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GOT: The Golden Lion 24: The Sultress, The Trojan, The Lion
🕑 Added 2024-09-07 18:22:53 +0000 UTCFuck honor. Only victory matters.
Such were the words that Bronn abided by. In his own words, a good fighter was the one with his lungs still breathing. So, he taught the same to the almost four thousand Unsullied soldiers of Joffrey's Golden Legion.
It had been two weeks since the execution of the Tyrells. The preparations for the campaign to Highgarden were at its peak. The ravens reached far and beyond, revealing every lord what had transpired, and what was to come next.
The entire Reach immediately recognized Lord Redwyne as the next Lord Paramount and cut their ties with House Tyrells. Everyone knew that this time the Lions and the Stags were going to march together. No one wanted to die trying to save a sinking ship.
Surprisingly, the Citadel condemned the King for spilling noble blood. The conclave made it known to all their displeasure.
Joffrey ignored the old fools, knowing their displeasure arose from having a Red Priestess inside the Red Keep. To him, she was worth a lot more than them, for she knew how to pleasure him with that mouth of hers.
Just as she was doing it right at that very moment.
Inside the King's Solar, while Joffrey sat in his seat, under his table was Melisandre with his throbbing, rigid cock sunk deep in her throat. Her magnificent, pale breasts dangled freely, already red with the marks of Joffrey's palm, having had his fun with them before Tyrion entered the room.
"Your Grace, our Royal Fleet is almost finished. Just a few more nails, a couple of bribes, and perhaps a prayer or two, and we’ll have ourselves a proper armada." Tyrion reported and laid the papers flat on the table.
"Hmm…" Joffrey hummed. It wasn't easy to have your life sucked out of your cock by a Red whore and also have important discussions. But, he tried his best. "How are my coffers?"
"Not empty, but not exactly full either. The city is earning well, and the taxes from across the realm are reaching in time, but your plans are too broad and are draining gold faster than a Lannister at a brothel." Tyrion answered, but he didn't have an ounce of frustration. Instead, he smirked. "Though if it’s any comfort, I suspect our worries about gold will soon be moot."
Joffrey chuckled at that. "All thanks to our magnanimous Tyrell frie-ugh–"
"Your Grace!" Tyrion flinched and leaned forward. "Are you alright?"
"I am… I am fine, Uncle." Joffrey smiled. He just felt Melisandre take both his balls in her mouth at the same time and play with them with his tongue. All the while her soft hand stroked him, a finger pressing atop the knob.
Joffrey could not straighten his expression, so he gestured to Tyrion with his eyes, pointing towards the table. He smiled proudly and shrugged.
Tyrion knew what a man looked like having his cock suckled. He smirked a little and gestured back, asking who it was.
Joffrey thought about it momentarily and then stared at the fiery torch on the side, on the wall. Then, he looked towards the ceiling, acting as if he was praying.
Fire and praying. Tyrion instantly understood who it was. He felt a little envious also since Melisandre was indeed a beauty worth battling for. With her fine figure, ashen skin, striking red eyes, and hair, she was the embodiment of a woman worth sacks of gold.
"Must be pleasurable, thrilling, and exciting." Tyrion started, grinning. He meant it for Melisandre sucking the cock. But he changed the subject instantly. "To soon win Highgarden and all its fertile lands."
Joffrey relaxed back in his seat, shamelessly spreading his legs so Melisandre could pleasure him better. He even looked down and loved the sight. Her red hair was a mess at that point, her face full of sweat that had trickled down to her dangling tits.
She must be exhausted by now. Joffrey thought. He didn't pity her, however. Pleasuring him was her sole job in the Red Keep. So what if she had to suck his cock for an hour without stopping.
He had learned to control his release by now. So, unless it was a woman that extremely aroused him, he could easily control his release for an hour or so. He tried his best to ignore what Melisandre actually looked like, but that very fact helped against her.
Hah, keep sucking, you red whore. Your god will be pleased, I'm sure.
"Uncle, heed me well while I'm gone. You wear the Hand's pin, so rule as I commanded. I've warned you of what might come, so keep your wits sharp. I can't share all my schemes with you, but know this—our march on Highgarden is only the first stroke of the sword." Joffrey resumed the main business. "Stay alert against Varys."
"I never trusted him," Tyrion said with a wry smile. "He’s got more secrets than I have wine bottles. But worry not, Your Grace. The city adores you, and the realm is positively swooning over the peace you've delivered."
