Elia woke up from that knock and slowly opened her eyes.
"Oh~"
She gasped and sat up with a jolt. It was dark, so her face wasn't visible.
"I… Ser…"
Wylis chuckled and sat up as well. It was cramped, so with him also sitting, their bodies touched. "It's good that you three are well rested, my Lady."
Quickly, Wylis slid off the bed and left the cabin.
Outside, he found a tub of water for common use and washed his face. Finally, he climbed to the deck and watched the White Harbor get bigger. It was still dark, at least an hour until sunrise. The city was well-lit, especially its harbor. They had already passed the lighthouse.
Hmm… I wanted to leave her in the city but…
Wylis didn't know the state of Ramsgate. He knew that a town existed there by the same name, but whether it was a town or a village was unknown. Besides, the castle didn't have a lord, just a keeper, not even a knight. It came under the jurisdiction of the Manderlys.
Thankfully, Wylis was the King's direct vassal despite being a minor lord. If he were made a lord by Lord Mandery, a Great House, then he would have been a minor lord who stood even below a lord.
Heck, the system was so strange that even Wylis could have lords under him in the future as his vassals. And then they could have more lords under them. The system was like a pyramid. While the King was always at the top, the lords weren't always on the second level. Only Great Houses were on the second level, and then the rest of the lords, and then the minor lords, and then the knights, and so on.
As the city got even bigger, and its true size became clear, Wylis decided to take Elia along. He feared that she'd try to somehow contact her family. He didn't trust her enough to leave her alone.
Some time later, Wylis led Elia and her kids off the ship, holding his bags and sacks on his shoulders as he did. Soon, Caliburn was brought out, as healthy as ever. He then put the saddle on, tied all the sacks onto him. Then he did the same for Elia's horse.
It was too early in the morning, so the shops were closed. But there were still some traders at the port. Wylis bought some food items from them, something to last them a few days. Something delicious, good enough for his and his guests' spoiled taste buds.
After that, he rode towards Ramsgate.
While it wasn't Winterfell cold, the air was still chilly. They all wore fur cloaks to fight it. Not having anything for Rhaenys' size, Wylis just hid her under his cloak, letting her peek out with only her head out.
It was once again going to take them a few days on horseback. A ship would have been faster, but there were none headed that way.
Ting!
[Cersei Lannister Current Lust - 75%]
And then we have this.
Riding into the sunrise, Wylis just sighed and accepted it. He was sure that if he were in Lannisport right now, he'd have fucked Cersei and she'd have spread her legs merrily.
Sadly, he had no plans of going that way anytime soon.
One day… for sure.
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Casterly Rock, Westerlands,
It was midday, but the mood in Cersei's room was that of a steamy night. With her beloved brother far away in King's Landing, she only had herself. But to her own annoyance, she barely thought of Jaime anymore.
For months now, only one man had occupied her mind. His face, she begrudgingly accepted to be more handsome than her brother's, just a little. His body… Now that was a whole different case. Beyond her wildest dreams, beyond any man could compete with. That day, when he defeated the Mountain, she'd seen it all.
"Oooooh… Wylis… Yes… lick me… harder!"
She imagined the masculine man towering over her, planting kisses on her goosebump-dotted skin, from her face to her lips, deep, intense kisses. Then, to her sensitive breasts, and finally eating up her flower.
"Mmmmm~" Spread on her back on the bed, Cersei had her gown bunched around her waist while her right hand rubbed over her glistening petals, one finger slipping in and out. Her beautiful, long golden hair lay sprawled, her neck dotted with sweat.
"Oooooh… Your tongue is so… strong!"
She wanted to imagine his cock. She expected it to be big, very big. But she simply couldn't imagine it because whenever she did imagine, it felt too big and… watching him slide inside her in those imaginations was… mind-shattering.
Shaking her head, licking her lips, her back arched like a bow, her fingers sloshing harder, the wet sounds apparent.
She wanted that man; she needed to lick him from his beautiful face to his cock. She wanted to taste him and have him taste her. She wanted to… keep him as her pet… forever.
Her personal mountain, her shielding sword by day and stabbing sword by night.
"Oh, oh, oooooh… I'm coming, Wylis, on yo-ooooh face!"
