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Ting!
[Tyrant's Bastard Detected!]
[Son(Bastard) - Wenda the White Fawn
Life Points Available - 10]
[Strength - 3/10
Dexterity - 2/10
Intelligence - 0/10
Charisma - 0/10
Vitality - -2/10]
Minus two? What?!
It was about time Wenda gave birth, but he wasn't happy with himself. His initial plan to send Qyburn was derailed because Lyanna was pregnant. Now, Wenda, alone, with god knows which midwife, had given birth.
Ting!
[Tyrant's Bastard Dying!]
[Time for death - 3 Minutes!]
It's got to be Vitality. Something must have happened. I hope Wenda is alright.
Without wasting time, Wylis distributed the ten Life Points.
[Strength - 3/10
Dexterity - 2(+1)/10
Intelligence - 0(+1)/10
Charisma - 0(+3)/10
Vitality - -2(+5)/10]
Ting!
[Tyrant's Bastard Healthy!]
[Lifespan increased by 1 year!]
[Remaining Lifespan - 66 Years]
It was all about vitality in the end. It was truly a blessing that he could remotely save his son. Even more surprising was how strong the lad was already. Three points in Strength and two points in Dexterity. Magnus only had one for Strength and one for Vitality. It was clear, Wenda's genes were blessed to produce more strength.
I'll see you soon, Wenda.
That was also a worry. What if Wenda disappeared with his son? He had every intent to keep the child and raise him. Other than noble women, he wanted to keep every sired bastard. After all, they were all guaranteed to be absolutely loyal to him.
Sighing, he got out of his creaky bed and put on his loose tunic. It was dimly lit with a candle, a basement storage room meant for holding wine and cheese, but now his humble abode in Stoney Sept.
He and Robert had arrived there with the leftover Baratheon men. They were now waiting for Eddard and Hoster Tully to arrive with their combined armies. However, while Wylis tried to keep a low profile, which was impossible for his size, the future King of the Seven Kingdoms was enjoying himself.
Having holed up in the basement of the Peach, an inn and a brothel, Robert utilized the whores very well. By now, Robert had fucked every whore that worked there, and each night took two or three to his bed.
Wylis, being a simple man with needs, traveling non-stop with no outlet, used the services of the women. But he didn't fuck any of them, only made use of their mouths or hands. He honestly couldn't bring himself to fuck them after seeing Robert plow them like they were mindless toys for him.
Like usual, it was night, and the brothel wasn't that busy. Thanks to Robert being there. Yet when Wylis arrived upstairs, there was plenty of noise, mostly Robert grunting and the women moaning.
The signs were always there. Wylis saw firsthand why Robert was a bad King but a great warrior. Only good with weapons.
He spanned his gaze at the inn turned full-time brothel. All the other men there were from the Baratheon army, but none were fucking the whores. How could they when Robert had reserved them all.
Of course, that didn't apply to Wylis.
"Anything to drink, Ser?"
At the lovely, soft voice, Wylis turned to look at the woman, standing there fully naked, holding a pitcher of ale. Her head reached till his chest as they all did, and she had fantastic, round tits, a curvy body, wide hips, and pale skin. Her hair was long and black, and her eyes were grey. She was Robert's favorite whore, and Wylis knew why. She resembled Lyanna to a small degree.
No wonder he sired a bastard with her.
While Wylis didn't know if she was already bred by Robert, that didn't change the fact that she had the best mouth in the brothel.
"Aye, a cup and… lips too."
The whore smiled and led Wylis to a nearby bench. She pushed him to take a seat, filled a cup for him, and then got down on her knees between his legs. Using her soft, dainty fingers, she untied his trousers and fetched his nude, throbbing, hard cock.
"Ummmh…" With a drunken arousal, the whore squeezed his cock flat against her face and kissed his base like it was some treasure. "You have the finest cock I have ever seen, Ser. So lovely, warm, and… mmm… big."
Wylis chuckled, relaxed back while sipping wine. He didn't need to use his hands to guide her. "Are you sure?"
