Wylis shut his eyes as her lips claimed his, sinking into the smooth, intoxicating warmth of Lyanna's mouth. How dare she doubt herself like that? How dare she think for even a heartbeat that she wasn't everything to him?
He felt her tongue eagerly slip out to wet his lips before sliding boldly between them. Both of her small hands dove roughly into his thick hair, fingers twisting and tugging as she rubbed her face against his with a needy little hum.
Caliburn shifted beneath them with an impatient snort, but neither cared.
She somehow tasted like wild berries, sweet and tart, and utterly his. All the pent-up hunger he'd buried those past few days exploded inside his chest. His cock surged under his breeches, pressing insistently against her inner thigh.
Wylis groaned into her mouth and sank his large hand deep into the waves of her hair, holding the back of her head. He kissed her harder, deeper, his tongue lathing hungrily against hers.
Their shared breaths came rough and ragged, the only sounds breaking the air as they devoured each other. Every slick slide of tongue and every needy whimper she fed him only made his shaft throb harder.
"We should head to the pavilion. Poor Caliburn's gonna have a backache at this rate." He broke the kiss finally.
[Relaxing. Content.]
He chuckled at that quick response from the lovable horse below. Still, he wanted to let Caliburn roam around and have fun.
"Take us back to the pavilion, Cali."
As Caliburn moved, Lyanna started kissing him again. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest; it was thumping fast and loud. So he gave her just what she wanted.
Wylis's right hand slipped under her coat, into the waistband of her training trousers. His fingers glided over warm, smooth skin until he gripped the perfect handful of her cloud-like ass cheeks. They yielded under his rough palms like warm butter, the kind of curves that made a man forget the realm.
He groped greedily, kneading her flesh before sliding one thick finger down the middle crack, dipping lower until the tip of his finger brushed the scorching heat of her pussy. Aye, this was his wife, drenched at the mere thought of lying with her husband. What more could any man ask for?
"Oooooh!" Lyanna arched her back at the sudden teasing.
He didn't push his finger inside yet, just rubbed the thick digit slowly up and down her needy lower lips, coating it in her slippery nectar while she ground down desperately against his hand, chasing more friction.
"We're here."
Wylis broke the kiss once more. Before jumping down from Caliburn's back, he pulled Lyanna fully onto his lap so her slender legs wrapped tight around his thick waist. Holding her securely against him, he landed heavily on the ground, boots thumping into soft grass.
"Boy, go around, enjoy. Take a bath in the spring if you want."
Immediately, Caliburn trotted away with a sassy snort, leaving them alone.
Wylis carried his light wife effortlessly in his powerful arms as he strode into the lantern-lit pavilion. He had prepared everything earlier: an ice-box with chilled drinks nearby and a thick pile of soft bedding laid out invitingly in the center of the floor.
"So, would you like to drink first or—"
"Ugh!" Lyanna nearly clawed at his hair, clearly impatient. "Drink me!"
"Alright, then." Wylis took her words literally, a grin flashing across his face.
He walked straight to the edge of the bedding and knelt, gently laying Lyanna down on her back on the soft furs. He grabbed her boots and tossed them aside carelessly, then seized the waist of her trousers and yanked them off in one swift pull, exposing her slender legs.
The rest Lyanna did herself in frantic need, shoving her coat away and ripping her tunic up and over her head, until she lay completely naked on the bedding in all her pale, Stark glory.
She slid back further on the bedding, head resting on the pillow, then smirked and slowly spread her fluffy thighs apart. Her pink flower bloomed open for him, slick folds glistening with arousal, radiating wet heat.
Wylis stared dumbly for a second, still on his knees, drinking in the sight. His eyes devouring every inch; first her dripping pussy, then her toned belly he planned to swell, her pink-tipped breasts, and finally her flushed, mischievous face.
Wylis stripped his own clothes with haste. His breeches were thrown aside, his cloak landing haphazardly on the support beams, until he was fully naked. He dropped down onto his belly between her legs, large hands sinking into the plush flesh of her thighs and spreading them even wider as he buried his face flat against her soaked pussy.
"Ummmmm! Oh, Wylis!"
Wylis ate her like a starving man. No patience, only hunger. His broad tongue dragged from the bottom of her dripping core all the way up to her swollen nub, lapping up her sweet nectar. He sealed his lips around her sensitive pearl and sucked greedily, tongue slithering and swirling in relentless circles while her soft thighs quivered violently around his head.
