Chapter 91 - The Burning Lion I

Who's the one kneeling now, Daenerys Targaryen?

Eyes locked with hers, Joffrey proudly relished the sight of her tightly clamped lips against his thrusting shaft, the skin being pulled by her lips, the sound of that sliding flesh so audible. It felt triumphant, fucking the Mother of Dragons like a common whore.

"Ummh, um…"

Joffrey thrust hard, squeezing through her tight throat to let her take in all his length until she gagged and choked. Her struggling violet eyes and mouth widened with her nose pressed atop his faint pubes. It was all proof of his victory over her mind.

And this is merely the beginning.

"Ghk!" Daenerys struggled hard to contain Joffrey's fat cock. But her hands never pushed him back, only her claws scraping over his abs. She continued to look at him, teary-eyed, yet warm all over, and of course between her legs. She felt so full in her mouth, stretched to the limit, so shameful, yet pleasuring.

Hearing Joffrey's relishing moans and grunts tickled her heart somehow. As if there was a joy to seek in making this lover of hers blissful. For a while, she let him gain back his lost steam through the warmth of her maw.

"L-Let's… continue." Joffrey slowly pulled out of her mouth, gently giving her back some room to breathe. Such a view as the long, thick, sticky strands of his precum and her spit stretched from her lips to his cockhead. "You look lovely."

He showered a few compliments from time to time to keep her heart warm. The rest of her body was for his cock to heat up.

Which one now? He thought about the next position.

"Let's do… hands and knees." Joffrey pushed her in his desired direction, turning her around so she faced the fireplace. Then, he pushed her down by her neck until her elbows landed on the gown-covered floor while her knees raised her pale, plump, spread ass with all that musky spill of his from earlier, maintaining a creamy froth to aid his re-entry.

In front of the flickering warmth and light of the fireplace, Joffrey knelt behind Daenerys, both his hands groping her supple asscheeks, spreading them to peek at that slutty slit.

"Ah…"

He smirked at Daenerys' uncontrolled moan. He only probed his purple knob in at the start before slowly drilling in, feeling the hot tugs and squeezes of her cunt. It seemed to have a mind of its own as his thick manhood felt the embrace from all sides.

It won't be so gentle this time.

Joffrey thrust hard on the last few inches, striking her innermost core with urgency. He gave her no time to relax and gained a continued rhythm, fucking her with the sole purpose of just fucking. His thighs struck her asscheeks, sending waves of ripples with each thrust. The clapping of their flesh was loud, more than her moans.

"Ah, aaaah… Joff… s-slow…" Daenerys moaned in pleasure, her flower sore from the previous lovemaking. On her elbows, she stared at the fire, the dragon eggs on it. Her lips curved into a passionate smile, her eyes tried to squeeze shut as it became too much. He filled her to the brim with his stiffness, stretching her to the limit.

Pa!

Joffrey gently slapped her ass, marking her pale skin with a red palm mark.

Pa!

He struck the other asscheek and earned her desperate moans. As if her womb greeted each strike of his length, she writhed, struggling to keep her bottom raised. So close to her release already, the hints of spasms drew Joffrey further into his heightened lust.

"Ooooh… This is… You're… it's so warm inside me…" Daenerys muttered nonsense, panting between each word spoken. Her head finally fell down, too tired to keep up.

Joffrey graciously helped and leaned down behind her. Then, he wrapped one arm around her slender neck and pulled her entire body back on her knees, right against his chest all the while his thrusts continued to spear through her squelching cunt.

Let's test her limits.

Joffrey wanted to see if Daenerys had submissive tendencies. If she did, then controlling her would be easier. Up until now, he had already understood women by the way they liked to be fucked. Val was a warrior, brash and open, but her thoughts were pure and straightforward. So, she liked to be fucked rough, slapped even, and be treated like a Wildling, even if she didn't like that word.

Arya was a confused soul, but she desired more intimate and slow, guided sex. Meanwhile, Sansa was too adamant about being a model wife, hence her submissiveness went beyond mere obedience. To her, it was her duty to satisfy her noble husband no matter how gentle or rough he might be in bed. As for Catelyn, she was a noblewoman who liked passionate sex, and she wasn't submissive but rather gave more priority to feelings.

So, Joffrey tightly wrapped an arm around Daenerys' neck and squeezed her against his chest. His other arm went around to play with her bouncy tits, pinching her rosy nipples to arouse her more. Her lower back remained arched as her hips found no place to straighten, constantly getting pumped by his thickness.

"I-uh… forgive me, Daenerys, but you're too good…" Joffrey groaned into her ear, "You're squeezing me… so much!"

"Aaaah! Mm… Joff!" Daenerys raised her right arm and reached for Joffrey's head, her fingers combing through his golden locks. She felt his sweat, his bodily heat so closely, inside and outside. "I-It's okay… I like this… I'm… Ooh!"

