Now, he knew Lyanna was known to be wild and untamed. But this was too much. Although they never really shied away from talking about sex and that sort of banter, they never crossed the line.
"Ah, you really went insane today." Wylis sighed, adjusting his legs so nothing unsightly was visible. He'd just shagged Ros an hour ago and had to leave without finishing. Of course it made him hard when Lyanna said that. He had no control over the images in his mind.
"I'm serious, Wylis!" Lyanna proclaimed and abruptly approached him. As always, far too daring for her own good, she resolutely jumped on his lap, straddling his heavy legs with her hips wrapped in the wooly trousers. "You said you have needs, didn't you? Go ahead, do it with me. I would never let that bastard feel any pleasure from my body. Yes, that's it! Wylis, be my first and second and third and fourth too!"
"..."
Jesus Christ! There was no such God in Westeros. But old habits die hard.
She's gone crazy.
But it was hard, or rather he was hard. With her warm, light frame on his lap, his cock sprang to life like a beast on a hunt. And he was no average lad, but one with a thick, meaty sausage of pure sexual insanity. He gulped and looked at her face, right in front of him, her rough but petite hands resting on his broad shoulders.
With the intent to move her, he gently placed both his wide hands on her slender waist. But as soon as he felt her softness, he failed to push her off of him. He looked into her eager, grey eyes, and there he saw lust, need, pleading, while her lips were in a constant smirk.
"I'll act as if I never heard you say that."
Pat!
Lyanna slapped his shoulders and pushed her hips further closer to his pelvis, practically grinding her cunt on him. There was no doubt, she felt his thick cock form a rod between her thighs. "Listen to me, Wylis—I don't give a rat's ass what you think of me, you're my closest friend. I won't ever let Robert feel an ounce of pleasure from my body. I won't be his first, or any other number."
Wylis took a deep breath. He was aroused, and seriously in need of a good fuck. But Lyanna was risky, and she was his friend; the only friend he could actually count on. Without her, he'd have never received the sword, the armor, or his own horse.
"Hmm…" Lyanna felt a throb between her legs. She smiled devilishly, her thin, pink lips curved wide. "You want to, don't you?"
He was unsure. "Well…"
Lyanna leaned forward then with the intent to seduce, something she'd never done in her entire life. "I don't think I'm that ugly, Wylis."
"You're beautiful," he stated truthfully. "But you're Lord Stark's cherished daughter. The precious jewel of House Stark. No, I'm not taking that risk. Lord Stark will have my head if I take your maidenhead."
"To hell with that! I've already lost my maidenhead from riding horses all these years. There's nothing to take. And don't be such a coward, Wylis, it doesn't suit you. You're built like a giant made of muscles and—you're my best friend. If it's you, I know you'd never harm me. Our secret will stay between us."
"Friends don't fuck, Lyanna," he said awkwardly. "Definitely not with the intensity you're suggesting."
"Ugh…" She groaned, rising to her feet, her eyes flashing with frustration by his constant refusal. "You're maddening. I just told you, take me however you want—rough, wild, I don't care. No obligations, no promises and still—Leave it. Not as big as you, but Winter Town's full of big men. I'll find someone else. Anyone but Robert!"
What?!
If there was one thing about Lyanna that everyone in Winterfell knew, it was her resolve once she made up her mind. If she said she was going to find a guy to shag her, she would. Knowing that, he seriously considered her offer. She wanted it to be a one time thing, no strings attached.
Honestly, it was akin to the fear of missing out. As he watched her walk away, he glanced at her toned, round hips, her slender but strong legs. While of average height, she was seemingly made of fire. For years they'd been pretty much inseparable and after the initial lust, he'd suppressed all his desires towards her. Considering it impossible.
But here she was, asking him to do her.
Ugh… Why am I being such a coward? What's the point of being this tall and shredded if I can't fuck the women of my choice?
After spending his first life chasing the medieval re-enactment, he was now already in one. He didn't need to chase that anymore. What he needed was glory, wealth, and of course, women.
And with that Tyrant's Squire… I've got nothing to fear.
