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"He's no fool, Your Grace."
Elia Martell looked at her lady-in-waiting while she sat on her bed, beside her were two children. "What about his ambitions?"
"I saw desire in his eyes."
"Most men would if you danced with them, Ashara."
Ashara turned red with embarrassment. "Not that sort of desire, Your Grace. He has very intelligent eyes as if he knew the game before it was presented. He looked at you at my slightest hint. He… I think it's a disservice to cast him alongside Tywin's brute."
A brow raised, Elia eyed her handmaiden with interest. "You already speak so highly of him?"
"He had a way with words…"
And so, Ashara went on to explain the entire dance to Elia.
They weren't the only ones. The appearance of a tall warrior like Wylis was an opportunity to some and an eyesore to others. And if that tall man were to be intelligent, he posed a real challenge.
That night, many attempted to unearth anything they could about the Wylis of Winterfell. But to most's surprise, there was nothing out of the ordinary to be known about him.
Eventually, as the night went on, most forgot about Wylis of Winterfell. Dismissing him as yet another brainless brute, a mere stableboy.
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Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!
One slow, two fast, and then one slow knock. That was the code.
The door opened without a creak, so fast. A slender arm grabbed his collar and pulled him in before the door was shut behind him.
Thud!
"What took you so long, Wylis?" Lyanna complained, glaring at Wylis before she lunged towards him and jumped into his arms, his hands instantly supporting her hips in the air, bringing her face right in front of his. "I stayed in this dress… I thought you'd be interes—"
"I love it!"
With that declaration, Wylis pressed his lips on Lyanna's thin, succulent ones. He'd bedded her half a dozen times already, but the hunger never dulled. If anything, it only sharpened with every forbidden kiss, every stolen night. That rush in his chest, in his groin; just knowing he could have her, Lyanna Stark of all women, sent his lust spiraling. She was a wildfire in human form, untamable, and he never wanted her any other way.
His large hands gripped her thighs just beneath the swell of her ass, grinding her up against his chest like she weighed less than air. Her feast gown clung to her like a second skin, concealing nothing, teasing everything. He could feel the warmth of her bare pussy just beneath the silk, already damp, already pulsing. His thumbs dug deep into her asscheeks, kneading them with brute hunger as she gasped into his mouth, hips twitching in his grip.
She looked like a goddess summoned just for him, her silk-like hair, cheeks flushed, lips slick and hungry. Their mouths met again, this time like fire colliding with oil.
Lyanna grabbed his face, nails dragging through his thin stubble as she mashed her lips against his with feral force. She wasn't soft or patient, she devoured him.
Wylis met her just as fiercely, sucking and biting at her lips, his tongue plunging into the heat of her mouth. Their mingled spit trickled down from the corners of their kiss, wetting both their chins, wet and filthy.
They kissed like they were starving, like kissing was the only thing keeping them from madness.
Lyanna clung to him, her arms looped around his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist, or at least attempted to. Her gown twisted around her legs, lips locked, breath stolen. Her whole body wrapped against his like she was trying to fuse into him, desperate for skin on skin.
"Hah… we're mad, Wylis," she panted between gasps, her forehead pressed to his, sweat dewing at her brow. The candlelight threw golden flickers across her face, catching the shimmer of spit on her lips.
"If we get caught here, they'll kill you… and I'll be—Gods, who knows what they'll do to me."
Wylis smirked, digging his rough claws into her pert ass hard, squeezing her body against himself in pure, animalistic passion. "You'll probably be married off to some old fart but…"
He kissed her lips once again, feeling that warmth in his chest again. This time it came off as possessive. He seriously didn't know, nor did she. Should they call this love or lust? But they both wanted each other desperately.
"But?" She asked, needy for his answer.
"With my strength, I could whisk you away, my wit could fill coffers with gold aplenty. Be it Westeros or Essos, you needn't fear a thing, Lyanna," Wylis declared with a roguish grin and moved towards the table beside the bed. He sat her on it and began pushing her gown up her legs. "Let's live for tonight... but perhaps not announce it to the entire castle."
Lyanna chuckled, her eyes dark with lust for Wylis. Right as he tried to kneel between her legs, she stopped him. "No… Let me… let me pleasure my charming knight tonight."
A thick breath froze in Wylis' throat as he stood back up. He watched as Lyanna jumped off the table and pushed him back towards the bed with her hand on his chest. He let her do that, and soon he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Umm… you asked me to wield that sword. Here I go…"
Lyanna, in her noblewoman's garb, lowered herself gracefully to her knees between Wylis' big legs. The sight alone made his shaft twitch.
