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GOT: The Golden Lion 38 - Taming Ygritte & 'Unexpected' Events
🕑 Added 2025-03-03 18:09:45 +0000 UTC[A/N: I think I went a little overboard with the Smut part in this chapter.]
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She's insane. My kind of insane.
Fingering Ygritte's wild cunt with his digits while choking her throat with the other hand worked like magic. Her vocal challenges of ‘do your worst’ were mere words of surrender in Joffrey's ears.
She wanted him to be rough. She wanted him to debase her. She wanted it all, and it made her scorchingly aroused. Her hips danced like a wave, back and forth, fucking herself on his fingers. Her moans were senseless hums and gasps.
Feeling her back turn from a soft, velvety sensation to a wet, sweat drenched plaything, Joffrey flexed his cock and lodged it between her thighs, right where that magnificent, inviting thighgap lay. He began humping right away, using both his fingers and his cock to tease her.
"Aaaaah… So-Soooh… you do know-ah, how to use it." Ygritte mocked him.
What was she even trying? Joffrey interpreted it as just one thing.
She wants it harder.
"Shhh… Harlots don't speak when their master is relishing." Joffrey squeezed her throat harder, his thumb and fingers digging into her skin and feeling her pipes. He physically restrained her from speaking, but at the same time still allowed her to breathe—barely.
His hips started thrusting harder, his cock now fully coated in her juices. He never probed in, merely teasing her juicy lower lips with his length. His thighs met her hips, and he pressed her further onto the wall; the claps were resounding.
He toyed with her mind completely. Slowly throwing her deeper and deeper into that pit of arousal from where returning was impossible. Her neck choked, her clit played with, her pussy lips rubbed by his constant thrusting. It was a sensory overload for the Wildling woman.
Her lithe frame was nothing when pressed between a wall and the King's sculpted body. Joffrey was no giant like Robert, but he was tall and well-built, even taller than Jaime already. Holding Ygritte was easy, her body light as a feather. Her small but round and soft asscheeks were fantastic cushions for his thrusts.
But he had had enough of teasing. He needed some reciprocal attention. And since his cock was now utterly drenched by her sinful juices, he reckoned it was time to take the next step.
"Kneel!" He commanded as he pulled out of her thigh gap. He pulled on her shoulder and turned her around, and Gods, that look on her face was simply erotic. Her flushed, pale face raced to turn as red as her unruly, red hair.
But he didn't stop. He kept her back pressed against the wall and pushed her down on her knees. His cock dangled right between her eyes, dripping with her juices and that tiny slit forming a bubble of precum.
"Pleasure your king," Joffrey commanded, pressing his cock right on her face without holding back. He was tall, so his balls slammed against her lips instead, his cock's underside slapping vertically on her face. "Suckle it."
"Oh, how original," Ygritte responded with a smirk. She was still mocking, but it felt like a defense mechanism. An excuse to hide her embarrassment, for she was truly enjoying this exchange.
Joffrey sneered and lowered himself slightly to present his length to her lips. He probed gently at first, and as soon as she opened her mouth, he rammed in with stubborn roughness. She teased him, mocked him to do his worst.
"How about this? Is this enough for you?" Joffrey shoved in deep. He felt her tight mouth widen, her cheeks puff out, and her throat made way for his invasion. He felt her tongue tightly resisting on the underside of his cock. He throbbed in her mouth, balls deep, his faint pubes scratching over her nose.
Her eyes widened, still glaring at him. Tears pooled in her eyes soon after as she choked on his magnificent shaft. He didn't release her either, as she never pushed against his thighs to be freed. Rather, she kept him deep in her throat, willingly tightening her throat muscles.
"Ugh…" Joffrey felt the insane tightness. He'd already slammed hard enough that her head was pressed back against the wall. There was nowhere for her to move, to free herself. He watched as her face turned red, her nostrils flaring up.
He really didn't want to kill her. So, he pulled back, leaving only his tip in her mouth.
"H-aah…" Ygritte panted, mockingly eyeing him up. "Is that all?"
Gods, I won't hold back anymore.
"How brave of you." Joffrey declared and roughly grabbed her messy red hair with both hands, each fist grabbing an equal amount. He was harsh and tight, making sure his grip was absolute.
Then, he spread his legs and got even closer to her face so her head was constantly pressed against the wall behind her. His purple cockhead always squeezed between her lips.
