章 46: Chapter 43 - Where It All Began IV
He left her waist and began untying her braided, honey-blonde ponytail. His fingers softly combed her hair straight at the same time. Once done, he walked to her side, took off her shoulder armors, and then finally got in front of her to remove the breastplate.
At last, she stood in nothing but breeches and a cotton surcoat. He untied it too, and proceeded to lay it open.
Her toned belly was naked, while her voluptuous breasts were wrapped tight by a long cotton strip. He took out his dagger and simply cut it apart, freeing her magnificent swells that lacked any semblance of sagging. The tight nipples stood erect, burning hot as soon as both his palms softly rested on them.
"Joffrey, may I ask you something?" Val asked all of a sudden, her tone serious.
He gazed at her beautiful face and stopped fondling her breasts. Instead, he held her waist and pulled her closer to his chest. His other hand cleared the strands of hair falling on her face. "Go ahead."
"When will you fill my womb?"
Oh? She wants a child? Joffrey smiled warmly and pecked on her forehead. He cherished this woman. Perhaps more than any other. He needed loyal, strong people around him. Not to mention, she was a major piece for his plans that would ensue after winning against the White Walkers. My Wildling princess wants to be a mother?
"Val, it would be my greatest pleasure and honor to see you birth strong heirs for me. More than anything, I desire to fill you with my seed and have you carry my essence for nine months. Yet, I'm plagued by hidden threats seeking to harm me and those I hold dear." Joffrey pressed a possessive, passionate kiss to her lips. "You're closer to my heart than Sansa, or any other woman. Your safety is paramount to me. I can't burden you with carrying my child until I have the realm firmly in my grasp."
Val didn't make a big deal out of it and simply nodded. "You've won me, and I'm your woman for life. It's natural for me to bear you strong heirs. But… It's also my duty to protect you with my life. Forgive me, I won't ask you again until you're ready."
"You did nothing wrong." Joffrey held her face with both hands and drove in with a more passionate, heated kiss. This was different from the last as he didn't stop and just ate her lips and dug in between with his tongue.
Val responded in kind and reciprocated all that attention. After listening to Joffrey, she at least felt calm in her heart. Knowing that she wasn't just some whore to Joffrey. That she held meaning in his grand life.
"May I take the… upper hand tonight?" She shyly asked, a rare emotion that she showed.
"Haha!" Joffrey laughed heartily and nodded. He quickly removed all his clothes and laid down on the bed. "I'm all yours, my wild princess."
Val grinned ear to ear and tore off her breeches, hastily removed her boots, and dived right into the bed. Landing on Joffrey, she crawled over his chest, rubbing her hot breasts on him before finally smothering his lips.
Like a hungry lioness, she ate his mouth and kissed his neck, and his nipples, before finally going down to his royal cock.
"Still standing? Quite the cock you have, Joffrey."
Joffrey folded his arms under his head and relaxed there, letting Val do whatever she wanted. "Well, of course. It's the King's cock, after all."
"Pff…" Val giggled and gripped his girth tightly. "Then let me crown this royal cock with my… lips…ummm!"
Bloody Mother and Maiden! She's one terrific woman.
Despite feeling like his soul was being sucked out of his cock, Joffrey loved every bit of it.
But only if Joffrey knew how big was his Wildling Princess' appetite. How many hours could she go on without a break?
The night was dark and full of pleasure. The day was distant, yet he already had a beauty so full of lust.
Yes, it was altered from the quote his cock sucking Red Priestess was so fond of.
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Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Ugh…" Joffrey groaned as he woke up in the morning to a knock on the door. In his arms, the beautiful blonde, perhaps the only blonde he liked, lay naked hugging him. "Who the hell is it?"
"It's me, Your Grace."
Joffrey recognized that voice and tiredly got off the bed. He put the quilt back on Val to hide her nakedness and then wore loose pants himself. Still naked from above, he went to the door and opened it. "The wine finally waned?"
With nothing but shame and self-loath, Tyrion nodded. He failed to meet Joffrey's gaze. "May I have a word with you, Your Grace? In private?"
"Lock the door." Joffrey shrugged and walked back into the room. He poured himself a glass of water and then went to sit at the bed's foot-side edge since the table and chair were covered with Kingsguard armor and accessories.
Tyrion took some steps and stood a little distance away from Joffrey, ignoring Val in the bed. Like a guilty man on trial, he had his shoulders drooping, his hands clasped in front. "I was, regrettably, too drunk to control myself, Your Grace. I humbly beg your forgiveness for the unfortunate spectacle I caused."
Joffrey didn't say anything and noisily sipped the water. He just stared at the imp before him. A man who had a brilliant mind but also plenty of shortcomings.
The silence made Tyrion feel even more ashamed. He genuinely liked this new Joffrey, for he was the only man with power and prestige to recognize his talents and efforts. The only person who knighted him, and made him a hero. The one who fought Tywin Lannister for him.
