Chapitre 69: Chapter 66 - The Heir, The Trojan & The Lion IV
Quickly, Taena pushed down her smallclothes, starting with those hiding her coveted cunt. She slanted forward and pushed it down, finally stepping out. Then, standing straight, she freed her breasts.
"Gorgeous," Joffrey exclaimed once he had her completely bare. A true work of hard, he could proudly declare. She was not one of those slim, lithe young girls. No, this was a real woman in the prime of her beauty—large bust, round, and gravity-defying, tight dark nipples that hypnotized him almost.
That lone golden piece of jewelry around her neck defined her allure more.
She didn't have a flat belly, but not fat either. Her curves were perfect in all ways, invoking nothing but his sexual desire.
Joffrey didn't wait anymore and pushed down his breeches as well. Quickly, he stood as naked as her, his cock flung straight, throbbing with hardness challenging a sword. He rushed towards her and gripped her amazing breasts immediately.
So bloody soft!
"Ah!" Taena moaned when Joffrey suddenly leaned forward and took one of her tight nipples in his mouth. He suckled hard and squeezed his lips tight. Enough that she instinctively caught his head softly.
I can do this while shoving myself in her too. He thought and stopped suckling her breasts. He began to push her slowly until she felt the bed's edge against her calves.
Taena smiled and fell back on her own. As she landed, the bed squeaked, and her breasts jiggled like jelly. No, her entire body rippled like it was made of clouds.
Oh, how much I will savor this.
"Slide back." He said and watched Taena slowly beckon herself until her head landed on the pillow. He kept staring at the junction of her thighs, and the brown petals that were calling him to invade.
"Take me, Your Grace." Taena invited, spreading her thighs wide. "I'm ready."
She was, evident by the steamy, damp glint on her entrance.
Joffrey felt her amazing legs with his hands. Smooth and soft enough that his fingers sank in the flesh. The further up he went the softer it became where he eventually stopped as he had raised her thighs up until her knees touched her luscious breasts.
He looked down at the long slit, the cave of wonders that felt hot just from one look. While not the most beautiful he had ever seen, he felt it was calling for him to take a lick, and he felt enticed enough to do it. But, his cock's desire was to drown in her warmth, so he postponed the tasting for the next time.
"Slow?"
"L-Like a lion," Taena murmured back.
What does that mean?
He had no clue, so he just decided to shove it in with no attention to decorum or shame. He just wanted to be inside her and it was all that mattered.
Keeping Taena's back arched, thighs pressed up, knees to her tits, he lined his greedy length on her entrance. At first, he teased with his bulging purple knob, testing the waters with a quick dip. Then, for the second time, he slowly slid in, continuously, more and more. She wasn't as tight as Sansa, but enough to make him crave to sink deep.
He pressed down on her olive body with his weight and kept shoving his need until he felt her sticky heat on his pelvis and balls. All in, to the hilt, and it was the most wonderful sensation—her insides constantly squeezed him, and the slippery folds of her flesh teased his climax already.
Gods—This is addicting.
He looked down at her gaping mouth. He chuckled and pulled himself back slightly before driving back in. It seemed she loved it, staring at him with her dreamy eyes. Perhaps this was what she meant by 'like a lion'. Unrestrained fucking, for a lion needs no direction.
"Aaaah! So, deep, Your Grace. So… I missed this." She moaned with true pleasure.
Joffrey weighed down more on her and leaned forward. He let go of her legs and let her spread them herself while he focused on her amazing tits. He lowered his face right away and took them in his mouth, all the while he roughly thrust in her satisfying cunt.
"Mmmm… yes, yes, yes! You're, aaah! So good at this! Oh, oooh!"
Joffrey listened to her mewls and hastened his drives. There was no sense of control in him, so as soon as he felt her insides churning him in her own climax, he let go of his too. Both of them, at the same time, came.
Finishing inside her was risky. But when he looked at her, he couldn't stop himself. She was as if made to be bred. But that didn't matter to him. What concerned him was to draw his deepest pleasure from her body.
There was more for her to lose than gain by being a mother to his bastard. Her benefit was only in being his desired whore.
"Ugh!" Joffrey pumped himself dry inside her with no mind. Not once did he stop thrusting as he knew he was far from done. The primal lust had awakened long ago, and he knew he could last longer.
"Oooooh!" Taena came on his cock and lost strength for a moment. Her head sank back into the pillow, too tired and aroused. Her soft belly ripped with her gasping throbs. She felt utterly stretched by his cock, a size she had long forgotten could even claim her.
Oh yes, she could get used to this, she thought.
"N-Not done!" Joffrey roared.
"I-I'm… All yours!" She declared.
Joffrey liked hearing that and kissed her neck, laying his body on her breasts, feeling her skin-to-skin. "For how long?"
"H-How long do you desire… ah-me?"
"A long time." He declared.
Taena arched her back, too sore in her loins that his thrusting made her lose it for good. "Y-Yes."
"I'll own you." He warned.
"Yo-ugh already do! You are-ah the king! You own everything! Ooooh!"
He really liked the sound of it.
