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GOT: The Golden Lion 10: Deep In North
🕑 Added 2024-03-12 16:19:03 +0000 UTC"What happened here? Where is everyone?" Joffrey asked, standing in his armored attire and sword unsheathed. Before him was Torrhen's Square—empty.
Ser Arthur, the commander of the Golden Legion, returned with a team from inside the castle walls. "It's empty, Your Grace. The Ironborn ran away, seeing our army arriving."
Joffrey scratched his face, feeling he had wasted too much energy preparing for a battle that never arrived. Beside him, Lady Catelyn stood with similar expressions but with a hint of relief. One less battle meant they could go faster to liberate Winterfell.
"In that case, we shall head to The Rills," Joffrey commanded and glanced at Lady Catelyn, knowing she wanted them to rush, and going to the house Ryswell meant going in the opposite direction. "We can’t lay siege to the Boltons until we have the utmost guarantee that we won't be stabbed in the back. I hope you understand my thoughts, Lady Catelyn. The last thing the realm needs is the death of Joffrey Baratheon."
Catelyn sheepishly nodded, "I understand, Your Grace."
And so, Joffrey conveniently had to spend a few more nights with the crimson-haired beauty. Sadly, after that night, Joffrey had to take a step back since Catelyn refused to share the bed with him and chose to sleep outside.
Of course, sorting that matter was easy by ordering a few Unsullied men to sleep naked near the Stark matriarch. A day or two, that was all it took for the woman to return to his tent.
Still, Joffrey didn't act foolish and pounce on her. Instead, he restarted the whole game from step one. The first step was to make it normal for her to sleep while being embraced by her King. Then, he made it normal for himself to be naked under the quilt and his hands resting on questionable places all over her.
He showered the mentally exhausted woman with care and kindness, helping her onto and off the horseback, ensuring her needs were cared for, and her discomforts were removed. He talked with her about Sansa and even showed her a raven he had just received from King's Landing.
It was now confirmed that Sansa was pregnant with his baby, and Arya had been reunited with Sansa. Sandor Clegane had done a great job, but despite the man wanting to join his King as the Kingsguard, he was ordered to protect Sansa and Arya.
Sadly, what frustrated Joffrey the most was the fact Margaery remained without a bloated belly. With Sansa pregnant, there was no doubt in him that his seed was strong, so other doubts were bound to arise.
Yet, for now, Joffrey let those worries sit at the back of his mind. Since he had a much more charming and savory delight to devour.
Finally, after putting the Ryswells to their heels and getting their oaths, Joffrey set the destination to Hornwood. It was very far, and it earned him some sweet, five extra nights.
By the end of their journey to the Hornwood, Joffrey had also made it normal for also Catelyn to be disrobed under the quilt with him. Skin to skin, appreciate his touch and allow him entrance to her most sacred, private part.
For two consecutive nights, Joffrey made slow and passionate love to Catelyn. On both nights, she merely moaned and never once complained, even when he spilled loads and loads inside. Somehow, his charm, his care, his purposeful display of maturity, his might, and his warmth had worked—Catelyn Stark no longer belonged to the dead wolf.
At last, the lion had captured her heart. She wasn't going to confess to it, but Catelyn Stark found her heart had carved a special place for Joffrey Baratheon.
So much different from the brute of his father. So much more knightly, kingly—a gentleman. Sometimes, she felt ashamed of doing this to the man her daughter was promised. At times, she felt she deserved this warmth after all she'd been through.
A mixture of emotions, memories, hopes, and desires culminated into what they had now—an unspeakable bond between a young man and an older woman.
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Thud!
"I, Donella Hornwood…"
Turns out, Lord Hornwood was dead, as was his son. Only the Lady was left to rule the lands; apparently, the Boltons were trying to take over the House Hornwood. Attempts were already made to kidnap Lady Hornwood.
"We express our utmost gratitude for your presence, Your Grace. Those wretched Boltons seem to think they own the entire North." Lady Hornwood clearly held no love for the Boltons.
Joffrey didn't wish to wait anymore, "Then prepare your men. When you receive my word, join me to lay siege. This time, Dreadfort shall hear the echoes of Rains of Castamere through its halls."
The old woman straightened her back at Joffrey's words. Only now did she remember that the man before her had Lannister blood, too.
Oh, poor Boltons, she thought.
With that, Joffrey finally marched towards Winterfell. Of course, it required a few nights and days—Nights warmly spent in the embrace of a tall, shapely woman with an allure that Joffrey simply couldn't have enough of. Like a nightly ritual, their bodies joined, and Joffrey laid his foundation deep within her.
His key to the Riverlands and Vale—His Catelyn Stark.
