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GOT: The Golden Lion 15 - Marriage Matters & Taming Begins
🕑 Added 2024-05-26 19:50:10 +0000 UTCThat wrinkly whore! She planned everything.
Joffrey groaned as he walked out of Red Keep and entered the smallfolk-infested streets of the city. His Kingsguard followed him closely as he approached Chataya's brothel in the Street of Silk. Although he owned most of the brothels on the street and many more, his relationship with Chataya was that of a partnership.
Soon, he left the guards outside and walked into the tall two-story building. The arousing, airy scent of exotic spices hit him right away. He walked over the mosaic floor and arrived at the common room, where cushioned resting places sprawled nearby leaded colored glass windows, while an old man in a corner played pipes.
"Your Grace."
Joffrey turned and saw one of the whores, Dancy—as he remembered her name. She was a woman of fine curves, heavy breasts, pug-nose, freckled, and thick red-haired. While interesting, he never felt attracted to her, not after bedding Sansa and Catelyn.
"Where is he?" Joffrey questioned, his tone much calmer and intimate with the woman. He was no stranger to the establishment anymore, a part owner, in fact.
Dancy simply looked upwards. "In the turret room, Your Grace. Alayaya is entertaining the guests."
Joffrey hummed and looked left and right. It was in the middle of the day, and since King's Landing and the realm were now thriving in peace, people were too busy during the daytime. But at night, all the brothels made fivefold compared to the past.
"Where is Chataya?" He asked for the owner.
Dancy pointed to another grand room behind her. "The other guest you had invited is being entertained by her, Your Grace."
Edmure Tully is here too? He arrived faster than expected.
Joffrey nodded in understanding and walked towards the stairs. However, he stopped midway, realizing that dealing with the special guest above wasn't going to be easy. "Which one of you are available?"
Dancy smiled sweetly, happy to serve the wealthiest customer. "Including me, there is Armeca, Jayde, Marei, an—"
"Bring Marei," Joffrey ordered, much to the plump whore's dissatisfaction. She wanted to pleasure the King, too, after all.
But she quickly, respectfully, stepped back and walked to the private area for the girls to rest and prepare for the night. Soon, a lone woman, very much in her early twenties, walked through the room's Myrish screen curtains.
"Your Grace!" she chirped, her smile a genuine display.
Joffrey let her approach him while he ogled at her form. Marei was different from other whores—green eyes and porcelain skin white as snow. Her most noticeable feature, though, was her long, straight hair that appeared silvery and pale, and white-gold in different lights.
"Join me upstairs." He extended his hand to her, his temper far more scheming and gentle in comparison to the little twat he was in his past life.
Marei was more than happy to join and, while holding his hand, led him upstairs.
Joffrey measured her curves through her flowing green silk dress. Not chubby or full, she was slender with a sizable bosom that would fill his hands sufficiently, her rear round and plump for his taste.
However, the aspect that he liked the most was that she was literate and solemn. She seemed dignified to fuck, and Joffrey loved it. Far more than he should, all because of a rumor he had come to know about Marei's parentage.
Her father was none other than the old lion, Tywin Lannister. The Hand of the King in the era of Aerys II, who made the tunnel under the Chataya's brothel.
The age matches, and her features… Those green eyes can't be a mere coincidence.
Marei's literacy, and her calm demeanor made her rather pleasant to bed. Like a triumph over Tywin, one of the only few people in Westeros he feared.
"Your Grace, the room is occupied." Marei stopped as they arrived at the curtain on the doorframe.
Joffrey smirked and squeezed past her, grabbing her by the thin waist and dragging her forward into the turret room. "I know, and that's why we're here."
"Mmmm…"
"Aaaah… Yess… My Prince…"
"Oooh, that's soooo wonderful~"
The room was occupied, and the battle of flesh and pleasure was at its peak. One man struggled between two women, one a shade darker than the other, one pleasuring the man with her cunt, while one pleasured herself on the man's face, all the while, the two women lapped up each other's tongue in a heated exchange.
"Ehm…" Joffrey cleared his throat as he entered the room with a massive canopied bed. He pulled Marei to the side towards a large velvety, soft recamier by the wall. He pulled Marei to sit on his lap sideways while his hands went to grope her flesh and disrobe her, pulling her shoulder straps.
Marei quickly got to pleasure the young King and showered wet kisses over his neck while her delicate soft fingers unbuttoned his surcoat, reaching for his tunic inside, all the while moving her hips to warm up his royal cock.
