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GOT: The Golden Lion 33 - Vows, Rat Hunting & Closer To Dream
🕑 Added 2024-12-18 06:11:53 +0000 UTCIt felt like a dream.
It felt like an impossible possibility.
Daenerys Targaryen felt as if the air was frozen in her chest. In silence, she stared at her man raising his sword high and commanding the men until they knelt at the mere sight of him. She watched as her man pulled her along into the Great Sept of Baelor. She watched as her man commanded the Septon to prepare for their marriage vows.
No doubt raised. No hesitation shown. She felt desired in ways she didn't know were possible. She felt possessed by someone else as if her life wasn't just hers anymore. That feeling was new and heartwarming. Something she felt neither with her own brother nor with Drogo, whom she had foolishly come to believe she loved—a mere ailment of mind.
Still in those barbarian clothes, she stood before Joffrey, face to face staring at him. She held onto his hand and listened to the High Septon guiding them through the vows.
"Make it quick," Joffrey warned the High Septon.
The old, fat man quickly started blurting, "In the sight of the Seven, I hereby see you these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words. Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger…”
"I am…" High Septon looked at Daenerys.
She locked her eyes with Joffrey's. "His and he's mine, from this day, till the end of my days."
High Septon then looked at Joffrey. "I am…”
"I'm hers and she's mine, from this day, till the end of my days."
Finally, Joffrey stepped closer to her and wrapped one arm around her slender waist. He pulled her in and lowered his face, his lips waiting to pluck hers. "With this kiss, I pledge my love…"
And with that, Daenerys felt her lover… her husband land a gentle kiss, soft as velvet against her own, warm and loving without any hint of indecency reserved for bedchambers. She felt respected, loved, and finally… not alone.
"Ummm…" Daenerys kissed him back by rising on her toes. She made it a little deeper, yet held back from sliding her tongue between his lips.
She lusted for more. She hungered to 'consummate' her marriage again, despite already being with his babe. She still wanted to feel that first night with her husband.
"Shall we?" Joffrey extended his arm towards her. "We should enter the Red Keep."
Daenerys took it warmly, her lips curved in a big smile.
Feeling content, she followed her husband out of the Great Sept of Baelor.
This was what she wanted.
This was what she needed.
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Joffrey Baratheon felt content with everything he had achieved. As he stared at his completely surrendered new wife, and the eyes of adoration among the City Watch, smallfolk, and Kingsguards—he felt proud of himself.
The game of thrones was going well and it was finally back on track. After the fuck-up that Margaery had gifted him, this moment felt like his true step toward the final victory. He didn't know if he was going to survive the Fire God's wrath, but he knew if he did, he'd have everything he desired.
Women, wealth, and power.
"Your Grace." Ser Jaime knelt like a loyal knight and gestured towards the stagecoach prepared at the base of the stairs. "Welcome back to King's Landing."
“Uncle…” Joffrey made Jaime stand up and gave him a hug. But it wasn’t his affection, but rather his intention to whisper something in his ear. “Thank you, uncle. I know you did what you did for all of us"
He felt Jaime stiffen in his embrace. It made Joffrey slightly amused. He finally had yet another tool to toy Jaime with.
How was it murdering your own sister-lover? I hope you suffered, Jaime. I hope it hurt… you sister fucker.
Joffrey, for no reason, felt blatant hatred towards Jaime. Although, he still saw him as a useful pawn. Perhaps, there was something broken inside him. Joffrey knew long ago that he saw every living creature around him as a pawn. All people were ranked by their usefulness.
One day, you will suffer the same fate, Uncle.
"It's good to be back, Ser Jaime. But matters are awaiting my attention, and I cannot waste time excursing the streets." Joffrey put an arm around his beautiful, silver-haired trophy, which came with a mighty dragon. "I shall take the dragon with my wife."
And that was exactly what he did. Right in front of all the eyes, Joffrey sat down behind Daenerys, holding her frame so passionately that it was impossible to think that Joffrey wasn't in control. His larger frame made him seem the owner of the woman as well as the steed.
