Without hesitation, Sansa wrapped her lips around him, sucking hungrily, her tongue swirling along his shaft as she cleaned him of the filth they had made. She savored it, moaning softly as she swallowed every drop, her hand stroking him in slow, worshipful motions. She feared he might soften, but he didn't.
Joffrey smirked, laying back onto the bed, his chest rising and falling. "Let me rest for a while. You don't mind doing the work, do you, Sansa? You're quite good at it."
"Yes, yes… please, Your Grace."
With a quiet whimper of need, she swung a leg over him, straddling his waist. Her fingers trembled as she lined his cock up, her pussy already drooling in anticipation.
Then, with a desperate, eager push, she sank down onto his cock, taking his cock until she was seated fully, her walls stretched to their limit. It stung, it always did at first, but the pleasure quickly overwhelmed everything else.
"Ahhh… Ahh…" Sansa started to feel good, pivoting on her knees as she jumped and grind on his cock. Her ass bounced and rippled, clenching tight every time his cock struck deep.
Joffrey loved the view of her thrashing breasts, jolting and jiggling as she fucked herself on his flesh pole.
"Arya… clean the mess you made down there, will you?" He ordered, even if the words sounded like a request. He crossed his arms behind his head, watching Sansa moan, cry, and blush wildly.
"Yes… Go deeper, Arya." He added as he felt Arya nestling her face between his legs, crawling underneath Sansa's jumping, pale ass.
Arya licked his thighs with the flat of her tongue, trailing her wet, glistening spit to his balls, licking it all clean. She swallowed all the sticky nectar that her elder sister and his cock made, the frothy mess. Arya took it all and cleaned it like it was her duty.
But then, Joffrey saw Catelyn on her knees beside his head, staring at Sansa's stretched pussy with a tint of envy in her eyes. Her own fingers were locked in her scorching heat, two fingers digging out pleasure as they curled in her and bringing out her juices. Another hand pinching her tits and tugging at her nipple, her teeth biting her lower lip.
"Catelyn, help your eldest, won't you? Play with her. I'd like to hear her lewd sounds louder," Joffrey smirked.
Catelyn simply nodded and extended her hand, trying to touch Sansa's swollen little clit from her position. But Joffrey grabbed her hand and stopped her.
"Not from there, Cat." He suddenly grabbed her thighs and urged her to move with a gesture.
"Ah…" In pure elation, Catelyn shifted her fleshy legs quickly.
She widened her stance on the bed and straddled his face, her flawless knees spread wide on each side of his head, positioning her slobbering cunt right over the King's lips, the heat oozing pure lust and need.
Joffrey's arms circled around her warm thighs and pulled her down, making her place all her weight onto his mouth. He could smell the sweet scent of her arousal, her lower lips twitching against his lips. He extended his tongue, licking tentatively at first, savoring her taste, before fully wiggling his boneless flesh into her heavenly gates.
"Uummmhh…" Catelyn moaned, feeling his tongue graze against her sensitive cunt. Her thighs quivered against his cold cheeks as his tongue lapped her up again and again. The falt of his tongue taking long broad strokes of her fertile pussy.
This was pure, disgusting sin. Unfitting for a King. But since this whole four-way night of pleasure was an unholy sin, Joffrey decided to let out a little bit of that old, unhinged Joffrey. He wanted to feel it, eat out Catelyn while two of her daughters fucked themselves on his cock or licked his balls clean.
"Aaaaah… M-mother! Please… more!" Sansa moaned in otherworldly lust as she felt Catelyn's fingers dance around her clit, Catelyn's other hand kneading her jolting breast as the nipple was pinched between her fingers.
While Catelyn helped Sansa reach that utmost pleasure, her own hips moved back and forth, riding Joffrey's face, feeling his tongue lap her juices and probe in the most sinful way. She couldn't help chasing that pleasure, subconsciously wanting more of his tongue in her. She felt so loved and needed, pushing her towards that glorious edge.
But before she could, Sansa suddenly cried out in pure ecstasy. "Oooh!!! Fucc—-k!"
Sansa's wet walls clamped tight around his girth, spilling out every single drop of joy on Joffrey's cock, coating him in her fertile nectar. That powerful iron-hard cock felt like a spike spearing her in place as she arched her back and screamed out for the heavens.
"Ghck….." Joffrey groaned, his cock throbbing in reaction to her climaxing grip.
A second wave of pure bliss engulfed him, and pushed his cock to spill inside Sansa. His hips thrusted up in sheer reaction and his cock thoroughly painted Sansa's wet walls white, deep to the very last nook.