Joffrey grew impatient, however, as the man on the bed didn't seem to notice him. Only Alayaya saw him and acknowledged him with a bow of her head. But she was pulled back down soon enough, the man entering her tightness and earning her moans.
"I didn't know Your Grace liked this sort of entertainment." Finally, the man turned to look at Joffrey while his hips kept squeezing like a rhythmic dance, the other woman eating Alayaya's mouth.
Joffrey relaxed back in his seat and let Marei do the work, taking off his surcoat and tunic until he lay naked above. She quickly got between his legs then, kneeling there and fumbling with his tunic's bind. "Welcome to King's Landing, Prince Oberyn."
Just then, Marei gripped the waistband of his breeches and pulled them down, freeing up the hardness of his shaft, straight up, pointing to the whore's lips. She quickly took him in her hand and stroked him, giving him the first wave of splendor.
Joffrey caressed Marei's long, silvery locks, untied and draping her still-clothed back. But for now, he desired the heat of her mouth on his tool.
"Impressive," The Red Viper commented, gazing at the royal cock with a smirk. "Care to join?"
Ugh, I had heard the rumors… Joffrey hid his displeasure at the invitation.
"As intrigued I may be with swordsmanship, I'm afraid I must decline this duel," Joffrey replied, earning a chortle from all the whores present in the room.
Oberyn smirked and pulled in his paramour, Ellaria Sand, beside his chest to soak his lips in her luscious lower lips. All the while, he fucked Alayaya's spread slit with hastening plunder.
Joffrey felt somewhat jealous, wanting another woman to please him. But he remained content with solemn Marei as she tried her best, taking in all his length in her throat, trained very well, no doubt. Her hands worked wonders to tickle his balls and caress his belly.
"If not to play, what brings Your Grace to this lowly establishment?" Asked Oberyn.
Joffrey breathed deeply, holding Marei by her beautiful locks and shoving her face down to pleasure him more. "Just wanted to see the famed Red Viper."
"Hah, it's not red, I'm afraid. Pale brown?" Oberyn replied, kneading Alayaya’s jiggling buttocks while inching to his climax.
Joffrey snorted, finding the man somewhat similar to Tyrion in terms of using humor in every sentence. But his focus broke off as Marei stood up, her height average as she blocked his view of the bed.
There, she pulled the strings from her shoulders and let her silky dress pool around her feet. Completely naked, she stood there to be admired, a work of art that was her body. Slender, with pink nipples and small areolas, her moist depth decorated with a tiny patch of silver blonde pubes above.
"May I, Your grace?" Marei asked.
Joffrey nodded and let her step closer to him. She spread her legs and placed her knees on each side of his waist on the soft recamier. She straddled his lap and lowered herself slowly, taking his length with her hand squeezed between their chests, guiding it to her heat.
Joffrey continued to stare at her face, finding pleasure in her bitten lips and careful eyes. His hands gripped her ass, and without a warning, pushed her down.
"Aaaaah…" Marei sensually groaned, her sweltering pussy abruptly pierced and pried apart, the King's length slightly more than her usual customers. Nonetheless, very pleasant, the main reason she loved serving the young King.
Joffrey continued to push her down until her hot cunt coated all of his veiny cock to the very bottom. He restrained her there, maintaining the sensual warmth around his member. His mouth searched for her breasts before him, perfectly high for his lips to claim.
"Oooh… My King~" Marei moaned, hugging Joffrey's head and pulling his lips to her tight pink buttons.
She began to plop on his cock up and down, letting him hit the deepest edge of her plundered core. Despite being a whore, the pleasure surmounted, and she found herself hugging the King with all her might while dragging her hips back and forth to feel his sliding cock graze against her sensitive core.
"Hmm…" Joffrey hummed abruptly and stopped Marei from moving. "Continue this, but turn around and face them."
She nodded and turned around on his cock, and looked at the threesome on the bed. She leaned forward to put her feet on the floor and fuck herself on the royal staff. However, she didn't expect Joffrey to be more adventurous than any.
"This is better." Joffrey suddenly grabbed her by her thighs underneath and lifted her in the air while standing up himself. His lengthy cock remained plunged deep in her slit, but now she and her King were looking at the canopied bed where the wild fucking was reaching its climax.
"Ah, aaaah~" Marei moaned when Joffrey had complete control, using her body like a tool to please himself. Raising her and lowering her on his cock, accompanied by a matching orchestra of his pumping hips that clapped against her curvy bottom. "Ooooh~ Yesss… This is soo… dirty~"
A whore's job was to elevate the mood, so she did what Joffrey loved the most; To hear dirty words from the solemn, literate lips of Marei was exciting for him.