Getting the hint, she looked towards Robert, a whore jumping on his lap, one letting him suckle her globes, and the third getting her cunt fucked by his fat fingers.
Giggling, the whore looked back at Wylis and put a finger to her lips. "Shhh… Just between us."
"Hah, alright." Wylis then let her do her job and just enjoyed that warm sensation. He was sure that if he weren't a knight, she wouldn't have bothered with him. Not unless paid. But now, she never asked for coin. Not even once.
She gathered her thick black hair into a messy bun behind her head, securing it hastily with a strip of leather from her wrist. Then she rose up on her knees, his height made it impossible otherwise, and wrapped both hands around his cock, wrenching it up toward her face.
"Gods, you have a fine mouth!" Wylis groaned as she took him.
Her lips parted, soft and plump, and she pressed the tip of his cockhead to them. The swollen crown alone stretched her mouth into a perfect circle of sin, forcing her jaw wide open.
"Mmm…" she moaned sensually, a purring sound of delight, like the flavor of him had struck some hunger inside her.
Her lips sealed tight, suckling just the head with slow reverence. Her tongue stretched wide, slick and eager. It slid along the underside of his cock, tracing the sensitive ridge like she was tasting molten gold. Her mouth clamped down, cheeks hollowing with every slow, wet pull. The tight seal around his tip created a vacuum so intense, he felt his pulse in his cock, every beat magnified inside the heat of her mouth.
Wylis groaned under his breath, jaw tightening as the pleasure rippled through him.
He could feel it. Every bump, every vein, every ridge stroked and kissed and suckled with greed. When her head lifted slightly, her tongue would curl and flick over the tiny slit at his tip, teasing the rawest part of him with unholy skill. Then she plunged back down, burying him to the limit her throat could take, the back of her mouth smothering his cockhead with tight, pulsing contractions.
She only managed half of his length before it choked her, gagging slightly, the sound wet and raw like something was being forced into her far past her limit.
But she didn't stop. She pushed down again, fighting against the reflex. His cock knocked against the back of her throat, like it was battering down the gates of her sanity. Her lips strained to stay sealed, jaw aching from the stretch. And still… she licked.
His heat radiated like a fever, and she wanted more. Her hands slid up his thighs, kneading his muscles with worshipful hunger, then cupped his heavy sac and rolled it in her palms like a prize.
Wylis' vision blurred with each bob of her head, his hips twitching on their own as her throat clamped down and pulled him deeper into bliss. Her tongue was a serpent, sliding, curling, even flicking at the slit with maddening licks.
When she suckled his sensitive frenum, it was like the gods had struck lightning into his spine. He groaned, a sharp, guttural sound of surrender, one hand shooting into her bun and fisting her hair tight.
She didn't flinch. Not even when he pulled. That lustful smile crept to the corners of her stretched lips. She was pleased with herself, drunk on the power she held in her mouth. She kept slurping sloppily, letting her spit drool down his shaft in long, glistening ropes. Her hands stayed in motion, stroking the base, her fingers gliding over where her mouth couldn't reach.
Eventually, Wylis let go of her hair. There was no need to guide her.
She was locked in a rhythm now, grinding her throat on him with a hunger that felt almost personal. He leaned back, arms resting lazily, and just watched her do all the work. Nothing was more arousing than seeing a woman swallow him down of her own free will. No coin, no commands, no shame.
"Hah, Wylis!" Robert rumbled from the side. "That one's my favorite. Be easy on her—Taking her to bed tonight, don't go bruising the best parts!"
Hmm, so he'll sire the bastard tonight? God knows.
He ignored Robert's annoying groaning and moaning and just focused on watching the beautiful face sucking him with an itch to wring him dry. She suckled him, licked him like a candy, nudged her face under his heavy balls, seeking treasure. She knew all the right ways to make a man spill.
"Ser…" She voiced, looking at him while her hand furiously stroked him. "Won't lie with me?"
Wylis shook his head. "I think one giant's enough for you."
"But… I want this one." She added her other hand to stroke him as well. One handled the top and the other handled the base.
