Yet, he felt Rhaella's hand firmly on his cock, squeezing it with her fist over his loose pants. He knew it had been a while since they had done it. It annoyed him that he couldn't do her right now and then.
"That does not mean we must do nothing," Wylis replied and suddenly turned sideways completely, leaving Rhaella lying flat on the bed. In that position, he slid one arm under her neck, curled his hand, and pushed his middle finger into her mouth.
His other hand reached down, pulled her gown inch by inch over her soft legs, over her belly bump. He kept pulling, she squirmed to let him, until it was messily bunched above her large breasts, under her armpits.
"Just stay like this. Tonight, your Wylis will help you sleep," Wylis throatily whispered and looked down, drinking in her body.
Rhaella was always a beauty; the damned realm knew it. From that fevered night in the Red Keep, he remembered every inch of her softness. Her full, heavy breasts, the gentle yield of her belly under his palms, her creamy, plush thighs that had once locked around his head while he feasted.
But now she was more. Pregnancy had ripened her. Her breasts had swelled fuller, rounder, and taut with milk. The pink nipples glisten faintly at the tips. The gentle curve of her belly rose proudly between them, warm proof of their love, and lower still, between those silken thighs, he could already feel her arousal under his palm.
While his arm remained cradled under her neck, he kept his middle finger sliding lazily between her parted lips, letting her suckle it with that needy rhythm. His free hand roamed slowly, sliding up to cup one heavy breast. His fingers spread wide, palm flattening over the sensitive peak as he squeezed gently. Warm milk instantly spilled against his skin, wetting his palm.
Rhaella whimpered around his finger, her eyes fluttering half-closed in embarrassed bliss, but she arched into his touch, offering more of herself.
He let his hand drift lower, caressing the gentle swell of her belly. From there, his fingers continued, tracing the soft doughiness of her thighs, so plush and creamy they parted for him with the slightest urging.
He spread them just enough, then laid his fingers along the entire length of her moist heat. Her folds were already slick, glistening with arousal that coated his fingertips in warm, silky nectar. He just rested there, feeling her pulse and flutter against his.
Wylis lifted his gaze to her face. Silvery hair spilled messily across the pillows, framing those luminous eyes that shone with helpless need.
She looked so small and fragile that it sometimes haunted him in nightmares. What if he hadn't sailed out that night to save her?
But then she was here, warm and real and moaning softly around his finger, utterly his.
"Rhaella…" he muttered, pulling his middle finger from between her lips. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers, his massive frame caging her so easily that her pregnant body felt like a soft doll against his chest. "Have you thought of any names?"
As he asked, his hand slid lower between her thighs. His thick middle finger parted her soft, moist petals with care, brushing firmly over her swollen clit in a teasing stroke.
"Ooooh…" Rhaella arched, her beautiful face instantly blushing. "I… I want you to… name them… my love."
Slosh!
Wylis thrust another thick finger inside her without warning. The two digits stretched her open, pumping in slow, deep curls that stirred her drenched walls. His broad palm ground against her clit with every thrust, the heel of his hand rubbing firm circles that sent jolts of pleasure racing up her spine. His fingers were so thick, unyielding, filling her until she could hear every wet squelch.
All the while, Wylis kept his forehead pressed to hers, their eyes locked in heated silence. Warm breaths mingled between their parted lips, never quite closing the distance into a kiss.
Rhaella felt like her entire body was burning. Her cunt was slippery and aching, clenching greedily around his thick, invading digits, while her heavy breasts felt strangely ticklish and tight, nipples peaked and leaking faint drops of milk.
"Oh…" She reached up with one trembling hand, fingertips brushing the rough scratch of his beard.
Oh gods, how much she loved this man. Her first true love, laughable as it seemed, was found only after years of a cold marriage. She had grandchildren, for god's sake. But the depth of emotions she felt for him was something she had never known before, making her heart ache even as her body sang.
"Mmmm… Wylis…" She arched her hips higher, chasing the building pressure, so close to tipping over the edge. "I…"
She could feel his rough fingers reaching so deep inside her, stretching apart within her, and making her feel fuller than she should. The delicious pressure worked her closer and closer, her throat turning dry as desperate little whimpers escaped her lips.
She bit down on her lower lip hard, trying to hold back, and he noticed that.
"Let me help, my queen."
She nearly frowned in confusion until she felt it.
Her lilac eyes widened as his head dipped lower. She felt his warm lips latch onto one aching, milk-heavy nipple, and started to suckle. That ticklish sensation flooded through her breast as he drew her sweet nectar straight into his mouth.