In reply, Joffrey found himself fucking her harder in that exhibitionist state. He stepped closer and closer until his knees touched the edge of the canopied bed, while Marei's dangling body hovered over the bed, his mighty arms holding her in place while the royal cock glided in and out with hunger.
Oberyn chuckled, having never expected the King to be this way. It somehow made the man much more tolerable, despite being a quarter the blood of his sworn enemies. He stopped doing Alayaya and focused on his paramour, Ellaria Sand, the eye-catching, exotic, sensual woman with a tall, slender frame.
"Your Grace is quite adventurous," Oberyn complimented as he made Ellaria get on her hands and knees, making her face Joffrey's cock that was fucking the silver-haired whore.
Joffrey smirked, seeing where the Red Viper was going, taking his paramour from behind while shoving her face closer and closer to the edge of the bed, towards his royal cock. "I've been beyond the wall recently… I guess I am indeed… adventurous."
Although Marei was lithe, she still had substantial weight. Keeping her lifted like that wasn’t easy for his arms, no matter the training he received. At the same time, her tight core squeezed the life out of him, her clenching pussy so wondrous that it took most of his concentration not to spill before the Dornish whoremonger.
Indeed, it had somehow become an unspoken competition of fucking and lasting the longest.
"Don't mind me-eeeh~ Your Grace…" Suddenly, Ellaria Sand raised her head while maintaining her hips high for her lover to plunder. She approached Joffrey's balls with her lips and gently kissed them, and then gobbled one between her lips and rolled her tongue around.
Joffrey continued to fuck, the nectar of his sex dribbled down from Marei's craving slit, the slimy white mess somehow not disgusting the Dornish woman as she continued and licked from the base of his balls all the way up towards Marei's slit.
Ellaria settled on Marei's little button of love, her clit available to be ruined.
This is wild! Joffrey couldn't help but love it.
Yes, it was slightly shameful to be naked before another man. But knowing Oberyn, it didn't matter. However, the sight was magnificent as Alayaya also slobbered Oberyn's mouth at the same time. He's not bad at this game but…
"Ugh!" Joffrey groaned, finding Ellaria's tongue too much for him and Marei both. "This is cheating!"
"Hah!" Oberyn laughed and went harder, the claps of his sex resonating. "Excuses, Your Grace… Only Excuses."
"Fuck it!" Joffrey suddenly lowered Marei onto the bed as well, forcing Ellaria to shift backward towards her lover's cock, jolting on her knees and letting him fuck her from behind.
Marei took the space in the bed as if she owned it, getting on her hands and knees and right away slammed her lips on Ellaria's lips. Suckling and biting on her blushing red lips as if she was also fighting for Joffrey’s win.
Joffrey continued to pump in from behind, while Oberyn, right in front of him, fucked his paramour. Their eyes matched as if the final showdown had begun, a staring competition with malicious smiles from each.
Now it's equal. Joffrey scoffed.
"Dear Alayaya, why don't you go and please our dear King?" Oberyn suddenly ordered, a big grin there on his lips. "From behind… with your lips."
"What?!" Joffrey barked. He ordered the Summer Islander whore by her alias. "No, I order you to stay there, 'Yaya."
"Heh, she's mine for the next three hours, Your Grace. She'll do what I say," Oberyn proudly declared and fucked his paramour with fervor, closing his eyes and looking upward, controlling his release while his woman came twice already.
Joffrey was sweating, however. He had never had his ass eaten, but for some god-forsaken reason, it was the best feeling known to him. He looked behind, and there was a beautiful young woman, skin as smooth and black as polished jet. She was tall, easily reaching his rear. Her hands held his royal behind delicately and slobbered him deep.
She dared not use her finger or push in with her tongue. But even her hot breath, spit, and licks were enough to send waves of splendid shudders down Joffrey's body. He had to close his eyes to focus since it all felt like heaven, being aroused from the front and tickled from the back.
This is shameful… but bloody hot! Joffrey couldn't believe himself. Why in the Seven hells did I come here?
"Ugh…"
"Mmm… oh, oh… yess~ Just a little more, Y-Your Grace!" Marei knew what was happening and wanted to help her King achieve victory. It took all her willpower not to contract her silken feminine walls, to not squeeze him as he drove in deep each time.
"Why did you come here, Your Grace?" Oberyn suddenly asked.
