The Northern Tyrant [Game Of Thrones]

Wylis chuckled low in his chest, pleased by her awe. He'd feared awkwardness, fumbling, or hesitation. Instead, Wenda was like a curious minx, fearless and hungry. He was glad he'd taken things slow. She was more than ready to devour him.

Her fingers trembled as she lowered her head, her lips parting. She dragged the flat of her tongue along the base of his cock, slow and reverent, like tasting a sacred object. The length was so absurd that her tongue nearly dried out before she reached the swollen tip.

She licked and slathered his veiny cock like it was the gods' final temptation. Her tongue swirled, her lips slid, spit gleamed over the girth as she coated him with genuine hunger; twisting, worshiping him with every filthy slurp.

Wylis leaned back, arms folded behind his head, watching her under the fire's flicker. She looked like a vision of lustful sin. All bare skin, bobbing head, spit-glossed lips, and flushed cheeks. The glow danced over her curves, her freckled chest, the subtle quiver in her thighs.

"Ah… I'll run out of spit to soak it, Wylis!" she whimpered around the shaft, tongue drooling down his length. "How are you even a living creature?"

Her insults came out as praise; raw, lust-laced awe. "I need it… in me!"

"Aren't you a daring one?"

Just as Wenda straddled his lap once more, Wylis sat up as well, hands gripping her waist. They were face to face again, heated, breathing each other's lust. And she started to lower herself onto him.

"Gaaaaah! B-Big… too big!" Wenda cried out, thighs tensing.

His cock pressed between her soaked folds, her petals spreading open around the girth, each bump and ridge dragging across her drenched slit. Her pussy swallowed him ever so slowly, hugging him like engulfing fire.

"Ummh…" She moaned, voice shaky, drawn out, and high. Her breath broke with each inch she took. She wasn't even halfway down when she froze, already feeling the pressure at her deepest wall. Her womb trembled, pussy clenching in response. The stretch, the heat, the impossible fullness had her body tingling and tensing like she was teetering on the edge of climax without even moving.

"Y-You're… It feels like… I'm being cleaved! Fuck!" she whimpered, clutching his shoulders.

"Take it slow… at the start," Wylis murmured, voice rough and patient, one hand sliding up her spine while the other stayed at her hips.

Wylis held her tight, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh like gripping dough. His strength guided her hips in slow, grinding circles, forcing her to stay seated atop his huge cock without taking the whole thing yet.

Her legs were stretched and trembling as his big arms wrapped around her ass, controlling her rhythm with greed.

His lips captured hers again, hot and wet, and then wandered down to kiss her chin. Even as his hands clenched around her asscheeks, pulling and grinding her sex into his cock with steady pressure. Her soaked slit was molded against his length, and he was making her body feel the full weight of his prowess.

"Ooooh!"

She gasped softly when her nipples grazed his stone-hard chest. His massive torso pressed against her breasts, and it felt like she was being swallowed by a wall of flesh and heat. She couldn't see anything behind him, his body was that wide, that encompassing, but she could see his face in the firelight. That scorching focus in his eyes, his dark hair clinging to his brow, all of him zeroed in on her.

Slowly, inch by inch, she took more of him. At first, they fucked slow, barely half his cock inside, but each motion made her pussy stretch wider, drip wetter, and her body surrender more. Her hips started moving by instinct, her spine arching, her thighs clenching, and soon Wenda was riding him like a warrior woman breaking in her favorite stallion.

Wylis' hands glided freely over her now, no longer holding her steady but enjoying her self-fucking rhythm. Her pussy clenched down greedily with every bounce, squelching so much it felt unholy. He felt her silky wet walls churn around him like they were trying to milk the beast. He let out a groan at how she took him so deep. So tight. So fucking perfect.

Shlick—squish—plop!

The sounds between her thighs were downright filthy. Her pussy sucked on him with each bounce, making wet, popping noises that echoed in the forest outside. Her juices glazed his cock and balls, and his thick girth made her walls squelch and protest each time she took him down fully. It sounded like she was being bred by something inhuman, and she was loving it.

His arms wrapped snugly around her again, palms warm on her hips and waist. The heat of him, the way he cradled her while buried deep, made her forget how cold the winter was outside. Even nude, she felt shielded. Heated. Worshiped.

"Oooh yes! Yes! Fill me, you beast! Take me! Oh gods… you're so fucking good!" she cried out, throwing her head back, voice hoarse from sheer pleasure.

Her nails raked down his shoulders, across his chest, and clawed back like she was holding on for dear life.

He'd felt nails before, Lyanna, and Ashara, both left their marks. But Wenda? Wenda clawed like a feral animal. Her scratches stung deliciously, marking him deep, even as he started to thrust up into her. Powerful, punishing jerks that made her whole body jump with each impact.

He took control of the pace again, his strong hands lifting and gliding her lower half over his cock like she was a sheath for his cock. Faster. Wetter. Wilder. She bounced with uncontrolled fervor, and the forest echoed with every slap of her ass against his thighs, every squelch of her soaking cunt gripping him hard.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

"Ummmhhhpp!" Her mouth smothered his, and her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. She screamed into the kiss, full of need and quivering bliss. Her pussy clenched so tight it felt like she was going numb. Her walls spasmed uncontrollably, coating his cock in thick, sticky nectar that gushed out around his girth.

As she rode out her climax, she buried her face beside his ear, panting hot against his skin. She felt the twitch of his cock, that intense, telltale flex, and she knew he was about to fill her.

"Yes… Yes! Give me that… Put those bastard seeds into my… my womb… aaaaah! Let's make… babes… you insane… fucking… thick man!"

The filthy way she talked only added fuel to his fire. He grabbed her waist, slammed her down hard, burying his cock to the hilt like her cunt was the perfect sheath to his cock. He jerked inside her, deeper than any man had ever reached.

