Joffrey pumped in like no tomorrow. The bed creaked hard under the weight of his violent thrusts. His hands gave fair attention to the two, smooth, pale asses presented to him, kneading and gripping, leaving palm prints.
"Ahh–ahh!" Catelyn cried out in sheer bliss, her tits turning red from her daughters' endless suckles and nips.
Joffrey greedily fucked non stop as he shove two fingers each into Sansa and Arya's well-fucked, lubricated cunts. He stretched them wide, curled his fingers onto their most sensitive spot; making them moan to match with their mother. A song so sinful, and yet so arousing.
"Ooohh–My King!" Sansa moaned.
"Ugghhh–Joffrey!" Arya mewled.
"Yess~" Catelyn purred, accepting the gift of House Stark's savior. Blissfully unaware that the same man was behind the downfall.
All three cunts flushed red, twitching and throbbing greedily, messy with sticky lust. Their hair tossed and bloomed over the sheets, their breaths panting raggedly with each sinful moan.
Catelyn felt the flames scorching in her belly, a tight struggle to not shatter so soon. But the three-point attack on her body was too overwhelming. The bites and licks ticklish on her nipple, causing her pussy to grip Joffry's cock like a vice, her sensitive spots even more vulnerable to his spearing cock.
Her eldest daughter's one hand naughtily spread her pussy lips wider for him, exposing her little bundle of nerves to his grating veins.
He pressed her buttons over and over, bruising more and more towards that unholy release.
And finally, after teetering on the edge for so long, she fell over the cliff. Her body stiffened up, her muscles protesting and locking her in pure bliss. She came gushing like a fountain, flooding onto his cock and squelching sweet, sweet juices while he kept punishing her with slamming thrusts.
Joffrey felt her otherworldly grip on his cock. Feeling tired at last, he leaned forward, his hands to Catelyn's sides, and placed all his weight into the final few thrusts. His balls tickled with that heavenly pressure, the itch rose to the tip, and at last, he spilled the final load. Pumps upon pumps, ropes upon ropes of his white baby batter. So much, but watery, yet equally virile.
"Gaaaah—M-May the… ugh… Maiden bless you three… ugh!" He groaned.
"Yesss~" Catelyn accepted his demand and desire, feeling his heat seep into every corner of her cunt.
Finally, Joffrey slowed down, breath panting as he stood back up at the edge of the bed. He took in the sight one final time, the three Stark women fully satisfied with their cunts dribbling white culmination of sinful mark, twitching and throbbing, flushed red.
"Hah!" He fell forward on top of Catelyn. His face landing between her blushing breasts, his half-erect cock still inside the warm embrace of her cunt.
"Good… Girls."
Joffrey raised his face tiredly and kissed Sansa on the left, letting her thirst have its fill of his hot breath, her tongue swiping over his greedily. Then, Arya on the right, satisfying her need to matter as he suckled on her tongue.
Finally, he looked up at the woman double his age, yet more fuckable than most, Catelyn. He kissed her, too, smiling, still feeling the warmth inside her cunt that would soon give him another offspring.
Then, in the end, he fully plopped down on Catelyn, right between her daughters. Using Catelyn's tits as his luxurious pillow. His arms spread wide, pulling Sansa and Arya's waists, holding them all close to himself—all belonged to him.
He closes his eyes in peace, feeling Sansa and Arya caress his hair.
Gods, I'm a blessed man.
He thought… how could he not? This was among the best sex of his life. And better, he could have this as many times as he wanted.
I can get… used to this.
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Joffrey was like a man starved, unwilling to take his eyes off of the new toys. For the next seven nights, he shared the bed with the three of the finest cunts the realm had to offer. He absolutely wanted to sow his seed in all three of them. But it was also too addicting. The way Catelyn pushed her daughters to pleasure him. The way they played with each other while waiting for their turns.
In seven days, they got more than comfortable with their four-way ritual. And not a single drop was wasted outside, every single one found their womb. Well, except for that time he wanted to see their faces covered in his spill and made them kneel and suckle him until completion. When Catelyn licked her daughters' faces clean, he was almost lovestruck by that experienced woman.
