Ramsgate,
It took days for Wylis to return home. On the way, he got to use his newfound ability to predict the weather. But it was less about prediction and more about noticing the subtle natural hints. He couldn't just sit in his room and know everything. He had to stand on the deck and feel the wind, the humidity, the temperature.
Because of that, they avoided a storm, anchoring near Runestone to wait it out. After a night, the sky was clear, and no future storm was expected. A few days later, without any accidents, the three ships reached the port of Ramsgate.
"Welcome back, my lord. I have prepared the carts to move the goods."
Wylis gave Chett a firm pat on the shoulder. "Bring me a full account of the town later. First, see that every chest from the ship is carried safely to the vaults at Ramsgate."
After that, Wylis climbed into a stagecoach, bringing the Valyrian steel goods with him in a cleaner wooden crate. As for the crown, he had it on himself, hidden in his coat. Not even Brandon knew about it.
Once they arrived at the castle's outer courtyard, he handed the wooden crate to Brandon. "Take it to my upper solar. I'll go see Caliburn."
"You really love that horse, don't you?"
"Of course. He's my boy."
Wylis walked over to the secured stables, guarded by men. Inside, he saw the big boy Caliburn standing near a big pile of carrots and apples. Even as the horse stood, all the big muscles flexed around his limbs.
"Boy!" Wylis tried to communicate and went over to pat the face. "How are you?"
[Happy!]
Wylis frowned. Of course, he didn't expect Caliburn to start talking like a human, but he wasn't expecting this either. Though he wasn't sure what this even was.
"Happy? Well, I'm happy to see you as well. You can understand me, can't you?"
[Amusement.]
Wylis was sure now. Caliburn couldn't speak. The horse was still a horse, albeit decently smarter. Instead of direct word-to-word communication, he could feel Caliburn's response in the form of emotions. He just knew what it was.
"I hear you've been busy tending to a few mares. Trying to best my tally, are you? You'll have a long road ahead. I've sired more than twenty already."
[Shock!]
"Hah!" Wylis laughed, gently caressing Caliburn's head. "Don't be shocked. I'm only starting. Don't even think of matching me."
[Determination. Arousal.]
"..."
"Alright, you horny beast!" Wylis stepped aside and gave Caliburn a firm smack on the back. "Eat your fill. I'll take you riding on the morrow."
"Neighehehe!"
"Now that's just plain braying. Means nothing."
[Funny.]
Chuckling, Wylis left the horse and entered the castle.
"Father!"
"Papa!"
"Dad!"
As soon as he stepped inside, multiple nouns got thrown at him, and then a lot of little arms wrapped around his legs, some daring ones climbed him. Magnus, the strong lad he was, jumped right to his chest like a sticky spider. Aegon hugged his left leg, the twins his other. Rhaenys attacked from behind, climbing until she had her arms wrapped around his neck. He picked up Arthria and Simon.
I should make them something once I gain goldsmithing.
Finally, he saw the women and gods; they were fucking gorgeous. Lyanna, in her usual training attire, a tight gown that was loose around the hips and legs, and then a fur coat above. He kissed her and then focused on the others. Rhaella, in a sleeveless, deep-necked white gown, revealed her lush curves, breasts full, and noticeably pregnant belly. He gave her a kiss as well.
Wenda was holding baby Byron in her arms, and he gave both of them kisses, though a teasing ass-squeeze for Wenda as well. For Ashara, he just squeezed her in his arms; the slender, tall Dornish woman melted as he kissed her neck, and she nearly moaned. Anna, short and always on edge, found herself lifted from the ground when Wylis hugged her.
Once he was done greeting them, he looked around. "Where's Ros?"
"With Maester Qyburn. She's soon to give birth," Lyanna revealed. "You arrived on time."
"Birth? I should be there!" Wylis barked and stormed into the finely tiled and maintained dungeons of the castle, into the vast labyrinth, and into the area designated for Qyburn's studying.
He quickly changed his clothes into a clean, sterilized gown and walked inside the sealed chamber specifically prepared for pregnant women and childbirth. He saw Ros already on the birthing bed.
