The Northern Tyrant [Game of Thrones] Chapter 40 - Hearth Festival, Little Brother & Catelyn Doubts - [Higher Tier January Reward]

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"Bring me Caliburn! Quick!"

At Wylis command, Caliburn was simply let loose from the stables. The galloping boy ran over to Wylis on his own, all saddled up. 

Wasting no time, Wylis mounted his horse and rushed out of the castle courtyard. Galloping down the dirt road, he caught up with the King's entourage as it just left the edges of Ramsgate town. 

The knights and kingsguards became alert at his approach, but eased as soon as they recognised him. At Ser Barristan's command, they all halted.

Wylis rode to Robert's carriage and looked inside through the square window. The man was eating an apple inside. 

"Your Grace, come out. I need a word with you. Saddle a horse and ride with me a short way."

At Wylis' words, Robert first got out of the carriage and then looked around. Without even asking a question, the King just grabbed a nearby knight's horse and mounted it.

"Your Grace, it's not safe."

Wylis lifted a hand in dismissal. "Ser Barristan, if I can’t keep the King safe, then ten of you would fare no better. Come along, Your Grace."

Not too far. He led Robert through the trees, towards the seaside, where the noise of the sea was loud, less chances of someone snooping on them. He hitched Calliburn to a tree and walked to the edge of a small cliff, beyond which was the wild sea, waves thrashing.

"What happened?" Robert asked calmly. 

Wylis was serious at that moment. He looked the same. For a long time, he stared at Robert's face, trying to see the hints he may have missed. This man was lost, aimless, wasting his life purposefully. 

The Robert from his memory wasn't supposed to be like this. The vices, whores, and drinking should have been a problem of the future, after the Greyjoy rebellion. But here, Robert was already growing fat. 

Giving up already? 

"Robert, do you know how I became a lord?"

"Winning battles?"

Wylis shook his head. "No, by predicting. I have a knack for reading folks and the turns of a moment.”

Bullshit. If I were, we wouldn't be having this talk. 

"Robert, I hope you bear me no ill will for taking the glory in those battles. Had sickness not laid you low, Rhaegar would have fallen to your hammer, not my hand."

“Seven hells, no, Wylis. I don’t scorn you. You’re the finest warrior in the whole bloody realm. I was born to what I have, handed every scrap of it. You built yours with your own damn hands. I was fed and trained, and stuffed full. You had to fight and claw for every cursed step. Gods, you earned every bit of that glory.”

Wylis was lost for words for a moment. It seemed they were Robert's heartfelt words, and he wasn't expecting to hear something like that. 

Nodding, he looked at the sea for a while. He wasn't going to tell the man anything big or secret. But he felt Robert needed a realistic goal to keep going. To find his path again. 

“Robert, believe me or don’t. I’ll leave that to you. In a few years, less than four, war will come, and it will be bloody. You have that time to ready yourself. We are still in our prime, both of us. Make yourself stronger than the man the realm followed in the rebellion.”

After a moment of silence, Robert barked. "You drank this morning?"

"I'm not you, Robert. In any case, I can’t say more, or the war itself may slip away. Trust me. Battles are waiting for us, and glory with them, ripe for the taking once more. This time, my maester and I have brewed new remedies. No wound nor fever will slow us.”

"You're fucking serious?"

Wylis made a deadpan face. "Do I seem like I'm jesting?"

"Who? Who dares start a war?"

“Does it matter? Your crown stands safe, that much I know. Yet there will be war, bloody all the same. The rest lies with you. If you mean to ride with me and swing that hammer, then harden yourself. Grow cruel. Show no mercy. Become a beast in human flesh, that's what folks say when they see me bare."

"That's what Lady Kaiser says?"

“To her, I’m the beast under the sheets,” Wylis said with a grin, drawing a laugh from Robert. “Well then, make your choice, Robert.”

Robert didn’t wait. “If it’s coming from you, Seven bloody knows it carries weight. Alright. I’ll give it another chance. See what these thick bones of mine do to the skulls and chests of our enemies.”

"Like old times," Wylis replied. 

The two large men then mounted their horses and trotted back towards the waiting royal escort. They rambled nonsense most of the way, discussing Great Houses and the dirt on them. Wylis did bring up Eddard once, reminding Robert that Winterfell should stand with Ramsgate against the Boltons.  

"Throw me a fat feast when I'm in King's Landing, Your Grace." Wylis waved as Robert sat in the stagecoach again. 

Eventually, the royal entourage left, disappearing between the trees. 

Hope that's enough to move him. 

Finally, he turned Caliburn back and headed home. It was time to hold one final feast, a personal one, a celebration. An official Christmas, as he had planned. 

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Wylis didn't allow the women and children to come out of the underground chambers. In fact, he sent Anna, Ros, Wenda, and Ashara there as well, telling them that he had a surprise planned. 

He got to work after that, decorating his large ground-floor solar into a Christmas-themed room. He brought in a large tree on his own shoulders and decorated it with colored paper. He dangled paper lamps shaped like stars from the ceiling. Finally, he placed a lot of gift boxes and pots of candy there. 

