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Chapter 112: Saving the Ewe from the Lurking Wolf!**
🕑 Added 2024-08-14 14:00:41 +0000 UTCAs the sun climbed high into the sky, casting a bright, warm light over the shores of Pyke, a guard approached them with a message. The ladies awaited them at the pier, and the air was filled with the promise of an afternoon gathering.
"You must stay the night, Jorah," Damian suggested a friendly insistence in his voice. "It’s best to leave in the morning if you’re keen on it.”
Lord Jorah hesitated, his gaze shifting between Damian and the horizon. “I appreciate the offer, Damian, but we should set sail today. Bear Island has been waiting for us, and my men are eager to return to their families. Perhaps another time.”
Damian nodded, his understanding evident. He understood that Jorah had his own consideration. If Lady Maege had not been so insistent on seeing her daughter, he might not have anchored at Pyke’s shores. Maybe Jorah was equally eager to share the marvels of Bear Island with his bride. Damian doubted she would like them more than a day.
As they reached the pier, the sky was a brilliant expanse of blue, the sea shimmering under the noon sun. The gentle breeze carried the scent of salt and the distant murmur of the waves, mingling with the lively anticipation of the ladies who awaited their arrival.
Dacey was among them, her face lighting up with a broad smile as she saw Damian approaching. Her eyes sparkled with joy, a warm contrast to the chill of the sea breeze that rustled around them. “You’re back, Lord Damian,” she greeted him, her voice brimming with genuine delight.
Damian met her smile with equal warmth, the sunlight casting a golden hue across his features. “Indeed, Dacey. It’s good to see you again. The afternoon is as bright and pleasant as your welcome.”
He then turned to Lady Maege, whose expression seemed to shine even more brightly than usual. “Lady Maege, it’s good to see you again.”
Lady Maege’s eyes softened with warmth. “It is good to see you as well, Lord Damian," then with a knowing smile, she said, "You’ve taken such good care of my daughter. I thank you for that.”
Damian chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “I believe it is the other way around. But let us not dwell on that.”
His gaze shifted to the young woman standing beside Lady Maege. Lady Lynesse Hightower was a striking figure, her youthful beauty accentuated by the flush of excitement on her cheeks. She looked to be in her late teens, a full decade or so younger than Jorah, yet her presence was as captivating as a summer’s day. It was no wonder Jorah had been so smitten. Alas!
“Lady Lynesse, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Damian said with a polite nod, extending his hand for a formal greeting.
Lynesse's cheeks flushed a deeper shade as she took his hand, her smile radiant and somewhat shy. “The pleasure is mine, Lord Damian. I’ve heard so much about you.”
Damian’s smile grew slightly, noticing the delicate blush that coloured Lynesse’s cheeks. The admiration in her eyes was evident, and Damian’s charm seemed to have made an impression.
Jorah, watching the exchange with a barely concealed frown, felt a gnawing unease in his chest. It was as if he were a sheep in a meadow, eyeing a lurking wolf that threatened to steal his prized ewe. The sensation was unwelcome and sharp, pricking at his pride, and stirring a sense of territorial protectiveness.
Damian suddenly took a deliberate step back, his posture relaxed and his expression open. “A great and honorable warrior wed to a southern beauty,” he remarked with a warm smile, “it is as if the gods themselves have orchestrated this match. May your marriage be as enduring as the North's winter and as bright as the summer sun.”
Jorah’s frown eased, a genuine smile breaking across his face at Damian’s heartfelt words. The earlier tension melted away, replaced by a sense of relief and gratitude. He felt a twinge of guilt for his fleeting mistrust, realizing that Damian’s respect and sincerity were evident.
Lynesse also felt extremely happy to be complimented like this.
Damian extended another invitation for them to stay, but like Jorah, Lady Maege insisted on leaving that very day. Bear Island had long been without its lord, and the looming threat of wildlings from the north meant it could not remain unattended, especially with many of its warriors with them.
“You can send your ships next month,” Jorah promised before boarding his ship. “If Lord Stark grants his consent, I see no reason why we cannot secure a shipment of timber for your needs.” Damian had easily convinced Jorah for this agreement as it would bolster Bear Island’s resources and provide much-needed comfort for Jorah’s new bride.
Waving them as they left the Lordsport port, Damian and Dacey also left for Pyke.
. . .
Damian had just shared his plans to journey south, leaving Pyke's iron trade in his wake that too in the middle of getting welcome home blowjob. Dacey, her brows furrowed with frustration, could barely contain her displeasure as she pulled Damian's cock out of her mouth.
“You can’t just come back after nearly a month and then leave again so soon,” she began, her voice laced with a mixture of hurt and indignation but words were cut short when Damian stuffed his cock into her mouth again. It was natural for Dacey to feel dissatisfied but before she could say anymore, Damian plugged her mouth again.