This isn't the time to get serious, you mad sand eaters! Joffrey cursed under his lips, teeth gritted. He didn't answer him back.
"L-Later… Huh!" Joffrey held back a shameful moan. Alayaya was too darn good on his rump. It didn't help when her hand reached from between his legs and gripped both his balls, keeping them clenched gently, but dangerously.
He's close! Joffrey finally noticed Oberyn breathing deeply and straining the muscles of his neck. Just a little more.
"Oooooh! Yesssss~ My love… Yes, yes… give me all of it…!"
"Uh… You win…" Oberyn gave up at last and spilled inside his paramour.
Meanwhile, Joffrey stopped clenching his cock and relaxed. He picked up the pace, breathing rashly, feeling the pleasure from all sides. Marei's walls began to contract around him at the same time. Her heavenly eruption of nectar exploded with waves of squirty secretion, causing his cock to draw out loud, squelching, wet sounds of sex.
Soon, Joffrey poured out too, leaning forward on Marei's rear, clenching her asscheeks tight and oozing burst after burst of his cum.
He maintained steady thrusts, however, as all the cream that spilled out was quickly lapped up by Alayaya, who remained behind him; Her face now reaching his balls from under his widened legs, her tongue licking him all over.
What a wild afternoon. Joffrey began to slow down at last as his cock loosened out of Marei's soreness. As soon as he took a step back, Alayaya shifted in front of him and suckled his flaccid cock until spotless and clean. It was usually too beneath her, but this was a special service for the King. Heck, she knew even her mother would love to do this for him.
Tired more than he usually got during morning training, Joffrey retreated back to the recamier. He grabbed his clothes and started wearing them. As for Marei, she remained lying on the bed on her front, eyes closed and breathing heavily.
Oberyn also got off the bed and wore his big, loose robes around himself, covering his front plenty. Clearly, the man was going to treat the whorehouse like a second home.
"So…" Oberyn poured a goblet of fine Arbor Gold for himself, and another for Joffrey. "I expected a welcome, but nothing this grand… from the King himself."
Joffrey took the goblet but wondered if he should drink it. Let's not take risks.
Joffrey placed the cup on the side and relaxed in the seat to catch his breath. "I wanted to see the famed Red Viper myself."
"I think you saw plenty," Oberyn muttered and sat down at the edge of the bed, drinking sumptuously. "So, let me ask again. What compelled the King to leave the high walls of the Red Keep and entertain a lowly man from down south?"
"Lowly?" Joffrey scoffed. "Well, I came to see if your blood still boils."
Oberyn stopped drinking. His eyes turned sharp like a viper. "Meaning?"
"A storm is brewing, one with a lot of dust. Opportunities are going to appear to right the wrongs," Joffrey replied and stood up, stretching his neck. He grabbed Marei's dress from the floor and walked over to hand it to her since the woman finally woke up.
Oberyn stared at Joffrey the entire time, smiling proudly. "You remind me of your grandfather."
"I'm afraid that's disrespectful to my name, Prince Oberyn. I am no child killer, who orders his men to plunder highborn women," Joffrey replied, standing not too far from the southern man. "I don't use a rebellion as an excuse to commit the unspeakable."
Oberyn's fist visibly clenched tight, and the goblet in his claw creaked. Joffrey knew very well what Dorne wanted. He also knew that he couldn't give them everything they desired, but he at least hoped to start somewhere.
I don't know if this will be enough to pull you away from that mother of dragons. Joffrey merely hoped that he was on the right path.
"It does," Oberyn responded finally. "My blood does boil. He violated my sister, they murdered her… they murdered her children."
"And so much more," Joffrey replied, walking over to one of the windows to look outside. "There was an inn not far from here. The owner had a daughter, who had the bad luck of serving the Mountain and his men as the guests. The little girl served them drinks while the men made lewd comments. Her father said, ‘My daughter is not some tavern harlot!’ and to that, Gregor Clegane grabbed the girl, pinned her against the table, and said, ‘She is now.’ He tossed a silver at the father. In the end, Clegane demanded the silver back because 'she wasn't worth a whole silver'. Oh, he also killed her brother."
Joffrey looked back, finding everyone other than Oberyn unsettled by the story. "That's just one of the dozens, or perhaps hundreds of such stories."
"Your words are meaningless if you think they wi—"
Joffrey interrupted the man. "There will be a tourney held before my wedding feast. I have named a champion to represent me for the melee… a man tall as a mountain."
Oberyn's eyes gleamed with understanding. He stood up suddenly. "Your grandfather won't allow you."