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As the army marched closer and closer to the Winterfell, it started to become drastically clear how damaged the seat of the Stark family was. Some dead bodies were still littered here and there, rotting or mere bones.
That was what they could see from the outside, as the castle didn't look to be in great shape either. Once inside the walls, Joffrey, along with Catelyn and a few of his soldiers, roamed the castle to assess the damage.
The sacking of Winterfell by the Boltons had utterly ruined the place. One whole side of the First Keep had collapsed. A steaming lake had formed at the bottom of the Library Tower, while the Maester's Turret and the bridge connecting the Bell Tower to the rookery were destroyed. The stables were burned with horses inside, and kennels were littered with dead hounds.
At last, when they entered the Great Hall, Catelyn's eyes shed a few tears. The entire ceiling of the Great Hall had collapsed. A place so dear in her memories, the place that held so many feasts.
"Don’t shed tears." Joffrey, showing calculated concern, walked before the woman and embraced her tightly, arms wrapping around her waist. His shoulder gave her a place to wipe her tears. "This is why you must remain ruthless."
He beckoned his head and softly grasped Catelyn's face from both sides, lifting it for her. Looking from that close, he could see a few signs of aging on her skin, but her beauty remained peerless nonetheless. So, he lowered his lips and gently kissed her before embracing her again.
"The reconstruction of Winterfell shall be funded with the blood of the Boltons. That’s my word to you, my Lady." Joffrey warmly caressed her back and allowed her to sob as much as she wanted. "Dreadfort won't exist for long. You—House Stark—will seize that land, and as the King, I shall decree for the Starks to expand the landholdings."
Catelyn hugged him back at his concerns and warm gestures, squeezing his chest against her cushiony large bosom.
Ah, the things I do to stay alive. Joffrey sighed but found delight in the soft sensation.
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The roofless Great Hall of Winterfell was soon cleaned of all its rubble, so a large flat area was available for a gathering. As the day passed and night approached, a few lords of other noble houses also arrived with whatever men they could gather.
Manderly, Dustin, Flint, Locke, and even the Mormonts and Umbers. Yet, Joffrey's Golden Legion of over four thousand Unsullied remained the largest force.
Illuminated by dozens of torches, Joffrey stood in the middle of the crowd of armored noble lords in the Great Hall. Under his feet was the painted map of the region showing Dreadfort and the surrounding regions.
"The Hornwoods will launch an attack from their South. Meanwhile, we shall strike them from the West and the East. A part of my forces have left for the Weeping Water River. When our main forces lay siege, the Dreadfort's dwellers may try to retreat towards the sea—only to find death waiting for them." Joffrey explained the simple battle tactics. Of course, he didn't dare make such a plan alone and instead discussed it with Ser Arthur and other captains of his army since they were much more experienced in large-scale warfare.
"How are we going to penetrate the defenses of the Dreadfort?" Asked Wyman Manderly, a lord who was too fat to fight, simply came to witness the end of House Bolton. "Dreadfort is a strong fortress, Your Grace."
Joffrey smiled, "You are in for a surprise, Lord Manderly. No walls are safe anymore, and no castle is impenetrable. I have tools in my arsenal that will bring down Dreadfort's walls like a house of glass."
Amused and interested, some lords called it bullshit, and some lords decided to wait and watch. If it was indeed true, then King Joffrey had to be treated differently—with more respect, perhaps.
With the war meeting over, Joffrey looked at Catelyn Stark, now dressed in a better, new gown that had been left behind since the men sacking the place saw no worth in it. Finely crafted, it stuck to her curves like a second skin, but the large, wooly cloak over it hid some of it.
"I believe Lady Catelyn has some words to speak before we move on to supper," Joffrey called her over.
Proud and strong, Catelyn stepped forward and stood beside Joffrey. Her hair was cascading freely and loosely tied around her back, her body so scentful that Joffrey could already imagine how he was going to digest tonight's supper.
"I will not speak much, but I will remind you what we have lost. Many of you had your sons die, and many, your fathers. That night, if not for His Grace, House Stark would almost be extinct, and the Boltons would be left to take it all.
"That night, it wasn't Robb Stark that was betrayed; It was the North. Vile schemes, inhuman actions, and dishonorable deeds are all the Boltons are synonymous with. My Lords, if not for the memory of Robb Stark, Eddard Stark, or for House Stark—Raise your swords for the North! For as long as the Boltons live, there will always loom a dagger behind your back. Ready to kill and take what's yours!"
Joffrey nodded right then and unsheathed his sword before raising it up, "I, King Joffrey Baratheon, detract all the titles, lands, and rights to rule held by House Boltons of the North. Let's give them a dog's death—For the North!"
"For the North!"