"Ros." He walked over to her, and, minding the germs, only pecked her cheeks. The bush on her face was of both fear, love, and excitement. He'd seen it on every woman about to give birth. It was a life-changing event, after all. Entering motherhood.
"My lord, welcome back." Qyburn arrived just then and bowed his head deeply. "If it pleases you, allow me to see to it this time. Lady Ros is strong and well-formed for childbirth. I have been instructing the midwives in more advanced complications. Your babe and the mother will be delivered healthy."
Wylis stared at Qyburn for a long time and then looked at Ros.
It was true that he won't always be there for them; he couldn't guarantee it. It was wise to allow Qyburn and the trainee midwives to get better at it. The goal was to spread the teachings around the realm.
"Very well. I will wait outside during the childbirth. Should there be any trouble, I will come in. Ros is my woman, not your little experiment."
"Of course, my lord."
Wylis spent some more time talking to Ros after that and then left. He was still dirty from travel and needed to clean. He also needed to read the report from Chett regarding the town's many projects.
However, first came the bath. And since it was already reaching sunset, it was the best time to soak in the hot springs while staring at the sky. He grabbed a few big towels and headed out. After discarding all his clothes and wiping himself, he jumped in.
"Ah… home sweet home." He sank into the water and leaned back against the stone, stretching out until only his head stayed above the surface. "This is my best investment."
Moments later, his eyes shut. The journey was tiring, and diving was always risky. He seriously wanted to plan something safer and build it.
"Ehm… May I scrub your back?"
He opened his eyes and recognised that sweet voice instantly. Ashara, the usually calm and silent woman. He didn't even look behind and sat up straight, easily bringing most of his upper body out of the water.
"Would love nothing more, Ashara."
In mere moments, he heard Ashara sit behind him above the pool's edge, her feet dangling in the water. Then she used a scrubbing stone on his back. Her slender, long fingers also gave his shoulders a massage, and his scalp a few moan-worthy caresses.
He kept his eyes shut the entire time, loving every moment.
"Now my turn." But he was hard, and Ashara was right there. He grabbed her hand over his shoulder and pulled her gently. Sure enough, she was as naked as he, and what a woman she was. Tall, slender, with toned hips that flared, fair body, and those violet eyes and dark hair combination.
Splash!
He pulled Ashara down in front of himself, her back against his chest as her nude hips flattened against his cock between his spread legs. His hands shamelessly went under her arms and groped her fuller breasts. His lips latched onto her long neck.
"Umh… I knew this would happen."
Wylis let out a giggle; his erection flexed against the heat of her body. "And yet you came."
"That was precisely why I came."
He kissed her even harder, and then turned her face by the chin to the left, upward.
Wylis' lips locked with hers in a slow, claiming kiss. Her mouth was plush, lips so full they begged to be bitten, and he did. Gentle nips at first, sucking the lower lip between his teeth until she whimpered. Their tongues met, curling and stroking, stealing each other's breath.
"Mmmmh… Wylis… I… Need…"
The words trembled against his tongue.
Wylis didn't wait for her to finish. His hands slid from her waist, releasing her just enough so she could spin in the water. He let her move, straddling his thighs beneath the surface, knees bracketing his hips, her violet eyes dark and glassy with need as she settled over him.
Ashara's mouth found his again the instant she faced him, and one slender hand dipped below the water. Cool fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock, guiding the swollen head to nestle against her entrance.
She sank down slowly, the way she always did, savoring every thick inch. Her tight petals yielded with a delicious, sucking resistance.
Her palms cupped his jaw, thumbs brushing the stubble along his cheeks while she kissed him deeper. Her hips rolled in lustful, torturous circles. The heat of her pussy surrounded him inch by burning inch, stretching, clinging greedily.
Wylis gripped the globes of her ass under the water, fingers digging into doughy flesh. He lifted her just enough, barely an inch. Then let gravity feed her back down, sinking two more girthy inches into that perfect, squeezing cunt. The slow drag along his shaft was exquisite. Every ridge of him scraped against her rippling inner walls, coaxing fresh pulses of bliss.