"Last time I heard, the King's name was Joffrey fucking Baratheon!" Joffrey raised his voice, his distaste for being told what he could and could not do already at an all-time high. "But remember, you are not allowed to fight unless you wear full-bodied armor. You cannot fight a brute carelessly—Rhaegar made that mistake against the whoremonger King."
Oberyn frowned, the whoremonger being Joffrey's father himself. But he didn't point that out. "What's in this for you?"
"If you might have noticed, I'm trying to bring peace to the realm. The North has been pacified. The Stormlands has knelt to me, while the Reach is within my grasp. I demand nothing but a calm relationship between the crown and Dorne—I shall appoint you as the Master of Laws."
That will free up Ser Arthur to expand the Golden Legion. Joffrey waited for the man to reply to his offer.
Oberyn smiled and glanced at his paramour. Before heading to King's Landing, he hadn't expected this sort of surprise. "But that still leaves the main culprit free."
Joffrey breathed deeply, knowing it was dangerous to take the man's name. "In due time, all the wrongs shall be rectified, Prince Oberyn. Of course, to strengthen our alliance, my beautiful sister, Marcella, will wed Trystane Martell."
Oberyn wondered if Joffrey had such authority, but he didn't speak about that. All the rumors he had heard about King Joffrey being a quarreling little evil brat had been proven wrong. This was no brat but the making of a second Tywin Lannister, and this was the King.
"Very well." Oberyn agreed at last. "Let us speak again after the tourney."
"Then, I will leave you to it." Joffrey turned around to leave, finding Marei following him downstairs since the King hadn't paid yet. Yes, even he had to pay for quality whores.
In the end, Joffrey tossed her a gold dragon. It was already expensive, since gold was the price for a virgin whore's maidenhead.
"Your Grace."
Just then, Chataya appeared from one of the backrooms, dressed in a silky, sleeveless draping gown. Her graceful movements were like those of a panther, and every gliding step seductively shaped her hips.
"I was just looking for you, Chataya." Joffrey acknowledged the tall, elegant woman. He didn't consider her a beauty in a traditional sense, but she was quite attractive and her black skin made her exotic in the land of Westeros.
She's even taller than me. I should find time to bed her someday. Joffrey pondered.
"Then let me bring you to a private chamber, Your Grace." Her voice smooth, resonant with her accent. Chataya turned around and guided Joffrey.
Though the young King was more focused on her shaking hips, they were wide and fleshy, making his palms itch to experience just one touch. But he had no more desire for fucking for now. "How did it go with the Tully?"
"Childish," Chataya responded, opening a door and leading Joffrey into a small room, but very ambient and decorated. There was just one single bed in the corner and a study table with chairs. "He already professed his love to me."
"Pff…" Joffrey held back his chuckle. "It seems I must find an opportunity to experience the finest this establishment has to offer, Chataya."
"You are always welcome, Your Grace." She smiled back and gestured for him to sit while she took the chair right beside Joffrey, instead of the other side of the table. "You met my other esteemed guest?"
"That was… a personal matter. It went well. But I invited you here to discuss business. While it is wonderful that the brothel establishments are making sixty thousand gold a month, it's nowhere near the peak. With peace now prevalent, I believe it's time for expansion." Joffrey got straight to the business, ignoring the flowery, spicy scent of the older woman.
Chataya nodded firmly. She already knew this day was going to come someday. Her partnership with the King was a strange one. While she was free to expand and build new brothels, the King only paid her for buying new whores from her for his increasing number of establishments. In each of those establishments, a small amount of profit earned from those whores came to her.
Joffrey was still the one making more money since he had the legal and hegemonic authority.
"What do you propose, Your Grace? I have already begun to scout locations at Lannisport, Oldtown, Sunspear, Gulltown, White Harbor, and a few others. More than three hundred locations have been scouted." Chataya stood up and brought out a small booklet from a locked cupboard. It seemed the room was her personal space. "But there aren’t enough women to fill these places."
Joffrey hummed and looked at the booklet for the location details. "They don't have to be Westerosi. I have spoken to some of the adventurous men, including Uncle Tyrion. There are plenty of beautiful women in Essos—I've heard the name of Lanna, a famous, young, golden-haired whore. And let's not forget Lys the Lovely—that Free City is known for its finest whores with the blood of Valyria. Silver-haired, purple-eyed—I'm sure they'll be crowd favorites in our establishments. Who wouldn't want to bed a look-alike of the Targaryens of old?"
