Chapter 7. The Rise Of Joffrey Baratheon

"Shhhh, just spread them and… do what whores do."

Joffrey stared at her dry slit, ignoring her tearful eyes and the faint resistance that was slowly dying out. He licked his lips at how soft and gelatinous-looking her sensual entrance was, tight as expected from an almost petite woman like her but surprising, considering she had given birth a few months ago.

Sightly enough to be licked and cherished with my royal tongue, but only if you weren't a lowly whore. Joffrey sighed at the lost opportunities and looked up at her still scarcely covered body, only to feel his cock go harder. But those milking tits… No doubt, I will have the toll recovered from those.

He raised her single-piece dress towards her neck, getting a view of her slim, soft belly. It was almost hard to tell that it contained life not too long ago. Higher and higher, finally, the underside of her swollen, tight, perky breasts came into view. But before going all the way up, he looked at her face and leaned forward, pushing his face closer to hers.

"Those tears." He went further up on her small body, pushing her further down flat on the bed, and finally licked the tears off her cheeks, "Are useless…"

Mhaegen wept even more, clenching her eyes and trying to stop her dress from being lifted further. Her spread knees, however, failed to squeeze shut as Joffrey laid between, his royal shaft resting dangerously close to her delicate softness.

"P-Please… Your Grace… I beg y—"

Joffrey licked her lips, stopping her from saying anything. He remained there, a little distance from her lips, trying to make her accept him and take initiative. However, she dangerously tested his patience. The young mother refused to be who she was and serve him.

Has she forgotten I'm the bloody King? Not that fat oaf who placed his seed in her?

Joffrey felt confused, so he beckoned his head, looked at her crying face, and gently caressed her messy, light-red hair away. "Stop crying and look at me, Mhaegen. Otherwise, I will be much crueler."

"L-let… umm… me g—"

Pa!

As she continued pointlessly weeping, Joffrey harshly patted her face and woke her from the strange stupor. "I said stop crying!"

She shut up instantly and wiped her tears away. Albeit feeling Joffrey's weight on her, she looked to the side at the far-away table and made sure her child was alright.

What a strange woman. Joffrey was more than amused. Should I call this honorable or foolish?

"Tell me, why do you insist on resisting? Do you think you can raise a daughter without working? I don't suppose you're literate either," He asked with genuine curiosity. "So why do you resist the favor of this King?"

With fear in her eyes, Mhaegen replied, "I-I'm King Robert's woman… How ca—"

"You're a whore." Joffrey corrected her delusions. "He fucked a new whore, lady, or any woman he saw each night. Do you think your daughter is the only bastard he sired? He's been seeding bastards all across the Seven Kingdoms since the day he learned how to use his cock."

Mhaegen was speechless. The little wall of happy flowers she had built around her mind began to crumble. "B-But he told me… He was so good to me…"

"Most men are good to the woman they sleep with," Joffrey replied, gently placing his palm on one of her lush swells, damp from the leaking nectar. "Now, I have a proposition to you, Mhaegen. I can protect Barra, and let you live a life of comfort, away from whoring. And in case she grows to be a beautiful, learned lady, I'll help her marry a Lord."

Mhaegen soaked her lips with her nervous tongue and looked at her sleeping daughter on the table. "W-What will I have to do, Your Grace?"

Joffrey smiled rather devilishly and tightened his grasp on her surging softness, "Show me why a man like Robert Baratheon, known for his debauchery, not only fucked a single whore repeatedly but also put a bastard in her belly."

"I don't… I don't know what he liked, Your Grace." Mhaegen felt terrified since she herself had no idea. "I'm just an ordinary—ah!"

Joffrey squeezed his hand harder until more of her nectar leaked. Licking his lips, he stared at her conflicted eyes, the hint of freckles on the bridge of her nose really giving her pale charm a new flavor. "In that case, I'll have to explore myself. Tell me, will you let me?"

"Ummh…" She struggled a little under his grip and eventually nodded. "W-Will you honor your world, Your Grace?"

"One condition."

She panicked and stared at him with a questioning gaze.

"For the rest of your life, your body and mind shall belong to me," Joffrey smirked, sliding his hand to her lips and prying them open to plunge in a single finger, sensing her fear rising. "Of course, I promise I won't harm you or hurt you… beyond maybe… a little roughness in bed."

Mhaegen gulped nervously and nodded. "I accept… Your Grace."

