That was all Rhaella whispered before she jumped at him, her smile the biggest Wylis had seen yet, so radiant that it could've melted the heart of the cruelest warlord, a smile so pure and fierce it was worth slaying kings for. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down as she rose on her toes, her body pressing flush against his massive frame.
Wylis caught her effortlessly, one thick arm sliding behind her back while the other hooked beneath her knees, lifting her into his arms like a princess. Her restrictive gown bunched between them, preventing her legs from parting, but he held her high enough that her soft lips could crash against his without strain.
She clung to him desperately, her fingers threading through his hair as their mouths met in a fierce, claiming kiss.
He had never felt Rhaella this bold, this possessive. Her tongue dove into his mouth with heat, exploring him as if she wanted to memorize every inch. He welcomed it greedily, his own tongue tangling with hers in a slick, hungry dance.
Rhaella's hands roamed his scalp and neck with frantic need. Her eyes fluttered shut, lashes damp with tears of pure joy.
It felt like a dream to her. Her tongue tasted the faintly sweet need, and the kiss grew wetter, more desperate, saliva mingling as their lips slid and sucked with passion. She moaned softly into his mouth, the sound vibrating through him, her breath hot and ragged.
Wylis carried her across the room, never breaking the kiss, and gently lowered her onto the fresh furs of the new bed, the frame creaking faintly under even her slight weight.
"Perhaps we can see if this new bed is… worthy of us," he murmured with a teasing grin.
Rhaella laughed, a bright, breathless sound that lit her violet eyes, and sat up swiftly. She got off the edge to stand, her hands pressing firmly against his broad chest, guiding him back until he sat on the bed with his feet planted wide, knees spread like a throne awaiting its queen.
"Let me, my love," Rhaella whispered, sinking gracefully to her knees between his thighs.
She shrugged the heavy fur coat from her shoulders, letting it fall behind her. There was no hesitation in her voice, no shame; only the raw truth of her affection.
Wylis gulped. His pulse thumping as he watched the former queen kneel, ready to worship his body in a way no highborn lady ever should. It was… unexpected. But his cock was already swelling to aching hardness in his trousers, straining like iron against the fabric.
He watched her delicate fingers fumble with his belt, trembling slightly with eagerness. He reached down to help, loosening it swiftly before she tugged his boots free, one by one. With careful hands, she peeled his trousers down his thick legs, baring him completely.
"Mmm…" His cock sprang free like a beast, towering in all its monstrous glory. It was longer than the span of her lovely face, thick veins pulsing along the shaft.
Rhaella was transfixed, her violet eyes glazing over as the heavy, musky scent of his arousal washed over her. Her breath quickened, nipples hardening visibly in her gown.
"Gods took their time…" Rhaella murmured, rising higher on her knees as she leaned in. Her slender hand attempted to circle his girth, fingers barely meeting around the heated flesh. "Creating you… mmmh."
She nuzzled his cock against her cheek, soft skin gliding along the rigid length as both hands worked together. One steadying the base, the other stroking slow and firm along the middle.
Her soft lips brushed feather-light kisses up his shaft, starting at the root where his heavy balls rested, then higher, worshiping every throbbing vein until she gently pulled back the foreskin. She pressed a tender, lingering kiss to the swollen, glistening cockhead, her adoring gaze lifting to meet his.
Wylis drew a deep, shuddering breath. The sight of her… an ethereal beauty framed by his massive cock, sent fire through his veins. Those wide violet eyes, so innocent yet burning with lust, undid him. He smiled down at her, sinking back on his hands, legs splayed wide as he surrendered to her touch.
He watched as Rhaella parted her thin, glossy lips as wide as they could go around his bulging crown. It was a struggle, her mouth so small and refined against his brute size. But she took the thick cockhead inside, her tongue already swirling greedily over the sensitive underside.
"Uh… that tongue!" Wylis writhed, his massive calves twitching helplessly as her royal tongue traced slow, teasing circles around the flared rim of his cockhead.
The heat of her mouth was gentle yet maddening, every delicate flick sending jolts of raw pleasure up his spine, making his thighs tremble and his breath ragged.
She took him no deeper than the crown, and he made no move to force her. Gods, he would never risk bruising that perfect throat, never her. Yet the restraint only sharpened the ache, his cock throbbing violently against her swirling tongue.
Rhaella's violet eyes were smoldering with lust. She suddenly reached for his idle hand and guided it firmly to the back of her own head, fingers pressing his palm into her silvery hair. An unmistakable command; 'Take me, use me, have me as you desire.'