One of his palms hooked under her knee, pushing her leg higher until her ankle dangled helplessly in the air, opening her completely to his hungry mouth. He groaned deeply into her cunt as he devoured her, his own heavy cock aching under him, trapped against the bedding as he feasted without mercy.
"Aaaaaaaaah! Harder!" Lyanna cried out, her fingers twisting in his hair, yanking his face harder against her slobbering pussy.
Wylis ground his mouth greedily, eating her whole. His broad tongue split her folds open with long, ruthless strokes while his coarse beard scraped and tickled the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and swollen lips.
"Umm…" Wylis hummed into her leaking core as he devoured without pause. Somehow, she tasted fucking divine to him, maybe because he loved her with every inch of his soul. Or maybe she simply had the most perfect, addictive cunt.
"Oh! I'm coming! Love… I'm… aaaaaah!" Lyanna's hips danced wildly against his face.
Wylis kept her legs locked in place, pressing up under her thighs until her knees folded wide beside her breasts. He pounded his face into her drenched pussy, rubbing his lips and chin all over her, flicking and lashing her swollen clit with the flat of his tongue. He loved it all, her taste, her scent, and the warmth.
"Y-Yessssss! Oh, Gods!"
Lyanna's entire body seized in his grip. Her hips jerked up, and a hot gush of her release flooded his mouth, soaking his beard.
Wylis stayed right there, fucking her straight through it with his relentless tongue, lapping and sucking without mercy. No matter how messy it was or how filthy his face grew with her juices, he kept gulping.
He kept at it even after the worst of her climax had passed, working her through the soreness. His tongue and lips brushed over her sensitive petals, making her twitch and whimper from the overwhelming stimulation.
"S-Stop… Let me now!"
"No, I want to be inside you," Wylis growled, finally lifting his glistening face from between her thighs to look up at her face, framed between her breasts. "Can't wait anymore."
"Heh, lie down." Lyanna giggled breathlessly and dragged herself back on her elbows before sitting up.
She pushed firmly at his broad shoulders, forcing the massive man onto his back on the bedding, then quickly straddled his hips with athletic grace.
But instead of sinking onto him right away, she rocked her hips teasingly, keeping his fat cock slanted as she rubbed her soaking wet pussy lips along the thick underside of his shaft, gliding up and down the veined length in slow, titillating strokes.
She was completely seated on top of his massive frame, perched like a queen on her throne. Her legs had to spread wide just to straddle him; her knees didn't even touch the bedding beside his hips.
Then she leaned forward, and being so much shorter, she had to lift her hips higher as well, until only the blunt, swollen cockhead kissed teasingly against her dripping entrance.
She lay flat on his chest, her handful breasts pressing against his sculpted muscle, and then… she licked his entire face possessively.
"Made you dirty, didn't I? Let me clean first."
It was her own nectar coating his beard and cheeks, and Lyanna licked every drop with her warm tongue, giggling and moaning softly the entire time like a naughty little she-wolf.
"Oh?" Lyanna felt his thick cock twitch under her and realized just how sensitive he already was.
"Can't let it waste." Quickly, she sat up straight again, knees forced apart as she struggled to balance on his huge body. She used her heels for leverage to raise her hips, then reached down and grabbed his cock.
Her slender fingers strained around his girth, the sheer size of him both thrilling and terrifying in the best way. She stared down at the angry red cockhead, veins pulsing with raw need.
"You…" She lined the swollen cockhead with her entrance and slowly began to ease herself down. "Rip me… apart… each time and… I fucking love it!"
Lyanna was on cloud nine, floating in pure bliss. Was she a little too obsessed with fucking her husband? Perhaps, and she felt no shame in it whatsoever. She loved him and loved every brutal, magnificent inch of his body.
"Oh!" She looked down to see how much she had taken, and a sharp gasp escaped her as she felt the tight, throbbing stretch deep in her belly.
It felt like he was rearranging her insides with his girth. Even with only half his length buried inside her, a clear bulge was already visible on her toned stomach, rising obscenely with every shallow breath.
Then she lifted her gaze to his face; his brows creased in strain, teeth gritted. Oh, that face made everything worth it, seeing her big, strong lover so hopelessly on the verge of losing himself.
"Not so soon, my love. At least let me take you—Ooooooh! Not like that!"
Before she could say it, Wylis's large hands seized her waist in a bruising grip, and he thrust his hips up into her with savage force, slamming his entire cock inside her in one brutal stroke.