"Good." Joffrey again lowered his lips towards her, but didn't take her since she was too beneath him, at least for now. "But it all depends on your performance on this bed… right now."

She immediately understood his words and willingly raised her face to meet Joffrey's but only reached his neck. This time, she took the initiative, licking him with her tongue. Yet, her eyes still held the same nervous look, likely worried she'd fail to pleasure her new King.

Joffrey raised her dress that barely covered her. Further above her head, and then finally off her body. He looked down and noticed the particularly ripe globes, velvet and swollen, with her sensitive pink tips erect, showing a hint of something white.

I will make sure to taste these later. Joffrey amusedly decided and looked further down between the gap of their bodies.

"Spread," He commanded and received her immediate submission as she spread her knees wider. "Let's see what's so special about your cunt."

"Ummmph!" Mhaegen reacted right away and clenched her teeth and palms, awaiting the intrusion.

Joffrey didn't know if she was wet or prepared for him, nor did he care. She was a whore, and he wanted to fuck her like an animal would—like Robert would. He speared his bulging, purple head between her tight folds.

"Tight?" He looked surprised at the sensation of resistance. He felt the tightness squeezing his skin, pulling it back as he pushed deeper in while eclipsing her body underneath himself.

"Ah… Your Grace!" Mhaegen yelped, throwing her head back on the bed, "B-Be gentle, please…"

Joffrey did precisely the opposite. Beckoning his hips just a little for a moment, he shoved back in all the way, spreading her petals apart for his sizable cock. "A little roughness on the bed… I warned you."

"Umhmm…" She moaned through her clenched teeth and tried to please him. "Y-Yes, Your… Ah!"

Joffrey didn't let her speak. He didn't come there to hear her speak. Quickly, he began rocking his phallus in and out mercilessly. Unlike Sansa or Margaery, with her, he didn't have to care about inducing too much pain or being too rough. She was a whore, and he treated her like one.

However, when Joffrey looked down, all he saw was her doll-like face struggling to hold herself, while also taking in all he had to give. The little quivers she made with her lips, squinting eyes, and gritting teeth all made him feel as if he was committing something wrong.

Is that what Robert was into? Joffrey wondered, and formed a conclusion.

"Ummmm… Ah, Y-Your Gr… Not s… Aaaaah!"

She never completed a single word in her attempts to speak as her moans overcame her. But Joffrey gave her more as he leaned down on her body, forgoing the support of his arms at the sides.

Immediately, while his royal spear maintained a constant rhythm, he lowered his face close to her tight, swollen, leaking breasts. "A treat that Robert never got to taste."

"What? Aaah… No, Your Grace, that's fo—oh, ooooh!"

Her young, soft, moanful request was ignored as Joffrey took her tight nipple in his mouth. He gobbled up some gluttonous flesh while pushing his tongue against the bud and, with a ravenous suckle, drew the nectar out.

"Ummmm, aaaah!" It was as if Mhaegen didn't even know how to moan properly and screamed at the suction from a man's mouth. The feeling was much too different from a child's as Joffrey also massaged her mounds with his hands while his pumping cock drew pleasure from another sensitive spot.

Joffrey felt his groin heating up and the climax reaching closer. But he didn't want to end this so soon and pulled out of her dampness. But his mouth remained suckling on her breasts, one after another.

"I must say…" He tried to speak while keeping his lips on her tight buds and nibbling them to agonize her further. "The taste's growing on me."

"Ah, ah… Ooooh Seven!" Out of breath, Mhaegen wriggled underneath him as Joffrey wrapped his firm arms around her lithe waist and pulled her body up with himself. He easily dragged her to the edge of the bed, then slid his arms underneath her knees and lifted her up. "Your Grace!"

Joffrey smirked and stood up, watching her scared look in his arms, feeling even more aroused. "I think… I'm starting to understand what made you different."

Joffrey lowered her on his throbbing length midspeech, fucking her open easily, aided by the wetness of their raw sex. He felt every inch of her squeezing him as she cried and tightened her grip around his neck. She shoved her face on his shoulder so hard that her spit and tears glazed his skin.

She fearfully wrapped her arms around Joffrey's neck and rested her chin on his shoulder. "W-What is it… Your Grac-ah, ah… Not so deep!"

Joffrey was tantalized to the peak and walked to the table where the sleeping baby was resting. "I think… I might just keep you, Mhaegen… ugh!"

Aided with his arms, he lifted the young mother and threw her down on his cock with ease, while her legs dangled apart. With each dive into her pussy her groaning cry echoed. No doubt, every single whore in the building must have heard it by now.

