Joffrey leaned forward and pressed his elbow on her throat, stifling her words. He glared dangerously into her eyes, keeping her spread wide with one raised leg. He felt her entrance on his knob and without wait, he began piercing in slowly. She was ready, velvety soft inside, parting her tight soaked walls for his royal cock.
"No need to say it again," he threateningly said, locking eyes with her, dominating her on every level. "You'll be pleading with me to stop by the time I'm done."
"Heh…" She tried to chuckle, but Joffrey choked her harder.
She's tight! Joffrey felt it in such vivid detail. Every little suckle of her pussy, every little muscle twitch, and every inch of her parting walls he invaded. He felt it all. While not so tight as to restrict his access, she felt perfect, taking in all of his pumping cock with ease.
No! She's making it tight.
That was when he felt it. The gripping massages were intentional. He looked down at her muscular, slender abdomen, and it was noticeable. His cock made a faint bump on the flesh of her pale belly, but her tight squeezes were also noticeable. As if something breathing was moving within her core.
Plap!
With a final push, he was all the way in. Not an inch of his cock was left out. She took every inch of his straining manhood, and he felt how snug her pussy was. His cockhead pressing against an obstruction, clearly the gates leading to her womb, if her raising herself on her toes was a sign.
Joffrey groaned at her face and slowly pulled out. She writhed, aching for him to start actually fucking her. But he kept it slow, staring at her face as if telling her who she was. A whore, nothing else.
"Mmm…" Ygritte hummed despite her throat being pressed on. Feeling his shaft scrape through her pussy walls each time made her knee weak, but Joffry's merciless choke wouldn't let her give in.
"Hungry for it?" Joffrey asked, maintaining a slow rhythm. "Let's see if you can handle my worst."
"Mh!"
Joffrey slammed up hard this time, almost lifting her off her toes. It was the perfect position where her balance rested on his mercy.
"Mh!" Ygritte groaned as his thrusts struck deep. His tool was no monster, but it was sizable enough to threaten her with dangerous stretches and tugs.
"Ungh…!"
Joffrey smirked, her moaning grunts music to his ears. Her face was red as a plum by now, constantly in a semi-choked state.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
He gained pace and fucked her like he owned her. Her mouth went agape, tongue lolling out while her eyes threatened to roll back. The sweat trickled down their hard-working bodies nonstop. But it was mostly Joffrey doing the work.
He rammed in hard again and again, mercilessly. This wasn't mere fucking, this wasn't making love. This was an animalistic exchange. But it was different from what Ygritte was used to among the wildlings. This was controlled chaos, a battle to win control over her mind.
And to Ygritte's amusement, Joffrey was winning.
She felt like a crucified doll with no control over her body. She almost felt as if she was entirely hammered into the wall, his thrusting cock spearing her higher and higher, pinning her in place. Her raised leg restrained her; body helplessly jolting up and down against the wall. All she could do was wrap her arms around his neck instinctively, looking for balance. But she he loved it all!
How his warm, sweaty chest pressed into her breasts, his hips ravaged her tight, freshly shaved pussy. She felt sore and swollen, the warmth was intoxicating and painful at the same time.
Her womb screamed at her, telling her to surrender to this man. To this man's control. That this was her rightful place, to use her body to please the man and allow him to sow his seeds deep within her. Gone were the ideas of adventure, gone were the thoughts of any victories. All she wanted now was to spread herself wide and submit to his demands.
Her womb demanded total submission, and she slowly felt his cock conquer her blissful planes.
"Aaaaaah!" She roared out a moan despite being choked. She couldn't help it as her hips writhed. She felt her belly knot up, her insides throbbing in insane arousal. This was it, the ecstasy unleashed as an orgasm surged through her petite frame.
Her voice quickly devolved into incoherent wailing. "I'm! I'm… aaaaah!"
But nothing could stop those convulsions as Joffrey's spearing shaft resumed its sinful plunges. Now, it was slowly becoming clear how he won Val. Now she somewhat understood why Val submitted so loyally to him.
"Oooooh!" It finally came. She felt the writhing leaks. Her watery climax coated his plunging shaft and made it easier for him. But her squeezes, involuntary yet tight, made Joffrey drink in a few breaths too, controlling his own pace.
She couldn't take it anymore, her body going limp. No, it wasn't accepting defeat, but rather her muscles turning sore. Her one supporting leg felt tired, and she helplessly fell forward onto Joffrey.
"Hmh…" Joffrey sneered and pulled out of her warm cunt. "Not so strong now, are you? But I'm not done."
