She's insane. My kind of insane.
Fingering Ygritte's wild cunt with his digits while choking her throat with the other hand worked like magic. Her vocal challenges of 'do your worst' were mere words of surrender in Joffrey's ears.
She wanted him to be rough. She wanted him to debase her. She wanted it all, and it made her scorchingly aroused. Her hips danced like a wave, back and forth, fucking herself on his fingers. Her moans were senseless hums and gasps.
Feeling her back turn from a soft, velvety sensation to a wet, sweat drenched plaything, Joffrey flexed his cock and lodged it between her thighs, right where that magnificent, inviting thighgap lay. He began humping right away, using both his fingers and his cock to tease her.
"Aaaaah… So-Soooh… you do know-ah, how to use it." Ygritte mocked him.
What was she even trying? Joffrey interpreted it as just one thing.
She wants it harder.
"Shhh… Harlots don't speak when their master is relishing." Joffrey squeezed her throat harder, his thumb and fingers digging into her skin and feeling her pipes. He physically restrained her from speaking, but at the same time still allowed her to breathe—barely.
His hips started thrusting harder, his cock now fully coated in her juices. He never probed in, merely teasing her juicy lower lips with his length. His thighs met her hips, and he pressed her further onto the wall; the claps were resounding.
He toyed with her mind completely. Slowly throwing her deeper and deeper into that pit of arousal from where returning was impossible. Her neck choked, her clit played with, her pussy lips rubbed by his constant thrusting. It was a sensory overload for the Wildling woman.
Her lithe frame was nothing when pressed between a wall and the King's sculpted body. Joffrey was no giant like Robert, but he was tall and well-built, even taller than Jaime already. Holding Ygritte was easy, her body light as a feather. Her small but round and soft asscheeks were fantastic cushions for his thrusts.
But he had had enough of teasing. He needed some reciprocal attention. And since his cock was now utterly drenched by her sinful juices, he reckoned it was time to take the next step.
"Kneel!" He commanded as he pulled out of her thigh gap. He pulled on her shoulder and turned her around, and Gods, that look on her face was simply erotic. Her flushed, pale face raced to turn as red as her unruly, red hair.
But he didn't stop. He kept her back pressed against the wall and pushed her down on her knees. His cock dangled right between her eyes, dripping with her juices and that tiny slit forming a bubble of precum.
"Pleasure your king," Joffrey commanded, pressing his cock right on her face without holding back. He was tall, so his balls slammed against her lips instead, his cock's underside slapping vertically on her face. "Suckle it."
"Oh, how original," Ygritte responded with a smirk. She was still mocking, but it felt like a defense mechanism. An excuse to hide her embarrassment, for she was truly enjoying this exchange.
Joffrey sneered and lowered himself slightly to present his length to her lips. He probed gently at first, and as soon as she opened her mouth, he rammed in with stubborn roughness. She teased him, mocked him to do his worst.
"How about this? Is this enough for you?" Joffrey shoved in deep. He felt her tight mouth widen, her cheeks puff out, and her throat made way for his invasion. He felt her tongue tightly resisting on the underside of his cock. He throbbed in her mouth, balls deep, his faint pubes scratching over her nose.
Her eyes widened, still glaring at him. Tears pooled in her eyes soon after as she choked on his magnificent shaft. He didn't release her either, as she never pushed against his thighs to be freed. Rather, she kept him deep in her throat, willingly tightening her throat muscles.
"Ugh…" Joffrey felt the insane tightness. He'd already slammed hard enough that her head was pressed back against the wall. There was nowhere for her to move, to free herself. He watched as her face turned red, her nostrils flaring up.
He really didn't want to kill her. So, he pulled back, leaving only his tip in her mouth.
"H-aah…" Ygritte panted, mockingly eyeing him up. "Is that all?"
Gods, I won't hold back anymore.
"How brave of you." Joffrey declared and roughly grabbed her messy red hair with both hands, each fist grabbing an equal amount. He was harsh and tight, making sure his grip was absolute.
