"Aaaaah…"
Shaking his head, he quickly focused back on Lyanna. The heat of her tight cunt swallowed him and he poured himself back into pleasuring the she-wolf.
Lyanna's legs twitched, her belly spasmed, and her eyes rolled back just for a second. Her tight walls clamped down, milking that invading tip as if to reject it, and yet begged for more. She bit down on her own hand, muffling a scream. Her other hand gripped the sheets like a lifeline.
Wylis watches like a drunk man, like a man possessed. He didn't even move, not really. He just fucked her with his cockhead, in, out, inch by teasing inch. Her pussy was hot, slick, tight as a vice, and he wasn't even a quarter in. His brain melted. His balls ached. He wanted nothing more than to press her flat and slam himself balls-deep, but not yet. Not yet.
"Eeeek!"
Suddenly, Lyanna's cry tore through the room as Wylis tried to slide more of his heavy cock into her snug cunt. Her back arched off the mattress, eyes wide, mouth gaping in a silent scream.
"T-Too—oooh much!" she gasped out, her voice cracking into a sob as her thighs quivered against his ribs.
Fuck, did I push too far? Wylis froze. His gut clenched. He pulled out instantly, nearly all the way, leaving just the tip inside her sweet, trembling pussy.
"Shh… I'll be more gentle," he whispered, kissing her knee, her thigh. "I promised to go slow, and I meant it."
It was agony. His cock throbbed like a tortured beast, veins bulging, slick with her juices. But he forced himself to fuck her with only a fraction of his length, slow, shallow thrusts that just teased the sensitive entrance of her cunt. His mind screamed for more, but his heart wouldn't hurt her.
A little glint of wetness appeared at the corner of Lyanna's eyes. The stretch had stung. Yet even through the tears, her soft moans returned, raw and needy. Her pleasure crept back up, riding on the wave of pressure inside her.
He held her legs high, palms supporting her thighs. The way he pinned her down, she couldn't squirm, couldn't move; her body was helpless beneath him, surrendered entirely to his rhythm, but he never pushed too far.
"Mmmmm… Yes!… Oh, Gods!" she moaned, her head tossing side to side, hair fanned out across the sheets.
Dejected but careful, Wylis kept at it, still not daring to give her more than half his cock. She wasn't ready, not yet. Hell, she was a virgin, and he was built like a bloody giant. It might take days before her cunt molded to fit him like a glove. And that was fine. Her voice alone made it worth it.
The bed creaked beneath them as his pace picked up. Not deeper, but faster, shallower. His hips rocked into her, dragging the soaked crown back and forth through her tender folds. Wet, squelching noises filled the room, mixing with her increasingly frantic cries.
"Ah! Ah! W-Wylis! Haaah! Ohh—Y-Yes, Yes, Just like—Aaah!" She came hard, the daughter of House Stark.
Her cunt spasmed around his heavy cock like it was trying to milk the little bit of him it had, kneading it, hugging it, trembling violently. Her whole body shook like a storm-struck tree, and she threw her head back with a ragged scream, eyes clenched tight, mouth wide open.
"Haaaaaa—aaaahn!" Lyanna's final moan wavered, her body calming down from the violent spasms. Her very first orgasm from a real cock.
"Hah…" Wylis groaned when her cries finally settled down, pulling out of her cunt with a slick squelch.
He fell back onto the bed, arms stretched wide across the pillows, chest heaving. He wasn't tired from the fucking, but the restraint it had taken to not unleash himself inside her… Gods, it was maddening.
Not my lucky day, I guess. He thought, breathing hard, his cock twitching above his stomach; angry, dripping, and still iron-hard.
"My turn, Wylis," came a breathless voice.
He looked up.
Lyanna sat up, flushed and sweaty, her legs wobbly as she turned around on the bed. She looked positively ruined, and yet her eyes burned like fire.
"People say I—hah—I'm crazy but…" She slid between his massive thighs, settling on her knees. Her gaze dropped to his glistening cock. It looked colossal against her pale, petite face. "I'm no fool… I may be sloppy, but I'll try."
Wylis felt his heart slam in his chest as she leaned forward. And honestly, the difference in their status made it more arousing to him. Watching the blue-blooded Lyanna Stark in such a filthy act, licking his drenched, musky cock clean of her own juices. Blood rushed to his loins.