Woosh!
And with that, the dragon soared towards the Red Keep, drawing a massive shadow over the small homes and the smallfolk. Most gawked in awe, and some revealed fright. There was no man alive in Westeros who had seen dragons of the old.
Well, there was one. But Joffrey didn't deem him worthy of drawing any more breaths.
Merely a few moments later, the dragon landed in an open back garden of the Red Keep. A small feast was prepared for it, made of sheep and goats. Meanwhile, Joffrey led Daenerys into the castle.
However, his steps were measured and his face was not as pleased. He noticed there were men and women in the middle of decorating the castle and cleaning every corner of it. This was not a common occurrence and was only reserved for grand occasions.
He made his way towards the Great Hall. There were even more servants on the way doing their things. But he noticed a few were changing the banners fluttering on the walls. It was his banner that was being removed.
"No, they didn’t! Those bloody traitors!" Joffrey snapped, his voice sharp with fury as he clenched Daenerys' hand tighter and yanked her along.
He stormed into the throne room and found multiple minor nobles gathered there. The King's throne was empty but Tywin was present there on the side, standing.
The old lion finally shows his ambitions. Joffrey glared at his grandfather, looking so proud of himself.
"Looking for a new king, are you Grandfather?"
"The realm was, but that seems no longer necessary, Your Grace," Tywin replied solemnly and walked towards Joffrey. "We are delighted to have you back."
Joffrey noticed his grandfather's eyes staring at Daenerys the whole time. How could he not when his new wife was murdering him a thousand times with her mere purple eyes? Her face was twisted in anger and hate.
You'll have to be my sacrificial pawn, Grandfather. Joffrey decided it right then and there. He already planned on killing Tywin, but now he had a good reason. However, he didn't want to just gift the old lion's head to her. No, he wanted her to desire it desperately, and then he'd so 'graciously' give it to her for something in return.
"I'll overlook this insolence—for now. Plotting to crown another king before I’ve even fallen? It’s disgraceful. But I have no patience for the dull and ordinary. I’m here for what Jon Snow has sent from the North. Summon the Small Council, Grandfather."
Without even addressing the crowd, Joffrey pulled Daenerys along and took her to his bedchamber. Since they were now married, he saw no need to give her another room. Besides, he felt she wanted it too. Not to mention, they needed a change of clothes.
Something less barbaric.
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For Sansa Stark, the events that unfolded were no less than falling off a cliff only to be saved and then falling down again. At first, she heard that her husband had died. Then she heard he had returned, only to wed another woman.
She thought she'd be Joffrey's first wife. She thought she'd be his only true queen. She was aware of Joffrey's helplessness, but she still dreamt of a grand marriage with the father of her daughter. Joanna had already begun to speak, even.
"H-How could he…"
"You knew it all along." Taena of Myr, who had kept Sansa company as per Joffrey's command, spoke like a close friend, every word laced with intent. "Joffrey is a man of wild conquests and immeasurable future. He's a King who comes once every century. You knew it, Sansa, but you chose not to see it. Don't be saddened but be delighted for he now has no obstacle holding him back. Targaryen dragons were a threat to him, you, and your daughter, but now that Targaryen woman can be your sister—The Seven have blessed you."
Sansa looked at her close friend, too close by normal standards. The turmoil in her heart couldn't be solved that easily. She was already aware of Joffrey's plans to a degree. Even Arya had told her not to expect to be the first wife.
Yet, despite her best attempts, it stung her to see that dragon land while she stood on the balcony. It stung her to see how her husband caught the white-haired woman by the waist and let her down gently. It hurt her to see how Joffrey touched her belly, a clear sign of what grew inside.
"But… The realm will—"
"Roar in admiration and adoration? Tell me, Sansa, who was the last King to conquer new lands? Who was the last King to cross the sea and win over people? Who was the last King to have two wives and dragons?"