Chataya nodded at his assessment, but there was still one issue. "They are costly, Your Grace. Lanna of Braavos alone charges three times the rest. Lys, may not be very keen on selling too many of their girls either."
"Ah…" Joffrey sighed and relaxed in his chair.
"But I will try my best to connect with my friends in Essos—There are plenty of beautiful women there."
Joffrey still seemed dejected. "That is wonderful, but I wanted to have those silver-haired whores as our finest assets—we're trying to establish ourselves as a more premium service, Chataya… It seems there is no other choice left then. For now, just get a few silver-haired ones to fill King's Landing's brothels. The rest… I’ll make the arrangements."
"That can be managed, Your Grace."
Joffrey reckoned it was around evening already, so he got up to leave. "Oh, one more thing. I have appointed Lord Redwyne of Arbor as the new Master of Ships. I will try to get a wholesale deal for the wine from him, for all our brothels."
Chataya's thin brow reacted immediately. "Will that deal extend to me?"
"Though me, yes," Joffrey replied, not ready to reveal his cards just yet. "I shall see you later then."
With that, Joffrey walked out of the fine establishment, finding his Kingsguard still standing there. However, he saw another contingent of soldiers coming his way from a distance.
"Uncle?" Joffrey noted. It was Tyrion, along with Bronn and Podrick, the squire.
"Your Grace. What are you doing here?" Tyrion frowned, worried as Oberyn was staying there. "We came here to greet our guests from Dorne."
Joffrey shrugged and started walking. "No need, I’ve already met him. He's busy now with… whatever number of women and men he likes. Let's head back to the Red Keep, I'm famished."
Tyrion looked at the brothel for a moment and then followed Joffrey quickly, walking beside him. "Did he say anything?"
"Nothing at all. By the way…" Joffrey glanced at Podrick, who was walking behind Tyrion. "Podrick, as your King, I demand to know what you did to those whores. They take money even from me, but you got it for free?"
Right at that instant, Tyrion, Bronn, and even the group of Kingsguard stared at the young squire with keen interest, staring daggers as their ears perked up.
"Well…" Pordick felt embarrassed and scared at the same time. "I… I just… w-went down on them with my tongue, Your Grace."
Joffrey stopped suddenly, and the rest as well. He glared at the squire, wondering if he lied. "Show me your tongue."
"M-My King…"
"Show it!" Joffrey ordered.
Podrick looked at Tyrion once but received no help. In the end, he opened his mouth and let out his tongue.
"All of it!" Joffrey ordered again.
And there it was, a tongue like a fucking serpent. It hung out so much that it went even below his chubby chin. Joffrey, Tyrion, and Bronn were speechless as much as they were horrified.
"Bet his cock's small," Bronn scoffed.
"No…" Tyrion exclaimed, finding Podrick averting his gaze. "How big? How many inches? Five?"
Podrick shook his head.
"Six?" Bronn questioned.
Podrick once again denied it.
"Eh… Seven?" Even Sandor Clegane asked. He couldn't hold himself back.
Yet Podrick didn't nod, only shook his head.
Joffrey's jaw was wide open, brows far up in amusement. "E-Eight?"
This time, Podrick didn't react at all and just kept staring down at the dirt road. That made everyone there gasp and groan, everyone looking at the squire's crotch. It didn't look big at all.
"Seven hell! We are living with a giant." Joffrey exclaimed and started walking again. "Uncle, bring him to me tomorrow. I'll call a whore. Let's watch him pleasure her… perhaps we'll learn a few things."
"Brilliant idea, Your Grace." Bronn was very much on board with the plan.
"Gods…" Most of them exclaimed and silently returned to the Red Keep. It was late evening already, so dinner was to be served soon.
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As the King, Joffrey ate his meal with his family. He didn't mind Tyrion and Sansa's presence, but Cersei's constant sneering face towards Sansa, trying to make her feel less worthy, constantly annoyed him.
She still doesn't understand where she belongs. Why didn’t Jaime do something to her? Joffrey cursed under his breath while eating. He knew Cersei would have loved to have Jaime share the table, but Joffrey wasn't ever going to let that happen.
"I'm done." Joffrey finished quickly and got up. He approached Sansa and took little Joanna from her lap. "I have sparring practice with Ser Jaime."
"Uncle…" Cersei interrupted.
Joffrey eyed her with a threatening gaze. "He teaches me as a Kingsguard, not as my uncle. The day he took the oath, he let go of all familial relations."
