Anna felt the first trickles of his cream seeping from her well-used pussy, warm and slick against her skin.
Wylis stayed buried deep, his cock still rigid and twitching. He panted heavily, finally breaking the kiss to draw in ragged breaths before easing back onto his knees. His gaze dropped to the glorious ruin between Anna's legs. Anna's body flushed crimson, glistening with sweat, globs of his juice leaking.
But when he pulled out slowly, his erection still stood proud, glistening with their combined slick.
"Oh! I have an idea." Lyanna chirped suddenly. "Wylis, stand up on the bed."
Wylis knew precisely what she craved, a knowing smile tugging at his lips as he obeyed without hesitation, rising to his full height like a king, towering over them.
Lyanna gently urged Anna upright onto her knees, the two women settling side by side, their faces level with his throbbing shaft.
Lyanna moved first, her slender fingers wrapping around his base, pulling back the foreskin to expose the sensitive head still smeared with cum and Anna's essence. She leaned in, her mouth engulfing the dripping tip in a slurping gobble. Her tongue swirling to lap up the salty mix as her hands pumped and twisted along his length.
She coated her lips in the filthy gloss until they gleamed before she pulled back with a satisfied pop.
"Go wild, Anna. This thing's more than enough for two mouths."
Anna hesitated for a heartbeat, her cheeks flushing deeper as she glanced up at Wylis's towering form, his cock jutting out like a weapon. But Lyanna's commanding gaze pushed her forward.
She joined Lyanna along one throbbing side of his shaft, their tongues slithering out in unison to trace wet paths from the base upward. The heat of their breaths mingled, hot on his length, tongues flicking and pressing flat against the veined underside.
"That's it, suckle those balls, he likes it," Lyanna urged, dipping low to draw one of Wylis's family jewels into her mouth with a slurp. Her cheeks hollowed as she rolled it gently with her tongue, the salty skin taut against her lips.
Anna followed suit, more delicate, but no less fervent. She took the other ball between her lips, sucking softly at first, then harder, the dual suction pulling a low groan from Wylis. His cock was more than their stretched mouths could fully take, impossible to swallow to the root, no matter how they strained.
Lyanna released his ball with a wet pop and straightened, her hand joining Anna's in a firm grip around his slick length, their fingers stroking him in tandem. Up and down in a messy rhythm, palms gliding over the spit-soaked skin, twisting at the crown to coax out more.
"Deeper, Anna. Feel how he swells for us," Lyanna said breathlessly, her free hand guiding Anna's head closer while her own tongue flicked out to tease the small slit at the tip of his cock.
Wylis felt the filthy heat of their mouths and hands, messy, squelching around him. His cock ached with the dirtiest kind of bliss. It was fucking hot; he couldn't help placing his hands on each of their heads. His fingers threaded through their damp hair.
"Coming!"
"Coming!" Wylis warned them as he grabbed his cock from their hands, stroking the massive rod with urgent fistfuls.
It seemed to be Lyanna's plan as she pulled Anna down beside her, pressing her face right next to the woman's. Lyanna opened her mouth wide, tongue extended like an offering, her eyes locked on Wylis with hunger.
Wylis breathed in the view. It pushed him over the edge as he stroked furiously, his balls tightening before he sprayed their faces. Ropes of thick white cream erupting like a rain of hot seed, splattering across their cheeks, foreheads, and lips in messy bursts that clung and dripped beautifully.
Lyanna had her tongue out, catching some of the salty load that landed there, swallowing with a throaty hum as it slid down her throat.
"Oh! Lady Lyanna," Anna moaned and suddenly did something against her nature. She turned and licked some of his spill off of Lyanna's forehead.
Wylis watched, wondering if this was a sign of Anna's budding confidence or just a horny outburst. The sight stirred his spent cock with fresh interest.
Lyanna giggled the entire time and finally fell back on the bed, sprawled out of breath. "Gods… What a night."
