"Don't think… let our King rule us… in everything."
Sansa's soft curves pressed against Arya's toned, compact frame, the contrast making his cock throb with an aching need. Arya, always the fierce one, looked hesitant, but Sansa; his once-demure lady now completely given over to her King, guided her with a sinful smile.
Her delicate fingers trailed down Arya's stomach, teasing, coaxing, making the knight's breath hitch. The way their bodies melded, soft against firm, the contrast of plush flesh and defined muscle. It was enough to make his cock twitch and flex, the thick veins along his shaft pulsing inside Catelyn.
"Make your king happy, My Ladies." Joffrey smugly ordered and pulled out of the Stark matriarch's well-spent cunt. He then pivoted to the side and laid down flat, head on the pillow, legs sprawled wide luxuriously. He pushed an extra pillow under his head so he could watch the view below with ease.
"Of Course, Your Grace." Sansa acted as the best middle-woman and pushed Arya onto the bed. Leading her sister right between Joffrey's spread legs, pushing her to kneel there and lower her face closer to Joffrey's cock soaked in Catelyn's juices, their mother's juices.
By then, Catelyn also shifted, willingly taking part in that unholy event that, if found out by the realm, would tarnish the name of House Stark for ages to come. Yet, that very sin gave her an exciting thrill. To a degree, she felt no shame in this act for she already knew that Joffrey had claimed her daughters and her. She and Sansa had given him a son and a daughter, and Arya had shared the bed with him more than them.
Licking her Lips, arousingly curvaceous, full, milky bosom hanging, she crawled to the side of Joffrey's hips. She gazed up, and Sansa had taken the other side. Finally, all three of them hungrily gazed at Joffrey's royal cock, its throbbing flexes noticeable, his balls tightening and loosening in joy, awaiting their mouths.
"Go on, then... but mind yourself. I've no wish to waste a drop tonight."
At Joffrey's words, Sansa and Catelyn moaned a sensual hum. They understood what that meant. They could already feel a phantom cock gushing its seeds in their cunts. They couldn't wait to make that a reality.
"Hmmm… Arya, you take him first." Catelyn voiced and daringly placed her soft hand on her youngest daughter's back, pressing her face down on Joffrey's erect shaft. "We'll take turns, dear."
"Wha—" Arya's words froze as she felt her mother's hand push her down harder and use the other hand to guide Joffrey's cock, lodging it straight into her thin lipped, dry mouth. Arya's eyes widened in shock. This was too much, fucking Joffrey was one thing and she enjoyed it, heck she'd accepted fucking him with Sansa. But with her own mother… It was too much.
Yet, she failed to protest. Her hands failed to respond, her dainty fingers spread, her palm softly on Joffrey's thighs. She took him in, accepted as his cock pushed into her mouth, her own mother pushing her head down.
"Ungh…" Arya's nostrils flared when his cock tickled the back of her throat. But even in her gags, her mother kept pushing her down. More and more, her lips drooling on his girth. More and more until finally, her lips touched the base of his magnificent length.
Sansa knelt on the bed, to the left side of his waist, eyes needy, staring at his cock. Her hand squeezed down and played with his balls while Catelyn focused on manually rocking Arya's face, fucking the youngest Stark's mouth on her lover's cock.
"Sansa," Joffrey called, his lips curled into a smile, admiring the absolute peak of sin. The peak of his Northern conquest. "Come here."
Ghk, ghk, ghk…
Catelyn was merciless in her quest to please the King. She fucked Arya's face with such ferocity that Arya was rendered a mindless sex-doll, her eyes shedding tears, her nose flared up, her breath harsh. The wet sounds and her chokes were so loud and hot.
Loving it, Joffrey spread his left arm and welcomed his first Stark woman into his arms. Sansa laid down flat on his side, legs straight, her tits on his chest, her face inching closer to his. The need, the greed, the lust was overflowing from her love-struck eyes.
"Let your sister and mother have their fill first," Joffrey ordered and roughly clawed his fingers through her long, red locks and pulled down her face so he could capture her lips. He kissed her with everything he had, all that she desired.
"Ummmmm~" Sansa moaned into his mouth, rubbing both her hands on the sides of his head. She massaged his chest with her round, full breasts, her tight pink nipples tracing patterns on his muscles.