That needy tone, that constant lust for more, it grated on him. Wylis didn't want her to talk. He didn't want to fuck her. He wanted her silent.
So he grabbed her hair tight and shoved her face down on his cock.
There was no warning. Just the sudden, brutal force of his hand driving her down. Her throat expanded around his iron-hard shaft, gagging, stretching, swallowing more than it ever had. Her eyes blew wide for a moment, but she didn't fight. She took it. Mouth open, jaw slack, she let his hard male heat fill her throat like a sheath being jammed full of steel.
Her hands stopped stroking. She laid her palms flat on his hard, wide thighs, grounding herself for what came next. Her body went loose, slack, and ready. She let Wylis use her face like a sloppy cunt.
Wylis did exactly that. He gripped her hair in one hand, tight like reins, and started to thrust. He fucked her face, truly fucked it. Slamming her face down, pulling her back, ramming her down again. His cock throbbed with heat, her spit acting like lube, making each plunge wetter, deeper, nastier.
She choked with every stroke, but she never pulled away.
"Agk! Agk! Agk!"
The sounds turned messy. Wet and gurgling, her throat bubbling as his cock violated her depths. Her face was ruined. Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and splattering across her tits. A fine outline of his thick flesh sword bulged along her slender neck, and still she took it.
Her eyes rolled, glassy and wide, shimmering with tears. Stars danced behind her eyelids, but she didn't tap out. No slaps on his thighs. No flinching. Just the guttural sound of her mouth being used.
"Gaaaah! Fuck!"
Wylis felt the throb at the base of his cock, his balls pulling tight, and without mercy, he slammed her face down again. More than half his fat cock disappeared into her ruined throat, her lips stretched to the limit.
He held her there, face impaled on his shaft, while the first thick burst of batter exploded from his cock. It splashed the back of her throat like boiling tar. The second shot was heavier, hotter, creamy, and endless. He throbbed hard inside her, each pulse ejecting more of that filthy, gooey load straight into her throat.
She gurgled, her throat convulsing helplessly. She gripped his breeches, holding herself in place, refusing to let him out.
He kept her there until he was sure she had tasted every drop, until his balls were drained and his cock twitched in the aftermath.
Finally, when her gagging grew harsh, when she buckled slightly, Wylis loosened his grip and pulled her head back. Slowly.
His phallus dragged out of her throat with a slick, wet squelch, but he didn't let the tip leave her mouth. He kept it locked between her flushed, glossy lips, resting heavy on her tongue, feeding her the last few drops like a reward.
"Mmm…" she moaned, panting through her nose, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed. She looked up at him, face streaked with tears and spit, and swallowed.
Not just once, but twice. Gulping down his filth like it was something she had longed for. Her throat bobbed as she drank him down, and when she was done, she opened her mouth slightly to show him; empty.
Wylis smirked and let go of her hair entirely.
She immediately dipped down, tongue sliding along his shaft, licking him clean with long, worshipful strokes. Like a good whore who knew her place, hoping her cunt would be the next thing he filled.
Wylis went back to drinking and watching. Seeing how pretty this whore was, he thought of something. Not ethical, for sure, but it was also something of a public service.
What if I take the bastard girl she'll birth? She'll have Robert's blood.
He wondered how strong his children with Robert's bastard daughters would be. Perhaps hitting five points in strength by birth?
Isn't there another girl in Vale? What if…
He was curious, but not so sure if it was the right thing to do. Bella, the daughter this whore would give birth to, would become a whore after growing up as well. As for the girl in Vale, she didn't have an easy, happy life either. So, by bringing them into his baby-making-industrial-complex, he'd be giving them a far more comfortable and luxurious life.
Would they mind it?
Wylis did consider himself pretty handsome. If even Cersei was feeling it, it had to be true. And he was also a knight now, soon to be a lord, rich, and famous.
Something to ponder for sure.
"Mmm… Clean as you like it, Ser."
Wylis took out a silver coin and gave it to the whore. He had no plans to use her services again, as he already had something else planned.
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