Wylis climbed down the bed as well and cleaned himself. He pulled on his breeches and tunic swiftly, then snatched one of Lyanna's other nightgowns and draped it over Anna's bare shoulders.
He then lifted Anna in a princess carry, her slight weight nothing to his strength, cradling her against his broad chest.
"I will take you to bed, Anna. I'm sure you can't walk."
"I can't," Anna dreamily replied, her one hand caressing his beard the whole time.
As Wylis walked toward the door, he looked back and made a kissing gesture to Lyanna.
What a woman she was. She sent him a flying kiss back and opened her robes to reveal her nude body, breasts heaving and thighs parted just enough.
A clear signal that his duty wasn't over yet.
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After spending a few moments cuddling with Anna until she was asleep, Wylis returned to his bedchamber. He slid into the bed after disrobing and pulled Lyanna into his arms, plucking a kiss or two from her lips first.
"What made you do all that?" he asked.
"She wasn't right in the head, Wylis. I saw the way she became quieter and slowly stopped joining us. Like she didn't belong. Kept measuring herself against us, making it worse for herself every time. Gods, it was hard to watch. Just couldn't think of another way to make her feel better."
Wylis nodded, having realized that already. "Aye, I know the feeling. Like you stand where you don't belong. I felt the same at the tourney of Harrenhal."
"Really?" Lyanna shifted suddenly and threw away her silk gown, going naked. She straddled his cock. "Didn't stop you from plowing Lord Stark's daughter."
Wylis grinned and rubbed his rough hands over her soft breasts. "That was different. I'd been plowing you since Winterfell."
Lyanna giggled and leaned down and bit his neck. "For keeping me waiting back then."
"Well, I wasn't certain back then. I was nothing, and you were so much more."
"No, you were everything for me."
Lyanna kissed his lips, then moved down to his chest. Her soft, wet lips dragged kisses all the way over his rock-like abs before she finally pecked his cock.
He watched her work it up, make it hard, and coat it with her spit. Before long, she straddled him and eased herself down slowly, letting his length stretch her open like a maiden. She moaned, cooed, all smiles.
Wylis adored silently. Lyanna had noticed Anna's depression and worked to change that. He knew how much she did to manage his weird sexual situation. In some ways, Lyanna oversaw the women who lived in the castle, kept an eye on their emotional state. But again, by keeping that control, she enforced her place as Lady Kaiser.
"I love you, Lyanna."
"Oh! I'm honored to hear those… mmmh… This damn fat cock!"
He laughed at her reaction and pulled her against his chest, dug his heels into the bed, and fucked up into her with hip thrusts.
A wife like Lyanna. He reckoned, no wonder Rhaegar went crazy; it was hard to catch a girl like her.
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Wylis arrived at the still under-construction new docks of Ramsgate early that morning. Many ships were anchored there, preparing to set sail or going through simple maintenance. Food was being constantly unloaded nearby as the growing town depended on it.
With him was Qyburn, dressed in heavy robes, a hood on his head like the sunlight was his bane.
They were sought by Archmaester Marwyn, and since Wylis didn't allow people in his castle, he came out to meet. But the old man was nowhere to be seen, so Wylis decided to give his new Birdmaster Skill a try.
"Come here, boy!" Wylis called to a nearby pelican.
"My lord, they don't underst—"
Qyburn shut his mouth as the pelican flew and landed right near Wylis's feet.
Wylis crouched and patted the bird's head. "Sit."
Tap!
The bird landed its ass flat on the wood.
"Roll."
The bird rolled.
"Jump."
Tap!
The bird jumped.
Wylis laughed and ordered it to open its mouth wide, and the bird did. So, he decided to try something else.
"Go, catch a fish and bring it to me."
Woosh!
Instantly, the bird flew away. He ignored Qyburn's agape jaw and got up as he noticed Archmaester Marwyn arriving. The man still didn't look like a maester with that big staff in his hand, and his choice of fur-collared robes.