Wylis gulped, his fingers threading through the silken strands like claws. He massaged her scalp for a moment, then carefully pressed, just an inch deeper as he watched her lips stretch wider around his girth.
Rhaella huffed around his shaft, eyes widening in surprise as the thick bulb nudged her tonsils. He released instantly, easing her back with a guilty breath.
She pulled back with a wet gasp, a choked giggle bubbling up. As a playful warning, she grazed her pearly teeth ever so lightly along the sensitive skin of his shaft, just enough scrape to make him jerk and groan.
Wylis barked a laugh through his groan, but the worry lingered in his eyes. He wouldn't hurt her; he knew his size could break her if he lost control.
"Use them… Rhaella."
She instantly understood and drew his cock from her mouth with a slick pop. Strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his glistening crown.
"As my lovely lord desires."
Rhaella rose higher on her knees while she pulled the wide neck of her gown lower to her waist. She was like a porcelain doll ripened by motherhood and time, curves lush and inviting, breasts heavy with milk. She cupped those magnificent swells in both hands, lifting them like an offering, and nestled his throbbing length deep between the warm, yielding valley of her chest.
Wylis groaned as silken flesh enveloped his cock completely, her breasts so full and plush that only the angry, swollen head of his cock protruded from the top.
She pressed her elbows inward, squeezing those heavenly peaks tighter around his shaft, milk already beading at her stiff nipples. As she started to move in slow strokes up and down his entire length, the milk leaked freely. Warm drips spilling over her fingers, down the slick shaft, turning every glide into a creamy, sloshing mess. Obscene and intoxicating, milk and spit mingling into a glossy sheen that coated his cock, dripping in thick pearls.
"Mmmph—Gods, you're magnificent," Rhaella moaned breathlessly, tongue darting out to lap at the emerging cockhead with each upward stroke.
She suckled the tip greedily whenever it popped out between her cleavage, lips sealing around it, cheeks hollowing as she kneaded her own breasts harder, fucking his length between them with growing fervor.
"So thick… So perfect… My giant… mmm, tastes so good…" She gasped between suckles.
Wylis groaned, loving every moment of it. His hands settled on her shoulders to feel her rhythm, then slid to her leaking nipples. He pinched them firmly, rolling the hard peaks between thumb and forefinger, coaxing sharper jets of milk that sprayed across his cock and her chin.
His toes curled against the floor as he teetered on the brink, balls drawing tight.
"Close! Let's not… waste it… aye? Lie down, Rhaella."
"No." The refusal came husky and defiant.
She kept stroking him with her slick, milky breasts a moment longer, denying his release, then rose gracefully to her feet. With deliberate slowness, she slid the beige gown further. Gold and silver embroidery caught the firelight as it pooled at her feet.
Every lush curve was now revealed for him to see. Her wide hips, fluffy thighs, those heavy, milk-streaked breasts swaying freely, nipples red and dripping. Her silvery hair tousled, framing a face flushed with lust and shy triumph, violet eyes gleaming as she gathered the fallen gown and wiped the creamy mess from her chest and throat, smearing milk across the fine fabric before tossing it aside with a needy smile.
"Let me… have this, my love."
Rhaella straddled him fully, her feet planted on either side of his hips as she squatted over his lap. That curvy, thick ass hovered inches above his throbbing cock, cheeks parted just enough to tease the glimpse of her glistening folds.
Wylis' feet were still on the floor, knees bent over the edge of the bed.
Her one soft hand wrapped around his slick shaft, still coated in milk and spit, and guided the fat head to her dripping entrance, rubbing it slowly through her soaked petals, lathering him in her arousal as she prepared to take him completely on her terms.
"Mmmm! Gods! You will break me… and I'll love every moment of it!"
Rhaella wanted this, craved it with every fiber of her being. The memories of cold marital duties, the pain without love, the empty obedience to a mad king… all of it faded before this moment.
This was no duty. This was lovemaking, and she wanted to feel every searing inch as if it were her first true time. She wanted the burn, the stretch, the overwhelming proof that she was alive and desired. Selfish, for once, and gloriously so. She wanted his seed deep inside her, wanted to swell with his children born of love, not duty.
"Wylis…" She stared down at the giant under her, shoulders impossibly broad, chest and arms carved from living stone. A man among men, and now hers. Gods, she knew she was utterly lost.
"I love… you!" Rhaella cried out as she sank down, knowing the sting waited.