There were also Santa hats he'd gotten made by the town's weaver. Red and white, in varying sizes for children and adults. 

Then he decorated the small dining hall by the kitchen as well. Not too much, just enough to make the occasion special. 

At last, when night arrived, he brought the women and children out again. He had his arms full, however, unable to hug them. Rhaenys had climbed his back, Aegon was on his right shoulder, his son Magnus on the left. In his arms were the rest, Arthria and Simon. The twins and Daenerys were too small. 

“I can breathe again,” Lyanna said, letting out a sharp breath. “It was choking in there.”

"The walls were indeed growing heavy on me," Rhaella added. 

Wylis led the women straight to the dining hall. The long table had already been prepared with all the food they could ask for. They were the best dishes he'd served Robert during his stay. 

"I want that one!" 

"I like this more."

The first ones to eat were the children, as they had no patience. Even before they all took their seats, Rhaenys had already grabbed a succulent piece of crispy fried chicken. 

In the end, Wylis took his seat of honor on the shorter edge. On his right, around the edge sat Lyanna, and on the left was Rhaella. Only Lyanna's seat was pre-decided; the rest chose whichever they wanted. 

Three kitchen maids soon came over and started serving food on their plates. After serving once, the maids left as instructed, letting the big family enjoy their feast alone. 

“I know this past week weighed heavily on you all, my ladies. Anna, you have my thanks. You were steady and true. Genna, you kept the servants from slipping, and I’m grateful for it. Ros, the mummers’ play was well done. You have a real gift, believe me. Ashara, you kept watch over the men lodging in town, and Wenda, you did the same. And you three.” His gaze settled on Lyanna, Elia, and Rhaella. “Thank you for your patience. I would have hated standing against Robert.”

The meaning behind his words was clear to them. He would have protected them, stood for them, even if he had to fight Robert. 

“No, my lord. The debt is ours,” Elia voiced. “If you were taken, doom is certain. For Lyanna, the North will rise. For me, Dorne will rise. For Rhaella, Dorne will stand beside her as well. Yet you stand alone, and still you chose this. I will never forget it.”

Wylis nodded and gestured at the table. 

"Let's eat. I have a surprise for you all after this."

Soon enough, Rhaenys slipped down from her chair, crawled under the table, and climbed Wylis's lap. He was happy to entertain her and let her eat. She was mostly interested in a few dishes, so she wasn't much of a bother. 

Besides, he liked this. Such moments reminded him why he was doing what he was doing.

In the middle, he glanced at Viserys. The boy usually refused to join the table, but he appeared this time. 

What changed? 

He didn't ask or tease the boy. 

An hour later, after finishing their dessert, he led them all into his decorated solar. It was bright with lots of candles. It was warm because of the hearth. And the tree stood out, as did the gift boxes. 

“What’s all this for?” Lyanna asked, standing at his side. “Why is there a tree here?”

Wylis didn't answer and grabbed the box he'd placed beside the door. He took a Santa hat out and put it on Lyanna's head. "From today, the twenty-fifth of every year's last month will be celebrated as Hearth Festival in Ramsgate. A full day for family and those we hold dear.”

Wylis personally found it rather cringeworthy. But he couldn't call it Christmas day, and a name was needed. 

“And let this be the spirit of our celebration. Red and white hats, stars hung with care, a fir tree set up for cheer. A place to gather, share gifts, speak freely, and make memories worth keeping.”

Wylis placed hats on all of them, except Elia and Viserys, whom he just handed. Each looked adorable, like an excited child, curious about the new toy.

Thick carpets were set around the tree, so there was enough space to sit down. Wylis had to show them what to do, as they were mostly confused about this new thing. 

"Rhaenys, come here," Wylis called the excited little girl, gawking at the decorated tree. She was six years old already, growing up to be a slightly mischievous but also intelligent girl. 

He grabbed a large item from under the tree, wrapped in paper-covering. He didn't tear the paper much, as it could still be used later. As he unwrapped the gift, it confused them all more than it excited them. It was a new thing, the first of its kind. 

"What is this?" Rhaenys asked curiously, walking around him and the thing. 

Wylis pulled away the cover and showed it plainly. “This, my dear, is called a bicycle. You sit here, work these pedals with your feet, and it will carry you along. This bar here is how you guide it.”

For now, he had attached training wheels to it. So he just grabbed Rhaenys and placed her on the seat. "You won't fall. Get used to it. But eventually these little training wheels will come off, and you will balance it yourself."

"I u-understand… Woh… It's scary." Rhaenys clutched the handlebars as tight as she could while trying to paddle. 

To Wylis, she just looked cute. He always liked Rhaenys because of her gentle and adventure-seeking personality. But at the same time, all children were the same to him. They were his now, blood or not. 

"Aegon, you too. Come here." 

The four-year-old boy perked up, getting up from beside his mother. The boy was a silent one, somewhat timid but not a coward. Aegon simply thought a lot before doing anything. The only exception was his mother, sister, and Wylis, with whom he let himself go. 