"It won't happen again, Your Gra—"
"That whore…" Joffrey voiced finally. He noticed Tyrion flinch when he called Shae a whore with disdain. "Do you think she loves you, Uncle?"
"She does, Your Gra—"
"Gold! She adores your gold, not the kind filling your coffers, but the kind you wear—shaped in the emblem of the Hand of the King." Joffrey sneered, hurling his goblet aside with a crash. "I'd wager a thousand golden dragons that the moment you're stripped of that lofty title, she'll be sniffing around for the next fool with a heavy purse and a willing cock."
Tyrion's fists clenched up, his lips shivered as he controlled his anger. "In that case, I'm not the only man who loves a whore."
Joffrey's blood boiled when Tyrion glanced at the sleeping Val for a split second. He knew it was Tyrion's habit to jab at others indirectly. "She'll birth me strong children very soon. Will your whore do the same?"
"She would."
"Hah, don't make me laugh, Uncle." Joffrey rose to his full height, towering over Tyrion with a sneer. "You know nothing! Blinded by the mere hint of romance she's dangled before you. Blinded by lust! Very well, let's settle this. I'll strip you of your position and seize all your wealth. All I demand is that you put on a display of sadness and rage before Shae. Within a week, I promise you, she'll find another rich cock to suckle."
Tyrion stepped back anxiously as Joffrey walked closer and closer to him. "Your Grace! T-This isn't something you can prov—"
"Are you frightened? Terrified that I might be right?" Joffrey sneered, his voice dripping with malice as he spun his web of deceit. Each word he uttered was a calculated step in a treacherous dance, digging a pit for Tyrion to tumble into. A trap, cruel and cunning, that would claim not just one life but two, should his plans come to fruition.
Tyrion's jaw tightened, his heart racing. "W-What if you're wrong?"
"You shall have the gold, the esteemed title of Lord Hand for life, and I'll see to it that Casterly Rock is placed firmly in your grasp!" Joffrey declared a loud proclamation that should have been spoken more lightly.
I always planned on giving you that. Let this be a lesson. Joffrey glared at him coldly.
If it was the past Joffrey, Tyrion would have scoffed. But this Joffrey, he genuinely believed him. "Then I accept this test."
"Good." Joffrey warmed up a little with a smile. "You think yourself clever, Uncle. But oh, how blind you are to the simplest of deceptions. If only... If only you hadn't been so foolishly oblivious to the truth, perhaps you wouldn't have sought comfort in the company of whores."
Tyrion frowned, his mismatched eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "I-I don't understand what you mean by that, Your Grace."
"Of course, you don't. You're not supposed to." Joffrey ignored Val's flinch in the bed. She was listening to him.
He walked over to the window and gazed towards Essos. "Once upon a time, there was a drunken septon. He married an imp and a girl with pigs as witnesses."
Tyrion's heart froze. "Tysha? Why are you bringing up that whore?"
Joffrey's jaw clenched and he looked back at Tyrion with a side-eye. "Are you sure she was a whore?"
"Jaimie had set it all up! He planned to make me a man… the outlaws and everything was a plo—"
Joffrey interrupted and dug a deeper hole for him. "Ah, Jaime Lannister, the paragon of honor, isn't that right? The man who still cowers before Grandfather. He would never lie to his dear brother on someone else's command, hmm? Tysha, a lowly whore, she must have been... Who could ever fancy a twisted Imp, eh?"
Tyrion gulped in silence. He felt his heart burning.
"Start asking questions, Uncle. A suspected whore may not always be a whore. While a lover could easily turn into a harlot in an instant." Joffrey decided to stop there. "You can go now."
Eyes wide open with a thousand questions shuffling in his head, Tyrion turned around and left Joffrey's room without saying a single word.
Forgive me, Jaime. But I must push you into a corner for you to turn against Cersei and Grandfather. Joffrey sighed and looked back at his bed. Just one more nudge and I'm sure you'll break.
"I don't know what just happened, but I have a feeling you've done something grand just now." Val sat up in the bed, her breasts saluting with the quilt sliding down the smooth pale skin of her bosom.
Joffrey proudly scoffed. "You wouldn't be wrong to say that."
"Then." Val smiled mischievously and removed the entire quilt from her body. All naked, she laid back down and spread her long legs apart, revealing her sore yet still lustful slit. "Once more before beginning the day?"
Joffrey swallowed a hot breath and stared at her beautiful, curvacious, erotic body. Her slippery cunt had drained him dry the previous night and he still felt hungry for more.
"Not today." He forced himself to refuse as it was his wedding day. "I have the Tyrells to deal with."
Val pouted and pulled the quilt tighter around herself. "Do you mean to deal with the marriage or really 'deal' with them?"
Joffrey snorted dismissively and wore his tunic over his head. "Come along and see it for yourself. You'll be thoroughly entertained, I'm sure."
This new life… This new legacy. Joffrey calmed his nerves to stay focused. For today is the day where it all began.
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