Thump!
He thrust in as if her mouth was a cunt. He bottomed out immediately, threatening to even drill his balls in her mouth. It was impossibly suffocating, but for Joffrey, it was impossibly tight. He'd never fucked someone's face this hard, but Ygritte demanded it. He reckoned a wildling whore could handle it.
"How's that?" Joffrey pulled back and pistoned back in, settling into a constant rhythm. He pressed himself hard into her throat, impossibly hard. His hands grabbing her hair kept her not only in place but also pulled her in to shove more of his meaty rod down her throat.
Ghk! Ghk!
"How's that for a cocksucking, you wildling whore!" Joffrey debased her.
Thump! Thump!
Her head was constantly slammed back into the wall. Joffrey didn't hold back at all. Back to the tip and then in to the hilt, that was the fucking he gave her. It was the perfect tempo as she got small chances to breath and then get her throat fucked.
"Enjoy it… Enjoy getting fucked by your king." Joffrey grounded himself deep and halted, grinding his hips. He wriggled himself, screwing his cock deeper into her throat, dangerously so. "Cherish this—this cock!"
"Ummmm…" Ygritte did the opposite of what Joffrey was expecting.
She wrapped her arms around Joffrey's hips and pulled him in harder. Deeper into her throat even if she coughed, gagged, and choked. Her eyes almost rolled back into her head, but she daringly kept pulling him in.
This was the defiance of a Wildling. The strangest sex of Joffrey's life. While she wanted him to fuck her, she also dared to tease and mock him. She wanted him to cross all limits.
There is no end to this. Joffrey frowned and finally pulled out of her throat. He had to physically pull back as Ygritte hugged his hips tightly. She was slender but certainly had a lot of strength in her arms.
"Enough! Let's see if your cunt is as good as that mouth." Joffrey hauled her up by her hair, still against the wall. Her face was a total mess by now, musky, watery fluids stuck to her lips and jaw, dried trails of tears covered all of her eyes.
Ygritte was panting, but she smirked and placed her arms on Joffrey's shoulders. Her eyes looking up at him, her chin proudly held high. "And how will… the King of kneelers have me?"
"However I please."
He finally released her hair and admired her nakedness for a moment. His hands slowly traced her thin neck and her visible collarbone, her skinny frame was quite noticeable. Then his spread palms reached her small, tight breasts, and he cupped them as much as he could. Despite the woman being older than himself, her tits were the size of Arya’s. With barely any fluff, he toyed with her tight nipples.
"Tell me, do Wildling men not fuck their women this rough?" He asked keenly, teasing her by delaying the eventual fucking.
"Hmph!" Ygritte scoffed, lowering one hand to reach for his cock that probed on her belly. She quickly grabbed that messy, wet, sticky member and began stroking it, her thumb never failing to tickle the tip. "Wildling men fuck like beasts—quick, rough, and done before you’ve even caught your breath. No patience, no teasing, just a need to spend and be on their way. They don’t know how to hold back, and it’s over before it’s even begun."
"Hah…" Joffrey smirked, his right hand finally reaching her waist and then tracing her thigh. He reached down behind her right leg and pulled it up, reckoning her slender frame and lifestyle made her quite flexible. He kept lifting her right leg until her back rested on the wall for balance. Then he raised it even higher until his arm hooked under her right knee, her leg dangling near his chest.
Her pussy lay bare, spread opened, stretched and gaping invitingly. He'd pressed her into the wall so she couldn't lean sideways. No, she stood straight with her right leg raised high, her knee pressed into her small breasts.
"Good for you, I'm a very patient man." Joffrey smiled like a devil. "Now, be a good girl and guide my cock with your little hands, would you?"
As she never stopped stroking his cock, she didn't need to be commanded to do that. By instinct, she lined his throbbing knob right at her entrance.
"D-Do… Yo—Ah!"
Joffrey leaned forward and pressed his elbow on her throat, stifling her words. He glared dangerously into her eyes, keeping her spread wide with one raised leg. He felt her entrance on his knob and without wait, he began piercing in slowly. She was ready, velvety soft inside, parting her tight soaked walls for his royal cock.
"No need to say it again," he threateningly said, locking eyes with her, dominating her on every level. "You'll be pleading with me to stop by the time I'm done."
"Heh…" She tried to chuckle, but Joffrey choked her harder.
