He pulled out of her sopping cunt and threw her sideways. Then, he grabbed one ankle and fully made her lie on her back. She certainly felt a sting as her ass settled on the floor, but he gave her no time and settled between her legs. His shaft reentered her cunt with unmatched speed, filling her up even deeper in that position.
Before, she felt it against her cervix, but now it felt as if he was about to pierce through and plunge into her womb. It felt like a burn, and as she raised her head to look at her belly, she noticed the thing.
For the first time, as Joffrey scooted closer and folded her thighs up until her knees stuck to her breasts, she saw him drilling into her peachy red pussy. Oh, that length, oh that frothy mess, it haunted her with delight. How that thing could vanish in her pussy was a mystery, but she did see a bump travel up and down her belly.
"Ummmmgh!" She couldn't hold the moans anymore. Were they even moans?
A moment later, she was fully under his control, legs wrapped around his waist as he drove in with mindless intensity. Pile-driving into her core, he held nothing back and gave the loudest music to her ears yet, the constant slaps of their flesh.
Joffrey smirked as he watched her scrunched face. He kept pushing her legs into her, folding her slender, flexible body like a mere toy to break. The King thoroughly savored her wildling pussy and she gave it to him willingly.
But more than anything, she couldn't stop looking at his face. How he gritted his teeth, how he combed his fingers through his shoulder-length hair to push it back.
She gulped. She hated herself for those thoughts. Yes, he was devilishly handsome, and it annoyed her. He was the King of seven fucking kingdoms with the sexual prowess of a god. Knowing all that, being pounded by him did seem like a privilege.
She hated herself for thinking that. For surrendering like that. She was a fucking free woman! How could she—
"You!" Joffrey voiced suddenly, and while keeping an insane pressure between her legs, folding her, he reached for her throat again.
He squeezed her throat like a mere twig between his calloused palm. The chokehold was strong but easy enough to keep her awake.
"Say it! Say you love getting fucked senselessly by your king!" He demanded, while maintaining the endless impacts of his shaft.
"Mmmm…"
"Say it!"
Pa!
This time, Joffrey slapped her face, right on the cheek. He released her throat and kept patting her cheeks mercilessly until she turned as red as her ass.
"Say it!"
"Yesssss~ Yessss!" Ygritte didn't know what came over her. She stretched one hand between her legs and began playing with her clit. She stared dreamily at Joffrey's face and smirked. "I do! I love it!"
"Love what? From whom?"
"Getting fucked! By my King!" She surrendered.
Pa!
Joffrey slapped again. "And you love getting slapped by your king."
"I do, I do, I doooo-oooooh!"
"And…" Joffrey sneered a grin. "You love getting spat on, toyed like a whore by your king!"
Her hand moved on her clitoris like an unstoppable machine. She raised her own hips higher by the strength of her mere muscles. She gave him more space to thrust in and ruin her cunt.
"I love being… Yooou-re toy!"
So, Joffrey spat on Ygritte's face, close to her nose.
"Then clean that damn filth off your face." He commanded and leaned forward on her. He suckled her breasts while letting her wipe her face clean.
It was such an erotic position, her legs tight around him, her heels digging on his back. Her tits were small but the nipples were sizable, so he bit on them roughly, thrashing them between his teeth and tongue. She arched her chest up in response, but he responded with a harder, rough thrust.
Her pussy was no longer that tight for him as she'd climaxed too many times. The extreme lubrication made it too easy to glide in and out, and he reckoned it was time he ended it. He'd been fucking her for hours by now.
Then, he did something she never expected. He loomed over her, covering her body completely under his weight. He folded her like paper, his muscled arms spreading wide under her knees and then pushing her legs up and apart, making her toes almost reach the side of her ears.
She'd never been stretched and folded like this before. This was utter insanity, how he played with her living, breathing body. Her puffy, swollen pussy was now even more spread apart, presented higher for his plundering.
He did just that while his face hovered above her. His furious blue eyes stared down at her barely open ones. Drops of sweat dripped from the tip of his nose to her lips, now her face clean again.
"Yesssss! Yes, yes, yes…. Oooooh!" Her mind, numb and on the edge of insanity, rested on the brink of explosion. "F-Fuck… Fuck me… Fuck your wildling whore… Ruin me! Give me that cock! Harder!"
