"Joffrey…" Arya reacted immediately, eyes wide open but her face a little flushed. She looked at naked Sansa and then back at naked Joffrey, his cock dangling like a hunter on the hunt. "I… I…"
"Shhh…" Joffrey shifted and got between her legs, looming over her short but warrior-like toned frame. Using her moment of speechlessness, he weighed down flat on her body, his hands taking the liberty to go underneath her nightgown and fondle her perky tight tits.
His face constantly came closer to hers and finally, he landed a kiss. He had already fucked Arya that day in the afternoon, so this was a mere recollection of what he'd already done.
"Umm…" Arya tried to speak but Joffrey's pushing tongue made her swallow those words. It was intense, rough, and controlling, sweeping between her lips and tugging against her own tongue.
Joffrey wriggled his legs and quickly made himself some space between Arya's legs, spreading her thighs apart so he could mount her cunt with his virile length. He throbbed, achingly so to speak. He intently pushed and rubbed his cock on her entrance while warming up her lips.
By then his hands had also pushed up her gown around her neck, leaving her mostly bare for him to savor.
Now, where Sansa was somewhere between a slender beauty and a voluptuous Catelyn, Arya was a tight warrior girl who trained her whole life and built muscles in all the right places. She didn't have much breasts to feast on, and her ass was rather on the firmer side, albeit shapely and round.
But what set Arya apart from the rest was her cunt. A cunt worth being addicted to. Where Sansa was akin to a hard squeeze of a fist, Arya was like a tight, snug-fit glove, and Joffrey achingly chased that sensation.
"Aaaah! Joffrey!" Arya moaned his name.
Joffrey stretched through her soaked flower and gently probed, long and hard, constant push to go deeper and deeper inside her warm cunt. He felt Arya buck beneath him, and pull her body up to ease the constant stretch inside. But with her legs spread around Joffrey and his weight, she just felt him sheath himself slowly.
"Ooooh!" Arya moaned the second she felt her lips go free.
Joffrey buried his face beside her ear and started to thrust in and out of her mind-numbing tightness. He loved every moment of being inside Arya and one day hoped to spill inside too. But not until he had his throne fully secured.
"Ah, aaaah…" Arya moaned into the air, eyes shut and her chin raised, jolting even higher as if matching his deep but gentle pumps. Feeling his body so warmly embracing her made it all the more arousing, his muscled arms melted her as they slid underneath her neck and hugged her there.
His lips constantly nibbled on her earlobe, turning it from animalistic fucking to almost romantic love-making. She'd never slept like this with Joffrey before. So intimately and so intensely. Let alone in front of Sansa.
It shamed her but…
"Gods! Ooooh, yesss!" It was an involuntary moan. She couldn't help it when he struck so deep.
Gods, she's tight! Joffrey lost himself to the pleasure. I won't last too long.
That ethereal sensation of being balls deep inside her cozy walls. He felt like he could stay there all night, buried in her till the sunrise. But he had to move so he maintained that slow, gentle, but deep pump, knowing his cockhead struck the deepest part of her cunt. He didn't try too hard though as teasing her cervix too much could be painful.
He shut his eyes and breathed into her ear, his teeth grinding on her earlobe. He felt her body squirm at times, likely her climaxes. It was always too easy to make Arya cum and he loved that.
"You…" He whispered into her ear, his lips so close that she could feel the wetness of his breath. It tickled her and aroused at the same time. "You… should have been some lord's girl at this age. But here you are… milking the king's cock."
"Ooooh…" Arya moaned. She wasn't someone who liked humiliation, nor was it her kink. But Joffrey's words made her feel how possessive he was about her. Somewhere in her heart, his obsession validated her decision to stay at the Red Keep and follow the King. To let him spread her legs and enter her whenever he desired.
"You like it?" He whispered more, making his pounding thrusts slightly more intense. He pulled his hips back and rammed in, devouring that warm, tight clench of her walls with delight. "You love this?"
