Without protest, Wylis let her take full control that night. He reclined across the bed, muscles glowing in the dim candlelight, chest rising and falling with his still-racing breath.
Lyanna rose to her feet, her smile soft but wild, and slowly peeled off her gown. Layer by layer, the silk pooled at her feet, revealing the real Lyanna Stark; slender, fierce, and stunning. She was as smoldering as fire, with tight curves wrapped in pale skin, and a body built for riding horses and being ridden harder. Slender waist, pert breasts, and lean thighs that could grip, she was a wildling wrapped in a noble shell. Every inch of her screamed untamed beauty.
Lyanna climbed the bed and straddled him with hungry, eager eyes, her soaked lower lips dragging along his length, smearing her dripping lust all over his thick, flaccid cock. The slick warmth of her pussy folds kissed every inch of him as she rocked her hips intentionally slow.
She then leaned down and pressed hot kisses to his chest, flicking her tongue over his nipple and making him chuckle breathlessly before biting his neck, kissing his jaw, and then claiming his lips with a needy, open-mouthed kiss.
They weren't lovers, but their bodies told a different story. Every touch was worship, every motion, madness. When they were tangled together like this, devouring one another, there was no difference between lust and love; it all blurred into one savage craving.
Her shorter, lithe body blanketed his massive frame. Her dainty breasts pressed flat against his carved chest as she kissed him, but her short stature meant her pussy couldn't keep grinding where it wanted to.
Wylis, already burning with need, hard again, curled his arms under her ass, hoisted her just right, and shoved his now eager cock into her tight cunt with a gentle thrust of his hips.
"Ughh…" Lyanna moaned sharply into the kiss, her throat vibrating against his tongue. She wasn't as tight as the first time, but still snug enough that every ridge of him felt like a stretch, like she was splitting open, but loving it.
He started fucking her slowly, with measured thrusts. She drooled into his mouth, her moans breaking into quiet hums, her body trembling.
"N-No—oh Gods—I wanted… to do it myself." She panted out, fighting to hold some control.
Wylis grunted, and stopped, hands leaving her hips. "Then do it, girl."
With determination, she rose up. Knowing what was to come, she grabbed his discarded tunic and stuffed its sleeve in her mouth, and bit down hard. Her thighs trembled as she began working herself on that hulking cock, taking more and more of him inside her slick tight cunt, her hips jerking, her eyes watering from the stretch. But she wanted it.
Her legs were spread wide across his thick waist, barely able to bend properly. She had to press both palms on his muscled chest for balance as she worked herself down that monstrous shaft. Bit by bit, inch by burning inch, she lowered herself until her pussy swallowed him whole. Her mouth dropped open, tunic forgotten, drool clinging to her lips.
"F-Fuck… you're all the way in…" She whimpered.
It felt like he was impaling her womb, so high inside her that she could feel it up in her stomach. It stung, and burned, but gods it was divine. She didn't need silken words or courtship; Wylis' cock was all she'd ever crave, it filled her so well.
Wylis looked down at her stomach and saw it. A faint bulge where his cock sat buried inside her. His throat tightened, mouth dry, shaft pulsing from the obscene sight of her cunt stretched around him like that.
"I thought you'd never…"
"Take it all? Please, I'm no—ohhhfuck!" she gasped, broken mid-sentence as Wylis bucked his hips up into her with no warning.
They started moving in sync, slow and wet. Her slick petals clung to his cock greedily. This time, she took all of him in with each thrust. Her moans were feral, and she had to bite down again to keep from waking the whole castle.
She felt thoroughly ruined. No cock in this cursed realm could ever fill her like this. No knight, no Prince; no one but Wylis. So deep inside her, it felt like a part of her body itself.
"Mmmmmh!"
It came suddenly, like an explosion. Her climax was violent. She screamed around the tunic sleeve she bit, cunt clenching, fluttering, and her whole body fell forward onto his sweat-slicked chest, eyes rolling back. Her ass, her thighs, her cunt spasmed as she came on his cock still jammed balls deep.