She's tight! Joffrey felt it in such vivid detail. Every little suckle of her pussy, every little muscle twitch, and every inch of her parting walls he invaded. He felt it all. While not so tight as to restrict his access, she felt perfect, taking in all of his pumping cock with ease.
No! She's making it tight.
That was when he felt it. The gripping massages were intentional. He looked down at her muscular, slender abdomen, and it was noticeable. His cock made a faint bump on the flesh of her pale belly, but her tight squeezes were also noticeable. As if something breathing was moving within her core.
Plap!
With a final push, he was all the way in. Not an inch of his cock was left out. She took every inch of his straining manhood, and he felt how snug her pussy was. His cockhead pressing against an obstruction, clearly the gates leading to her womb, if her raising herself on her toes was a sign.
Joffrey groaned at her face and slowly pulled out. She writhed, aching for him to start actually fucking her. But he kept it slow, staring at her face as if telling her who she was. A whore, nothing else.
"Mmm…" Ygritte hummed despite her throat being pressed on. Feeling his shaft scrape through her pussy walls each time made her knee weak, but Joffry’s merciless choke wouldn’t let her give in.
"Hungry for it?" Joffrey asked, maintaining a slow rhythm. "Let's see if you can handle my worst."
"Mh!"
Joffrey slammed up hard this time, almost lifting her off her toes. It was the perfect position where her balance rested on his mercy.
"Mh!" Ygritte groaned as his thrusts struck deep. His tool was no monster, but it was sizable enough to threaten her with dangerous stretches and tugs.
"Ungh…!"
Joffrey smirked, her moaning grunts music to his ears. Her face was red as a plum by now, constantly in a semi-choked state.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
He gained pace and fucked her like he owned her. Her mouth went agape, tongue lolling out while her eyes threatened to roll back. The sweat trickled down their hard-working bodies nonstop. But it was mostly Joffrey doing the work.
He rammed in hard again and again, mercilessly. This wasn’t mere fucking, this wasn’t making love. This was an animalistic exchange. But it was different from what Ygritte was used to among the wildlings. This was controlled chaos, a battle to win control over her mind.
And to Ygritte's amusement, Joffrey was winning.
She felt like a crucified doll with no control over her body. She almost felt as if she was entirely hammered into the wall, his thrusting cock spearing her higher and higher, pinning her in place. Her raised leg restrained her; body helplessly jolting up and down against the wall. All she could do was wrap her arms around his neck instinctively, looking for balance. But she he loved it all!
How his warm, sweaty chest pressed into her breasts, his hips ravaged her tight, freshly shaved pussy. She felt sore and swollen, the warmth was intoxicating and painful at the same time.
Her womb screamed at her, telling her to surrender to this man. To this man's control. That this was her rightful place, to use her body to please the man and allow him to sow his seeds deep within her. Gone were the ideas of adventure, gone were the thoughts of any victories. All she wanted now was to spread herself wide and submit to his demands.
Her womb demanded total submission, and she slowly felt his cock conquer her blissful planes.
"Aaaaaah!" She roared out a moan despite being choked. She couldn't help it as her hips writhed. She felt her belly knot up, her insides throbbing in insane arousal. This was it, the ecstasy unleashed as an orgasm surged through her petite frame.
Her voice quickly devolved into incoherent wailing. "I'm! I'm… aaaaah!"
But nothing could stop those convulsions as Joffrey's spearing shaft resumed its sinful plunges. Now, it was slowly becoming clear how he won Val. Now she somewhat understood why Val submitted so loyally to him.
"Oooooh!" It finally came. She felt the writhing leaks. Her watery climax coated his plunging shaft and made it easier for him. But her squeezes, involuntary yet tight, made Joffrey drink in a few breaths too, controlling his own pace.
She couldn't take it anymore, her body going limp. No, it wasn't accepting defeat, but rather her muscles turning sore. Her one supporting leg felt tired, and she helplessly fell forward onto Joffrey.
"Hmh…" Joffrey sneered and pulled out of her warm cunt. "Not so strong now, are you? But I'm not done."
Joffrey completely let go of his hold on her. Instantly, Ygritte fell to her knees, panting, her pussy dripping scentful juices. It was dirty, nasty, unapologetic sex, nothing else.
"You said my worst, so here we go."
Mercilessly, Joffrey grabbed her hair and dragged her forward into the middle of his bedchamber. He then walked behind her and crouched down before pushing her forward by her shoulders.