She imagined Wylis eating her cunt all the way, drinking her nectar like she wanted to drink his virile one. He was the epitome of man; never in her life had she seen a man as perfect as him.
Beauty, body, and now he had the status. The Kingmaker, they called him. The savior of King's Landing, they called him. The champion of the rebellion, they called him.
But what truly threw her over the edge was how he killed Rhaegar for her. Shattered his teeth in the tourney and then his chest in battle. All for her, because of her favor.
"Unnnnnnnnnngh! Oh, Gods… Yes!"
Her climax erupted like a fountain, her hips jerked up, lifting her lower body on her heels. Gushes after gushes of scentful, wet sprays sullied the sheets of her bed and filled her bedchamber with her musky fragrance.
She panted, eyes wide, mouth open, not even able to make a sound anymore. It felt so good, so amazing, just by thinking about Wylis. She couldn't stop imagining how wonderful he would feel.
"Huh… I… I'm… losing…" She panted, slowly losing that high. "...my mind."
Knock! Knock!
"Ugh!" She furiously glanced at the door and shouted. "What?!"
"M-My Lady… My Lord asked for your presence in his solar."
She frowned, annoyed. She was never called there, and now that she was, it was at the worst moment.
"I'll be there!" She shouted and sat up, looking at the utterly drenched mess she had made.
She shook her head, sighing, and slid the entire gown off her body. Quickly, she walked over to the dresser to grab new clothes, but not before she admired herself in the large mirror. She traced her delicate hands over her feminine curves, her perky breasts that filled her hands easily, the glossy pink nipples she pinched, her narrow waist, smoothly curving out over her hips.
She felt proud of her body, her face, knowing that any man to have her would be amongst the realm's luckiest. To not only get the Lannister link but also her.
Yet, the man she wanted to have the most right now was so far away. All the gold and beauty felt pointless when she thought of that.
Nonetheless, she put on a new set of clothes, a beautiful, deep red gown with gold threads running across its wide neck and sleeves. She combed her hair, fixed her jewelry, and finally left the bedchamber after ordering the maids to change her bedding.
She knew that the maids gossiped about it. But she didn't care. They were insects to her.
After some walking, she knocked on her father's solar and entered. Surprisingly, not just her father, but also her aunt and uncles were present.
Her father sat in his large chair, and Genna stood beside him on the right, Gerion on the left. Kevan had taken the left visitor's chair, while Tygett stood near the large open window.
Aware that her father had returned from King's Landing just a day before, she expected something important.
"Take a seat, Cersei."
Cersei heard her father's stern order and stiffly took the chair beside her uncle Kevan. "What's the matter, Father?"
She eyed everyone. Seeing Genna smiling, she at least knew it wasn't something bad.
"Cersei, you will soon be eight and ten. Your marriage is no small gossip; it is a matter weighed across the realm."
Cersei frowned, not liking it. She had been told that she was fated to become the queen. After the humiliation her father faced from the Mad King, by first refusing her hand for Rhaegar and then Viserys, she had no desire for that humiliation again.
"As I promised you before, you will be a queen. Next year, you shall wed Robert Baratheon and take your place at his side. As his queen."
"..."
She hated herself. This was it, her dream. Her destiny. She should have jumped in excitement. Yet, she didn't. Her mind ran to remember a memory, the first time she met Wylis. The words he'd spoken with so much confidence back then. That she'd become the queen within the next few years.
D-Did he… predict not only the rebellion but also the victory? No, that's… impossible!
Yet, the mere thought that Wylis was so shrewd did magic between her legs, once again making her drenched. She hated how easily that man played with her body despite being so far away.
Ummmh… Then… I've lost the bet. I promised him a reward and… two favors.
Remembering that, she hated how her mind went for the filthiest, dirtiest thoughts. She almost hoped that he'd use those favors, make her get on her knees or perhaps… bed? She imagined herself refusing, but he wouldn't stop. She imagined that big, beautiful man taking her and turning her refusals into endless, senseless moans… she felt sore already imagining it.
"Cersei?"
"Oh?" She focused again on Genna, calling for her. "Yes, Father. I understand. I only hope His Grace will be kind to me."
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