He cleared his mind from the pleasures he was receiving from underneath the table and focused on the old man who ruled the realm in truth, at the King's pleasure. And he had to say, Jon wasn't doing a great job.
"Robert is swinging his hammer alone in the courtyard."
"I will be with him shortly," Wylis answered emptily. "What brings you here?"
"I came to discuss the important matters you mentioned. I have also taken time to walk the town. There is great activity, with the town and ports growing at once. The smallfolk welcome the chance to earn their bread."
That was the intention behind waiting. He didn't want to appear too desperate to Jon.
"Ah, that. Aye, it matters. More than most things." Wylis leaned back, able to see the obscenity that Genna had created between his legs. The sheer mess that coated her face was shameless.
"You saw the carriages that brought us here. I built them. I shaped the iron, I drew the lines. More ideas burn in me still. But the moment those wheels roll beyond Ramsgate, every fat merchant and scheming house with coin will imitate them. They'll drown the markets in cheaper imitations and laugh while I starve. So I hoped the Crown could make a royal registry of new designs and inventions. Let the first maker have the sole right to sell. And if another steals the work, let him be cast out of trade in King's Landing and the great cities besides."
Ugh… Slow down, woman.
Wylis's jaw tightened as Genna's teeth grazed the sensitive ridge just under his swollen crown. Teasing, a wicked little nip that sent a jolt straight up his spine. He forced his expression to remain calm, almost bored, while his gaze flicked downward.
The sight was pure debauchery. Her golden hair spilling in disheveled waves, lips stretched wide around his girth, cheeks hollowed so fiercely they looked bruised. A thin thread of spit dangled from the corner of her mouth, swaying with every slow bob of her head. The word scandalous couldn't cover it.
Those famous Lannister green eyes were locked to his, glittering with filthy mischief. Both her hands cupped her own heavy breasts, mashing the soft mounds together until they enveloped the thick base of his shaft that her mouth couldn't reach. Every glide produced a soft, wet squelch that blended into the low crackle of the hearth fire.
"I see," Jon Arryn said softly, fingers at his chin. "You fear your trade being taken from you. But if it is something all men desire, and you alone can make it, does that not do a disservice to the realm? As the only maker, the price would rest in your hands. A thing that may be worth silver might be sold for gold because you wish to."
"That is why the rights to sell and make such things may be sold as well. Say House Arryn wishes to build these carriages. All they need is my leave, and in return, I take a small share from each one they sell. Less than a tenth will do. In this way, if a clever fellow from Flea Bottom thinks up something fine but lacks the means to make or sell it, he still profits by letting others do so. It gives the whole realm reason to learn, to think, and to craft better things for daily life."
Once again, the old man silently deliberated.
Wylis leaned forward this time, elbows on the table as he felt close to erupting in her mouth. He felt his toes curl in his boots, her tight throat massaging him.
What motivates her to do this?
Wylis had seen Genna's husband if he remembered it. The man was average, perhaps even below. He couldn't understand how bad he must be at satisfying his woman that she ended up like this.
Genna loved it. Gods, how she loved it.
Not just the act, though, the sheer masculine scent of him filling her mouth was sinful enough. The thick, pulsing vein along the underside that throbbed against her tongue, the salty musk of his skin that coated her palate.
No, she could easily find a large enough cock with the coin she had. But what set her cunt throbbing under her gown was what Wylis did to her mind.
As a woman of House Lannister, she had grown in luxury and wealth, and she had seen power as well. All men were intimidated by her and her figure, including her husband. None of them had ever fucked her like her name, her eyes, her golden hair, her mountains of gold meant nothing at all.
But Wylis had.
She followed his tale as he became a knight, won the Rebellion, slayed the Mad King, and became a lord. That did something to her mind. She often found her fingers buried between her thighs in the dark of her marital bed, hips jerking as she pictured Wylis' hands pinning her, that same voice growling commands while he used her without mercy.
It was this majesty, power, and confidence of a man that moved her. No man had ever made her feel so fragile, so deliciously small, not since she was a girl trembling from her first stolen kiss. And she needed that feeling again. More and more each time, like an obsessed addict, needing to feel higher and higher.