His cockhead slid through her soaked lips, splaying them wide, forcing her tight entrance to yield in a brutal, delicious stretch that felt like rightful claiming. She gave herself willingly, eagerly, tears of overwhelming joy spilling down her cheeks.
"I love you… Wylis!"
She leaned forward, palms braced on his chest, lips trembling as fresh tears fell. The burn was fierce, the stretch exquisite agony, and yet it was perfect. Her body fluttering around him, climax hovering dangerously close from the sheer emotion and fullness.
Her thick hips started to move, slow at first, rising and falling inch by agonizing inch, forcing more of that monstrous girth inside her by her own desperate will. She wanted to please him, to belong to him completely, to erase every cold memory with this blazing heat.
Plap!
Before long, Rhaella fucked herself on him with zeal, slamming down from tip to root with reckless abandon. Every hint of her old, royal restraint was now gone.
Each descent sent a wet, echoing slap as her plush ass met his hips, her pussy swallowing him whole again and again. It was more than lust; she was purging the past, forcing out every bitter recollection and pain through the relentless grip of her cunt, through the sweat and ache of her body. She carved new memories into her flesh, branding her mind with nothing but this sensation, this cock, this man. His alone, forever.
She felt wild, feral, stretched beyond reason, every ridge and vein dragging along her sensitive walls.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Glancing down, she caught Wylis with his head raised, eyes fixed behind her. Heat flooded her cheeks as she followed his gaze to the large mirror behind her on the wall.
And there it was; her entire rear reflected in shameless detail, the tight pucker of her wrinkled hole winking above the obscene sight of her pussy lips clinging desperately to his shaft, pulled outward on every rise, shoved inward on every brutal drop. Oh, she was stretched to ruin.
Wylis's massive hands clawed her asscheeks, spreading them wide for an even clearer view, fingers digging deep into soft flesh. The exposure burned her red with shame and arousal. Gods, that cock could ruin her completely.
In that moment, she knew she would gladly offer him every hole, let him wreck her until she broke.
"Yes, yes, yes…. Oh!"
So overwhelmed with greedy lust, she wanted to kiss his lips. But sadly, she was too short to do so and simply slathered his neck with needy kisses, marks of her love for him. So close to coming, her body withered uncontrollably on top of him. Her muscles knotted up until she couldn't move and fell forward on his chest.
Thank the gods Wylis took over. He gripped her ass, finger dimpling into her soft flesh, and moved her hips on his eager pole. He fucked her like a toy on a string.
With vigorous wet plunges, the climax pushed through and crashed over her without warning.
Rhaella's entire body seized, her cunt clamping down in violent spasms as she came harder than she ever had. Messy, unrestrained, a hot gush of watery release spraying around his buried cock, soaking his balls and thighs in a flood of pure, desperate want.
"Ahhh!!" Her scream tore through the room, back arching, breasts heaving as wave after wave emptied her, leaving her trembling and boneless.
She collapsed forward onto his chest, limp and panting, silver hair plastered to sweat-slick skin.
"Rhaella," Wylis whispered. "I want you to see this… as well."
"Hmm?" she murmured weakly, mind still floating in pleasure.
Her confusion lasted only a heartbeat. With effortless strength, Wylis rolled them over, settling on top of her for a moment before rising to his feet on the floor. She thought he meant to take her on her back, but he gripped her hips and flipped her again, onto her hands and knees.
So fragile and weightless to him, Rhaella felt Wylis's thick forearms slide beneath her knees and lift her entire body with effortless sway. She tipped backward, back pressing flush against his chest, legs hoisted high and spread obscenely wide, dangling helplessly in front of him like a broken doll.
She gulped, realising what he was doing.
"N-no! I… I'm old!"
"..." Wylis said nothing, savoring the shy flush staining her skin.
She had always hated mirrors, hated the cruel honesty of them, the faded cuts on her arms, the yellowed bruises on thighs and shoulders that no amount of time could fully erase. Marks of a life endured, not lived.
But her lover paid her plea no mind. He carried her directly before the wide mirror, positioning her so reflection consumed them both. Her flushed, swollen cunt still stinging and dripping, breasts leaking thin streams of milk, silvery hair wild and tangled, violet eyes heavy-lidded with spent lust and fresh tears.
"Rhaella… you are beautiful."
His lips brushed the shell of her ear, and the whisper sank into her like molten iron.
"I want you, I need you. Look in the mirror. This… is who I want."
"Mmmmh!" Tears spilled freely. With trembling effort, she reached down between her spread thighs, delicate fingers wrapping around his near-bursting cock, and guided the slick cockhead back to her sore, gaping pussy.