The easiest thing to do in the North was to excite the northern lords with a good battle. Joffrey knew that and capitalized on it. Not to mention, it earned him a few more thankful gazes from Catelyn.
What followed was a modest supper. Almost all the Lords of the North came to Joffrey one by one to make small talk. Some admired his army, and some thanked him for getting rid of the Freys. Clearly, the Twins had angered many lords with their monopoly on the river crossing.
Afterward, everyone headed to their tents to rest. Joffrey remained inside Winterfell Castle, or what was left of it. He followed Catelyn Stark to one of the hallways and then to a part of the castle that still stood firm.
"In here, Your Grace." With a bit of shame in her voice, Catelyn opened a wooden door and invited him into the chamber. "This used to be my bedchamber… or what's left of it. The sackers took whatever of value they found."
Tasteful. Joffrey glanced around and saw a large bed with comfortable bedding. That must be her marital bed—the same she shared with Ned so many times before. And today, it will be ours.
No doubt, he started to feel hard already. He had even planned something new for the woman—the next step in their relationship.
"Before we march to battle, I reckon you'd appreciate the comfort of a good bed, Your Grace." Catelyn closed the door behind, locking it. "I'm afraid it won't compare to the luxury of King's Landing, but—"
"It's perfect," Joffrey interrupted, already in the middle of taking off his leather chest armor, gloves, and boots. “When you have a company so fine, nothing else matters."
Catelyn embarrassingly looked down, not meeting Joffrey's gaze. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. What in the Seven Hells was she doing with such a young man? Yet, there was a certain thrill she couldn't deny.
She silently walked towards the dresser and removed her hair clips, letting her hair freely fall behind her. Then she removed her heavy cloak, showcasing the slender figure she was hiding. The dress was tight around her waist and ample bosom, and around her feet, the cloak bunched up like folds of flowers.
By then, Joffrey had removed his tunic and cloak, standing nude from above, only in his breeches covering his legs. His body was now developed after continuous exercise and a heavy diet. Still lean and tall, he now had some muscles on his chest and arms to boast about.
"Let me help, Catelyn." Joffrey took her name intimately and walked over to stand behind her. He untied the tight knots behind her waist that made the dress alluring. He could feel Catelyn's burning gaze stuck on him as she stared into the mirror before her.
His hands, extremely touchy, caressed all over the curves of her waist. Once untied, he focused on her neck and untied the laces there, ensuring his fingers brushed against her noble skin.
No words were spoken. Only audible breaths echoed in the dimly lit room as Joffrey pushed the neck of her dress wide towards her front. He helped as Catelyn pulled her arms out from the sleeves, standing with a bare back.
Joffrey loved that she was barely half a head shorter than him. It allowed him to reach around her body better and take clothes off without lowering himself too much. Once her arms were out of the sleeves, he pushed her gown further down until it completely fell off her hips and bunched around her feet.
"Umm…" He tastefully hummed and slid his hands on her waist towards her belly. Plastering his bare chest against her equally naked back, he hugged her tight until his erection throbbed between her rear cheeks. Perfectly placed between the smallclothes-covered flesh.
Both his palms, stretched open, caressed Catelyn's toned belly, gently touching her all over. His chin rested beside her face on her shoulder, taking in the scent of her auburn hair and bodily perfumes.
Then he looked at the mirror and locked eyes with Catelyn's blue eyes. He could notice the extremely small hint of unwillingness and shame in those eyes. But her body reacted differently and accepted all of his touches.
Sansa has her own charm but this… Joffrey admired what he saw in the mirror. Her plump, sizable breasts were full and creamy to the touch. Soft, with large pale brown areolas and tight, button-like nipples, he couldn't wait to suckle.
A thin curvy waist that led to her wider hips, her ass a cushion he took delight in against his groin. Long hair, a face that looked mature, and yet charming—youthful in a way. As if the woman had rediscovered herself, a second beginning.
"Ah! Your Grace…" Catelyn moaned when Joffrey's one hand slid down to her covered womanhood, a faint trace of her arousal already present. His other hand claimed one of her mounds and kneaded before pinching the tip. "Y-You need energy for tomorrow, Your Grace."
Joffrey chuckled and began deeply kissing the side of Catelyn's neck. Slow and wet brushing of lips that felt no less than licks for Catelyn. He pressed his hard cock further against her covered ass, "You're the most beautiful Riverlands’ woman I've seen in my life. Have I ever told you that?"
Catelyn blushed, pressing her lips together and nodding, "Um-hm… Y-Yes~ Your Grace… Every night."
She spread her legs a little to give his hand more space. Her head fell back from Joffrey's deep kisses.
"Then let me repeat it tonight… Catelyn."