"That leaves us Dorne,"
"They’ve always been a stubborn lot, but I imagine they'll come around, Your Grace."
"I hope so." Joffrey pondered deeply over that. He had sent Oberyn's dead body home with much flamboyance. He now only hoped they wouldn't react foolishly.
Just then, Tyrion slid back his chair and stood up. He glanced at the table once and then sighed. "Your Grace must have far more pressing matters at hand than the pleasure of my company. I'll take my leave."
"You're right about that, Uncle." Joffrey held back his chuckle and flexed his cock just in time as he felt Melisandre driving his length deep into her throat.
Thud!
Soon enough, Tyrion left and the door was shut whole.
Once again alone, Joffrey further relaxed in his seat, even folding his arms behind his back. He stared at Melisandre tiredly huffing in her pursuit of his royal batter. Her complete attention was fixed on his shaft, staring at it in a trance-like state, eyes half open.
Her tight, o-shaped lips went up and down across his length, from the very base to the tip, while her hand played with his balls. Her sole purpose at that moment was to pleasure the King till release.
At that moment, the very reason she lived was to please her Azor Ahai.
"Almost there!" Joffrey felt his hips rise up involuntarily. Almost an hour had passed, and he had other matters to focus on. So, he stopped controlling himself. "M-ugh… Make sure you don't spill!"
"Umm…" Melisandre accepted the command. She took more liberty and lifted herself higher on her knees. That way, she drove down onto his length, twisting her head left and right at the same time. She used her second hand to stroke his length right under the movement of her heavenly lips.
"Hgh!" Joffrey grunted. He used to feel ashamed of grunting. But now, he didn't care. There was no place for shame when fucking a whore's mouth. "Yes! Right there!"
Joffrey gripped her tousled red hair, twisting it around his fist with both his palms. Then, he slammed her face down on his cock as if her throat was endless. He grinned at the sight of his cock disappearing inside her, and right then he exploded with the frenzy of that trickling pleasure through the passage.
It felt like heaven. So warm inside, so slippery and tight. He felt his balls drain out everything he had accumulated, the virile nectar forming blobs of stickiness in her throat. He did it so rough because he knew Melisandre would welcome it.
Despite having his sizable cock jammed in her throat, he failed to notice any gagging or choking. Rather, her sultry, tired eyes stared up at his face, as if mocking him to do more. To do his worst.
"Ugh!" Joffrey pulled her hair harder against himself and never let go. He felt her trying to swallow his load, which made that tight throat even tighter as her muscles contracted. "Seven hells! You're good!"
Slowly, as he felt his cock losing its tightness, he released her hair and fell back in the chair, satisfied and spent. He watched Melisandre slowly pull his length out, but she never popped out all of him. Instead, she caught her breath for a short moment before starting to suck him, lick him, and shower his entire shaft with her spit until he was clean.
Couldn't have the King waste his time going to the privy just to clean his cock, after all.
This wasn't the first time for Melisandre. She was used to pleasuring the King by now. So, once she made sure he was clean, she used her own gown to wipe him dry, and then tucked his flaccid length into his breeches.
"Well done, Melisandre," Joffrey praised, shoving his chair back with a scrape. He leaned back, his lips twisting into a smirk as he brought his knees together, tapping his lap with a commanding hand. "Sit."
Quickly, Melisandre wiped her mouth and face with her clothes before standing up. Then, she tried to slide back her breasts in the wide-necked red gown.
"Leave them be," Joffrey commanded. "I can use some… warm distraction."
Melisandre halted instantly and stepped to the side of Joffrey's chair. In a practiced motion, she slid backward, landing her plump bottom on his lap. As the king supported her back with one arm, she leaned closer against his chest, her face close to the side of his cheek. She could feel the bump of his loins under her ass, so she wriggled herself a little to tuck it between her asscheeks.
Ah, all you red-haired whores. So obedient. Joffrey felt her warm body against himself. With the free hand, he captured her breasts instantly and squeezed them, pinching the tight, small nipples with the perfect, small, round areolas.
"Your Grace said this is merely the beginning?" Melisandre inquired as she began to kiss Joffrey's neck. She was permitted to do that much as long as she stayed away from the lips.