"Hands and knees, now!"
He didn't care anymore. Normally, he'd have done it on the bed, but this was more degrading. More rough and true to what she demanded.
"Now!" He didn't wait and pushed her forward, slamming her face down on the stone-tiled floor. He reached forward with one hand and gripped her nape, keeping her face fully pressed into the dirt so she felt it on her cheek.
Then, thanks to her perfectly arched ass, he lined himself against her particularly rosy, swollen pussy and in one brutal thrust, plunged in fully. So warm and tight, aided by her previous climax. He kept himself intimately snug for a few moments, his balls tickled against her clit as he relished the sensations.
Then…
Plap!
"Deeper, isn't it? But I'm just starting." Joffrey stared at her sideways face, half of it smudged with dirt. She stared at him with one eye like a cornered deer. "Why that look? You asked for it."
"Aaaah!" Ygritte cried. She felt his cock much deeper in this position. She wanted to move and adjust herself, but he wouldn’t allow her, gripping her nape tightly. As he picked up a brutal pace of deep thrusts, she heard each impactful clap. So rough, so violent, it knocked the breath out of her lungs.
Tears flowed from her eyes nonstop. Yet, she felt no hatred, no repulsion to the acts. She relished them, even if a little painful. True, she asked for this, and no matter what, she took pleasure in it.
"Yessss~ Yes~" She cried out, screaming in pleasure, no longer caring to hold back. She loved it, his royal cock splitting her in half.
Pa! Pa!
"Aaaaah!" Then she felt his ruthless slaps on ass. She felt it deep in her bones, knowing he wasn't holding back. She felt the sting, the warm palm marks on her asscheeks. But with that pain came a twisted kind of pleasure, a lustful arousal in her mind that drowned out any pain.
"I-Is that it-uh!"
Joffrey scoffed and raised his free hand high before slamming another tight slap on her well-presented bottom. Her petite ass was not that wide nor plump, so he attacked both sides, somewhere even between as her anal entrance peeked at him, as if mocking him to invade it too. But he left that for next time.
Pa! Pa!
The slaps echoed louder than the squelches of his punishing thrusts. Each so powerful that her body jerked forward, further grounding her face in dirt. If anyone else had seen her in such a state, it would have been rather revolting. But to her, this was sexual bliss.
"Oooooh… Oh! Fuck! You… K-King of… oh!"
Joffrey scoffed and slapped her ass harder, his cum-filled balls spanked her clit. His slaps left bruises, perfect prints of his spread hands. Her northern, pale flesh glowed red like her hair. He was in total control.
That was Joffrey's plan. Denying her the luxury of resting that pretty little ass anywhere for the coming days. Whenever she'd dare, she'd feel the sting, reminding her of her own unholy submission under his cock.
"I-I-uh! I'm going to…!" Ygritte felt that gripping sensation once again. Her wailing turned mindless as another orgasm slammed right through her. She bucked under his thrusts, her back arching up and down, but he kept her face planted on the floor.
"Ooooh!"
Her mouth opened to utter something, but his insane, brutal thrusts emptied her lungs out. Her spit pooled into a nasty little puddle, smearing against her flushed cheek.
Any lingering trace of her pride had vanished. Dissolved in that puddle of her spit and sweat under her dirt-coated face. Under the constant plunges of his cock, under his humiliating slaps that she so loved.
Wildling men didn't hit or grip this hard, it was never even a thought. Pumping their cocks a few times, spurt out, then leave. This was nothing like that, far from it.
Joffrey had been fucking for what seemed like an eternity to her. No man had ever turned her this sore before. Slamming in again and again, making her come so many times she lost count. It felt like she was tied up and helplessly dunked into sweet honey, forcefully drowned in bliss.
"Mmmmm!"
Then it returned, the first ever, a triple orgasm. Right on the floor, she turned into an even greater mess as her back arched up involuntarily, squirts of juices gushing out of the tight gaps that Joffrey's cock barely left.
Pa!
"Is that worst enough for you?" Joffrey interrogated roughly, his finger playing with her anal hole using her own pussy juices. "No response? Very well, let's keep it going. Turn around."
That wasn’t a request.