"But it's bloo—"
This fucking whore! Joffrey became furious. It seemed Cersei had the wrong idea that she now had his heart and mind in control. "Blood means nothing when my own father became king by murdering his blood relatives, as thin as it may be. The only uncle I have now is Tyrion, the future Lord of Casterly Black."
That was a huge statement from Joffrey, one that was going to reach Tywin's ears very quickly. But Joffrey wanted that to happen. It was time to start pressing the old lion.
"This filthy imp! He murdered your grandmot—"
Joffrey stared at Cersei so seriously that she shut her mouth midway. "You call yourself queen mother, a noblewoman, one of the most beautiful women in Westeros, and yet dare to have such a foul tongue in the presence of your king?!"
A tug of war it was. Give Cersei a little love, and take a handful of her pride away simultaneously. "If we go by that idea, then did you murder the son you had before me?"
The rightful Baratheon. Joffrey knew very well that Cersei might have been the one who killed the babe just because it was Robert's trueborn.
Cersei poured out a few tears from her eyes. She stood up, looking pained. "Joff—Y-Your Grace, is that how you see your own mother?"
"I expected more from you, Mother. Yet here I stand disappointed," Joffrey replied, handed Joanna back to Sansa, and gave a nod to Tyrion before leaving. "Go prepare for the wedding. Only three days remain."
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Clank!
"Haaaa!" Joffrey trained with Jaime at night, on an open terrace of the Red Keep. A special private training ring had been made for Joffrey there, complete with mud covering the floor to soften the landings. Spears, swords, and warhammers aligned the walls for practice.
And Joffrey used his warhammer right now. He had grown stronger, heavier, broader, and muscular after so much daily training. His speed didn't match Jaime, but his warhammer always struck and blocked precisely.
"Brilliant, nephew!" Jaime praised each time he found himself struggling against his secret son's strength. "Even better than King Robert, if I must say."
"Don't overpraise me, Uncle," Joffrey barked and lunged forward with a straight-down strike. Of course, Jaime blocked, but it threw the Kingsguard back, down on his knees. Joffrey quickly strode forward with a stab.
"Not that easy!" Jaime rolled aside and struck Joffrey on his legs with the edgeless sword. "Speed… You won't do well against an opponent like me. King Baratheon was too large of a man that he could swing the warhammer with relative ease. You still have a long way to go."
Joffrey panted, covered in dirt all over. "I know… I know that…"
Thud!
Joffrey laid down on his back on the dirt to rest. "Thank you for teaching me, Uncle. If only we hadn't let Ser Barristan go… It was a foolish move on Mother's part."
Jaime’s eyes turned dark with Cersei mentioned just then. Remembering the events of that night, his hand on the sword hilt clenched tight. Y-You promised me, Cersei. Don’t break it.
Jaime agreed with that assessment, however. Barristan was a legend, and losing him was a big deal. "And now he works for the Targaryen girl?"
Joffrey nodded, sighing. "And she has three dragons… growing big as days pass."
"You believe that?"
"It has been confirmed from multiple sources, Uncle. I have no reason to blind myself to reality. Why do you think I ran across the realm to end the war and establish peace? Only with the Seven Kingdoms firmly in my grasp can I ever dream of holding my throne," Joffrey said, weaving a tale more suited to the situation. In reality, he was more worried about the White Walkers than the dragons.
Jaime didn't object anymore. "Then… my sword will be the first to face any danger to your life, Your Grace."
Joffrey just smiled and let the silence take over. It wasn’t easy to push Jaime enough that he'd stand against Cersei. But he was confident it could be done, given enough trauma, slowly.
When should I use Tyrion and Tysha’s incident? He pondered while resting.
Soon, he got up and returned to his bedchamber. There, like most days, warm water was prepared for him to take a bath. But that day, instead of Mhaegen, he had called Melisandre to serve him.
However, he had no desire for pleasure that evening. At least not from the red priestess. He sat down in the tub and let the red-haired, ripe beauty rub her soapy hands over his body to clean him.
He enjoyed her delicate fingers, her entire body and persona made to be seductive. Yes, his cock gained size and stood straight, but he still didn't lay a hand on her. Instead, he called her to exchange words.
"Melisandre, how many Red Priestesses are in Essos?" He inquired.
The woman’s smile grew as if knowing where he was leading. "Tens of thousands, my King. All of them have a following of thousands of men and women."
"So… if I ask you to help me lay a peaceful siege of Lys someday, will you and the Red Priestesses aid me?"