"You're too young for a bicycle, but I do have a balance bike for you. If you learn this, you'll soon be able to ride Rhaenys' bicycle without training wheels," Wylis said, his words mostly going above Aegon's head. "Go ahead, try it."

Since it didn't have any paddles, Aegon got on it quickly and started kicking his feet. The smile on his face was worth the work and money spent making it. 

"I love it, Father."

"..."

Father? 

Wylis couldn't lie. It made him a bit giddy and happy hearing that from Aegon. Sure, Aegon was Elia's son, but he'd been the only father figure around the boy since before Aegon properly started to speak and walk. 

"Viserys."

Wylis called for the ten-year-old next, the oldest of the children. He wasn't blind to the changes happening in Viserys' personality. It started after he opened the boy's mind to the truth of what his father was, and how much Rhaella had suffered. 

"My lord?"

Eh, he won't call me father? 

Wylis felt annoyed, despite there being no reason to. "This one is yours."

It was a slim rectangular item. He just handed it to the boy and let him unwrap it. He liked it when Viserys gently removed the paper instead of tearing it apart. And when the boy's eyes lit up at the sight of a sheathed sword, the gift was worth it. 

Shhhhh!

Viserys pulled the sword from the scabbard. It was beautiful, new, and bore markings on it, running along the middle. The rainguard and pommel were plated with gold; the grip was leather. 

"It's… beautiful."

“Aye. It was made by a fine Essosi craftsman. He lives in King’s Landing, one of the few still able to work Valyrian steel. The sword is yours, Viserys. Learn its weight and its temper. It isn’t sharpened yet. Four more years, and you will be ready to serve as a squire. That’s when you’ll swing it to cut.”

"Thank you, my lord."

Wylis nodded and moved on. There was something for everyone. Too many toys to count. There were beautiful gowns for the women, and also a lot of jewellery. Many coins he had unearthed in Maidenpool and Kings Landing weren't gold dragons. So, he used those coins to make jewellery. 

"You should have told us sooner. We didn’t bring you a gift," Lyanna said quietly, staring down at the fine golden necklace in her hands. "None of us did."

"You're all here. That's enough for me." 

The women gave him a look that said he was being a bit too cheesy that night. He laughed embarrassingly and stopped talking about gifts entirely. He helped the kids learn how to play with their new toys. 

Soon, Elia and Ashara took Rhaenys and Aegon out as the solar was too small for them to try their bicycles. Viserys was quick to leave as well, eager to try swinging his sword in private. Slowly, the solar became quiet. 

Wenda had to go since little Simon was sleepy, and baby Byron was hungry. Anna took her twins to sleep as well.

Wylis filled a few cups of wine and drank with the rest. Genna was annoyed that she was being called back to Casterly Rock. But she had to leave for the Twins in any case. 

“Lord Tywin believes patience will break me. He waits, certain that need will drive me to his door and his coffers, never realising I, by no means, intended to rely on him or his gold in the first place. It was something just out there that I found." 

Genna sighed, shaking her head. "At times, my brother is ruthless, and at times, too cautious. I will speak with him on this matter when I reach Casterly Rock."

Eventually, Genna also left, having to prepare for her journey the next day. Meanwhile, Magnus and Arthria fell asleep on Wylis's lap. 

But then Lyanna volunteered to take them to sleep. She took the two children from him and winked at him a few times. 

What does…

He soon realised what she was probably hinting at. Only Ros and Rhaella were left in the solar after that, and both women were giving him heated looks. Little Daenerys was already asleep in the cradle nearby, so the two women weren't occupied with anything.

Did they plan this? 

He looked at both their faces, a faint blush apparent from the wine and the heat of the room. The Santa hats were still on their heads. He had one too; heck, he had a mistletoe hanging around his neck for no reason.

There was no denying his loins stirred at the thought. As per his promise to Lyanna, he could be with multiple of them at once as long as it wasn't in a bedchamber. And this was his solar, with plenty of large settees to use.

"I'll get more wine." 

Wylis got up from the carpet by the tree and walked over to the wine barrel with a tap attached. He filled the pouch and…

Ah… they did plan this. 

When he turned back to look at the two gorgeous women, both with his seed growing in their wombs, they were already naked to the last cloth. Both stood on their knees, robes discarded, their heavy breasts faintly sagging, Rhella's larger, filled with nectar, tight tips. 

Their snow-like pale bodies woke his erection. He eyed the treasure between their legs, slick. Both had trimmed, only a small decorative patch there. Ros, with her auburn hair, and Rhaella, with her silver-blonde hair, stood out. 

Wylis said nothing and just walked over and stood in front of them. He looked down as they both looked up, a set of blue and a set of violet eyes lustfully staring at him. Their arms moved with urgency, hands untied his breeches and pushed them down. 

Wylis removed his tunic on his own, the mistletoe dangling right above his cock. 

