章 31: Chapter 29 - Divide And Conquer V
Using his hands, Joffrey tried to feel what was happening. But before anything made sense, he felt the hotness of her maternal petals drown him in sinful pleasure. A moment later, he realized—Cersei had rested one leg on the terrace edge wall beside his shoulder, while her parted pussy impaled itself on his length.
Are you seeing this, Jaime? Joffrey wondered, controlling his hands from holding the woman. His body was reacting against his will this time, as he couldn't see anything. He wanted to feel her warmth, the softness of her breasts, but he held back as much as possible.
"Oooh! Sooo… sooo big, my love!" Cersei moaned, her pussy clamping down around him.
She felt every single bump of his veins, the edge of his cockhead teasing her depths. She tightened herself to feel more of him—the sensation of fullness was a pure delight.
A show of her flexibility and her body's prime condition, she fucked herself on her son's cock, one leg up, another aiding her standing state. Her both hands locked around his neck at the same time, her bouncing tits pressed on his clothed chest.
Her hips moved desperately, hoping she would get a primal reaction from him. She wanted him to crave her the same way, with hunger and lust. By then, he would submit to her, body and mind.
"T-Tongue… Ah… let me taste you… my King!"
Joffrey loosened his lips and let her slither in, draining him of his spit as if it were the finest wine she had ever tasted.
"Ummmm… mmmm~" She moaned long and loud, her quivering pussy leaking the sounds of wild pounding. The wet claps filled the terrace and the room completely. "Yess…!"
Joffrey noticed her pussy squeezing him more than before and sudden waves of convulsions arising. He let her be and fuck herself till completion, her juices drizzling out like a sprinkle of taboo love.
"J-Joffrey!" Cersei still didn't appear satisfied, however. She lowered her leg and stepped back, pushing Joffrey down by his shoulders and making him sit on the carpeted floor, his back still against the wall, the blindfold still on.
"Yes, right there!" She straddled his legs and impaled herself yet again, relishing her son's sizable phallus. With more ease, she jumped up and down on her knees, clapping on his thighs in her senseless, self-served plunder. "Umm…"
She kissed his lips, his forehead, his cheeks, everything she could find in a dry spot. Her spit almost covered all of his face by the end as itches of his own release started to rise. Her hands caught his, pulling them to slide up her curving waist, almost reaching her jiggling, ample breasts.
Joffrey was tempted. Only the gods knew how he bit his own tongue to stop himself from thrusting up, his face red from holding in such lust, spurred on by the bliss he was feeling. But he 'awkwardly' pulled his hands down, clenching them on the floor to his sides as his blindfolded face looked away from the lewd sounds she was making.
Cersei saw his reluctance as nothing more than a shy gesture from a naive boy, like a youngling holding the hand of his beloved for the first time. His 'blushing' expression may look shy, but his virile cock was honest enough for her.
And now his body reacted with quivers of pleasure. Cersei felt them too, and that made her ground herself back and forth on his cock, "Yes~ Don't worry sweetling… This is your love for me… fill me, Jo—ooohf!"
The entire time, Joffrey never held her body. His hands remained dangling on the side, visibly clenched. His blindfold, however, came off slightly due to Cersei's bouncing hills, hitting him right in the face.
I see you! Joffrey saw Jaime's hidden gaze in the cupboard he suspected. The moonlight was falling in there too, and he noticed something watery inside, something gleaming, like a single droplet. Are you crying for your whore of a sister?
"Ah, ah, oh yesss~ Seven hells! I love you, my sweet, sweet boy! My baby! My lover! My dearest—aaaah!"
I can't… hold. Joffrey felt his lips and throat go inhumanly dry from that, his breath choppy despite only Cersei doing the work. Thankfully, he sensed the crossing of the final moment, and the guilty ecstasy rose from deep within.
"Oh yess~ There it is… fill me, my lion! Pour all your seeds into your mother! Aaaah… this is the proof of our love… this is…"
Joffrey, expressionless, thoughtless, felt the molten sensation of release. His thick guilt-filled nectar was milked out by Cersei's constant grounds, her tight pussy clenching hard.
His body moved without his control, his cock and hips shoving up a few thrusts to empty the load completely. It felt disgusting, experiencing the warmth of his cream locked in the warmth of his mother's pussy.
This is worse than the Targaryens.
"Ooooh…!" Cersei finally came once again just from the delight of having his seed in her, flowing, spilling out in thick rivers of milky white. She fell forward on his shoulder, kissing his skin as she throbbed on his lap for quite a few moments.
"Mm… Thank you, my King." She whispered close to his ear. "This was the greatest gift… of my life… ah."
She took off Joffrey's blindfold herself, forcing him to look at her and his state. She forced him to look down at his cock still planted inside, slowly growing smaller and slipping out. She made him lock eyes with her and see how ruined her mascara was and how messy her hair had become.
"I love you, Joff."
Joffrey averted his gaze and moved, standing up while keeping Cersei in his arms. In a princess carry, he placed her on her bed and then moved away. But not before noticing his leaking pearly-white nectar from her maternal depth.
This is my own fucking mother. He cursed in the heart. Why didn't she die after birthing me?
"Rest here tonight, my love." She invited him.
Joffrey just shook his head. His teeth clenched, his eyes reddened. He could feel someone's sharp gaze on him, from a corner that was unnoticed by Cersei yet. "I… I must leave, Mother… I must…"
And to seal the deal, let's shed a few tears.
Turning his eyes watery, Joffrey stood there watching Cersei relaxing in the bed with no care. A drop or two of tears finally slid down his cheek, and that was his cue. He turned around, grabbed his clothes quickly to wear, and headed to the door.
"L-Let's sto…" Joffrey froze mid-speech. "Good night, M-mother…"
"Sweet dreams, Joff," she mewed from the bed.
Thud!
Joffrey walked out of the door at last, slamming it shut behind him. There, Sandor still stood alone, smirking as Joffrey walked out. He didn't say anything and followed his King.
"You can say it," Joffrey blurted, rubbing his hair and forehead, feeling a headache.
Sandor didn't like to meddle in anyone's personal matters, but he rather liked this young King. "Why stoop so low?"
"Hah," Joffrey chuckled, self-deprecatingly. "That's the only language they understand, Ser Clegane. To clean filth, you first have to dip your hands in it."
"Cock…"
"In this case, yes," Joffrey annoyedly replied and patted the big knight on the back of his shoulder. "But with this settled, I have great information for you. It seems your revenge isn't too far away… but you'll have to share it with another."
"Martells?" Sandor guessed that easily.
Joffrey just smiled, arriving in front of his personal bedchamber. "About time, don't you think?"
Clegane just nodded and grunted in reply, clenching the hilt of his sword.
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Why? Why? Why, why, why? Cersei, how could you do this to my son? Our son!
Jaime Lannister, perfectly hidden inside the sizable cupboard in the queen mother's room, watched everything go on from beginning to end. He felt suffocated and mentally strained, his silent tears welling up.
He was suffering, couldn't you see that? He felt pained after watching Joffrey's expressions and body language. He didn't want this.
Creak!
The Lion of Lannister stepped out of the cupboard at last, stepping closer to Cersei's bed. The woman was asleep, and the room was silent. But his hand on the sword's hilt rang with a metal clank.
"J-Jaime?!" Cersei's eyes shot open, only to go gentle the next moment. Still naked, she smiled invitingly. "You need me to hel—"
Yet Jaime unsheathed the blade and pointed the tip at his sister, his lover's throat. Even more tears welled up in his eyes.
"W-Why, Cersei? Why?"
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