"A-Aegon…"
Taena giggled and softly rubbed Sansa's face with her hands. "My sweet Sansa, open your eyes and see the truth laid bare. Your name will be etched into the annals of history, whispered by tongues yet unborn. You are one of the three heads of the dragon with a lion's tail—You have given him his first heir, and no power in this realm can unmake that claim."
Sansa nervously nodded. "W-What should I do now?"
"Nothing at all, my sweet. Simply wait. If His Grace seeks you out, speaks with you, takes you to his bed, and shares his secrets, then you have his heart. And if that is so, there is no cause for fear."
Relaxed brows, her breath calming, Sansa nodded gently and looked down at nothing.
"I-I’ll do that…"
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Joffrey didn't know that the woman he'd invested so little in would pay him back so significantly. All he had asked of Taena was to prepare Sansa to hopefully share a bed alongside her sister.
But uncaring of those matters, for now, he walked with Daenerys to the Small Council room. He had changed into a regal attire suitable for the King, and his wife wore something matching his attire—an ample amount of gold with hints of white.
"Are you sure about this? They might protest having me in there."
Joffrey sneered and pulled her closer by her waist and continued to walk. "I’d be dead without full control over my Small Council. They know their worth to me, and they won’t dare rise above it. Their fortunes are tied to mine—except for the few fools who forget that."
Daenerys hummed and looked at his taller frame, directly at his face. "Will you… show me around the Red Keep after this?"
"I would love to… after consummating our marriage," Joffrey teasingly replied. "The first night is still awaiting us."
"I believe we have long since passed that, my husband… far beyond it."
"Past fucking? I dare say, Daenerys, not sliding in your flower every moment of the day is a sin I wish I wasn't commitin—"
Pa!
She playfully slapped on his shoulder, a blush on her face. "Shh… Walls have ears."
"Then let's deafen them with your moans."
"You…"
Joffrey loved teasing her because he had noticed it. She seemed to love it whenever he acted playful, lustful towards her, and in general like a man in love. It was understandable, which wife wouldn't love it if her husband was head over heels for her?
"Very well, let's get serious then." Joffrey stopped teasing her as they approached the Small Council chamber. The Kingsguard standing outside there saluted him and opened the door.
"Your Grace." The members of the council sprang up to their feet. There was newfound respect and fear visible in their eyes.
Joffrey, ignoring the members, walked over to his seat and glared at Tywin whose seat was to his left. He didn't ask Tyrion to move since he was the Hand, and Tywin was a temporary member from the beginning.
"Grandfather, since I have returned, I shall take the position of the Master of War and lead the charge," Joffrey declared. "Send ravens across Westeros—all of it. Every Lord and Lady with a castle or an army to their name is to come to King’s Landing by the end of next month. This is no request; it’s an order. If they refuse to stand with us now, then they’ve no place in Westeros at all."
Tywin froze for a moment, his face appearing conflicted. But the next moment, the old man stood up and left the room. It was no longer a secret that the King was displeased by Tywin's attempt to install Tommen as the King that quickly.
Finally, Joffrey let Daenerys take the seat beside him and focused back on the Council. He nodded at Tyrion to his right to start the meeting.
"Ah, quite the day, isn't it? Dragons soaring above, and now one at our side. I must admit, Your Grace, I never imagined you could wield fire as well," Tyrion muttered and got to the point. "I'm sure Your Grace-s would want to know about the North. We’ve received the box. And I’ve seen the... abomination with my own eyes. As for Jon Snow, well, he didn’t make it."
"Oh, such a tragedy," Joffrey lazily blurted, clearly showing his lack of concern about the death. "Regardless, who brought the Wraith and where is it?"
"Oh, of course, it was Jon Snow's woman who brought it here, fulfilling her dear lover's dying wish. How terribly romantic. And the Wraith? Locked up in the dungeon, naturally. Guarded at all times."
Joffrey hummed and stood up suddenly. He had no desire to see the Wraith since he already knew White Walkers existed as a matter of fact. No, his goal was right inside that room. Since the beginning, he only desired to keep the loyalists around him.
While at times he had to hold himself back from weeding out traitors, he no longer felt the need to hold himself back.