Slurp! Slurp!
And Seven Hells, his cock was obscene, thick, ridged with veins that pulsed hot against her tongue, the skin stretched taut. The taste assaulted her in waves. Heavy salt from the sweat in the crease of his groin, the faint iron tang of skin warmed by blood. Every breath through her nose dragged in the thick musk of him made her head spin, her cunt throb emptily, begging.
She smothered herself against him without mercy. She dragged her face down his full length, lips smearing spit in glossy streaks. She nuzzled the heavy sac, inhaling the ripe scent before sucking one swollen ball into her mouth, feeling it tighten and twitch. Her other hand stroked the glistening shaft in long, twisting pulls.
The other sac followed, wet and obscene, her cheeks hollowing as she suckled it. Her tongue traced the sensitive seam underneath, lapping at the tender skin where balls met cock. The taste made her moan low in her throat.
Genna heard nothing of registry or crowns. Only the wet suck of her own mouth, the thunder of her pulse in her ears. Too lost in the taste of a true man.
She was drowning in the memory of how he had once possessed her, how this cock had splayed her open with brutal strokes. That same overwhelming presence throbbed now between her lips, and she chased it with desperate greed, needing to feel fragile again, used again, until nothing remained.
She yanked the foreskin back, exposing the flushed cockhead completely. Her tongue attacked like a lash; frantic circles around the flared rim, stabbing into the slit to drag out thick beads of precum. The bitter-sweet taste coated her tongue and made her pussy clench so hard she nearly whimpered.
Then she abruptly shoved her face down, taking him to the root until her nose mashed into his pubic hair and her throat convulsed. Tears streamed instantly; her gag reflex fluttered uselessly, throat muscles rippling in frantic spasms that milked him deeper.
She held there, choking, drooling, until spit bubbled from the corners of her mouth.
She wrenched back and immediately crushed her heavy breasts around his soaked shaft. She squeezed until the creamy swells spilled between her fingers, nipples scraping his skin with every filthy slide. She latched her lips around the tip again while her tits fucked him in slow, slippery strokes.
His cock was throbbing violently now, urgent jerks that made his cock swell impossibly thicker against her tongue. He was close, perilously close, and she knew it. She knew he was right there on the edge.
Their eyes locked. Wylis gaze was molten. No scorn, no mockery. Just the same possessive fire. She would never tire of being looked at like that, like prey he intended to devour slowly.
Slurp!
Genna clamped her lips tight, swallowing every sound.
Then, she felt his wide palm slide under the table and fisted her hair. Fingers dug into her scalp, pressing her down with a bit of pressure. She knew he wanted to fill her mouth, and of course, she wanted it even more.
She released her breasts, letting them sway under her, and took his beast of a cock deep again. Half his length stretching her jaw, hand pumping the slippery base in frantic twists.
She felt his hips jerk, once, twice, short and helpless. The instinct to chase pleasure, reaching the gold at the end of the tunnel.
And finally, she could taste it. The potent musk, the scent of his seed, and oh, how much it was.
The first jet hit her tongue. Rope after savage rope followed, flooding her mouth until her cheeks ballooned and the overflow threatened to spill. She held it there deliberately, letting the heavy load slosh across her tongue in filthy waves. It coated every surface, painting the head of his cock in viscous white strands.
The taste was bitter musk and man, a real man. The same scorching heat that had filled her love-hole, swelling her womb. The thought made her shiver, made her swallow around him, milking the last weak pulses with greedy suctions of her throat.
Genna kept him in her mouth a moment longer, tongue swirling lazily through the thick cream, cleaning him of every clinging drop. While her eyes never left his, she swallowed in three slow, wicked gulps. Each one drawing the hot batter down her throat.
And at last, she cleanly gulped it all down.
Wylis waited for Jon to speak, but before the old man did, he came into her mouth. And right when she drank it, he opened the Tyrant's Squire interface to check Genna's loyalty.
[Name: Genna Lannister
Age: 39
Occupation: Mother, Advisor
Current Loyalty: 92%]
Swallowing it increased loyalty? She loved it that much?
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