He pulled out of her sopping cunt and threw her sideways. Then, he grabbed one ankle and fully made her lie on her back. She certainly felt a sting as her ass settled on the floor, but he gave her no time and settled between her legs. His shaft reentered her cunt with unmatched speed, filling her up even deeper in that position.
Before, she felt it against her cervix, but now it felt as if he was about to pierce through and plunge into her womb. It felt like a burn, and as she raised her head to look at her belly, she noticed the thing.
For the first time, as Joffrey scooted closer and folded her thighs up until her knees stuck to her breasts, she saw him drilling into her peachy red pussy. Oh, that length, oh that frothy mess, it haunted her with delight. How that thing could vanish in her pussy was a mystery, but she did see a bump travel up and down her belly.
"Ummmmgh!" She couldn't hold the moans anymore. Were they even moans?
A moment later, she was fully under his control, legs wrapped around his waist as he drove in with mindless intensity. Pile-driving into her core, he held nothing back and gave the loudest music to her ears yet, the constant slaps of their flesh.
Joffrey smirked as he watched her scrunched face. He kept pushing her legs into her, folding her slender, flexible body like a mere toy to break. The King thoroughly savored her wildling pussy and she gave it to him willingly.
But more than anything, she couldn't stop looking at his face. How he gritted his teeth, how he combed his fingers through his shoulder-length hair to push it back.
She gulped. She hated herself for those thoughts. Yes, he was devilishly handsome, and it annoyed her. He was the King of seven fucking kingdoms with the sexual prowess of a god. Knowing all that, being pounded by him did seem like a privilege.
She hated herself for thinking that. For surrendering like that. She was a fucking free woman! How could she—
"You!" Joffrey voiced suddenly, and while keeping an insane pressure between her legs, folding her, he reached for her throat again.
He squeezed her throat like a mere twig between his calloused palm. The chokehold was strong but easy enough to keep her awake.
"Say it! Say you love getting fucked senselessly by your king!" He demanded, while maintaining the endless impacts of his shaft.
"Mmmm…"
"Say it!"
Pa!
This time, Joffrey slapped her face, right on the cheek. He released her throat and kept patting her cheeks mercilessly until she turned as red as her ass.
"Say it!"
"Yesssss~ Yessss!" Ygritte didn’t know what came over her. She stretched one hand between her legs and began playing with her clit. She stared dreamily at Joffrey's face and smirked. "I do! I love it!"
"Love what? From whom?"
"Getting fucked! By my King!" She surrendered.
Pa!
Joffrey slapped again. "And you love getting slapped by your king."
"I do, I do, I doooo-oooooh!"
"And…" Joffrey sneered a grin. "You love getting spat on, toyed like a whore by your king!"
Her hand moved on her clitoris like an unstoppable machine. She raised her own hips higher by the strength of her mere muscles. She gave him more space to thrust in and ruin her cunt.
"I love being… Yooou-re toy!"
So, Joffrey spat on Ygritte's face, close to her nose.
"Then clean that damn filth off your face." He commanded and leaned forward on her. He suckled her breasts while letting her wipe her face clean.
It was such an erotic position, her legs tight around him, her heels digging on his back. Her tits were small but the nipples were sizable, so he bit on them roughly, thrashing them between his teeth and tongue. She arched her chest up in response, but he responded with a harder, rough thrust.
Her pussy was no longer that tight for him as she'd climaxed too many times. The extreme lubrication made it too easy to glide in and out, and he reckoned it was time he ended it. He'd been fucking her for hours by now.
Then, he did something she never expected. He loomed over her, covering her body completely under his weight. He folded her like paper, his muscled arms spreading wide under her knees and then pushing her legs up and apart, making her toes almost reach the side of her ears.
She'd never been stretched and folded like this before. This was utter insanity, how he played with her living, breathing body. Her puffy, swollen pussy was now even more spread apart, presented higher for his plundering.
He did just that while his face hovered above her. His furious blue eyes stared down at her barely open ones. Drops of sweat dripped from the tip of his nose to her lips, now her face clean again.
"Yesssss! Yes, yes, yes…. Oooooh!" Her mind, numb and on the edge of insanity, rested on the brink of explosion. "F-Fuck… Fuck me… Fuck your wildling whore… Ruin me! Give me that cock! Harder!"
Joffrey chuckled even when tired and panting on her like a working bull. "What else am I doing, you little, twig-like thing. T-This cunt… I own it now… I own this tight body of yours…"
He fully pressed down on her body, her ankles now right beside her head. She hugged his neck too, and he grinned at her willingness despite his rough actions and words.