"Mmmmmmm…. Unh… Unh…"

He finally walked to a wall and pushed her against it. That allowed Mhaegen to relax and loosen her arms around his neck. Joffrey seized the chance and arched his back, leaning his face down to take her nipple back in his mouth and squeeze her nectar out.

Oh, Maiden, Oh Mother—Which one of you is making me take such pleasure in this activity? Joffrey asked himself and the Gods; why he was enjoying fucking her and sucking her maternal globes. Could this be because Mother never fed me herself?

Joffrey ravaged her breasts with his hands and teeth while sometimes circling his palms up and grabbing Mhaegen's hair and pulling it to make her scream, which excited him even more. His mouth drooled all over her, and the little drops of her milk that leaked soaked her belly, and eventually united with the squealching mess of their sex.

"Hmmm… You… are…" Joffrey plunged harshly into her as he noticed how nasty it had become. The whiteness of her milk now trickled down to his cock, arousing him to no end. "Such… a good whore!"

"Ah, ah, oh, ooooh, Yo-oh Graceeee~!" Mhaegen found herself savagely thrown against the wall, squeezed, and fucked. She dug her hands on the King's back and almost clawed on him, but never dared to injure him. "Ungh… It hurts! Ah… mmm…"

Joffrey mauled her body, her breast, and fucked her with such passion that her soreness could be felt in the swollenness of her petals. His cock plunged in with a mind of its own as her moans came so close to his ears.

"Uuugh… Such a good cunt!" He felt his release almost reaching out. "But… I'm no fool!"

Just before he could spill out in her depth, he pulled out and released her legs. Mhaegen fell to her knees right away, being too sore to stand. And that was precisely what Joffrey wanted as he grabbed hold of her light red hair and shoved his cock between her little lips.

"Suck it!" He shoved it in like it was her cunt. With the wall behind Mhaegen, she couldn't beckon her face either and had to accept his rough thrusts. "Eat my cock, wench!"

"Ummmm… Ngh… Yo-uhg… Grashhh!" She dared not push Joffrey away but pleaded for some calm. Her gaze constantly stared up and met with Joffrey's. The tears in her eyes welled up from the constant probe and choking. Her face turned red from the ravishing.

"That's it!" Joffrey smacked his lips together and simply fucked her mouth. He rested his palms on the wall and thrust his hips hard until his pelvis struck her nose each time. At times, he grounded his shaft deep in her throat until she gagged. "Good… I'm about to…"

"Akh! Ghk!" Mhaegen felt the pulsating cock twitching even harder inside.

After a few moments of pleasuring plunges into her face hole, Joffrey felt his hardness reach its peak. An intense frenzy of sexual pleasure overcame his being, and a long, hot release escaped his shaft.

"Take it all!" He ordered while grounding his release deep in her throat.

"Aaarkh… Gk!"

Mhaegen coughed and choked, trying to push Joffrey away from her face to take some breath. But having no care for a whore, Joffrey only gave her an inch and kept pouring more of his seeds.

Cough!

She couldn't take it anymore and coughed harshly, sputtering out some of his cream from the corner of her lips. Ruining her face, they drizzled down onto her milk-coated belly and further to her soaking sore pussy.

Joffrey continued with slow thrusts and relaxed in her warm lips. He remained there until she gulped it all down, keeping an eye on the mess she had made. As always, there's a great difference between fucking a whore and fucking a noblewoman. Let's hope Sansa learns quickly… She's easy.

At last, he stepped back and gave Mhaegen some room to breathe and relax. She spread her legs all the way and fell on her ass, knees wide. The look of bewilderment and arousal on her small face was everything that Joffrey enjoyed.

"You did well." Joffrey cleaned his cock with Mhaegen's dress on the bed and proceeded to wear his clothes.

Mhaegen, still coughing and gasping, had nothing to clean herself with. So she asked the King right away. "B-But I did nothing… Your Grace."

"Oh, that's precisely why my father liked it." Joffrey chuckled. "No matter how many times one might embrace your cunt… Your face and voice make it seem as if fucking an innocent maiden for the first time—like a forbidden pleasure."

Mhaegen finally gained some courage and stood up. The first thing she did was to check on her daughter. "I… he only ever did it on top of me."

"Considering his size, I'm sure he enjoyed shagging you like a savage… What else could you expect from a brute?" Joffrey replied and finished dressing up. "Be happy, Mhaegen. From now on, you shall be responsible for preparing my baths in the Red Keep."

