Joffrey ate a light but nutritious dinner that evening, pnning to keep himself busy for the duration of the entire night with the Stark sisters. He occasionally eyed Sansa at the dinner, while she stole gnces at Arya, who was clueless of the deal between her sister and the King.

  Eventually, Arya left, and then Sansa left too. Joffrey didn't have many people to share the table with anyway. There was Tyrion and that was it; Tywin had already returned to Casterly Rock.

  "Your Grace," Tyrion spoke up when it was just him and Joffrey there. "Might I suggest we encourage the lords to loosen their purse strings? The Crown alone cannot fund a war against the dead."

  "I know that, Uncle. The crown won't be spending a penny on this war. The closer they are to the North, the more they'll pay in blood and coin. The Vale and Rivernds stand to lose the most, while the North? Ha! It's already a frozen ruin," Joffrey decred shamelessly. "Remember, we're in a two-front war. We must not only defeat the dead but also come out on top as the strongest entity in the Seven Kingdoms. Once the war is over, there will be no more Seven Kingdoms—only one, Westeros. And beyond the sea? Empire of Westeros."

  "So you pn to weaken the individual kingdoms?" Asked Tyrion, not appalled but rather excited and intrigued. "I'd say you've done that already. You rule most of the realm with absolute control, but Dorne remains a challenge. Too far south to care about White Walkers, too stubborn to py the game properly."

  Joffrey tiredly finished drinking the goblet of wine and stood up for the final course in the bed chamber. "Suggestions are welcome, Uncle. Oberyn is dead, but Doran lives, as do Oberyn's paramour and his bastard daughters. I need to know if they harbor ambitions and how far they would go if I… influenced their choices."

  "Taking Arianne as your queen would have helped but I suppose you're done picking women after Daenerys and Sansa. Daenerys should be able to keep them in line. The Martells have always had a soft spot for Targaryens," Tyrion said.

  "Hah!" Joffrey ughed mockingly, his eyes gleaming with contempt. "Arianne? That whore is no better than… Cersei… was. In any case, I shall see you tomorrow, Uncle. Make sure the arrangements for the Great Gathering are completed on time."

  Joffrey left Tyrion to drink a few more cups alone. Guarded by a Kingsguard, he went to his personal bedchambers first and changed into some comfortable, easy-to-discard breeches and tunic. Then, he grabbed a tool for the night, the one he'd used on Cersei once.

  After that, he headed to Sansa's bedchamber. As always, a lone Kingsguard stood outside the room, and by design, it was Val that night. It was going to be a long and loud night, after all.

  "Val shall suffice. You can rest for the night." Joffrey dismissed the Kingsguard following him and walked over to his prized possession, his finest Kingsguard, tall and blonde, perfect across her shapely body. Even in her armor, she aroused men.

  Val giggled deviously, aware of the sounds she was going to hear that night. "The stars have finally aligned, my King of kneelers?"

  Joffrey chuckled and shrugged as he reached her. Before answering, he wrapped an arm around her armored waist and pulled her in, gifting her a deep ravenous kiss on the lips.

  Lips, tongue, and drool, the whole course.

  "And now I shall align my cock at their entrances."

  "Hah!" Val ughed, accepting everything her conqueror willed. She never pushed him, considering it was his right over the spoils. Even if he desired to ram her against the wall and take her right then and there she'd accept. "Well, I bid you a joyful skewering then, my King. But remember, I have a surprise waiting for you too."

  "Oh? The redhead?" Joffrey remembered Ygritte. The mere sight of her face ached him to plunder her.

  Val chuckled and pushed Joffrey towards the door. "Yes, but let's not spoil the surprise. You should first go and tame the she-wolves."

  "More like cats at this point," Joffrey said and pushed the door open.

  It was dim but not dark. As he shut the door behind he let his eyes get accustomed to the flickering candles on the sconces. Then his gaze nded on the contours of the quilt on the bed, two figures noticeable.

  Knowing which was Sansa by the mere length of her body, he walked over to the left side of the rge, canopied bed. He didn't wait and removed his tunic and breeches, standing there naked before even beginning his business.