Then, he spread his legs and got even closer to her face so her head was constantly pressed against the wall behind her. His purple cockhead always squeezed between her lips.
Thump!
He thrust in as if her mouth was a cunt. He bottomed out immediately, threatening to even drill his balls in her mouth. It was impossibly suffocating, but for Joffrey, it was impossibly tight. He'd never fucked someone's face this hard, but Ygritte demanded it. He reckoned a wildling whore could handle it.
"How's that?" Joffrey pulled back and pistoned back in, settling into a constant rhythm. He pressed himself hard into her throat, impossibly hard. His hands grabbing her hair kept her not only in place but also pulled her in to shove more of his meaty rod down her throat.
Ghk! Ghk!
"How's that for a cocksucking, you wildling whore!" Joffrey debased her.
Thump! Thump!
Her head was constantly slammed back into the wall. Joffrey didn't hold back at all. Back to the tip and then in to the hilt, that was the fucking he gave her. It was the perfect tempo as she got small chances to breath and then get her throat fucked.
"Enjoy it… Enjoy getting fucked by your king." Joffrey grounded himself deep and halted, grinding his hips. He wriggled himself, screwing his cock deeper into her throat, dangerously so. "Cherish this—this cock!"
"Ummmm…" Ygritte did the opposite of what Joffrey was expecting.
She wrapped her arms around Joffrey's hips and pulled him in harder. Deeper into her throat even if she coughed, gagged, and choked. Her eyes almost rolled back into her head, but she daringly kept pulling him in.
This was the defiance of a Wildling. The strangest sex of Joffrey's life. While she wanted him to fuck her, she also dared to tease and mock him. She wanted him to cross all limits.
There is no end to this. Joffrey frowned and finally pulled out of her throat. He had to physically pull back as Ygritte hugged his hips tightly. She was slender but certainly had a lot of strength in her arms.
"Enough! Let's see if your cunt is as good as that mouth." Joffrey hauled her up by her hair, still against the wall. Her face was a total mess by now, musky, watery fluids stuck to her lips and jaw, dried trails of tears covered all of her eyes.
Ygritte was panting, but she smirked and placed her arms on Joffrey's shoulders. Her eyes looking up at him, her chin proudly held high. "And how will… the King of kneelers have me?"
"However I please."
He finally released her hair and admired her nakedness for a moment. His hands slowly traced her thin neck and her visible collarbone, her skinny frame was quite noticeable. Then his spread palms reached her small, tight breasts, and he cupped them as much as he could. Despite the woman being older than himself, her tits were the size of Arya's. With barely any fluff, he toyed with her tight nipples.
"Tell me, do Wildling men not fuck their women this rough?" He asked keenly, teasing her by delaying the eventual fucking.
"Hmph!" Ygritte scoffed, lowering one hand to reach for his cock that probed on her belly. She quickly grabbed that messy, wet, sticky member and began stroking it, her thumb never failing to tickle the tip. "Wildling men fuck like beasts—quick, rough, and done before you've even caught your breath. No patience, no teasing, just a need to spend and be on their way. They don't know how to hold back, and it's over before it's even begun."
"Hah…" Joffrey smirked, his right hand finally reaching her waist and then tracing her thigh. He reached down behind her right leg and pulled it up, reckoning her slender frame and lifestyle made her quite flexible. He kept lifting her right leg until her back rested on the wall for balance. Then he raised it even higher until his arm hooked under her right knee, her leg dangling near his chest.
Her pussy lay bare, spread opened, stretched and gaping invitingly. He'd pressed her into the wall so she couldn't lean sideways. No, she stood straight with her right leg raised high, her knee pressed into her small breasts.
"Good for you, I'm a very patient man." Joffrey smiled like a devil. "Now, be a good girl and guide my cock with your little hands, would you?"
As she never stopped stroking his cock, she didn't need to be commanded to do that. By instinct, she lined his throbbing knob right at her entrance.
"D-Do… Yo—Ah!"
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