WILOW-Ch.358: All Mine!
Riverrun Castle, Riverlands
POV of Domeric Bolton
When Domeric returned to the guest room allocated to him, he found that Varko and Raksa had already posted four guards outside his room.
His Sworn Shields truly took their duties seriously.
After establishing his empire, he should consider new titles and positions for them.
Giving them the rank of Imperial Knight was inevitable, but that wouldn't be enough for them.
Perhaps he could establish an advisory council of knights and appoint his trustworthy and knowledgeable knights to it. The name Round Table would be quite fitting for this council.
He would also need a knight unit to protect him, the Emperor, and his close ones, similar to the Kingsguard unit of the Seven Kingdoms.
He would think of the name later, but knighthood in these two honorable units and assuming their titles would be more fitting for his Sworn Shields and Walton.
Although Walton wasn't constantly by his side like his Sworn Shields, he was the head of his personal guards and also served as the Chief of Security of Dreadfort.
Domeric was also considering giving him a knighthood and a seat at the Round Table.
It would have been absurd if he hadn't been on that council as Chief of Security of Dreadfort anyway.
"Don't let anyone enter, no matter what." He told the guards and entered the room.
The room was cleaned and fairly furnished.
It was also a bit dark as the few candles were not enough to properly illuminate the room.
Oh well… he shouldn't expect to live in luxury while he was at war.
At the corner of the room, he could see his magical suitcase, and its lid was wide open.
He entered his magical suitcase and closed the lid after himself.
When he entered the ample space, he saw Ygritte feeding venison to Kilgharrah.
She was still wearing her battle armor, which was clean of any blood and dirt.
Mostly because she was an archer and her task was to snipe important people from a distance.
His own battle armor, in contrast, was filled with the blood and gore of the enemies he had slain in the Southern-East battlefield.
He activated a charm on his magical suit, and all the blood and gore fell away in an instant.
The sound gave him away. Or perhaps Ygritte knew that he was there the whole time.
She turned to him and gave him a soft smile.
He removed his helmet and went to sit beside her.
"Kilgharrah. Go and fly around for a bit. Mommy and daddy need to spend some time together." He said.
Showing more intelligence than any dragon he had seen in his past world, Kilgharrah nodded, took the Venison, and flew away.
Well... he was a Wise Dragon. It would be wrong to expect anything less.
"Did you have to chase him away? We were having some mother-son bonding time." Ygritte said with a pout, but he could see the mischievous glint in her eye.
He didn't reply but took her chin and planted a kiss on her lips.
Her soft, warm, and somewhat wet lips.
She parted her lips willingly, and he sent his tongue inside.
He felt himself getting lost in her, and everything in the background faded away until there were only he and her. Her and him.
They separated after a long moment, and he opened his eyes to see the hunger in her eyes.
"Armor. Remove it." She said.
He complied and waved his hand.
As soon as their armor came off, she jumped at him and pinned him to the ground.
She straddled his hips and ground her warm crotch against his own.
Then she leaned down on him and kissed his neck.
He felt his cock twitch at the sensation, and his hands reached to grab her arse cheeks.
She continued to pepper his neck with soft and warm kisses until she bit his neck.
He hissed in pain, and she gave him a toothy smirk.
"Oh. It's on now." He said, and with a heave, he picked her up and rolled her around until he was on top of her.
"What are you going to do to me, Domeric Bolton?" she asked, raising her chin in defiance. "I'm not afraid of the likes of you."
He found himself reflecting on her mischievous smile as he reached down and placed a kiss on her neck, her legs locking themselves around his thighs, and her hand clawing at his back.
He kissed her below the chin and found her shivering at his attentions.
"There is no one like me." He whispered in her ear, "Only me."
Ygritte started grinding her hips against his crotch after that, her movement rough and desperate.
"Domeric." She said, and he rose to look her in the eye.
"What?" he asked.
"Give it to me." She whispered, her soft words having a hypnotic effect on him.
He wanted to prolong the foreplay. Make her more needy and tease her for it.
But frankly. He was far too horny for that. And Ygritte… she just looked so delicious.
"As you wish, my lady."
Another wave of his hand, and both their breeches flew away.
He palmed her mound and found that they were already slick with wetness from her lower lips.
"Someone's eager." He teased.
Ygritte flushed, and he lined himself up against her unbearably hot cunt.
"You look beautiful." He told her before he slowly entered her core.
Ygritte buckled against him and took a sharp breath, and he felt his member being clenched by her hot insides.
He kissed her forehead before he started moving his hips, pushing himself in and out in a slow rhythm.
Ygritte moaned with a keening noise, and her eyes flew open. Her warm brown eyes stared at his own violet, glowing ones.
They both stared at each other while their lower halves moved in a perfect rhythm.
"Mine." She said after a long moment and rose to lock lips with him. They separated, and she pulled him to her. "All mine."
He smiled and picked her up from the ground.
She frowned at the sudden movement before he picked her up and tossed her on the bed. The ground was made of wood, so it must have been uncomfortable for her.
She looked at him with desperate need. He waved his hand, and their shirts slid off their bodies.
He walked up to her, and as soon as he reached her, she pulled him into another kiss.
He took her hips, picked her up like she weighed nothing, and turned her around, his lips not leaving her own for a moment.
Then he lined himself up against her slit and pushed inside once again.
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