"Ummmhmm… Mmm… Yess~"
Joffrey felt even more greedy, wondering how far he could take this. So, he picked up the pace while mumbling more questionable things into her ear.
"What will you do, Arya? Mine shall be the only cock you'll ever know."
Arya wrapped her arms around his neck in response, pulling him harder into herself. She also locked her legs around his waist and pulled him down.
Joffrey thrust hard with full strength this time.
"Ah!" Arya moaned. "Yes!"
Joffrey smirked and added more words. "Careful. If you continue, I might make your womb swell."
"Oooooh!" Arya, as if longing for that exact thing, gyrated her slender frame under him, milking his cock in the true sense. She masterfully controlled the muscles of her cunt and wrung him.
Merely hearing his words made Arya climax hard on his shaft, drooling out her hot juices, allowing him to pump and squeeze out every drop as his cock fit so perfectly inside.
"Sansa." Joffrey suddenly shifted and sat back on his knees, still balls deep in Arya, fucking her with every jolt of the bed. Like waves, he moved back and forth, in and out of her hot sheath, till the tip and then balls deep.
Arya watched him drill in, his chest sweaty and his golden hair drenched too. As if in a trance, she gripped the bedsheets and watched him lift her by her ass, and pull her cunt closer to himself for a better position. Every pull and prod made her hold her breath, every thrust could be felt traveling inside her tight tunnel.
"Sansa, sit on Arya's face, would you?" Joffrey suddenly demanded the final push. To get the girls touching each other. "Let her taste some of my spill."
Arya didn't seem to hear what he just said, lost in pleasure.
Sansa, ever so submissive, stood up, straddled Arya's face with her knees, and lowered her sopping, frothy, sore pussy. She felt Arya's lips react as if she woke up from the fucking.
"Oh!" Sansa moaned. She'd never cleaned herself after Joffrey came inside her. And it was the right decision, she felt. "Aaaah…!"
Shameful yet sinful. Exciting and arousing at the same time. Sansa unknowingly began rocking her hips on Arya's lips. She would have stopped if she'd felt Arya's hands pushing her away, but that never happened.
"Use the tongue, Arya," Joffrey ordered, lifting Arya by her ass a little higher so her hips were arched upward, her belly curved. Her legs dangled with his thrusts, but by arching her, Joffrey got closer to Sansa.
Sansa quickly landed her hands on Joffrey's shoulders and kissed him. Thankfully, she'd already drank water and rinsed her mouth, giving the King what he demanded.
The trigon of sin and pleasure formed on that bed. Joffrey fucked Arya and Sansa fucked herself on Arya's mouth.
"Ummm!" Sansa cried, too aroused.
"Lie beside Arya!" Joffrey ordered. "Spread your legs and be ready… Only inside you… remember?"
"Yes, my love!" Sansa quickly shifted off Arya's face and leaving no space, she laid down right beside Arya, both girls shoulder to shoulder.
Joffrey hastened his pumps and for the nth time and made Arya come. He'd forgotten how many times she'd throbbed, convulsed, and came on his cock. She was already so tight and soaking wet that her tightening spasms went unnoticed.
All he knew was that he'd fucked Arya good, to an almost dreamy state that night. She moaned and watched Joffrey pump inside. Her legs tried to lock around his waist as if to keep him in but he refused, never allowing her that.
"Ugh! Too bad…" Joffrey felt the itch rise and quickly changed slit, shifting to the left on his knees and instantly embracing the warmth of a slightly less tight but all the same warm, erotic walls of Sansa.
He shifted gears and went harder, ramming in deep in those known depths. He'd bedded Sansa a lot more than Arya so he felt comfortable going rough. Completely leaning into her, he almost folded her body like a box, his fingers sunken under her thighs, her knees pressed onto her breasts while he drilled down in that hot rosy slit, swollen from all that battering seeding.
He thrashed her pussy down like he owned it, which he did. His first woman of sorts, a bride without any vows. His northern bride that was once promised to Robert Baratheon.
His hot, northern cunt, only for his pleasure.
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