Bab 86: Chapter 83 - The Dragon Roars IV
"What about you? You believe in magic?" He asked and guided her hand directly to his flaccid cock. He had no plans to sleep early that night.
Chataya smirked and stroked him softly, playing with his balls at the same time. "Magic is God's gift, Your Grace. My life, our fateful meeting, your desire to seek pleasure with my body—all is God's gift."
"And death?"
"Everything that has a beginning has an end too, Your Grace," Chataya replied and slowly rubbed her leg on his thighs as well. Her glistening skin felt like delicate silk to the touch. "Just as a man needs rest after every culmination of bliss, everything in life must rest at its culmination before a new beginning?"
"Rebirth?" He asked with interest. "Your people believe in that?"
"My people believe in many things, Your Grace. But the one thing that stands forever is that all is God's gift," Chataya added.
"Hmm…" Joffrey finally started to feel aroused. "Why don't you go and stand against that wall? I'd like to gift you more of myself tonight."
"Hah…" Chataya chuckled. "I shall lovingly accept it, Your Grace."
She moved her long, meaty legs off the bed and walked over to the wall. She rested her hands on it and pushed her hips back, parting them and giving him a look at her petals and the other hole.
Joffrey felt hard once again and walked behind her. He touched her back, going down, and felt her soft, large asscheeks. He spread them apart and teased her back hole with his cockhead.
"What of this? Is my gift accepted here too?"
"If such is my King's desire, that is my duty. A mating of any kind is worship to the gods."
"Oh?" Joffrey liked the answer and spat down on his palm. He rubbed his spit all over his cock and pressed harder on her star-shaped back hole. "Are you sure?"
"Very rarely I give myself in such a way, but you're not the first, Your Grace," Chataya replied and used only her head to lean against the wall, while her palms reached behind to spread her own ass. "Please… Let us share this gift of pleasure and desire."
Seven hells, this woman has one fine mouth.
With that, Joffrey made up his mind and pushed in hard. Slowly, gently, guiding in that insane tightness. It was all he needed that night.
A good, tight fuck.
It's going to be a long, long night.
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What a night it was, and what a morning came after. He woke up to Chataya sucking him off until completion. She swallowed him whole and soon left his bedchamber to start her work.
Joffrey took his bath and prepared himself for the day's routine. A few hours of training followed by reading and writing mind-numbing ravens all day. If lucky, he'd have time to play around with Val or Arya, and if too much time, he'd explore the city.
The King had to inspect each pillow house personally, after all. The most exciting part was that the pillow houses had themes, and each one had a different theme. One had the theme of Red Priestesses, where all women had red hair and wore red, like the followers of R'hllor. Though he doubted that they might just be actual Red Priestesses.
There was also one based around the Septas of the Faith of the Seven. Joffrey really liked that one as it tickled his 'taboo' senses.
Slowly, he was coming to understand why Lys was so famous for sex tourism. He wanted to keep it that way, if not make it even better and more famous by expanding the name, fame, and scale.
Knock! Knock!
The door opened, and Arya walked in. She was clad in a common, loose tunic, tight breeches, and a pair of boots with her needle sword hanging by the waist. She looked the same as before, but her face didn't sneer as much anymore.
Physical intimacy between them had become far more common now than ever. At times, it was Arya who approached him to 'do' it. He reckoned she liked the sensations and the pleasure. Who wouldn't?
"How did it go?"
"Two of them beaten today." Arya boasted and proudly walked into the chamber. She didn't stop at the table and walked around to Joffrey's side. Without a warning, she sat down sideways on his lap, a grin all over her face.
"You!" Joffrey frowned, feeling her entire body was drenched. Sweaty since she had just returned from her training. Her tunic, her breeches, and her hair—it was all oozing warm fumes. But he had to use one arm to support her back or she'd have fallen.
"Mm… Joffrey." Arya grounded her hips on his lap to stir him up and hugged him closer to his chest. She was playing with him. "Won't you do it with me?"
She thinks I'll be disgusted?
Slurp!
Joffrey suddenly licked the side of Arya's neck, right below her cheek. She tasted salty and he didn't mind. "Hmm, Arya, I don't think I can ever say no when you rub your bum on me like that."
"What?" Arya tried to get up.
But Joffrey hugged her in place and continued to kiss her neck. "You thought I'd be disgusted? Girl, this is just another form of sexual pleasure—exciting, I'd say."
"Ugh, that's disgusting," Arya said what she expected him to say. "Let me take a bath first."
"No, I'm not one of those to let the food go cold before eating." Joffrey made her turn her face towards him. "I like it hot and sweet… salty is fine too."
He kissed her soft, thin lips with heated desire. His hands played around her body as the one on the back caressed her, and the one on the front cupped her breast.
"Ungh…" Arya panted into his mouth as she felt his tongue sweep inside her. She felt ashamed, not even having bathed yet. But, she felt so hot and needy.
Joffrey liked her heated breaths. He didn't mind the sweat since taking a bath with her was an option for later. For now, he just swept into her slippery mouth and coiled with her tongue, giving her a taste of another sparring.
"I'm hard," Joffrey warned her. "Table?"
"Don't act like we haven't done it, Joffrey." Arya barked and quickly sat down on the table, legs towards him, spread.
Knock! Knock!
"What?!" Arya jolted and tried to get up.
But Joffrey pulled her back into his lap instead, this time straddling with her knees to his sides, his both hands tightly clenching her firm ass. She tried to push him, but he kept her in place.
"Don't act like you don't moan your lungs out, Arya. My entire army knows by now," Joffrey replied. "Enter."
Clack!
"Oh…" It was Val who entered. She chuckled at the sight. "Your Grace, should I c—"
"No, what's the matter?"
"A messenger arrived from Meereen," Val said and approached the table. She winked at Joffrey while making a squeezing gesture with her hand.
Joffrey grinned at Val's face. Too bad he wasn't able to get the two women to join him in the bed yet. But he was content with what he had. He kept playfully squeezing Arya's bottom while she hugged the life out of his neck.
"Meereen? Mind reading it to me?" He asked, his hands too occupied.
"Of course." Val unfolded the paper and read it in a serious tone. "Joffrey Baratheon, I offer my congratulations on your recent triumphs in Lys and Tyrosh. Yet, take heed: I, Daenerys Targaryen, The First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons, shall soon come to your shores with my dragon. When you hear its roar, I expect you to stand alone at the Orange Shore, ready to kneel before your true Queen. It is time you demonstrate the truth of your words. Should you hesitate or conspire against me, I shall rain fire upon your city and reduce it to nothing but ashes."
"What?!" Arya jumped off Joffrey's lap without shame.
Joffrey also rose to his full height and snatched the missive from Val. He read it under his breath again and again. "When did this arrive?"
"This morning," Val answered.
"GRAAAAAAAAW!"
The floor trembled all of a sudden. An ear-shattering, monstrous roar echoed outside and inside the palace.
"She's here!" Arya exclaimed.
Joffrey stopped his hand from shivering, a sign of weakness. But inside he was shaking.
No, no, no! This is too early. You weren't supposed to come here… Why aren't you lost in the Dothraki Sea?
For Joffrey, who already knew most of the future, this was a major setback. Daenerys Targaryen had gone different from the predestined route.
What now? I must not kneel.
He walked over to the window.
"GRAAAAAW!"
He felt his heart sink at that roar.
I won't kneel! The throne is mine!
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