Seeing her willingness, he tested the boundaries by pumping harder. He stopped fondling her breasts and played with her clit, while the arm on her neck tightened, almost choking her without endangering her.

He grunted and breathed heavily like a lion onto her nape and ear, his whispers of appreciation forming goosebumps across her glistening skin. He squeezed her body, he fondled her mounds, he pinched her clit, all the while sliding his lengthy need with cervix battering thrusts. He claimed her for himself, a war of minds that he slowly won.

Daenerys Targaryen, the woman of King Joffrey Baratheon.

I can feel it. He felt her cunt shivering and pleading to climax. Let this sow the seed. Take me, my silver-haired whore. Take my seed and grow it in your womb, uh…

Joffrey stopped pinching her clit or choking her. With both arms he hugged her waist and squeezed her harder into himself, all the while letting her front fall back on the floor, this time supported by nothing but her breasts and face.

Joffrey slammed his cock with each thrust, plunging deep, diving from the tip to the hilt each time. He rammed into her flat body, splaying her legs with his knees to give himself more access. Each shove pushed her body up towards the fireplace, and each pull sullied her gown underneath them.

Their mixture of bodily fluids formed a musky, sinful cream around the base of his cock and all over her swollen red cunt. He felt annoyed he couldn't see it all, but finding comfort in her steaming hot shoulder and neck, he focused on kissing her there and pumping his seeds in.

"Aaaaaah… yes, I'm there… just a little more!" Daenerys writhed underneath him, her muscles spasming, shivering at his deep kisses to her womb. Her fist clawed at her gown, and her moans echoed in the room.

"Gah…" Joffrey put his weight on her back and embraced her so warmly. On the verge of creaming inside, his pace hastened but thrusts grew shorter. "Together… Daenerys… with me."

"Yes! Together!"

Although Joffrey hated acting so loving and warm, and rather preferred more intense and reckless fucking, he couldn't afford to annoy Daenerys before she bore him the fruits of his labor.

"Uh… Uh…" Joffrey's agonized gasps grew louder, fatigue finally seeping in. Hot and moist, he slathered her nape with his kisses while the growing tickles in his balls and her squeezes gave him the last push.

He bucked within her, frozen balls deep, and all of his meaty length vanished in her tight cunt. Her own erotic spasms massaged the last of his need before the explosion of bliss came. He twitched, bordering small thrusts, oozing the frenzied release, the baby-making batter spurting as close to her womb as he could.

"Oooh!" Daenerys never stopped moaning, the throbs of her lover's cock felt like pinches in her swollen cunt. Her burst of ecstasy came right as she felt his cream fill her insides with warmth. It was fiery, and her entire body shook, turning sore on the floor.

Feeling so insanely stretched by his girth, she burst with that watery climax again and again, hearing the splashes even. Some leaked out between her pale thighs, while the rest drenched his spent cock.

She writhed, and he bucked within. He pumped the last few drops and she climaxed the final streams of sticky mess. Her and his, their bodies turned rosy from the heat, their faces the same.

"Ummm…" Daenerys took deep inhales and felt Joffrey's hair as his face landed against her right shoulder. "You're… quite the lover… Joffrey."

Joffrey kissed her neck from the side, still keeping her in place, his cock buried deep and slowly relaxing. "You too, Daenerys."

Finally, he pulled out of her slimy mess and rolled over beside her, catching his breath while staring at the ancient ceiling. Then, he pulled her over his chest, bringing closer her steamy lips to plant a gentle kiss of affection.

His rough hands explored her entire back, at times clenching her ass. He was nowhere near done, but for now, he needed to catch his breath. Besides, with her clothes now covered in the culmination of their passion, she had nothing to wear.

Proudly submissive? He decided on the verdict after some thinking. It appeared Daenerys wanted to get fucked roughly, but without acknowledging that she was doing what a whore would do. She wanted the illusion of nobility to remain.

"Hungry?" He asked while caressing her silver hair, letting her rest her face on his chest and listen to his beating heart.

"Hmm… starving."

"Thanks to your dragon, we have something to eat. But we need water." Joffrey replied and tried to get up. He looked towards the hall where the entrance hatch was.

Daenerys aided him this time. Still completely bare, her cunt was slimy inside despite being wiped. By the fire, shamelessly, she sat with her currently most desired man, and prepared some meat. "I hope it rains."

I hope so too.

Joffrey, although maintaining a charming smile, was worried about the future. As per the plan, he had started the breeding of the Mother of Dragons, but it was unknown if he'd get to even savor the fruits.

That fucking lizard.

Just like that, his displeasure for dragons intensified. Especially for Drogon.

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