Joffrey turned her around and kissed her lips right away. Not a hint of reluctance appeared as she parted her lips and welcomed his royal tongue to plunder. She soaked in his wetness and gave hers back, circling and pushing against each other's lips.
Joffrey began gently pushing Catelyn towards the bed and finally let her fall back on it with a resounding rustle of the sheets. Her auburn hair spread around her back immediately, and Joffrey's spit glistened around her lips in the glittering light of candles.
The woman watched with hunger as Joffrey removed his breeches too and got fully naked, his virile length standing straight with bulging need. Then she watched him approach her and pull her small clothes off her pale, fleshy legs.
"Aye, beautiful indeed," Joffrey commented when Catelyn's feminine entrance appeared in his direct view. Yes, she had birthed five kids, and she wasn't very tight. But the view didn't ruin his appetite—perfect folds, pale brown lips, tiny hidden clitoris, and a hint of her sensual drool invited him.
A hidden blush appeared on Catelyn's face. On her own, she beckoned on the bed and rested her head near the headboard on the pillow. The bed was soft. It reminded her of the countless nights she had slept on it.
Perhaps some guilt of letting another man take her on that same bed.
"I must curse the gods for bringing me to this world so late," Joffrey muttered, another strange way of appreciating the beauty as he moved on his knees on the bed.
The guilt faded away at the sight of Joffrey stroking his girthy manhood. Catelyn gulped, as she had done every night for the past few days.
Joffrey took some spit in his palm and rubbed it around his shaft before sliding between Catelyn's spread legs and placing his cockhead on her savory, slippery entrance. He looked up at her face before starting to put pressure and enter her gently.
The small flinches she made, the clenches of eyes, and the gaping of her lips always excited him. But even more so, he liked watching his cock sliding between her petals, spreading them wide and spearing all the way to the hilt, uninterrupted—like a perfect mold made for his size.
Then, he leaned down on Catelyn's body, pushing his knees up against her ass to raise her high for his cock to plunge in deeper. The sensation was mind-melting, although not tight, Joffrey found the silkiness mind-boggling.
So he started moving, pulling his hips back and thrusting in with force, enough to shake her perfect mounds. Soon, the claps and watery noises began to echo, Joffrey's breath turning ragged but not at all tired.
"Ah… Not so f-fast… Your Grace!" Catelyn panicked a bit, feeling Joffrey was going faster and harder than ever. Not realizing it was simply the much softer bedding that aided Joffrey to plunge deeper and stronger, reaching the depths and earning pleasure that he never did before.
Joffrey loved it, however. Sweating, despite being in the cold North, was absolutely the best. Catelyn's warmth was otherworldly, and knowing who she was and what she meant heightened the pleasure manifold.
"Ugh…" Joffrey grunted and lowered his lips on her peaks.
It was no lovemaking, but was simple, mindless, unashamed breeding—He pressed down on her sweltering, melting hot pussy with his cock and weight, raising her ass high with each clap. His cock pumped in and out while his mouth remained busy suckling on her perfect, round globes, making a mess of his spit all over her chest. His hands, cupping them, sometimes pinched the tips a little too hard to earn Catelyn's crying moan.
"Aaaaah! Go-oh! Joffrey!" She took his name at last.
However, Joffrey had something else planned. He completely leaned on Catelyn's body, hugged her with his arms around her back from below her underarms, and rolled over to his shoulder, keeping Catelyn pressed against his chest too, allowing them to lay sideways, still in his arms.
Her one leg rested straight while the other folded, knee resting atop Joffrey's side while his cock still slammed into her core, uninterrupted.
As Catelyn hugged Joffrey's head tightly and showered kisses on his lips, both of Joffrey's hands reached down to Catelyn's supple and soft rear and pushed her inward, shoving in to hit deep with his cock.
However, he had a greater purpose. Gently, his hands dug deeper into her flesh, spreading her ass cheeks and finally allowing his fingers to rub against the crown of her rear entrance. With his girthy length churning her inside to squeeze out more of her juices, it helped Joffrey lubricate her other entrance.
"Umm… Ah!" Catelyn, too ashamed to say anything, moaned to her heart's content. She made her own hips slap against his bulging balls until he'd hit the deepest part of her wetness. "Wha–No!"
"Shh…" Joffrey tried to calm her as he gently teased her star-shaped rear entrance with the tip of his finger, only sliding it an inch deep and keeping it there. "I'd never hurt you, my Cat. Don't clench… just relax."
She was so much more embarrassed now that she hugged Joffrey's neck even tighter and nestled her face below his chin. She didn't want it, but she didn't want to say no to him either. "Hmm."
Joffrey got her comfortable and pulled his finger out, only to drench it in their juices and push it back in deeper this time. At the same time, his thrusts calmed down, becoming long and rough rather than quick and piercing.