Melisandre breathed deeply and got behind Joffrey's head, behind the tub. Intimately, she reached forward with both her hands and rubbed his chest, while her lips whispered into his ears. "Your Grace… You are the Azor Ahai… You are the chosen one of R'hllor. We live to serve you and aid you in fulfilling your destiny."
Joffrey nodded firmly. But Lys alone won't be enough. Myr, with its wealth, can be a jewel in my crown. Braavos… is too big for now.
"Do you wish to make Essos yours, my King?" Asked Melisandre.
Joffrey sighed as if telling her it was impossible. "Not all of it, but all that is on its west coast—the closest to Westeros. The Seven Kingdoms have been stagnant for too long, and our brutal wars consume much of our resources and talent. It's time the lords of this realm start looking outward for more riches… only then the throne will be secure."
It won't hurt to have a grand navy now. Joffrey still had too many things to deal with before going forward with this plan.
"The servants of R'hllor stand with you, Your Grace."
"And I am grateful for that." Joffrey got up from the tub, done cleaning himself. "Walk with me."
Joffrey wore simple robes, just breeches and a tunic, nothing fancy. Grabbing his sword, he left his bedchambers and began walking towards a certain favorite section of the Red Keep.
However, just as they were passing by a section, Joffrey looked out the large open window on the side of the hallway. He looked down in the distance at the Red Keep's gates. A line of extravagant carriages was entering with guards holding the sigil of House Tyrell.
"Must be Margaery," Joffrey sneered. "The ungrateful wench has arrived."
Melisandre stood beside him, glancing at the carriages. "The thing you asked me has been prepared, my King."
"Brilliant. Hand it to me the night before my wedding," Joffrey ordered and continued to walk away. This time, he went alone with just Sandor behind him.
Soon enough, he arrived outside a closed door that was being protected by Unsullied soldiers of the Golden Legion. They saluted him quickly and stepped aside, letting him enter.
Joffrey acknowledged them and entered. He maintained his steps as soundless as possible, his eyes getting accustomed to the faint light in the room from two candles and the moonlight.
There you are, my dear Sansa. Joffrey fondly looked at the sleeping girl, her beautiful long red locks let loose under her head as she lay flat on the bed. Her gown was a single loose piece, sleeveless, the quilt, a thin sheet.
Joffrey quickly removed his tunic, and then his breeches, standing very much royally naked. Then, he stepped closer to the bed. But he noticed a small cradle on the side as well, and little Joanna was sleeping soundly in it.
What the hell did that squire do? Still curious about Podrick, Joffrey climbed onto the bed from the foot side and reached Sansa's legs. First, he moved away the quilt and then began to roll up her loose gown, finding more and more of her creamy pale long legs.
"Umm…"
Joffrey smiled, hearing Sansa's hum. But he continued to roll the gown up until he saw the view—no small clothes on her.
I wonder who tastes better. Catelyn or Sansa? Joffrey thought and gently spread Sansa's legs wide and got down between them, lowering his face to her unaware, innocent rosey pink petals.
At last, he gave the first smooth lick of his tongue at her tightness. Having birthed a babe had changed some things, but in no way was she less desirable.
"Oh!" Sansa jolted awake and raised her head quickly; her hands reaching to her sensual loins.
"Shhh…" Joffrey quickly reacted and slid on top of her body, bringing his face to hers. He quickly pecked her there, finding nothing but love in her eyes as she recognized him.
Yet, Sansa appeared frightened. She suddenly turned her face towards the side, "B-But…"
Joffrey did the same and looked at another girl sleeping there, a Stark, no less—Arya Stark.
"She won't wake up," Joffrey assured her, already feeling the dampness of her swollen, lactating breasts against his chest. "I'll be gentle."
"W-What if she wakes up… Oh!" Sansa shut her lips when Joffrey nestled his face on her neck and showered her with love. For more than a year, she had waited for this.
"Shh… let me relish my lovely northern bride." Joffrey once again slid down between her legs.
However, he constantly gazed at the other sleeping figure on the bed. His cock only reacted wilder at the view.
Oh, Arya, my wolf girl… Let's begin your taming. Joffrey lowered his face to Sansa's drooling lower lips. Please, do wake up.
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[Marvel: President Stark Chapter 5 coming up next]
Comments
MrPlotThickens
Probably because I added the last half later. I'll fix it.
Benoît Valtin
this sentence is about edmure tully "Edmure Tully? He arrived faster than expected. Joffrey realized who it was. Good thing I killed his wife Frey at the time." then further once in the room, he says hello prince oberyn, it makes the whole sequence incomprehensible
