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GOT: The Golden Lion 31 - The Burning Lion
🕑 Added 2024-11-21 17:40:57 +0000 UTCWho’s the one kneeling now, Daenerys Targaryen?
Eyes locked with hers, Joffrey proudly relished the sight of her tightly clamped lips against his thrusting shaft, the skin being pulled by her lips, the sound of that sliding flesh so audible. It felt triumphant, fucking the Mother of Dragons like a common whore.
"Ummh, um…"
Joffrey thrust hard, squeezing through her tight throat to let her take in all his length until she gagged and choked. Her struggling violet eyes and mouth widened with her nose pressed atop his faint pubes. It was all proof of his victory over her mind.
And this is merely the beginning.
"Ghk!" Daenerys struggled hard to contain Joffrey's fat cock. But her hands never pushed him back, only her claws scraping over his abs. She continued to look at him, teary-eyed, yet warm all over, and of course between her legs. She felt so full in her mouth, stretched to the limit, so shameful, yet pleasuring.
Hearing Joffrey's relishing moans and grunts tickled her heart somehow. As if there was a joy to seek in making this lover of hers blissful. For a while, she let him gain back his lost steam through the warmth of her maw.
"L-Let's… continue." Joffrey slowly pulled out of her mouth, gently giving her back some room to breathe. Such a view as the long, thick, sticky strands of his precum and her spit stretched from her lips to his cockhead. "You look lovely."
He showered a few compliments from time to time to keep her heart warm. The rest of her body was for his cock to heat up.
Which one now? He thought about the next position.
"Let's do… hands and knees." Joffrey pushed her in his desired direction, turning her around so she faced the fireplace. Then, he pushed her down by her neck until her elbows landed on the gown-covered floor while her knees raised her pale, plump, spread ass with all that musky spill of his from earlier, maintaining a creamy froth to aid his re-entry.
In front of the flickering warmth and light of the fireplace, Joffrey knelt behind Daenerys, both his hands groping her supple asscheeks, spreading them to peek at that slutty slit.
"Ah…"
He smirked at Daenerys' uncontrolled moan. He only probed his purple knob in at the start before slowly drilling in, feeling the hot tugs and squeezes of her cunt. It seemed to have a mind of its own as his thick manhood felt the embrace from all sides.
It won't be so gentle this time.
Joffrey thrust hard on the last few inches, striking her innermost core with urgency. He gave her no time to relax and gained a continued rhythm, fucking her with the sole purpose of just fucking. His thighs struck her asscheeks, sending waves of ripples with each thrust. The clapping of their flesh was loud, more than her moans.
"Ah, aaaah… Joff… s-slow…" Daenerys moaned in pleasure, her flower sore from the previous lovemaking. On her elbows, she stared at the fire, the dragon eggs on it. Her lips curved into a passionate smile, her eyes tried to squeeze shut as it became too much. He filled her to the brim with his stiffness, stretching her to the limit.
Pa!
Joffrey gently slapped her ass, marking her pale skin with a red palm mark.
Pa!
He struck the other asscheek and earned her desperate moans. As if her womb greeted each strike of his length, she writhed, struggling to keep her bottom raised. So close to her release already, the hints of spasms drew Joffrey further into his heightened lust.
"Ooooh… This is… You're… it's so warm inside me…" Daenerys muttered nonsense, panting between each word spoken. Her head finally fell down, too tired to keep up.
Joffrey graciously helped and leaned down behind her. Then, he wrapped one arm around her slender neck and pulled her entire body back on her knees, right against his chest all the while his thrusts continued to spear through her squelching cunt.
Let's test her limits.
Joffrey wanted to see if Daenerys had submissive tendencies. If she did, then controlling her would be easier. Up until now, he had already understood women by the way they liked to be fucked. Val was a warrior, brash and open, but her thoughts were pure and straightforward. So, she liked to be fucked rough, slapped even, and be treated like a Wildling, even if she didn't like that word.
Arya was a confused soul, but she desired more intimate and slow, guided sex. Meanwhile, Sansa was too adamant about being a model wife, hence her submissiveness went beyond mere obedience. To her, it was her duty to satisfy her noble husband no matter how gentle or rough he might be in bed. As for Catelyn, she was a noblewoman who liked passionate sex, and she wasn't submissive but rather gave more priority to feelings.