Breath locked, Joffrey swept through her hot maw like no tomorrow. He ate her tongue, pushed against it, fought it, claimed it as his own, as she was. He let her do the same, eat his tongue, and practically drink him dry. She kissed everywhere, licking him as if it was the most desirable treat.
"Sansa…" Joffrey pushed her face to the side of his ear where she could kiss his neck. He whispered to her. "You don't… mind if I sow my seed in… all three of you?"
"Mmmmh… I'd love that." Sansa cooed, giggling beside his neck.
Joffrey felt his cock twitch, feeling close to the edge. He quickly used his other free hand and ruthlessly gripped Arya's short hair, stopping her from moving her face. But that meant his cock stayed lodged hilt deep in her insanely stretched throat. She gagged, choked there, her eyes spilled tears endlessly. Even Catelyn kept her head pushed down as long as Joffrey kept her there.
Ugh… Such warmth.
Joffrey felt every little bump of her throat. Every gagging gulp, the squeezes that sought his mercy. But he gave none, not that night. He finally had what he had desired since the day he took Sansa's maidenhood.
Focusing back on Sansa, he whispered more. "You know this isn't the first and last for the four of us… don't you?"
Sansa nodded. Her soft, silky hair poured onto Joffrey's face. Her kisses slowly went down then towards the middle of his chest. Then, she looked up at his face, her blue eyes sparkling. "We belong to you, my love… always."
Seven Hells, she's perfect!
"Catelyn, your turn." Joffrey finally let Arya go before she could lose consciousness.
"Haaaah!" Arya gasped and just fell flat right there, her legs straight, dangling over the bed, her face smushed against his balls.
Catelyn didn't go easy, however. Instead of taking him in her mouth from right there, she moved and straddled the back of her youngest daughter, a knee on each of her sides. Like a cake slice on top of another. Catelyn leaned down, bringing her face to Joffrey's cock, all the while she pushed Arya's face using her elbows, pushing her to lick Joffrey's jewels.
Even better than Sansa. I guess age does help.
Joffrey was on cloud nine. Catelyn took half of his cock straight into her mouth, while the surrendering licks of Arya on his balls elevated the experience. The soft body of Sansa on his torso, her lips licking his chest, the waves of pleasure were endless.
It took everything not to spill.
Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!
Catelyn was a whole different woman in bed. Respectable, proud, and stern outside, but in bed, she was no different from a sex starved whore. Before long, she bobbed her head fast on his long shaft, taking him to the hilt with each deep plunge. Her long, auburn hair tossed non-stop, her moans stifled but loud.
Her spit splattered everywhere, trails dripping down to his balls where Arya, pressed under her mother's weight, licked him clean or drenched him more whenever she took his balls in her mouth, suckling one at a time.
Fuck! This is life. Joffrey relished it all. It'll be tough getting Daenerys to accept this, but… I'll make it happen.
Catelyn took him deep, her throat stretching to accommodate every inch, her eyes fluttering as she willingly choked herself on his length. Gagging softly, her saliva spilled down his shaft in thick, glistening trails. She didn't stop, even when her lungs burned, her body shuddering with the raw thrill.
By then, Sansa slid down beside Catelyn before taking her turn. Both mother and daughter's tongues worked together, lapping up the mess, coating his cock in their mingled spit. They licked and sucked like starving women, tracing every ridge, every throbbing vein, their lips wrapping around him like he was the sweetest, cold desert.
Below them, Arya was trapped, her smaller frame squeezed under Catelyn's weight, but she didn't complain. Her mouth latched onto his balls, sucking and massaging them with a devotion that tripled his pleasure. Her tongue rolled over the sensitive skin, wet and eager, taking her time worshiping the heavy load he kept inside, for now.
Eventually, all three women panted against him, breathless, their lips glistening with spit and heat. Their bodies trembled, their chests rising and falling, but their eyes remained fixed on him: hungry, desperate, willing to be ruled.
"I'm close… Uh…" Joffrey pulled his body back, moving away from their lovely mouths and tongues. "Let Arya have it first. You've had your turn, Catelyn—you're last."
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