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Essos,
Daenerys Targaryen had learned her lessons. Pregnant with Joffrey's child, she still chose to complete her conquest of Slaver's Bay before returning to Westeros. The bloat on her belly had started to become visible, much to Ser Jorah's dislike.
She stood by Joffrey's words and advice. By killing all the masters, giving the slaves physical labor with wages, and maintaining public order, she calmed Meereen down from an outright rebellion against her.
Now, armed with the Unsullied and the Dothraki horde, she became the most powerful ruler in Essos. And with her three dragons, she'd become unstoppable.
After asserting her total control over Meereen and ensuring Joffrey's advice worked, she extended her focus on Yunkai and Astapor, both she'd once conquered but lost due to mismanagement.
"Ser Barristan, I want the entire Slaver's Bay blocked. From Tolos to the Astapor, I want a complete naval blockade." Daenerys briefed her commanders, her clothes now much more conservative as she didn't want her pregnant belly to be visible. "Grey Worm will ride with half of the Unsullied and half of the Dothraki to take back Yunkai. I will join with Drogon."
"I understand, Your Grace." Ser Barristan agreed right away, no longer questioning her decision to wed Joffrey or her decision to no longer conquer Westeros. After Jorah had corroborated the fact that Joffrey had fire magic, he no longer believed the young King was evil. Rather, it appeared the man was most suited to wed Daenerys.
Then there was the threat of White Walkers, which Daenerys had personally confirmed.
"What of me, Your Grace?" Ser Jorah asked.
"You will stay in Meereen and command the leftover army. We can't make the same mistakes as in the past and lose what we've conquered while chasing a new goal. This time, I want the whole of Slaver's Bay under my united rule," she commanded, though noticing disappointment in Ser Jorah's eyes. "I need trustworthy advisors, Ser Jorah. And I spoke with Joffrey–he agrees to pardon you in light of your impeccable service to me."
Yes, Daenerys knew Jorah was a spy who worked for Varys, who died right before her eyes when Joffrey stabbed his heart. But she didn't want to lose a trustworthy man like Jorah. Not now, at least. His distant fate was going to be decided by his actions now.
"I…" Jorah wanted nothing more than to go back home. "Rest assured, Your Grace. I'll hold Meereen for you."
With that, Daenerys moved ahead with the plan.
It was not a long campaign, as Astapor and Yunkai had already been conquered once before. With Dragons to rain down fire from the sky, war became child's play. Fighting humans was as simple as a single roar from the flying beasts.
Yunkai fell easily. Although it was well protected, it was nothing for a Dragon. Daenerys made an opening for her armies to enter the city and butcher every single man holding a spear. This time, she didn't bother discussing matters with the slave masters. Every power-holder was killed openly.
Leaving Ser Barristan to manage Yunkai, Daenerys continued to Astapor and eventually won it, too. This time, she left Grey Worm to manage the city.
This was the trick. She needed trustworthy, competent men to hold the cities for her and rule them in her name. To administer her laws and will.
After reconquering, all she had to do was assert her rule and bring stability to it.
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The Lords and Ladies of Westeros weren't so easy to handle. As Joffrey had expected, despite the existential threat, some refused to send their men or contribute gold to the cause. And as planned, those lords disappeared in the middle of the night.
A few Lords didn't give enough, trying to be frugal. To them, Joffrey threatened to never support them when they faced any crisis. His threats worked well on the nobles of the West Coast, as the Ironborn remained a big threat. The only large region that needed more convincing was Dorne, as it sat far to the South.
To them, Joffrey made it clear that if they don't help, they can consider themselves not a part of the Seven Kingdoms. On the surface, Dorne was delighted to agree. But that would mean making an enemy out of the rest of the 5 Kingdoms and facing economic blockade in the seas.
The Martells might not care, but the rest of the Lords depended on the rest of the Kingdoms for trade and other things.
