"That's enough." Joffrey stopped as he felt close. "Remember what I promised, Sansa. Yet I see no sign of a babe."
Sansa smiled, her face an utter mess. Of course, she loved being bred by her King. It was the proof and sign of his love for her, and a reminder of how important she was to him.
"Please, have me."
"Turn around, on your knees, I'll remain standing," Joffrey ordered her and guided her into the position. He made her go on her knees right at the bed's edge, her knees spread, her feet spilling over the edge, and her pussy bare for him to slide into.
It was all planned so that Joffrey could watch Arya while thrusting into Sansa. Not to mention, Sansa had grown a beautiful, soft rump, one any man would kill to thrust into.
The light was dim, but he could see her rosy slit's glistening, dripping juices. She was ready, and more, willing to take his virile seed inside.
Pa!
Joffrey slapped on her round asscheeks one at a time. The way they jiggled intoxicated him in thirst. He grabbed his cock and slapped all over her entrance, time and time again, loud and wet slaps.
"Mmmm… J-Just… take me, Joffrey!" Sansa moaned, her back arched so perfectly. Knowing what her King liked, instead of keeping herself raised on her elbow, she'd taken a pillow and slammed her face on it, her arms spread. Her ass propped out even more thanks to that.
She's awake. Joffrey finally noticed Arya's legs squeezing together rather intensely.
"Don't hold back, my Sansa."
Joffrey aligned himself at her drenched entrance, his spread palms sinking in her asscheeks. He first teased with his throbbing cockhead, and then like an arrow off the bow, he bottomed out in one lone thrust.
"Aaaaaah!" Sansa moaned at the top of her lungs.
Hard, intense, and loud, he jammed himself hilt deep and stayed there, feeling the throbs of her pussy walls clenching and relaxing, shocked by the sudden invasion. Her fertile depth felt so heavenly that he felt like staying there forever.
Being the one to claim and being the only man to ever enter her, her cunt seemed as if perfectly etched for him. Every single bump and fold of her erotic muscles was like a known road. Smooth, silky, wet, and meant to please him.
"Oh, Sansa, my dear. You have ruined all cunts for me," Joffrey praised her loudly and gifted her the perfect rhythm, fucking her hard and fast. To his delight, Sansa rolled her hips against him, responding to his gifts.
"Harder!" Sansa, for the first time, desired more. "More, please… Joffrey!"
Joffrey slammed himself hilt deep again, his thighs struck against hers and his royal jewels teasingly dangled against her clit. The pace was automatic, producing musky scents, drenched, squelching sounds, and those beautiful claps of their flesh.
"I have a gift for you, Sansa." Joffrey suddenly voiced and his hands started kneading her asscheeks. He never stopped thrusting, however. By then his hips moved on their own, only fucking her with half of his fat cock.
No, his focus was now on her other entrance. That little, star-shaped hole. With her on her knees, ass jutted out to him, the view was direct and beautiful. He'd never truly explored her backhole but he appreciated it looking so perfect and sightly. Stretched skin and the rim matching her pale skin.
"Mmmm…" Joffrey opened his mouth and spat right at her back hole. Then his right thumb smudged his spit all over her never-explored entrance.
"Hmm?" Sansa tried to turn her head and look. She felt his finger prodding her back hole, ticklish and somehow erotic. She knew that some men also liked to thrust in there, but she had never thought it'd become a reality for her too.
"Worry not, Sansa." Joffrey tried to calm her. "I won't be thrusting my cock in here tonight. But I should start training you, don't you think? Now, relax yourself."
Sansa nodded and slammed her face into the pillow, biting her lips, and preparing herself for the probe.
Joffrey loved her willingness. He grabbed the little plug he had fetched from his tunic's pocket lying on the floor. It was polished and wooden, with a shining red jewel at the handle. It wasn't thick, barely half of his girth. But it was enough to train her.
"Relax, Sansa." He rubbed the cork-like tool he'd made. It was slightly pointy at the tip and grew in girth further back, eventually leaving a handle. It had no sharp edges, and since it worked on Cersei in the past, Joffrey pushed it in.