"I've noticed, Uncle, that the activity at the port has increased. I must admit, you've done well—finally, the city looks like a King's dwelling, not some beggar’s slum. But still, you've failed to rid it of the rats." Joffrey grabbed his sword from the table, unsheathing it with a sharp motion. Its Valyrian steel gleamed under the sunlight streaming through the window.
"Don't you realize? A single rat can bring a plague that destroys generations."
Heads turned as Joffrey began walking around the table. Lord Redwayne sweated, Sandor Clegane didn't even flinch, and Tyrion looked around with interest. The new, temporary Maester Qyburn didn't seem interested.
Despite the varying reactions, the air inside the Small Council chamber turned thick with confusion and fear. The suddenness of the situation made it all the more scary to them. None of them knew who was at fault and why they were being interrogated.
"It seems I'll have to sully my hands," Joffrey added and stood behind Varys' chair. "More than traitors, I hate opportunist bastards who hold no allegiance… Isn't that right, Varys? Must have been great to spy for both me and Daenerys at the same time. I guess your old master should have cut more than just your balls—Let's fix that."
“Y-Your Grace, I have been loya—” Varys stammered at the abrupt accusation and tried to look behind. But then he noticed Daenerys’ cold gaze and he froze in shock.
Woosh!
"Aaargh…!"
Joffrey slammed his sword from the back of the chair and pierced it straight through Varys’ heart. The blade of his sword exploded through the chest and protruded from the front.
Lord Redwyne jumped to his feet in shock, Tyrion too, not having expected such swift execution in the chamber. Only Sandor Clegane remained in his seat, too used to seeing blood.
Blood oozed from Varys' lips, shock registered on his face. Death came so suddenly. No spies, and no calculations could have prepared him for the sudden retaliation.
Why?
Why was it all ending like this?
Varys couldn't find an answer as his life faded away.
"Varys and Illyrio have been friends since childhood." Joffrey looked at Daenerys as he returned to the seat. "Illyrio took you in, not out of kindness, but to push Viserys into selling you off to a Dothraki brute. Meanwhile, Varys ran to Robert, whispering secrets—your location, your state—every sordid detail. A pair of slithering rats, sowing chaos and daring to call it peace."
Joffrey seriously had no idea what Varys' true game was. That was precisely why he had to be killed. The man was a wild card that he didn't want to face.
"That…" Tyrion muttered softly. "Reasonable, but who will be our spymaster now?"
"I have one already," Joffrey replied and looked outside the window. "I'll speak with the new spymaster soon. Uncle, ready the ravens with Grandfather to summon the lords and ladies here. Tomorrow, I’ll see the Wraith, alongside Daenerys."
"I'll get to it."
Quickly, the Small Council chamber emptied, leaving Joffrey and Daenerys alone with Varys' dead body. The scent of blood was thick in the room.
"So it was a game for them all along," Daenerys murmured annoyedly, glaring at Varys' dead body.
"Believe it or not, Daenerys, it's all a game. Some claw for the throne, others scrape to stay near it. But those who dare to play against us—they don’t get to live."
Daenerys hummed and grabbed Joffrey's hand. "The more I see through your eyes, the clearer it becomes why I faltered in Slaver’s Bay. I was too... unyielding to the realities before me."
"Well, now you have me." Joffrey pulled her closer, maintaining the guise of a perfect husband. "Let's go now, I'll show you the Red Keep. I'm sure you'd want to see the skulls in the cellars."
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Joffrey parted with Daenerys after showing her the Red Keep. Knowing he'd have plenty of time with her that night, he headed out under disguise and visited Chataya's brothel using the secret tunnel.
He appeared right inside the top room and found Chataya waiting for him, draped in luxurious silk that clung to her dark figure like its life depended on it. Her charming smile and her mature face were a sight of men's dreams.
But Joffrey had no plans to bed her that day.
"Perhaps this will be the last time we meet in the shadows," Joffrey said, brushing the dust from his tunic as he rose. His sharp gaze fixed on the towering Summer Islander. "Varys is dead, and I find myself in need of a new Master of Whisperers. Tell me—how far has our little endeavor traveled?"