The intrusion was sudden and burning, his impossible thickness lodging deep inside her all at once. It stung, it was too much, and yet it felt perfect. She was hopelessly stuck on his cock, her moist walls forced to adjust around the invading girth as her womb screamed in shock and welcome.
"Oooooh!"
She couldn't speak or even breathe properly. Her mind felt as numb as her cunt, completely overwhelmed by the stretch. She stared down at him with glassy eyes, lips parted wide, her shorter body trembling atop his massive frame.
She felt his cock throb violently inside her, swelling even thicker, ready to spill. "Yes! Pour it all in me! Yes!"
And so she felt it.
Lyanna's eyes widened as the first powerful throb pulsed through his girth, stretching her walls even further. Then came the heavy, rhythmic pumps. Thick, hot cream erupted straight against her cervix in watery spurts. So much of it, flooding her deepest places, filling every tiny space his cock hadn't already bruised. She could actually feel the pressure building inside her belly as rope after rope painted her womb.
She stared down in awe as he started to leak out of her, the creamy batter escaping because he left so little room inside her tight cunt. She knew she was quite shorter than her man, but… to her personally, it made everything far more delicious.
"Mmmmm! There's so much… I'm definitely… going to… be pregnant." Lyanna cooed, eyes nearly rolling.
"Aye… You're pregnant."
"Can't be sure. Let's continue," Lyanna murmured, still rocking her hips lazily even as her stuffed cunt was dripping.
"The seed has taken home, Lyanna. Believe me," Wylis repeated. How could he not? He got the notification already.
[Name: Lyanna Stark
Age: 21
Occupation: Daughter of Lord Stark, Wife, Best Friend
Current Loyalty: 100%
Status: Impregnated]
Before Lyanna could feel disappointed, Wylis moved.
He pushed her gently off his lap and made her lie down beside him, her back toward him. He turned sideways as well, propping himself on one elbow, and threw his free hand under her top leg, spreading that one thigh open.
"Don't mean we must stop, my love," Wylis whispered against her ear.
Thanks to his towering stature, he could see everything perfectly in this position. Her flushed skin, her dripping pussy still clenching greedily. He pushed his elbow further against the pillow and slid that arm fully under her head, then cradled her head securely between his thick biceps and palm, holding her close
"Put it in, Lyanna."
"Wylis." Lyanna stared up at his face as he leaned down to peck her forehead. With a little giggle, she reached down, gulped at his relentless erection, and guided the still-hard cock back to her cum-slick entrance. "Don't… be gentle."
"..."
That was Lyanna for you.
Wylis rolled his hips forward and slid his cock all the way back into her in one long, smooth thrust, groaning low at the tight, silky sensation that instantly enveloped him. Her pussy walls were still fluttering wildly around his rod, milking him with greedy little spasms that made his balls draw up tight.
He couldn't go slow; not an inch of him wanted to. His hips pulled back and rammed back in, pounding into her with greed. Over and over as her cunt squelched and spurted, more of his cream came out every time he rammed in deep.
His hand gripped her thigh harder as her body jolted up, sliding against his sweating chest. Her ass bloomed with a harsh flush as his hips slapped against her ruthlessly.
Plap! Squelch! Plap!
"Aaaaaah! Yes!"
Lyanna felt so warm and protected. Feeling his large, muscular body pressed against her back made her feel safe and small, and with his cock buried so deep inside her, she felt thoroughly fucked, exactly what she had been craving for days.
Plap! Plap!
Moments later, he released another load inside her, flooding her already-full womb with fresh ropes of hot seed while her cunt clenched and fluttered around him in helpless ecstasy.
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"Oooooh!"
This was Lyanna's favorite position, having her husband on top of her, slamming into her while his thick arms kept her legs splayed open.
It stretched her joints dangerously wide, the burn in her hips sharp and sinful, yet she couldn't get enough of the way his tall, broad frame covered her completely, like an oversized quilt of pure muscle.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
She loved staring up at his straining face as he rammed into her balls-deep with every brutal thrust.
She had already bitten her lip bloody a few times and came at least twice more in this position alone, her body shaking under him, but every aching stretch and deep plunge was worth it.
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She didn't know how much time had passed. Perhaps three hours had gone by. It was night already, the dark kind. Yet, even after half a dozen different positions and more than a dozen of her climaxes, and three of his, they were still doing it.