  Time to wake you up, Arya. Joffrey eyed the other figure. He didn't know if she was asleep or not, nor did he care. The pn was to start with Sansa and expand the scope to Arya. He'd normalized fucking them individually already, so there was no shame.

  "Joffrey?"

  "Sansa." He responded to Sansa's whispering, nervous tone. "You don't mind if I y with you, do you?"

  A gulp was audible.

  "No, Your Grace."

  Crossing mere formalities, Joffrey lifted the quilt and completely removed it from Sansa's frame. He appreciated that she wore a simple, loose gown underneath, perfect to remove with ease.

  And he did just that.

  Before even joining her on the bed he gripped the hem of her nightgown and pulled it upwards. He didn't stop until it forced Sansa to raise her hips and then her back, followed by her arms.

  She's prepared. As he completely removed her gown, he smirked at the nakedness. There were no small clothes on her succulent, handful mounds, nor her clean, rosy cunt. She y there in all her naked, slender glory. Her long, smooth legs were straight and squeezed together as if in shame, while her toned belly throbbed in undutions.

  Joffrey pced his palm on her breasts and started gently, fondling and cupping them to his desired shapes. They had grown significantly, he reckoned. After childbirth, almost everything had grown in the right pces. Larger bust, wider hips, better curves. It was clear, this was the makings of a woman finer than even Catelyn.

  All for me to savor.

  He took pride in being Sansa's first and only. And it seemed the same was the case for Arya, the petite warrior girl with a cunt so good it could milk him dry in moments.

  It's great to be king.

  "Come, move your lips, Sansa." Joffrey still didn't climb the bed. Instead, he grabbed her head and pulled her face closer to his shaft, making it clear what he wanted. At the same time, he traced his other hand down over her belly to rub her fertile flower.

  In a moment, Joffrey felt her divine lips wrap his length at a constant push. She took more and more of him inside, a practiced move she'd repeated countless times. Her well-trained tongue coiled around his cockhead while her one hand stroked.

  "Ah, you're as great as ever, my love." Joffrey praised her tight, suckling mouth. Right then, he took a dive in her wet cunt, pressing in two fingers from the get-go. She was scorching warm already, the wet noises were audible as his fingers parted her walls.

  Feeling her delicate lips constantly scraping across his length made his knees weak. Sansa's mouth wasn't too wide, while his cock was the only thing with Baratheon features—big, thick, and long. He felt the natural tightness of her lips as that was the full extent they could open, the middle of his girth was too much for her to handle.

  But trained to please her King's desire, she took more and more of him before finally swallowing him down into her throat. She hummed and made him groan in response. So used to such impaling she never gagged, and soon her pretty, shapely nose buried into his faint pubes.

  She ground herself deep, impaling herself on his melting flesh. She felt each throb he made, each flex he made inside her tight throat. She couldn't breathe but she persisted, used to such incredible moments of lust.

  "Gah! Gods, you've learned well, Sansa," Joffrey growled in feral lust. Instinctively, he gripped her loose, silky red hair and held her there, deeply full with his cock. He looked down at her and noticed her innocent eyes staring up.

  Yet again he reminded himself why he cherished being the King.

  "Ummmm…mmmm!"

  Joffrey began fucking her face in the true sense. He loosened himself out of her throat only to thrust back in. His hand gripping a bunch of her hair guided her movements too, all the while his fingers fucked her cunt.

  "Mmm…" Sansa continued to suck, evident by her cheeks defting every time he thrust inside.

  So incredible; Joffrey closed his eyes and relished in the moment. He was loud, wet, and slurpy. His thrusts were making the entire bed jolt and his voice wasn't that hushed either.

  Let's see. He opened his eyes and gnced at Arya. The girl was lying ft as before, but there was something different now. Her chest rose and fell faster as if her breath was getting restless. Her eyelids seemed to shake at times.

  Hah! Taking sneaking gnces? Don't worry, you shall join us soon.

  "That's enough." Joffrey stopped as he felt close. "Remember what I promised, Sansa. Yet I see no sign of a babe."

  Sansa smiled, her face an utter mess. Of course, she loved being bred by her King. It was the proof and sign of his love for her, and a reminder of how important she was to him.

  "Please, have me."