"Mmmmh…." Rhaella was the first to lean in and press her ripe, royal face flat across his throbbing length, planting kisses. "Another gift for us, I see."

Wylis chuckled, flexing his shaft. He nearly laughed when Ros grabbed a discarded gift ribbon and tied it around the base of his cock, truly making it a gift. 

"Now it looks like one," Ros said and lifted his fat, weighty cock so she could smush her face underneath it, against the sack where she planted kisses and licks. 

Both women licked him, inhaled as if taking in his masculine scent.

It was wrong. Wylis didn't want to think that. But he couldn't help because it made him somewhat hot. The two women on their knees were so distant in their stature. One an ex-queen and the other… 

But who cared? He loved them both, perhaps Rhaella more. It was hard not to have favorites. 

"Did you plan this, my ladies?" he asked.

"Heh, no," Ros muttered, licking her lips. "Both of us wanted you tonight, and we asked Lyanna for it. She suggested that we both take it together."

Ah, of course, she did. 

Wylis sometimes wondered what went on in Lyanna's mind. The woman was strange to him, making him feel at times that she truly enjoyed having him bed other women. What pleasure she found in that was unknown to him. 

“No shame in what’s been done many times before,” Rhaella muttered sultrily, as her small hand wrapped firmly around the thick base of his cock. 

She shifted sideways, pressing her wet tongue to one side of his cock so Ros could mirror her on the opposite side. Together, they framed his beastly girth. Two pale, pregnant goddesses kneeling in perfect symmetry, claiming every veined inch like it belonged to them.

Wylis’s length throbbed so hard he felt it in his teeth. The sight of their soft mouths working together around his girth. Their lips slowly slid along the same ridges, tongues flicking in lazy, mirrored strokes that met at the underside before parting again. He could feel every flutter of their breath as their spit glistened on his skin, every tiny suck and swirl, and it made his balls draw tight.

Their breasts were sultry miracles. Full and succulent even this early in their pregnancies, they pressed together in the middle, nipples tight, the faint blue veins under their skin teasing him. The creamy flesh spilled over one another, smushed so tightly that a thin sheen of sweat already gleamed in the narrow valley between them.

His child growing inside each of them had only made them riper, softer, more to greedily squeeze.

He couldn’t stop himself. His hands dropped to the ridiculous Santa hats and guided them without force, just enough pressure to feel them yield, to feel the way they followed his lead. 

The heat pouring off their spit-slick mouths was unbearable, a scorching bath that licked up his spine. The ex-queen and the red-haired beauty, both worshipping him on their knees; it should have been shameful. Instead, it only made him harder, made his cock jerk.

He pushed Ros downward, to the wrinkled sac of his balls. She lapped at them with slow strokes, tongue curling to draw one jewel into her mouth, sucking gently while her nose pressed into the musky root of his shaft. 

At the same moment, he nudged Rhaella higher. The silver-haired queen sealed her plush lips around his crown and suckled greedily, as though she could pull his soul out through the tip. A thin trickle of milk leaked from her neglected nipples, pearling white against Ros’ flushed skin.

“Slurp… Slurp… Ummm…!”

The wet slaps of tongue on skin, the soft, greedy noises they made. The filth of it was intoxicating. He throbbed so hard he thought he might burst right at that moment.

Everything was smeared into a mess. Ros’s spit dripped in long, shining strands from his balls to her tits; Rhaella’s lips sucked so hard as if she wanted to leave marks. Their faces were flushed and glistening, chins slick, eyes glassy.

"Ghhk…" Wylis groaned deep in his throat.

Both ladies knew that sound, that delightful sound they loved. 

Without a word, they rose higher on their knees, hands cupping their own swollen breasts and pressing them together until their magnificent clouds swallowed his cock completely. 

He was too thick, too wild for such delicate treatment, and yet they made it work, squeezing and sliding in perfect rhythm, milking him with the marshmallowy pressure of their tits alone. His hips jerked once, helpless, smearing precum into the doughy channel they’d made for him.

Both women rose higher, their mouths landing on the carved ridges of his abs. Ros and Rhaella pressed open-mouthed kisses across the hard planes, then teeth. Sharp little nips that stung just enough to make his muscles flex under their tongues. All the while, their hands never stopped kneading.

"There!" 

At Wylis's warning, both women eagerly brought their faces back down. Their full, heavy mounds mashed together under his balls, soft pillows that cradled and squeezed the sensitive sac. They sealed their lips around opposite sides of his flushed, throbbing cockhead. 

Finally, Wylis bursts like a fountain. Thick ropes of cream erupted in violent pulses.

Ros moved, lips parting just in front of the pulsing crown so the first heavy spurt splashed straight onto her waiting tongue. The rest dripped down the deep valley between both their tits. 

She swallowed what she’d caught with a low, satisfied hum, then tilted her head to lap a thick pearl from the upper swell of her own breast.

Rhaella followed without hesitation, leaning down, tongue dragging slowly across the white spill on her skin before she rose again to seal her lips around his still-twitching cockhead. She suckled the last weak spurts straight from the source, eyes half-lidded in dreamy bliss. 