In the end, Joffrey secured enough gold and more to repay all the loans the Crown owed to the Iron Bank. Then, Joffrey invested more in the Crown's naval fleet, wanting to make it the world's greatest and largest naval fleet.
His plans were long-term. After the war, he wanted to guide Westeros to conquer some of Essos. Slowly, of course.
By the 7th day after Joffrey's showcase of the Wraith, the Great Gathering of the Lords finally came to an end.
He avoided finding Catelyn during that time, worried there might be spies all around. He did spend time with Sansa, however, and to his delight, she was with his babe. A few more times, he bedded the two sisters together, preparing for the final foursome.
But he didn't know a surprise was waiting for him as he headed to his own bedchamber to change his clothes and retire to bed.
"What is she doing here?" Joffrey asked, finding the red-haired, wildling woman beside Val. Val was to guard his door that night.
"My good friend here wishes to speak with you… alone." Val flashed Joffrey a knowing smile. "I trust you'll grant her a moment."
Hearing that, Joffrey gave Ygritte a good look. He didn't find her that attractive in truth. Her face was round, her teeth were white but crooked, and she had a pug nose. She did have pretty blue-grey eyes. Her most exciting feature was her thick, bushy, curly, bright red hair. He'd never seen red hair that bright. She was no conventional beauty, but there was no denying that…
I'd fuck her. Joffrey thought and nodded.
"Of course." He opened the door to his bedchamber and gestured for Ygritte to walk in. "You're my guest, after all."
Just as Joffrey followed Ygritte in, Val shifted closer and whispered in his ears. "Don't hold back."
Now, those three words.
They excited him to no end. He usually went easy during his first sexual exchange with women. But if Ygritte wanted him to go rough.
I'll savor this night.
"You own her."
Those three extra words of a whisper from Val made Joffrey a little amused. Freefolks were so vocal about having no lord, and yet Ygritte wanted him to be… dominating?
Clack!
He locked the door after entering and looked at Ygritte walk into the room. He didn't expect much from her body. She looked too slender, with almost no curves. She wore simple southern clothes that mostly men wore: tight breeches and a loose tunic. Her ass, while noticeable and round, wasn't much compared to even Sansa before Joanna was born.
Heck, even her height was shorter than Val, who herself was almost a head shorter than him.
Alright, I'll bend you around.
Showing some courtesy to a woman whose brains he was about to fuck, he poured two cups of wine. He passed her one and sipped on another. "What can I do for you?"
Ygritte took the cup of wine and downed it all in one go. "Your worst."
"What?" Joffrey frowned.
"I said, do your worst. I heard from Val how you claimed her, defeated her." Ygritte looked straight into Joffrey's eyes, not a hint of shame or hesitation on her face. "Let me see you try. Try claiming me."
A wildling through and through. Even fucking is a competition.
"Do you even grasp what you're saying? A lamb, walking up to a lion of its own accord—how quaint." Joffrey downed his wine and tossed the cup aside without care. He stepped closer, amusement flickering, knowing that behind her was a wall. "Tell me, do you truly believe you can handle me?"
"Hah, big words from a small mouth." Ygritte chortled in mockery. "You won't last a—"
Joffrey suddenly shifted closer to her, his chest pressed against hers. His one hand wrapped around her waist, and the other combed through her bright red hair behind the back of her head. He gripped her hair in a fist full and yanked her head back, raising her chin high so he could have a better look at her face.
"Aye, I'll enjoy ruining this face," he declared and sloppily left a long, licking trail of spit from her neck to her jaw and then her right cheek. "Freshly bathed. You came prepared?"
Ygritte felt a little amused by the sudden change of attitude. All this time, she'd only seen Joffrey act majestically. The way he grabbed her hair and locked her, that degrading look, she felt excited, her heartbeat proof. No Wildling man had ever done this to her before. No wildling man ever came close to dominating her like this, not without getting a kick to his balls.
But this was different.
This was deep within the enemy territory. Hitting him meant death.
Truly, she did feel like a lamb in a lion's den. And she'd come there willingly, excitedly.