  "Turn around, on your knees, I'll remain standing," Joffrey ordered her and guided her into the position. He made her go on her knees right at the bed's edge, her knees spread, her feet spilling over the edge, and her pussy bare for him to slide into.

  It was all pnned so Joffrey could watch Arya while thrusting into Sansa. Not to mention, Sansa had grown a beautiful, soft rump, one any man would kill to thrust into.

  The light was dim, but he could see her rosy slit's glistening, dripping juices. She was ready and more, willing to take his virile seed inside.

  Pa!

  Joffrey spped on her round asscheeks one at a time. The way they jiggled intoxicated him in thirst. He grabbed his cock and spped all over her entrance, time and time again, loud and wet sps.

  "Mmmm… J-Just… take me, Joffrey!" Sansa moaned, her back arched so perfectly. Knowing what her King liked, instead of keeping herself raised on her elbow, she'd taken a pillow and smmed her face on it, her arms spread. Her ass propped out even more thanks to that.

  She's awake. Joffrey finally noticed Arya's legs squeezing together rather intensely.

  "Don't hold back, my Sansa."

  Joffrey aligned himself at her drenched entrance, his spread palms sinking in her asscheeks. He first teased with his throbbing cockhead, and then like an arrow off the bow, he bottomed out in one lone thrust.

  "Aaaaaah!" Sansa moaned at the top of her lungs.

  Hard, intense, and loud, he jammed himself hilt deep and stayed there, feeling the throbs of her pussy walls clenching and rexing, shocked by the sudden invasion. Her fertile depth felt so heavenly that he felt like staying there forever.

  Being the one to cim and being the only man to ever enter her, her cunt seemed as if perfectly etched for him. Every single bump and fold of her erotic muscles was like a known road. Smooth, silky, wet, and meant to please him.

  "Oh, Sansa, my dear. You have ruined all cunts for me," Joffrey praised her loudly and gifted her the perfect rhythm, fucking her hard and fast. To his delight, Sansa rolled her hips against him, responding to his gifts.

  "Harder!" Sansa, for the first time, desired more. "More, please… Joffrey!"

  Joffrey smmed himself hilt deep again, his thighs struck against hers and his royal jewels teasingly dangled against her clit. The pace was automatic, producing musky scents, drenched, squelching sounds, and those beautiful cps of their flesh.

  "I have a gift for you, Sansa." Joffrey suddenly voiced and his hands started kneading her asscheeks. He never stopped thrusting, however. By then his hips moved on their own, only fucking her with half of his fat cock.

  No, his focus was now on her other entrance. That little, star-shaped hole. With her on her knees, ass jutted out to him, the view was direct and beautiful. He'd never truly explored her backhole but he appreciated it looking so perfect and sightly. Stretched skin and the rim matching her pale skin.

  "Mmmm…" Joffrey opened his mouth and spat right at her back hole. Then his right thumb smudged his spit all over her never-explored entrance.

  "Hmm?" Sansa tried to turn her head and look. She felt his finger prodding her back hole, ticklish and somehow erotic. She knew that some men also liked to thrust in there, but she had never thought it'd become a reality for her too.

  "Worry not, Sansa." Joffrey tried to calm her. "I won't be thrusting my cock in here tonight. But I should start training you, don't you think? Now, rex yourself."

  Sansa nodded and smmed her face into the pillow, biting her lips, and preparing herself for the probe.

  Joffrey loved her willingness. He grabbed the little plug he had fetched from his tunic's pocket lying on the floor. It was polished and wooden, with a shining red jewel at the handle. It wasn't thick, barely half of his girth. But it was enough to train her.

  "Rex, Sansa." He rubbed the cork-like tool he'd made. It was slightly pointy at the tip and grew in girth further back, eventually leaving a handle. It had no sharp edges, and since it worked on Cersei in the past, Joffrey pushed it in.

  "Oooooh!" Sansa gasped for breath. It felt so strange, so full. She felt stretched back there and her instinct was to clench hard, but the thing remained stuck there, refusing to let her feel that ease of being free.

  She panted, even more aroused and sensitive as she felt Joffrey's cock better. The thing he'd probed her with stretched her backhole walls, and his cock stretched her pussy.