Joffrey continued to twist her mounds to his need as if toys for him to play with. "Tell your people in Tyrosh and Lys to start poisoning the pond. Once I have secured Highgarden, I will commence the expansion. Ensure that I encounter minimal resistance, but take care not to reveal your people's involvement in this."
"Ummh~" She stopped kissing and licking his earlobe. "This will be a grand victory to R'hllor."
"No doubt about that," Joffrey replied and stopped fondling her. "Start immediately."
Melisandre got the message and quickly left his lap. This time she made herself look proper and combed her hair with her fingers. Once sure of her looks, she nodded at the king and left the room quietly.
Joffrey sighed and pulled the chair closer to the table. He picked the quill and started writing immediately. For the first time he was experiencing such a large-scale war, and it surprised him how much preparation it took before even lifting the first sword.
But knowing that it all benefited him greatly in the end, all work felt like nothing. He spent hours at his solar before standing up and heading out. It was time for his daily training, one thing he really didn't want to stop anymore.
The only thing that truly scared him now was death.
"Oh, here goes my loyal, 'first female Knight'" Joffrey saw Arya walking past him in the hallway, her needle sword at her waist.
Arya sneered at him and looked away, hastening her footsteps.
Joffrey chuckled to himself and continued. Seeing Arya suddenly made him remember Catelyn and all those nights he spent fucking her. "I crave her taste for some reason… Ah, she must be lactating right now."
As the impression of Catelyn's ripe body with her full breasts appeared in his mind, he couldn't help but have some truly unholy thoughts. He thought of all three Stark women—bare and spread on one large bed side by side, on their backs, knees wide open, tits full of oozing nectar.
"Ugh." He scratched his crotch and fixed his rising erection. "Oh, I love being the King."
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Winterfell.
"Aaaah!"
Catelyn Stark cried in pain on a cold night. Men of the Golden Legion kept the entire Winterfell castle tightly secured and under control. Not a single man without their permission could enter or leave. Calling it a fortress was a better word.
That night, the security was tighter. A lone midwife was brought in from outside.
A few hours later, that same night, Catelyn Stark gave birth. A healthy boy with hair the color of brown and red.
"Cregan… Cregan Stark." Catelyn proclaimed the name of the boy.
No matter the circumstances or the secrecy, she cherished the new life born to her. In her eyes, this meant House Stark was not yet finished. Even if she had to lie for that and claim him as Robb Stark's bastard.
Thud!
Right then, the Golden Legion commander entered the chamber and took the Midwife away. Her life was forfeited the moment she stepped into that castle. She just didn't know it. Joffrey was magnanimous, however, and at least awarded five Gold Dragons to the dead midwife's family.
Nothing was new. All those plans had been made the moment Joffrey planned to leave Winterfell on his last visit.
The king had no idea he had a new son. But his plans went according to his will, which was likely to bring him more joy.
The final nail had been hammered.
House Stark had a new owner.
Not the Wolf, not the Fish, it was the Lion hidden in the distant shadow.
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Fleabottom, Kingslanding.
Clank!
A coin was tossed into the bowl of a man sitting at the side of the narrow street. Fleabottom was no longer filthy or smelly as it used to be. But it remained the dwelling of the poorest and the corrupt.
Amongst them, there was Edmure Tully. The Lord to be of Riverrun. His clothes were torn, his body dirty, and his hair a little longer. The spark was gone from his eyes as he begged for any coin that came his way.
"Get up."
Edmure looked up. "U-Uncle!"
Ser Brynden Tully glared at his nephew with a cold, disdainful smile. With a rough grip, he seized the man by the nape and lifted him off his feet. "Is this all you could manage? I asked you to survive whilst I sought the gold, and you chose to degrade yourself into a fucking beggar?"
Edmure almost cried. "I couldn't find work."
"Seven Hells." Ser Brynden tiredly sighed. "So that's it? The only talent you have is to go twenty thousand gold in debt fucking whores?"
"Seven Hells," Ser Brynden Tully muttered with a weary sigh. "Is that all you got? The sole skill you boast is drowning twenty thousand gold into debt whilst bedding whores?"
"I-I have been wronged, Uncle. They entrapped me." Edmure pleaded his case. The same thing he had said the last time.
"You're still denying it? Did you not bed whores and drink expensive wine that night?"
"I-I did but-but I didn't know they were so expensive."