Chataya welcomed the King to a seat and poured him wine, sitting closer to his side and caressing his thigh. "Westeros is in our grasp, but Essos is challenging."
"I'll allow the Red Priestesses to serve us, but don't rely on them too much. They're tools, nothing more," Joffrey commanded sharply, leaning back as she stroked his leg, a gesture he indulged. "Once Daenerys departs, come to the Red Keep. I’ll name you my new Master of Whisperers."
"I will make the preparations." Chataya nodded and filled his goblet of wine again. "And the wolf girl? She awaits in another chamber."
"Sansa? Here?" Joffrey exclaimed. "When did she come here?"
"An hour ago. She sought me out because of our… alliance. She knows I hold the means to reach you."
Joffrey sighed inside, knowing how anxious Sansa must be. I was wary of meeting her with Daenerys in the Red Keep. But if she's here…
"Take me to Sansa."
Quickly, he followed Chataya downstairs and walked towards her private residence curtained away from the common visitor's area. So, without being seen, he walked towards the luxurious private chamber.
"I shall leave you to your discussion, Your Grace," Chataya said softly, her gaze lingering for a moment before she turned to go. "If there is anything you require, do not hesitate to call upon me."
Joffrey watched her sway her hips as she left. I'm blessed with fine women in this life.
Alone, he opened the door and entered the room. Right away his eyes caught the movement inside. A figure that jumped to stand up, adorned in a beautiful red gown, sleeveless, tight around her waist with a bodice, her hair tied in braids and a bun behind, eyes as blue and shining as ever. Her tall frame had flesh from her previous pregnancy, her breasts remained slightly swollen and her hips ready to birth another.
"Oh, how I've longed for you, my beautiful Sansa!" Joffrey shouted, striding toward her with force. Without giving her a chance to react, he seized her waist and lifted her off the ground. "I thought I'd never see you again. I thought I would perish out there, surrounded by those animals."
It was an act. Everything was an act. He did hold a level of desire and love towards his women. But at the end of the day, everything else remained an act. He was certainly good at it since he felt Sansa's palpitating heartbeat.
"Joff…"
Joffrey hugged her tightly, almost pulling her up entirely off the ground. Then, he lowered her gently, his “loving” gaze lingering on her confused expression as he held her face between his hands. Without giving her a chance to say more, he kissed her roughly, waiting for her to react and melt in his palm.
Sansa was internally bewildered, she came to confront him and question him thoroughly. But the moment she felt the warmth of his lips, all the thin ice that shrouded her heart started to melt. She missed him so much, his care, his affection, the lingering heat of his warm body.
Joffrey soon felt her give in, parting her lips for him, allowing him to slide his tongue in. His hands slid down her frame and wrapped around her supple hips. He greedily felt her soft flesh, while reveling in the way she welcomed his kiss now. Truth be told, he found her naivety somewhat adorable.
Like an eager little lamb, Sansa took in his invading tongue, suckling on his lips as her own hands pulled him closer to her body. Beyond her worries, beyond the surface jealousy, the thought of being unwanted by her King scared her more than anything else. She wanted to melt into him, forever inseparable.
Finally, Joffrey broke away from the kiss and held her face in his hands once again.
"I know, my love. I know that you have many questions. I’ll answer everything." Joffrey pulled her with him towards the canopied bed and made her sit beside him. "I must have hurt you so much…"
Joffrey kissed her again, deeply, passionately, with a sense of urgency; as if the only thing that mattered now was proving his “love” for her. He pushed her back with the force of his plundering kiss, both their legs dangling off the edge of the bed as they lay on the soft bedding.
He turned towards her, pressed her body down by the side, and looked down at her innocent-looking oval face. Her neck was long and seductive, just like the day he took her first. He pecked on her cheeks again, raising goosebumps of joy and excitement all over her body.
"I longed for this… to feel you in my arms," Joffrey declared and breathed into her ear. "Do you hate me, my love?"