"Just words. Go on then, kneeler king, show me your worst."
"Hah." Joffrey chuckled and gripped harder on her hair, on the verge of hurting. His other hand moved back from her waist and choked her neck gently. "Acting high and mighty while desiring to be my submissive whore? Hoping that I'll dominate you? Claim your cunt while degrading your existence? Is that right?"
"Ugh…" Ygritte bared her teeth as if in anger. But as she felt Joffrey's hold on her neck tighten, she lost herself to pleasure. This was it. This was the idea of what an ideal man was to her: a man who could claim her and dominate her physically and mentally. "I… said… do… your worst!"
Joffrey smiled with satisfaction. This was her way of giving him a go.
I like her already.
"Hmm… I will…" Joffrey licked her face again, this time from her tightly pressed lips to her eye. "I'll claim your cunt and bend you in ways you've never felt before. But first…"
He brought his face closer to hers and then extended the full length of his tongue out.
"Suckle it. Show me you can use those darn lips."
Ygritte frowned. This was a kiss, a more sloppy and humiliating way, rather. But she remembered only one other guy who'd kissed her while trying to fuck her, and he was dead. All Wildling men were only about fucking a woman from behind and leaving as soon as done.
This was… exciting and humiliating at the same time.
"I said, suckle it!" Joffrey's grip on her hair and neck both grew harder.
Ygritte relented and parted her lips, taking his boneless, silken tongue in her mouth. That instantly turned into a heated kiss, and Joffrey used his grip to smash her lips onto his. Wild, their tongues danced in no shame, exchanging all that warm dribble.
She'd never experienced anything like this before.
She loved it.
"Ummmh…" She moaned and exhaled on his face. Her one hand rubbed over his chest, feeling his muscles, and her other hand viciously rubbed and squeezed his shaft.
Joffrey liked her willingness and tested the limits. He choked her harder and pulled her hair even more. He knew this would hurt. But…
Not a flinch.
Ygritte took all his rough-handedness with even more heated kisses. She swept his mouth with greedy swirls as if inviting him to fuck her already.
"Enough." He pulled his face back and stepped away. He began removing his clothes quickly. "Disrobe. All of it!"
Joffrey was quick and, once naked, stood there to watch her take off that tunic and tight breeches. As he'd expected, her tits were pitifully small, almost a handful with small cherry-tips. But what stood out was how toned she looked. Every inch of her body was crafted like a warrior, slender but muscular. Her long waist was a highlight, and as she fully lowered her breeches, her long legs were stimulating.
To his delight, she'd taken care of the hair between there, likely Val's gift.
"Turn around."
Joffrey watched her rear and agreed with his evaluation. Ygritte was a true spearwife who'd fought all her life. Even her back was toned with hints of muscles. But he was also wrong as she did have a round, soft bottom, shapely even since she probably walked and climbed mountains a lot.
Not that bad.
Although he still preferred Val, he felt Ygritte's personality made up for it.
Ygritte felt utterly drenched in need. She could feel his eyes on her body, and she felt like a thrall on a show stage. But to her, it was thrilling.
"Ah!"
She felt Joffrey wrap his arm around her throat again and press his hardened shaft on her ass. She gulped and tried to look back, but his grip hardened. His other hand felt her tits, small but enough to fondle.
"Oh!" She moaned as his rough hands clenched her breast hard and then pinched the tips like she were a plaything.
"Already drenched? Such a whore."
She felt more excited by his words. His fingers had already reached between her legs and massaged her damp entrance. She truly was ready for a cock… a big fat cock, and a rough pounding.
And finally, his middle finger curved and dipped in her slick fold.
"Aaaaah!"
He added a second finger from the get-go, stretching her like a warning to what was to come. And she could feel it between her asscheeks. His sizable cock throbbing.
"You asked for this. Remember that."
"Heh." Ygritte chuckled, and despite her choked throat, she spoke. "Do yo-oh worshht…"
She's insane. My kind of insane.
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