  "Gods!" Sansa cried, her delicate fingers clenched on the sheets. "Yes, yes! So… I feel so good, Joffrey… My love!"

  Pa!

  Joffrey spped her ass nonstop after that, turning her northern, snow-like skin a shade of red. His handprint left marks and she moaned to each one.

  "Ah, Oh, yes, yes… I'm…!"

  Sansa bucked, her hips jolted back and forth. Her pussy clenched a thousand times, the spams were endless. Her breath hitched, and her eyes went teary at the strange sensations. The release felt so much more than usual, a new type of climax. Full, stretched, his hammering cock threatening her womb with each thrust.

  "Aaaaah!"

  The explosion inside her cunt left her quivering in spent energy. The sloshing juices erupted with ecstasy, warm and full of her desire. It seemingly made Joffrey even harder and his pounding intensified.

  He raised himself on his toes and pumped down into her cunt, the bedding padding his deep plunges. He already knew Arya was awake so he didn't bother going slow. The bed jolted harder than anything, and he felt on edge.

  "Gaaaah! Take it! Take it in your womb!" Joffrey bellowed and almost fell on her warm back, his cock continuously diving deep inside. In and out, his long shaft used and abused her creamy aid, the musky mixture of their fluids the best lubricant.

  Sansa, too sore, took all his rough fucking with endless moans.

  "Give me… Give me babes…" Joffrey finally felt that st step beyond the edge. He bucked within her, cock striking her cervix and staying there. All of his glorious length vanished inside her reddened cunt.

  He flooded her with creamy hot eruptions, spilling strings and strings of seeds right at the entrance to her fertile depth. The convulsions were never-ending, the bliss was almost agonizing, making his knees weak and all his body weight squeezed into her tight hole.

  "Mmmm… I can feel it, Joff…" Sansa murmured, gyrating her hips. She felt his warm spill and his softening cock. She took it as her prize, her true worth, her true value. She was Joffrey's woman and…

  She gnced at Arya, the girl already rubbing her cunt with one arm under the quilt. Sansa smirked despite feeling his cock still churning out her juices. She felt comfortable and assured that Arya was just a tight cunt, a pything. It was she who truly mattered to King Joffrey. It was she who was allowed to birth him heirs.

  Tired from the exertion, Joffrey finally climbed the bed and sat against the headboard. It didn't need words for Sansa to understand her job, as she quickly crawled between his spread legs and rammed her mouth on his spent length. He'd turn fccid but it was now her duty to wake him up again.

  Joffrey used that time to rex and prepare himself for the next goal. Only Sansa was aware of the deal to include Arya. For Arya, things were going to be more shocking at first. While he wanted the two girls to go ahead and start kissing and pping each other's cunts, he knew that wasn't realistically possible.

  Not for now, at least.

  Time passed and Sansa worshiped his cock back to life. She licked him from all sides and popped his balls in her mouth one after the other. She stroked him, deepthroated him until his veins bulged again and his cockhead throbbed for some more action.

  "Let's continue, Sansa." Joffrey pushed her face away from his cock. Once she looked up at him, he winked.

  Sansa inhaled a deep breath and sat back. "I'm still too sore, Joffrey. I don't think I can."

  Joffrey sighed and shifted in the bed towards the middle. He had seen Arya flinch and stop touching herself beneath the sheets.

  "Then I guess…" He got even closer to Arya and with a quick grab, he threw away the quilt covering her.

  As expected, Arya had her nightgown hiked up to her midriff, leaving her slender legs and juicy cunt naked and easy to reach for her fingers. Surprisingly, she wore no smallclothes either, good for him, Joffrey reckoned.

  "Oh?" Joffrey acted shocked at the sight of her sopping cunt.

  "Joffrey…" Arya reacted immediately, eyes wide open but her face a little flushed. She looked at naked Sansa and then back at naked Joffrey, his cock dangling like a hunter on the hunt. "I… I…"

  "Shhh…" Joffrey shifted and got between her legs, looming over her short but warrior-like toned frame. Using her moment of speechlessness, he weighed down ft on her body, his hands taking the liberty to go underneath her nightgown and fondle her perky tight tits.

  His face constantly came closer to hers and finally, he nded a kiss. He had already fucked Arya that day in the afternoon, so this was a mere recollection of what he'd already done.