"N-No. I can never."
I know that, girl.
"Forgive me, I couldn't give you what you desired. I couldn't exchange vows with you first." Joffrey let out a sorrowful voice. "I…"
"Shhh…" Sansa whispered suddenly and moved her face towards him. She stared into his blue eyes and searched for his desire. There was plenty to see. "Do you still love me?"
"I never stopped, Sansa…"
With that, Joffrey lowered his face and kissed her again. This time he took things further and swiftly removed his tunic and shirt, eagerly getting naked above his waist. He kept kissing her face, lips, and neck as his greedy hands fondled her larger, moldable swells over her gown. He tasted every part of her body before going for the main course, pressing down on her from above, legs parted.
Sansa panted heavily as she hugged his head with heated love. She couldn’t wait for it. Finally, after such a long wait, she could feel his warmth once again.
She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist, feeling a little annoyed that her gown was holding her back from touching him intimately. She wiggled her hips round and round; pushing up and grinding her smoldering core on his erect flesh as he held her under his frame.
"T-Take me… please," Sansa murmured that bordered a whimper. "I want you… to feel me… my love."
Joffrey smirked inside and removed his breeches and smallclothes, leaving his cock bare and erect. “As do I, my love.”
He stood up near the edge of the bed, between her dangling legs. He then pushed up Sansa's gown from her sensual long legs and bunched it around her waist. He passionately started kissing her soft, pulpy, and hot thighs while his hands glided up her satiny white skin.
Taking in all the aroused sounds her panting breaths allowed, Joffrey slowly pulled off her smallclothes, letting his rough fingers trail down her curving hips, smooth thighs, and slender feet.
Finally, he sensed the familiar scent of her salivating petals. In that bright daylight-lit room, he found the perfect sight of her pale rosy flower. Although it changed shape after birth, it remained a sight to behold. The lips were welcoming and glistening, aching to receive him with quivering twitches.
Joffrey kissed her thighs, left and right, giving them ample attention, and then moved further up towards her juicy, bald pussy. He licked her swollen little bundle of nerves with a flick of his tongue, listening to that lewd little sound she always made.
“Oh… Joff…”
Joffrey could feel her legs trying to squirm in his grip as she moaned his name. The excitement in his own loins grew strong, his straining erection twitching anxiously.
As his face neared the portal of pleasure, he slowly licked her gleaming petals, wiggling his boneless tongue up and down her slit, causing her to shudder uncontrollably. With a rough, nimble finger, he parted her fleshy veil, and penetrated her core, while his slithering tongue danced around her sensitive clit.
Sansa’s body trembled in reckless abandon, engulfed by the erotic thoughts that swirled in her mind. The moistness in her cunt grew wild, flooding over Joffrey's finger in warm desire.
“Ohh… oh Joff… P-please, no more. I want to feel you.. in me… Ah! T-that loving… part of you.”
"I want to feel you too, my Sansa… I longed to feel you so much." Joffrey declared and stood back up.
Joffrey raised her legs straight up and wide, spreading them with both his hands on her ankles. At the same time, he pressed his straining swollen head on her entrance. He pressed in gently at first, parting her lower lips, and watched it sink inside. The warmth of her pink furnace gradually engulfed his cockhead.
But he felt she was tight again, held back by friction, or perhaps due to the lack of his attention. He pulled back and moved with small thrusts, slowly making his way inside her sweltering hot, tight depth as her slippery nectar covered his length.
It felt like bedding a virgin again.
Sansa whimpered continuously, her sensitive core constantly being toyed with. In and out, they slid along his thrusting length, pouting and suckling around his sizable girth that wasn’t even fully in yet. The agonizing bliss danced in her mind, teasing her with the promise of his cock striking that deepest part of her core.
Finally, Joffrey pressed her legs straight up against his chest, hugging her thighs tightly. He started plunging while leaning forward on her legs, folding her, and pressing her back into the soft bed.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!!!” Sansa cried out in ecstasy with each thrust, her sweet spot finally nudged to ecstasy.