The tenderness in it, the way she savored him even now, twisted something in Wylis’ chest. Gods, how had he not bedded her more often? 

Yet Wylis was far from spent. His cock barely softened, still standing proud.

"Get up, both of you, my ladies." 

He hauled them to their feet by their upper arms, then guided them toward the wide, plush settee near the fire.

"Ros, you lie down first." He eased the redhead onto her back, letting her spine sink flat into the cushion, head tilted comfortably against the high backrest. Her legs dangled over the edge, thighs parted naturally.

"Rhaella." He turned to Rhaella and pressed her forward until she mounted Ros face-to-face, their heavy breasts crushing together in a soft, warm collision.

Wylis grabbed Rhaella’s knees and lifted, folding her legs upward over the settee, wide so her thighs caged Ros’ hips underneath, as Ros’s legs were both folded up, locking around Rhaella’s waist, ready for the mating ritual. The position locked them together. Rhaella’s body draped over Ros like a living blanket, bellies brushing. Their slick pussies glistened, so close together they nearly touched with every breath.

Wylis stared down at the beauties, twin pale peaches stacked. Rhaella’s ass was high and wide, faint silvery stretch marks blooming along the sides like delicate badges. Marks he found impossibly beautiful. Higher still, her tiny pink back door winked at him, untouched and trembling.

And finally, the most beautiful sight. 

Ros and Rhaella’s cunts were pressed so close together they seemed to share one continuous seam of wet heat. Ros’ flushed a deeper rose-pink, swollen and glistening; Rhaella’s a softer hue, petals slightly parted to reveal the slick pink inside. The contrast only made the sight more perfect.

"Oooooh!” The sound slipped from both their throats.

Wylis had shoved his thick length between their pussy lips, gliding along the joined path they made. Their folds parted around his girth, coating him in fresh juices with every teasing pass; he never entered any. Rhaella shuddered hard and collapsed forward, face sinking into the crook of Ros’ neck, panting against Ros’ ear.

Ros reacted instinctively, her long arms snaking down to grip Rhaella’s plump asscheeks, shamelessly spreading them wide. The motion opened Rhaella completely, her little star clenching and fluttering under Wylis’ hungry gaze.

"I'm… one blessed man," Wylis grunted, eyes drinking in every quiver of Rhaella's ass. 

Both women giggled, utterly unashamed.

"Who first?"

"Ummmh…" Rhaella moaned, hips rocking in tiny, needy circles that made her ass jiggle in Ros’ hands. 

But Wylis grinned. Instead of claiming the ex-queen, he angled lower and pushed forward.

“Aaaaah! Yes! Oh Gods… You… Make me feel…. like a maiden. Every time…!” 

Ros wailed high and sweet. Pinned flat under Rhaella’s weight, she couldn’t arch, couldn’t lift her waist to meet the thrusts; only tremble and take the delicious stretch. Her nails dragged into Rhaella’s ass as she took every brutal inch.

Wylis fed himself into her inch by torturous inch, savoring her cunt. Ros’s walls clamped down skin-tight, so snug it felt like she was trying to strangle his cock.

He didn’t leave Rhaella wanting. His thick middle finger plunged straight into the ex-queen’s dripping cunt, curling to stroke that sensitive spot that made her thighs quake, while his broad thumb circled and then pressed insistently against the tight pink pucker of her ass.

He didn’t push in, just rubbed filthy circles, spreading her own slick upward until the little ring fluttered and winked, begging. Rhaella's hips jerked helplessly, cunt clenching greedily around his finger while her untouched back hole pulsed in shameful want. He felt her peach pressed back harder in need, offering up every forbidden inch.

Plap!

With one final, deliberate roll of his hips, Wylis shoved his cock balls deep in Ros. 

She gasped as though he’d punched the air straight out of her. Her pussy spasmed wildly around the beastly cock, inner walls fluttering and twitching, stretched to the absolute limit yet clinging desperately, shiny with her own nectar.

This was heaven. Ros was losing her mind under Rhaella’s warm, sweat-slick body. The ex-queen’s frantic little pants ghosted over her ear like steam. The weight felt like the most luxurious quilt, grounding her even as Wylis pounded into her. 

Her cunt was sore already, lips swollen and stretched taut with every pull, then shoved wide again with every thrust. No matter how drenched she felt, his blessed cock still splayed her open.

Her eyes went shut, loving every moment. Wylis was gifted with a fat cock that no woman could take that easily, and she was obsessed with it. 

“Ohhh fuck—yes! Stretch me, fill this greedy cunt!” Ros cried out in lust-drunk slurs.

“Mmmmh!” Her moans grew louder when Rhaella’s teeth sank into the shell of her ear. 

The knowledge that this was the former queen of the Seven Kingdoms sent Ros crashing over the edge. She came with a strangled scream, cunt convulsing in violent spasms, gushing hot and slick around Wylis’ buried beast. Her release squirted in messy pulses, soaking his balls and smearing in thick, glossy streaks across Rhaella’s own swollen folds. 