"Ah, you ignorant fool. All that matters is that you fucked and drank without a coin to your name. You’ve condemned House Tully and our forebears' legacy to ruin! Come with me now, we're going to the King to seek his aid. I couldn't gather that much gold."
"N-No!" Edmure tried to free himself from his Uncle's grip. "N-No! Please, we can't! The entire realm will find out if we go there!"
But Brynden continued to pull him. "You will stow that arrogance and grovel before him if need be, boy. I’ve exhausted all other means to save you. The war's end took with it our wealth, and I have no coin left to settle your debts."
"But I'm a Lord!"
"Should've thought that before shoving your cock in the city's most expensive whore."
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As the many pieces moved as per Joffrey's plans, he kept himself busy with his duties.
A mere day away from beginning his march towards Highgarden, he poured himself into training his skills as much as he could. Of course, he didn't plan on fighting on the frontlines, but knowing how to defend was the most basic need.
But he was alone that day, silently swinging his sword and working on his footwork. Thanks to Cersei, he had never really trained with seriousness. A fault for which he was paying now.
"Your Grace."
Joffrey stopped abruptly and lowered his sword. Shirtless, sweating profusely, he looked towards the entrance to his private arena. A natural smile formed on his lips since he had invited her himself.
Why? I already feel drawn to her. He asked himself while sizing up the shapely, curvaceous woman with olive skin and thick black hair. Her long, figure-hugging regal gown left too much on display on her chest, and the deep cleavage was a valley he very much wanted to shove his face in.
"Lady Taena." Joffrey greeted her. "How have you been?"
The Myrish woman let out a throaty laugh and walked right into the open, round arena with a layer of sand on the ground. Showing her white teeth, she spoke with an accented voice that felt sultry on its own.
"Wonderful, Your Grace. I was eagerly waiting to see you again, so I might express my deepest gratitude for the exceptional care you afforded me during my stay."
She wants it. This will be too easy. Joffrey could see she was ready to let him have his way. Let's play a little first.
"I'm glad you like it," Joffrey said with a smug smile, running his fingers through his luxurious hair. "I'll be departing for Highgarden on the morrow, so I deemed it prudent to see you before I take my leave."
"How very considerate of you, Your Grace. I am most honored by your attention." Taena replied, locking her large dark eyes with his. Oh, how she could see the desire in his eyes whenever his gaze landed on her dark, full lips, or bellow at her prized mounds.
She knows. Joffrey wasn't blind to the hints. She wanted him to take the first step. But how could he as the King? A whore should know her place, after all.
"Do you know how to wield a sword, my Lady?" He asked.
Taena smiled brightly at that. "I do, but not this one, Your Grace."
Hah, this woman makes my loin tickle. Joffrey raised his hand with the sword, showing the hilt to her.
"Then let me have the honor."
Taena stepped closer and took the sword in her hand. It was heavy, so she had to use both her arms. "It's heavy, and very… big."
Joffrey walked behind her, being easily a head taller. Although she was more busty, he easily reached around her shoulders and wrapped his palms around her fist holding the sword. In that process, he pressed all of his naked, sweaty chest and abdomen against her back. "A firm grip is the foundation of swinging and thrusting a sword."
"Then, please show me how you thrust it, Your Grace."
Seven fucking hells! Her tongue's the definition of sin itself. Joffrey had never met such a sultry woman before. Even the whores of Chataya's brothel felt normal. Yet, with Taena, there was a sense of nobility, a guilty pleasure, a taboo that she was a noblewoman.
"Later," he whispered and tightly hugged her from behind. He was already hard, so he didn't hide it and gently pressed his erection on her amazing, round, soft as feather ass. "Now, try to swing it a little—Up and down."
She's so soft. He felt her rather shamelessly. The woman was made of sin, as if. Her muscles were lost, and all the flesh she had all over her body was as if feather. No wonder even Mother fucked her in that life.
This time, he wanted to claim her for himself.
"Ah, this is so tiring," Taena muttered and pressed her hips back against his erection.
Joffrey knew he needed to move on, so he changed the topic. "I hope my sweat doesn't bother you, My Lady."
"No-oh." She moaned for some reason. "This is the scent of a… mighty king. I rather like it."
She knows what I want to hear. A Myrish whore indeed. Joffrey stopped holding her hand and retracted his arms. He landed both his palms on her seductive waist and felt her form curve like an hourglass. He gripped her there and grounded his covered shaft harder.
Clank!