"Mmmmh… As usual… too big."
He groaned into her mouth and pushed her down further. Half his length was buried now, splaying her open until he could feel her thighs tremble. She was still impossibly tight, even after bearing his child. The sight of her was even more gorgeous, truly a blessing of motherhood.
He broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down the smooth column of her throat. Teeth grazed her collarbone, soft enough to make her gasp and arch, hard enough to mark. His hands clamped on her hips, and finally, he drove her down in one relentless motion, sheathing himself balls-deep. Her cunt swallowed him whole in a single, greedy clench.
"Aaaaaaah!" Ashara's back bowed, her wonderful breasts jolted.
Wylis held her there, impaled and trembling. His mouth latched onto her stiff nipple, rolling it between his lips and tongue. He caught the other one between his digits, pinching and tugging in time with the slow pulses of her walls around his cock. He could feel she was scorching inside, rippling in rhythmic waves that milked him without moving.
Then, he moved back to suckle on the smooth skin of her neck while one thick arm banded across her back. The other hand slid down, cupping the underside of her ass where it met his thigh.
He started to move her body, rolling lifts and drops that dragged every veined inch of his cock through her clenching heat. He could already feel her tight cunt suck, flutter, and squeeze like it never wanted to let him go.
Splash! Splash!
The water sloshed softly with each motion, steam curling around them.
Ashara closed her eyes tight, arms locked around his thick biceps, nails biting into his flesh. The stretch was merciless.
Her swollen lower lips stretched taut around his girth, moist walls burning with that familiar sting as he bottomed out over and over. She could feel him so deep, the blunt head kissing her cervix with every punishing thrust, nudging her womb. Her belly fluttered with pressure, a blissful ache that made her toes curl under the water.
"Mmmmmh!"
Wylis moved her light body easily. His hands clamped on her hips, lifting her high until only his fat crown remained nestled inside.
Then, he let gravity glide her back down in water, sliding down his flesh pole, feeling every wet scrape and bump, wonderfully impaling her to the base. His shaft throbbed violently inside her clutching heat; he could feel the frantic spasms of her cunt as she teetered on the edge.
She was close, so close he could taste it.
Their kisses turned sloppy, tongues sliding, spit stringing between lips. Hot water sloshed around their bodies, sticking her dark hair to her shoulders and his chest.
Ashara's body suddenly stiffened in utter ecstasy.
"Aaaahh! Wylis!" Her muffled cry slid between their mouths as her climax ripped through her.
Her tongue dragged desperately along his, while her whole body jerked forward, smushed breasts flattening against his chest. Her hips jolted wildly, grinding down one final time until she was seated flush, and she shattered.
A hot, gushing flood coated his cock, spilling in thick pulses. Her cunt clamped down in violent grips, milking him with squeezes until her nectar leaked out and mingled with the pool water. She whimpered against his lips, body trembling so hard he had to hold her upright.
Splash!
Wylis didn't let her come down. He hooked his thick arms under her knees, folding her long legs up until her calves draped over his elbows. Her arms flew around his neck, clinging as he took complete control, lifting and dropping her entire frame. He fucked her like a man possessed, using her body as his sheath, letting her ass slap the water with every descent.
Her insides felt like heaven. The heat of the springs was nothing next to the furnace of her cunt; every squeeze, every flutter, every greedy contraction as he stretched her open again and again.
"Ghk! I'm…!"
He slammed her down one last time, burying himself completely, balls mashed tight against her ass, and erupted. Thick ropes jetted deep inside her, so much it felt like he might flood her womb twice over. Each throb was bliss; he could feel the hot spurts painting her insides, feel her walls greedily quivering and sucking around him like it wanted to drink every drop.
Ting!
There it is.
[Name: Ashara Dayne
Age: 24
Occupation: Ex-Betrothed, Paramour, Friend
Current Loyalty: 93%
Status: Impregnated]
He knew she felt it, every heavy spurt, every twitch of his cock, and how much of it. This time it wasn't for no reason.
"Ashara…" He whispered against her lips. "Don't drink the moon tea."
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