"Barra!" Mhaegen yelped, worried for her daughter's safety.

Joffrey scoffed and walked up to Mhaegen. He thoroughly looked at her lithe, naked body, glazed with his cream, her own milk, and climax down there. Smiling, he caressed one finger on her likely aching tits, scooping some of the milk and his cum, and smearing it on her lips.

Mhaegen confusedly accepted his actions; there was no other choice. Nor was she in the mood to reject anymore.

"Don't worry, your safety will be assured," he promised and stared into her eyes, giving her a resolute and dangerous look. "From now on, when I tell you to bend, you'll show me your cunt. When I say kneel, you'll gape your mouth and suck my cock—only my cock."

Mhaegen gulped and fiercely nodded. "Y-Yes… Your Grace."

"Very well." He smiled at last and left through the door as if nothing had happened. He noticed Chataya on the ground floor speaking with other whores, all with troubled faces. But he chose to ignore them and left with the Kingsguard waiting for him outside.

Time to start preparing for the first outing. He gritted his teeth as he hated having to leave King's Landing. But it was all for a prosperous future—for himself. I hope Tyrion got the ledgers.

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Tyrion did get the ledgers from Little Finger's brothel. And then, with the help of Illyrio Mopatis, the entire ledger was evaluated and rewritten to make sense. Once that was done, Joffrey had all the details required to incriminate and kill Petyr Baelish.

However, that wasn't the goal. The man was responsible for far too much than just embezzlement and corruption. In his own words, chaos was a ladder, and the realm was in the chaos of his making; He was also the key to its end.

But, as a man so scheming, it was going to be hard to make him speak. However, Joffrey knew of the weakness that was Petyr Baelish's achilles heel. The man had lived almost the entirety of his life with only one goal—an obsession for which he hoped to gain power, wealth, and glory.

Climbing the social hierarchy ladder, with the end prize as his greatest reward—a person for whom his heart throbbed. An unrequited love that had gone too far.

So, as Illyrio Mopatis departed, Joffrey spent the coming two months preparing everything and laying the right traps. More than Margaery, he focused on Sansa and made sure she'd feel loved at almost every moment they'd come face to face.

As promised, she never drank moon tea, and Joffrey, as promised, attempted to sow his seed in her. Almost every night and morning, but always in private.

Winning her fanatic devotion was the most critical key to winning the North, and he made sure she felt his love thoroughly. It was hard, but thankfully, he had a new servant, Mhaegen, to handle his more… wilder side. As for Margaery, she was slowly learning her place as a 'wife' to the King first, not as the Queen.

Schemes played out, as did many failures. But finally, after intensive planning, the day arrived.

After months of physical training in combat, studies, sex, and schemes—the time for the greatest test had arrived.

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Inside the packed Throne Room, Joffrey sat on the Iron Throne alone, with not even Tyrion beside him. Many nobles, High Septon, big traders, and highly influential commoners had arrived for the special dinner feast hosted by the King.

Lord Tywin and Lady Olenna Tyrell, the two most influential people in Westeros, were also there, one stoically standing and the other constantly smiling with a thousand hidden schemes. All those with half a brain knew that something big was going to happen tonight. However, the one most confused was Cersei, as she had no idea what Joffrey was planning. Varys had done well hiding his tracks.

Amidst the chattering, Joffrey knighted a few men whom he deemed loyal to himself or essential for the future. But as the time rose closer to dinner, he got to the final sequence of the evening.

Thud!

A metallic thump resounded, attracting everyone's gaze. Joffrey rose from his throne alone and lifted a weapon resting at the side. Only now did many notice it was none other than the Warhammer of King Robert Baratheon.

Thump!

Joffrey, once again, slammed it on the floor and silenced everyone, his eyes slyly measuring every character. With a crown on his head, and his clothes royal and yet modest, he seemed to be the most underdressed for the night.

Don't you disappoint me, Petyr Baelish. He glanced at the man in question. I know you're cooking something despite the agreement.

"Guards!" Joffrey suddenly roared. "Arrest Lord Petyr Baelish, and make him kneel before me!"

Gasps and chattering immediately arose. Many became terrified, thinking it was a purge, while Olenna and Tywin watched in amusement.

"Joffrey!" Cersei was the only fool. "I-I mean, Your Gra—"

Thump!