  "Umm…" Arya tried to speak but Joffrey's pushing tongue made her swallow those words. It was intense, rough, and controlling, sweeping between her lips and tugging against her own tongue.

  Joffrey wriggled his legs and quickly made himself some space between Arya's legs, spreading her thighs apart so he could mount her cunt with his virile length. He throbbed, achingly so to speak. He intently pushed and rubbed his cock on her entrance while warming up her lips.

  By then his hands had also pushed up her gown around her neck, leaving her mostly bare for him to savor.

  Now, where Sansa was somewhere between a slender beauty and a voluptuous Catelyn, Arya was a tight warrior girl who trained her whole life and built muscles in all the right pces. She didn't have much breasts to feast on, and her ass was rather on the firmer side, albeit shapely and round.

  But what set Arya apart from the rest was her cunt. A cunt worth being addicted to. Where Sansa was akin to a hard squeeze of a fist, Arya was like a tight, snug-fit glove, and Joffrey achingly chased that sensation.

  "Aaaah! Joffrey!" Arya moaned his name.

  Joffrey stretched through her soaked flower and gently probed, long and hard, constant push to go deeper and deeper inside her warm cunt. He felt Arya buck beneath him, and pull her body up to ease the constant stretch inside. But with her legs spread around Joffrey and his weight, she just felt him sheath himself slowly.

  "Ooooh!" Arya moaned the second she felt her lips go free.

  Joffrey buried his face beside her ear and started to thrust in and out of her mind-numbing tightness. He loved every moment of being inside Arya and one day hoped to spill inside too. But not until he had his throne fully secured.

  "Ah, aaaah…" Arya moaned into the air, eyes shut and her chin raised, jolting even higher as if matching his deep but gentle pumps. Feeling his body so warmly embracing her made it all the more arousing, his muscled arms melted her as they slid underneath her neck and hugged her there.

  His lips constantly nibbled on her earlobe, turning it from animalistic fucking to almost romantic love-making. She'd never slept like this with Joffrey before. So intimately and so intensely. Let alone in front of Sansa.

  It shamed her but…

  "Gods! Ooooh, yesss!" It was an involuntary moan. She couldn't help it when he struck so deep.

  Gods, she's tight! Joffrey lost himself to the pleasure. I won't st too long.

  That ethereal sensation of being balls deep inside her cozy walls. He felt like he could stay there all night, buried in her till the sunrise. But he had to move so he maintained that slow, gentle, but deep pump, knowing his cockhead struck the deepest part of her cunt. He didn't try too hard though as teasing her cervix too much could be painful.

  He shut his eyes and breathed into her ear, his teeth grinding on her earlobe. He felt her body squirm at times, likely her climaxes. It was always too easy to make Arya cum and he loved that.

  "You…" He whispered into her ear, his lips so close that she could feel the wetness of his breath. It tickled her and aroused at the same time. "You… should have been some lord's girl at this age. But here you are… milking the king's cock."

  "Ooooh…" Arya moaned. She wasn't someone who liked humiliation, nor was it her kink. But Joffrey's words made her feel how possessive he was about her. Somewhere in her heart, his obsession validated her decision to stay at the Red Keep and follow the King. To let him spread her legs and enter her whenever he desired.

  "You like it?" He whispered more, making his pounding thrusts slightly more intense. He pulled his hips back and rammed in, devouring that warm, tight clench of her walls with delight. "You love this?"

  "Ummmhmm… Mmm… Yess~"

  Joffrey felt even more greedy, wondering how far he could take this. So, he picked up the pace while mumbling more questionable things into her ear.

  "What will you do, Arya? Mine shall be the only cock you'll ever know."

  Arya wrapped her arms around his neck in response, pulling him harder into herself. She also locked her legs around his waist and pulled him down.

  Joffrey thrust hard with full strength this time.

  "Ah!" Arya moaned. "Yes!"

  Joffrey smirked and added more words. "Careful. If you continue, I might make your womb swell."

  "Oooooh!" Arya, as if longing for that exact thing, gyrated her slender frame under him, milking his cock in the true sense. She masterfully controlled the muscles of her cunt and wrung him.