Lyanna was already sore at this point, every thrust bringing only a faint burning sensation deep inside her well-used cunt. She was too tired to move on her own anymore, her limbs loose and heavy, yet she loved every second of it.
This was the strangest walk in the garden imaginable. Wylis had lifted her into his arms, broad hands gripping her ass and thighs as he carried her in front of him. She hugged his thick neck tightly, her cheek pressed flat against his collarbone. She couldn't even cross her legs properly behind his waist, leaving her completely at his mercy.
He lifted her high and then slammed her down onto his flesh pole, impaling her from tip to hilt with every powerful step. She came again and again, moaning, crying out, her body convulsing helplessly around him as he walked.
During that whole time, Wylis kept strolling casually along the grassy path through the private forest, still stuffing her dripping pussy full of his cock with every step.
"W-What if… Cali… sees us?" She gasped between moans, clinging tighter.
"Uh! He's into mares… Lyanna."
"Hmm… Well…" She giggled and sank her teeth into his collarbone. "I got my-ah! Stallion… too—Oh!"
Plap! Plap!
"This is the last one," Wylis warned, gripping her against his chest. He bent his knees slightly and used his hands to bounce her hips faster along his shaft, shoving his cock even deeper with each thrust.
Slosh! Plap! Plap!
Globs of their mixed cream spilled onto the grass below with every wet impact.
"Ah! Ah! Ooooooh! You're… breaking me! Don't stop!" Lyanna sank her nails into his back.
Then, finally, he slammed in to the hilt and ground her pussy hard against his base, holding her there as they both soared over the edge.
"Gah!"
They came at the same time, perfectly in sync. Lyanna's walls clamped down around him while Wylis's cock pulsed and erupted deep inside her, flooding her already overflowing cunt with another load of his baby batter. Their sticky juices spilled out around his buried shaft in hot, creamy rivulets, dripping down his balls and her thighs onto the grass below.
In that moment, their mouths crashed together in a fierce kiss, moaning and gasping into each other's lips, tongues tangling desperately as wave after wave of shared ecstasy rolled through them.
"Let's go and eat supper with the rest now. I'll do you more in bed later."
"More?" Lyanna jolted, eyes widening. "You brute!"
Wylis smirked, walking back toward the pavilion with his cock still lodged inside her, keeping her impaled and leaking. "No, just obsessed with this tight little cunt."
"Umm… Then…" She hummed softly against his neck. "Let me taste it first."
"As you wish, my lady."
Quickly, the two got dressed. But Wylis had to help her because Lyanna could barely stand. Her legs wobbled even at the slightest hint of a step.
"Damned be jealousy." Lyanna cursed as they walked very slowly back towards the castle. "Thank the Gods it's not my task alone to take you each night. I'd be dead otherwise."
Wylis laughed, keeping her close, letting her hold his arm for balance. "You asked me to be rough."
"Well, can't find fault in a woman just enjoying herself. It's the aftermath… uh, the soreness."
"I'll give you a tongue massage before sleep then."
"No, I know you'll end up sliding that fat log in me again. But… I won't mind it in the morning."
"Is that so?" Wylis shifted suddenly and scooped her up in his arms like a princess. "Let me help you save some energy for it."
"Oh, how thoughtful of you, my prince charming." Lyanna dramatically sent him a flying kiss. "By the way, what do you think about Lady Hornwood?"
"..."
He gawked at his wife's face. The audacity of this woman.
"She's a Manderly, too. I say, fuck her and breed her too. She'll help influence Lord Hornwood once she's taken that monstrosity in her cunt."
"..."
Wylis lacked words to describe what he felt for his woman. In her own words, she doubted herself at times, and then in times like these, she suggested he bed more women. Lyanna Stark was a walking contradiction that he dearly loved.
"Lyanna, by any chance, do you hate the Manderlys?"
"Hate? Not one bit. But I know your ambitions well enough. One day, the Manderlys will see you as a threat to their White Harbor. So before they do, why don't you just breed all the Manderly women and conquer their minds the way you conquered mine—"
"I'm not a witch, Lyanna."
"Says the man who puts witches to shame."
"..."
"It's not witchcraft."
"Seems just that to me, my love."
"Getting cheeky now, are you?"
"Always have been."
"I guess I'll be a bit harsher tonight. You just earned some punishment."
"Oh, threatening me with a good time? Don't tempt me, Lord Wylis Kaiser."
He stared at his wife in his arms, grinning like a fool. And then, he lifted her higher and pecked her lips.
Gods, how much he loved this woman.
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