So, Joffrey tightly wrapped an arm around Daenerys' neck and squeezed her against his chest. His other arm went around to play with her bouncy tits, pinching her rosy nipples to arouse her more. Her lower back remained arched as her hips found no place to straighten, constantly getting pumped by his thickness.
"I-uh… forgive me, Daenerys, but you're too good…" Joffrey groaned into her ear, "You're squeezing me… so much!"
"Aaaah! Mm… Joff!" Daenerys raised her right arm and reached for Joffrey's head, her fingers combing through his golden locks. She felt his sweat, his bodily heat so closely, inside and outside. "I-It's okay… I like this… I'm… Ooh!"
Seeing her willingness, he tested the boundaries by pumping harder. He stopped fondling her breasts and played with her clit, while the arm on her neck tightened, almost choking her without endangering her.
He grunted and breathed heavily like a lion onto her nape and ear, his whispers of appreciation forming goosebumps across her glistening skin. He squeezed her body, he fondled her mounds, he pinched her clit, all the while sliding his lengthy need with cervix battering thrusts. He claimed her for himself, a war of minds that he slowly won.
Daenerys Targaryen, the woman of King Joffrey Baratheon.
I can feel it. He felt her cunt shivering and pleading to climax. Let this sow the seed. Take me, my silver-haired whore. Take my seed and grow it in your womb, uh…
Joffrey stopped pinching her clit or choking her. With both arms he hugged her waist and squeezed her harder into himself, all the while letting her front fall back on the floor, this time supported by nothing but her breasts and face.
Joffrey slammed his cock with each thrust, plunging deep, diving from the tip to the hilt each time. He rammed into her flat body, splaying her legs with his knees to give himself more access. Each shove pushed her body up towards the fireplace, and each pull sullied her gown underneath them.
Their mixture of bodily fluids formed a musky, sinful cream around the base of his cock and all over her swollen red cunt. He felt annoyed he couldn't see it all, but finding comfort in her steaming hot shoulder and neck, he focused on kissing her there and pumping his seeds in.
"Aaaaaah… yes, I'm there… just a little more!" Daenerys writhed underneath him, her muscles spasming, shivering at his deep kisses to her womb. Her fist clawed at her gown, and her moans echoed in the room.
"Gah…" Joffrey put his weight on her back and embraced her so warmly. On the verge of creaming inside, his pace hastened but thrusts grew shorter. "Together… Daenerys… with me."
"Yes! Together!"
Although Joffrey hated acting so loving and warm, and rather preferred more intense and reckless fucking, he couldn't afford to annoy Daenerys before she bore him the fruits of his labor.
"Uh… Uh…" Joffrey's agonized gasps grew louder, fatigue finally seeping in. Hot and moist, he slathered her nape with his kisses while the growing tickles in his balls and her squeezes gave him the last push.
He bucked within her, frozen balls deep, and all of his meaty length vanished in her tight cunt. Her own erotic spasms massaged the last of his need before the explosion of bliss came. He twitched, bordering small thrusts, oozing the frenzied release, the baby-making batter spurting as close to her womb as he could.
"Oooh!" Daenerys never stopped moaning, the throbs of her lover's cock felt like pinches in her swollen cunt. Her burst of ecstasy came right as she felt his cream fill her insides with warmth. It was fiery, and her entire body shook, turning sore on the floor.
Feeling so insanely stretched by his girth, she burst with that watery climax again and again, hearing the splashes even. Some leaked out between her pale thighs, while the rest drenched his spent cock.
She writhed, and he bucked within. He pumped the last few drops and she climaxed the final streams of sticky mess. Her and his, their bodies turned rosy from the heat, their faces the same.
"Ummm…" Daenerys took deep inhales and felt Joffrey's hair as his face landed against her right shoulder. "You're… quite the lover… Joffrey."
Joffrey kissed her neck from the side, still keeping her in place, his cock buried deep and slowly relaxing. "You too, Daenerys."
