She almost purred when she couldn't keep her hands to herself. Down from his chest, his abs, she dared to move further. She hadn't done this on the ship. She hadn't touched him there since that night. Now, she really wanted to.
With ease, she slid her hand under the waist of his loose trousers, her fingers brushing against the warm, bare skin before delving lower.
"Um.." A soft hum escaped her lips at the absence of smallcloth, the discovery sending a thrill through her.
There it was, his semi-erect shaft, thick and heavy in her palm as she gripped it from the middle, her delicate fingers straining to encircle its girth. He was so much, living up to his giant frame. The velvety skin was already warming further under her touch, pulsing faintly. The sheer size of him caused a rush of heat between her legs, reminding her of how utterly filled she had felt before.
She bit her lips, the sharp sting grounding her as memories of that night flooded back, vivid and intoxicating.
Gods knew how she had taken him then, her body yielding to his impossible thickness inch by inch, every ridge and vein dragging against her inner walls in pleasure and pain. It left her trembling and breathless. But she had loved every second of it; the way he moved inside her like he owned her soul, the raw intensity that made her forget kings and crowns.
Now, as she felt him stir in her hand, her nipples tightened against the fabric of her nightgown, her breath quickening with the urge to relive even a fraction of that bliss.
She loved it even more when his hands started to grope her ass, his large palms kneading the soft, ripe flesh with a gentle possessiveness. His fingers were sinking into her curves like he was savoring a treasure, pulling her closer against his solid frame and making her feel desired, protected, utterly feminine in his grasp.
The warmth of his touch seeped through her thin gown, igniting a slow burn in her core that pooled between her thighs. Her body responded with an instinctive arch, pressing back into his hands as if begging for more.
"Oh, Wylis."
She just couldn't take it anymore. Staring at his gorgeous face, into his ocean-like eyes, she vanished whatever space was left between them and kissed him with an intensity that would even embarrass lovers.
She rammed her lips with desire. To feel him again. Her regret, her peace, her future, she reckoned. So many nights she spent dreaming of what if she had taken his offer. What if she had escaped with him? What if… she had asked him to kill Aerys?
"Mmmm-hhh!"
She knew it. He'd have done it. He'd have killed Aerys and then made love to her that whole night.
She saw how he closed his eyes, so she did the same, surrendering to the darkness where only sensations were felt. She let herself drown in this man, her savior. Her tongue slithered into his mouth like a serpent seeking warmth.
She tasted wine on him, a subtle tang that lingered on his breath, and it stirred a flicker of curiosity in her mind; Wylis rarely drank, his discipline as unyielding as his body, so this indulgence must mean something weighed heavily on his thoughts, perhaps the same shadows that haunted her own dreams.
But she asked no questions, content to lose herself in the moment as his powerful tongue coiled with hers, a dominant swirl that sent sparks of pleasure darting through her.
Her hand clenched into a loose fist around his shaft, stroking him slowly from base to tip, feeling him swell to full, throbbing length. The veins pulsing like rivers of heat against her palm, each twitch was a visceral reminder of his vitality. She wanted to feel it inside, to be impaled and filled until she shattered.
But she knew she couldn't; with his size and her delicate pregnancy, it was too risky, a forbidden fruit that only amplified the teasing torment in her core.
But that didn't mean she couldn't feel him in other ways, her mind racing with wicked possibilities that made her cheeks flush with a mix of shame and excitement. The thought of pleasing him, of tasting him, of letting her mouth worship what her body craved, sent a fresh gush of arousal between her legs.
Her free hand trailed up to cup her own breast through the gown, pinching lightly as she imagined everything.
"Ummmmh…"
Amidst the kiss, her fingers fumbled with the drawstring of his trousers, tugging them down past the swell of his hips until they bunched at his knees and finally kicked free.
His cock sprang up, ready, making her gasp into his mouth. Then, taking a chance, she shifted and climbed, straddling him. She hated the cool air that rushed between their broken kiss, but gods, she loved the way he stared at her in that dim candlelight, hunger carved into every hard line of his face. He looked like a man starved, and she wanted to be devoured, wanted to feel every inch of that gaze licking over her skin.
"Help?"
At her soft plea, Wylis smiled and shifted beneath her. With effortless strength, he slid back, sliding against the carved headboard until he sat upright, the muscles in his chest and arms flexing in the low light.
His hands found the hem of her nightgown, gathered the silk in rough fists, and peeled it up and over her head in one fluid motion. Cool air kissed her bare skin; her nipples tightened instantly, aching.
"Ah!" Rhaella yelped, arms flying to snatch the quilt from behind her, yanking it up to shield her belly and heavy, leaking breasts. Shame burned hot in her cheeks. The stretch marks, the way her breasts strained and dripped. She was no longer the lithe queen, and she felt it deeply.