"So tiring." Taena abruptly dropped the sword and turned around. So close, she practically hugged Joffrey's chest, squeezing her wonderful breasts on him. She looked up at his face like a damsel in distress. "Please don't mind if I lean on you, Your Grace."
Joffrey didn't mind at all as that allowed him to move his palms from her waist to feel her round ass. It felt majestic, something to crave on such a fine day. He kept staring down at her face that whole time.
Ugh, let's taste those dark lips before she sullies them with my cock.
"You're beautiful, my Lady. Like a breath of spring amid the bitter chill of winter. Fresh and… soft."
Taena leaned in, her hands browsing his bare chest, and let a soft laugh escape her lips. “And truly, you are the Stag and the Lion I had anticipated, Your Grace. Strong, handsome, and most undeniably… big.”
She did feel his needy erection pulsating against her lower belly.
With a chuckle, she chose to give him a tease. So, she moved one hand and slid it down between their tightly squeezed bodies. She captured his cock promptly, feeling it outside his breeches. Its size, length, and girth, she squeezed it like a hungry vixen having found her prey.
"Um-hum… Undeniably."
She started it. There's no stopping now.
Joffrey decided to stop running around the circles. In silence, he lowered his face slowly, aimed at her full lips.
Taena anticipated and lifted her face, giving him more direct access to her lips.
"Umh~" She cooed.
Joffrey closed his eyes and felt her soft maw against his own. They felt amazing, like a warm, polished marble with a hint of witness. He could swear he tasted spice somewhere there and loved it.
Oh, I love being the king.
There was no doubt to him why Taena was so voluntarily eager to spread her cunt for him. All men were born with a cock, but a few were worth more than the others, and his was the most desired, and prized in the Seven Kingdoms.
Very quickly Joffrey drove into her mouth and the soft kiss turned into a heated, intense tug of war between their tongues. Coiling together, tasting her lively breath. He didn't know how but everything about her screamed 'pleasure'.
However, there was a limit. He held no emotional connection with her so the kiss became boring quickly. So, he let her play around and start kissing around his lips. Slowly, Tanea went lower to his jaw, and then nestled her face under his chin, practically licking his neck in long slides.
What's she doing? I'm sweating.
"Umh… So… Sweet and salty." Taena murmured and shamelessly licked Joffrey's nipple. "Oh, addicting. More! I want to taste you more, Your Grace."
Joffrey said nothing and let her touch him anywhere she wanted. He enjoyed it very much and was interested to see where she'd go next.
"Yes~"
She exhaled deeply and fell to her knees suddenly, unbothered by the sand under her knees or that they were standing in the middle of the arena.
I can get used to this. Finishing training with a nice, tight mouth around me. He thought about it for a moment as he let Taena lower his breeches. Arya and Val will do.
Just then, he felt Taena's hand reach in and grip his shaft. Although her hands were big, they weren't big enough to wrap around his girth that easily. She squeezed him and felt his throbs with glee.
"Big indeed." She murmured and licked him. Slow, long, drooling, from his drooping balls to the base of his shaft, and then the tip, where she kissed him gently. She did that from each side, coating him with her spit slowly, making a mess that started to become visible.
It felt like real heaven. Under the sky, in an open arena. So shameless and exciting.
However, Joffrey felt more excited by a sudden realization. He looked down at her beautiful, olive face and silently admired her.
Joffrey couldn't remember when was the last time he bedded a noblewoman just for the sake of his pleasure and desire. With Sansa, there was a reason attached. Same for Catelyn, Cersei, Margaery, Arya, and even Val to a degree. Yet, Taena was amongst the first who made him lustful in such a way.
I'll keep this one then.
"Agh!" Joffrey roughly grunted at the first plunge of her tight lips on him. Her soft lips broke the dam of his self-control in an instant. Every touch of her tongue made his balls tickle with joy and desire to spill.
Not enough. I need more.
Taena went a step further and wrapped her arms around Joffrey's hips. With her palms spread on the King's ass, she pulled his hips into herself while also shoving her mouth on his lengthy cock. She fucked her face with his shaft, taking him deep with each self-earned thrust.
Can't! I can't hold it anymore.
"Let's… Go to my bedchamber." Joffrey ordered.
Taena gave him a very deep and lasting suckle before pulling him out and looking up. "You can have me right here, Your Grace. On this soft sand."
He liked that idea, but he shook his head. "Once won't be enough, My Lady."
