Ashara's eyes went wide suddenly, and then her lips formed a big smile, her pearly white teeth visible. She kissed him furiously. "You read my mind."
He chuckled and eased her legs down from his elbows. She stayed impaled on him, thighs locked around his hips, his cock still thick and half-hard inside her pussy. One massive hand cradled the back of her head while the other swept wet strands of hair from her flushed face, thumb brushing along her cheekbone.
"Ashara, do you ever find yourself longing for your home?"
With a frown, Ashara stared at his face. "I…"
"Be honest now."
"I do sometimes. Not because I wish to go there but… I worry. My eldest brother is sick, that's all I know."
Wylis squeezed the firm curves of her ass under the water, grinding her slowly down onto his softening length until she shivered. "Near the year's end, I ride for Brightwater Keep. By then, the child will be born. If you're well, you may come. I'll send you to Starfall early and fetch you when I return home."
"You would do that?"
Wylis frowned. "What kind of question is that?"
He rolled his hips upward in a slow grind, dragging the thick length still buried inside her along every sensitive inch of her walls. His cock, only half-soft from their last release, swelled rapidly.
"Ashara, you are my woman. Your happiness is all that matters."
"In that case, my happiness demands we… continue."
Wylis grinned from ear to ear.
"As my lady demands."
Splash!
####
That night, Ros gave birth. Everything went safely, and Wylis didn't even have to enter the room. Qyburn led the trained midwives well.
Once again, it was a boy. But this one had red hair, while having his eyes and face.
Ting!
[Trueborns & Bastards Triggered!]
[Son(Bastard) - Ros
Life Points Available - 10]
[Strength - 1/10
Dexterity - 1/10
Intelligence - 1/10
Charisma - 3/10
Vitality - 4/10]
Clearly, the boy was born with a very healthy body, already hitting four in vitality. Charisma was also high, but Intelligence, Dexterity, and Strength were low. Still, he loved the boy and the mother simply because they were his.
He held the wrapped baby in his arms and allotted the ten life points.
[Strength - 1+2/10
Dexterity - 1+2/10
Intelligence - 1+2/10
Charisma - 3+3/10
Vitality - 4+1/10]
It was balanced. Charisma was something he always preferred because beautiful babies meant the women who saw them thought of the father who created the babe. That usually increased his chances of siring more babes. As for Vitality, it was the go-to, at least when they were kids.
"Thought of a name for him yet?" Wylis asked.
Ros nodded emotionally, looking tired. "Lucian."
Wylis smiled and looked at the boy. "Heard that, Lucian? Your mum's quite good at naming."
He remained with Ros for a while after that, watching her feed the babe for the first time. He joked about feeling jealous of the boy. And Ros, being Ros, smirked and told him she had two of them for a reason. At that point, he embarrassingly shut his mouth and let the midwives do their work.
Once Ros and the babe were asleep, he left the underground room and headed upstairs. But midway, he found Lyanna. The way she stood told him everything, brows creased, her arms folded, her weight leaning on one leg.
"What did I do?" he asked.
"You let Ashara have a babe but not me?"
"..."
Chuckling, he caught his wife despite her wild struggling and swept her up like a princess. "Patience, my she-wolf. I have a surprise laid for you. Four days more. Then, I'll bed you until you beg me to stop, and I still won't."
"Really?" She asked back, not believing him. "What surprise?"
He lifted her some more, leaned down, and kissed her lips. "It's a surprise."
"Fine," she grumbled. "Then let's go and practice for that eventual night."
For that, Wylis didn't need a second invitation. If his wife demanded sex, then it was his duty to make her sore and limp the next morning.
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The next morning, other than chuckling at Lyanna cursing him for making her sore, he surveyed the entire town and its constructions. The walls were standing tall and proud, and they were wide enough for the soldiers to use as their running track for exercise.
The new docks were coming out well. The plans for new buildings in the inner wall had reached the construction stage as the people of Ramsgate worked to dig the foundation. Other than that, Wylis visited the blacksmith and began working on forging a new Valyrian sword using his pre-owned blacksmith mastery.
Valyrian steel was impossible to make, but not impossible to work on. It could be melted and made into new blades rather easily, just like any other metal. Of course, he didn't plan on giving a longsword or a greatsword. But not a shortsword as well. A simple, elegant bastard sword was enough.
The entire day, he hammered at the new sword, taking the help of the blacksmith boy, Martyn. Wylis taught him how to work on the steel as well. After all, this wasn't the last batch of Valyrian steel he was going to find.
Once night came, Wylis ate with his ever-growing family, made love to Wenda, and then left the castle with Chett, ordering Brandon and Benjen to stay alert.
Going up North, he steered Caliburn alongside the Broken Branch river, this time crossing the tributary that was in his land, and following the shores of the main river.
Before long, they had entered House Hornwood's lands.
"My lord, what would become of us if we're discovered?" Chett asked quietly as he followed Wylis under the moonlight.
"Nothing. No lord in the North has the courage to raise a hand against me. They may grumble and feel slighted, aye, and some might even clasp hands with the Boltons. That would be the worst of it. Even so, I have a few plans in mind for Lord Hornwood," Wylis said, eyeing the river intently, going as deep as possible into the Hornwood fief.
"The river is long and wide, my lord. How do we take the gold out of such a large place?"
