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With time to spare, Wylis saw no need to go for the whores. There was no joy in it, nor satisfaction. Besides, why chase whores when he could easily woo smallfolk women? A handsome knight, tall as a mountain, well spoken like a prince. All he had to do was walk across the town shirtless once, and he instantly had all the eyes on him.
Then, he visited the market at the center of the town during the daytime, made small talk with women, and easily marked a few of them. He deliberately didn't go for the unwed, young virgins. One, they expected marriage; two, they were inexperienced.
No, Wylis went after a young, childless widow named Anna. The poor woman lost her husband to fever just a year into her marriage two years ago. Since then, she'd been living alone, farming vegetables and selling them in the market.
Wylis flirted with her, and she flirted back. She invited him for dinner, and he ate more than just dinner. She wasn't the most beautiful of them all, above average, light brown hair, round face, dark eyes, small tits, but wide hips, and on the shorter side, even shorter than Lyanna. But she was tight, and no whore in the brothel could match that.
He pounded her all night underneath him, against the wall, lifted her up as he drilled her, showed her ways a man could take a woman, ways she never even imagined. Each time, before finishing, he asked her where. Each time she said outside.
As the days passed, Anna was under no delusions that he loved her or that he'd marry her. She liked him in bed during those days, the way he filled her so much she'd feel it throb under her belly. The way he folded her, pressed her down, took her against the wall, or randomly while she was cooking. It was the spice she felt was missing from her life after her husband's death.
Wylis never complained. She cooked him fantastic meals and then let him bed her as much as he desired. To him, it was perfect. Though he did offer her to later come and live in his castle and work as a normal maid. He planned to eventually breed her, but that was a discussion for later.
For now, he was content. And since Jon Connington with the Targaryen forces had arrived and was already searching for Robert in the city, he couldn't go out either. He had nothing to do but bed Anna.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah—"
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Anna moaned continuously, feeling her temporary lover's weighted thrusts plow the life and breath out of her, knocking her womb with his cock like mocking how she should've birthed a few babes by now.
"Ooooh… A-Again… Gods!"
Wylis smirked, seeing her light frame writhing underneath him as she came yet again. With both her legs flat against his chest, her feet dangling beside his ears, he was really plowing her down. He folded her like origami, and he fucking loved doing women like that because that way, thanks to his height, he got to watch it all—her pussy stretched gaping wide to take his fat cock in, her tits jiggle with each smacking thrust, and her face scrunch in pleasure, passion, and a tinge spice of pain.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
He leaned further down, resting his hands beside her face, practically folding her spread wide legs into her. He'd done her like that plenty of times already, so they were used to it. He knew her tolerance, and she knew he wouldn't go too far. Heck, she liked that threatening weight on top of her, making her feel like he'd crush her any moment, only to feel his hot, squelching cock knock air out of her lungs.
"Ugh…!" Wylis groaned, close to finishing.
"Wylis… Aaaaah… Gods… Y… You will be… missed!" Anna moaned and did her best to lift her face. She pecked his lips lightly and then lost it, her eyes threatening to roll up, her pussy hot, burning, and shivering in endless spasms. She launched a wave of squirts on his invading cock, reshaping her womanhood for no other man to ever satisfy.
"Oooooooh… Mmmm… This… is… mad…" She mumbled and sprayed his cock.
Wylis kept his jaw clenched as he was so close. He let the woman climax first, and when she was finally done, he pulled back, letting her legs fall down spread wide. He grabbed his freed cock and stroked a few times before—
"Ngh… I'm gonna…"
A watery, substantial spray of white, musky heat coated Anna's delicate frame. From her cunt to her belly to her tits dotted with hickies, now covered in his virile cream. It burned on her bare, pale skin.
"Mmm…" Anna moaned, taking in deep breaths as his scent hit her. She often found it strange how much he always released. But she soon found it rather arousing. Feeling his viscous warmth slide over her frame like a liquid quilt.
Wylis just sat there, his cock softening slowly. Slightly out of breath, he eyed his artwork with satisfaction.
It's been weeks. When will—
Ding!... Ding!...
Right then, the town's sept's bells echoed outside.
Finally! Some goddamn action!
Wylis wasted no time and got out of bed. He wiped himself clean and started putting on his clothes. Although he now had full body armor thanks to Robert, he didn't wear it as the battle was going to be fought within the city. Then, he grabbed his sword, not the usual six-foot greatsword, but instead the Valyrian steel Heartsbane, his trophy.
"Anna, stay inside."
Warning her, Wylis stormed out of the house and ran towards the highest building in the area. He went upstairs and climbed onto the terrace to get a better look at the situation. He knew they were going to win this one, but he had a specific goal in mind.
Where are you?
