His cock bounced free of its shroud, thick and long. It hung heavy, throbbing, twitching with desire. Thick veins coiled around its shaft like ivy on a stone pillar. The head was swollen, glistening a flushed purple, already weeping from the sheer weight of his arousal. Below it, his balls hung low and full, massive, like they hadn't been drained in years.
"Hah—That's why I said, I'll go gently," Wylis murmured as he pulled her flush against his muscular chest. Her bare skin met the warmth of his body.
He kissed her again, devouring, claiming. One hand grabbed the cheek of her round ass, fingers sinking in like kneading bread dough, while the other slid to cup her firm breasts. Her perky nipples, already hard from the fire and the tension, were twisted slowly. First a soft roll between his fingers, then a firm twist that made her moan straight into his mouth.
"Mmmmm…" Lyanna whimpered, gasping as he swallowed every desperate sound. Her knees nearly buckled.
Before she realized it, her back bumped into the edge of the old wooden table behind her, the jolt sending a shiver down her spine. She blinked up at him, dazed and flustered, lips parted and wet.
Wylis stepped back then, just a few feet, enough to take her all in. The sight caused his beast of a cock to twitch.
Damn! Why didn't I try my luck before? She's… a goddess!
She looked like a warrior's dream made of flesh. Slender but not fragile, her hips curved just enough to make any man lose his mind. Her breasts, not too large, but full and firm, tipped with flushed little peaks. Her dark brown hair framed her face and spilled in tousled waves down her back like a gentle river. And that tight little cunt between her toned thighs… He wanted to bury his face in it already.
"Stop leering, you pervert," Lyanna muttered, cheeks flushed, arms crossing again.
"Just admiring," Wylis smirked as he stepped forward again, close enough for her to lean slightly backward. That made her even shorter, just under his chest. He grabbed her delicate hand and placed it on the throbbing, attention-starved cock. "You can do the same."
She blinked, stunned by the rod of flesh pulsing in her palm. Her fingers tentatively wrapped around him, then stroked up and down with a fascinated expression, like she was petting a dangerous beast. Curious, she pulled the foreskin back slowly, revealing the thick, purpled head, slick, swollen, and almost too obscene to look at.
Her voice came out as a dry whisper. "I-Is this… normal size?"
"Hah!" Wylis burst out laughing, proud and cocky. "Not at all. I reckon you'll find a dragon faster than a cock of this size."
Well, there's those giants beyond the wall but… ugh, what the fuck am I thinking?
"Really?" Lyanna bit her lip, both impressed and slightly terrified.
Seeing she might want to taste it, he shook his head and moved her hand away. "That's for later."
Then he dropped to his knees.
He gripped her hips and lifted her legs onto his broad shoulders, settling her in place on the table's edge like a feast made just for him. Her cunt, tight, untouched, but already leaking, rested right at the height of his mouth. Its soft lips flushed and swollen with need.
A glistening sheen on her delicate folds, her arousal seeping out. The scent hit him instantly, rich, earthy, and maddeningly pure. It was the scent of a ripe woman untouched. She might've bathed, but nothing could wash away that raw, intoxicating fragrance that was unmistakably her. Not soap, not water—just her.
Then he kissed her cunt like it was the juiciest fruit found by a man dying of thirst. His lips sealed tightly over her wet slit, and his tongue plunged in like a sword, dragging along every sensitive fold and curve inside her molten heat. He didn't rush it, he savored her.
"Ah—oh! Gods!" Lyanna gasped, back arching, one hand flying behind her to brace on the table while the other tangled into his thick hair, fingers gripping like she'd drown without him. Her legs quivered on his shoulders.
"Yes! Oh fuck! W-Why didn't we do this before?!"
Hah! I ask myself the same; Wylis grinned under her.
"Mmmmh… Yes, yes… keep going… I feel sooooh good!"
She locked her cushiony thighs around his head, squeezing him against her juicy cunt, and Wylis let her. But then, he got a wicked idea.
Without warning, he wrapped his arms tight under her thighs and stood up to his full height, lifting her entire body in his grip like she weighed nothing. Her pussy never left his mouth. He kept licking, moaning into her dripping folds as he stood, carrying her like a trophy.
"Aaaah! Y-You crazy bas… Wylis!" Lyanna shrieked in half-laughter, half-ecstasy, as her hands smacked into the wooden beams above. She had to palm the damn ceiling just to keep herself steady.
"Hmmm—" Wylis didn't care—he attacked her clit with his tongue like it was sugary candy, rolling it, pressing it, circling until she was shaking in his arms. "Mmm!"
"Ahh… Yes! Yes!!" It was a first experience Lyanna had never imagined.
"Mmm—mmmh! Aaah—Wylis—I'm—!" A scream tore from her lungs as her cunt climaxed onto his tongue. She spasmed in his grip, crying out, legs trembling, clinging to his head like a madwoman. "Oh! Oh thank you, Wylis! We should've fucked years ago—fuck, fuck me now!"
He grinned, his face soaked in her sweet nectar. He didn't mind.
Then, finally, he took her to the bed.
He laid her down gently on her back, only to crawl over her seconds later like a beast mounting its mate. His size eclipsed her, making her seem like a doll beneath him. He supported his weight with bulging arms, muscles flaring under his skin, his chest hovering just high enough to show control.
Then he came down, his lips suckled hers again, letting her taste her own slick juices. Then he kissed down her neck, to her collarbones, leaving marks, faint purples and pinks that would burn into her tomorrow. He suckled her pale tits next, his slithering tongue toying with her nipples until her legs writhed under him.
"Aaaaah… Mmmm… I-I can't wait… to feel you! Yes… I want it!" She gasped, and pulled his head deeper into her breast, wanting more, needing all of him.
Seeking more pleasure, Wylis sat back on his calves, hands moving below her thighs to lift them, spreading her legs wide and pushing up. Not folding too far to hurt her, just enough to give him full access to her swollen, needy cunt, and what a sight it was—untouched.
"I'll go very slow, Lyanna," he said, voice trembling with restraint. His cockhead nudged her slick entrance, and the sight alone made him drunk. They were the same age, but the difference in their size was a hindrance.
She nodded quickly. "D-Don't worry… I can take it."
He almost laughed. You won't be saying that later…
Wylis spat into his hand and smeared it over the crown of his cock. Then he pushed.
Her pussy lips stretched wide, forced apart like a flower blooming against the storm. The tip entered with a filthy, wet squelch, the noise sharp and obscene in the quiet of the room.
But Wylis froze there. Lyanna thought he wanted her to get accustomed to that stretch. But in truth, Wylis stared at the screen that had popped in front of his eyes out of nowhere.
[Tyrant's Title Acquired - Traitor of the House Stark!
Description - Bedding Lyanna Stark was a double-edged sword. While you won Lyanna's devotion, you earned House Stark's ire.
Effect - Making love to Lyanna will make you stronger by 0.01% each time. But if found out by Lord Stark, death is guaranteed.]
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