Dacey's eyes, once fiery with frustration, now narrowed as she took in the situation. Despite the physical interruption, her anger persisted. Her teeth clamped down sharply, making Damian wince and pull back, a sharp exclamation escaping his lips.
"Ow, ow, ow!" The pain was immediate, but so was the realization of Dacey's unspoken demands.
“I can’t let you leave so soon,” she said firmly, her grip tightening on his shaft. “If you’re set on going, then you have to take me with you. I won’t be left behind.”
"You know I can't take you with me, I need someone trusted to oversee the administration of Pyke. Anyway, I won't be gone for long. At most, I will go till sunspear, and come back in a month, almost two.
Damian sighed, his hands gently cupping her face as he spoke. “You know I can’t bring you with me. Pyke needs someone I trust to manage its affairs while I’m gone. I promise, I’ll be back before you know it—just a month or two at most. This isn’t permanent.”
Dacey’s gaze softened slightly, but her resolve remained. She knew the responsibilities that bound him to Pyke, but her desire to remain by his side was no less real.
“If you plan to leave tomorrow, then you better make the most of tonight,” she said, her voice low and insistent. She guided him firmly toward the bed, her movements commanding. “I’m not letting you go until morning. You can rest on the ship.”
Damian’s gaze softened, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Don’t worry. I was already planning to fuck you until you can’t even think of leaving this bed for the next couple of days,” he replied, his tone filled with promise.
Dacey’s smirk deepened, a playful glint in her eyes. “You better make good on that promise,” she challenged, her voice a sultry whisper.
Straddling his waist, Dacey rubbed her naked pussy lips along the underside of his hard-on, coating it in her juices before reaching behind. Grabbing his cock by the base, she lined him up against her entrance and slowly dropped on his cock, moaning as his girth stretched her tight inner walls wide open. She shook slightly as she slid further down, taking as much of his cock inside her until she bottomed out, straddling his cock. Looking down, she gave a breathless laugh.
Dacey planted her palms on his chest for support and started to roll her ass on his cock, fucking herself raw over him.
For his part, Damian simply smirked and leaned back, watching the heavenly sight of this curvaceous she-bear bouncing up and down on his cock. Her movements intensified with each slam of her ass, and Damian reached upward with his hands, taking her jiggling orbs of tit-flesh in each hand and squeezing vigorously.
"Ah fuck yes…" she groaned. "Squeeze my tits, my Lord"
Damian eagerly obliged, rolling her nipples under his thumbs as he squeezed her orbs that bounced and trembled within his palms as Dacey bounced eagerly on his cock. Her speed increased, and Damian reached behind her to cup her round arse. Planting his feet on the bed behind her, he lifted his knees and started thrusting upward in tandem with her bounces, fucking her mercilessly.
"Oh by the old Gods! Yesss!" Dacey howled as Damian brutally plowed into her hot, tight depths, slapping his skin against her butt cheeks, feeling them ripple against his hands. Her hands gave away and she dropped forward on his body, smashing her large tits against his chest. Her lips immediately clamped on his in a hungry kiss and Damian eagerly sucked her lower lip as his tongue battled ferociously with hers. He could feel her shaking over him as she moaned into his mouth and he squeezed her round rear to his heart's content, sinking his fingers into the pillowy flesh of her ass as she bucked.
With a high-pitched squeal, Dacey came on his cock. Her whole body seized up as Damian relentlessly thrust inside her. He held her steady over his cock as Dacey rode out her orgasm.
She caught her bearings a few minutes later, kissing him back. Her hands threaded through his hair as she moaned into his mouth. Her body rocked with his powerful thrusts and Damian relished the feeling of her large, perky tits rolling all over his chest. The feeling of her hard, engorged nipples rubbing his chest sent a thrum of pleasure through him.
He felt his climax approaching at a rapid pace, and he grunted as much as to warn her. Instead of pulling away, Dacey clutched him firmly to herself and started to meet his thrusts. Her arms pulled his face into her cleavage, and Damian nibbled on her bare skin before he grabbed her tits and began sucking. She clenched her inner walls around his cock and Damian grunted as he erupted inside her.
The head of his cock expanded, shooting a massive load of his hot, thick seed inside her needy quim, and the feeling sent Dacey over the edge once again. She trembled over him as she moaned and Damian kissed her again.
Finally, his cock shot its final load inside her and he lay back, panting. Dacey breathed heavily as she rested over his front. Her head rested on his chest as Dacey stroked her naked back, squeezing her pert arse every so often.
After giving her enough rest, Damian pushed her to the side and go on top, lining his cock at her entrance once again, "Now, let's start round two."
Dacey’s response was a sultry smile and a nod, her body eagerly responding to his touch as they prepared to dive back into the night’s pleasures.