From a distance, he saw a lot of men rushing into the town. They were the forces of Lord Stark and Lord Tully. But Wylis only focused on Lord Hoster Tully and watched where he was going. The forces split up and poured into the streets. Soon, the clashes of swords started to echo—streets, alleys, and rooftops, and fights erupted everywhere.
Wylis jumped from one rooftop to another. He followed wherever Lord Hoster went, waiting for the right moment to join the battle.
Where is he now?
He avoided fights and stayed focused.
Lord Connington… come out now.
Victory was guaranteed. So that left room for earning fame. And there was no greater fame than killing the commander of an army. Jon Connington, who, if not killed, would one day become a threat, and Wylis wasn't going to allow that.
The realm may not know, but Wylis did. Jon Connington had the hots for Rhaegar Targaryen, calling him 'my silver prince' whenever reminiscing. What would such a man do if he later found out that Wylis had saved the likes of Rhaella and Rhaenys? The man was as loyal to the Targaryens as one could be.
And knowing that Lord Hoster Tully was injured by Connington in the Battle of the Bells, Wylis followed him.
Ding!... Ding!...
The sept continued to ring the bells to warn the people to stay inside. The battle raged on. Robert had likely joined by now, somewhere in the town. Eddard was somewhere else.
Clank!
"THERE!"
One single glimpse, and Wylis jumped down from the terrace. Earthbending made foot-sized steps for him on the wall, and in seconds, he was on the ground. He ran towards the ongoing skirmish where Jon Connington had appeared, hair and beard fiery red.
Lord Hoster Tully had eight men, and Jon Connington had struck with ten. It was a narrow road between buildings, so the area was limited.
"Surrender to the King, Lord Tully! There is still enough left to salvage!"
"And let the Mad King burn me and my house?" Hoster retorted and surged ahead to attack. But he wasn't in the best shape of his military career. He was instantly disarmed and kicked back. To save Hoster, Ser Denys Arryn came to aid, but he was slain by Jon and Ser Myles Mooton.
Wylis arrived right then and rushed in with Heartsbane, using the element of surprise. He lunged past the fallen Lord Hoster Tully, and his Valyrian steel cleaved through the first knight's chainmail like it was parchment, splitting iron and an arm in a single thrust.
Blood sprayed, and the man dropped with a scream cut short.
"Shit!" Ser Myles Mooton cursed, becoming aware of Wylis. He quickly changed direction and prepared to face the giant man. "The King's beast is out."
By then, Hoster Tully's men were dead, leaving six men, including Jon Connington and Ser Myles Mooton, standing. They focused on Wylis right away and spread out, circling around him, creating a cage of swords.
Fuck, should've used a bow first.
Wylis suffered from Hoster Tully's men's incompetence.
"Ha!"
One of the knights swung high. Wylis ducked, rammed his shoulder into the man's chest, and cracked ribs on impact. The knight crumpled backwards, and Wylis used that chance. He pivoted, arched Heartsbane low, and stabbed through the man's chest, the best trick against chainmail.
"One down, five to go." He roared at them. "Come on then!"
They did. But still, they didn't all attack him at the same time, still holding onto their silly knight code or some other nonsense.
Two rushed him, blades high. Wylis didn't backpedal, no, he lunged forward with full force and struck.
Clank!
Steel met steel, but his was overpowering. Sparks flew, and with that, he started to push the two men back.
Swoooo~
Thud!
Wylis twisted one of their swords using the blade's edge and the rain-guard, sending it spinning onto the ground. Suddenly unarmed, the knight was shocked and, his mistake, not wearing a helmet.
Bam!
Wylis elbowed, cracking the disarmed knight's jaw, teeth shattering. While he cowered, Wylis focused on the other knight and used Earthbending, making him knock his toes and stumble forward.
Stab!
Wylis did nothing; the knight simply fell on his sword and impaled his guts. When Wylis pulled the blade out, blood sprayed.
Woosh!
The jaw-cracked knight lost his head the next moment. A single slash so fast, the man didn't even get to regret not wearing a helmet.
"Three down!" Wylis eyed the remainder. "Three to go!"
"You lanky beast!" Ser Jon Connington finally came at him.
Wylis dodged backwards in time, letting Jon's blade kiss his shoulder. But countering, he planted his boot and backhanded Jon with the flat of his blade.
Jon staggered, snarling.
"Haaa!" Jon lunged again. He was more excited by the prospect of glory for cutting down Wylis.
Clank!
Wylis caught the blow on Heartsbane and stepped inside, grappling Jon's arm.
"Aaaaa!"
Then—
CLANG!
From the right, Ser Myles Mooton jumped in, his sword aimed at Wylis' head.
Wylis quickly let Jon go and dropped, rolled away before surging to his feet. A third knight tried to pound on Wylis at that moment, but instead tripped forward right in front of Wylis' feet.
Slash!