Your mouth, your cunt, your ass—I’ll own it all after tonight, Catelyn Stark. Joffrey planned and controlled his release, which was already on the edge. But noting Catelyn was already going through an orgasm, he decided to finish up and start with her rear quickly.
But before that, he kept fucking both her holes for a good while, turning the Stark matriarch dizzy from so much arousal. She slammed her lips on his and mindlessly continued to suckle on his lips or tongue while his finger fucked her hole, then added another to spread her wider.
"Mmmm… Ah, ah, I can't anymore…" Catelyn felt sore in her molten loins. His ravaging cock had turned her deep red.
Joffrey finally stopped fucking her ass with his fingers and got back into the previous position. Pushing Catelyn to lie straight, her milky legs spread at their widest, and his entire girthy shaft shoved deep with all his weight. He hugged her head with both arms, locking it, and showered her with wet kisses all over her face.
"Ah, ah, aah!" Catelyn rocked, as did the bed. She didn’t know where Joffrey got all that stamina, but she couldn't help but feel young again. Her legs, on their own, locked around Joffrey's waist, pulling him further down into her passionate depths.
Joffrey grunted on her face, his breath so ragged that each exhale made her hair fly away from her face. His hips pumped deep and harshly but passionately nonetheless. He fucked her, suckled her, kissed her, bred her like his own woman—like his lady.
It was nothing new, however. This was how the last few nights had ended between them. It was his goal and he needed to put his seeds deep within her core. It was his desire to make Catelyn his for the rest of her remaining life.
"Aaah, Joff-oh! Seven…! You're so wonder-ful… mmmh!" Catelyn cried real tears of soreness, love, and warmth. Her squelching depth leaked out another orgasm, but Joffrey's length continued to pound in till his balls slapped against her backdoor continuously.
Joffrey had no idea how much longer he had to tame this woman. So he treated each night like his last, and he prayed to whichever God brought him back that his plan would work.
"Mmm… Catelyn, you're amazing." Joffrey kissed her forehead and looked into her intoxicated eyes. The sound of rough fucking and the musky scent of their mingling sex permeated across the room. "M-May… I?"
Catelyn couldn't believe what she was doing, but her legs pressed harder around Joffrey's waist and pulled him deeper. She forgot all the pain and soreness and only stared at the handsome young face, her hands roughly going up to caress his golden hair.
And then she nodded.
The lion finally tamed the fish. Joffrey smiled and abandoned himself to pleasure. His plunges calmed down, and his cock rested deep within her all the way, only giving out faint twitches aided by intense spasms that were followed by his climax.
Resting in her hot, soft inner sanctum, Joffrey's cockhead burst out with a flood of his masculinity. His toes curled, and his weight further weighed down on the older woman. His eyes never left her face, seeing how she reacted as his load spilled inside and filled her. She could feel it as much as he did.
Bless me, Mother. Let this seed sow a new life. Joffrey prayed, balls-deep in the pool of his cream inside her.
He breathed out deeply and fell atop Catelyn's fondled and reddened breasts. It was perhaps the greatest pillow in the world, and he could feel sleep approaching. Even his cock seemed to be in a mood to rest as it turned flaccid and eased out of her leaking depth.
"Mmm…" Catelyn moistened her lips with her tongue, caressing Joffrey's head on her chest. "What if I'm with a babe, Your Grace?"
Joffrey looked up and slid to her side, almost keeping her body pressed underneath himself. He caressed the side of her face and looked into her blue eyes. "I’ll be the father. What else?"
"But—we can't possibly announce it."
"If you wish to, I don't mind," Joffrey said, shocking her to no end. "But if you don't, you can say it's Robb's secret child." Joffrey suggested, "And if the child has blonde hair, I’ll raise the babe as mine."
"You will?" Catelyn asked just to be sure. It all sounded so absurd, after all.
Joffrey smiled like a devil and leaned down, his face closer to her lips, but never kissed. "Then we’ll have a reason to visit each other regularly and… have a few private discussions."
She breathily smiled, rolling her eyes at the absurdness of the situation. She felt his erection gaining some size once again and gently captured it with her fingers, not minding the drenched stickiness. "It must be wonderful to be young… But I'm afraid I'm too old."
Joffrey shook his head, his hand caressing her sizable mounds. "Not to me, Catelyn. The way I see it—you're ripe—a woman who’s strong in body, smart in mind, and utterly beautiful in allure."
Right then Joffrey moved away from her and got up on his knees near her legs. "Sadly, I'm not done yet. Will you turn around, my lady?"
"No!" Catelyn quickly realized what Joffrey wanted, "I-I'm too old for this, Joffrey."