"Y-You're… Ah! A vile beast!" Ygritte groaned.
Joffrey scoffed and lowered his lips closer to hers. His final move to claim her. "And what does that make you? Huh? A wild, savage whore?"
"Yessss!" Ygritte roared and pulled his face down.
Their lips matched, and the kiss ensued. Joffrey stopped controlling himself and let that tickling release surge forward. In the meantime, he relished her hot tongue, so warm and scorching, so full of dribble. Their tongues coiled together and swept each other's mouths. No longer mindful of the floor they were on or any exhaustion.
Joffrey closed his eyes just like Ygritte and let his instincts take over.
The squelching claps kept growing faster. Her moans kept getting louder inside his mouth. He could feel it, her pussy writhing, churning his shaft with desire. Her climax had once again come knocking. No! It came exploding on his masculine rod.
This was no longer fucking, or even a torture. In that position, she felt like a toy being bred by its owner. So minuscule, insignificant under his powerful body and his social status. She felt like a non-existent, inconsequential thing that was blessed.
"Ooooh! Yes! Please, please… Keep going!" She pleaded to him, already having sensed his throbbing shaft. She wanted this final climax.
Joffrey gave her just that. He felt her pussy grip him tight, clenching and releasing in insane spams. Her eyes became a waterfall of tears as she cried out again and again, pleading for him to give it to her, to give her the pleasure of a woman.
"I-I'm… I'm… Coming!" Ygritte announced, that voice shattering through her throat. Her nectar seeped onto his cock like an endless waterfall.
By then, Joffrey felt his cock straining. After hours, he'd started to feel a tingling pain in his sack, pleading with him for a final release. So he kept shoving in her plump pussy until he felt his cockhead bulge inside.
"Uuuugh! Take it then!"
With his declaration, he jammed himself balls deep, tightly sealing against her fertile womb's entrance. Finally, he unleashed his potent baby batter, holding nothing back, even grounding himself against her to reach as deep as he could.
Over and over again his balls jumped in joy, his hands digging underneath her thighs as he kept pressing his weight into her tight cunt.
"Oooooh!" Ygritte's flushed face glowed in joy, her mouth agape as she felt his bruising cock spill the viscous liquid inside. That hot, thick spill drowned her insides like a flood.
"Haaah…" Joffrey panted and fell on top of her. "Haaaah…"
Ygritte was in no state to respond as her eyes rolled back and her legs finally came down, released from his rough hold. But once her ass scraped against the floor, it stung.
This man, laying on top of her.
This man, with his cock still buried deep.
This man, who just spilled his seed inside.
He'd truly tamed her in every way she could imagine. Val was completely right; Joffrey Baratheon was indeed the true King of all.
She kept feeling his cock pulsating, his orgasm so potent that it went on for so many squeezes.
"You…" Joffrey suddenly raised his torso, his hand unashamedly chokeholding her neck again. "Drink the bloody Moon Tea when given. I'll claim no bastard spawned from your whore-ish cunt!"
"Bastard!" Ygritte growled.
"Whore!" He cursed back and pulled out of her cunt.
Her eyes widened. She felt it so thoroughly. How that musky mix of her and his climax seeped out of her gaping pussy. Blobs of his batter dribbled out slowly, forming a pool. She was shocked by how much it was. She knew it then, only Moon Tea could save her from watching her womb swell.
"Ah!"
But then, to her shock, Joffrey lifted her in a princess carry and took her to the bed, gently laying her there.
She frowned, not expecting such an act from him. "Release me!"
"Shut your mouth!" Joffrey sneered and once again got on top of her on the bed. "You thought I'm done with you?"
Ygritte's eyes widened. "What?!"
Joffrey chuckled and fully plunged his body down on her chest, his flaccid cock rubbing on her cave of wonders. He gripped her face tightly between his thumb and fingers, squeezed her cheeks in.
"Since I've spilled in your cunt once, I'll have my way a few more times. Hope you don't mind, not that it matters."
"Umh…" Ygritte instinctively arched her chest up as he licked her nipples. Her fingers combed through his golden, soaked hair. "D-Do your… worst…"
In response, she only heard Joffrey's muffled laughter.
