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GOT: The Golden Lion

This story contains heavy lemon scenes. A LOT of lemon scenes. 50% plot and 50% lemon. ________________ None can battle against the gods; only accept all they may throw at you. Joffrey, a dying man a moment ago, now enlightened, watching the Battle of Blackwater Bay right before his eyes; a battle that had already been won, a battle that had already passed a year ago. But no more would he cower, for the knowledge he possesses gives him the tools to play the game like never before—Alliances, sacrifices, blood, betrayals, magic, love, lust, and a whole lot of sex awaits. But a ticking countdown Joffrey silently hears, foretelling the slow march of The Others to the land of the living with each passing moment. A Series by MrPlotThickens Aided by Ms.Squirtle

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Chapter 55 - Era of the Lion I

"I-Is that a collar, my King?"

"And a leash, Mothe—Cersei," Joffrey added, keeping an "innocent", yet excited smirk on his lips. "Can I put this on you, my whore?"

Cersei's green eyes shook every time she heard those degrading words. Initially expecting it to be the usual bodily exchange of pleasure, she slowly came to realize that Joffrey wanted something far more than the 'usual'. 

"O-Of course, my King." She tried her best to act the part. 

Joffrey smiled boldly at that and stepped back from the bed. Without speaking, he gestured for Cersei to approach him. 

She knew how to make a man excited and played her part as best as she could. She got on all fours on the bed and crawled towards Joffrey, swaying her hips more than natural, her almost see-through gown did little to hide her playful curves. 

"Good whore." Joffrey stepped closer once her face dangled from the edge of the bed. He placed the collar around her neck and tightened it just enough to make her feel it without suffocating. But then he stepped back again and tugged on the leash. "Get down."

Cersei let him lead her. She stepped onto the carpeted flooring and watched Joffrey take a seat on the bed instead, keeping her standing. The very next moment, he removed his breeches, followed by his tunic, which rendered him completely naked. The sizable erection between his muscular legs was charming to look at. Unable to deny its allure, she licked her lips. 

Joffrey looked up at her and met with her confused gaze. He sized her up head to toe and held back his aversion, letting his arousal take the helm. "A good pet should be on all fours, don't you think?"

"Ah!" Cersei felt the pull on her collar. Every inch of her skin grew goosebumps as Joffrey started to feel more and more unrecognizable. "Y-Yes, my King."

Hesitation? I like that. Joffrey relaxed on the bed and watched Cersei get down to her knees between his legs. But then she tried to hold his royal cock with her hands. 

"No, no… On all fours, whore. Only use your mouth." Joffrey swatted her hands away, taking extreme pleasure in the play. "And you'll need another name. A whore's name. How about… the Golden Whore?"

Cersei watched Joffrey's excited face for a while. Then, she looked back down at his twitching length awaiting her touch. She gulped, worried for what was to come next, and moved her face closer. 

"Faster, my golden whore!" Joffrey yanked the leash and slammed her face onto his heated loins. The entire length of his cock sloshed against her face with that. "Suck it!"

Cersei did just that. Without using her hands, she pulled her face back a little and then locked her lips around Joffrey's throbbing cockhead. Once she had it in place, she lowered her face slowly, taking more and more of him. 

"Deeper, whore! No hands." Joffrey commanded, albeit keeping his eyes closed. 

"Ummm…" Cersei moaned around his shaft and took him as deep as she could. Unable to use her hands, it felt harder to push herself to her limit. But she was determined to earn his favor and get back her lost privileges. "Ghk!"

"More!" Joffrey commanded and helped her take more of his cock in. His one hand pulled her down by the leash even more, while his other hand gripped a bunch of her golden hair and shoved it down. 

Cersei gurgled over her own spit, and his cock tickled the back of her throat. She gagged around him, the waves of her squeezing and relaxing throat, stifling and even more arousing. 

But Joffrey didn't let go until he felt her hands come up in an attempt to free herself. 

