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GOT: The Golden Lion 30 - The Lion Breeds
🕑 Added 2024-11-13 16:04:13 +0000 UTC"I-uh…I'm not!" Daenerys groaned, pulling on the reins. "He's not listening!"
"What?" Joffrey embraced her waist tightly from behind when he heard that. "Why? Where's it taking us?"
"I don't know." Daenerys frantically tried to control the dragon while using Joffrey's tight arms around her waist as a support to keep balance. She had already noticed that Drogon was taking her back towards Meereen, as she had crossed that stretch before.
In her heart, she felt elated. If she could bring Joffrey to Meereen, she'd be able to convince him better using other means. Or in case she needed to finish him, she'd have the chance too.
"No!" She yelped, all her hopes from a moment ago fell to ruins.
She realized the dragon changed directions and instead of going straight toward Slaver's Bay, it now went a little southward, towards the Land of the Long Summer.
Woosh!
Woosh!
Her shouts fell on deaf ears. The flapping of the majestic wings drowned all her and Joffrey's words. With a mind of its own, the dragon flew uncaringly. But it didn't seem it was fully uncaring as it didn't put the two in danger, and flew in a straight line, keeping the jolts to a minimum.
Joffrey silently looked around himself to figure out where he was. He looked behind, and barely saw the shore of Volantis. So, he remembered the map of Essos in his mind and frowned at a certain possibility.
No, no, no! I'll die a worse death there than from that Tyrell whore's poison.
"Daenerys, is it taking us to Valyria?"
Daenerys' body shook as if she was scared too. She tried to look behind with the tilt of her head. "T-This direction… does lead there."
"Seven hells!" Joffrey cursed.
Should I jump? It's water down there… No, too far.
The landscape changed before their eyes and soon the peaks of Valyria appeared in the distance ahead. It was a truly ominous, ruined land as the poisonous mist covered everything, leaving only a few mountain peaks visible. The Smoking Sea was similarly frightening, filled with volcanoes and smoking stacks of rocks. There was no doubt anymore, the water was truly boiling as smoke coated it all.
"Are those… the fires of the Fourteen Flames?" Joffrey noticed a massive amber glow in a part of the mist over the Smoking Sea.
Daenerys also looked and froze for a short moment. This was her ancestral land, but this was also her first visit. "M-Maybe…"
Woosh!
Just then, the dragon plunged down in a sudden dive, straight towards the center of Valyria. Daenerys grabbed onto whatever was in front of her, and Joffrey grabbed onto Daenerys. The two held their breaths as the air bashing their faces suffocated them.
It was clear that the dragon had a purpose as it dove straight towards one of the mountain peaks that wasn’t a ruined volcano. The mountain seemed to have survived the eruption around it to some degree, a large castle was also visible on one of its cliff sides near the top. Mostly in ruins, but a few of its towers seemed untouched.
Grrrr!
The dragon slowed down and spread its wings wide to stop the rapid descent. It slowly hovered down, the landscape now much clearer around them. They were right on the mountain, not a single thing in sight anywhere. Just dark, black rocks, ash, and dirt.
Thud!
Drogon landed on the ancient castle's only remaining topless tower. The architecture was new, something that Joffrey had only read about in books. The entire building was made from some sort of black, or gray stone, and its height was significant.
Built on the side of a mountain, it overlooked the entire distant sea of smoke below, flowing rivers of lava in the distance—Old Valyria, the ancient city used to be there, evident by the rare rubble of monuments and buildings that were left.
"Grwaaaa!" Drogon wriggled suddenly and tried to throw Joffrey and Daenerys off its back. "Grrr~"
It succeeded easily, as Daenerys lost her grip, and due to Joffrey's added weight around her waist, the two fell sideways, rolling down from its back. Joffrey still kept her tightly against his chest and saved her from the rough fall onto the dark, dusty, ash-covered roof of the tower.
Then right before their eyes, the dragon flapped its wings and took off, leaving the two stranded at the top of the tower in the most cursed and secluded place in the world. Nobody could even reach Valyria, let alone where they were—right in the heart of where the ancient city used to be.
"Fuck!" Joffrey pushed Daenerys off his chest and jumped up to grab Drogon's dangling claws. But as he jumped, he realized he was just an inch away from falling straight down from the tower, and since it was already on the cliffside of a mountain, the drop was higher than the Wall in the North. "No, no, no… We'll die here!"
He stood there in despair and watched as the dragon's figure vanished into the sky beyond the clouds.
This is it? This is how I fucking die? Stranded with this…
He looked back at Daenerys, furious at what had happened. He was still the old Joffrey, with all that cruel insanity masterfully masked behind his lust for a greater purpose. But at that moment, it became harder to control himself.
