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Jonquil's Pool,
The sun was setting, and Wylis found himself seated in the famed sweetwater pool of the town. The pool had quite a history attached to it. But he couldn't care less about that, his mind was busy thinking of something else.
The failure he'd faced that day. It could have been avoided, yet there he was. He thought of what he could have done differently while relaxing in the chest-deep water, his back reclined against the pool's edge, arms spread on the ledge.
What now? Did I fail the entire Main Quest? But the town is ruined.
He wondered what penalties he'd receive. Moreover, he didn't know if he would be able to take Maidenpool's ships anymore. He still had the eight pirate ships, however.
Maidenpool's not gonna survive. That boy's timid. He thought of Lord Mooton's son, who was now the lord.
To a degree, he regretted even coming down south. Ramsgate was changing, improving, and he should have been there to oversee everything. But the damn Quest forced him to do it. And the Crown's raven added pressure.
God… Used by everyone at this point. The Crown, Tully, Frey, even the damn pirates. Tyrant my ass.
Splash!
"Ummmmh… Wylis?"
Wylis shook his head and woke up from that stupor, and looked at Ros's gorgeous face coming out of the water. Her soaked red hair was stuck to her head and face, her smile so sinful, so sweet, and honest.
"Ros, let's head home as soon as possible." He caressed her face, soft and mischievous. She'd been holding her breath and sucking his hardened shaft under the water.
"I'll go wherever you tell me to, whenever you tell me to… with pleasure," she proclaimed and dipped her head back under the water.
With a splash, Wylis felt it all rush onto him.
Under the water, everything felt more sensitive for some reason. The cool embrace of the pool swirling around his skin, the insistent heat of her mouth, making every nerve ending on his cock scream with pleasure. He loved the way his shaft throbbed, the water adding a silky, teasing drag that heightened friction, turning each subtle movement into an electric jolt that shot straight to his balls.
Ros didn't try to take all of him; she was smarter than that, more devoted in her own wicked way. She pleased him with deliberate care, her head bobbing with a lustful rhythm. Her tongue toyed with his crown, swirling lazy circles around the sensitive ridge, flicking at the slit where pre-cum leaked into the water, the taste of him mingling with the sweet pool in her eager suckling.
He felt her mouth suck away all the pent-up tension, fatigue, and anger, like she was drawing the poison from his soul. He slowly lost himself in the moment, his head falling backwards against the pool's edge with a low groan. His eyes lingered on her ass raised out of the water, glistening pale under the sun, a true beauty that made his cock twitch harder in her mouth, urging her on.
She's… I haven't been very kind to her either.
With a sigh, he closed his eyes and just immersed himself in the sensations, letting the world narrow to the heat of her mouth and the lap of water against his skin.
He couldn't see her face, but his cock told him everything; every single slip and slide of her tongue on his sensitive skin. His flesh pole flexed involuntarily against her boneless flesh, swelling thicker in response to the unseen torment.
He felt her hand, slipping into the mix, slender fingers wrapping firm around the base where her lips couldn't reach, stroking him under the water with a slow, twisting pump. The liquid drag made each glide feel slicker, dirtier.
She was holding her breath for so long, surprisingly. Her lungs burning for him as she pushed her limits to wring out his pleasure.
Thankfully, there was privacy at the pool. He could smell the sweet fragrances of the water, floral and clean like jonquils in bloom, but there was a burning scent of the town mixed as well. Acrid smoke from the pirate raid lingered in the air, a grim reminder.
Splash!
"Gaaaah… Can't hold it longer… gah!" Ros came out of the water, her crimson red hair splashing water around in a wild arc, droplets flying like jewels. Her lips swollen and glistening, chest heaving.
Wylis chuckled, the sound rough with lingering hunger, and cupped her dripping face between his broad palms. His thumbs swept over her flushed cheeks, tracing the water-beads. His eyes locked on hers, and the raw need in them made her breath hitch.
One thick arm slid down, hooked around her waist, and dragged her in until she straddled his thighs in the warm water, her slick heat flattening along the rigid length of his cock.
She rose with him, and her magnificent breasts broke the surface. Heavy, milk-pale, impossibly soft, glistening with pool water that rolled down her lush curves. They pressed against his hard chest and deliciously spilled over. The flushed pink of her stiff nipples teasingly dragged across his skin.
Wylis couldn't tear his gaze away. Big, soft, those red nipples begging to be sucked raw. Hers was the body of a woman made for sin and motherhood both. Fluffy in every place a man wanted to grip, yet sleek enough that his hands could still span her waist.
"Take me in." He ordered with a hungry grin.