"Aaaah…" Cersei gasped for breath, eyes watery, and her face red. The burning sensation in her throat made her look at Joffrey with heated desire. At the end of the day, she also had an appetite for sex. "Forgive me, my King."

She quickly placed her hand back down on the floor and moved her face. She rubbed his soaking wet cock across her face first, rolling it over her nose, eyes, and then finally lapped up her own spit that had pooled around the base of his cock. The musky, stickiness did less to disgust her and more to arouse her. 

"Oooh… So big, my King." She murmured in lustful adoration. Each lick of her slithering tongue was a worship of his cock. "Just like your father… long and strong."

You mean Jaime? A whore through and through! Joffrey internally sneered. The fact that she even tried to equate him to Jaime did the job of ruining his mood. 

"That's enough." He pulled her face away by the leash. "Lie down on your belly and spread your cunt. I'll show you how I treat my whores."

Cersei took a deep, nervous breath and obeyed the command. She stepped beside him and then crawled onto the bed like a cat in heat. Reaching the pillow, she let herself fall flat, her fleshy, curvy arse up in the air. 

Better this way. Joffrey turned around and looked at her. No more looking at her face. 

He looked down at her supple, delicately soft flesh. Being a highborn woman, and a queen on top of that, she had access to every possible way to keep herself beautiful. He could see that just from the complexion of her legs. 

For the last time. You can do it, Joffrey. You're the fucking King. Joffrey reached for her thin nightgown and started lifting it. It was already resting on the backside of her knees, so from there he started feeling her soft, sweaty, glistening thighs.

But eventually, he got annoyed with the thin gown and simply gripped it with two hands and tore it apart. He threw one piece away, and the other still lingered on her mostly naked back. Her arse was all in his view, however, and it was fine to say the least. 

Over the years Cersei had gained a little more flesh, but overall her body remained one worthy of being desired by men across the realm. Well, all men expect the one on his way to shove his cock deep in her. 

Joffrey first caressed his fingers over the length of her back, from her shoulders to her hips. Finally, both his palms squeezed her asscheeks, kneading them and spreading them wide so that little star-shaped hole peeked out. 

"I have a gift for you, my golden whore." Joffrey declared and pressed one thumb dangerously close to her back hole. "Won't you ask for it?"

"What gift, my King?" Cersei moaned. The teasing touch of his hands already made her lose control and her cunt drool. 

Joffrey scoffed and kept kneading her cheeks all the while sliding himself up her legs until he straddled her thighs just under her rising ass. His cock tightly rested in the gap of her legs, pulsating against her drenched cunt. "Is that how a whore asks?"

"My King, please show me your gift. I beg you—oooh!" 

Joffrey abruptly pressed his index finger on her back hole and pushed in the tip. Cersei's gasp was intense, and he felt her muscles tightly clench around his finger. 

"This won't do," he mumbled and looked around. 

He noticed a goblet of wine right beside the bed on the small table. He leaned for it and grabbed it, splashing some of its contents in the midst. He returned to his position on her legs and poured some into her asscrack. That was the lubricant he needed to shove more of his finger in. "Tell me, my golden whore. Has this been visited before?"

"Umh…" Cersei gritted her teeth, trying her hardest not to clench. "N-No, my King."

"Am I welcome?" Joffrey asked and continued to spill more wine between her supple bottom.

Cersei cooed as Joffrey continued to push deeper. "O-Of course, my King."

"Why?"

"Because… I'm your whore–Aaaah! Oh, Jo–my King!" 

Joffrey sneered and pulled his finger out entirely. Without moving much, he picked up the small bag he had brought along. From inside, he took out a small, polished wooden thing, a design of his making. Its longer side was conical with a dull polished top, while the shorter side was wider and flatter, like a small doorknob. 

"Time for the gift," Joffrey warned and pushed the longer, conical side onto her back hole. He added more wine to it and kept pushing more and more.

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