"T-Thank you for loving me."
"Shhh…" Wylis hushed her gently. "Never say that. This is no mercy, no payback, no trade. This is what I feel… raw as I can show."
"Oooooh!" The cry tore from her throat as he lowered her slowly, impaling her once more.
That monstrous girth stretched her again, sliding deep until she swore she felt him in her belly. And in the mirror, she could almost see the bulge rising under her skin. She covered her flushed face with both hands, yet left gaps between her fingers; she had to watch that cock vanish inside her, watch her body surrender like it was born for his claiming.
"As do I… my love!"
Plap! Squelch! Plap!
The rhythm was fierce and unrelenting.
Wylis lifted and dropped her with brutal strength, throwing her, curvy, soft, yet to him, lightweight body up the length of his shaft only to slam her back down to the root.
Her dangling feet kicked uselessly in the air, toes curling; her pussy splayed wide open, red and glistening, lips dragged in and out with every savage thrust. Her heavy breasts thrashed wildly, milk spraying in thin arcs that dripped down her ribs.
He bit down on the curve of her shoulder, hard enough to bloom a fresh mark she would wear for days. Then, he soothed the sting with open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, her cheek, branding her with heat.
She was lost to it now, moans slurring into broken sobs of pleasure. The nightmares that once pulled her from sleep felt distant, burned away by this feral lovemaking.
This was love. Raw, messy, and overwhelming. From the man she fell for, all for her.
"Aaaaaaah!"
Her second climax hit like a storm, cunt gripping down viciously as she sprayed again, hot, watery release gushing around his pistoning cock and streaking the mirror in clear rivulets of pure sin.
Wylis didn't know what came over him. This mirror, this fragile ex-queen held like a doll. But the sight of her unraveling against his chest set him on fire. Her back burned against him; her tight, massaging cunt should never have taken his size, not truly, yet she did, hips built for birthing now stretched beyond reason. Unholy shame flickered in him for the brute he became, but gods, it was too hot, too perfect. And now he was teetering on the edge.
Plap! Plap!
He threw her up and down on his cock with raw, unyielding strength, arms bulging as he lifted her, impaling her again and again in a punishing rhythm that made her entire body jolt. The motion was relentless, hypnotic. Her feet dangled wide to the sides, thighs trembling as her knees stayed hooked over his forearms, keeping her spread obscenely open.
The view in the mirror was… scandalous. He had the control, the motion. The things he was doing to her womanhood, battering it. Yet clearly, she loved it as much as he did.
Her pussy gaped and fluttered. The mirror showed it all; the way her tight hole swallowed him whole, the lewd bloom of her folds as he strained her open, her clit swollen and flushed above the relentless pistoning. Her heavy tits thrashed wildly with each rough drop, slapping against her ribs and each other with soft, wet smacks.
"Ungh… Rhaella… I'm!"
"Yes, yes… Please… oh, this gift… mmmm… in me, my love! I'll carry your babe… with pride and love and… oooooh!"
Wylis shattered. His spine arched, thighs trembling as he buried himself to the hilt and erupted.
Thick, endless ropes of cream flooded her depths, pulse after pulse, so much that it immediately overflowed. It sloshed out around his buried shaft in messy splashes that splattered to the floor at his feet.
In the mirror, they both watched. Her stuffed cunt frothing white, excess batter dripping in heavy strings from her stretched lower lips, in a filthy testament to how thoroughly he had claimed her. She could feel him, that warmth against her womb.
Ting!
[Name: Rhaella Targaryen
Age: 39
Occupation: Ex-Queen, Mother, Grandmother
Current Loyalty: 100%
Status: Impregnated]
Wylis panted, chest heaving, the giant finally spent, for the moment.
Carefully, he turned and lowered her trembling body to the bed, laying her down among the furs as though she were glass. He rested out beside her, pulling her sweat-slick form into the cradle of his arms, her chest to his chest, his half-hard cock still nestled against her thigh. He knew the night was far from over; the deed was done, but the hunger lingered.
Besides, he had yet to taste her nectar, spread those trembling thighs, and drink deep from the mess they'd made. It was far too tempting to resist.
"Rest for now, Rhaella. We'll continu—"
Ting!
[Trueborns & Bastards Triggered!]
[Son(Bastard) - Wenda The White Fawn
Life Points - 10]
[Strength - 4/10
Dexterity - 1/10
Intelligence - 2/10
Charisma - 2/10
Vitality - -5/10]
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