Ros's lips curved into a greedy, knowing smile. She lifted just enough, fingers slipping under the water to wrap around his throbbing shaft. She guided that fat, angry crown to her entrance and sank down slowly. Torturously slow, watching his face the whole time.
"Oooooooh! Always… stretch me so… oh much!" She moaned, back arching. But there was no real pain in it. Only the familiar, delicious ache of being pried open by him. Her cunt welcomed it, even as it fluttered and fought the unrelenting stretch.
Wylis leaned in, mouth finding the column of her neck, arms crushing her plush body to his chest until those glorious tits flattened and molded against him. He kissed, sucked, and bit. Tongue lapping wet trails, teeth scraping, marking dark purple across her pale skin.
Under the water, it was heaven. The cool pool swirling around his balls, teasing the sensitive skin, while her cunt burned molten hot, the slipperiness letting her glide yet gripping him like wet silk. Her hips rolled, back and forth in greedy little circles that massaged him thoroughly. Her smooth ass brushed his thighs, over and over.
Ros took in another thick inch, her delicate petals stretching taut around his girth, fluttering wildly as if trying to pull him deeper by force. She moaned continuously, body writhing in his iron embrace, yet still forcing herself down, down until the fat head of his cock kissed the gates of her womb.
"Oh! So much… feels like our first time… every single time," she gasped in sheer pleasure.
At last, her ass settled fully on his lap. That lush, warm flesh overflowed across his thighs like warm dough. Her cunt clamped around his root, tight, pulsing, a perfect sheath.
Wylis felt every throb of his cock answered by the rhythmic twitch of her walls, milking, fluttering, worshiping his entire buried length.
Only then did he loosen the crushing hug, easing back just enough to drink in her face. Ros, flushed and dripping, lips swollen, eyes glassy with lust and something softer. She was mature, ripe, a woman in full bloom, despite sharing the same age. Her body was built for this. Heavy swells that begged to leak milk someday, hips wide enough to carry his babes, a cunt that gripped like it was born for his cock.
In a moment, Wylis made a decision.
"Ros…"
"Hmmmh?"
"Don't take the Moon Tea tonight."
"..."
Silence hung between them for a moment.
Then her hands flew to his head, fingers tangling in his wet hair. The smile that broke across her face was radiant, utterly triumphant. And she willingly moved her body, rising to the tip of his swollen crown and then…
"YESSSSSSS!"
She slammed herself down, hard and reckless. Water splashed around them in sheets as she rode him like a woman possessed, screaming yes, yes, yes with every violent drop of her hips. Her cunt swallowed him to the hilt again and again, greedy and grateful and utterly lost to pleasure.
Wylis's hands clawed into her round, fat asscheeks, fingers sinking deep into plush flesh, dimpling the pale skin as he spread her wider. He yanked her down harder, claiming every inch of the ride.
Splash! Splash!
"Yes, yes, yes… Finally! Oh, I waited for so long!" Ros cried out in ecstasy as her hips snapped down again and again, water exploding around them.
"Forgive me for keeping you waiting," Wylis grunted, drowning in the molten clutch of her cunt, every slam of her body dragging him deeper.
"Ooooooh… Gods!" Ros screamed and crashed her mouth to his, tongue plunging wildly, curling and swiping like she meant to devour his very soul through the kiss.
She ground her hips in desperate circles, tears spilling hot down her cheeks while she fought his tongue for dominance. Her arms were locked around his neck, nails raking the broad slabs of his back as if she wanted to drag him inside her skin. Her ass kept rolling, cunt sucking greedily at his cock.
He was so mighty, so dangerous to the world, yet here she was protected and impaled on the lap of the powerful man. No other cock would ever do. None could stretch her, ruin her, complete her like this.
All her life, she'd sold parts of herself for scraps of safety. That time Wylis came to see her with coin, she didn't know why, but he felt different. Kind yet rational, honorable yet mighty.
She thought nothing of it at first, but now…
Wylis felt like a home she had longed for all her life. She wanted to belong to him desperately. She wanted to forget that fear that she'd be thrown away, back on the streets, forced to do what she'd forgotten.
And now, Wylis had agreed to give her her life's greatest gift. And Gods, she was willing to give him more and more and as many as he wanted.
She kissed him messily, drunkenly. Her lips slid from his mouth to his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, and his forehead. She worshiped every inch of his face while her hips never stopped churning, breasts crushed between them, nipples dragging sparks across his chest.
"Oh—mmmmm!" Ros whimpered into his skin, grinding so hard her clit mashed against his pelvis with every thrust.
