The Elixir Hall
Bran coiled his yang energy around his cock. Gooooh! An eerie heat haze rose shimmering from its length.
Watching that huge cock, veins writhing along its shaft, Ygritte felt something strange stir in her chest.
That thing is going inside me?
Chills ran down her spine. It looked like a living, breathing creature all its own — and yet, at the same time, it was so enticing that her heart couldn't stop racing.
Ygritte braced both hands against a great tree and pushed her hips out toward Bran, offering herself up to be taken.
Sway… sway…
Bran swallowed hard as he drank in her figure, as flawless as a breathtaking view.
Gulp.
God, she's absolutely killing me.
Hips that flared out in sweeping, dramatic curves; breasts so full the flesh spilled into view even from behind; abs smooth and tightly honed; skin white as porcelain and glossy as honey.
It would be easy to assume the sword was all upper body, but footwork is only possible with a powerful lower half to match. Ygritte's entire frame carried a balanced, honed beauty, though her thighs in particular were rock-solid to the point of excess.
Bran pressed his cock up against her and ran a hand over the intoxicating line of her hips.
Sliiide.
Soft, creamy skin melted into his palm, and electricity shot through his whole body.
"I'll start the treatment now."
Ygritte blushed, a little shy.
"Yes…"
He drove his cock into her pussy in a single push. Shloop!
Her pussy, meeting a man for the first time in her life, clamped down tight in alarm, so at first his glans could only circle the entrance.
But he kept knocking patiently, again and again, and soon a clear, sticky nectar began to seep from between her legs.
Schlick.
Her pussy grew damp, and the entrance crept open, little by little.
Now!
Shluuump!
At the heavy sensation of penetration, Ygritte threw her head back and cried out.
"Eeek!"
For one blinding instant, her mind went pure white.
This is too intense…!
But Bran only picked up the pace. Slap! Slap! Slap! Her voluptuous body rocked with every thrust.
She spoke as though pleading.
"Young Lord… go a little easier on me…"
And yet, for all her begging, her pussy was adapting fast. Clamp!
This—!
His eyes bulged at the feel of his cock being wrung hard. A legendary pussy! The grip that came from her trained lower body was simply phenomenal.
Claaamp!
Every time his cock plunged in and out, her walls closed around it with a springy squeeze — yet never so dry as to chafe, her arousal flowing like her own natural lubricant. Like a glazed donut, a creamy coating smeared over him with every pump.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Fuck, this feels incredible.
Sex with a 2-Star knight was on an entirely different plane from sex with an ordinary woman. Though it was her first time, her honed body soon found its answers, moving like a practiced whore — the perfect snap of her hips, the optimized roll of her waist, a grip that rose and fell in strength with every stroke. Every movement was pure instinct.
Meanwhile, Ygritte was sinking into an ecstasy every bit as deep as Bran's own.
So THIS is what sex feels like!
The bliss was so overwhelming she could almost regret having shunned men all those years to devote herself to the sword. At least in this moment, she could be honest with her own desires.
"Haaaah! It feels so good, Young Lord!"
This time Bran scooped her voluptuous body up in both arms with ease.
"Oh my—!"
Thanks to the steady strength gains from all his level-ups, it cost him nothing at all. Shloop!
"Eeeeek!"
His thick cock began to caress her depths, sweeping through her innermost core with a delicious rush.
Shloop! Shloop! Shloop!
Wrapping both arms around Bran's neck, clinging to him, Ygritte screamed.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! It's so good!"
Facing each other, the two shared a kiss. Sweet tongues entwined, and without caring who had started it, they devoured one another. Chup! Mwah-mwah!
Her lower lips and her upper lips clamored at the same time, each demanding to be satisfied, and her eyes rolled back entirely.
"Eeeiiigh! Eegh!"
She felt a torrent burst from deep inside her pussy. Spluuurt!
The downpour left Bran's lower half soaked through, but neither of them had any thought of stopping.
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
The slick walls gripped him all the more deliciously now, and nectar pooled at the crest of her plump ass, dripping down in fat drops.
"Ahh, it's so good, Young Lord! Please, give me your cock deeper!"
His thick glans hammered against her most secret depths. Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Ahh! Too deep! Eeeeeek! Eeeeek!"
Her once-composed face had crumbled away entirely, leaving behind only a female in heat, drowned in pleasure. That lewd expression turned him on all the more, and the urge to release came surging up his spine.
Bran drove his cock in to the hilt without restraint — and fired, hard.
"Ugh!"
Spurt… gush-gush…
Ygritte felt something hot pouring into her depths.
Ahh, it's warm! I feel so full!
The yang energy carried in his seed seeped into her womb, and warmth began spreading through her whole body. Even the last lingering chill melted away without a trace.