Joffrey chuckled even when tired and panting on her like a working bull. "What else am I doing, you little, twig-like thing. T-This cunt… I own it now… I own this tight body of yours…"
He fully pressed down on her body, her ankles now right beside her head. She hugged his neck too, and he grinned at her willingness despite his rough actions and words.
"Y-You're… Ah! A vile beast!" Ygritte groaned.
Joffrey scoffed and lowered his lips closer to hers. His final move to claim her. "And what does that make you? Huh? A wild, savage whore?"
"Yessss!" Ygritte roared and pulled his face down.
Their lips matched, and the kiss ensued. Joffrey stopped controlling himself and let that tickling release surge forward. In the meantime, he relished her hot tongue, so warm and scorching, so full of dribble. Their tongues coiled together and swept each other's mouths. No longer mindful of the floor they were on or any exhaustion.
Joffrey closed his eyes just like Ygritte and let his instincts take over.
The squelching claps kept growing faster. Her moans kept getting louder inside his mouth. He could feel it, her pussy writhing, churning his shaft with desire. Her climax had once again come knocking. No! It came exploding on his masculine rod.
This was no longer fucking, or even a torture. In that position, she felt like a toy being bred by its owner. So minuscule, insignificant under his powerful body and his social status. She felt like a non-existent, inconsequential thing that was blessed.
"Ooooh! Yes! Please, please… Keep going!" She pleaded to him, already having sensed his throbbing shaft. She wanted this final climax.
Joffrey gave her just that. He felt her pussy grip him tight, clenching and releasing in insane spams. Her eyes became a waterfall of tears as she cried out again and again, pleading for him to give it to her, to give her the pleasure of a woman.
"I-I'm… I'm… Coming!" Ygritte announced, that voice shattering through her throat. Her nectar seeped onto his cock like an endless waterfall.
By then, Joffrey felt his cock straining. After hours, he'd started to feel a tingling pain in his sack, pleading with him for a final release. So he kept shoving in her plump pussy until he felt his cockhead bulge inside.
"Uuuugh! Take it then!"
With his declaration, he jammed himself balls deep, tightly sealing against her fertile womb's entrance. Finally, he unleashed his potent baby batter, holding nothing back, even grounding himself against her to reach as deep as he could.
Over and over again his balls jumped in joy, his hands digging underneath her thighs as he kept pressing his weight into her tight cunt.
"Oooooh!" Ygritte's flushed face glowed in joy, her mouth agape as she felt his bruising cock spill the viscous liquid inside. That hot, thick spill drowned her insides like a flood.
"Haaah…" Joffrey panted and fell on top of her. "Haaaah…"
Ygritte was in no state to respond as her eyes rolled back and her legs finally came down, released from his rough hold. But once her ass scraped against the floor, it stung.
This man, laying on top of her.
This man, with his cock still buried deep.
This man, who just spilled his seed inside.
He'd truly tamed her in every way she could imagine. Val was completely right; Joffrey Baratheon was indeed the true King of all.
She kept feeling his cock pulsating, his orgasm so potent that it went on for so many squeezes.
"You…" Joffrey suddenly raised his torso, his hand unashamedly chokeholding her neck again. "Drink the bloody Moon Tea when given. I'll claim no bastard spawned from your whore-ish cunt!"
"Bastard!" Ygritte growled.
"Whore!" He cursed back and pulled out of her cunt.
Her eyes widened. She felt it so thoroughly. How that musky mix of her and his climax seeped out of her gaping pussy. Blobs of his batter dribbled out slowly, forming a pool. She was shocked by how much it was. She knew it then, only Moon Tea could save her from watching her womb swell.
"Ah!"
But then, to her shock, Joffrey lifted her in a princess carry and took her to the bed, gently laying her there.
She frowned, not expecting such an act from him. "Release me!"
"Shut your mouth!" Joffrey sneered and once again got on top of her on the bed. "You thought I'm done with you?"
Ygritte's eyes widened. "What?!"
Joffrey chuckled and fully plunged his body down on her chest, his flaccid cock rubbing on her cave of wonders. He gripped her face tightly between his thumb and fingers, squeezed her cheeks in.