"You!" He stormed towards Daenerys as she rose, his hands gripping her shoulders hard. He shook her. "Did you scheme this? Did you plan to have me killed right here?"
"N-No… I didn't plan this… I didn't…"
Joffrey exhaled an audible, deep breath, and released her. He noticed the despair in her voice too, and knew she was in the same mess as him. Instead, he looked towards the distance to see if they could escape Valyria in any way possible.
Entering that city is suicide. He quickly ended that possibility. The city was a mess of ancient ruins with god knows what inside. Furthermore, he had heard that Stone Men lived around there, and he had no desire to meet them. Crossing the Smoking Sea is impossible, even with an impressive ship.
Seeing no other option, he looked at the open tower of the castle he was on. It was an extension of the greater structure of the castle, and he was on the highest tower. It was all made of dark stone. Since he didn't see any entryway attached to it, he began looking for a hatch door on the floor.
Due to the historic ash accumulation, the entire floor was covered. So, he began dragging his boots around to feel the real flooring. There had to be an opening that allowed entry into the castle below.
"What are you doing?" Daenerys finally composed herself and looked at Joffrey dragging his foot around.
"Seeking a way into the castle," Joffrey replied, a hint of impatience edging his words, courtesy barely clinging to his tone. "I don’t expect much in there, but if that dragon of yours doesn’t return, I’d rather die with a roof over my head than in the dirt."
Quickly, Daenerys copied what Joffrey was doing and dragged one foot of her tightly wrapped boots across the floor. She maintained distance, however, as if her insecurity and fear were in clear display. Her eyes often darted towards the sword dangling on Joffrey's waist. It was clear to her that if this man decided to kill her there, she'd be dead without much fight.
She's… not bad. Joffrey, meanwhile, noticed her feminine frame instead. She wasn't very tall, her face reached his chest at best. Her tightly draped robes declared the seductive curve of her waist rather boastfully, and her bosom seemed quite large for a woman of her height and slender frame. Even her ass appeared rounder than he expected.
Why's she clenching her palms? He noticed a frown on her face as she dragged her foot around. Not once did she loosen her tightened fist. Wait, is she…
"My queen." Joffrey approached her, closing the gap between them abruptly. He ignored Daenerys' scared jolt and grabbed both her hands by the wrists, tightly clenching them until she opened her palms. "As I guessed."
There were long wounds on the middle of her palms, on both of them. They were from gripping the dragon's reins with all her strength and trying to pull them to take back control. She gave it her all, clearly.
Let's proceed expecting the worst-case scenario. Joffrey decided and took a warmer, prince-like, regal approach. Although the worst case was dying, he saw surviving that ordeal alongside Daenerys as a worst case too. It was better to treat her nicely just in case.
"Must be painful." Joffrey softly murmured, flashing a hint of worry in his blue eyes. But that wasn't enough, so he unbuttoned his surcoat, and then tore two long strips of cloth from his cotton tunic. "Keep the wound clean."
He tied the cloth strips on each of her palms and then returned to dragging his feet across to find the hatch. He could feel Daenerys' gaze locked on his back the whole time.
Let that seed grow, my naive Mother of Dragons. Joffrey cheered inside. Here, for thousands of miles in all directions, I'm the most handsome, kindest, and most honorable man alive for you.
Soon after, the sound of Daenerys dragging her feet resumed.
Joffrey looked at the sky and hoped the damn dragon would return to take them.
I hate these damn lizards.
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"I found something!"
Joffrey hurried towards Daenerys and quickly knelt where her foot was. He used his hands to scoop up the ancient ash and make the surface clear. He already felt a slight bump, and as he cleaned more, he felt a different texture.
"This is it!" He declared in excitement. It'd been hours, and night was approaching. "It's made of metal… Step back."
Quickly, Joffrey made the entire square hatch clear by wiping away the ash. It was a metal hatch with a lone dragon etched on it. No doubt, the castle belonged to a dragonlord. So, he wasted no time and tried to lift the hatch up by its protruding corner.
"It's jammed." Joffrey groaned, using all his strength until his face turned pale red.
"Is it locked?" Daenerys worriedly asked.
"I hope not—ugh!"
Joffrey gave it his all and felt the slight shake off the hatch. He kicked it too, from the top and from all its sides to loosen it. He couldn't ask Daenerys for help either since her hands were already injured.
"It's coming off!" Daenerys shouted.
Joffrey saw nothing as his eyes were clenched. He put all his strength into his back and lifted the entire damn thing. The metal door weighed a lot, and he knew if not for his change in physique, lifting it would have been impossible.
Thud!
