And here I thought she didn't have any more energy left.
Wylis smiled and nodded passionately. He pecked her lips and pulled himself back. "With you, I feel I can last all night."
Rhaella gave him back a beautiful, heart-stealing smile and spread both her knees wide.
Seeing that, Wylis felt a little awkward. It seemed she only knew one position for it. But since he was leaving that night, he decided to do more.
"Can you get on your hands and knees, Rhaella?"
She nodded with a smile as soft as a sigh and turned over, positioning herself just as he asked. And Gods! He almost lost his breath.
The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms on all fours in the candlelight, silver hair, her fair back arching into moonlight curves, hips tilted up, ass heart-shaped and full. No bruises, no welts. No reminders of what had been taken from her. Just soft skin, blushing, and flawless.
He dropped to his knees behind her and sank his fingers into her doughy hips, molding her like warm bread, kneading her softness. She was warm, succulent, and so perfect he could've wept. He spread her open and saw her in full; her untouched star winked tight and pretty, and beneath it, that ravished, glistening slit. Reddened, swollen, still leaking, the thick remains of his batter like the fountain of sin.
He exhaled roughly and shifted her hips higher, guiding her gently into a more inviting tilt. She let him move her without resistance, trusting him fully.
Then, slowly, his cock slid back inside her.
The fit was slick but snug, her walls clamping with renewed heat, fluttering around him as if she'd never taken anything so deep. He held back, slower than before, but firmer too.
She groaned into the pillow, face buried in the linen to smother her cries, and her body trembled with wave after wave.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The sound of it, wet, lewd—filled the air. His thighs slapped her ass in a rhythmic frenzy, each thrust carving deeper into her fluttering heat. His hands never stopped moving, kneading her asscheeks, watching them jiggle beneath his grip, pulling them apart just to see it again. That frothy white mess around his cock as it traveled in and out, her pussy painting him with every plunge.
As her royal pussylips stretched out when he pulled, caved in when he thrust, the stretch was simply too tight, and his fat cock wasn't making it any easy for her.
He looked down and watched it. Watched her take him.
If someone walked in now, he'd be dead. A traitor to the crown. But he wouldn't stop. No gods, no kings, no laws could pull him away from this moment. He would do it again. A thousand times more. He wanted this to be the only memory of sex Rhaella Targaryen ever held in her mind.
"Mmmh… mh-mh!"
She screamed into the pillow again, muffled, raw—as her walls clamped tight. Her thighs trembled, knees sliding wide as she lost control.
She came again. And again. And again.
And that was it. He followed. A groan like thunder tore from his chest, hips jerking one last time as he came inside the queen again, deep and heavy.
She collapsed beneath him, legs straight, arms limp, body reduced to sweet, shivering exhaustion.
Wylis draped over her like a warm pelt, chest pressed to her sweating back, lips pressing soft kisses to her nape.
Rhaella turned her head sideways, a dreamy smile gracing her flushed face, her silver hair splayed like silk. There were no words, just that look. That glow.
Fuck. She's stunning, Wylis thought, breath caught in awe. Even more so now. Maybe this is what she was meant to look like…
"W-Wylis…" She weakly murmured, eyes barely open. "Can… I… I be on top?"
More? Holy… She's insatiable now! A lovely addict.
"I am but your hostage, my Queen," he rumbled, rolling to his back beside her. "Do as you please."
Rhaella climbed on top, trembling with effort but driven by lust. Her thighs quivered, but she mounted him anyway, eyes locked onto the half-erect shaft that still lay between them, sticky and twitching. She didn't know if this was normal.
Frankly, neither did Wylis. The woman just tickled him in all the right ways. His cock refused to stand down.
She sank down slowly, closing her eyes as his half-hardened cock nestled back into her spent, soaked, bred slit. Her body trembled uncontrollably. As she settled fully, stretched and filled once more, her chin tilted toward the ceiling, and her lips parted in a quiet gasp.
Wylis's hands found her breasts, cupping their warmth, thumbs brushing softly over her nipples. She smiled faintly at his touch, because this was different. This wasn't duty. This wasn't about title and blood.
This was for her. For Rhaella. For the woman beneath the crown.
And then, with no warning, no sob, no tremble—tears started to flow from her eyes. Silent, clean streaks slipped down her cheeks.
That was the thing.
Wylis saw them. And it broke something in him. It's hard to let go when you know what you can have, and what you can never keep.
She didn't stop. Slowly, she started to move, rocking back and forth on his throbbing hardness, breath simmering in small, heated whimpers. Each motion was needy. Desperate.
Squelch–Squelch…
Wet sounds rose between them, squelching, sloshing. Her thighs slapped his as she rode the waves, grinding down, chasing something she wasn't ready to lose.
Wylis hardened fully inside her again, almost impossibly, and she felt it.
She placed one trembling hand over her belly and gasped at the feeling of him moving deep inside her. So deep she swore she could trace him with her palm.
She looked down at him. His face, glazed in awe, in desire. His fingers rolled her nipples between them, and her mouth opened again in a moan she couldn't bite back.
"I'll e-etch…" she panted. "This memory… into my mind… forever—aaah!"
And just like that, it took her again.
She broke. One final time.
Her whole body shook, a messy, liquid climax dripping down his shaft and soaking his thighs. Her moans turned into wordless cries, quiet and cracked as if torn from her very soul.
He felt her shudder, her insides clenching his cock like an angry fist, and let himself go.
His hands gripped her hips and held her there as he spilled one final time inside her, flooding her with everything he had. Coating the Queen's cunt with his virile, thick batter.
She gasped as it filled her again; so warm, so heavy, it felt like a promise. A goodbye. A piece of him left behind for her. Their juices churned inside, messy and unbearably hot.