Ygritte collapsed to the ground, her entire frame trembling. By the time the darkness had lifted, dawn was already breaking, and her naked body, bared in the growing light, held an allure all its own.
Damn. Her body really is something else.
Beside them lay the severed head of the snake, resting there as if watching over the scene.
Then—
Ding.
[ Mission Complete. ]
[ Reward Granted. ]
[ Level Up! ]
[ 50 Coins Awarded. ]
Just as Bran was smiling in satisfaction at the message floating in midair, Ygritte — her senses recovered at some point — drew close and kissed him. Mwah. Chu-chu.
With a sultry smile, she rubbed her pussy against his cock.
Bran said, a little flustered,
"You want to go again? I think we could take a breather."
But she threw herself at him with abandon, like an entirely different person from the woman she'd been before they'd slept together.
"No one's going to appear out here anyway. Come now — just one more time."
Ygritte pushed Bran down onto the ground, the grass around them rustling flat, then climbed on top of him and slammed her wide hips down without mercy.
Shloop!
"Eeek!"
Head thrown back, eyes closed, she gave herself up to the pleasure, repeating the rise and fall again and again. Before long her hips were rolling with practiced skill. Slap! Slap! Slap!
The shape of his cock sliding in and out of her stood out plainly against her taut stomach.
Did I… just wake a sleeping lion?
Bran found himself a little afraid of Ygritte.
It was well past noon by the time Bran returned to the family estate with Ygritte.
"See you later, Ygritte."
Perhaps because she'd spent the whole night deliciously stuffed with his huge cock, a contented flush and a smile refused to leave Ygritte's face.
"Yes, Young Lord. Until next time."
Bran headed for the family Elixir Hall. When he opened the door and stepped inside, the place was busier than he'd expected — elixirists bent over their desks busily writing, or locked in heated debate.
They said there was nothing to do around here. Clearly that wasn't the whole story.
Experimental apparatus cluttered every desk, and the shelves were crammed full of research records.
First, Bran made his way to the supplies office to return the Harmony Furnace.
"I'm here to return the Harmony Furnace."
The manager received it with practiced ease and made an entry in his ledger.
"Yes, Young Lord Bran. Return confirmed."
Bran looked around before asking,
"I heard the Elixir Hall had been rather quiet lately, but this looks busier than I expected?"
The manager answered with a kindly smile.
"As you know, the price of elixir ingredients has shot clean through the roof these days, so production has all but ground to a halt. But we couldn't very well sit on our hands forever, could we? So everyone is devoting themselves to the theoretical research they'd been putting off all this time."
"Ah, research into elixirs…"
Bran nodded as though he found it quite interesting.
"Might I have a look at the research as well, then?"
The manager's face clouded with puzzlement, caught off guard.
Young Lord Bran's elixir grades were the lowest in the hall, as I recall…? Then why is he feigning interest?
But he quickly buried the thought and answered with courteous warmth.
"Why even ask, my lord? Everything the family possesses belongs to the Starks. Do as you please."
"Thank you."
The interior of the Elixir Hall was more spacious than it had first appeared. Herbs of every kind were arranged in tidy order, and the elixirists peered into their experimental cauldrons, analyzing this and that.
But the moment Bran headed for the room where the research records were kept, a few of them began stealing sideways glances at him.
Tch. What would the good-for-nothing young lord understand just by looking?
He'll skim a page or two and wander off — why does he have to be such a distraction?
Ignoring their stares, Bran walked to the shelves and opened one of the records. Its pages were packed densely with the methods of elixir crafting — most of it unfinished research, or problems no one had managed to crack.
But as Bran turned the pages, one thing became clear…
…I can understand this!
The intricately tangled formulas and principles resolved themselves into crystal-clear order inside his head.
All I've ever learned is basic elixir craft… and yet I can decipher research at this level?
Bran's eyes flashed sharp.
Without hesitation, he took up a blank sheet of paper and a pen, and began writing out the solution to a formula the elixirists had been racking their brains over for months. Scratch, scratch. In the quiet hall, the only sound was the nib scraping across paper.
Watching from a distance, one of the elixirists let out a hollow laugh.
"What is that? Is Young Lord Bran planning to dabble in research all of a sudden?"
Another snorted in reply.
"Leave him be. He'll grow bored and wander off soon enough. That formula is a wall we've all been banging our heads against for months — as if it'll be solved just because that useless young master sticks his nose in."
But Bran's hand never stopped.
He unfolded the equations without a single hitch, pointing out the errors in the established theory and laying out new solutions one after another.
And at last, he slid the paper bearing his conclusion across to the elixirists.
"What do you say to solving it like this?"
In an instant, a heavy silence settled over the Elixir Hall.
Then a stir of disbelief began to ripple outward like a stone dropped into still water.