"Oh!" She exclaimed and stood up quickly, keeping one hand tightly clutched on his cock. "Let's go then, Your Grace."
With his very cock she pulled him along behind, giggling to herself.
Joffrey failed to stop himself initially and followed behind. He knew he was soon going to dominate her in the bed, but this approach from her was exciting.
Taena knew her limits and released her grip once she arrived near the door. She leaned down and pulled his breeches herself and then tucked his hungry cock in.
"Lead the way, Your Grace."
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Clack!
Joffrey locked the door of his bedchambers and turned around. He stared at the older woman with an unending sexual thirst.
"No." Joffrey stopped her when she tried to kneel to pleasure him. "That won't do anymore."
"Of course, Your Grace." Taena stood back up and let the King approach her.
He traced her body with his hands. From her hips to her waist, then her soft belly, and the covered breasts. Finally, his hands landed on her naked shoulders, and her full-sleeved gown was too revealing.
She's the same age as them yet so much better.
He remembered Cersei and Catelyn had started to show the signs of their age due to excessive stress. Besides, Catelyn and Cersei also had their names to rely on. But Taena maintained her beauty for she knew it defined her worth.
"Don't mind if I–"
Trrr~!
Joffrey suddenly clenched her gown from the shoulder and put some force. He easily tore it apart down her front in two pieces, leaving it in tatters, hanging around her waist. Her smallclothes covered her breasts still, but loosely.
"So strong, Your Grace." Taena entertained his desires.
He liked tearing apart the clothes of women he wanted to bed. It made him feel like he was unwrapping a gift—A gift that he owned—Forever to be his.
He continued to tear the rest of her dress apart. As soon as the tear went past her waist, the rest of it came loose and sank around her long, smooth legs. He knew he was going to enjoy this at the first sight of her nakedness.
But this wasn't enough, so he stepped back a little and ordered. "Take the rest off, my Lady."
"With pleasure, Your Grace."
Quickly, Taena pushed down her smallclothes, starting with those hiding her coveted cunt. She slanted forward and pushed it down, finally stepping out. Then, standing straight, she freed her breasts.
"Gorgeous," Joffrey exclaimed once he had her completely bare. A true work of hard, he could proudly declare. She was not one of those slim, lithe young girls. No, this was a real woman in the prime of her beauty—large bust, round, and gravity-defying, tight dark nipples that hypnotized him almost.
That lone golden piece of jewelry around her neck defined her allure more.
She didn't have a flat belly, but not fat either. Her curves were perfect in all ways, invoking nothing but his sexual desire.
Joffrey didn't wait anymore and pushed down his breeches as well. Quickly, he stood as naked as her, his cock flung straight, throbbing with hardness challenging a sword. He rushed towards her and gripped her amazing breasts immediately.
So bloody soft!
"Ah!" Taena moaned when Joffrey suddenly leaned forward and took one of her tight nipples in his mouth. He suckled hard and squeezed his lips tight. Enough that she instinctively caught his head softly.
I can do this while shoving myself in her too. He thought and stopped suckling her breasts. He began to push her slowly until she felt the bed's edge against her calves.
Taena smiled and fell back on her own. As she landed, the bed squeaked, and her breasts jiggled like jelly. No, her entire body rippled like it was made of clouds.
Oh, how much I will savor this.
"Slide back." He said and watched Taena slowly beckon herself until her head landed on the pillow. He kept staring at the junction of her thighs, and the brown petals that were calling him to invade.
"Take me, Your Grace." Taena invited, spreading her thighs wide. "I'm ready."
She was, evident by the steamy, damp glint on her entrance.
Joffrey felt her amazing legs with his hands. Smooth and soft enough that his fingers sank in the flesh. The further up he went the softer it became where he eventually stopped as he had raised her thighs up until her knees touched her luscious breasts.
He looked down at the long slit, the cave of wonders that felt hot just from one look. While not the most beautiful he had ever seen, he felt it was calling for him to take a lick, and he felt enticed enough to do it. But, his cock's desire was to drown in her warmth, so he postponed the tasting for the next time.
"Slow?"
"L-Like a lion," Taena murmured back.
What does that mean?
He had no clue, so he just decided to shove it in with no attention to decorum or shame. He just wanted to be inside her and it was all that mattered.