Joffrey fell back after completely removing the hatch. He panted and stared down into it, the darkness felt ominous. A lone ladder was attached to it, vanishing into the darkness below. It was somewhat scary, considering how often tales of cursed Valyria were passed around in Westeros.
He feared the unknown. What would he find down there? Lava? Stone Men? Curses? Disease? Instant death?
"Stay behind me." Joffrey unsheathed his sword and held it closer to his chest. Then, he took the first step inside and descended into the darkness. He honestly didn't know what to expect, or how he was going to walk around in the darkness.
One step, then two, and before he knew it, he climbed down enough to only receive faint light from the hatch above.
Floor? He touched the ground at last and quickly raised his sword towards the open dark space. He frantically tried to see anything, letting his eyes adjust to the extremely dim light all around. Feels like a large open area.
He took a careful step forward and tried to tap his sword around to feel anything nearby. A wall, a cabinet, a lamp, or anything.
I have no idea how Dragonriders used to live. Is this just an open chamber or a living space? Joffrey wondered, since having a ladder straight to the roof where one could access their dragon instantly felt like the best living space for a dragonrider.
Clank!
He heard his sword clank against something metallic. Intrigued, he traced the length of the sword with his hand and felt the thing. It seemed he had already reached a wall, and there was something protruding on it, like a metallic orb attached to a small pipe going into the wall.
What's this?
He tried to feel it, and quickly sensed a cut in the middle of the orb, going along the circumference. Wondering if it opened, he spread his palm on the top and tried to lift the thing while giving it a twist.
Click!
"What the!?"
There was light, a lot of amber light out of nowhere. It came from the orb he had just opened, like the lid of a pan he had just moved. The more he opened the orb, the more light came, and once he took it completely off, the entire place was drowned in warm, amber light, as if fire itself.
"What is this?" Joffrey stared at the strange thing. It was clearly not fire, more a stone akin to a crystal, this one only shined a little. He even touched it and felt no heat. "Natural? Did the Valyrians make this?"
At that, he looked around the large room and noticed the entire place was made of dark stone, with crumbled, ruined wall decorations everywhere. What was once the peak of luxury was just a house of garbage. But he also noticed a few openings leading to other rooms. There were no doors, surprisingly, or even their ruins.
"Joffrey!"
He walked back to the ladder and looked up. "You can come down! It's safe!"
Of course, he didn't count himself as a 'safety hazard'.
Ignoring her descending figure, he walked into the other rooms to explore. To find anything worth some comfort. The place was mostly empty other than a few metallic objects here and there. Like candle holders, or similar orbs with light crystals inside. There were also a few wall painting frames, sadly only the frames were left.
Stairs? He finally found a wide stairway leading down. Hoping to find some way to leave the place, maybe underground, he started walking downstairs to check things.
But he barely went one floor down and found the rest of the stairway was missing, broken apart, and fallen down into the dark pit. He wasted no time there in fear that the rest of it would crumble too and returned to the top floor.
By then, Daenerys started helping him map out the entire top floor under the roof. As he had expected, it seemed like the living space of some ancient noble. There was a large dining hall, a living hall, and a library with books intact. Then there was the bedroom, not too large, but it still had a bed, its entire frame made of metal, and the bedding was made of thick sheets of cloth, all covered in dust now. He quickly dusted it off in case he’d have to use it.
The ash hadn't breached inside as the floor was still mostly clean. It was better for them since they found the light orbs all over the area and illuminated the dark chambers.
Finally, Joffrey stopped in the kitchen. There was nothing edible there other than a few old metal utensils. But what gave him hope was the stack of dry wood near the fireplace in the kitchen. Since the entire place had remained untouched by the changing air outside, not much had decayed.
We can make fire and cook… Ah, cook what?
Joffrey was in survival mode. He couldn't kill Daenerys and eat her, after all… well not until a few months of starvation, at least.
Thud!
Joffrey quickly looked behind him at the sound. He walked out of the cooking area and entered the lone bedroom on the floor. Inside the warmly lit room, he found Daenerys sitting on the floor, on her bottom as if she had just fallen back. Before her was a large open metallic chest that he previously didn't bother to open.
And seeing the content; Daenerys' reaction felt normal.
"D-Dragon eggs?" Joffrey exclaimed and grabbed a golden egg with wavy scales. "This… Is this a Dragon egg?"
“It… it is…” Daenerys murmured, her gaze distant, her breath catching as she took it all in. She swallowed, eyes darting from Joffrey’s face back to the chest, where three more eggs lay nestled within. "They’re… larger than the ones I hatched."
Inside his mind, Joffrey was panicking. It was already an almost impossible task to subdue Daenerys with her three dragons. If these four more eggs were to hatch and join her, it'd be the end of his bloodline.