Wylis didn’t pause; he started fucking her harder. Long, brutal strokes that used every inch of his cock, hips snapping with feral greed. Deep and relentless.

Ros’ plush thighs rippled with the impact, soft fluff jiggling in waves; Rhaella’s generous ass bounced in sinful rhythm above her, asscheeks trembling.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

The wet, obscene claps echoed louder. The settee groaned, protesting the reckless force.

"Gah!" He suddenly roared.

Ros nearly blacked out as the first thick spurt erupted inside her. She felt his cock twitch violently, swelling even thicker for a heartbeat before the hot, creamy flood. Pulse after pulse battering her womb, churning against her fluttering walls until every fold was coated and overflowing. The warmth spread, soothing the raw stretch even as it filled her to bursting, excess leaking out around his shaft in creamy rivulets that dripped down to mingle with her own release.

“Ah!”

Just as the high began to calm, Ros heard Rhaella’s sharp cry. The silver-haired queen stiffened on top of her, fists clenching in the cushions, face buried harder into Ros’ neck. Ros smirked, knowing it was her turn.

Rhaella felt him pull out from Ros’s heat, only to slam into her own pussy. He was so much, too much, gloriously, impossibly much. One smooth, relentless thrust and he split her open, thick shaft stretching her tender walls. It was perfect. A part of her heart refused to share him. A part of her knew she alone couldn't handle him. 

"Aaaaaaah!"

She felt his thumb finally breach her ass. Just the tip, just enough to make her see stars. The double invasion was taboo, thrilling beyond words; her body had already surrendered every inch to him long ago, yet the filthy thrill still made her lose her mind.

She loved Wylis with all her heart, all her mind, all her body.

Her cunt clamped down like a fist, milking him greedily while her back hole fluttered around the shallow press of his thumb. Pleasure ripped through her in blinding waves, every nerve singing.

"Yes! Tooo… much!"

Rhaella cried out as Wylis’ rough palms clamped down on the pale globes of her ass. His fingers dug in hard enough to leave red imprints. 

He sank deeper, deeper, until the fat crown of his cock kissed the gates of her womb and throbbed there, alive and pulsing inside her belly like a heartbeat. Every plunge of his shaft sent fresh heat rippling through her core.

"Oh!!"

And then, she lost it. Warm nectar gushing out between his cock and her splayed pussy lips.

Wylis wasn’t surprised she came so fast, but he wasn’t done yet. He clawed deeper into the jelly-like flesh of her ass, spreading her wider with every brutal thrust. The sight was maddening, screaming for him to claim it too, even though he knew better. Not tonight, not yet. Instead, he rewarded her with a sharp, ringing smack.

Pa!

His palm came down just enough to sting sweetly, to make her ass flush pink, to make her cunt clench harder around him. Her breathing turned ragged, that tight little ring pulsing helplessly, teasing him until his balls ached.

He fucked her harder with every thick, veined inch. Punishing strokes that bottomed out and dragged back, hips snapping forward with a squelch. His heavy sack slapped wetly against Ros’ swollen, oversensitive pussy with every thrust, brushing her clit in filthy rhythm until the little pearl throbbed and twitched, forcing his batter to leak from her gaping pussy in thick, creamy globs.

Both women moaned in harmony. Raw, lustful sounds filled the air.

And then he felt it, Rhaella’s cunt gripped around him a second time. Her back arched violently off Ros’ chest, spine bowing in a perfect, trembling curve. Her nails raked the cushions while her silver hair whipped across Ros’ face. Her moist walls kneaded him in frantic pulses, clamping and squeezing, drawing him impossibly deeper as she came apart, thighs quaking, toes curling.

But to his surprise, Ros also came again just from that. A second climax that ripped through her without warning, triggered by the rhythmic grind of Rhaella’s body, the hot splash of fresh nectar, the relentless slap of Wylis’ balls on her nub. She gasped, eyes rolling back, cunt spasming emptily around nothing yet still gushing, soaking them both in another flood of heat.

Wylis smirked. He slid one broad palm up through Rhaella’s sweat-damp hair, fisting gently at the roots, using the grip to anchor her as he leaned his full weight forward. The angle deepened everything. His thrusts turned feral.

Plap! Plap!

Creak! Creak! Creak!

The settee’s wood groaning in time with their bodies.

"Thank you… for this… gift… Ros… Rhaella." Wylis leaned down, lips finding the slope of Rhaella’s back. Open-mouthed kisses trailing up her spine, then sucking dark hickies into the sensitive skin of her neck. Then he dipped lower, finding Ros’ mouth beside Rhaella’s head. He kissed her deeply, tongue claiming, while never slowing the brutal thrusts in Rhaella.

He bottomed out one final time, cock buried to the root, and exploded.

Thick, scalding ropes erupted deep inside the ex-queen, flooding her womb, painting every fluttering fold. Creamy excess instantly welled up, leaking in slow rivulets down the joined seam of their cunts. It dripped hot and heavy onto Ros’ swollen pussy lips, mingling with hers, smearing between their pressed-together folds in a glossy, filthy mess. 