Keeping Taena's back arched, thighs pressed up, knees to her tits, he lined his greedy length on her entrance. At first, he teased with his bulging purple knob, testing the waters with a quick dip. Then, for the second time, he slowly slid in, continuously, more and more. She wasn't as tight as Sansa, but enough to make him crave to sink deep.
He pressed down on her olive body with his weight and kept shoving his need until he felt her sticky heat on his pelvis and balls. All in, to the hilt, and it was the most wonderful sensation—her insides constantly squeezed him, and the slippery folds of her flesh teased his climax already.
Gods—This is addicting.
He looked down at her gaping mouth. He chuckled and pulled himself back slightly before driving back in. It seemed she loved it, staring at him with her dreamy eyes. Perhaps this was what she meant by 'like a lion'. Unrestrained fucking, for a lion needs no direction.
"Aaaah! So, deep, Your Grace. So… I missed this." She moaned with true pleasure.
Joffrey weighed down more on her and leaned forward. He let go of her legs and let her spread them herself while he focused on her amazing tits. He lowered his face right away and took them in his mouth, all the while he roughly thrust in her satisfying cunt.
"Mmmm… yes, yes, yes! You're, aaah! So good at this! Oh, oooh!"
Joffrey listened to her mewls and hastened his drives. There was no sense of control in him, so as soon as he felt her insides churning him in her own climax, he let go of his too. Both of them, at the same time, came.
Finishing inside her was risky. But when he looked at her, he couldn't stop himself. She was as if made to be bred. But that didn't matter to him. What concerned him was to draw his deepest pleasure from her body.
There was more for her to lose than gain by being a mother to his bastard. Her benefit was only in being his desired whore.
"Ugh!" Joffrey pumped himself dry inside her with no mind. Not once did he stop thrusting as he knew he was far from done. The primal lust had awakened long ago, and he knew he could last longer.
"Oooooh!" Taena came on his cock and lost strength for a moment. Her head sank back into the pillow, too tired and aroused. Her soft belly ripped with her gasping throbs. She felt utterly stretched by his cock, a size she had long forgotten could even claim her.
Oh yes, she could get used to this, she thought.
"N-Not done!" Joffrey roared.
"I-I'm… All yours!" She declared.
Joffrey liked hearing that and kissed her neck, laying his body on her breasts, feeling her skin-to-skin. "For how long?"
"H-How long do you desire… ah-me?"
"A long time." He declared.
Taena arched her back, too sore in her loins that his thrusting made her lose it for good. "Y-Yes."
"I'll own you." He warned.
"Yo-ugh already do! You are-ah the king! You own everything! Ooooh!"
He really liked the sound of it.
"Then…" Joffrey pulled himself back and sat on his knees. He then made Taena turn sideways while he kept one of her thighs between his legs, pressed down. He raised her other leg, landing it on his shoulder.
Taena propped herself on one shoulder to accommodate his desire. But feeling so stretched, she moaned non-stop. Her lush dark hair was beautifully draped sideways, and her golden necklace dangled on her neck. Her breasts squeezed one against another, and just then Joffrey's thrusting resumed.
"Say it then," Joffrey demanded, pressing her raised leg down with his chest, stretching her cunt more while he kept sliding in and out with his once again throbbing cock. He reached for her face with one hand and pressed her lips with a thumb. "Say it!"
"I am…" She spread her tongue out and let Joffrey press it, play with it. "I h-am your… Sh-lut!"
Joffrey smirked and rammed harder. "For how long?"
His thumb made it hard for her to speak clearly.
"Fo-h-ever!"
A fine, obedient thing. Joffrey had no delusions. He knew Taena was not Sansa. He knew Taena was doing all this just for her own benefit, and he held no delusions of ever subduing her as he had Sansa.
No, this was a mere consensual plaything. A fine addition to his collection.
"Drink the tea," Joffrey ordered her, feeling his second, and likely the last climax approaching.
"Yes!"
That was it. Joffrey tipped over, almost falling forward. He flexed himself, clenching his ass as he felt his cock squeeze itself tight and shudder inside her warmth. He didn't know if she had her second or third climax already, too focused on his own.
"Oh! That's good!" Joffrey murmured and lost himself to the pleasure. A fine gift to himself for winning the Reach. He emptied himself in her tight cunt, filling her to the brim like a goblet waiting for wine.
He felt the warmth of his own spill as he continued to thrust for a while longer. It was amazing to bed her, and he knew there was a lot more to explore on Taena than what he knew right now.