  Merely hearing his words made Arya climax hard on his shaft, drooling out her hot juices, allowing him to pump and squeeze out every drop as his cock fit so perfectly inside.

  "Sansa." Joffrey suddenly shifted and sat back on his knees, still balls deep in Arya, fucking her with every jolt of the bed. Like waves, he moved back and forth, in and out of her hot sheath, till the tip and then balls deep.

  Arya watched him drill in, his chest sweaty and his golden hair drenched too. As if in a trance, she gripped the bedsheets and watched him lift her by her ass, and pull her cunt closer to himself for a better position. Every pull and prod made her hold her breath, every thrust could be felt traveling inside her tight tunnel.

  "Sansa, sit on Arya's face, would you?" Joffrey suddenly demanded the final push. To get the girls touching each other. "Let her taste some of my spill."

  Arya didn't seem to hear what he just said, lost in pleasure.

  Sansa, ever so submissive, stood up, straddled Arya's face with her knees, and lowered her sopping, frothy, sore pussy. She felt Arya's lips react as if she woke up from the fucking.

  "Oh!" Sansa moaned. She'd never cleaned herself after Joffrey came inside her. And it was the right decision, she felt. "Aaaah…!"

  Shameful yet sinful. Exciting and arousing at the same time. Sansa unknowingly began rocking her hips on Arya's lips. She would have stopped if she'd felt Arya's hands pushing her away, but that never happened.

  "Use the tongue, Arya," Joffrey ordered, lifting Arya by her ass a little higher so her hips were arched upward, her belly curved. Her legs dangled with his thrusts, but by arching her, Joffrey got closer to Sansa.

  Sansa quickly nded her hands on Joffrey's shoulders and kissed him. Thankfully, she'd already drank water and rinsed her mouth, giving the King what he demanded.

  The trigon of sin and pleasure formed on that bed. Joffrey fucked Arya and Sansa fucked herself on Arya's mouth.

  "Ummm!" Sansa cried, too aroused.

  "Lie beside Arya!" Joffrey ordered. "Spread your legs and be ready… Only inside you… remember?"

  "Yes, my love!" Sansa quickly shifted off Arya's face and leaving no space, she id down right beside Arya, both girls shoulder to shoulder.

  Joffrey hastened his pumps and for the nth time and made Arya come. He'd forgotten how many times she'd throbbed, convulsed, and came on his cock. She was already so tight and soaking wet that her tightening spasms went unnoticed.

  All he knew was that he'd fucked Arya good, to an almost dreamy state that night. She moaned and watched Joffrey pump inside. Her legs tried to lock around his waist as if to keep him in but he refused, never allowing her that.

  "Ugh! Too bad…" Joffrey felt the itch rise and quickly changed slit, shifting to the left on his knees and instantly embracing the warmth of a slightly less tight but all the same warm, erotic walls of Sansa.

  He shifted gears and went harder, ramming in deep in those known depths. He'd bedded Sansa a lot more than Arya so he felt comfortable going rough. Completely leaning into her, he almost folded her body like a box, his fingers sunken under her thighs, her knees pressed onto her breasts while he drilled down in that hot rosy slit, swollen from all that battering seeding.

  He thrashed her pussy down like he owned it, which he did. His first woman of sorts, a bride without any vows. His northern bride that was once promised to Robert Baratheon.

  His hot, northern cunt only for his pleasure.

  "Ugh!" He grunted in an animalistic greed, dark desires pouring in. He pressed under her thighs harder, his fingers leaving red marks as he pressed her down into the bedding. Oh how much he loved those armed expressions on her face. Delirious from the fucking but still aware of the darkness that Joffrey hid underneath.

  Sansa knew firsthand how blessed she was for he was a changed man. But in rough moments like such, she sometimes felt he'd returned.

  The Joffrey of the old.

  The monster that had gone to sleep.

  And to that monster, she felt nothing but submission and to her own shame, love.

  "Aaaaah… Joffrey!" Sansa moaned, squirting out her decration of love and surrender, her juices aiding his warming climax too. "Make me… Make me… bear your… seed… aaaah!"

  She couldn't lie anymore. She existed for this.