Should I kill her? He certainly had the chance. No, her dragon is the only way out of here.
Stuck between cliffs on both ends, Joffrey gazed at the dragon egg in his hand. He was certain he didn't have any Targaryen blood in him, so he didn't dream of taming a dragon. Lannisters have always been immensely powerful and rich throughout history and never showed interest in marrying Targaryens. At the same time, Targaryens were mostly interested in fucking their own sisters and aunts, if not a Velaryon.
At that, Joffrey looked at Daenerys, her face sparkling with excitement. She was truly beautiful, and there was no doubt about it. His plan to have her as his first official wife was still ongoing. But, he hesitated a bit.
A lone woman holding seven dragons… that was too much power in her hands.
I have to claim her. No, I have to claim her and make her mine. Being stuck here is a boon in case we safely make it out of here. Joffrey made up his devious mind right then. I must put my seed in her womb.
"Congratulations. If we make it out alive, you'll have more dragon children." Joffrey handed her the golden egg, his gaze drifting back to the chest, finding a cloak, a long sword, and bits of armor. He hummed, reaching for the sword. "Is this Valyrian steel?"
"Joffrey."
He looked back at her.
"We need to place them on fire. The temperature here must have kept them alive until now, but it's not enough to hatch them." Daenerys spoke without thinking, too excited by the discovery. "I can feel it! They are calling to me! They need me."
What you need is me inside your fucking cunt. Joffrey sighed, doing his best to control himself. Ah, Grandfather must be going insane back at Lys.
"Of course. Let's set a fire in the kitchen."
Holding the eggs, the two walked out of the room and headed for the kitchen area. They first reached the main hall where the ladder was set up and then turned towards the door.
"Graaaaaw!"
A draconic roar echoed just then.
Joffrey wasted no time and handed the eggs to Daenerys. He rushed towards the ladder and climbed it at record speed, poking his head out to look. He climbed completely outside and looked for the dragon.
"Here!" He shouted and waved his hands.
"Graaaa!"
Shhhhh~
Thud!
Joffrey's waving arms fell down as he realized why the dragon had returned. The massive bastard didn't come to save them, and from what he was seeing, it was clear the creature was intelligent and had some sort of a plan.
A half-burnt dead sheep. Is he trying to feed us? What does he want?
He watched as the dragon flew away again. At that moment, he remembered Kinvara's rambling from before, about Fire and Death. He wondered if this was R'hllor's doing.
The dragon wants me to fuck its mother too?
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Night came, and Joffrey used a dagger to sloppily skin the sheep and cook some of its meat on the fire. Initially, they struggled to make fire, but after using some primitive techniques, he was able to.
During the whole process, he tried to make Daenerys feel comfortable, welcomed, and safe with him. He helped her warm the dragon eggs on the fire while also cooking some meat.
Once the meat was cooked, the two sat side by side, leaning against the nearby wall, shoulders touching, staring at the fire and the eggs. Joffrey placed the meat on a piece of cloth and held it between them as they both picked small pieces and ate.
"I apologize for this…" Daenerys muttered once she had her fill. "I…"
"But it was a blessing, wasn't it? You found more dragon eggs." Joffrey maintained his pretense of friendship from the missives they exchanged. "Now, you just need to bear a few heirs and pass these dragons down. Your bloodline will be restored."
Daenerys looked down suddenly, one of her hands gently landing on her belly.
She wants it too? Amusing... Joffrey knew what a woman hoping to bear children looked like. Catelyn often showed such expressions once he started bedding her.
Silence arose between them once again. Slowly, Joffrey also finished eating and wiped his hands clean. Then, he went over to the fireplace, fixed some of the spent wood, and returned to sit beside her, a bit more touching this time. Not just their shoulders, but the sides of their hips pushed against each other.
"What should I do to rule Slaver's Bay? How did you take Lys and Tyrosh?"
She's starting to trust me. Joffrey had learned the art of manipulation after watching Cersei for years, and then practicing it himself.
"Your intentions may be noble, but your approach is misguided. You’re not Aegon; you’re Daenerys. Essos isn’t Westeros, and what succeeded in one won’t always work on the other. Aegon conquered Westeros because he didn’t upend everything—he let the old families keep their lands, and only demanded to be accepted as the new King. But in Slaver's Bay, you’re overturning everything—the rulers, the laws, their whole way of life. If Aegon had tried that, he’d have been toppled just as quickly."
Daenerys shifted in place after a long moment and faced Joffrey by twisting her waist. With confidence, she reached for his hand and held it between both her palms. "Joffrey, kneel before me. With your strength, I can hold both Westeros and Slaver's Bay in my grasp.”