Then it hit. Her climax tore through her like wildfire. Her cunt seized, spasming violently around his buried cock, milking him in ruthless pulses. She burst and didn't stop. Wave after wave crashing, her walls trembling and clamping, gushing out sweet nectar that mixed with the pool water. Her entire body convulsed, thighs quaking, belly trembling; every muscle locked in blinding ecstasy.
"I wanted thissss! I–I wanted you–ur babe… So–oooh fucking long!" she wailed, stuttering in bliss and broken with joy.
Her back arched, head thrown to the sky. "Oooooooh! Wylis… I… belong… to you!"
The motion thrust her heavy breasts upward, and Wylis's mouth latched onto one stiff nipple without thought. Sucking hard, teeth grazing, tongue lashing the peak until she shattered again.
A second, deeper release ripped through her just as his cock jerked inside her core. The first thick rope of his virile cream blasted against her womb, scalding, flooding every secret crease.
She felt every pulse, every heavy spurt painting her insides white, marking her, breeding her, the heat blooming low in her belly like lava.
She cried, real tears this time. Tears of happiness as the truth sank in. Soon she would swell, round and ripe with his child, and it would be because of this enormous, gorgeous man. She belonged to him now in every way possible.
"Ugh… Ros!"
Wylis groaned her name, and in that instant, every shadow of the burnt town, the ruined ships, the mocking pirates, everything burned away. There was only Ros. Her scent, her heat, the soft weight of her in his arms, the way her cunt still fluttered around him in tender aftershocks.
And he wanted to feel her, closer, deeper.
He wrapped his arms around her once more and crushed her to his chest, feeling the last lazy spurts of his seed spill into her welcoming womb. Her soft, spent body draped over him, face buried in the crook of his shoulder, mumbling sleepy nonsense against his skin.
Should've done this months ago.
His cock stayed hard, lodged deep in that creamy, throbbing heaven. But for now, he only wanted her warmth. She was the woman who took his virginity, after all, in this life.
Ting!
He expected that chime to ring. His seed was quite virile to begin with. It was impossible not to breed her in one go.
[Side Quest Failed - Pirating The Pirates
Description - A Tyrant knows how to turn a tragedy into an opportunity.
Goal - Capture Pirate Ships (8/17)
Reward - Sailor Talent Finder]
To his dismay, it felt like Tyrant's Squire was mocking him. The chime notified him of something else.
And the penalty?
Seeing nothing in the notification, he summoned Tyrant's Squire's screen and looked at the Quest list. There was a new tab inside there, named 'Failed Quests'. He clicked on it, and there it was, written at the bottom of the screen.
[Side Quest Failed - Pirating The Pirates
Penalty - All Tyrant's Squire perks are unusable for 24 Hours.]
[Note: Rewards of Failed Quests become permanently lost. Meaning, the said reward will never be offered again.]
Wylis took a sigh of relief. He feared the penalty would be his lifespan. But still, this one stung. The reward for this quest was 'Sailor Talent Finder', which would have let him find men with innate talent for sailing.
As for losing all perks for a whole day. He could accept that. It was reasonable but also scary. What if he lost a quest during an important battle? Would the penalty last longer than a day if it were a more important Quest?
Ugh… I can feel it already.
There was also an immediate effect. He felt weak all of a sudden. All the perks that were keeping him strong and boosted were gone. He was no longer superhuman, but just a naturally strong, fit man. He didn't have Earthbending either, he tried it and couldn't sense anything.
Ting!
[Main Quest Completed - Maiden's Conqueror
Description - The Rebellion has ended, but old maggots still roam. Bring House Mooton of Maidenpool to heel.
Rewards - New Title, Fame, Hidden Targaryen Treasure Chest]
Oh? I didn't fail that?
Ting!
[Tyrant's Title Acquired!]
[Tyrant's Title - The Pirate Hunter
Description - You have started a crusade against those who take what belongs to others. Pirates are aspiring Tyrants, but there can only be one true Tyrant.
Effect - 100% Earthbending boost when facing a Pirate.]
A-A hundred what?!
But before he could even digest that, he felt new information appear inside his head. It was the location of the hidden Targaryen treasure chest, and it wasn't that far away from Jonquil's Pool itself, but it was underground.
Ting!
[Name: Ros
Age: 21
Occupation: Wenda's Handmaiden
Current Loyalty: 100%
Status: Impregnated]
There was that, of course. But to Wylis, it appeared the greatest reward he'd received was from Ros. For some reason, she was already a hundred percent loyal towards him. And truly, he cherished loyalty more than anything else.
"Ros, let's take this to the bedchamber."
He stood up, lifting her with him, hands supporting her hips. He'd lost his perks, but he was still Wylis, the seven-foot giant.
"Let me make love to you all night."
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