  For Joffrey's pleasure and to bear him as many offspring as he desired.

  No, she wanted it desperately.

  For as long as her womb remained full, she knew the monster would never return.

  She knew her Joffrey, her Prince, her King would always love her no matter how many silver-haired whores appeared.

  "Ooooooh!" Utterly swollen and sore, she felt his ramming cockhead right at her womb's entrance, knowing he was about to gush out his virile seed. "Anything… I'll… do anything… Please love me! Yesss! Breed me!"

  There she did it.

  A complete submission.

  "Gah!" Joffrey's pace became a messy, wet noise, his harsh thrusts bruising her cunt as he went harder for that final peak. He heard her and gave her what she desired.

  No longer Joffrey held back and just as Sansa finished riding her orgasm, he lost himself in her milking cunt with a roar, painting her fertile walls white with his seed. He lost his grip on her legs and let them fall while he colpsed forward, his face smothering into her red, scentful hair. But he kept himself buried deep, pumping out spray after spray of his watery culmination.

  He panted hard and almost gasped for air, all her final words had tickled a very dark part of his brain. He tried to keep that madness in control, it was hard, but coming inside her cunt had rexed his mind.

  "Hah…" He pulled out of her eventually and fell to the right, between the two girls. "Come here… both of you."

  Joffrey spread his arms wide. Sansa instantly slid over and pced her head on his shoulder, hugging his naked frame, ignoring the sweat and scentful mess at their groins.

  "You too, Arya."

  Arya reacted to his direct command and hugged him too, her hand on his chest.

  The three slowly caught their breaths and in silence, closed their eyes. Sansa and Arya fell asleep quickly, but Joffrey couldn't. Too many thoughts going on in his head made it hard to rest.

  Even Arya desires to be bred. Joffrey saw that as his greatest accomplishment for the night. That meant the girl was truly his now. But her submission was still cking.

  I still have more than a month before Catelyn arrives. By then, I'll have these two fucking each other's cunt out with their tongues.

  Why he felt such a strong desire towards depravity, he didn't know. In a way, he thought that it was simply his way of compensating for the ck of his other darker desires. He hadn't tortured or killed whores in years, and he'd definitely not sired bastards—unpnned.

  So, he reckoned, his lust was to offset his other desires.

  But he wasn't sure anymore.

  Let's worry about this after I win the damn war.

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  It was darkness everywhere.

  It was cold.

  Where am I?

  Joffrey felt aware that he was asleep. But he also knew this wasn't a dream. He could see his own body despite the darkness around him.

  Shhhh~

  In the distance he noticed something. A small flicker of light.

  He ran towards it at full speed, frowning as he got closer. It was a pile of wood from the looks of it and on the wood was a body lying, arms crossed on their chest, clothes regal, a male.

  Blonde hair?

  Finally, Joffrey stood just beside the pile of wood and froze in shock. His hands instinctively touched his own face, confused as on the pile of wood rested his own body, eyes closed, arms crossed, stones on his eyes—st rites for the dead, he recognized.

  "Me?"

  Woosh!

  All of a sudden the wood caught fire and his body began to burn slowly, skin melting, clothes burning, muscles sizzling.

  "What is this!?" He barked in horror.

  "That is your future, prophecy stealer."

  He heard the voice, the same demonic voice of R'hllor, echoing from every direction, focused on him. But this time the voice felt different, less demonic and more godly, more clear and direct. Unlike before when he faced an orb of light, now, there was nothing but the voice.

  And the pyre of himself before him.

  "You cannot battle against your fate and win, prophecy stealer."

  "Gods, do you ever stop prattling? I don't give a damn about whatever you're scheming. I will win—because I deserve to win. Every bit of it, I earned." Joffrey shot back in rage, eyes locked on his burning body. "Your petty tricks mean nothing to me."

  "You were meant to be a blemish upon the world, Joffrey Waters, a shadow of sin born of incest, doomed to die by treachery for the filth in your soul. This time, you have cloaked yourself in false majesty and built a throne of deceit. Yet the fmes see all. You live a stolen life, and fire will cim its due."