Every shallow pump he gave only churned it more, pushing his spend deeper into Rhaella, then dragging it back out to coat them both until their pussies glistened like they’d been glazed in pearl.

He kept moving with deep rolls of his hips. He pressed his weight down fully now, sandwiching Rhaella between his chest and Ros’ softer curves. His mouth never stopped, kissing Rhaella’s flushed cheek, the shell of her ear, the nape of her neck; then turning to brush tender, lingering kisses across Ros’ lips, her jaw, the corner of her smiling mouth.

Finally, he drew one deep, shuddering breath and eased back. He stepped away just enough to look.

The aftermath was unholy. Rhaella and Ros lay tangled. Their cunts still pressed together, puffy and reddened, a slow trickle of his thick cream seeping from Rhaella to paint Ros’ folds in lazy white streaks. Neither moved, spent and tired.

Don't tempt me, my beautiful queen. 

He was still staring at Rhaella's ass, so exposed. He really felt like plowing her for a day and a night nonstop, as if a response to all the years he didn’t have her.

Eventually, he helped both women clean up and get dressed. Their legs were so wobbly, so he lifted each in his arms and took them to their bedchambers one by one, tucking them in with deep, wet kisses. 

Finally, later at night, he headed to his personal bedchamber. To his surprise, Lyanna was awake in bed, candles burning beside her, a book in her hands. By the look of her nude shoulders, she was just as nude under the quilt. 

"Done with them?"

He just nodded and began taking his clothes off.

Woosh!

But then Lyanna put the book away and threw the entire quilt off of herself, revealing herself in her bare glory. Gods, she was so fucking gorgeous, slim yes, but so perfect, flat belly of a warrior woman, tits round and succulent, and… as she spread both her legs wide, her cunt so snug and a slit of rosy. 

But it was her adventurous nature that did it. Despite being quite short and slim compared to Wylis, she was far more ferocious in bed than any. And that was something that always turned Wylis' dog brain on.

"Come, my stallion, mount me!"

"..."

"Isn't that the opposite? You mount the stallion," he corrected.

Lyanna scoffed and nearly split her legs apart straight. "Gods! Fuck reasoning! Just shove that cock in me."

"..."

Wylis was no man to deny his own wife. He wanted it just as much. 

"Aye, here comes the stallion."

No wait. No foreplay. Just insane passion. He loomed over her and took her, numbing her mind and body alike under his savage weight. 

That was Lyanna Stark to him… Kaiser, actually. 

####

In the coming weeks, Wylis poured himself into work, and Rhaella a bit more.

Wylis had had enough of waiting. His plans for the city were so grand that to complete them would take decades. That was a decade too long for him. And it stung him when he knew he could hasten the process significantly with his Earthbending. 

[Tyrant’s Fief]

[Land - 32000 acres. 
People - 4818
Garrison - 70 Men
GDP - 205 Golden Dragons
Industries Main - Timber and fish
Cities - 0
Town - 1
Villages - 11 
Ships - 20
Fleets - 0
Horses - 503
Cows - 854
Sheep - 7689
Goats - 1869]

As far as he could see, there was a marginal improvement in overall numbers. Garrison had increased, as had the population of humans and animals. But the GDP had only increased by five gold dragons, and that was because of the money spent by visitors during the King’s feast.

Plenty of red ones. 

Just as expected, a few red dots had remained behind. It meant enemies, but he knew they were just spies. So, he sent out some of his men to gather up all of them. He had no desire to allow assassins and spies in his lands. The faster he dealt with them, the better.

“Here, drink this, Wylis.”

He received a cup of hot ginger and lemon water from Lyanna in his top-floor solar of the tower. It was where he worked on the books and drew construction and trade plans. He did long for coffee, however.

“Thank you. Where’s Magnus?” He asked since Lyanna didn’t carry their son in arms.

“Where do you think? The boy is jealous of Aegon. He tried to ride that bicycle you gave him and took a fall. But he didn’t cry or quit. He kept at it until he wore himself out. He sleeps now in Ashara’s care.”

Wylis chuckled just imagining it. Magnus was too big for someone just two and a half years old. The boy was also wiser than most his age.

“He’ll grow as tall as me and likely wiser too, I reckon. Congratulations, Lyanna, you’ve birthed the finest lad the realm will ever see.” He smiled at the blush rising on her cheeks. “Now all that remains is to leave him something worthy to rule. We’ll start with this town. I’ll use my ‘gifts’ to finish the walls. They take too long otherwise. Let the people turn their hands to the docks instead. The ice-faring ships held fast in their trials. I built the metal cases and created a vacuum in the walls with my abilities. All that’s left is to set up shops in major cities and start selling.”

“Vacuum?”

“I let my eagerness run ahead of me.” Wylis rubbed the back of his head. He often forgot the world had not yet learned such things, though he blamed no one for it. “A vacuum is the utter absence of air. Heat and cold move through the air we breathe. Where there is no air at all, they have no road to travel. So if the hollow walls of a metal case hold a vacuum, the ice within will linger far longer before it melts.”