"Lyanna!" He rushed towards her and captured her hand, pulling her back and turning her around. He almost noticed a smirk vanishing into a frown on her face, as if she expected this.
"What?" She asked curtly.
He looked at her face and made up his mind.
"Let's do it. But at night. Come to my cabin by the stables—come quietly, and bring a fresh set of clothes. We wouldn't want any... complications."
Clap!
Lyanna, as if expecting him to agree eventually, clapped her hands and cheered. "That's the easy part. I'll see you tonight!"
Isn't she nervous? Not at all? I'm going to be her first, aren't I?
He genuinely started to wonder if it would even fit.
We'll see.
Putting those thoughts at the back of his mind, he quickly grabbed some dirt and a rock, and shoved it into his pockets. He wanted to try out the possible magical blessing quickly. But he didn't want to take any chances.
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Wylis didn't live an easy life. He barely ever got a moment's rest during the day. He was tasked with taking care of the Stark family's personal horses. So, he had to brush them, clean them, prepare them or remove saddles whenever not in use throughout the day. There were six horses that he personally took care of.
Beyond that, he was often called in for some heavy work by the servants of the castle. He wasn't obliged to help them, but he did. The last thing he wanted was to lose the favor of those on a similar social level as him. Thankfully, by helping the kitchen wenches carry the heavy goods inside the castle, he often received food, and he really needed a lot.
But that wasn't enough. He spent more than half of his weekly pay on food to maintain his giant body and muscles. He also had to work fast to squeeze in some personal time to train himself. To do all that, he'd wake up before the sunrise, and would go to sleep late into the night.
He hoped Lord Stark would see him and take him as his squire. He desperately hoped for that. To win Lord Stark's favor, he even defeated the master-at-arms of the castle, and then defeated Brandon Stark in a mock duel.
Perhaps that did the opposite. Instead of gaining Lord Stark's favor, he was ignored. He reckoned Lord Stark didn't want to raise a man who could outshine his eldest son, Brandon, the future Lord of House Stark.
It was heartwarming that Lyanna often complained to her father that he should be rewarded. But the old Lord Stark never budged.
Since the day he woke up as a stableboy, he'd remained a stableboy.
Maybe this will change things.
After finishing all his chores, he retreated to his personal cabin hours after sunset. His cabin wasn't really a full fledged home, but rather a simple, sizable room he'd personally built within the Stark family horse stable itself.
A year ago, because of Old Nan, he was invited into the castle and given a small room to reside in. Initially he was delighted as the castle was naturally warm due to the hot springs underneath. But eventually, he outgrew the very walls. Other than the doors to the main chambers and halls, every single doorframe of the castle was too low, so much so that in one week he received a red scar on his forehead, constantly hitting the door frames.
So, begrudgingly, he decided to build himself a small cabin within the stables, choosing a cozy corner at the far end of the stables. He chopped wood himself, carried them, and nailed them too. Soon, he had a place that resembled a small studio apartment from his past life. A single room with a dining table at one end that acted as study too, and on the other end was a large bed for him. Between the two, there was a hearth he'd built into the original frame of the stable to keep himself warm. Even the horses loved that extra warmth outside.
But thanks to that, he had a lot of privacy since there were no windows, just a tight door. And the stables weren't visited by anyone after dark. Since he lived there, the nearly seven foot tall giant, even the guards didn't bother to patrol it.
Amidst the flickering light from the hearth, he looked at the pile of loose dirt and a single fist-sized stone on the table.
"Let's try this."
Other than those magical words during the day, he hadn't felt any difference in his body. So, he tried to mimic whatever he remembered about Earthbending.
"Move."
He waved his arms like a martial master, taking weird stances that if looked upon by someone, he'd be deemed mentally ill. But he kept doing it, first with the dirt, and then with the stone. He used the full intent of his mind, channeling his desire to move the rock.
"Come on, just a little—Just…"
Shhh~
"HA!"
It moved! The rock moved on the table. Nothing impressive, but it shifted a few inches to the side.
Shhhh~
"YES!"
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