He groaned softly and obeyed. His middle finger pumping in and out of her slowly, the drag of his knuckles tugging at her opening with every pass. The friction of his calloused fingertip stroked along her inner walls, not hard, not deep, just enough to make her melt. His thumb found her clit, rubbing in slow, agonizing circles.
"Ummmh… Ugnnn…" Her moans rose and fell, breathy and low. A steady stream of them slipped from her mouth with every movement of his hand.
Her lashes fluttered, her hips rolled into his touch. Her pussy didn't clamp down hard, but it fluttered with every stroke, throbbing around his finger.
Wylis's brow furrowed, still cautious but highly aroused nonetheless. He never let up his gentle rhythm. If anything, he slowed down more, letting her savor the feeling while coating his fingers with her honey. Then, he added a second finger.
Lyanna whimpered, throwing her head back as the added width filled her deeper. Her walls spread to accommodate him, trembling with the stretch.
The pads of his fingers curled inside her, finding every tender spot she had, dragging across them with precision. He kept his thumb steady on her clit, flicking and circling as he fucked her open with thick, slow strokes.
"Ooooooh! C-Close… so… oh, close!" she moaned, body writhing onto his hand.
Wylis didn't try to quiet her. He let her scream, let her come.
He shifted his massive frame lower, hunching his back to reach her more easily. She was so lithe, so delicate, he had to curl down like a great beast folding over his treasure. His mouth found her breast, round, full, flushed pink with heat. He latched on, suckling gently, his tongue lapping over her nipple in slow circles as his fingers thrust into her soaking cunt.
Her body had changed in quiet, beautiful ways. She remained slender overall, her frame still delicate like a winter blossom, but motherhood had softened her. Her hips had flared just slightly, her thighs fuller now, curved with a gentle plushness that made Wylis's mouth water.
And her breasts… gods, her breasts were round and heavy, filled with the sweet weight of nurturing nectar. They rested, ripe against his face, the nipples darker red, fuller, flushed from arousal.
He latched onto one of them again, suckling with more purpose now. Warm milk coated his tongue, sweet, creamy, and faintly fragrant. He groaned against her skin, his mouth sealing tighter as he pulled gently, letting the fluid spill over his lips.
Lyanna gasped, her hands flying to his head. She cradled him, clutching him with both arms as if trying to press him deeper, feeding him more, her fingers tangling in his hair with wild need. "Ahhh… Wylis… Gods…"
The sounds coming from her were almost feral now. Moans edged with something desperate.
His fingers didn't stop.
They pumped in and out of her with more force now, still not rough, never rough, but hard enough to make her hips jerk with each thrust. Her pussy squelched with each push, sucking at his thick digits.
Beneath them, her arm was trapped between their bodies, but her hand had found his cock, and she held it like a lifeline. Thick, hot, and alive.
Her fingers wrapped tightly around his girth, squeezing it with trembling knuckles, feeling the way it throbbed in her grip. She didn't stroke it, just held it possessively, her grip so tight it made his entire body tense.
He growled low in his throat, mouth moving to her other breast now, latching on and pulling harder this time. Milk spilled down her chest, glistening on his chin, his cheeks, smeared across her flushed skin. He made a mess of her, licking, sucking, drinking her like she was some chalice overflowing with warmth.
"Mmmmgh! Yes, yes…" Lyanna rocked her hips harder onto his fingers, her breath breaking into short, high gasps.
Wylis let go of her nipple with a wet pop and kissed his way up her chest, trailing sticky milk along her skin. When he reached her mouth, he caught her lips in another kiss, but this time, he let her taste herself.
Her nectar was still warm on his tongue, and she moaned into the kiss as her hands flew up to cradle his face. She drank him down like he was air and she was drowning. Her lips, her tongue, her need pressed against his as her orgasm overtook her completely. A very messy one at that.
Her body arched in his arms, shivers pulsing through her like a lightning strike. She broke the kiss just to cry out, head tilting back, eyes shut tight as she came. It wasn't explosive, but it was overwhelming, wet. Her pussy leaked in wet pulses around his fingers, a warm slick trickling down his knuckles, dripping onto his palm and making an utter, sticky, soaked mess.
"Mmmmh…" she whimpered, her thighs twitching as the sensations rolled through her in languid waves. Her body squirmed against his, too sensitive now, trembling under the intensity of it all.
Wylis didn't move until the last tremor had passed. His hand kept rubbing her scorching hot cunt, maintaining that high for her no matter how messy it became.
That should do it.