Look at this shameless woman. Why would I give you what's mine?
"I can't," Joffrey declined.
"Why? Don't you fear me?"
"I fear your dragons, aye. But there is something that frightens me more, my beautiful Queen." Joffrey added a bit of flirtation and slowly eased his hand under his surcoat to take out a parchment from the pocket. "I intended for you to read this before we proceeded further. But it seems your dragon had other plans."
He handed her the parchment and relaxed. Then, just as Daenerys held the paper and started to read, he yawned and raised his arms, sneakily spreading them wide until one eased behind her head full of silver-gold hair.
"This… White Walkers? You believe in them?"
Seeing that she didn't mind his arm behind her head, he allowed his hand to settle on her shoulder. "Not so unbelievable is it, when they haunt your visions day and night? My intent was simple: bring you to King’s Landing, and let you see the truth with your own eyes. A wraith—a mere pawn of the real threat in the North. If they prevail, there’ll be no sanctuary left, no refuge from the dead."
"You see visions?"
"I’ve seen glimpses, visions of what’s to come. How else do you think I knew the Tyrells were trying to murder me?" Joffrey lied through his teeth. He wanted Daenerys to be a bit wary of him, thinking that he already knew the future.
"How else do you think I dealt with the Freys and Boltons, saving the North? I possess… a gift. And I’ve spent years using it to strengthen and unite Westeros—so we’re ready for the White Walkers."
He squeezed her shoulder and pulled her closed by the arm around her back. It felt amazing to hold her soft frame like that. He couldn't wait to take her to the bed. But for now, he resumed the drama. An act of being a selfless man, a hero who hoped to save the world and desired nothing in return.
"I don't care about dragons, the throne. All the blood and sweat I've shed over these years was to see humanity's victory," he declared and used his free hand to rub his face. "I… I killed my own mother because she sought to use me, control me, seize the throne through me… I… I hate that bloody seat at this point. My father, that fat fool, left behind nothing but a shattered realm for me to inherit. I tried my best, Daenerys. But I’m… I’m starting to tire."
Don't women like such men? Selfless, handsome, royal, a true prince charming weighed down by the greater purpose? Joffrey had listened to too many women telling him their dreams by now. Sansa was the prime example.
"I too have seen a vision," Daenerys murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper. She shifted close to Joffrey, her head coming to rest on his shoulder in a gesture that startled him, as though they shared something deeper—two souls bound by sorrow.
"It was a nightmare, Joffrey. Fleeing Dragonstone, lost with Viserys, wandering through the Free Cities... before they sold me. And though I longed for my birthright, there was a yearning for joy, for life itself. I may not know the weight of your burdens, but I can feel them, in the pit of my own heart. Perhaps this meeting was fate... the vision I saw in Qarth—I can see it manifesting here."
What's she rambling on about? She saw visions too? About what?
Although he considered himself cruel, to some extent, he could sympathize with the life that Daenerys had lived. He couldn't imagine being sold to some nomadic brutes and then being forced to run around Essos for dear life. In a way, her rage and vengeance were the driving force behind her spirit.
But with him there, he saw that spirit turn softer. There was a woman underneath that stoic facade on Daenerys' face. She wanted to be loved, to be heard, to be desired in more than mere physical ways.
"Daenerys..." Joffrey turned sharply toward her, his gaze locking with hers. His blue eyes seemed to consume her violet ones. He felt the moment was right. Slowly, he raised his hand, resting his palm gently against the warmth of her face. His fingers slid into her hair, his thumb brushing dangerously close to her lips. He made sure she could feel the intensity of his stare. "I will help you conquer Slaver's Bay. You may have the throne, but only once the threat of the White Walkers is dealt with. Westeros can’t afford distractions, not now."
"You don't want it?" She asked back, holding his hand and instinctively pressing his hand on her cheek. "You said you shed blood and sweat to keep it all this time."
"I shed blood and sweat to hold the realm together, not the throne," Joffrey smiled and suddenly remembered R'hllor's words. "Besides, I don't think I'll make it out alive—Don't ask, some prophecies are better left unsaid."
R'hllor’s words echoed in Joffrey’s mind, stirring a sense of helplessness within him. The god was displeased, and Joffrey knew it. He was living on borrowed time, doomed to fail in the eyes of the all-powerful. How could he ever prove himself worthy? He never prayed to the fire god, used the priestesses for his own pleasures, and schemed for power through every vile trick imaginable. No god would ever see him as their chosen one. It was absurd to think otherwise.
At least my methods work. Honor gets you beheaded like Eddard. He brought his thoughts back to the silver-haired woman. At least… I can have my next generation rule through her. Hah, that sounds amazing.