“That was easy to understand,” Lyanna muttered and gazed at the sheet sprawled on the table with advanced architectural designs. “You plan to build walls within the planned city? What is this place supposed to be?”

At Lyanna’s finger, he looked at the walled-off area he planned to build just beyond the moat-wall of his castle. It was supposed to be a completely walled section, close to the castle, with its own private ports. It looked spacious with large buildings dotting it and wide roads. 

“This shall be the city’s administrative district. The walls will hold the military and naval academy, a great hall for the sick, a statehouse, the best inns, goldsmiths, training yards, schools, and select trading houses of high worth. Any lord or man of standing who comes to Ramsgate will stay here, not within my castle.”

Lyanna chuckled. “Not too delighted with Robert’s stay?”

“No, I suppose I can’t refuse the King a roof in my own castle. But a noble lord is another matter. I want them out. I won’t be hiding you below ground every few weeks. But best I raise the walls first, so I can work on the buildings alone and out of sight.”

“Anything I can help with?”

“Not yet, no. But the time will come. I’ll need hands to keep accounts, minds to manage affairs, and eyes I can trust. You noble ladies are learned, and I’ll rely on you. For now, teach the men their archery. Our garrison must be stronger.”

“I can do th—”

Knock! Knock!

Lyanna silenced herself, and Wylis eyed the door. “What is it?”

Chett peeked inside quickly, saluting. “My lord, Brandon Stark has returned.”

“At last. The bastard swore he would be back before Robert arrived.” Wylis rose, ready to face him, then caught Chett’s scowl. “He didn’t bring Lady Barbrey, did he?”

“No, my lord. It’s Benjen Stark. I fought Brandon and barred them from entry to the castle.”

Wylis frowned, trying to remember when Benjen joined the Night’s Watch. But that didn’t matter; he looked at Lyanna to see her reaction. He noticed her emotional state right away. She was close to her younger brother, after all.

“Lyanna, the choice is yours. I only ask to know one thing first. Can he be trusted to hold his tongue?”

“I…” Lyanna nodded, her eyes watery. “Yes. You can trust him… He was all I had at Winterfell while Eddard and Brandon were gone. I’m closer to him than Brandon. He would hold his tongue… even if it cost him his life.”

Wylis remained silent for a moment. This wasn’t just about Lyanna, after all. Rhaella was also there, and so were King Aerys’ children. He didn’t know how Benjen would react to them. Would he blame them for their father’s sins? 

Brandon wouldn’t be foolish enough to bring him otherwise. 

“Very well. Chett, lead them here.”

####

Winterfell, 

Catelyn Stark didn’t know what to think of this. She liked the gift, but at the same time it made her uncomfortable. It was too big, too expensive, and… luxurious. 

Only moments had passed since King Robert’s arrival. She had greeted the man, who was now being entertained by her lord husband. Both men had gone to the Stark Crypts. She remained behind to speak with her sister. 

But the real shock was the large stagecoach. Not the one King had arrived in, but a second one that had come empty. It was painted in House Stark colors and looked stunning. The reinsman who had ridden it belonged to Ramsgate. 

“I can’t accept this.” 

“Oh, you absolutely can, Catelyn.” 

She eyed Lysa, who looked stunning now more than ever, her complexion bright and vibrant, her hair lush, while not as thin as before, her curves were full and sensual, very womanly. She noticed the baby boy in Lysa’s arms. 

He’s quite… large. 

“Lord Kaiser has no reason to do this.” Catelyn eyed the stagecoach with conflicted expressions. On the one hand, she loved it, and on the other, she knew her husband would feel burdened to accept it. 

“You…” Lysa snickered and stepped closer to her. “Wylis sent this in praise of a healthy birth. This is meant for Sansa. And I tell you, Cat, I would have kept one too, were I not tied to the Vale. It is wonderfully soft. You could fall asleep inside it and never feel the road beneath you.”

Catelyn still felt conflicted, and decided to leave the decision to her lord husband. Her only impression of Lord Kaiser was from her marriage, when the gorgeous man had saved her from having her gown torn apart. Just remembering that moment made her embarrassed.

“Leave it for later. Bring the boy to me. Let me see Robin,” she said, trying to catch sight of him. He was a beautiful child; she could already see how well he would grow. Even his size startled her. “I never thought Lord Arryn’s seed would be so strong.”

“...”

Lysa awkwardly giggled. 

Hm? She… seems…

Catelyn had lived her entire life with Lysa until marriage. They had grown together. She knew her better than any, and she knew how to read hints on her sister’s face. 

Proud and… guilty? 

With a gulp, Catelyn looked down at the babe again and… the thought of where Lysa had just come from rose in her mind. 

No… That can’t be. That’s outrageous. But she called him Wylis… are they so close?

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Major Story Choice Option - What happens to House Stark in the coming, more brutal Greyjoy rebellion?