"Oooooh!" Sansa gasped for breath. It felt so strange, so full. She felt stretched back there and her instinct was to clench hard, but the thing remained stuck there, refusing to let her feel that ease of being free.
She panted, even more aroused and sensitive as she felt Joffrey's cock better. The thing he'd probed her with stretched her backhole walls, and his cock stretched her pussy.
"Gods!" Sansa cried, her delicate fingers clenched on the sheets. "Yes, yes! So… I feel so good, Joffrey… My love!"
Pa!
Joffrey slapped her ass nonstop after that, turning her northern, snow-like skin a shade of red. His handprint left marks and she moaned to each one.
"Ah, oh, yes, yes… I'm…!"
Sansa bucked, her hips jolted back and forth. Her pussy clenched a thousand times, the spasms were endless. Her breath hitched, and her eyes went teary at the strange sensations. The release felt so much more than usual, a new type of climax. Full, stretched, his hammering cock threatening her womb with each thrust.
"Aaaaah!"
The explosion inside her cunt left her quivering in spent energy. The sloshing juices erupted with ecstasy, warm and full of her desire. It seemingly made Joffrey even harder and his pounding intensified.
He raised himself on his toes and pumped down into her cunt, the bedding padding his deep plunges. He already knew Arya was awake so he didn't bother going slow. The bed jolted harder than anything, and he felt on edge.
"Gaaaah! Take it! Take it in your womb!" Joffrey bellowed and almost fell on her warm back, his cock continuously diving deep inside. In and out, his long shaft used and abused her creamy aid, the musky mixture of their fluids the best lubricant.
Sansa, too sore, took all his rough fucking with endless moans.
"Give me… Give me babes…" Joffrey finally felt that last step beyond the edge. He bucked within her, cock striking her cervix and staying there. All of his glorious length vanished inside her reddened cunt.
He flooded her with creamy hot eruptions, spilling strings and strings of seeds right at the entrance to her fertile depth. The convulsions were never-ending, the bliss was almost agonizing, making his knees weak and all his body weight squeezed into her tight hole.
"Mmmm… I can feel it, Joff…" Sansa murmured, gyrating her hips. She felt his warm spill and his softening cock. She took it as her prize, her true worth, her true value. She was Joffrey's woman and…
She glanced at Arya, the girl already rubbing her cunt with one arm under the quilt. Sansa smirked despite feeling his cock still churning out her juices. She felt comfortable and assured that Arya was just a tight cunt, a plaything. It was she who truly mattered to King Joffrey. It was she who was allowed to birth him heirs.
Tired from the exertion, Joffrey finally climbed the bed and sat against the headboard. It didn't need words for Sansa to understand her job, as she quickly crawled between his spread legs and rammed her mouth on his spent length. He'd turn flaccid, but it was now her duty to wake him up again.
Joffrey used that time to relax and prepare himself for the next goal. Only Sansa was aware of the deal to include Arya. For Arya, things were going to be more shocking at first. While he wanted the two girls to go ahead and start kissing and lapping each other's cunts, he knew that wasn't realistically possible.
Not for now, at least.
Time passed and Sansa worshiped his cock back to life. She licked him from all sides and popped his balls in her mouth one after the other. She stroked him, deepthroated him until his veins bulged again and his cockhead throbbed for some more action.
"Let's continue, Sansa." Joffrey pushed her face away from his cock. Once she looked up at him, he winked.
Sansa inhaled a deep breath and sat back. "I'm still too sore, Joffrey. I don't think I can."
Joffrey sighed and shifted in the bed towards the middle. He had seen Arya flinch and stop touching herself beneath the sheets.
"Then I guess…" He got even closer to Arya and with a quick grab, he threw away the quilt covering her.
As expected, Arya had her nightgown hiked up to her midriff, leaving her slender legs and juicy cunt naked and easy to reach for her fingers. Surprisingly, she wore no smallclothes either, good for him, Joffrey reckoned.
"Oh?" Joffrey acted shocked at the sight of her sopping cunt.
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