Wylis finally removed his hand and stopped kissing her. However, Lyanna started stroking his cock right then. She stared at his face while biting her lips, her hand picking up speed, making her entire body shake, especially those beautiful, round orbs on her chest.
But he saw the tiredness in her grey eyes, half-lidded with satisfaction
"Shh…" He grabbed her stroking hand and stopped her. Sure, he was horny, but again, he was usually always horny. "Go to sleep now. It'll be a long day tomorrow."
"But…"
"Sleep, Lyanna. Don't make me spank you now." He pushed her hand away.
Lyanna laughed quietly, overwhelmed with love, her expression glowing with adoration. He was a giant made for battle, and yet somehow just the amount of gentleness she needed. Protective, patient, and concerned about her well-being. A beautiful beast of a husband she would follow into fire if need be.
Sighing, as she rested on the bed, she looked down between them, his hand an utterly drenched mess of her doing. "Mmm… gods, I made such a mess."
Wylis chuckled, the sound echoing in his chest as he wrapped an arm around her slender waist and pulled her into his chest, holding her there possessively.
"Of course, the bigger the guy, the bigger the mess," he said smugly.
"Hehe…"
She giggled and slowly fell asleep in his arms. Wylis just used his discarded tunic to wipe his hands. He didn't disturb her peaceful slumber, knowing they were going to be separated for months soon.
Rebellion hah?… Time to earn some fame.
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"Qyburn, watch over Lyanna. When this rebellion's behind us, we'll finally have a proper place to settle. Somewhere we can do real work." Wylis handed the old man fifty gold dragons and gave Lyanna a bigger bag with a hundred of the same coins. The coins being so heavy, giving any more was simply unreasonable.
He personally had plenty more since he'd also emptied Rhaegar's secret vault under the Tower of Joy. The location of which he received as a reward from the Tyrant's Squire. It had a few thousand gold Dragons. More than he could carry. So, he'd now buried the chest in Vulture's Roost instead. So deep that only he could reach it.
Qyburn nodded, showcasing unwavering confidence. Wylis had kept sprinkling knowledge on the old man, and it had only made Qyburn more eager to learn.
Finally, Wylis kissed Lyanna and took Magnus in his arms. He looked at his son's face, awake, looking back at him. And then, he summoned the Tyrant's Squire to allot the Life Points. He wanted to see the change happening in real time. See if it was even possible.
[Magnus Kaiser(Trueborn) - Lyanna Stark
Life Points Available - 0]
[Strength - 2+2/15
Dexterity - 1+1/15
Intelligence - 2+2/15
Charisma - 5+3/15
Vitality - 2+2/15]
This time, Wylis chose to make the Life Points spread more evenly. But still, he gave more points to Charisma to ensure his initial intent was intact. Ten being the peak, his son was already at eight points in Charisma.
Holy shit!
And he saw it happen in real time. Magnus's brows changed, nose changed, not in size but in position. It became more symmetrical, more perfect, and those blue eyes gained a sparkle, nothing unnatural but rather enchanting. He could already see women going crazy over them.
"Take care of your mum, and don't cry too much." Wylis softly ordered and handed the boy back to Lyanna.
They had already arrived near Blackmont. As Dorne wasn't much affected by the rebellion, the area was rather safe. Even bandits were rare since most had gone north to use the rebellion to hide their activities.
Once again, Lyanna hugged Wylis, emotions reflected in her eyes. "Don't die on me."
"Hah! Wife, just wait. You'll start hearing legends about me soon. This whole rebellion's a mess—bloody, wild—but soon, they'll call it the Northern Giant's playground." Wylis proudly proclaimed. "You best start brushing up on how to run a castle, Lady Kaiser."
Lyanna giggled and nodded, moving on to climb the gentle horse, a mare. She looked different now, her hair was cut short in a wolf-cut, and some chemicals were used by Wylis and Qyburn to make her hair seem more brown. "I trust you—And don't worry about Ashara."
He just nodded at that. It felt uncomfortable to send her alone, but he had no other choice. Going there personally would mean attacking Starfall and kidnapping Ashara, even if she were to come willingly.
"Qyburn! Don't forget what we discussed—Start sending ravens when you reach Old Town."
"I understand, Ser Wylis." Qyburn waved and moved his horse.
Waving his hand, Wylis watched the two figures disappear down the hilly road. In the far distance, the castle of House Blackmont was visible, along with a somewhat busy river port. He kept waving until he couldn't see them anymore.
He felt a little sad. He'd never expected he'd feel so attached to someone in his life. He was never in his previous one. But now, he cherished what he'd built. His relationship with Lyanna and his chubby, strong son.
And that also gave him motivation to keep moving and rising.