"No."
Just that. A whisper from him. His hands, calloused but impossibly gentle, closed over the quilt's edge and pushed it down. He refused to let her hide.
The fabric slid off her arms and pooled at her waist, baring her completely. Candlelight painted gold over the curve of her belly, the sheen of milk beading at her nipples, the slick shine between her thighs where she still hovered above him.
"Um."
His cock throbbed beneath her, the fat crown nudging insistently at her soaked folds, parting them just enough to make her feel it.
"You're beautiful, Rhaella. This is just momentary. You'll give this realm the most gorgeous girl, know that."
There it was, that impossible certainty in his voice, as if he had already seen the babe in her arms. It confused her, but she believed him. The words sank into her like warm oil, loosening the knot of doubt in her chest, and she felt her hips roll forward of their own accord, sliding her slick lower lips along his length in a slow, teasing glide that made them both groan.
Then his hands moved, cupping her swollen breasts. They had grown since their last night together, heavy with milk, veins faint beneath her pale skin. He tried to engulf them, thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks, but they spilled over his palms. A bead of milk pearled, then trickled down the curve of one breast; another followed, warm and sweet-scented, dripping onto his wrist.
Embarrassment flared again, hot and sharp. "W-Wylis…"
"Hm?"
"Just once…" The words trembled on her tongue. She wanted to confess to the man who had saved her, who held her heart in his scarred hands. "Can I say it? You don't have to reply."
He nodded, eyes never leaving hers.
"Wylis, sometimes I think I've lost my wits. To find love now, at this wrinkly age... and to love you so deeply. I… I merely want to say that I love you."
"If you're wrinkly, half the realm's rotting in a grave."
"Mh..." She snorted a chuckle and froze. His one hand came up and held her chin softly.
"Rhaella, I can't speak those exact words. I gave them to one woman and must keep them. But I cherish you as deeply as a man could cherish a woman. Once I offered to kill a King for you; I would do so again if the day came."
"You would defy Robert?!"
"If he refuses to find sense in the truth that you were a prisoner of that man, then yes. If he chooses to hunt children and women who were themselves victims of the same throne he usurped, then yes. For as long as I live, no one will take the throne from Robert. But if he decides to take what's mine in his blind rage, my blade is sharp."
Rhaella froze for a short moment, on the verge of tears. She had never felt so safe, loved, protected, and cared for in her entire life. And to think she had lived half her life without ever feeling these emotions.
"Wylis… What happens to me now?"
"Are you mine?"
Such a simple question. Yet so profound in its meaning. Still, the answer was right at the tip of her tongue.
"I've been yours since that night."
"Then Ramsgate is your home, and you're mine."
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Wylis didn't know why, but he felt extremely protective of this woman. Since the time he met her in the Red Keep, even before that night, he wanted to snatch her away and give her all the laughter and joy she had never found in her life.
Now, as she sat on his throbbing crotch, his one hand on her bust, the other caressing her warm face, he knew he had her. He'd finally snatched her away. A little late, but she was with him now.
"Wylis!"
His name slipped from her lips like warm honey, and heat gathered low in his gut. Once the sound had pricked him with guilt, but the thought dissolved. Lyanna was wildfire; Rhaella was moonlight. No one could eclipse the other.
Rhaella was Rhaella, Lyanna was Lyanna, his one true wife.
He let her drift closer, let her mouth find his again. Tracks of tears cooled on her skin as she rocked in slow, careful circles. His cock lay rigid under her petals, trapped between their bodies, kissed by the slick heat of her folds. Each gentle sway dragged her pussy along his length.
"Ummmh."
The hum vibrated against his tongue as she kissed him deeper, frantic fingers threading his hair. His palms slid down to cradle the plush weight of her ass. Round, impossibly soft, trembling under his grip. Her juices painted his shaft in glossy streaks, her tongue surrendering to his own.
The thought flickered. Would she ever truly…
"Rhaella…"
"Hm?" She broke the kiss.
"You don't have to answer, but I want to ask this, so you know what I'm hoping for. Will you… Bear me children?"
Rhaella froze on his lap. He felt his heart travel to his throat. He felt nervous, yet also longed to hear her reply. A positive one. But even if it were a no, he would accept happily.
No, no… What happened?
He saw tears freely fall from her eyes. He really didn't know why.
"With love…" Her whisper came. He felt her forehead against his. "With lust… with joy."
"..."
And that was it. He melted for this gorgeous ex-queen. He engulfed her body in a soft, draping hug, big arms covering her entire back. He felt her lips return on him and he… drowned.
Grief melted into raw desire.
Rhaella's hips rolled faster, slick folds gliding along his cock in desperate, stuttering strokes.
Then abruptly, she straightened, spine arching, and cupped her own breasts with intent, lifting them to his lips like an offering.
