Chataya took him in slowly, her golden eyes locked on his. Her gaze was a fire, making his shaft throb with every inch her pussy claimed. Her lips parted slightly in a soft gasp as she lowered herself, her slick folds parting. The slow stretch of her petals around his girth was intentional, each movement a sensual tease to simmer him in bliss.
Her eyes never left his, drawing him into her spell. Her confidence, a siren's call that made his blood roar.
Chataya was practically made to take him, but the push and pull of pleasure and the relentless stretch still stirred her. Her teeth grazed her plump lower lip, a faint wince flickering as her cunt adjusted to his size, her wet walls stretching to accommodate him. Her body yielded to him with a slow, delicious burn.
Wylis didn't move, didn't grip her hips. He let her take him at her own pace. Inch by agonizing inch, her core swallowed him with a torturous slowness. Her eyes stayed fixed on his, her confidence unshaken even as her body trembled.
And Gods, the welcoming heat was divine.
Wylis could feel her walls clenched around him, hot and slick, pulsing with every push like a warm embrace. It was like sinking into a hot tub; each ripple of her inner muscles bubbled around his sensitive flesh, tugging him deeper. An utterly pleasing grip. Her core moved with him, suckling and releasing in a sinful rhythm. Every pulse was a spark of ecstasy that echoed through his body.
Finally, Chataya moaned, long and low, her arms wrapping around him, her face nestling beside his ear. Her breath was hot, her whispers trembling with pleasure.
"Ummmhh—Gods, my Lord… such size," she murmured in a sultry hymn. "You stretch me so wide… I feel you so deep, filling every inch of me."
Her words dripped like honey, each syllable stoking the fire in his loins, her moans vibrating against his ear as she clung to him.
Unable to hold back, Wylis's hands move, slipping under her gown from behind to claim her marshmallowy peach. Gods, they were soft, his fingers sinking into them like a mountain of warm feathers. He kneaded her flesh, savoring the heat, the way her curves molded to his grip, each knead pulling a soft gasp from her lips.
Chataya's hips started to move, riding him with fiery hunger, plunging down to let his shaft dive deep into her core. Each descent was a claim, her body swallowing him whole, her walls gripping him like a treasure.
Creek! Creek!
The chair groaned under them, rocking with their rhythm.
Flesh slammed against flesh as her movements grew frantic, her magnificent, nectar-filled breasts smushing against Wylis's chest, dampening her gown. Beads of sweat glistened on her dusky, enchanting skin. Her hands combed through his dark hair, tugging lightly, her breath growing ragged as she rode him with wild abandon.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
"We can't… spare too long. Someone might… knock on the door… Oh, oh!" She gasped between moans, trembling with urgency. Her hips didn't falter, slapping down harder. Her cunt clenching with every plunge, devouring all his fat length like she was born to do it.
"Ghh—" Wylis grunted, her feverish ride overwhelming him. The friction of her juicy cunt on his swollen length was too much.
He struck the deepest part of her pussy, over and over, each thrust a scorching delight. Her slick walls clamped around his cock tightly, expertly precise. Each plunge of her feathery soft ass sent waves of pleasure through him. The heat was unbearable, a furnace of pure pleasure.
"Umphhh!" Chataya's climax hit like a storm. Her nectar flooded over his cock, a hot, slick torrent that soaked his lap, her walls spasming wildly around him in waves.
She suppressed her moans, crashing her lips against his in a desperate, hungry kiss, her tongue plunging into his mouth to muffle her cries. Her body shuddered, her thighs trembling, her core clenching in rhythmic pulses that milked him, her essence dripping down his balls.
As she came, Wylis's own control shattered. His hands clawed at her ass so rough they marked bruises, digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her down hard, grinding her against his warm lap. His cockhead swirled around her cervix, churning her warm butter.
"Gaaaah—ummmh!"
He roared into that kiss and erupted, spurt after spurt filling her to the brim. It felt like a white-hot explosion that made his vision blur, his body convulsing as he poured himself into her.
She felt it all, like an old sensation she didn't know she missed.
It was so much, so potent, so creamy, and so scentful. She kept rolling her hips to feel his hot mess form a juicy froth in and out of her heated core. The mess soon leaked in thick trickles, coating his balls and her dusky thighs.
His heart was pounding like a war drum.
Finally, as that insane high faded, she stopped kissing and smiled, spent, hot, and unimaginably aroused.
Knock! Knock!
"See, we were lucky." Chataya chirped and abruptly got off him, uncaring that his mess spilled from her cunt and dripped down her thick thighs. She just patted her gown to seem proper and walked to the door.
Wylis was quick to hide his calming, juiced-up cock and stayed seated like he belonged there. Like he didn't just fuck the owner of that establishment.
Thud!
Soon, Chataya closed the door after talking to whoever was outside and walked back to her work table.
"Something's troubling you?" Wylis asked as he noticed a frown on her face.
Chataya exhaled a deflating sigh. "I suppose… I do need to take advantage of you… the other way."