Finally, he pulled out of her slimy mess and rolled over beside her, catching his breath while staring at the ancient ceiling. Then, he pulled her over his chest, bringing closer her steamy lips to plant a gentle kiss of affection.
His rough hands explored her entire back, at times clenching her ass. He was nowhere near done, but for now, he needed to catch his breath. Besides, with her clothes now covered in the culmination of their passion, she had nothing to wear.
Proudly submissive? He decided on the verdict after some thinking. It appeared Daenerys wanted to get fucked roughly, but without acknowledging that she was doing what a whore would do. She wanted the illusion of nobility to remain.
"Hungry?" He asked while caressing her silver hair, letting her rest her face on his chest and listen to his beating heart.
"Hmm… starving."
"Thanks to your dragon, we have something to eat. But we need water." Joffrey replied and tried to get up. He looked towards the hall where the entrance hatch was.
Daenerys aided him this time. Still completely bare, her cunt was slimy inside despite being wiped. By the fire, shamelessly, she sat with her currently most desired man, and prepared some meat. "I hope it rains."
I hope so too.
Joffrey, although maintaining a charming smile, was worried about the future. As per the plan, he had started the breeding of the Mother of Dragons, but it was unknown if he'd get to even savor the fruits.
That fucking lizard.
Just like that, his displeasure for dragons intensified. Especially for Drogon.
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Plap! Plap!
"Aaaah… you're insatiable!"
Joffrey rammed in from behind, the air smelling of ash yet fresh.
As the heavens chose, it did rain. Joffrey and Daenerys quickly gathered the old utensils in the kitchen and climbed back up to the tower's roof. But once they spread the water containers, their hunger rose.
In Joffrey's mind, since he now had food and water, there was no need to hold himself back. Now, the goal was to do Daenerys as much as he could. Every hour of the day if possible, and ensure that the seed sprouts.
So, right on the rooftop, he fucked the Mother of Dragons from behind while he looked at the ruined city of Valyria in the distance. Most certainly, she was looking at the same. It brought him a strange, sadistic pleasure as if he was plundering the city itself while sliding between Daenerys' cunt.
As if he was conquering the ancient city of the dragon lords. Ending their mighty, ancient bloodline by spilling deep inside the last Targaryen woman. By having her birth him golden-haired lion cubs instead.
I hope this is R'hllor's play. I hope the dragon returns.
Joffrey finally unloaded himself inside Daenerys for the nth time. Their bodies were fresh and clean thanks to the rain, and the two still chose not to wear anything. Daenerys willingly slept in his arms on the bed, and willingly knelt to pleasure him, as if they had already exchanged vows.
No matter when he desired, she readily spread her legs. No matter when she needed it, he filled her up. As if the two shared the same thoughts, they poured their hearts, minds, and bodies into pleasuring each other, slowly gaining a place in each other's hearts too.
Other than fucking and eating, they talked a lot. About history, about the future, and certainly about conquering the world. Daenerys told him about Qart, the Warlocks, and the mysterious place called Asshai. Joffrey told her about the Red Women, and how the entire faith obeyed his command.
A day passed, then two, and soon the third day ended. Countless times Joffrey creamed inside Daenerys, and as many times she came against his cock, tongue, and even fingers. Her giggles filled the ancient ruins by the third night as she rested on Joffrey's chest, bodies spent of all strength.
Joffrey knew Daenerys' strengths and weaknesses by then. She desired acceptance and admiration more than just the throne. She wanted to feel powerful, yet her only power was dragons. She was scared of the men all around her, so she forced herself to keep a strong face. She desired protection and warmth that came unquestionably.
In simple words, Daenerys Targaryen desired Joffrey more than Joffrey desired her. In him, she saw a ruthless, pragmatic, intelligent lover. In him, she saw greatness.
Joffrey kept his eyes closed and caressed her back, slowly losing himself to sleep.
If that's all you'll take in return for living with the illusion that you're a co-ruler beside me, I'll take you, Daenerys Targaryen.
"Joffrey…"
"Hm?" He was too sleepy to talk.
"What do you think of me?"
He saw the question coming from a mile away. There was no doubt that Daenerys had seen through his attempts to fill her womb. This was her attempt to ensure that birthing his blood was a boon.