The bed was low enough that her delicate face hovered right in front of the heat swelling beneath his breeches, her hair still pristine. She looked like a princess, kneeling in reverence before something unholy.
With hunger, she reached for his breeches. Her pale fingers made quick work of the knots, tugging them down along with his smallclothes in one smooth pull. The fabric fell, and from behind it, his cock surged forth.
Thick and mouthwateringly obscene. It jutted out like a weapon of lust, his shaft veined and pulsing with heat, ridged like it had been carved by the gods just to ruin women. His flushed crown was swollen, leaking thick beads of precum like it had missed her for too long.
"O-oh gods," she whispered, wrapping her slim fingers around the base. Her hand barely covered half his length. "You're… impossible," she added with a sultry grin, biting her lip. She gave him a slow stroke, her thumb rubbing at the tip, smearing the slick over his flushed crown.
"How did I ever take this monster inside me?"
Wylis grunted. "You didn't… not all of it, yet."
She giggled softly, a sound too refined for the sinful thing she was about to do. Leaning in, she kept her eyes locked on his, cool, noble, confident; until her plush lips brushed the swollen tip of his cock. Her tongue flicked out in a teasing swirl, dainty and deliberate.
Wylis groaned low. She looked like every highborn man's fantasy: hair still in delicate waves, her gown bunched at her knees but otherwise pristine, her posture elegant as a lady at court… while she worshiped his cock like it was her calling. That contrast, the picture-perfect lady on her knees, defiling herself just for him, sent a wicked thrill through his chest. No lord would dare touch her like this. But he could, and he was.
"Uh… Dammit, Lyanna… You're… great at this…"
She sank deeper, her lush lips forced wide open around his thick cock, sealing him in a sloppy, wet embrace. Every inch she swallowed made a filthy, sloppy squelch come out of her mouth, obscene in the quiet room. She barely managed halfway before the fat crown jammed against the back of her throat, making her whole body jolt. Still, she refused to stop.
"G-Gods, girl…" he groaned, watching her pretty face struggle.
Her cheeks caved in as she sucked greedily, her throat clenching and spasming around his crown like it was trying to milk him already. Tears pooled at the corners of her pretty eyes, her flaring nose gasping for breath between gulps, but she stubbornly wouldn't stop.
Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!
The lewd wet sounds of her mouth filled the air, filthy and relentless, as if her only purpose was to worship his cock. One trembling hand cradled his heavy balls with reverent, almost worshipful strokes as if every part of him needed to be adored.
"Ghhh…" Wylis, now sweating from the heat surging through his body, growled low in his throat. He tossed his cloak aside and tore off his tunic, baring his sculpted chest and bulging abs.
That seemed to spur her on. Her hand trailed from his wrinkled family jewels, up the plane of his stomach, marveling at the sweaty ridges of strength, the sheer power under her fingertips. She loved the heat of his skin and the hard, rock-like muscles he had. That seemingly filled her with a strange sense of desire to please, urging her to go past the half mark of his cock, lodging his cock in her throat so deep, like never before.
Wylis' head fell back, mouth open in a silent moan, eyes fluttering shut. He was on the brink.
"L-Lyanna… let's move to the… main part—" Wylis tried to advise.
But she ignored him.
She sucked harder, deeper, her throat milking his cock like it was her only goal in life. Her lips slurped, her tongue flicking and pressing along the underside as her throat convulsed with every thick inch. Wylis growled, hips jerking, every muscle clenched as the inevitable took him—then he burst.
"F-fuck! Lyanna—!"
Hot, violent spurts of cream shot down her throat, thick ropes of molten pleasure flooding her tight mouth. She gagged once, briefly, but swallowed it all like a starving cat, sucking even harder, desperate to drink every last drop.
His cock twitched wildly in her mouth as she moaned around it, her eyes fluttering, cheeks flushed with heavenly bliss.
"Gck… God!" Wylis gasped, trying to push her head back, but she didn't let him.
She whined, mouth still stuffed full, throat gulping around his cock like a woman possessed. The wet, messy gulps, the obscene squelches of her mouth draining him dry, pushed him into pure sensory overload.
His body trembled… No, shuddered, with raw ecstasy.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her mouth pulled off with a wet pop. A long string of spit and cum clung to her tongue before she swallowed it all, licking her lips like it had been the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted.
"Ummm… I said it—You can't sing but your moans… music to my ears."
"That's a groan, not a mo—aaah!"
She licked his shaft again, teasing the oversensitive head with a flick of her tongue, making him twitch.
"Now…" she purred, eyes glinting with mischief. "Lie down."
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