"Ugh!"

He came like a beast finally uncaged.

His cock swelled and unleashed rope after rope of molten cream, spurting directly into her aching, spasming cunt. Throb, jerk, throb, it kept coming, so much that her belly felt full from the inside. The sheer volume of it matched his monstrous size, thick, gooey, hot. It spilled around his cock and oozed from her slit, glop after glop, trickling down onto his balls, soaking both of them in seed.

Wylis groaned into her shoulder, breathless, delirious from how good it felt. Her pussy squeezing him while his cock pumped her full. Her soft skin against his rough hands. The raw satisfaction of breeding her intentionally. It hit something primal, something deep.

She felt every drop enter her, her pussy fluttering around the last spurts of his cum. She bit his earlobe, moaning with hot breath pouring into his ear. Her whole body tingled, her thighs still twitching from the intensity. As if her carnal organ knew what had been done to it with full, willing intention.

"Gods… that was… I'm sore… Fuck!" Wenda pulled her face back and looked at the man who had just bred her cunt. "It's done—Ooooh!"

Suddenly, Wylis moved with a grunt. His big hands seized her waist and rolled her over, his cock slipping out just for a second before he shoved it right back in with a messy splotch.

By the time her dazed body caught up, Wenda was on her hands and knees. Her body arched low, her ass up, legs parted, while he loomed behind her, still buried deep in her soaked cunt. Her slit swallowed him back in with ease, the leftover batter coating everything like warm oil.

He didn't thrust right away. Instead, he just stayed there, his half-hard cock pulsing inside her, plugging up the cream he'd already flooded into her. His palm splayed across her ass, possessive, holding her perfectly still, right there, right where he wanted her.

"Not that easy sowing the seed, Wenda…" he growled low, voice rasping with animalistic hunger. "We're going to do this… night after night, day after day, until your belly's full with my… babe."

"Yessss! I'm… not… complaining!" Wenda moaned shamelessly, face flushed, pussy clenching around him in desperate waves.

Her cunt squeezed him for it, tight, wet, needy; and that eager squeeze made his cock stiffen right back up inside her. Her plump, wide, birthing hips swayed in front of him, jiggling softly.

He groaned as he started to move, his thick shaft dragging through her sticky, slick, used-up walls with an obscene slosh. The view was everything, watching his insane, thick rod vanish inside her hot cave.

Clap! Clap! Slap—!

The sound of flesh on flesh echoed into the woods, not even dulled by the tent. Wet, nasty, rhythmic.

Wylis pounded her from behind like he was making war on her cunt, gripping handfuls of her marshmallowy ass, fingers sinking deep.

He thrust in savage, punishing motions, using his thumbs to spread her wide. One hand kneading her bouncing asscheeks, the other grazing her tight little back hole. His calloused finger teased it with intent, just enough pressure to make her flinch and clench harder around his cock.

She arched up again and again, her body snapping with each powerful hit to her cervix. Every time her back tried to rise from the impact, he shoved her down by the back, grinding her into place, wanting her to feel how deep he speared her. Like a pike driving into the core of her womb.

"Ahhhhh!" Eventually, her orgasm slammed into her like a thunderbolt. She let out a strangled wail, shaking and spasming, her pussy milking his cock like it was clinging to life. The gush of her juices sprayed around him.

And just moments later, he joined her. His hips jerking wildly as he emptied his fucking balls inside her once again.

Thick ropes flooded into her again, so forceful, so plentiful, that it overwhelmed her overstretched cunt. His cum leaked back out in milky tides, dripping down her thighs, frothing in the mess between her legs. A sticky white pool formed beneath her, froth, nectar, and seeds gushing out like her cunt was overflowing.

"Gaaaah… I'm…"

But before she could even finish, her strength gave out, and she plopped flat into the furry bedding. Legs limp, face down, tits flattened into the fur, her body twitching with aftershocks.

Wylis collapsed behind her, his body big and heavy like a mountain falling. But he had the mind to stay up on his knees, thighs spread wide around her hips, trying not to crush her. Still, his weight pressed down like a warm, living quilt, pinning her beneath him in the best kind of cage.

He reached around, threw a thick arm beneath her neck and shoulder, and pulled her head sideways to him. Her mouth parted, panting, and he kissed her slow and full. Their shared breaths were hot and shallow. His cock, now drained and softening, rested slick between her asscheeks, smearing leftover cream across her crack.

"Hunting other bandits can wait… I got my own sweet bandit to… impale. We're not moving from here for the next… three days."

"Heh… addicted to a bandit's cunt, now?"

"No… addicted to…" He squeezed his cock hard between her perfectly strangling asscheeks. "Emptying myself inside you."

She let out a satisfied moan, smiling with closed eyes. And just like that, she fell asleep, thoroughly used, utterly fucked, and deeply full.

Wylis shifted beside her, curling around her body and pulling her close. One arm cradled her shoulders, the other drew the blanket over their filthy, tangled limbs. The tent was still soaked in sex, and the bedding sticky beneath them, but he didn't care. They had a stream nearby for the morning.

For now, he held her against his broad chest, feeling her breath settle, her body still trembling occasionally. He was happy, spent, and content. Because in the silence, as the wind howled outside, he heard it…

Ting!

[Trueborns & Bastards Triggered!]

[Name: Wenda, Wenda the White Fawn

Age: 21

Occupation: Ex-bandit

Current Loyalty: 40%

Status: Impregnated]

But Wylis had no desire to stop filling her up for days to come. He wanted her to feel him, his desire, and get used to him. Perhaps long for him in that way.

If love wasn't possible, he wanted lust to prevail.

But it's dangerous… I need to find Qyburn.

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