Some of his cream trickled out as Sansa's pussy twitched uncontrollably, and Arya licked him clean like a hungry little wolf. Her tongue only enhanced the delicious aftershocks of his orgasm.
Even after all that, Sansa kept grinding her hips, riding him for a while, unashamedly asking for another taste of that addicting high.
"A lady should be fair," Catelyn shook her head and pushed Sansa's shoulder to the side, greedily wanting his cock for herself. "Sansa, my dear. It's your mother's turn now."
That very wording sent shivers down Sansa's body, goosebumps everywhere. She nodded and got off of Joffrey's cock.
While still stradling Joffrey's face, Catelyn leaned down and suckled his cock, licking him clean of his spill and her own daughter's juices. Arya was there, too, focused on his balls and the sensitive edge of his thighs. Her face was a mess, hair damp, eyes drowsy.
"Enough…" Joffrey pushed Catelyn's hips and ordered. "I'll do the moving for you, Cat."
"P-Please…" Catelyn mewled, her gaze filled with pure thirst.
Joffrey slid off the bed and used Arya's discarded tunic to wipe his face clean. Then, in his naked glory, he walked to the footside of the bed and stood there, his knees touching the edge.
"Catelyn, come here." He ordered, and then he looked at the two daughters. "Arya, you too. Straddle your mother's left leg, and suckle her tits like the good daughter you are. Sansa, I shouldn't need to speak."
"Ah, yes, my love!" Sansa frantically rushed.
Soon enough, the three women presented a feastful sight to their King. Catelyn lay on the middle on her back, her ass dangling at the edge of the bed. Her pale, blooming, mature, curvy body presented itself to be devoured.
On her left side, Arya held Catelyn's single thigh between her legs and stretched it open to the side. That way, Arya kept her smushed wide onto the bed, and her face hovered over her mother's left, voluptuous breast. Meanwhile, Sansa did the same on the right side, her face quickly capturing Catelyn's right breast as she widened Catelyn's leg with her own.
"Aaaaah—girls… go easy…" Catelyn's tone went up and down, stimulated by the overwhelming teasing.
"No." Joffrey interrupted. "Go rough, suckle hard, give it a bite—And Catelyn, if I hear your moans stop, I won't give it to you."
"Ah-yessss! F-Forgive me, Your Grace… Mmmh~"
Joffrey watched the scene with pride. Catelyn's legs were stretched wide open due to the weight of her daughters straddling each leg. The pink, soaked slit was beautiful, perfect to birth him many more. The way she held her daughters' hairs, guiding their mouths on her tits, gave Joffrey his energy back.
On the sides, as Sansa and Arya were on their bellies, their asses were raised high on Catelyn's legs. Their pussy still carried traces of his white, virile cream. Their little, star-shaped, wrinkled back hole stared back at him.
"Sansa, guide me into your mother, won't you?"
Suckling Catelyn's breast, Sansa glanced down for a moment and wrapped her fingers around his cock lovingly. She guided his swollen cockhead straight to her mother's soaked, needy pussy. She allowed him to push forwards a bit, letting his slick, nectar covered cock glide over her fingers.
Joffrey only placed his straining cockhead on Catelyn's pussy lips, feeling the gentle squeeze around his tip. Giving birth so many times had taken a toll on Catelyn, but where her cunt lost, her amazing body won. She was made by the gods to be fucked and bred. Truly, Eddard was a foolish man to leave his wife's cunt back home and play politics in King's Landing.
"P-Please… Your Grace." Catelyn begged, unashamed that her daughters could hear.
Joffrey smirked and instead looked at the asses of her daughters. Feeling an inch on his palm, he struck–
Pa!
"Ooooh!" Arya moaned.
Pa!
Sansa gasped.
Pa!
Arya reacted by biting her mother's nipple.
"Mmmgh… Arya, that's too much!" Catelyn wanted to reprimand her daughter but…
Joffrey struck with his cock and pumped all of his pulsating, veiny length inside the Stark matriarch's drooling cunt. With an intent to breed, he pushed in with all his strength, letting his cockhead nudge at the entrance of her cervix in a single shove.
He pulled back to the very edge and plunged back in with no mercy. Thrust after thrust, slam after slam, scraping her soaking walls with his crown.
"Aaaaah-mmmm… Yessss—Gods!" Catelyn cried in ecstasy, eyes clenched shut as she felt his ruthless claim over her trembling body. Every inch of her sensitive walls splayed thin by his wide girth.
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