He tried to repeat it. It wasn't just about intent but also feeling. He discarded his footwear and felt the ground itself, and that made him somehow more focused. He felt the stone on the table without touching it and tried to move.
Bam!
The stone flew across the room and slammed into the wooden wall. And what a strike it was, it left a scratch on the hard wood.
This… I can feel it! I can do so much more!
But he kept practicing with that stone. He tried to hold it hovering in the air to solidify his control. It was tough, making his forehead sweaty. He also tried manipulating the dirt, but it seemed the loose dirt was considered sand, and hence no Sandbending.
But he wasn't complaining. If he could manipulate rocks and hard ground, it was enough.
What about the rest of the features?
Strength, wealth, and legacy seemed like the main features. Quest was simple to understand. But the shop feature earned all his interest. He quickly willed to touch the shop option.
Woosh!
Instantly, a wide, translucent screen appeared in front of his eyes. The list was filled with items and their prices, with a scrollbar beside it to look further down into the list.
"M-My lifespan?" He murmured at the price. Every single item was priced with lifespan. But more than that, he found an answer that many men across the world try to seek. The accurate time left to live.
[Lifespan Left - 76 Years]
Am I going to live that long?
Intrigued, he looked at the list of things he could buy.
[Blacksmith Mastery - 1 Year
Civil Engineering - 3 Years
Chemistry Mastery - 1 Year
Survival Mastery - 5 Months
Archery Mastery - 1 Month
Cooking Mastery - 10 Days
Gunsmithing - 10 Years
Political Mastery - 5 Years
Sword Mastery - 1 Year
Horse Riding Mastery - 3 Months
…
…
…
Atomic Bomb Designs - 100 Years
M1E3 Abrams Tank Designs - 80 Years
…
…
…
Mind Reading - 107 Years]
At that point, Wylis stopped reading, too overwhelmed by the options and the price. And he wasn't even halfway down on the scroll bar. He felt scared of even knowing how high the price went and what an insane thing it'd offer. Mind Reading itself was tempting.
"All the fighting skills seem beneficial but… losing one year of my life for each one of them."
But then he remembered the Legacy feature. The words were clear. For each trueborn child, his lifespan would increase by five years. For each bastard, it'd increase by one year. And he knew for a fact that many kings in the past had dozens of bastards. Robert himself would soon have many.
How many can I…?
But he wasn't rich, nor highborn. Siring bastards for him wasn't easy. Not yet, at least. As for trueborn, it meant he had to marry someone. But the biggest issue was that a single woman would be too slow at giving birth. And he couldn't possibly keep her perpetually pregnant without risking her life.
"I'll have to think about it…"
Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!
One slow, two fast, and then one slow knock. That was the code they had prepared.
Wylis quickly opened the door to his cabin and allowed Lyanna to walk in. This wasn't her first time in there, but surely a first at that hour.
For a moment, he just kept looking at her. Lyanna had come prepared, already wearing a loose nightgown, easy to remove. She'd just thrown over a cloak on her shoulders to battle the cold. Her dark brown hair was combed and loose, her eyes gleaming, and her face flushed.
"Did anyone see you?"
"Not a chance," Lyanna replied and put down a sack of clothes she'd brought. "Hide these somewhere."
"That many?" Wylis noticed too many pairs of clothes.
Lyanna shrugged as she knelt beside the lit hearth. "I reckoned I'd bring some extra so I won't have to bring more again and again every night."
Every night?
Wylis noted those words, but said nothing. He just stared at her back as she knelt by the fire. It excited his big heart, imagining the things they'd soon do in bed. But somewhere deep down, he thought of the Legacy feature.
No! Not her. Sleeping with her is already risky. Making her birth me a bastard would—Ugh, House Stark will chase me to the ends of the world.
"So…" Wylis drawled, waiting for her to stand up and face him. "How should we begin?"
He waited, and then waited some more.
Could she be… Embarrassed?
"Well, if you're not sure, I'll just go to sleep."
"No!" Lyanna jumped up instantly and turned around. Her face, pale as snow, was now blushing red, her ears rosy. She licked her dry lips and coughed to clear her voice. "I'm just… inexperienced."
"You've never fucked, that's what you mean?"
Lyanna glared back at him, knowing he used the crass words to embarrass her. "At least treat me like a lady, you bastard!"
