It was a contradiction. While she took pride in her name, she was also submitting to him like a submissive whore. Though she was clearly no whore, she was too beautiful and noble for one.
But as Wylis found out her name, he also remembered she was going to turn ugly fat in years to come. Far from her current, plump beauty, and curvyness. Also, she was already married to a Frey.
"My Lady… you're married. What if…"
"Hmph!" Genna snorted, sneered even. "Emmon? That weak manchild? He wouldn't even whimper even if you were to take me, plunder me right before his eyes. Forget that, forget who I am… I need to taste a real man for once, Wylis… I need you tonight."
Wylis considered her words seriously. He knew the rumors that she was likely unfaithful to her husband and her children weren't trueborn. She was betrothed at the age of just seven, after all. To a fucking Frey of all houses.
Wait, can she give me… a bastard without consequences?
"Why? Scared?" Genna, sensing his doubts, pressed her breasts more on his chest and smirked. "Don't tell me, it didn't grow as big as the rest of you?"
"Haha!"
Wylis laughed, full of amusement, then suddenly swept his thick arms around her soft waist, his sheer size enveloping her body like a bear claiming its prey. The difference between them was intoxicating. His strength was overwhelming, and yet the way she melted into it was anything but weak.
Genna was curvy like a feast meant for a king—soft, womanly in every divine sense, a plump beauty that made a man want to devour.
Wylis traced her waist, then let his rough, work-worn hands drop lower, both palms easily spanning the breadth of her hips and clutching them like meat he intended to chew up and swallow. He dragged her closer until her belly mashed against his thick, rising manhood, the blunt pressure undeniable.
"Oh?" Genna felt his erection and gaped.
"Careful, my Lady. If I turn serious, you won't be able to walk for a week." Wylis warned her, teasing her rear with his palms heavily fondling her fat ass, kneading them to his desired shape like playdough.
"Mmmm… Don't… threaten me with a good time." Genna breathed back, moaning her words, squeezing one of her hands between their mushed bodies.
She shoved her hand down the front of his trousers, and her breath paused. Her palm met heat, girth, and something far too thick to wrap her fingers around. She gasped again, louder this time, eyes wide. The shock quickly curled into something shamelessly thrilled.
"Oh~! So you're not just big in body… Umm…" she purred, biting her lower lip while her fingers tried, and failed, to circle his cock. Her wrist twisted slightly, stroking him slowly, reverently, teasingly, the weight and throb of his shaft lighting up her arousal like fire.
His girth twitched in her grasp, already leaking, the sensitive slit at his tip drooling precum into her palm as she teased around it with delicate fingers. The head alone felt like something that could split her open, and she was dizzy with the thought.
But it wasn't just her who felt some wetness. Wylis frowned when he felt something wet against his chest. He looked down and realized it was coming from her breasts. It amused and confused him.
"You're nursing, my Lady?"
As if she woke up from a trance, Genna pulled her hand out of his trousers and stepped away from him. She noticed the wet marks she had left on Wylis' chest. She embarrassingly looked away.
"Can't help it, Wylis. I'm a mother of three, the last one came out just eleven months back," Genna replied, eyeing his face with concern. "You—"
"And that's supposed to deter me?" Wylis smirked, with complete focus and desire, stepped towards her, and wrapped his arms around her hips yet again. He pulled her in harder, stronger, and leaned his face down.
He kissed her like he meant to ruin her, prying hers open with his tongue like he was tasting forbidden fruit. That slithering boneless flesh slid in with purpose, claiming her mouth the way his hands would soon claim the rest of her.
Genna melted against him, her noble form squeezing into his frame like it was built for it. Every part of him felt immovable, unyielding. His chest was like stone, his arms enclosing her with such warmth and power that she no longer felt like a lady, just a woman, trembling in the embrace of a man who knew exactly how to hold her.
She gave in completely, letting his tongue swirl deeper into her mouth while she wrapped her arms tight around his neck. Her lips sucking and sloshing against his, tasting his hunger and returning it with growing need.
It had been so long since anyone had touched her like that; not as a Lannister, not as a wife or a noblewoman, but as a woman made of flesh, of curves and cravings. His hands gripped her like he meant to claim her, sliding up and down her sides and hips with greedy familiarity. Her knees went weak with every squeeze, her thighs already aching to be opened for him.
She remembered the hollow ache of her marriage, a trade made before she bled for the first time, her father's ideological weakness taken advantage of by Walder Frey. And now here she was, wed to a pathetic, balding Frey, not even the heir, just a whelp who barely reached her face and fucked her like a fumbling boy. But this, this man, this brute—was making her legs tremble with nothing but his mouth, and already, she felt more taken than she'd ever been in her wretched marriage.
"Ummmm…" Genna relished the sensations, something she had craved. Finally some real excitement in the pleasure of flesh. Finally, she felt her cunt sop for a man.
This wasn't mere foreplay; this was need erupting through her body, a slick, pulsing hunger deep inside her cunt.
"Ooooh!"
Wylis didn't even break the kiss. With a sudden grunt, he hiked up her gown in one swift, hungry motion and seized her thick, under-thighs, wrapping hands around and hoisting her up like she weighed nothing. Her gasp of surprise was delicious. He could feel the shock in the way she tensed. She had never been lifted like that before, let alone by a man so easily.
His rough hands slid beneath her gown and cupped her bare ass—no smallclothes, just creamy, silky skin and the most luxurious softness he'd ever felt. Her ass was heavy and warm, full and ripe, breedable to him, spreading slightly between his grasping palms as he squeezed each cheek with slow, possessive hunger, keeping her in the air.
It was all planned, at least a little. Wylis somewhat understood Genna. Stuck in a loveless marriage with a man not even half as strong as him. Shitty love life and an even worse sex life. What a woman like Genna wanted the most was a good, hard fuck, and he planned to give her an experience that no other man in Westeros would give her.
She wasn't light like Lyanna or Ashara or even Wenda. But he lifted her with ease. He was hard, in need, and ready to fuck this Lannister woman all night. Better now than when she'd turn too unsightly.
As he kissed her lips, sucking them dry, he carried her to a wall and pushed her back against it. That way he didn't have to lift her fully, freeing his hands a bit to explore her drenched cunt.
Still kissing her, he slid a thick finger down between her thighs and into her pussy, and nearly groaned at the feel.
She was soaked, scorchingly hot, slippery, gushing around his finger as if she'd already peaked once. Her pussy lips clung to his finger like a mouth desperate to suck him inside. She was dripping wet, ready, begging for cock.
Her inner walls milked his finger, her breath coming in desperate whimpers. This wasn't a lady anymore. This was a soaked, aching, leaking woman, desperate to be ruined.
Holy shit! When was her last fuck? She's craving it.
"N-Now… do it!" Genna moaned between the kisses, whimpering in his arms, her legs spread and locked around Wylis' muscular waist. "Like this… take me, Wylis… I need it!"
"You read my mind. But…" Wylis stopped kissing her abruptly, even stopped caressing her pussy. "Tell me first… What happened to Gregor?"
Arms locked around his neck, Genna smirked. "What else? Lost his cock and a ball. All he's got now is a single ball, useless."
"..."
"Hah! Oh, you made my fucking day, my Lady." Wylis roared in delight and used one hand underneath her to shove his breeches down around his thighs, releasing his cock. "Let's see if you handle take me."
"If… you hear—oooh!" She felt his cockhead right at her entrance. "If you hear me complain… I'll do whatever you say."
Seriously? That's great!
That was it. All limiters were erased. He wasn't going to hold back. If she got bruised, so be it.
"Aaaaaaah! Gods!"