Wylis latched onto one dark-rose nipple, sucking hard. The ex-queen's warm milk flooded his tongue in a thick, sweet rush, richer than honeyed cream, laced with the faint salt of her skin.
It spilled from the corners of his mouth, streaking down his chin, dripping in pearly rivulets over the ridges of his chest and belly to pool between them. And still he drank, greedily, until milk glazed his throat and her moans cracked the air.
"Oh OOhh"
His cock throbbed, iron-hard against the cradle of her thighs. Each rock of her hips smeared her arousal along his length, the slick drag sending sparks up his spine. She was close; he could feel it in the frantic tremor of her thighs, the way her breath broke into tiny cries.
Rhaella squeezed her breasts together with trembling hands, pressing both nipples to his mouth at once.
He obliged with his tongue lashing out, cheeks hollowing as he sucked hard. Twin streams of milk jetted against his throat. Her pure maternal essence overflowed in messy torrents that soaked his chin, his chest, the valley between her thighs until the room smelled of sex and milk.
Wylis's senses drowned in her taste, her scent, the slick heat grinding against his shaft. Every pulse of her hips dragged him closer to the edge. This was so dirty and yet so hot.
"Unghh~" A soft whimper escaped her as the first ache bloomed.
She shuddered, hips shaking, and came in a quiet rush. Her pussy fluttered against his cock, a warm gush of her own slick mingling with the spilled milk pooling there. Her body curled forward, forehead to his shoulder, panting in delicate aftershocks while milk still leaked from her nipples onto his skin.
Finally, Rhaella eased backward with feline grace, milk still glistening on her swollen nipples.
A shy, radiant smile curved her lips as she slid down between Wylis's spread thighs. She dipped her head, tongue darting to lap the warm trails of her own milk from his chest, each lick a soft kiss that dotted his skin. She went lower and lower, tracing the ridges of his abs, until her mouth hovered at the root of his cock, flushed and straining like a war-banner.
"Gods!" The word tore from Wylis's throat.
Rhaella giggled and cradled his shaft against the delicate plane of her face. The contrast was sinful, her regal features dwarfed by the thick, veined column that pulsed against her cheek. Her lips brush the base of his cock with feather-light kisses.
Once, this woman had worn the crown of the Seven Kingdoms; now her milk still dripped from his beard, and she knelt to drink the milk of the man who had stolen her from hell. She loved him. She loved this.
"Ummmh…"
A low, hungry hum vibrated against his cock.
She started at his balls, rolling each heavy orb with her tongue, suckling gently until they drew tight. Up the underside she traveled, planting wet, open-mouthed kisses that left glistening prints. At the tip, she sealed her lips and sucked hard, and his cock jerked in her grip.
She stroked with frantic devotion, wrist flicking fast enough to blur. Then she stretched her jaw impossibly wide, and took him in, cheeks hollowing as she impaled her own face on his length. Saliva spilled in glossy threads; her throat fluttered around the blunt intrusion.
Halfway down, and he already kissed the back of her throat. A god in mortal flesh, splitting a queen open with nothing but heat and need. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes from the exquisite burn in her gullet. Her breasts swayed heavily beneath her, nipples grazing his thighs, milk still leaking in pearly drops.
"Ungh… almost!" Wylis growled, hips jerking in warning.
She answered by clamping her lips around the crown.
The first spill hit her tongue thick and scalding; her cheeks ballooned, then hollowed as she swallowed greedily. Gush after gush flooded her mouth, and still she gulped, throat working in delicate ripples, refusing to spill a single drop.
When the last pulse came and left, she suckled the sensitive cockhead with soft, coaxing pulls, pulling out the last beads onto her tongue.
Only when he was clean and trembling did she release him with a wet pop.
Then she climbed back into his lap, thighs trembling, and straddled him once more. A thin ribbon of seed glistened at the corner of her mouth; she licked it away with a shy, satisfied smile.
"You'll spoil me, Rhaella."
"With love," she chirped.
Wylis saw her panting and grabbed a cup from the bedside table. He poured some water and handed it to her. As he watched her drink it, he noticed the movement in her neck, then below at her large breasts, so gorgeous, fluffy. He couldn't wait to feel her from inside again.
"Will you stay?" Rhaella asked.
"For as long as I can."
With that, Wylis shifted to lie flat. He eased Rhaella so half of her was on him, and half on the bed, so she wasn't flat on her belly. She snuggled against him, his warm arms engulfing her under the quilt, her one hand obsessively resting on his calming shaft.
In complete, serene warmth, both closed their eyes and fell asleep. But sleep only came for the previous queen. The young lord was woken up by ill-timed good news.
Ting!
[Trueborns & Bastards Triggered!]
[Twin Sons(Bastard) - Anna]
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