However, his time was limited, and on the eighth day, the march to Winterfell began. Leaving Tywin behind to manage the realm, he brought Tyrion along as managing the massive army was also no easy task.
Catelyn and Sansa traveled in a box-carriage, giving enough space for the continuation of nightly routines. Arya traveled on horseback right beside Joffrey. Though it was Val who stayed close to his side when riding, being his Kingsguard.
But it was visible that something was on her mind. Her sharp, beautiful eyes stayed on him for days.
"What is it?" He asked her one day during the horse ride. They had to move slowly as there were too many of them.
"Nothing, Your Grace," Val replied.
Joffrey stared at her face. "You want me to send you back to King's Landing? Spill it now, what's with those stabbing eyes?"
"I…" Val looked down, away from him. It was rare for her to show such expressions. "I want it too, Your Grace."
"Want what?"
Exhaling a sigh, Val steered her horse closer to Joffrey and whispered as low as she could. "A babe."
"Oh?" Joffrey turned back to her, studying her face with idle interest. The thought didn't bother him—in fact, it pleased him. A child born of her would be no weakling. "I'm in a generous mood, so I don't mind. But if you want it, you'll leave the Kingsguard and go live in the North. You'll give me a son when the time comes, and he'll rule those folk from beyond the Wall."
Val frowned and fell into deep thought. She didn't want to separate from Joffrey, but she also wanted a child of her own. A few years ago, she didn't, but as she saw Sansa give birth to a babe, and then the word of Daenerys. She felt left out, that her prime womanhood was being wasted. Her womb was left bare when it should be growing a new life.
"Think about it, Val," Joffrey said, giving her armored leg a pat. "We've got a month on the road. If you make up your mind, we start in Winterfell."
Val smiled back at him, a smile that could sway any man's heart. "Thank you, Your Grace."
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Meereen,
The preparations were complete. Slavers Bay had been completely subjugated, with each being ruled by her governors.
Daenerys followed her husband's suggestions and created a new economy from scratch, based on small tasks, blacksmithing, carpentry, and shipbuilding. Anything that the slaves could do or be taught. She spent a lot of coin to invite teachers from Free Cities. Eventually, her work resulted in total control of the three cities. The nobles were all dead, and her coffers were full.
Now, it was time to head back to Westeros and help her royal husband defeat the White Walkers. Then, she could finally rule the Iron Throne and, with her husband, conquer the rest of the Essos.
Sadly, those thoughts were not shared by everyone else. While Ser Barristan had come to understand that Joffrey was a changed man, Ser Jorah refused. Even though Ser Jorah had never seen or met Joffrey Baratheon, his hatred stemmed from jealousy and the self-inflicted feeling of betrayal—Betrayal in love.
"You… little thing." Ser Jorah stood in front of the small crib in Daenerys' chambers. He was sworn as the child's godfather, the son of Daenerys Targaryen and Joffrey Baratheon. Everything he despised was in the form of a living lump of flesh right before him.
He was alone, it was night. Daenerys was busy arming her dragons with steel armor. There was nobody who could stop him.
"You join them two… And you haven't even got a name." Jorah murmured bitterly, gazing down at the silver-blonde-haired, violet-eyed infant sleeping softly, innocent of the world. "I'm sworn to protect you. But your blood is tainted."
Betrayed by Lyanesse first, and now Daenerys Targaryen. He did everything for the women he loved. He went beyond his duty, committed horrible deeds for the women he longed for. In the end, all he received was betrayal. In his mind, this little infant was the anchor that kept Daenerys fawning over her Westerosi lover, a man who came out of nowhere and took what belonged to him.
"Forgive me, little one. I would give her the world, were it mine to give—but this is what must be done, for her sake… and the realm's."
Clink!
Ser Jorah drew a dagger and lined it with the sleeping infant's little neck.
"I love her, and I would do anything for her… even this."
His hand shivered, but his resolve was firm.
"Why, Ser Jorah!?"
The door behind him creaked open all of a sudden. Ser Jorah looked back and froze, then his hand lost the grip, and the dagger fell with a clank.
"K-Khaleesi… Who's in your…"
She had a baby in her arms.
A baby with silver-blonde hair.
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