Joffrey smirked like a devil once more, "Then let me make you feel young again. I promise I’ll be as gentle as a feather."
Why? Why can’t I say no to this man? Catelyn wondered and tiredly turned around and laid flat.
"Fold your knees and raise your back, Catelyn," Joffrey added and guided the woman with his hands on both sides of her waist.
Good Maiden! Joffrey dumbly stared at the stunning body before him. The view from his height was great. Catelyn's wide, pear-shaped hips dangled in the air, while her back was arched, going down with her head resting on both her arms. Her auburn hair bunched around her back, strands stuck to her skin from the sweat.
Finally, Joffrey looked down at her rear entrance. His spread palms softly widened the gap for a better look, and by the Seven, she was quite an aristocratic, pristine woman. As her pussy still leaked out a few rare drops of his cream from before, he noticed the soreness had turned her backdoor pale red too.
"I'll use my fingers first." He said, "Relax, Catelyn."
"Hm," she responded, eyes closed and teeth clenched. "I-I've never done this before, Joffrey."
Ah, so I'm taking her rear virginity then. Joffrey found joy in that new information.
"I'll be slow and gentle." He promised and used their juices from before to lube her entrance, as well as his fingers. Since he had already done some work before, he easily dug in. First, half a finger, and then the whole. "A second one."
Joffrey added another finger after greasing it and used the two to fuck her. Catelyn didn't clench herself tight the entire time; her breaths were calm and long, noticeable from her rising and falling arched back.
He kept it going for a while before starting to prepare his now iron-hard shaft. He didn't warn her this time and greased his length with their previous nectar. He lubricated it quite well before finally placing the purple, bulging head on her round entrance and pushing in.
"Ummmh!" Catelyn felt it. Not even three fingers could have prepared her for his cock. She clenched herself, her toes curled for a second before letting it go and allowing him further in.
Joffrey just kept staring, both his palms now tightly clenching her fleshy rear. Only the knob went in, and the tightness he felt was otherworldly, much more than Catelyn's petals or any cunt he had fucked before.
"Just breathe out," he said and pushed a little more. “Don't clench."
More and more, he went halfway in and rested there. Of course, he was gentle with her since he wanted to keep the woman. On top of that, he knew she wasn't deep enough to take all of his length in her back hole.
"I’ll pull now," Joffrey said and gently slid back out. He once again greased himself and pushed back in. This time a tad bit faster and without any obstruction. He could feel Catelyn was getting used to him moving, so he maintained a slow pace in and out.
In all honesty, other than the tightness, he didn't find anything desirable in what he was doing. The only reason he wanted this was to make Catelyn remember him forever. To take the woman and make her his own in every way possible. From her mouth to her cunt, and now to her ass.
"Ungh!" Catelyn groaned, or perhaps it was a moan.
"I'm almost—d-done." Joffrey clawed her asscheeks so tight that his palm sunk into her flesh along with his fingers. It took everything in him not to ram it all in and pump faster.
Still, the more he fucked her ass, the more he felt he could go faster. Not as much as the session before, but once again, the wet sounds, alongside the rubbing of skin against skin, reached their ears.
Catelyn clenched the sheets, eyes closed.
Joffrey squeezed her ass, also eyes closed. Lost in the pleasure, he felt a heavenly tingle in his loins. The itch spread from his balls and then to his thighs before finally reaching the knob of his cock settled deep between Catelyn's tight ass.
"Arh…" Joffrey, to his amusement, came once again after such a short while. Not as much as before, but still enough to make it all feel hot. He cried a groan and let strings of pumping cream out.
He still pumped in and out a few times, feeling his load had made moving far more easier. But this time, his length calmed down much faster.
Catelyn Stark. He stared at the woman's back as he pulled back and watched drops of his nectar drip out. You're one fine woman.
In the end, he couldn't help but admire the northern beauty. He was absolutely sure if he had fucked Margaery in the ass, she'd have cried tears of blood. And yet, here was Catelyn with a smiling face as she lay straight on her back once more. Her arms calling the man who claimed her in ways she’d never let anyone do closer to her embrace.
Joffrey quickly got off the bed, used a cloth to wipe his cock clean, used some water from a pitcher too, and climbed into the bed once again. This time, he pulled the sheets over and embraced the older woman.
Catelyn rested her head on his arm near the shoulder. She laid sideways and hugged his frame, caressing his abs with her palm. "I used to think it would hurt a lot."
"It does, Catelyn." Joffrey chuckled, "This King was just a little more gentle with his lover."
Oh, Seven. Why did my heart pound like that? Catelyn wondered and nestled her face closer to the side of Joffrey's chin—a place she'd have never imagined to find herself in her lifetime before.