"Then…" Joffrey pulled himself back and sat on his knees. He then made Taena turn sideways while he kept one of her thighs between his legs, pressed down. He raised her other leg, landing it on his shoulder.
Taena propped herself on one shoulder to accommodate his desire. But feeling so stretched, she moaned non-stop. Her lush dark hair was beautifully draped sideways, and her golden necklace dangled on her neck. Her breasts squeezed one against another, and just then Joffrey's thrusting resumed.
"Say it then," Joffrey demanded, pressing her raised leg down with his chest, stretching her cunt more while he kept sliding in and out with his once again throbbing cock. He reached for her face with one hand and pressed her lips with a thumb. "Say it!"
"I am…" She spread her tongue out and let Joffrey press it, play with it. "I h-am your… Sh-lut!"
Joffrey smirked and rammed harder. "For how long?"
His thumb made it hard for her to speak clearly.
"Fo-h-ever!"
A fine, obedient thing. Joffrey had no delusions. He knew Taena was not Sansa. He knew Taena was doing all this just for her own benefit, and he held no delusions of ever subduing her as he had Sansa.
No, this was a mere consensual plaything. A fine addition to his collection.
"Drink the tea," Joffrey ordered her, feeling his second, and likely the last climax approaching.
"Yes!"
That was it. Joffrey tipped over, almost falling forward. He flexed himself, clenching his ass as he felt his cock squeeze itself tight and shudder inside her warmth. He didn't know if she had her second or third climax already, too focused on his own.
"Oh! That's good!" Joffrey murmured and lost himself to the pleasure. A fine gift to himself for winning the Reach. He emptied himself in her tight cunt, filling her to the brim like a goblet waiting for wine.
He felt the warmth of his own spill as he continued to thrust for a while longer. It was amazing to bed her, and he knew there was a lot more to explore on Taena than what he knew right now.
Can't wait to return.
"Huh." He finally relaxed back, letting Taena spread her legs straight. He roughly landed adjacent to her, panting but thoroughly satisfied. "Good… that was good."
"It was, Your Grace," Taena murmured back, also panting. "N-Next time, let me do the… honors."
"Sounds wonderful."
For a long time, both of them stayed on the bed, catching their breath. It was close to evening by then, so they felt no rush to move. He graciously welcomed Taena's soft frame in his cuddling warmth.
What else can you bring to the table? He pondered in silence.
"You'll be here when I return?" He asked.
"How else will I be useful to you, Your Grace?"
"In bed?" He questioned.
She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered with a knowing smile, "I have danced in the shadows with every lady worth knowing in the Reach. If it is whispers you seek… I can bring you quite a few."
"I'd like that." Joffrey nodded and squeezed her body tighter. "I'll celebrate my victory with you when I return."
Taena's eyes gleamed in expectation. "Anything I can do to make it better?"
There is one thing. Joffrey thought of his long-term goal. It'll help a lot if she can.
"Try to make Sansa willing to join both of us when I return. I'd like that."
Taena throatily laughed and hugged him lustfully. "As you wish, my King."
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That same night, inside the Black Cell complex, Joffrey followed Ser Arthur to a particularly dark cell. It had been a while since he last visited it, so he looked forward to this meeting.
"I hope he's been domesticated by now."
"He is, Your Grace." Ser Arthur ensured. "He'll bark if you tell him to. Kill himself if you order him to."
Quickly after, the metal door squeaked open. Ser Arther walked beside the king, lighting up the area. Right in front of them was the utterly broken, almost wraith-like figure of Theon Greyjoy.
"Kneel!" Joffrey ordered.
Thud!
"Crawl!"
Theon did it.
"Lick my foot."
Theon crawled over to Joffrey and licked his boots.
Joffrey smiled excitedly seeing that and took out a small dagger from his waistband. He threw it at Theon. "Stab yourself in your right palm."
Bam!
Theon did as asked without wasting a single moment. The man even lacked emotions as he bled there. He just sat in silence, awaiting the next command.
This is fantastic!
"Good job, Arthur." He patted Ser Arthur on the shoulder beside him and looked back down. "I have a job for you, Theon. The time has come for you to return home and help me secure the Salt Throne so you may sit on it as my loyal vassal."
Thud!
Theon knelt like a knight, bleeding still.
"You will return to the Iron Islands and…"
Joffrey went on to explain everything in great detail. Although the instructions were clear, there were too many of them as Joffrey had planned for setbacks as well. He knew there weren't many who could stand against him anymore. But madmen like Euron were the type who'd die rather than lose—the most dangerous type.
He repeated the entire plan multiple times until Theon could recite it whole. After that, he sent him to the healer to get his hand fixed while Joffrey returned upstairs to the main keep.
"Ser Arthur!"
All of a sudden, an Unsullied of the Golden Legion came running. The man bowed to Joffrey and whispered into Ser Arthur's ear something. A moment later, he saluted again and ran back.
"Great news, Your Grace." Ser Arthur smiled and whispered to Joffrey. "A raven arrived from the North. It's a lion."
A son?!
How could he not smile at that?
The North is now truly mine then!
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