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In the land of Westeros, a lustful man found himself reincarnated in the womb of Cersei Lannister. From the moment he drew his first breath, he knew he was different. He was born with a hunger for power and a desire for women that could not be quenched. His name was Joffrey Baratheon.

As a young boy, Joffrey's cruelty was already beginning to show. He would watch as his mother entertained suitors, his eyes filled with longing and lust. Cersei, who had always been a beautiful and powerful woman, found herself drawn to her son's intensity. She knew she should resist, but she couldn't help herself. One night, they gave in to their desires and he breeds her.

Not long after, Joffrey set his sights on his younger sister, Myrcella. She was just a child, but that didn't matter to Joffrey. He took her innocence, relishing in the power he held over her.

As Joffrey grew older, his madness and cruelty only grew stronger. He became known throughout the kingdom for his sadistic and manuplative tendencies. But despite this, the women couldn't resist him. He was handsome, powerful, and had a way of making them feel desired.

Joffrey was soon betrothed to Sansa Stark, the eldest daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark. Sansa was young and innocent, and Joffrey couldn't wait to defile her. But he would have to wait, as his father was still alive and Joffrey was not yet king.

When Joffrey's father died, he finally got what he wanted. He was crowned king and Sansa became his queen. Joffrey took Sansa's virginity on their wedding night, reveling in her cries of pain.

But Joffrey wasn't satisfied with just one woman. He wanted them all. He turned his attention to Arya Stark, Sansa's younger sister. She was wild and untamed, and Joffrey knew he had to have her. He took her by force, not caring about her pleas for him to stop.

Next, he turned his attention to Catelyn Stark, Sansa's mother. She was a beautiful woman, and Joffrey couldn't resist the challenge of taking her. He seduced her with sweet words and promises, and soon she was giving in to her desires.

Joffrey graduated every noble girl and woman in his court from their virginity, breeding them all. He fed on their cries, desperation, and helplessness. All of the women gave birth to his daughters, and Joffrey's power only grew.

As Joffrey lay in bed with his latest conquest, he couldn't help but think about the women he had yet to breed. He knew there were still many left to conquer, and he couldn't wait to claim them as his own.

"Yes, my love," he whispered in her ear as he entered her from behind. "Scream for me. Let me hear your pleasure."

The woman beneath him moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. Joffrey smiled, knowing he had her right where he wanted her. He would never stop, never tire of taking what he wanted. He was the king, and he would have them all.