Wylis stabbed him in the neck and ended him like it was some joke. That left only two men.
Myles circled left and Connington right.
Wylis adjusted his grip. Blood ran down his bicep; he didn't know when it was stabbed through the chainmail. But it didn't matter; he kept moving.
"Hah!"
Myles feinted low and stabbed high. Wylis swayed back, avoiding the point. Connington came in behind at the same time to stab. But Wylis ducked and avoided that, while throwing his blade on his back to avoid Myles from hitting him there.
Clank!
Hoster… is he?
Wylis took a quick glance towards Hoster and found him lying flat on the ground, awake but unmoving.
No point holding back.
With no extra eyes watching, Wylis turned back to the two knights. He took a deep breath and calmed his nerves. Fighting six men at the same time was annoying, and managing the quest was hard. A lesson learned, he reckoned.
Never doing this shit again.
But now only two were left.
"Is that all you got?" He taunted them. Jon clearly looked like someone chasing glory. "Six against one, and still losing."
"We'll see!"
Myles came from the left and Jon from the right. They moved together, almost identical, trying to leave Wylis vulnerable on one side at least.
"Too slow."
Clank!
Wylis stepped backwards and made a bump on the ground in front of their armored toes.
Thud!
The two knights stumbled into each other like children.
"Ha!"
Woosh!
Myles stabbed at the gut, and Jon slashed a sideways strike towards the shoulder. Wylis again stepped backwards and made the two knights stumble.
That same scene repeated two more times. Finally, Jon and Myles halted and began questioning what was going on. Once or twice was luck, but they kept stumbling each time. It was as if Wylis was blessed by some God with protection.
"WYLIS! THERE YOU ARE!"
"Hm?" Wylis looked to the side, and there was Robert, alone, blood covering him from head to toe, holding his hammer high.
"Hah! You've found the good ones!"
"Kill him!" Jon discarded Wylis entirely and rushed towards Robert with no care in the world, like there was no greater goal, no greater glory than to kill Robert. Myles also followed after.
"Leave these to me! You've had your fun, Wylis!" Robert roared.
And Wylis did just that. He didn't interfere and let Robert fight the two knights.
This Rebellion… Wylis was deep in thought, however. Seeing Robert there reminded him of something.
Robert's the main actor, not me.
And that meant it was Robert who wanted to kill Rhaegar the most. It was Robert who would claim the right to kill the Prince. Even if Wylis had Rhaegar under his foot, Robert would still demand that he kill him.
Can't have that!
Clank!
"Bahaha! Is that all you got, Jon?"
Wylis heard the future King laughing as if he were playing, not battling. Of course, Wylis could just go there and kill the two knights with ease. But he didn't want to anymore.
Rather, it was in his interest to have them perform better. So, he took a risky gamble.
Forgive me, Robert. You can have the damn crown, but the glory is mine.
"Ah!"
All of a sudden, Robert tripped backwards.
"Fuck!"
Stab!
Slash!
Jon thrust his sword into Robert's right shoulder, piercing a clear wound. Myles struck low and cut into Robert's left thigh, marking a deep, bloody gash.
Thud!
"Dammit!" Robert groaned.
The future king fell in pain and blood, helpless, his warhammer released from his grasp.
"Kill him!" Jon howled.
But by then, Wylis was behind them.
"I don't think so." Wylis declared, looming a shadow on them from behind, and swung Heartsbane at Myles first, cleaving his head off. And before the blood could even spray, he shoulder slammed Jon into the nearest wall and—
BAM!
He stabbed Heartsbane square into Jon Connington's heart with so much force that he pinned him to the wall, his feet slightly lifted off the ground.
"Robert!"
Wylis poured concern into his voice and rushed to the fallen Robert.
"Are you alright? Fuck, you careless bastard!"
After ensuring that the wounds were deep but not deadly, Wylis lifted Robert in his arms, a bit of a struggle, and carried the large man away towards the sept. He felt shitty, sure, but it was necessary to have control over the future battles.
Ting!
[Tyrant's Title Acquired - Tyrant's Games
Description - Stabbing your allies in the back is often considered cowardly. But for a Tyrant, there are no allies, only tools and fools. And often, fools make the best tools.
Effect - Your lies will now be 10% more believable.]
"..."
It was a fine reward.
But not as rewarding as others before.
Ting!
[Side Quest Completed - Fishy Friend
Description - Win Hoster Tully's admiration.
Reward - Friendly status with House Tully, and easy access into the Riverlands for Tyrant's future endeavors.]
Ting!
[Side Quest Completed - Savior of the Stoney Sept
Description - Defeat Jon Connington and save Stoney Sept
Reward - All the women of Stoney Sept are now dementedly attracted to the Tyrant.
Current Loyalty - 100%]
Ugh… Whose Loyalty? All the women? What?
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