"Neighh~"
Wylis chuckled when he felt Caliburn nudge him on the back. "Yeah, it's just you and me now, Caliburn."
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Ashford, The Reach.
"Hold your ground, you sons of the storm! Don't let those flowery cunts shove you back! Kill 'em all! Push the Reach bastards into their graves!"
Robert Baratheon roared at the top of his lungs. It was a battle of do or die, and his confidence was high after his victory at Summerhall. He'd already united the Stormlands behind himself, and now he wanted to take over Ashford in order to secure the Stormlands' western flank.
However, running into a Tyrell army under Lord Randyll Tarly's command wasn't his plan. But still, Robert wasn't one to retreat. He faced Randyll head-on. But it soon started to prove a mistake as the Tyrell forces started to overrun his army. The Tyrells were simply too big a threat, and they could muster the largest army in the realm.
"Strong! Steel your hearts and fight! I swear I'll cut down Tarly myself!" Robert kept roaring to keep his men's morale high. But he knew he had limited time before the main force of the Tyrell host under Mace Tyrell's command joined. If that were to happen, he'd be fucked.
Clash!
Clank!
The men dropped on both sides. But soon, just as Robert sliced one Quentin Tyrell, Lord Cafferen, from his own side, also fell. Things weren't moving anywhere, and he could feel that Tarly was stalling it to let Mace Tyrell arrive.
"Haaaaah!" Robert was personally unstoppable, slamming his hammer left and right on the men. No one could truly stand against him.
But a war wasn't won with a single warhammer. He needed men, and they were dying around him slowly. The real plan was to march north and meet with Ned. But it was now in shambles.
God damn fucking Tarly!
Robert grunted and looked for any way out, just in case. But just as he was looking, he noticed a distant hill in the great distance. Ashford sat between hilly areas, and they were pretty much battling in a valley.
Who… the fuck is that?
Robert noticed the shadow of a lone man on the distant hill, sitting atop a horse. He couldn't see any features since the sun was right behind the man, masking him in its brightness. What he could tell was that the man was unnaturally tall, as was the horse.
There were only two men in Westeros that Robert knew were so tall. One was his enemy, and the other was his great friend. And he really hoped it wasn't the first one because, although he was confident about winning, he didn't want another distraction in an already losing battle.
"No retreat, damn you! Drive 'em back—shatter their bones!"
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Wylis crossed the Harvest Hall, the seat of House Selmy, and moved towards Ashford after confirming that the battle of Summerhall had happened. He did come across a few folks along the way, but none stopped him. Even the men armed with blades didn't stop him. Their eyes told him that they knew about the bounty, but they also knew the dangers.
As he rode atop a few hills, he finally closed in on Ashford. The place was shrouded in loud noises of an ongoing battle. So, instead of running headfirst, Wylis stopped at the last hill and looked at the battlefield.
He knew the history, or in that case, the future. Robert was going to lose the battle and retreat, forced into hiding. So, Wylis considered not joining the battle there, and instead head North and join Ned.
Ting!
"Tsk… What is it now?"
He was expecting something ominous. Instead, it was something auspicious.
[New Side Quest - The God of War
Description - Win every battle in the rebellion. A Tyrant does not fear loss, for he never loses.
Reward - Location of every treasure ship sunk around the Westerosi coast.]
Ting!
"More?!"
[New Side Quest - Can't Touch Me
Description - Take no damage beyond flesh wounds during the entire rebellion. A Tyrant needs no armor, for he's untouchable.
Reward - Location of every buried treasure in Westeros since the dawn of mankind.]
Ting!
"A bonanza!" Wylis was on cloud nine.
[New Side Quest - Bloodline Terminator
Description - A Tyrant always aims for the head. Kill Rhaegar Targaryen, Aerys II Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen, and Viserys Targaryen.
Reward - New Title, Worldwide fame, Method of forging Valyrian Steel.]
"That's… a lot of juicy rewards. Caliburn, I think we'll go a little excessive after all. No holding back!"
"Neeeeiiighhh!"
"I'll take that as a—fuck yeah!"
So, Wylis grabbed the reins and verbally clicked his tongue to signal Caliburn to move. Slowly, the horse picked up speed, and at the same time, instead of his sword, Wylis grabbed his bow and arrow from the saddle.
At the same time, he summoned the Tyrant's Squire to buy a skill.
Ting!
[Horseback Archery - 5 Months (Reduced from 1 year due to pre-existing Horse Riding Mastery.)]
Shwoooo~
In mere moments, the first arrow went out.
Slicing through the wind.
Accurate.
Aimed for the head.
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