Can't wait to return.
"Huh." He finally relaxed back, letting Taena spread her legs straight. He roughly landed adjacent to her, panting but thoroughly satisfied. "Good… that was good."
"It was, Your Grace," Taena murmured back, also panting. "N-Next time, let me do the… honors."
"Sounds wonderful."
For a long time, both of them stayed on the bed, catching their breath. It was close to evening by then, so they felt no rush to move. He graciously welcomed Taena's soft frame in his cuddling warmth.
What else can you bring to the table? He pondered in silence.
"You'll be here when I return?" He asked.
"How else will I be useful to you, Your Grace?"
"In bed?" He questioned.
She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered with a knowing smile, "I have danced in the shadows with every lady worth knowing in the Reach. If it is whispers you seek… I can bring you quite a few."
"I'd like that." Joffrey nodded and squeezed her body tighter. "I'll celebrate my victory with you when I return."
Taena's eyes gleamed in expectation. "Anything I can do to make it better?"
There is one thing. Joffrey thought of his long-term goal. It'll help a lot if she can.
"Try to make Sansa willing to join both of us when I return. I'd like that."
Taena throatily laughed and hugged him lustfully. "As you wish, my King."
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That same night, inside the Black Cell complex, Joffrey followed Ser Arthur to a particularly dark cell. It had been a while since he last visited it, so he looked forward to this meeting.
"I hope he's been domesticated by now."
"He is, Your Grace." Ser Arthur ensured. "He'll bark if you tell him to. Kill himself if you order him to."
Quickly after, the metal door squeaked open. Ser Arther walked beside the king, lighting up the area. Right in front of them was the utterly broken, almost wraith-like figure of Theon Greyjoy.
"Kneel!" Joffrey ordered.
Thud!
"Crawl!"
Theon did it.
"Lick my foot."
Theon crawled over to Joffrey and licked his boots.
Joffrey smiled excitedly seeing that and took out a small dagger from his waistband. He threw it at Theon. "Stab yourself in your right palm."
Bam!
Theon did as asked without wasting a single moment. The man even lacked emotions as he bled there. He just sat in silence, awaiting the next command.
This is fantastic!
"Good job, Arthur." He patted Ser Arthur on the shoulder beside him and looked back down. "I have a job for you, Theon. The time has come for you to return home and help me secure the Salt Throne so you may sit on it as my loyal vassal."
Thud!
Theon knelt like a knight, bleeding still.
"You will return to the Iron Islands and…"
Joffrey went on to explain everything in great detail. Although the instructions were clear, there were too many of them as Joffrey had planned for setbacks as well. He knew there weren't many who could stand against him anymore. But madmen like Euron were the type who'd die rather than lose—the most dangerous type.
He repeated the entire plan multiple times until Theon could recite it whole. After that, he sent him to the healer to get his hand fixed while Joffrey returned upstairs to the main keep.
"Ser Arthur!"
All of a sudden, an Unsullied of the Golden Legion came running. The man bowed to Joffrey and whispered into Ser Arthur's ear something. A moment later, he saluted again and ran back.
"Great news, Your Grace." Ser Arthur smiled and whispered to Joffrey. "A raven arrived from the North. It's a lion."
A son?!
How could he not smile at that?
The North is now truly mine then!
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A/N: In the long game, should Joffrey let Tywin live? Yes or no?
Comments
DarkthShadow
Yeah, Tywin us 100% a liability, but I feel that our boy can squeeze more resources or info or something out of him before he offs his grandpa
Goxo
Yes kill Tywin, but how? My idea is to pin his death on the Greyjoys with Tyrion and Tywin on a ship and suddenly raid by them, but what really happen is Tyrion ties Tywin with weights and send him over bord which ties back to when Tyrion was born. From this incident garners support to put Theon in control, but I really want to see what you will do if Tywins dies. Well till next time Author, Godspeed.
woody wolff
No he is too dangerous to let survive.
MrPlotThickens
Nice idea.
Lord Mehmeh
Should die but with dignity Joffrey is a gray character and so is Tywin so game recognises game, but there can only be one playa. Don’t fireburn him.
Robert Brown
That be like give the assassin the blade to stab you in your back
Robert Brown
Tywin should die, no question....he to dangerous and scheming to be left to roam free
Immaculate Fyre
No