Wylis eyed his squire, finding him rather inquisitive that night. "Leave that to me. I'll make a few contraptions to do that. We first need to make sure this river's worth taking. Then we'll go make Lord Hornwood an offer he can't refuse?"
"The sword you're making, my lord? It's coming out beautiful."
"Want it?"
"I… I should first master the one I have."
"Wise words, Chett. Had you pressed your luck and begged for one, I'd have kicked your ass right here and now. A Valyrian blade is no good to a man who cannot wield it. It is not a toy."
"Understood, my lord."
"Neighehe!"
[Desire!]
All of a sudden, Wylis heard Caliburn's thoughts from under him. He looked at the boy's head. "You want one? What? A sword?"
Tap! Tap!
Caliburn strongly slammed his hooves on the dirt.
"Horseshoes? You want them made of Valyrian steel?"
[Yearning!]
"..."
"Haha!" Wylis laughed and patted Caliburn's neck. "You're more demanding than my wife. But alright, I'll make them for you."
[Happiness!]
He didn't notice Chett gawking at the little exchange. But true for Wylis, Valyrian steel didn't hold that much worth to him. Besides, Caliburn rarely ever asked for anything. Well, other than apples. He loved apples. And carrots.
Eventually, Wylis noticed some torches shining far ahead in the distance. He chose to stop right there and check the river.
"That's enough, Caliburn. Chett, take out the tools I've brought."
Wylis quickly grabbed a big bucket and walked straight into the river. The flow was fast and rough, enough to carry away any man or beast and drown them. But Wylis used Earthbending to hold his feet firm and filled his bucket with the samples. The river curved from there, and he chose the place right behind a massive boulder to collect it.
Moments later, he returned to the shore and sat down. Using a gold panning pan and some Earthbending, he removed all the dirt and other particles, and then drained water until all he had left was…
"Gold."
Fuck this! It's the entire goddamn river!
Wylis didn't give a damn about the gold. All he wanted was to succeed in the quest and get the rewards. A full resource map of the North. And here he was now, in lands not his own, but he was supposed to own it.
"Let's head back. I expect we'll be paying Lord Hornwood a proper visit next."
Wylis didn't bother to carry all that weight with him and poured the dirt back into the river. Then, he rode back south to Ramsgate and entered his solar to write a letter for Lord Halys Hornwood. It was a simple greeting, and his desire to visit Hornwood and see the castle. He added no hints of trade, as a Valyrian steel sword was more effective when presented out of nowhere.
I should take Wenda along. She's fierce.
Everything depended on Lord Hornwood's desire for the sword. And right now, he had no idea what kind of man Lord Hornwood was. Was he greedy? Was he ambitious?
Knock! Knock!
"My lord."
It was late at night. He'd already sent Chett to sleep. "Qyburn?"
The door opened, and the Maester walked in, his face grave, lacking the usual smile. "My lord, a raven has arrived from Stoney Sept. Two of our ice ships were sunk by the Ironborn in Ironman's Bay."
Crack!
The quill in Wylis's hand shattered. He rose to his feet and received the rolled parchment with the brief information. He realised that the raven must have taken days to reach Ramsgate, and more time must have passed before the raven was even sent. That meant there could be more such attacks already.
Ting!
No! Fuck no! Already got too much on my plate.
[New Main Quest - Art of Naval War
Description - A Tyrant may face challenges on land, at sea, and in the air. The answer must always remain a Tyrant's supremacy.
Goal - Stop the Ironborn from sinking your ships (2/10)
Reward - Navigation God Skill Mastery]
God… Damn it! Another Main Quest?
Wylis couldn't remember ever having multiple Main Quests active at the same time.
And the damn countdown. What happens after? Quest failed? What can I even do alone? Rebellion's not happening for another three years.
He fell back into his chair and summoned the Tyrant's Squire. He went to the shop menu and looked for the Navigation God Skill. He quickly found the Navigation Mastery Skill, priced at three years of lifespan.
But this Navigation God was something else entirely. He kept scrolling down and eventually found it.
Holy… God! T-Twenty years!
The price was immense, and so was the skill, from the looks of the description.
[Navigation God Skill Mastery - 20 Years
Effect: Navigate through the world like a hot knife through butter. Find new routes, build new pathways, reach new lands, for you are the God of Navigation.]
Isn't this too… overpowered?
He wanted it. He absolutely wanted it. Just imagining finding safer routes to travel to countless locations in Essos made him excited. And perhaps, he could go westward and cross the sunset sea? The possibilities were endless.
"Qyburn, ready a raven for King's Landing. I will not lose another ship. All work along the West Coast stops at once. Every vessel is to sail back east and continue there. The western cities we'll reach by road and river… one way or another."
I must bide my time until the rebellion or… No! Never. Fuck gunpowder.
Ting!
What now? Just because I said gunpowder? Don't make me—Oh!
[Trueborns & Bastards Triggered!]
[Son(Bastard) - Diana Mooton
Life Points Available - 10]
[Strength - 3/10
Dexterity - 3/10
Intelligence - 1/10
Charisma - 2/10
Vitality - 2/10]
Ah, it's the Lady of Maidenpool and… another son.
Ting!
[Remaining Lifespan - 55+2 Years]
Lyanna was right. I need more, many more kids. I should visit Stoney Sept.
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A/N: I have recently started writing a Star Wars smutfic as well. Currently, it's on Patreon. I will soon start posting it here as well.]
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