But Wylis wasn't done. He moved her like a stringless puppet, her limbs loose, barely coherent. With ease, he spun her around, as if he wanted her to ride him with her ass facing his gaze. But that wasn't it. He locked his arms under her smooth, pale thighs, gripping her in position.
Then he stood to his full height, bare feet on the stone floor, lifting her sweaty body in the air, her back resting against his broad chest. Her cunt stretched wide in that position, he easily reached with a stretched hand and guided his thick shaft back to her rosy, spent swollen entrance.
"Oooh—Wylis!"
"Shhh… Not going all the way."
As his cockhead lodged in, he lowered her light body, fucking her on his shaft like a willing toy, and she was one. Slow at first, he soon bounced her on it, harder, rougher. She couldn't scream, only stretching her arm back, gripping his head behind.
It felt so big, so stretched, so much of his cock stuffed in her; Lyanna almost yelled out loud.
Then, she felt him move. Before she could react, they were in front of the dark window.
She saw their faint reflection in the small panes of the glass window. His thick cock spread her open, her pussy wet, pink, swollen, and stretched obscenely around his girth. Her reflection, fucked open and dripping, made her shudder.
Wylis started drilling up into her from below, using her body like a bouncing fucktoy. The sound of flesh slapping echoed in the quiet room. Her teeth gritted, eyes wild, and then she came, hard. A blinding spray burst from her pussy, soaking his thighs and landing a few drops on the window.
"F-fuck, Lyanna…" Wylis hissed, cock twitching madly inside her.
Knowing he couldn't cum inside, he quickly dropped her onto the bed's edge. Still high from her climax, she tried to take him into her mouth, but he was already stroking himself.
"Ugh~"
The intense itch in his balls rose, and Wylis pumped thick streams of cream all over her. The hot, pearly mess streaked her cheeks, splashed onto her lips, and dripped onto her tits in globs. Her wild, noble face painted white, the proud she-wolf of Winterfell reduced to a dripping cum-doll. And yet… it didn't feel like a degradation. Not to him. It felt like adoration, like the kind of raw, addictive fondness he never wanted to stop giving her.
And then came the shiver of fear. That tight clutch in his chest. Because as he slowed his strokes, Lyanna swatted his hand away, took his still-hard cock into her hand, and started nursing it with her mouth, licking off every creamy drop like she was savoring a feast.
Her lips slid over the length, sucking him slow and gentle now, not for climax, but out of eagerness to please.
Wylis stared at her bobbing head, struck silent. The sight of her like this, smeared in his seed, willingly licking his cock like it was her prize, was beyond lust. This wasn't friendship anymore. This was something else. Something fiery and fucked-up and real.
Why? Why would you still pick Rhaegar?
He asked himself, fearing losing her to the Prince. The thought struck like a dagger. The Prince: beautiful, golden, royal, an already married bastard.
Would she still want him after this? Would she still choose him?
He didn't even realize he'd drifted into that spiral until Lyanna, still breathless, cock-stained, and glowing, raised her head and smirked. "Heh—what are you dreaming about?"
Wylis woke up from that post-nut clarity and looked at her.
She'd laid back on the bed, sprawled like a goddess in ruin, using his tunic to wipe his batter off her face and chest. It clung to her skin in shining streaks as she cleaned herself with a lazy smile.
"Nothing… Just wondering what we are." He replied, climbing into bed beside her; body still warm, cock still twitching.
Lyanna didn't answer with words right away. Instead, she slid closer, snuggled her flushed face against his chest, and curled into him like she belonged there.
"Shh…" she whispered, her voice soft as silk, her breath hot on his skin. "Some questions are better left unanswered."
After a moment of silence, Wylis hummed in agreement. The more time he spent with Lyanna, the less he wanted to give her up. He really had no other friend like her.
Soon, he heard her calm, sleeping breath on his chest. He glanced down at her messy hair and sighed deeply.
Rhaegar… What if I defeat him in the tourney? What will that change?
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