"You should sleep now, Joffrey. You have a battle to fight tomorrow."
On that, Joffrey agreed.
"Good night, Catelyn." He closed his eyes at last.
As for Catelyn. She kept listening to Joffrey's beating heart, her eyes open for some time even after he fell asleep.
A myriad of thoughts circled in her mind. As a proud woman, she felt no regret for what she had done. But she did worry what Sansa would think if she were to find out.
Oh, Seven. Please guide me.
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The day came, and Joffrey wore his armor again, this time adding fine metal armor plates since the battle would be his first official debut as a conqueror.
The march was easy, as everyone in the Golden Legion had horses. However, they had to take short breaks since Catelyn felt the aftereffects of the rough pounding from the previous night. Turns out, anal before horse riding wasn't a great idea.
Sympathetic, Joffrey tried to make the ride easy for her in any way possible. Initially, he wanted her to stay in Winterfell, but she longed to see her youngest son safe with her own eyes.
Something that Joffrey absolutely didn't want.
It took them an entire day and night to reach Dreadfort and set up the camp outside the archer's range of the castle. As expected, Dreadfort was armed to the teeth with all its gates shut and the walls manned well.
As planned, a messenger was sent from non-unsullied soldiers first, demanding that Rickon Stark be released. In return, the remnants of Bolton's bloodline would be allowed to take the Black.
To Joffrey's delight, he didn't underestimate the madness that plagued Ramsay. Instead of replying to the missive, Ramsay sent back the severed head of the messenger.
"He's insane," Warned Lady Hornwood, who joined them. “Ramsay is the bastard and likely the murderer of his brother, the first trueborn son of Roose. He has lived his entire life dreaming of being Lord Bolton. He won't give up so easily."
Joffrey sighed and looked at Catelyn, "We’ll have to proceed with the plan, my Lady. The more time we spend here, the more Rickon is in danger."
Teary-eyed, Catelyn nodded.
Joffrey looked at his commander right away, "Ser Arthur. Proceed with the plan."
Everyone thought the plan was what they had discussed in Winterfell. So they all decided to return to their resting tents and wait for the morning to lay siege.
Boom!
However, deep in the night, a resounding sound echoed in the air as if something heavy struck something made of large stones. Everyone in the camp woke up and gathered.
To their shock, fifty men from Joffrey's army were manning the catapults and launching large rocks at the castle every few minutes. It was random with no aim at all, but each time the stones collided with the castle walls, there were loud bells ringing on the castle wall.
It was a bizarre tactic since there was no plan to attack that night. It unsettled the lords, taking away their sleep. The whole night, they merely sat together and watched the Unsullied soldiers launch large rocks.
Before they knew it, the sun started to rise and illuminate the sky and land. The Northern Lords watched the Golden Legion the whole time and marveled at its efficiency. The soldiers had woken up before sunrise and started cleaning themselves, sharpening their spears, checking their shields, and cooking food for the entire army.
To their further amusement, the damn food tasted good. Since when did wartime cuisine become so delectable?
When the sky turned fully white, and everything could be seen properly, Joffrey came out of his tent alone, Catelyn Stark from another adjacent tent. The King ate his breakfast alone, then wore his complete armor with the help of his soldiers.
"Why does it feel like we're not here to battle?" Greatjon Umber asked.
"The King's inexperienced." Said Lord Manderly. "He's just a boy."
"No, he's a half-Lannister," Lady Hornwood added. “They’re always calm and collected, always scheming something."
They stood up when Joffrey approached them and greeted him.
"I believe we won't need to fight a hard battle." Joffrey said, "My army will be enough to handle this. I can't allow the North to lose more of its men… The pointless war has cost too much."
The boy wanted to send his soldiers to suicide? Who were they to decline such a grace? The Northern Lords thought.
BOOM!
All heads turned right that instant. No, this sound wasn't like the ones last night. This was a clear explosion.
And when they all finally looked, they dumbly stared at the cloud of smoke in the distance. A big chunk of one of the Dreadfort's towers was blown away.
Boom!
Another exploding scorpion arrow went flying and struck the main gates of the castle, shattering it.
Boom!
Another, then more. Joffrey didn't send a single man to lay siege, and from a distance, he chipped Dreadfort Castle to its bones. An entire thick wall from the side now lay waste, and two massive towers were smashed to pieces.
"Send the messenger," Joffrey ordered.
This time, a team of five Unsullied men went towards the defenseless Dreadfort. No attacks came, and within an hour, the five Unsullied returned alive, unscratched.
"They agreed, Your Grace."
Joffrey took a sigh of relief, "Bring me a chair."