Although he very much wanted to live for a long, long time, he began to plan for any misfortunes too.
"Joffrey…" Daenerys whispered his name and rose to her knees. Then, in a sudden shift, she straddled his straight legs and firmly sat down on his lap. Her violet eyes shined in the amber light, a hint of moisture was present. Then, surprising the king of schemes, she cupped his face delicately in her small hands, her touch both tender and powerful. "You will be remembered, no matter what may come."
Seven hells, why do I feel…
Joffrey refused to sense any weakness in himself. Her words were so simple and yet they made his heart feel full.
No, I will live. I will live to see my grandkids grow. I will…
Without thinking, he placed both his hands on her slender, curving waist to forget what she just said. Her soft bottom had already heated his loins, so he decided to move forward.
"Daenerys, I don't think I can hold myself back for long," he warned her, hugging her entire waist by wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into himself so her ripe breasts squeezed onto his chest, their faces so close.
Daenerys caressed his face and smiled, reducing the distance between their lips even further. "We have nothing else to do, do we, my 'best friend' from across the sea?"
Joffrey chuckled and pulled her in, one hand reaching behind her head. The small distance between them vanished and Joffrey claimed the lips of the Mother of Dragons. She felt so warm and exotic, her delicious breath a sinful taste.
"Umm…" Daenerys hummed into his lips.
Joffrey saw that as her welcome and probed in with his tongue, slipping between her lips and teeth, and claiming the first embrace of her hot, slobbering tongue. His face twisted left and right, searching for nothing but more warmth in her mouth like a hungry lion savoring his prey.
His hands didn't rest either, both of them reaching behind her and gripping her round, luscious ass. He fondled her to his desired shape, spreading her core so she'd feel dangerously exposed despite being in robes.
"Umh!" Daenerys reciprocated to him every step of the way. She suckled his royal tongue, her eyes closed and her entire being lost in passion. Her hips swayed back and forth, grounding into his hardened erection.
It was truly heaven, a dance of curls and swirling motions of their tongues.
This was far better than what Joffrey had planned. There was no need to be forceful or manipulative. It seemed Daenerys wanted him as much as he wanted her. It aroused him to no end, tickling every right spot in his mind.
He rarely closed his eyes while plucking flowers, but this time, he felt the desire to do so. To lose himself and truly shower sexual love on this woman. Her body felt so willing, so needy for the touch of his hand, tongue, and everything else.
This is new. I've never been this… greedy before.
Joffrey's hands rose a little from her ass and untied the tight bodice-like thing that clung to her waist. It kept her regal, too-modest robes tight on her. As soon as it was completely open, he felt her robes become free, enough for him to slide them aside off her shoulders and bunch them below around her waist.
Her smallclothes covered her bosom too, but they lasted a mere second as he pulled them apart, truly claiming Daenerys Targaryen's brazen nakedness. Her plump breasts were just big enough for his wide-open palms to fully embrace, and yet feel some of her alabaster flesh spill between the fingers. Her rosy, tight nipples were hard, revealing her desire was no less than his. He wanted to smother them with his lips, but her mouth was just as hot.
The two made a mess all over each other's faces until they glistened and oozed each other's scents.
"T-Take me, Joffrey-eh!" Daenerys confessed her desire and rose up a little on her knees.
Joffrey stopped kissing her and lifted her entire robe, easily taking it off her head as he didn't want her to stand up. But doing so made her silver hair messy, and he loved the look on her even more. A wild, untamed view of Daenerys' bare beauty, what a sight to behold, he thought.
"This is not needed." Joffrey gripped her lower smallclothes from each side of the waist and pulled it apart, tearing it up with ease. With that, her drenched pussy came into his view, as pink as her nipples and lips, a trace of hair also present. He wanted to reach there with his hand, but stopped himself and quickly pushed down his breeches without making her move.
As soon as he shoved his breeches to his knees, his regal, lengthy, girthy cock sprang up straight, erect, and throbbing in need of Daenerys' feminine warmth.
"Umm…" Daenerys moaned at the sight of his sizable manhood. She smirked and grabbed his shaft before slowly rubbing it across the length of her tight entrance. She willingly drenched him with her juices first, all the while resuming the tug-of-war with his lips.
"Oooh! Y-you are…"
"Big?" Joffrey finished.
"Umm…" Daenerys sat down on his cock slowly. His bulging, ballooning cockhead sank in first. It had been so long since she made love, so feeling him spread her pussy lips wide while paving the way made her moan in abandon. "Aaaah, i-it is…"
Joffrey gritted his teeth. The real meal had only just been presented and he was already feeling on the edge. He knew this was a more psychological game than physical. Somehow, Daenerys had tickled all the right senses in his body.