"Hah! Whose skull am I to smash?
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Wylis didn't immediately follow Chataya out. He stayed hidden behind the corner, able to hear whatever was going on outside in the reception of the brothel. There was certainly a loud commotion, and he could hear some drunken voices.
Chataya was out there, trying to mediate. "Ser, this is a respectable establishment. The girls here are not playthings, no matter your coin. You'll show them decency—"
"Bah, shut it, whore! You're whores! All of you. Now be a good whore and bring out the cunts you've got for sale. My lads and I will inspect them thoroughly."
"You have abused them before. They won't meet you again."
"And who are you to decide that, whore? We're the City Watch. Do you know who you're talking to? I will… Ye, I'll have you stripped and whipped before the entire cit… c-c-ci-cit…"
The moment that man started to berate Chataya, Wylis came out into the open. He towered over everyone and everything there, his shoulders broad enough to engulf two of them even in their armors. And all four of them recognized Wylis at one glance.
"You'll do what now?" Wylis asked, glaring at the man who was berating Chataya, his left hand raised, finger pointed at Chataya. The amusing part was that the man had frozen, his hand still raised.
"M-My Lord!"
"On your knees! Each one of you." Wylis used a deeper voice, angrier. Then he unsheathed his sword, its elongated screech of metal turned blood cold. "I don't take kindly to those who threaten what's mine."
The four kneeling Gold Cloaks looked up at his face, confused.
"I'm part-owner of Chataya's brothel. In truth, we share the profits, she and I. And what do I find upon my return to King's Landing? My coin and my name being trifled with. By whom? A drunk guard and his three cocksuckers. Who's your commander?"
The Gold Cloak still hadn't lowered his arm, although he had fallen to his knees with the rest. All four of them were looking down, their armors clanking as they shivered.
"M-My Lord, it's Manly Stokeworth."
That scared of me? Am I that infamous?
"You, in the back. Go and bring your commander."
"Yes!"
In an instant response to his demand, the Gold Cloak ran out of the brothel. He didn't even bother to look back, just ran like his life depended on it.
Bam!
Meanwhile, Wylis kicked the Gold Cloak who threatened Chataya. "I heard that you harassed the girls before. That's equal to kicking my coin. Am I that forgettable? Must I take your heads and hang them outside to remind men like you what I can do?"
That was what Wylis had. A Lannister had gold and prestige to scare others. He had pure physical strength and his reputation from the war. Being the man who even killed the Mad King and saved the city, his name was enough to scare many.
"N-No, my Lord. I didn't know this was—"
"Had I not stepped in, you would have pressed on? So you would unsettle the city's trade at any cost. That makes you a liability. Perhaps taking your heads is truly the best option."
"No! M-My lord! Please!"
The Gold Cloak begged and latched onto Wylis' leg.
Interesting. He's scared shitless. I should check the rumors circling about me.
Right then, the commander of the city watch arrived, an unremarkable man in full plated armor, the official attire of the Gold Cloaks.
"Lord Kaiser?"
"Commander Stokeworth, your fine lads have something to own up to. I'm certain they'll be eager to tell you the truth. I've been asking them kindly enough. Isn't that so?" He kicked the man whose name he still didn't bother to ask.
For some time, the Gold Cloak looked between Wylis and the commander. Then, with a gulp, he started chirping everything out. All the dirt he had on himself. All the extortion attempts. His plans to use the brothel for free and leave.
Wylis had sheathed his blade and stood with arms crossed. He really didn't see the need for bloodshed. Besides, he wanted to leave the city the next morning. Killing the Gold Cloaks meant seeing Robert again and explaining what had happened.
"Commander Stokeworth, this brothel is partially owned by me. See that the Gold Cloaks are warned: meddle not in its trade. Or in any trade, though I won't pretend I expect better. As for these four, kill the rambling one, spare the other three. Inform Ser Barristan first, and say Lord Wylis proposed the punishment," Wylis declared. Heck, even Robert would blindly bash his hammer on the man just as an excuse to grab the hammer again.
Slightly taken aback, Commander Stokeworth chose not to argue or be lazy. He made the other three Gold Cloaks grab the first one and drag him along.
"So we're partners now?"
He looked towards Chataya. "We are as far as they're concerned. My name will keep them wary for some time yet."
Chataya hummed and tapped his arm. "Thank you."
"No need. Just send me a decent blacksmith or carpenter, any man worth his tools. That'll be enough payment for our partnership."
"That I can do."
After that, they returned to her private chambers. They spoke for some time, mainly about the matters of King's Landing. He didn't ask, but she told him many things, information that usually costs money. In return, he told her about the North, about Ramsgate and the Boltons. She was really interested in that because not much word flowed down from the North.
They ended their unplanned meeting with a quick, confusing peck, as they both hesitated over whether they should or not. But they did it in the end and parted ways.
Wylis headed back to his ship, and Chataya had girls to manage.
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