"Wine, Ser?"
Right then, a castle maid offered him wine, a cup in one of her hands and a jar in the other.
Wylis looked at her face, probably in her late thirties or early forties, with some faint age lines visible around the eyes. But other than that, he found her rather pleasing to look at. Blue eyes, black hair tied in a loose bun, pale pink lips, not that full. She was on the healthier side, but not fat.
"Not offering other… assistance?" He asked while taking the cup.
She smiled, and it was beautiful. "I'm a mother of two, Ser. Far older than the young ladies around me."
"But you probably volunteered for this work, didn't you?"
"Aye, I did. Coin's coin, ain't it? Last time a kind Ser took a liking, so I thought, why not try again?"
"Fortune favors us both, it seems." Wylis placed his cup on the side and unfastened his breeches, shamelessly dangling his throbbing, profusely hardened cock, the aftermath that Catelyn left. "But I'll only need the touch of your beautiful lips and tits. I'll pay in full, as though we shared a full night's tale. What say you?"
The woman looked at his fat cock with doubt. It was the largest she'd seen in her life, veiny, bulging, moving like it had a heart of its own. She gulped and pursed her lips.
"Ah, just take him, woman!" Robert groaned from the side, letting the red-haired woman move on top of him while he mauled her breasts with his hands. "Wylis is too soft. Never seen him fuck a woman like he means it—Still green."
Wylis chuckled. Robert couldn't be more wrong. If anything, Wylis fucked like a beast.
If only you'd seen me in Stoney Sept, Robert.
"I… I'll do it, Ser." The woman finally took to her knees and pushed the wide neck of her maid's gown off her shoulders. She pulled her arms out and bared her naked breasts. They sagged, and the mark of motherhood was visible. But they were still beautiful, full, with tight light brown tips.
"Do it at your own pace," Wylis said, and just relaxed back, drinking wine. "And what's your name?"
"Joanna, Ser."
Hmm… Joanna. Wylis gave half a chuckle, remembering it was Lord Tywin's dead wife's name. She was said to be a beauty as well.
"I'm Wylis of Winterfell."
"Hehe…" She giggled while wrapping her breasts around his cock. "The whole realm knows, Ser."
That did make Wylis smile fondly. No doubt, he was going to tip her generously.
Joanna pressed her soft breasts around his length, squishing them together with both arms. They were warm and full, her skin plush and smooth, with just the faintest jiggle as she adjusted her grip. The dark tips of her nipples peeked out from the squeezed mounds, stiff like buttons to sin, brushing against his shaft with every slow grind.
Her cleavage formed a perfect tunnel of flesh, warm with lust. His cock looked monstrous between her swells, too thick, too long. The bulbous tip jutted out at the top, fat and glistening with a bead of precum already drooling down from the slit.
Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and took the head between her lips. "Mmhh…"
She suckled on him like it was candy, her mouth warm and slick, tongue circling the crown while her tits gently massaged the shaft. She started to move slowly, pushing her chest up and down with a careful rhythm, all while keeping her lips locked around his tip.
"That's right…" Wylis let out a quiet groan. He widened his legs even more, spreading himself open, and leaned further back against the table, goblet still in hand. "Add some spit."
Joanna obeyed instantly. She pulled off with a wet pop, and spat a thick, gleaming string of saliva right onto his tip. Then another. She leaned in and licked it up with long, dragging strokes of her tongue, letting it dribble down into her hot valley.
Wylis groaned again, closing his eyes briefly as her tits returned to work. His cock throbbed between her breasts as she squeezed tighter, letting her spit-covered skin glide with every pump. The slick made it easier, filthier, slurps and suckles mingling with the moans of other women being fucked nearby.
"Deeper…" he ordered.
She dipped down, sinking his cockhead deeper into her mouth as she kept her breasts pressed together, fucking him with both tits and throat. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, drool leaking down the corners of her mouth, pooling at the base of his shaft.
"Almost there," he murmured, lazily swirling his wine before taking another sip. His balls tightened slightly beneath her chin, pulsing with heat.
Joanna kept at it, obedient, focused, servicing his cock like a prized sword being polished. Her tongue fluttered over his slit, and she moaned softly as if she loved the taste of him, the smell of sweat and musk from between his thighs.
Wylis looked around the room briefly. Other knights and lords were enjoying their whores, their lovers. Bodies lay strewn about in various states of undress, some riding, some being ridden, others simply watching, fingers buried between their own legs.
And Wylis… relaxed. His cock buried in a mother's cleavage, her mouth lovingly worshiping his tip, her breasts sliding and slapping wetly around his length… Fuck, it was good.
Wasn't that world the same? Wylis thought about his previous life at that moment. While such a gathering was normal in Westeros, he remembered it wasn't much different in his last life either.
Having been a multi-billionaire, he'd seen plenty of things in life. While he'd only heard about the worst kind, he'd attended the casual ones. Club parties where waitresses walked around topless, and some hooker getting drilled in the VIP section. Of course, he never did that, far too occupied with his knight and lords dreams.
The dream's a reality… now.
"Uhhh… You're great at this, Joanna." Wylis eyed her bobbing head, her bun was undone, leaving her dark, long hair tossing around.