She had no damn clue what she was doing. She just stared at the ceiling, loving every second of how he defiled her body. As a woman of the Freefolk, she used to believe her tolerance was high when it came to rough sex.
But this was… an eye-opener.
"Aaaah!"
Literally.
"Oooh!"
Once again, he was inside, and she welcomed him.
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In the coming days, Joffrey claimed Ygritte in even greater ways. Eventually, he feasted on the two Wildling girls together, Val and Ygritte. It was quite an experience as both women desired being dominated by him. They didn't mind his roughness.
Occasionally, he visited Catelyn to relish the warmth of her mouth. But he never fucked her, keeping her sopping cunt needy. Instead, he bedded Sansa and Arya together on occasion to have them get used to the company.
The grand plans were slowly coming to an end. As more days passed, the royal coffers began filling up. Many lords sent gold to aid in the battle against the dead. The decision was made to temporarily shift the capital from King's Landing to Winterfell so the war planning could go on better.
The smallfolk were slowly informed about the dead beyond the wall. Rumors were controlled, and the Faith of the Seven, as well as Melisandre's people, helped maintain order.
The anxiety could be felt. Blue blooded or not, all spoke of the dead in muffled voices. But what mattered the most was how united Westeros had become.
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"Grandfather." Joffrey sat in his solar as Tywin walked in and took a visitor's seat. Of course, Joffrey didn't stand up. He couldn’t since Taena of Myr was underneath his table in all her naked, dusky glory, slobbering his cock from tip to balls.
Tywin was no fool. He'd seen too many things in his lifetime. But he couldn't care less when it came to his beloved grandson. If anything, Joffrey deserved all the women in Westeros, for his name was going to be written in golden letters in the annals of history.
"I am told you intend to move the capital."
"It’s only temporary, Grandfather," Joffrey said, lounging back in his chair with a smirk. "But I must say, I’m impressed—you managed to arrive so soon."
Tywin nodded and took a calming breath. The man always measured his words wisely. "I had to when the fight determines our very survival. Tell me, then—how does the Crown wish to make use of me?"
Joffrey pointed at the map of Westeros on the table.“The Wall is our shield, the dead won’t march past it while it stands. But I won't deny the possibility that the Night King may have plans to destroy a section of it. The Night’s Watch is manned, fed, and reinforced, yet that’s not enough. I will lead the armies of Westeros to Winterfell myself. We’ll camp there, hold the North."
Tywin didn't try to argue with him. "The coordination will need to be well planned."
"Aye, that’s where you come in, Grandfather. While I rule Westeros from Winterfell, you will hold King’s Landing as my proxy. Keep the city in order; keep the South quiet. No bandits, no schemers—none who think to take advantage while my men march North."
Tywin quickly agreed. Joffrey's request was no less than a praise to his prowess. "As you wish, Your Grace. But…"
The Old Lion gazed at the map of Westeros and frowned. Almost all of Westeros was marked with a lion's sigil. All except one.
"A threat left unchecked is a blade at our backs."
"Ah, the Squids." Joffrey almost purred. Taena's mouth was simply a delight. Nonetheless, he looked at the Iron Islands with a mocking smile. "You’re right, Grandfather. That’s why I’ve decided to host a… training battle. The full strength of Westeros, with the might of the Redwyne fleet and our glorious new Royal Fleet. A fine test, don’t you think?"
"You intend to attack the Iron Islands?"
Joffrey shook his head. "Not at all, Grandfather. We'll merely be holding a mock battle to train our men—nothing too serious—until, quite unexpectedly, our charming prisoner, Asha Greyjoy, dares to strike at me. And just like that, war with the Iron Islands becomes inevitable."
The Old Lion smiled, a rare, silent compliment to his most talented grandson.
The true successor to the Lannisters.
The true Golden Lion.
"Unexpected indeed, Your Grace."
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A/N: I think I will end this story in Chapter 40 or 41. Once I'm done banging the three Stark women.
Comments
Lord Mehmeh
Stable boy becomes lord paramount arc broooooo
Trickey
Sounds good
MrPlotThickens
The next one won't be HOTD. Kinda waiting for Season 3 before I go knee-deep into it. But considering how distant it is, I might end up doing one. The next ASOIAF fic I've planned will be more grounded. Starting as a stable boy in the North before Robert's Rebellion. After that fic, I might actually do a HOTD series.
Trickey
any chance you could do a house of the dragons fic after golden lion