Joffrey slammed the Warhammer on the ground again and glared at the woman. "I shall not tolerate this disrespect again, Cersei Lannister! The King is speaking—Your King!"

Remembering how unpredictable he was, Cersei shut her mouth and walked towards her father, trying to make him intervene. However, Tywin scolded her and shut her up.

I'll deal with you later. Joffrey held no love for the woman.

"Lord Hand, please read the crimes of Petyr Baelish so all may hear."

Tyrion wearily stepped forward and unrolled a scroll, already feeling the heavy weight on his shoulders. He still couldn't bring himself to believe how Joffrey had changed. But, he was given the respect he always desired, and that was enough.

"Lord Petyr Baelish, Master of Coin, is accused of corruption, embezzlement of the Royal Treasury, mishandling gold, and bankrupting the Crown directly or indirectly through his brothels—Best use of gold, if I must say." Tyrion always had his little remarks no matter what, earning a few giggles from the crowd.

But then he continued, revealing a number that finally left everyone speechless. "More than thirteen million Gold Dragons have vanished since the appearance of Lord Petyr Baelish, and the proof of his crimes has been found after meticulously assessing his ledger with the aid of famed Illyrio Mopatis, a merchant-prince and a Magister of the Free City of Pentos."

Thump!

Joffrey silenced the crowd and descended one step down from the throne's platform. "Petyr Baelish, do you accept these charges?"

He wouldn't—Everyone believed Lord Baelish wasn't foolish enough to accept such a criminal charge.

"In matters of culpability, Your Grace, I must candidly confess my involvement." Shocking everyone, Petyr agreed while staring at Joffrey, a smile always present on the wicked man's lips.

Good! Finally, he took the bait! Joffrey heaved a sigh of relief. I must thank Sansa later.

It confused even the likes of Tywin and Olenna as to why Petyr would confess. Refuting the charge was as easy as denying it. Everyone still remembered the Tourneys of Robert Baratheon, after all.

So why?

The answer was hidden in what occurred that morning earlier.

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A few hours ago, in the early morning.

Petyr received a peculiar word from Joffrey, and the place he was invited for a meeting was even more amusing. It was Sansa's room. He found himself standing outside, pondering what Joffrey could mean by that.

But once he stepped inside, he noticed Joffrey sitting on a chair at the side, facing the door. While Sansa stood beside his chair, clad in a beautiful figure-hugging dark red gown, tears filled her eyes.

What is the meaning of this? Petyr asked himself, but he was no fool and greeted the King in order.

"I received your word, Your Grace," Petyr bowed.

"Take a look at those ledgers, Petyr. You're a dead man."

Ledger? These aren't mine. Petyr confusedly walked to the bed's edge and took a glance. Page after page, he noticed it wasn't his writing, yet the numbers were all too familiar. This is why Tyrion was interested in my ledgers.

"Don't be shocked; even Illyrio Mopatis was amazed at your skills while deciphering them," Joffrey taunted.

Petyr tried to find a solution to the situation, but knowing Joffrey, that wasn't going to happen. Lest he be beheaded like Ned Stark, he knew he had to find a way out of this mess. "Y-Your Grace, I assure you I—"

"Confess and live in exile," Joffrey exclaimed. "Deny, and you will be killed. Brutally, I might add."

Petyr gulped. He indeed wanted to get as far away from Joffrey as possible at the moment. But this mercy confused him since the crime was quite substantial. "W-Why this mercy?"

Joffrey suddenly smiled, scaring even Petyr. "Well, considering how close you have been with Lysa Arryn—aborted child, affair, even handing over Tears of Lys to poison the old senile Lord Arryn… Well, I don't care about that. Help me get rid of Lysa Arryn, and you shall receive this King's mercy and a reward."

"Reward? What rewar—" Before Petyr could finish, he found himself dumbfounded as Joffrey stood up from his chair, walked behind Sansa, and disrobed her with a simple pull on the gown from her shoulders. There were no small clothes, and he could clearly see all her youthful beauty; The perky mounds, toned belly, long legs, and that hidden womanhood.

"Ummm…" Joffrey didn't stop and hugged her waist from behind, squeezing her body tightly while resting his lips on her neck and licking her ivory skin right until her ear. He cupped her breasts and massaged them, making her spread her feet with his own, showing more of her tight slit. All the while, Sansa cried with pleading eyes.

"W-What reward?" Petyr found himself asking again as he felt the warmth in his loins.