Gluk! Gluk!
She seemed to be trying her best to take him as deep as she could. While it was possible, he knew it'd require his hand and a little more push. But he didn't do that.
"Just use your mouth now," he said, commanding.
Joanna pulled back with a breathless gasp, thick strings of spit snapping between her lips and his cock. Her hands moved, one wrapped around his shaft, stroking him with a twisting motion. The other hand cradled his balls gently, fingers fondling the heavy sack, making him twitch from the tenderness.
She lowered her head again, licking him like a whore savoring her favorite dessert. Her tongue dragged up his shaft from base to tip, flattening along the underside, tasting every vein and ridge. She kissed around the swollen head, lapping at it like he was the sweetest thing she'd ever had. Then she swallowed him again, just the tip, sucking hard with thick, slurping pulls.
"Must be getting dry in the mouth," Wylis murmured. "Here… use this."
He raised his wine goblet and tilted it forward, pouring a splash of dark red wine onto the bulbous crown of his cock.
The liquid spilled down over his shaft in slow rivulets, pooling around the base, clinging to the veins, mixing with spit and precum into a sticky, intoxicating mess.
Slurrrrp Slurrrrp
"Ummm…" Joanna moaned loudly as she lapped it up, sucking the wine from his cock with wild hunger. Her tongue flicked and swirled, mouth full of warmth and wine, cheeks hollowing as she slurped like a thirsty animal. The scent was thick, wine, sweat, cum clung to the air around them.
"Seven! I'll try that next time!" Robert commented from the side.
It was pure debauchery in that hall.
"Mmmmmh~" Joanna moaned deeply, her mouth gliding back down his cock.
She wasn't even kneeling anymore. She'd shifted into a squat, thighs parted, dress bunched up around her hips, her whole body rocking in rhythm as she fucked her own face. Her bare breasts bounced with each jolt, and drool streamed down her chin. Her throat tensed around him with every push forward.
Gluk! Gluk! Slurrrrp!
"Ugh… close!" Wylis' fingers grabbed onto the edge of the table behind him. He didn't grip her hair. He didn't need to. The pleasure was barreling toward its peak like a beast on the run.
"Mmmmmm!" Joanna hummed in anticipation, her lips sealing tightly around his tip again. She bobbed just enough to get his cockhead and a few inches in, sucking hard, mouth wide open.
Then he came.
"Ghk!" she gagged, coughed, eyes wide as his first pulse exploded against the back of her throat.
The blast was hot, thick, potent, and heavy. Pure masculine filth forced into her mouth. She swallowed hard, but the second spurt came too fast. Then the third. It gushed out around her lips, leaking from her nose, overflowing from her mouth as she struggled to keep up. His cum mixed with the wine, forming a creamy, pungent slurry that ran down his cock and her chin in globs.
It was a pure mess. She sucked through it, face drenched, lips locked around his crown like she was addicted to it. His seed coated every corner of her mouth, pooled beneath her tongue, and clung to her teeth. She moaned around him, the vibrations making him twitch, his cock pulsing continuously.
Joanna cleaned him slowly, her tongue still working its magic.
She circled the swollen head and licked around the base. She wrapped her lips around the shaft, pulling off with audible slurps as if unwilling to waste even a drop. She dragged her tongue down the length of his cock. Spit, cum, and wine dripping from her fair chin, trailing down onto her naked chest.
Finally, she pulled her face away, eyes glassy, lips swollen and raw from the work.
She brought up the sleeve of her own gown and wiped him gently, slowly drying the mess with a tender touch. Then she wiped her own mouth, smearing the mixture of cum and wine across her cheek without a care.
"You were wonderful, Joanna." Wylis said, and took out three silver coins. They were Moons, not Stags. Thirty Moons made one Gold Dragon. Her service was not even worth a silver Stag, going by the common rate amongst back alley whores. But he still gave it.
Smallfolks like her were the reason why his name and fame was growing. And her being a castle maid, her words would often reach men of influence.
"This…" Joanna took the coins after fixing her gown. "You have as big a heart as a body, good Ser."
"And your tongue is as lovely as your mouth." He jestingly said and got up, fixing his breeches. "I'm off to sleep. You should too, Robert."
"Bah! Not yet! Gods, I saw the other redhead, finer than this one by half. Fuck, I should've had her first—Ah!" Robert felt the current whore ride harder in anger. "Jory's got her now. If you see him, tell him I'll trade a bottle of Arbor Gold for her."
"..."
True, even if debaucherous, I'm still better than him.
Sighing, Wylis walked away. He could understand why Robert was like this. Young, a mighty Lord Paramount with no wife to hound him. In fact, Robert could live without his hammer for a few months, but not without shoving his cock in a warm cunt.
He saw Jory on the way out, but the man was balls deep in the redhead. Wylis chose to let the man live out his fantasy and left the hall. He walked to his assigned bedchamber, being an honored guest and Hostor's savior, it was a big room.
Soon, he removed all his clothes except for breeches and lay down on the bed. As always, it was too small for him. His feet dangled off the lower edge.
But he was used to it and closed his eyes. As most nights, he thought about Lyanna. How was she doing in Old Town. If she was alright.
Can't wait for all this to end.
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