Joffrey squeezed her body closer to himself. "As a woman, there is no one more beautiful than you. As a breathing creature, there aren't many who have suffered the same insanity as you. You survived, struggled, and then thrived, now with three dragons and an army that nobody can ignore. That makes you one remarkable person, Daenerys Targaryen—a fantastic lover too, on top of that."
"Quite the charmer," Daenerys murmured with a soft, breathless laugh, her arms tightening around him in a firm embrace. "Then, let's stand together and burn those White Walkers."
And this is how House Targaryen ends. Joffrey thought and hummed in agreement.
"Let's do that… after getting out of here."
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"Graaaa!"
"He's here!" Joffrey shouted and grabbed his clothes, donning them quickly. He grabbed the dragon eggs from the fireplace and placed them in a makeshift cloth bag he made as he waited for Daenerys to dress up.
Almost six weeks they spent in that ruined tower. For the whole six weeks, they did nothing but make love to each other. But slowly, they began to lose hope of ever getting out.
"Quick!" Joffrey helped her climb the ladder fast. He just hoped the dragon was there to take them instead of dropping another sheep.
Daenerys, having grown to trust Joffrey, let him hold the dragon eggs. Her own task was to control Drogon and get it to let them climb its back.
"Obuljagon! Obey issa, Drogon!" Daenerys shouted towards the sky. "Māzigon kesīr naejot aōha muñnykeā."
Joffrey understood not a single word, but he saw the effects. The silhouette of the dragon started to grow bigger. The damn lizard was finally descending towards them. He let Daenerys continue to shout in High Valyrian, keeping close behind her to jump whenever needed.
"Get ready, Joffrey."
"Say the word," Joffrey replied, rechecking the tied sack with dragon eggs against his chest, and his sword on his back instead of his waist.
"Ilagon kesīr!"
Woosh!
"NOW!" Daenerys shouted and jumped towards the edge of the tower.
Joffrey, shocked by her trust in the dragon, followed behind while praying to the Old Gods and the New, but halfway he remembered R'hllor and prayed to him too. Just after she jumped from that absurdly high tower on the cliffside, he followed.
"Wraaaa!"
Thud!
Before he could realize anything, he felt the hard, scaly back underneath him. He frantically struggled to grab Daenerys back, and quickly settled himself behind her, tightly embracing her back while she steered the damn creature.
In a quick moment, they gained enough altitude to notice how impossible it was to escape from where they were stuck. The entire mountain's base was surrounded by likely toxic mist. There was nowhere to go but to die in the ruins.
But that little fact made him doubt something. Over Daenerys' shoulder, he looked at the back of Drogon's head.
Is the dragon in on it? R'hllor? Is he controlling it?
Confused, he gently wrapped his arms around Daenerys' belly.
If that's true, then this escape also means the seed has… sprouted?
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Joffrey soon realized that he had spoken too early.
"Drogon! Don't go there!"
Yet again, Daenerys lost control over her dragon. Joffrey didn't even act surprised anymore, now sure that this was R'hllor's doing. The fire god was doing what it deemed necessary. Already, Daenerys had told him that she didn't feel good. Desire to vomit bubbling in her belly.
He didn't know much, but there was a possibility that she was with his babe, and it seemed, he was successful from the very first bout of fucking. Now, her safety became a priority, her womb became a treasure.
"Hold tight." Joffrey held her, silently watching the filthy, nomad settlement grow in size in the distance.
Vaes Dorthrak, it was called. He had only heard about it in stories, and now he was seeing it firsthand. The home of the filthy savages, the horse nomads who believed in pillaging. So often dismissed as a 'culture' he saw the need to erase it. There was no need for such mindless fanatics in a civilized world.
What do you want now? Joffrey asked the fire god in his thoughts. I'll get killed here and her… ravaged.
"Joffrey, hold me tightly!" Daenerys braced for impact.
Joffrey covered Daenerys' belly with his arms as if trying to save her from getting hurt there.
The dust flew all around as the dragon's large wings fluttered. It roared, scaring away all the nomads nearby. The horses went insane and whinnied, some ran away.
Shhhh~
Drogon landed with speed, dragging its claws across the dirt-filled ground. It skidded for a distance before coming to a complete stop. Then, just like last time, it wriggled its back until Joffrey and Daenerys fell down.