Rhaella collapsed forward, chest against his, head tucked beneath his chin. She didn't speak. Couldn't. Her body, stretched, sore, thoroughly ravished, could only tremble in the aftermath.
Wylis wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, holding her tight, cock still buried inside, slowly relaxing.
He didn't move. Didn't speak. They just lay there, their sweat cooling against each other's skin.
Their breath mixed, time went by, possibly an hour, Wylis reckoned. He didn't move, nor did he speak. With eyes slightly tired, he stared at the lavish ceiling. Their worlds were so different, yet he had entered hers. He didn't want to let her go, yet he had no choice.
Ting!
Feeling her adorable weight on his body, drowned in the scent of sex, the sound of her breath, and the heat of her warm body, a blue screen flashed before his eyes. Unlike other times, it didn't excite him much. He already expected it.
[Tyrant's Title Acquired - Breeder & Lover of the Queen, Enemy of the Seven Kingdoms, Enemy of the Faith of the Seven, Traitor of House Martell, Tyrell, Redwyne, Hightower, Fell, Blount, Velaryon, and the Kingsguard.
Description - Bedding noble ladies is one thing, but the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms is another. Yet you didn't just bed, you bred, as expected from the Tyrant. You take what you desire, but often it comes at a price. Beware, hide the secrets well to avoid hell.
Effect: Making love to Queen Rhaella Targaryen will make you stronger by 0.05% each time.]
Point five? So it's more for a queen?
That only made him want to steal her away more. Yes, selfish, but justified in his heart.
Ting!
[2X Multiplier in effect!]
[Updated Effect: Making love to Queen Rhaella Targaryen will make you stronger by 0.10% each time.]
That's… a lot.
Wylis bit his lip. There was no question left. He had to have Rhaella. If not now, then in the future.
Ting!
[Trueborns & Bastards Triggered!]
[Name: Rhaella Targaryen
Age: 37
Occupation: Queen, Mother, Grandmother, King's Toy
Current Loyalty: 82%
Status: Impregnated]
Wylis' mouth fell agape. It was expected, but eighty percent loyalty was unexpected. Rhaella seemed to really, genuinely trust him.
"You must go. Now. Quickly," Rhaella suddenly rolled over from his chest and pulled the quilt over her body. "Forget me, Wylis. We never met. This never happened."
Like hell I can, Rhaella. I want you even more now.
"That's impossible." He turned sideways towards her, shifted closer, and caressed her face. "You have my word—I'll be there when you need me most. You're never alone. Not now, not ever."
With that, he pulled himself back and got out of bed. He wiped himself with the bedsheets, knowing that tomorrow was going to be full of drama. The King would be busy looking for him, instead of worrying why the Queen's chamber reeked of sex.
He wore his trousers and then the tunic. Then, he took out the small bottle he'd forgotten to give before.
"This is a medicinal ointment, Rhaella. Use this on your wounds. It'll heal you better." He placed the bottle on the table beside her bed and gave her one last look. She had tears in her eyes.
He walked back to the hole in the floor and threw the stones down first.
"Wylis."
He looked at the bed again. She was now seated, her legs dangling off the edge. But clearly, she couldn't stand, too sore for that.
Then, she stretched her arms towards him, tearful.
Fuck! It's getting harder to leave.
He ran back to her and embraced her tightly in his arms. He did more and lifted her clear off the bed, squeezing her into himself. That was no older woman, no queen in his arms. Just a sad, scared, now hopeful lady.
As Rhaella's feet dangled, she achingly wrapped them around his waist, and her arms around his neck. His hands supported her bottom and saved her from the sore pain.
"I'll pray to the Seven," she said. "I'll pray that this isn't the last time I see you, Wylis."
"And I'll make it so that we not only meet, but never have to be apart again." He declared with confidence.
Rhaella smiled one last time for him and kissed him passionately. No tongue, just lips, but wet. They both seemed as if not ready to move apart. Their lips were like magnets. But the night was passing, and Wylis didn't have enough time.
"Be well, Wylis."
He placed her back on the bed and even tucked her into the quilt. "You too, Rhaella."
Ting!
[Queen Rhaella Loyalty Updated - 100%]
Ting!
[Tyrant's Title Updated - Breeder & Lover Of the Queen -> Life Partner of the Queen
Description - You not only bedded her, but also earned her heart, her trust, her mind, and her soul. You are a Tyrant worthy of love, as much as fear.
Effect: Making love to Queen Rhaella Targaryen will make you stronger by 0.10% each time.
Effect: All Targaryens are now genetically fearful and fond of Tyrant's blood.]
They're what now?!
Ting!
[2X Multiplier in effect!]
[Updated Effect: Making love to Queen Rhaella Targaryen will make you stronger by 0.20% each time.]
Holy fuck! What the hell is all this?
He once again looked back at Rhaella. Desperately wanting to take that woman with him. She was not only beautiful, adorable, kind, and trusting, but also beneficial to him combatively.
However, sometimes, gifts also bring about doom. With Targaryen blood genetically fearful and fond of him, the next ping he received raised goosebumps all over his skin.
Ting!
[Mad King's Admiration Triggered]
[Mad King's Current [Censored] - 100%]
Ting!
[Unnatural Censors Removed!]
[Mad King's Current Bloodlust - 100%]
Ting!
[Tyrant's Squire's Emergency Warning Triggered!]
[Warning! Warning! Warning!]
The blue screen suddenly turned red, and all options vanished. A timer appeared, going in reverse—two hours and ten minutes left and counting.
[Escape! Escape! Escape! Escape!]
What the fuck is this?!
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