Damn! Jaime's absence must've done a number.
But he couldn't care less. To him, Cersei's worth was just her cunt, and perhaps her womb. Every womb was an opportunity for extra life, after all. In fact, he felt he would have fallen for Cersei if he hadn't known the kind of woman she was, and would become.
It even made him wonder what Joanna was like. Too bad, she was already dead.
"Ehm…" He coughed to stop her as she started to use both her hands to feel his abs and chest. She was constantly stepping closer to him, and too many eyes were on them. Especially the eyes of the busty woman on the balcony.
"Your offer has my attention, my Lady. Watching over a beauty like you sounds far more thrilling than polishing some knight's code. And truth be told, I would love to bash the teeth of men who would dare annoy you."
Ugh… This is what I hate. Licking asses… Well, at least it's a pretty one.
"Mmmh…" Cersei whispered a breathy moan and giggled, pulling her hands away. But she didn't step back, just looked up at the towering man. "But? I sense an excuse."
"No excuse, my Lady—just orders. The King wants a hundred bandit heads, and I aim to deliver. See those sacks on my horse? Thirty heads, give or take. And knowing His Grace's mood swings, best I settle that score before coming back this way."
Of course, he was lying. He had no desire to serve her. With Robert's Rebellion on the horizon, he had plenty of excuses.
Even Cersei hated the King at that point. Previously, it was her idea to get Jaime to be a Kingsguard. She was living in King's Landing at that time, and she reckoned Jaime would always be nearby if it were to happen. But she didn't expect that by Jaime becoming a Kingsguard, Tywin would be enraged. Enough to leave the post of Hand of the King and return to Casterly Rock. Likewise, she had to return as well.
"So you do see it. The King has stolen enough of what is mine—more than enough." Cersei mumbled, thinking she was being vague. "I'll give you three months, Wylis. Don't make me regret my generosity."
Who the fuck does she think she is?
"Of course, my Lady."
With a nod of his head, Wylis turned around and walked towards his horse. On the walk, he looked at the tower again and smirked. The busty woman he still didn't know sent him a subtle, flying kiss.
He smiled brightly and put a hand on his left chest, acting as if he was seduced by her charm. At that point, he didn't care about her name. If she was willing, he was giving.
As expected, the woman giggled and walked back into the tower at last.
Wylis grabbed his light leather armor and his torn tunic from the ground, tied them on the saddle, and rode out, back towards Lannisport, fully bare-chested. He was to get the bandit list from the City Watch.
Fuckers didn't even invite me inside. Wylis thought bitterly.
But again, he was a fucking nobody.
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"Aaaaaargh… Uuuug… Noooo!"
Gregor Clegane was a large and powerful man. To keep him pinned down, at least eight men had to work at the same time, holding his head, arms, and legs all spread wide on the bedding.
"That… fucker… Wh… Aaaaaargh!"
Maester Ormerys tried his best as he checked and disrobed Gregor's loins. After using cotton to clean the blood, he glanced at the wound and sweated profusely. His hands shook, and then he looked at the discarded breeches. He quickly grabbed the discarded breeches and looked inside them.
"I…" Maester grabbed two pieces of flesh from the breeches and looked back at Gregor's loins. "You still have one ball, Ser Clegane."
"Can I still… fuck? Aaaargh?" Gregor groaned.
"I'm afraid not, Ser Clegane." Maester Ormerys frowned deeply and looked at the flesh in his hand. "What I meant is… you only have one ball left. The other ball and the shaft have been… severed."
"..."
"N-Nooo-noooooh… Aaaaargh! Get away… No!"
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Having spent the entire day traveling, fighting Gregor, and then getting the list, Wylis chose to spend some days in Lannisport and use it as his base for the bandit hunting. There were a lot of known bandits nearby, after all.
Thanks to the Lannisters, the city was well maintained. That meant the inns were amazing. He specifically chose a decently high-quality Inn and got himself a two-roomed living quarter rented for a week. Just a week's rent was two golden Dragons. It was a lot for just an inn, considering that was how much a smallfolk family made in a year just to survive.
But again, he was going to get daily hot water with a bathing wench in his room to take a bath, free fine food as much as he wanted, and other feminine services, for keeping the bed warm at night. He also had a runner for him ready at all times in case he needed anything from around the city. Even the rooms were large, one was a bedroom with a king-size bed, and the other room was a study with plenty of chairs.
"Good Ser, would you like any other services provided in your chamber?" Asked the innkeeper right at his table as Wylis was busy shoving twenty boiled eggs, chicken, beef soup, and milk down his throat. All top class.
Wylis knew what the man was suggesting. Three women were standing behind him, after all. All beautiful, one tall with heavy breasts, one less tall with handful breasts, and the third one was shortest with a flat chest.
Serving everyone's taste?
"Not today, my friend. I'm tired, I'll rest. Maybe tomorrow." Wylis eyed the women with interest.
"Of course, Ser. Make demands whenever you please. Please enjoy the supper."
Damn, sure is a fine Inn. The service is fantastic.
He no longer felt any regrets for wasting two gold Dragons and just enjoyed the experience. He finished his big dinner, then took a small jar of light ale, and headed back towards his room. It was on the second floor of the inn, the top floor.
Fumbling with the keys with the jar in one hand, he managed to unlock the door and walked in. The place was already lit with candles, hung on the walls in beautiful, glass-covered candle holders.
Click!
He locked the door behind him, walked over to the table, and placed the jar there. Then, loosening his tunic buttons, he walked into the bedchamber… but he didn't enter.
"If modesty's the game, you've already lost. Go on then, strip the mystery away. Let me get a closer view."
"..."
Wylis looked back towards the main door. He was sure he had locked it. He then looked back at his bed. It was her sitting on the bed's edge, legs crossed, one arm under her breasts, supporting the other's elbow as she pinched her chin to show curiosity.
It was her, the same golden-haired voluptuous woman from Casterly Rock. The one who had been drinking. And as she sat just a few feet away, he was in pure awe. She was indeed, insanely curvy and voluptuous. Not fat, not yet, but she had perfect assets all over. Her face, albeit full, was beautiful, with soft plump lips, big green eyes, and waist-length curly golden hair let loose. Her gown was the same as the day earlier, red, and wide-necked, bodice clung around her waist so tight.
Didn't expect it to be so easy. Who the hell is she?
Wylis smirked and confidently lifted his tunic, taking it all off, and revealing his nude torso like earlier. "The afternoon had me running ragged, my Lady. Reckon I've earned the right to ask your name now?"
"Mmm… You've earned far more than that," she replied and stood up.
She walked closer to him and just like Cersei before, caressed his bare abs and chest. Except, she had far more unrestrained desire in her eyes. Her head just reached the upper limit of his chest, as they all did. Still, she was taller than all the other women he had bedded so far.
God damn! Look at those! They're… so… big!
Wylis was lost in the sight of her round, large tits, fighting to stay contained. And it appeared she liked his hungry look. She liked the height advantage he had.
Her hands caressed his biceps, and then she started walking around him, touching everywhere, his back, his shoulders, and finally, as she stood in front of him again, she reached for his face.
"You are the most beautiful, yet masculine man I've ever laid my eyes on."
"..."
Feels like I'm a zoo animal.
Then, as her soft, noble finger touched his lips, she smiled with the pride of a Lannister, but the hunger of a lioness. She showed him her beautiful, perfect teeth, and stepped closer until the swell of her magnificent chest pressed against him.
"I'm Genna Lannister, Wylis of Winterfell." Genna declared, taking special pride in her family name. "And tonight… I want you on top of me."