Her tongue flicked out and licked the length of his cock like she was tasting something sacred. She started at the base, licking the root, the thick veins pulsing under her tongue. Then, she dragged her pink tongue all the way up to the swollen, leaking head. She flattened his length against her face in amusement, the cock almost as long as her entire face.
Her dainty hands cradled the shaft as she kissed it. Every peck, every lick was like a worship. She kissed under the cockhead, then along the sensitive underside. She nuzzled the base like a lover and even dipped lower to press her tongue to his heavy balls, dragging a moan out of him.
"Unghh… Fuck, Lyanna…"
"Mmmm… Really… You have to… become a knight!" she murmured between slobbery licks. "B-Bless the ladies of the realm… with this… insane thing."
Then she took him in her mouth.
Her lips stretched obscenely wide as she fed the monster into her throat. The tip disappeared, then more, and more, until half of him vanished into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged, her throat worked to swallow, and finally, "Gck gck–!
He hit the back of her throat.
Tears welled in her eyes, nose flared, but the mad she-wolf held her ground. She pulled back and bobbed again, determination in every move. Saliva dripped from her chin, slick and shiny. Her moans vibrated around his cock.
"Balls… ugh! Use… hands to f-fondle…" Wylis gasped, teetering at the edge.
Lyanna obeyed. Her fingers reached to cup his heavy sack and rolled them gently, massaging his balls as she suckled.
That did it.
Wylis threw his head back with a roar as he came.
His cock exploded in her mouth unannounced. Burst after burst, each spray thick, hot, and overwhelming. Her mouth couldn't hold it all. She gagged again, pulling back instinctively, but he kept cumming. His cock jerked violently in her grip, and ropes of thick cream shot across her face, landing on her cheeks, her nose, her lips.
"Ah—Fuck!!"
His giant body had a giant's load to give, and give he did.
Her pale face was drenched, plastered in ropes of white. It oozed from her chin, dripped onto her breasts. Her hand stayed wrapped around his cock, guiding it as it sprayed more, milking it like she was proud of what she'd drawn from him.
"Umm…" Lyanna hummed, daringly gulping down what was still in her pretty little mouth. Her lips were glazed with cream, her smile impish. "I—I… taste's not bad but… I don't think I'll do this to every man… or any man."
"But me—heh?" Wylis asked, still panting.
Lyanna giggled and sat back on her heels, her body glistening with his seed. "Oh, don't get ahead of yourself now, Wylis."
Then, with a sigh, she climbed off the bed, walking naked across the room. Her bare thighs sticky with release, her face still painted white. She grabbed the cloth she'd brought earlier and tossed it to him.
"Here. Clean your beast."
He chuckled and obeyed while she dipped another cloth in the bucket of water and wiped her face clean, scrubbing until her skin was pink again. A few more splashes, and she was done.
"Make some space, Wylis—you big hog."
Chuckling, Wylis shifted a little.
When she climbed back into bed, Wylis opened his arms, and she dove right in. They didn't want to make it romantic. Nor did it feel like that. It just felt natural. So, she nestled at his side, her wild hair damp and her skin still warm. Her cheek lay on his shoulder, and her arm slid across his broad chest.
For a long while, neither spoke.
They just rested there, naked, listening to the sound of each other's breathing. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and satisfaction. They'd taken a massive step tonight, ripped through all boundaries, and yet, there wasn't a hint of regret between them.
If anything, they both wanted more.
But not that night.
"Wylis."
"Hm?" He reacted, caressing her back with his arm.
"I asked my father to bring you along to the tourney at Harrenhal."
Really?! Wylis' eyes widened in surprise. He almost squeezed the life out of her in excitement.
"C-Can I…"
Just going there wasn't the point.
"Can I participate?"
"Heh—" Lyanna lifted her face, grinning. "Of course! After all, I'm taking part too."
But instead of cheering, Wylis felt his heart thumping an abnormal beat. He knew what would happen there.
It all starts at Harrenhal… Rhaegar… Did he kidnap her? Did they fall in love?
Too many questions. Yet no answers.
What should I change? No, what can I even change? I'm a nobody. And that title… It really is a double-edged sword.
"...Wylis? Did you fall asleep? Wylis?"
"Ah… Yeah, what?" He stopped pondering and focused back on the warm-bodied beauty.
"You'll participate? Brandon will lend you his jousting lance."
I need to earn prestige.
"I will, Lyanna—I'll participate and… win."
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[A/N: The Earthbending that Wylis has is not all powerful OP one. At least not right now from the get-go.]
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