"Aaaaah…" Rhaella cradled his face lovingly against her breast, fingers threading through his hair to urge him. She felt every pull as he drained a warm mouthful and swallowed it down with a low, satisfied groan that vibrated against her flesh.
"Mmmm… Yes… Wylis… I'm close!"
She felt him drain nearly all the milk from that breast in long, greedy swallows. Then he shifted, moving onto the other swollen nipple with the same greed. His strong lips and gentle scrape of teeth sent fresh sparks racing straight to her pussy. Her toes curled tight, her hips jerked against his still-pumping fingers as her pleasure coiled tight.
But then his face hovered over hers again, mouth slightly puffed, lips squeezed shut. She knew exactly what he held for her, and Gods save her from the shame and the wicked thrill…
Rhaella opened her mouth wide hungrily and spread her tongue out flat in total surrender. She closed her eyes in embarrassed bliss and simply felt.
His mouth locked over hers in a deep kiss, and then it spilled. The warmth of her own milk flooded onto her tongue. It tasted faintly of cream and unmistakably of him. She moaned helplessly into the kiss, swallowing every drop he fed her while his thick fingers never stopped their relentless rhythm.
Her tongue messily chased the last traces of his taste along the rim of his lips, swallowing greedily before the kiss turned into pure chaos. Their tongues tangled in a sticky, breathless dance.
His thick fingers never stopped pumping in and out of her drenched cunt with wet, filthy sounds, driving deep and curling against that sensitive spot. At the same time, his other hand reached from beneath her neck to grope and knead her milk-slick breasts, fingers spreading and squeezing until fresh beads of cream leaked more and more.
"Mmmmm… Gods… help me-eeeeeeh!"
She couldn't take it anymore. His fingers stretching and fucking her, his tongue devouring her mouth, the constant pull and pinch on her sensitive nipples. The sensations exploded through her body.
Her heels dug hard into the bedding, back bowing sharply as her hips snapped upward, harder onto his hand. A hot gush erupted from her cunt, soaking his thick fingers and palm, splattering messily against his wrist and the sheets under her. Her walls clenched wildly around his pumping fingers.
Slosh! Squelch!
The obscene, wet squelches and rhythmic sloshing filled her ears even as her lips stayed sealed to his in a messy, milk-stained kiss. Pleasure crashed through her in waves, every muscle trembling, her pregnant belly quivering as she squirted, drenching them both.
She was deliciously sore, yet he didn't stop. His fingers kept fucking her through every aftershock, drawing out every last flutter of her pussy. She twitched and whimpered into the kiss, her body helplessly riding the lingering waves of ecstasy.
"Mmm…"
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of blissful torment, her strength gave out completely.
Rhaella collapsed flat onto the bed, limbs loose and trembling, chest heaving. She felt his thick fingers slide slowly out of her pulsing core, leaving her empty and dripping.
To her shame, she saw he brought those glistening fingers to his mouth and licked them clean with slow strokes of his tongue. A big, satisfied grin spread across his handsome face. The sight so wickedly arousing that her spent cunt gave another weak, needy flutter.
"You taste so… sweet, my Rhaella."
Rhaella blushed furiously, her cheeks burning as she reached up to cup his face. She panted softly, eyes half-lidded and heavy with exhaustion and lingering pleasure. "Shall I…?"
"No. You're near asleep, I can see it. And Lyanna's likely waiting, gods know she doesn't wait quiet. Even if I roused her from sleep, she'd only dare me to prove my strength on her."
Rhaella giggled weakly, nodding against the pillow. Yes, Lyanna was like that. A wild woman packed in an unsuspectingly short and athletic frame.
She let Wylis gently tug her thin gown back down over her body, smoothing the fabric with careful hands, and dotting kisses across her spent frame, until she was proper once more. Then, to her quiet delight, he stayed.
He pulled her close into the warm, protective embrace of his massive frame, one strong arm curled around her, her head resting against his broad chest.
"Wylis…" She lovingly glanced at his face, waiting for his undivided attention. "Let's have more children after this."
"We'll decide that after you bring this one into this world. Now, sleep."
After getting his peck on her forehead, the steady beat of his heart lulled her into sleep.
That night, she dreamt of the hot spring, the warm water soothing her body as she soaked peacefully. In the dream, she listened to the cheerful voices of her new big family chatting and laughing nearby. All the while, her man sat right beside her.
It was so ordinary, yet so dreamy.
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