"My lord, what a fine morning. The ships are in great shape, near as I can tell. They will make the journey back, I'm certain."
Wylis shook hands with the old maester. "Let us hope they return. I've used enough for every ship that sails."
"Qyburn, you look alive." Marwyn greeted. "I sought both of you because I received a raven not long ago from Citadel. It's addressed to both Qyburn and you, my lord. If I may?"
"Go ahead." Wylis permitted, curious what the message was.
Marwyn fished out the parchment from his satchel and read it in a low voice. "Honored Lord Wylis Kaiser of Ramsgate. We have learned of what Maester Medrick conspired to do, and we assure you it was his own decision alone. The Citadel had no part in it whatsoever. We hope you'll not hold a grudge against our Order, for one man's act should not define the many. We pray for your understanding."
Wylis felt like burning that parchment. It sounded more like the corporate speech he used to use in his past life.
"Qyburn," Marwyn continued. "The Order has taken notice of the many great achievements you've wrought with Lord Kaiser's aid. Your past deeds once earned you excommunication, yet we recognise your accomplishments and hereby grant you the position of Maester of Ramsgate."
"Such disgrace!" Qyburn snapped suddenly. "They do not ask, they impose it on me. They threw me when they saw fit, and now they bind me back. I refuse this lunacy. I need no chain or collar of a maester."
Wylis agreed with that sentiment. There was nothing to gain from the maesters. He knew more than most of them combined. And Qyburn was growing quickly under his teaching.
"Consider it," Marwyn said. "If you agree, you can help Lord Kaiser more with the Citadel's chain of informers. The maesters talk, they always do. You risk nothing, but there's much to be had."
"Lord Kaiser will have to pay Citadel a fee," Qyburn added.
"Huh? I am to pay for it?" Wylis frowned. "I asked for none of this. They offer an apology, then demand coin in the same raven?"
To that, even Marwyn awkwardly smiled. "Aye, shameless lot, no doubt. Still, it serves you well, m'lord. I know Qyburn is loyal to you, so I see no great harm in it. Every Northern lord keeps a maester. If you want better eyes around you, this is how it's done."
Wylis gave it a thought. True, all nearby nobles had proper maesters. Only he had an ex-maester, a part-time mad scientist who loved dissecting bodies.
"Very well, we will give it thought," Wylis said, ending it there. "Off to inspect the fleet, are you?"
"Aye, I've come to do that."
"Good. I will send a few men with you. They are to find skilled smiths and craftsmen for me, and any ship that may be bought. They will not hinder your work, Archmaester. See that you bring me all I asked for," Wylis ordered. A lot of coin was bet on this naval excursion.
"I'll do naught but that, my lord. I'm keen to see what you make of all those things. Now, if it pleases you, I'll be off to inspect the fleet."
Wylis watched Marwyn walk away. All he could do now was hope.
"Qyburn, I ride for Winterfell in two days. Send a raven to Lord Stark. Tell him I'm visiting to see my kin." He ordered and looked towards the sea, a big smile curving on his lips. "Well now. Look who returns."
"Grah! Grah! Grah!"
Right then, the same pelican returned, landing near Wylis's feet and opening its mouth. Two fat fish spilled out, still alive and writhing.
"Good boy." He patted the pelican's head and grabbed a fish. "Eat."
The Pelican ate this time. It was easy ordering the bird like it was a trained dog. But this was more, the bird had fought against its nature to eat the fish and instead brought it for him.
"Alright, go now. Back to your friends."
At his command, the bird flew away.
"My lord! Are you god?!" Qyburn barked out of nowhere.
"What gave it away?"
"..."
"Gods, don't make that tearful face. I was jesting, Qyburn." Wylis slung an arm about the maester's shoulders and drew him on. "Now, tell me. Where might a man come by some Falcons? A great many of them. Dozens?"
"For what purpose, my lord?"
"Fuck Citadel, that's why."
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