He maintained a firm grip on her breasts while feeling his greedy cock slide between her soaking, swallowing walls. The door of her femininity opened wide for him, his fierce entry turned her fiery furnace hotter. He wished he could see his length slowly vanish inside her.
She's going to take it all?
Joffrey was a bit shocked when she didn't stop like most other women did when taking him for the first time. Slowly, she clamped willingly with her walls on his girth and then exhaled to loosen a little and take more of him.
"Gods… you're going to break it, Daenerys," Joffrey jokingly declared and went for her breasts and bit one of her nipples softly.
"Aaah!" Daenerys arched forward to present him with all of her pink, ripe tips, giggling like a maiden in love. "T-That's the… plan, Joff-reeh!"
"I like that plan."
Joffrey wasn't someone to go slow and steady. He liked to savor his women according to his desire. Although he would love to see her riding him, he wanted to be the one plundering her.
"Let's move somewhere a little more comfortable." As soon as he felt tight, hilt deep inside Daenerys, he gripped her ass and began to stand up.
"Aaah! Joffrey, stop!" Daenerys wasn't planning on moving on his sizable cock that intensely so soon. Feeling him move so much, she felt utterly stretched inside.
"Ooooh, god!"
Music to his ears, Joffrey took her to the lone bedroom on the floor and quickly leaned forward, falling on the bed with Daenerys, never leaving the embrace of her cunt. On top of that, he liked this position since her legs wrapped around his waist, his weight pressing down into her womb.
He only let her go when he was sure his cock kept her there, wide and ready. Reluctantly releasing her ass that smothered his hands wonderfully against the bed, he took off his own clothes to truly savor the sensual exchange.
Time to plant my seed.
"Ah, aaaaah, too deep!" She mewled in pleasure and pain combined. Her arms hugged his neck tightly and pulled him in to take her mouth.
He didn't mind as her lips made him harder. Besides, he had her tight, ripe cunt to plunder. He quickly began to lean into her, folding her body and raising her legs until they were stuck over his shoulders.
Her shorter, delicate frame was so easy to handle for him that he made her pussy face up. His cock could strike down to the hilt with each plunge. It felt insanely hot, the sensations made him shudder with each glide.
"Ah, ah, ummmmh~"
He thrust into her body, and the ancient bed creaked dangerously. The dirty sheets were not as clean as he wanted, but at that moment he didn't care. Each thrust between her legs ended with him buried to the hilt, and each pullback stopped just at the tip.
"Ungh, ungh… ummmmm~"
As Joffrey gained a rhythm fucking her, Daenerys' moans also matched his thrusts, rising and falling in pitch as he thrust the air out of her lungs.
He weighed down on her, folding her straight legs up until her knees pressed into her amazing breasts. She felt so delicate and vulnerable at that moment that he stopped kissing her and just watched her from up close, looking into her intoxicated eyes, finding pleasure imagining what she was thinking—getting plundered by someone who used to be her enemy until a year ago.
Not plundered, but bred.
He felt closer to his goal, his balls itching for that gush of filthy release right into her womb. He didn't know if doing it once would do the magic, so he planned on fucking her as many times as he could until that bastard dragon returned to save them.
"Oooooooh~ Yes, yes, yesssss~ I'm coming, my… oh my go-ah!" Daenerys lost herself completely. She couldn't remember the last time she was fucked that hard. Or the last time she came that intensely.
His girth and length were so much more than just perfect. She felt his skin brush against her clitoris with each thrust, and his cockhead striking the most sensitive spot deep inside. Each time he went balls deep, she felt so full and stretched. Her life had been one chaotic mess after another, but in that moment, with Joffrey, she felt truly desired, or perhaps even loved, even if that was a mere illusion.
Her agonizing gasps vocalized between moans, fast and hard, and she gasped at each plunge of his cock. At the moment of completion, her core convulsed around him, a sloppy, slippery mess of their sex.
“Aaah, I’m…” She cried out in ecstasy and exploded with an erotic release. Her belly throbbed, and her entire lower body frantically quivered, one tight squeeze of her pussy after another. She drizzled her sweet, sweet nectar all over his still-thrusting heat.
The clapping squelches intensified with Joffrey pressing more of his weight onto her, as if climbing a ladder to fold her body until her pussy faced the ceiling, only to be drilled in by his rampaging cock.
He left no room for her to move, stretched in ways that her pussy lips were spread apart naturally. With each plunge, he could feel he reached the wet dark end of her pussy, and right there, he rammed himself for the last, deep, hard thrusts before abruptly stopping, not a single inch of his cock was left out—all embraced by her quivering hot walls.