"Since I've spilled in your cunt once, I'll have my way a few more times. Hope you don't mind, not that it matters."
"Umh…" Ygritte instinctively arched her chest up as he licked her nipples. Her fingers combed through his golden, soaked hair. "D-Do your… worst…"
In response, she only heard Joffrey's muffled laughter.
She had no damn clue what she was doing. She just stared at the ceiling, loving every second of how he defiled her body. As a woman of the Freefolk, she used to believe her tolerance was high when it came to rough sex.
But this was… an eye-opener.
"Aaaah!"
Literally.
"Oooh!"
Once again, he was inside, and she welcomed him.
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In the coming days, Joffrey claimed Ygritte in even greater ways. Eventually, he feasted on the two Wildling girls together, Val and Ygritte. It was quite an experience as both women desired being dominated by him. They didn't mind his roughness.
Occasionally, he visited Catelyn to relish the warmth of her mouth. But he never fucked her, keeping her sopping cunt needy. Instead, he bedded Sansa and Arya together on occasion to have them get used to the company.
The grand plans were slowly coming to an end. As more days passed, the royal coffers began filling up. Many lords sent gold to aid in the battle against the dead. The decision was made to temporarily shift the capital from King's Landing to Winterfell so the war planning could go on better.
The smallfolk were slowly informed about the dead beyond the wall. Rumors were controlled, and the Faith of the Seven, as well as Melisandre's people, helped maintain order.
The anxiety could be felt. Blue blooded or not, all spoke of the dead in muffled voices. But what mattered the most was how united Westeros had become.
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"Grandfather." Joffrey sat in his solar as Tywin walked in and took a visitor's seat. Of course, Joffrey didn't stand up. He couldn't since Taena of Myr was underneath his table in all her naked, dusky glory, slobbering his cock from tip to balls.
Tywin was no fool. He'd seen too many things in his lifetime. But he couldn't care less when it came to his beloved grandson. If anything, Joffrey deserved all the women in Westeros, for his name was going to be written in golden letters in the annals of history.
"I am told you intend to move the capital."
"It's only temporary, Grandfather," Joffrey said, lounging back in his chair with a smirk. "But I must say, I'm impressed—you managed to arrive so soon."
Tywin nodded and took a calming breath. The man always measured his words wisely. "I had to when the fight determines our very survival. Tell me, then—how does the Crown wish to make use of me?"
Joffrey pointed at the map of Westeros on the table."The Wall is our shield, the dead won't march past it while it stands. But I won't deny the possibility that the Night King may have plans to destroy a section of it. The Night's Watch is manned, fed, and reinforced, yet that's not enough. I will lead the armies of Westeros to Winterfell myself. We'll camp there, hold the North."
Tywin didn't try to argue with him. "The coordination will need to be well planned."
"Aye, that's where you come in, Grandfather. While I rule Westeros from Winterfell, you will hold King's Landing as my proxy. Keep the city in order; keep the South quiet. No bandits, no schemers—none who think to take advantage while my men march North."
Tywin quickly agreed. Joffrey's request was no less than a praise to his prowess. "As you wish, Your Grace. But…"
The Old Lion gazed at the map of Westeros and frowned. Almost all of Westeros was marked with a lion's sigil. All except one.
"A threat left unchecked is a blade at our backs."
"Ah, the Squids." Joffrey almost purred. Taena's mouth was simply a delight. Nonetheless, he looked at the Iron Islands with a mocking smile. "You're right, Grandfather. That's why I've decided to host a… training battle. The full strength of Westeros, with the might of the Redwyne fleet and our glorious new Royal Fleet. A fine test, don't you think?"
"You intend to attack the Iron Islands?"
Joffrey shook his head. "Not at all, Grandfather. We'll merely be holding a mock battle to train our men—nothing too serious—until, quite unexpectedly, our charming prisoner, Asha Greyjoy, dares to strike at me. And just like that, war with the Iron Islands becomes inevitable."
The Old Lion smiled, a rare, silent compliment to his most talented grandson.
The true successor to the Lannisters.
The true Golden Lion.
"Unexpected indeed, Your Grace."
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