Because the bed was too cushiony, her body reacted to his thrusts by squeezing and jumping back into him, forming a symphony of wet squelches and claps of their flesh. Her cries of sheer pleasure echoed through the room like a siren.
Joffrey started fucking her hilt deep each time, pressing his body harder onto her. He felt her cervix clash with his cock, her moans intensified with each heavy plunge. He put all his weight into it, even tilting forward on his toes, drilling down into her from his tall height.
Then, he spread her legs wide, his cock still slamming into her core, and got down on her body entirely, vanishing her under his muscular torso. His cock throbbed at the sudden change in tightness, moving her legs mid-thrust gave him an entirely different but equally exhilarating grip around his iron-hard manhood.
It felt tighter around his base, milking him thoroughly. He made her lock her legs around his waist, freeing his hands to explore the submissive soft body he had missed.
Joffrey kissed her lips with hunger while he kept ramming deep into her cunt, stifling her loud moans with his tongue. He had felt her flooding juices drown his cock twice already, and as her third one came, he felt close too.
He groaned into her lips as she did too, wrapping his arms around her back to go as deep as he possibly could.
"Ummmh… This time…" Joffrey panted hard into her glistening neck, but he wanted to say it. "N-No… No tea… no more…"
At that implication, and seeing his words as a declaration of his love and possessiveness, Sansa locked her legs tighter and pulled him in deeper. Her moans intensified, bordering on pain as his cock pressed against her cervix more than she was used to. It felt rough, insane, and primal, but she loved it all.
She was scared all this time, but with each of his thrusts, she forgot her worries. Every loud moan was a surrender, every cry was full of blissful love.
"Aaargh… let's have another… child…" Joffrey declared as his final thrust went deep into her sore petals. The ticklish tingle in his balls grew into a massive wave of pleasure, washing over his entire being. His blood rushed towards his loins, sending out a heavy burst of creamy, sticky batter that filled her to the brim.
"Yessss! Yesss, please… bless me with another!" Sansa was also overwhelmed by ecstasy, plunging head-first into cloud nine. Her body stiffened up entirely as her nectar gushed out, showering him with her molten love juice.
Then, after a few moments of clenching climax, she lost her strength and weakly lay there, breathless, spread and pressed under him.
Joffrey fell face-first onto her covered breasts and kissed her everywhere he could reach. His cock was calming down, but still deep inside the concoction of her pussy juices and his seeds.
"I-I love you… Joffrey."
Joffrey struggled for breath and hugged her frame underneath him. "Likewise, Sansa… I… I'll make you happy again… more and more…"
"I am already the happiest woman…"
Then let me make you even happier.
"I… I remembered something. Catelyn will soon be coming over."
And I'll finally be closer than ever to my dream. All three Stark women at the same time.
Joffrey couldn't help but look forward to that faithful, oncoming night. The mere thought made his cock swell and flex inside Sansa's warm cunt.
Ah, am I evil?
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Question: What to do with Ygritte?
Choice 1: Do nothing. Let her go back home.
Choice 2: Pump and Dump? Just a one night stand.
Choice 3: Why not have another wildling Kingsguard? Another woman to warm his bed alongside Val.
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Jacob Weiss
3
groudor
3
Marcus Hamilton
3
Huntzman
3
tyalaman
1
Goxo
3, but not so soon. Maybe have Val coerced her with tales of Joffrey and making comparison to Jon but him being better.
Yaz
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Darth Bane
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VBDA
Literally in this chapter, idk how he missed it
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Choice 3
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3 :D
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DarkthShadow
I think it was said that Jon died trying to bring a wight to Kings Landing, whether it's true or not, that's all we know rn.
DarkthShadow
Was there ever really any other choice but 3? XD
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Jackson Stott
1
War sage
3
Immaculate Fyre
3
woody wolff
3
Andryu Calvo
3
Sebas Tian
If shes not with Jon then 3, if she is then 1
Onyx haider
2, could you please consider the manderly sister threesome.