  Joffrey rolled his eyes and crossed his arms with pride. "Prattle on if you must. I stand here, breathing, when death itself came for me. The realm bends to my will, its finest women in my grasp—earned, not gifted by sorcery. And this? This trick of yours? I care nothing for it. Your Red Witch once swore Stannis was chosen, and look how that ended."

  "You compare me to a priestess who glimpses my truth in flickering fmes, her mind too fragile to bear my full presence. She who reads my whispers in the fire, while I am the very source of those visions—You equate me to a mortal?"

  Joffrey smirked, raising his chin with a hint of pride. "Ah, so I can endure your presence without losing my mind. I suppose that does make me quite remarkable, doesn't it?"

  "Because you are already lost to madness, prophecy stealer."

  "Not the first one to say that," Joffrey mused and exhaled. "If you've finished your pointless rambling, I think it's time I wake up. You, all so mighty, can't even deal with a pathetic lump of ice dares define my destiny. I'll carve it myself. Now, shut your mouth and keep those fmes on my sword. Stop, and I'll leave Westeros, settling in the far East. By the time the White Walkers come for me, I'll be a frail old man, having lived the life every man dreams of."

  Was it unsettling? Yes.

  Did Joffrey feel worried? A little.

  Did he care about what R'hllor said? No.

  "Consequences you cannot fathom have arrived. It is not just you who has been revived. Be mindful, prophecy stealer, for prophecies tend to fulfill themselves one way or another. If not you, then the Other."

  Woosh!

  The darkness crumpled apart and vanished in an instant.

  The next thing Joffrey knew, his eyes were pierced by morning sunlight through the curtains. The rge bedchamber still smelled of sex and their culmination. He felt the two beauties still squeezed against his chest.

  But Joffrey didn't get up, calming his heart.

  What did he mean by that? Who else got revived?

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  Despite the haunting warning by R'hllor, Joffrey stuck with his original pn. For the coming month and a half, he bedded Sansa and Arya almost daily, sometimes together and at times individually. When he got bored he slept with Val or Taena. At times he shagged Mhaegan too, and other times his tall, dark-skinned Summer Isnder Master of Whispers.

  But his main focus remained on the two Stark sisters. He made them kiss each other eventually while sucking his cock together. Then he made them eat each other out until climax, and eventually finger fucking. He gave them tools, wooden, smooth sticks a size smaller than his cock so the only true pleasure they knew came from him.

  He eventually cimed Sansa's rump and she loved it, surrendering herself even more. He spared Arya, he liked her tight cunt enough, the other one was for future special occasions. He mainly focused on turning her more submissive.

  He fucked Arya against the wall, on the table, on the balcony, by the sea, and even on the Iron Throne. He also spilled inside a few times, but Moon Tea handled the consequences.

  By the time the first lords started to arrive at King's Landing, he had turned the two Stark sisters into his loyal, daily bedwarmer who woke him up each morning with their delicate lips. Their cunts seemingly had his name written on them.

  He owned them and their wombs.

  Control, the very thing he chased. He finally had it.

  And just like that, the day of the final Great Gathering of the Lords came closer.

  Standing at the roof of the Red Keep he watched the King's Landing bustling, beside him stood Tyrion with a ledger in hand.

  "They're spending gold," Tyrion merrily decred. "Chataya has outdone herself. The silver-haired whores are fetching quite the price—though I suspect some poor fools are paying for the illusion of royalty."

  Joffrey nodded, not an ounce of smirk or smile on his face.

  "Worried?" Tyrion asked.

  Joffrey shook his head and looked down at the entryway into the Red Keep's walls. A carriage with the Stark sigil had just entered.

  "Uncle, the Great Gathering is the most vital affair in the history of Westeros. While I know most lords will agree, I fear some will bther their useless tongues to hinder the preparations, too greedy for their gold."

  "That is expected, nephew." Tyrion shrugged. "What do you wish to do?"

  Joffrey nodded and finally a cold, sinister smirk formed on his lips.

  "Arrest the deniers. I suppose Westeros could use a swift cleansing—For a righteous cause, of course. Treason against the Faith and humanity? Now, that sounds thrilling."

  Tyrion gawked at his nephew to find out if he was serious and that was all he saw. "We have the men for such a campaign?"

  Joffrey chuckled.

  "Why, we have three dragons."