Joffrey completely let go of his hold on her. Instantly, Ygritte fell to her knees, panting, her pussy dripping scentful juices. It was dirty, nasty, unapologetic sex, nothing else.
"You said my worst, so here we go."
Mercilessly, Joffrey grabbed her hair and dragged her forward into the middle of his bedchamber. He then walked behind her and crouched down before pushing her forward by her shoulders.
"Hands and knees, now!"
He didn't care anymore. Normally, he'd have done it on the bed, but this was more degrading. More rough and true to what she demanded.
"Now!" He didn't wait and pushed her forward, slamming her face down on the stone-tiled floor. He reached forward with one hand and gripped her nape, keeping her face fully pressed into the dirt so she felt it on her cheek.
Then, thanks to her perfectly arched ass, he lined himself against her particularly rosy, swollen pussy and in one brutal thrust, plunged in fully. So warm and tight, aided by her previous climax. He kept himself intimately snug for a few moments, his balls tickled against her clit as he relished the sensations.
Then…
Plap!
"Deeper, isn't it? But I'm just starting." Joffrey stared at her sideways face, half of it smudged with dirt. She stared at him with one eye like a cornered deer. "Why that look? You asked for it."
"Aaaah!" Ygritte cried. She felt his cock much deeper in this position. She wanted to move and adjust herself, but he wouldn't allow her, gripping her nape tightly. As he picked up a brutal pace of deep thrusts, she heard each impactful clap. So rough, so violent, it knocked the breath out of her lungs.
Tears flowed from her eyes nonstop. Yet, she felt no hatred, no repulsion to the acts. She relished them, even if a little painful. True, she asked for this, and no matter what, she took pleasure in it.
"Yessss~ Yes~" She cried out, screaming in pleasure, no longer caring to hold back. She loved it, his royal cock splitting her in half.
Pa! Pa!
"Aaaaah!" Then she felt his ruthless slaps on ass. She felt it deep in her bones, knowing he wasn't holding back. She felt the sting, the warm palm marks on her asscheeks. But with that pain came a twisted kind of pleasure, a lustful arousal in her mind that drowned out any pain.
"I-Is that it-uh!"
Joffrey scoffed and raised his free hand high before slamming another tight slap on her well-presented bottom. Her petite ass was not that wide nor plump, so he attacked both sides, somewhere even between as her anal entrance peeked at him, as if mocking him to invade it too. But he left that for next time.
Pa! Pa!
The slaps echoed louder than the squelches of his punishing thrusts. Each so powerful that her body jerked forward, further grounding her face in dirt. If anyone else had seen her in such a state, it would have been rather revolting. But to her, this was sexual bliss.
"Oooooh… Oh! Fuck! You… K-King of… oh!"
Joffrey scoffed and slapped her ass harder, his cum-filled balls spanked her clit. His slaps left bruises, perfect prints of his spread hands. Her northern, pale flesh glowed red like her hair. He was in total control.
That was Joffrey's plan. Denying her the luxury of resting that pretty little ass anywhere for the coming days. Whenever she'd dare, she'd feel the sting, reminding her of her own unholy submission under his cock.
"I-I-uh! I'm going to…!" Ygritte felt that gripping sensation once again. Her wailing turned mindless as another orgasm slammed right through her. She bucked under his thrusts, her back arching up and down, but he kept her face planted on the floor.
"Ooooh!"
Her mouth opened to utter something, but his insane, brutal thrusts emptied her lungs out. Her spit pooled into a nasty little puddle, smearing against her flushed cheek.
Any lingering trace of her pride had vanished. Dissolved in that puddle of her spit and sweat under her dirt-coated face. Under the constant plunges of his cock, under his humiliating slaps that she so loved.
Wildling men didn't hit or grip this hard, it was never even a thought. Pumping their cocks a few times, spurt out, then leave. This was nothing like that, far from it.
Joffrey had been fucking for what seemed like an eternity to her. No man had ever turned her this sore before. Slamming in again and again, making her come so many times she lost count. It felt like she was tied up and helplessly dunked into sweet honey, forcefully drowned in bliss.
"Mmmmm!"
Then it returned, the first ever, a triple orgasm. Right on the floor, she turned into an even greater mess as her back arched up involuntarily, squirts of juices gushing out of the tight gaps that Joffrey's cock barely left.
Pa!
"Is that worst enough for you?" Joffrey interrogated roughly, his finger playing with her anal hole using her own pussy juices. "No response? Very well, let's keep it going. Turn around."
That wasn't a request.
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