Woosh!
Joffrey furiously watched the dragon fly away once again. But this time he cursed R'hllor more than the lizard. But he had more things to worry about than the dragon. He heard the countless footsteps and voices all around him.
Fuck! There are too many! Joffrey noticed the shadows of the people through the dust still settling. He had seen the size of Vaes Dothrak from the sky, so he had no illusions of somehow killing all of them.
Swooo!
Yet, he unsheathed his sword and took a battle stance, keeping Daenerys behind his body. She hadn't spoken anything all this time, nor gotten up. Instead, she heaved and puked on the dirt. The signs were there, she was pregnant.
"F-Forgive me… Joffrey…" Daenerys apologized helplessly, knowing how tough their situation was.
This isn't where it ends. Joffrey reminded himself. R'hllor has a plan. I only have to fulfill it.
"Stay down, Daenerys. They'll die before they lay a hand on you."
Moments passed, and the dust fully settled. Joffrey saw the destruction Drogon caused. There were five dead bodies not far away, splattered by the dragon's weight. The men in the crowd held their sickle-like blades high, glaring at him and Daenerys.
Fuck you, R'hllor.
"Haaaa!"
Joffrey had no damn clue what the first Dothraki shouted. But as the man came running towards him with his blade high, it meant battle.
Joffrey didn't move an inch and let the man run towards him.
Isn't he going to slow down?
"Haaaa—agh!"
Joffrey really had to do nothing but timely point his blade at the Dothraki man. The fool impaled his neck on his own, running straight into his sword.
"Vezof!" Another Dothraki shouted and ran towards Joffrey.
Then another rushed forward. "Nakho mae!"
Joffrey cursed under his breath and got closer to Daenerys. Without asking her, he spread his feet wide and kept her between his legs, protecting her. Her condition was still not much better.
Albeit slightly crouched, Joffrey's height still towered, and he glared at the incoming savages.
"Come on!" Adrenaline took over his mind and all thoughts vanished.
Woosh!
Clank!
He met the first attacker and struck down his sword like a warhammer. With ease, his Valyrian steel sword cut through the Dothraki's arakh, further cleaving his body from the middle of his head to his waist, killing him in bloody gore.
But before the man could fall, Joffrey grabbed the arakh and threw it at the second one running towards him. He wasn't an expert, but the blade struck the Dothraki's legs, landing him face-first near Joffrey's feet.
With a squelch, Joffrey stabbed the back of the Dothraki's neck. In a matter of seconds, he killed three men without moving a single step. The blood of the Dothraki he had just cleaved soaked him from head to toe already. His golden hair turned crimson, and the drops splattered over his face.
"Haaaa! Come on!" Joffrey roared in madness.
"It's…" Daenerys murmured just then, her head turned sideways in an attempt to look up at him. There was nothing but dread in her eyes. "It's Khalar Vezhven, t-their great gathering… All Khalasar are here… you can't fight them all, Joff…"
Joffrey looked down at her pale face, her health deteriorating. Defiantly, he shook his head and looked back at the men. "These savages… I don't know if I can win, but I won't surrender."
Joffrey Baratheon never surrenders, never kneels!
"Come on then! Let's fight!"
Right then, a man with tattoos and a long braided goatee came forward, eyes wide and rageful. He waved at all the men around and shouted.
"Fuck!" Joffrey prepared for the ten or so men to jump at him at the same time. He braced for the pain, but also to kill no matter what. The Dothraki had them surrounded in a circle, and there was no way of escaping anymore.
Clank!
"Argh!" He didn't have four arms. He felt a stinging pain on his back as a slash left him bleeding and wounded.
Clank!
But he still cut off a head, so cleanly it flew back into the air, scaring the Dothraki. That hesitation gave him the chance to cut off another head. But after that, the Dothraki grew angry and carelessly came after him.
Every single side, be it front, back, or flank was covered by dead bodies and more abled Dothraki trying to kill him. One wound, two wounds, in a few moments Joffrey forgot how many wounds he received.
His tired arm refused to listen to him. Refused to lift the sword. But he forced himself, drawing blood with each swing. Every technique learned from Ser Jaime, and every second spent on training came into use.