“Gah! D-Daenerys… I’m… going to…” Joffrey panted just like her and abandoned himself to pleasure. He sensed his molten juices course through his lengthy cock, and gloriously spray inside her, burst after burst. He could feel the warmth of his climax filling her up, making a creamy mess until more of his cream started to leak out around the base of his shaft.
Truly, he poured himself into her, his seed, his weight, his desire, and all of his hopes for a glorious future depended on his manhood and her womb.
“Y-You are… amazing.” Joffrey kissed her on the lips one last time and eased back. But he didn’t move away, only letting her legs down and spread around his kneeling frame. His cock, drenched in a gooey mess, was still half erect; A result of merely looking at her seductive, charming body.
Seeing his seed spilling out of her swollen slit, he decided to make sure she got some of it deep. So without a warning, he plunged two fingers straight inside her cunt, scooping the spills in, and began finger fucking her.
“O-Ooooh, l-let me rest, Joff… Oh, god!” Daenerys squirmed around his fingers, wriggling her waist and moaning her lungs out.
But Joffrey didn’t stop, savoring the view, her jolting breasts, and her wide open mouth. Particularly the last one, as it gave him an idea.
“It’s hard to hold back… Daenerys… You’re so… so delightful… I want to be inside you again.”
“W-Wait… I’m too sore!” Daenerys struggled to sit up, his slimy, slippery fingers making her feel too good.
His digits danced inside her, sploshing and squelching between her sore petals. The sound it made was too exhilarating, urging him to go faster. Each time, pushing his sticky cum deeper, he could see her pussy gaping with throbs, stretching and suckling his fingers.
Daenerys shook her head in silent protest, but her flushed, lustful, sweaty face said otherwise.
Joffrey increased the speed of his thrusting fingers instead, his thumb rubbing wildly on her clit. It brought Daenerys to a high, barely at the brink of climaxing once again. But it was then he retracted his fingers and stood up from the bed.
“Let’s go to the fireplace, we can’t let the fire die.” He gave his hand to her, a silent test if she’d listen to him.
“Hm, we can’t… let that happen, oh!” Daenerys took his hand and let him help her out of the bed. She followed his naked back or rather got pulled by his hand on her wrist.
When they arrived at the fireplace, the fire was almost on the verge of dying. Joffrey took quick action and threw some wood into it and blew a few breaths to get it going again.
Let’s see if she’ll do it.
He then focused back on his silver-haired lover. Her pussy was still a sopping mess, his spent load creamily drizzling out and trickling down on her thighs. It was a beautiful sight to him, as were her amazing breasts.
“Ah, it's not as hard anymore,” he exclaimed and pulled Daenerys closer by her wrist, right in front of the fireplace. He also dragged her discarded robes left in that room and made them pool between their feet. “I want to be inside you again, Daenerys… a little helping hand please.”
Too spent, tired, and almost delirious, Daenerys felt two hands press her down over her shoulders. Seeing it was Joffrey, she smiled like a lover and got down on her knees, facing his dangling, semi-erect cock that had thrust the life out of her.
Joffrey placed one hand on her silver hair and used the other one to stroke his cock and pull back his foreskin, revealing his purple cockhead, still coated in culmination from a while ago. “Let me help.”
So graciously, he stepped closer to her mouth and pushed his cock on her lips. Right away, he found warm access into her mouth. Her willing throat greeted him, her violet eyes looking up at his big smile and happy eyes.
Daenerys also smiled, his manhood still slowly thrusting in and out of her mouth. It was an activity clearly beneath her status, but this was an exchange between lovers, she felt and allowed him to make love the way he wanted. For now, she just wanted to be normal and feel needed and loved.
Seeing his smile made her happy, her still swollen and flushed pussy wet once again, her skin gaining a pink flush of arousal.
“Ummm…” She tightened her lips for him, proudly looking up at his needy blue eyes.
But there was just one small misunderstanding. Joffrey indeed desired her, and in that moment, felt like he loved her in more than just physical ways. He already planned to make her his woman, so loving her was just part of the deal.
No, the reason behind his smile was something else.
Something very recent.
Something that made him truly proud of himself.
Who’s the one kneeling now, Daenerys Targaryen?
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A/N: Breeding to be continued in the next chapter…
Comments
Ruben Avalos
Glad I subscribed cause I couldn’t wait! Absolutely thrilling and worth the wait and I’m just glad it’s only part 1 of the first
VBDA
Need more this is 2 good
VBDA
Bruh pls tell me it's not gonna take another 2 weeks
Chocolat
This is my fav of your fanfic, just hope the next release is soon
Lord Mehmeh
Just please make fuck septa modarne
Lord Mehmeh
You are the man this is my all time favourite fiction and it’s not even finished