"Oh, I'll do that soon enough," Wylis replied and with eyes dark full of lust, strode closer to her. "I'm just savoring the view. Not every day you see Lyanna Stark flustered."
Cute.
That was all he had to say. Her thin brows creased together, her small lips pouty, and her hands gripping the hem of her nightgown. She knew about sex, but was clueless about actually doing it.
Wylis finally stepped in front of her, looming so close his body brushed against hers, radiating heat like a forge. He was monstrous in height. His broad chest blocked out the firelight, casting a shadow over her petite frame. Where Lyanna only reached his mid-chest, Wylis stood like a mountain wrapped in sinew and heat, built like something more beast than man. It was his choice to become that.
She tilted her head up, flustered and flushed, gazing into the depths of his eyes that burned with unrelenting hunger.
He placed one large hand on her narrow waist, fingers curling into the nightgown to seek her skin. The other hand gripped her jaw, thumb pressing just beneath her chin, tilting her face upward to meet his own. Her skin felt like velvet under his palm, fragile and hot. He could feel the tremble in her body already.
"Tell me, can I still do you as I please, as you said earlier?" The fire crackled behind him, but it was nothing compared to the heat of the tension between them. This was the edge of the cliff, one step, and there would be no turning back. Their friendship, their lives; all would shift forever.
Lyanna, no matter how headstrong, proud, and rebellious, was still a woman. Her breath caught in her throat, her pupils dilated, her legs subtly pressed together.
Her lips quivered, and she gave the faintest nod before her voice whispered, "Aye… I've made up my mind, Wylis."
"Then I'll start… gently."
Wylis leaned down, his body tilting forward with control. Their size difference made the movement feel primal; the beast reaching down for the flower.
To his surprise, Lyanna lifted herself onto her toes, closing the gap fast, her lips meeting his with sudden boldness. There was no clear line between lust and need now, only two people, burning from the inside, driven mad with thirst they hadn't known they carried. But right then, all they wanted was to quench that deep thirst. And it was already catching fire.
For Lyanna, it was her first; a heady, swirling storm of new sensations. For Wylis, it was release. Years of pent-up lust had nowhere else to go. The kiss deepened and morphed as he guided her naturally.
She learned quickly, mimicking his hunger, her tongue flicking into his mouth like a teasing challenge. But his tongue was overwhelming. Wide, hot, commanding; it wrapped hers like a serpent, tasting her deeply.
Her hands rested flat on his chest at first, and felt like she'd placed her palms against stone. He was carved, rigid, layered with pure muscle and hard-earned strength. Slowly, she pressed more into him, offering more of herself, breathless.
His enormous arms circled her like steel cables. One hand wrapped behind her head, fingers sliding into her hair, his palm wide enough to cup nearly her entire skull. She was dwarfed in his hold, made to feel like a plaything. His other hand caressed the length of her back, gliding down her spine until it landed firmly on her ass, tight and round from all her riding and wild running.
The kiss grew messier, wetter. Tongues tangling, breaths huffing, their lips smacking with each eager collision.
Wylis broke the kiss only to grab her nightgown and peel it upward. She froze for a moment, but he kept going; pulling it past her hips, over her chest, and then right off her arms, tossing it aside.
Now, she stood fully naked in front of him.
Her face flushed scarlet. One arm crossed over her sizable perky breasts, enough to tempt any man mad, and the other hand clamped down between her thighs. Her legs pressed together, trying to shield the damp heat of her virginity from view.
"No reason denying now, Lyanna. We're in the same boat." Wylis said gruffly.
Then, he undid his loose tunic, pulling it over his head in one motion. And there it was, a body sculpted for war, not pleasure. Yet to her, it was both.
He was built like a war god, broad shoulders, arms thick with muscle and dusted lightly with hair, every inch of him carved hard and lean. His chest was thick with power, like the walls of a fort. His abs were deep-cut ridges that led down to powerful hips, made to pin down and dominate. His face was all hard edges, like it had been molded by the gods for intimidation and awe.
She'd seen men shirtless before; Winterfell's boys had wrestled and trained shirtless in the yard. But this… this was different. This was the Wylis no one else got to see. Her mouth went dry, and her thighs instinctively pressed tighter. Her pussy clenched without warning.
Then he dropped his trousers.
And Lyanna gasped like she'd just seen a dragon.
"That's…" she choked. "Hell, Wylis! It's not going to fit!"
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