"For-give me, Daenerys…" Joffrey tiredly murmured, barely a whisper. He swung his sword frantically but looked at the woman underneath his legs for a moment, meeting her gaze. "I don't think I can… win this one."
"Argh! Fuck you, filth!" Joffrey felt a blade land on his right shoulder and dig in deep, stuck on his collarbone. He reacted by instinct and stabbed the Dothraki's heart. But seeing there was an endless sea of them all around him made him falter.
"It's not your fault, Joff…" Daenerys murmured, still not a single scratch on her body. He didn't let any.
"No, it isn't!" Joffrey boomed and raged. "Is this it, R'hllor? This is what you fucking want? My demise?"
Clank!
Like a worm squeezing out the last of its life on the verge of death, Joffrey flailed his sword left and right. He felt numb to the pain, wounds so many that every part of his flesh was coated crimson.
"Fuck you, R'hllor! You're no god! You're a bloody demo—"
He didn't finish his words.
I died?
As if someone snapped their fingers and turned the world dark, the view around him changed. Not the crowded battlefield, but an empty pitch-black dark void appeared around him. He couldn't even see his own body.
Shhh~
And then, out of nowhere, a small flickering ball of fire appeared.
"R'hllor?"
"Demon?" Came a throaty, rumbling voice from the fireball, as if it was the continuous roar of a dragon. "You are not the first to brand me with that name, nor the first to bow before a demon."
"What do you want?" Joffrey asked, "I'm dying out there… if I'm not dead already."
"On this side of the sea, Joffrey Baratheon, there is nothing for you. Vaes Dothrak was not meant to bear witness to your shadow. It was Daenerys alone who was destined to subdue these unruly hordes. You were never meant to defile her tale."
Joffrey frowned and thought about the change in history and the future he had caused. "So? I die now?"
Woosh!
The fireball grew larger, eclipsing Joffrey by its size and light. "You, thief of destinies, have a part to play against the dead. By my will, as foretold, your life shall endure until the final reckoning. Triumph, Joffrey Baratheon, yet let no delusion take root—your victories are mine to bestow, not yours to claim. Every breath you draw is my gift, and when death claims you, it shall be my curse."
Joffrey, disheartened, angered, broken, and tired, clenched his fist so tight that he felt a stinging pain.
"Haaaa!"
Just as the dark void came, Joffrey saw the battlefield resume around him, his sword over his head, saving him from the slashes. The clenched fist was his hand on the hilt of his sword, the pain was the consolidated reaction from all his wounds. Fury burned through him, the helplessness from being a toy to the fire god's will.
I didn't choose to live again. I earned it!
"I…" Joffrey bellowed and straightened his back once again, slowly pushing his sword up. He eyed Daenerys' violet eyes and shook his head. "She is mine! So is my fate! Die you all!"
Boom!
He didn't will it, but it happened.
The entire long blade of the Valyrian sword in his grasp turned crimson yellow before spewing furious flames all over. Like a dragon's breath, the sword burned all arakh, melting through them before burning the Dothraki closest to him.
"Fuck you, R'hllor!" Joffrey howled like a mad demon and swung the burning sword, like an epic fate fulfilled.
Woosh!
He cut through the bodies all around, scaring the savages.
Blood-soaked, wounded, yet mighty, Joffrey stood tall again, unaware of the violet eyes between his protecting legs, locked at his burning blade like a revelation of destiny, her inner thoughts silent yet loud.
"I bow to none! Come on and die, filthy savages!"
That day, in Vaes Dothrak, a dragon descended.
Yet the one who roared flames was a lion.
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[To Be Continued]
Comments
Carlos M Carpio M
Azhor Ahai…
Sebas Tian
The god of fire. The only one who ever seems to do fucking anything lol xD.
Chocolat
I absolutely love this novel!!! This novel is what made me join your patreon, Now I just worry since I fear this one might end soon
Lord Mehmeh
Broo you blew my mind you are a fucking legend
Robert Brown
Now I am stoked and impatiently waiting for the next chapter.
Robert Brown
This chapter was amazing.....and I love how you ended the chapter.