After that, an hour passed and then another. After three hours, multiple white flags appeared coming out of the destroyed walls of the fort. Hundreds, and then upward of a thousand figures came out of the castle.
Without swords, armor, or helmets, they approached Joffrey's camp and knelt down, except five of them, who came forward with a sack in their arms.
"Let me go!"
"You don't want to do this!"
Thud!
"We honored the deal, Your Grace." The five men knelt down after throwing the sack on the ground. "We brought you Lord Ramsay."
"What?!" Greatjon Umber exclaimed and rushed forward to cut open the jute sack.
"It's him!" Lady Hornwood had seen him personally and confirmed. "I can never forget that fiend’s face."
Joffrey finally unsheathed his sword and stepped forward. He placed the sword's tip at Ramsay's neck, "Where is Rickon Stark?"
"Hehe." Ramsay looked around and then at Joffrey, "Greetings, Your Grace."
"Where is he?"
"Why don't you look inside the dungeon?" Ramsay sneered. "A surprise awaits."
You better surprise me well, runt. Joffrey cursed, having done all he could have to enrage him over the past few weeks.
"Ser Arthur, take five hundred men and sweep the castle. Place the flasks." Joffrey ordered.
Right away, Ser Arthur left. Silence fell all over Joffrey's side as Catelyn's heart continued to sink, expecting the worst-case scenario.
It took hours for Ser Arthur and the soldiers, however. Silently sacking the entire castle wasn't easy. Many chests had to be filled, removed from the backside of the castle, and then handed to the waiting Unsullied on boats.
Finally, when midday arrived, some activity appeared in the distance. It was Ser Arthur with five hundred men. Only this time, there were two more horses with them: one with a man riding and another with a cloth-wrapped, shorter-framed body.
"N-No!" Catelyn cried at the view. "Noo! My son!"
Ser Arthur approached the camp, his face solemn as he reported. "We found this man named Theon in the dungeon. T-There was also this… rotting body…"
"Why?! Why did you kill my son?!" Catelyn screamed and, on her own, took down the dead body tied in a sheet of cloth. She tried to untie it right away to check the face, hoping she was wrong.
"Don't!" Ser Arthur warned, "The body is skinned."
Every single Northern Lord sucked in a cold breath at those words. But none had the courage to stop Catelyn. She continued and eventually got the head unwrapped.
"W-What?" She felt her breath become ragged. There was no face, no skin on the dead body. "Rickon… Where is my Rickon?"
"It's him." Theon voiced, hands tied behind his back, atop the horse. "Ramsay skinned him in front of me weeks ago."
Good job. Joffrey breathed a sigh of relief.
"You! You traitor!" Catelyn looked at Theon and pulled him down from the horse. Theon fell and soon received slaps all over his face. "I treated you like my son! Why? Why?"
Theon silently kept his gaze down.
"My family…" Catelyn fell into shock and plunged to her knees. "M-My sons…"
A few moments later, Catelyn fell unconscious, falling completely. Her entire being in too much shock and mental anguish.
Joffrey sighed and looked at Lady Hornwood, "My Lady, please help Lady Catelyn to her bed."
Then, Joffrey looked at Dreadfort Castle. "Ser Arthur, raze it to the ground."
Boom!
With just a signal, a precise exploding scorpion arrow was sent. The well-planned and positioned flasks of Wildfire in Dreadfort caught flames immediately and exploded one after another like a chain reaction.
First, the roofs fell, then the columns, and then the walls. Right before their eyes, the entire Dreadfort turned into rubble worse than the Harrenhal—that was the work of dragons.
At that instant, all the Northern Lords realized why they were called. Joffrey never needed their support to begin with. No, this was a demonstration, a reminder of where their loyalties should lie.
Joffrey, at last, focused on Ramsay. "Your house is known for flaying? Then, as the King, today shall be the last day a man gets flayed. Ser Arthur, flay Ramsay Bolton."
"W-What?" Ramsay cried out, trying to appear innocent. "Y-Your Grace, mercy! I beg you, I’ll take the blac—"
But Joffrey ignored him and let the Unsullied drag the man away. Instead, Joffrey stared at the flayed, dead body of Rickon Stark.
"He was just a little boy." There was a frown on his face but pleasure in his heart. "Such cruelty."
Boom!
The Dreadfort continued to explode into pieces.
"Kill the men sworn to House Bolton. Send the sellswords to the Wall. Women and children to the Septs." Joffrey gave out orders, and they were instantly followed by the Golden Legion.
The entire time, Joffrey kept staring at the dead Stark boy’s body. He stood one more step closer to having the whole North.
You're next, Bran, the cripple.
Comments
fedeew
please continue
Benoît Valtin
it was tasty, couldn't wait to see him get killed trying to kill bran O_o