Joffrey smirked and savagely handled Sansa, who made vocal cries as she was pushed back on the table and thrown back until her legs dangled from the edge, spread wide. But then Joffrey lowered his breeches and placed his throbbing cock at her entrance.

Move away! Don't you… boy king! Petyr fumed underneath his calm face. His clenched fist made it obvious. Oh, Sansa… your pleading eyes… I'm helpless; don't look at me like that.

"The reward, Petyr, is Sansa's maidenhood."

Petyr stared at Sansa's visible spread cunt, and Joffrey's cock that rested almost an inch away from the entrance. "But she's no maiden anymore, you've…"

"Her maidenhood is a political tool that's too valuable, Petyr. Besides…"Joffrey chuckled, leaned onto Sansa's naked body, and grabbed her small breasts. "You must know that there are many other ways to draw pleasure from a woman's body than just her cunt."

Petyr gulped when he heard that, his eyes remaining fixated on Sansa's face. How much her red hair reminded him of young Catelyn. The tears in her eyes aroused him, wanting to be the one drawing them out of her.

"I'll count to ten, Petyr. If you don't make a decision to help me deal with Lysa Arryn, I'll shove my cock in Sansa and take her maidenhood," Joffrey gave an ultimatum. "After which, you will be slaughtered. So choose wisely, exile with Sansa at your side for the rest of your life, or death?"

"One."

Petyr silently tried to think of other schemes and ways out. But his arousal hindered his ability to think, and the sight of Sansa, the idea that she was all for him to ravage, was like a dream come true. What were his options anyway? Only a fool would choose death.

"...Five."

"M-My Lord…" Sansa cried his name all of a sudden. "P-Please… save me… Joffrey is a monster! It hurts… please…"

"Seven!"

Joffrey began pushing his cock a little, grinning all the while.

"Ah!" Sansa moaned.

Anything is better than death. I need to stall this at any cost. Petyr made up his mind at last.

"Nine!"

"I accept, Your Grace!"

Joffrey stepped back and pulled up his breeches, leaving Sansa to cry in a fetal position as if he actually took her maidenhood.

"Very well, confess to the crime tonight in the Throne Room. Take the name of Grand Maester Pycelle as the one who supplied Lysa with the poison. Furthermore, confess that Lysa confided everything to you, including the letter she sent to Lord and Lady Stark, to seed a feud between House Stark and House Lannister."

Wide-eyed and shocked, Petyr felt scared for his life. Joffrey seemed to know things that he shouldn't.

"How will I escape then?"

"You'll only be charged for corruption. A ship will await you at the port, with this sweet delight, Sansa, tied in the captain's quarters—for you to relish."

Petyr couldn't just take his word for it. "I need guarantees, Your Grace. Words got Eddard Stark killed… I wish to keep my head."

Joffrey nodded and glanced at Sansa. He chose to take a risky step. "I believe the confession will take place during the special feast tonight. If I don't exile you, you may publicly reveal the result of Lord Arryn's investigation to the realm."

"I… I accept the terms, Your Grace." Petyr couldn't believe his ears, and chose to leave right away and prepare for his departure. "I shall be there tonight."

Thud!

Once the door was slammed shut, Joffrey took off his breeches again and walked back to Sansa. He turned her up and laid her straight on the table, noticing her smiling face.

"Sansa, may I take your maidenhood?" He asked in a sarcastic tone.

Sansa giggled and spread her legs for him, raising her knees at the table's edge. Oh, how beautiful she was all around, how smooth her slippery petals were. "Oh no… Somebody save me… My lovely Joffrey is going to ruin me… Oh, this maiden! The Seven have mercy!"

It was rare, but Joffrey had a genuine laugh from her reply. And without further ado, he eased himself into her depts that had grown accustomed to him, but he never failed to draw out peak pleasure from her tightness.

"Aaaah… Joffrey!" Sansa took his name, having gotten used to it. "T-thank you-oh… It was Petyr all aloooong~"

Joffrey fucked her vulgarly, clutching her thighs roughly, and pulled her feet towards his chest. "It was all him, Sansa… It was all his game, and we were fools."

She smiled and spread her pale arms wide, inviting Joffrey to kiss her lips and make love to her passionately. "Thank you for avenging my Father."

Avenging? Ah, she thought it was Cersei, and now Petyr who schemed against him. Joffrey realized and decided to let that confusion remain.

"Ummm… Yes… Give me everything… my King."

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Back in the present, things unfolded as Joffrey desired. Petyr confessed to the first crime, and when Tyrion read the following crimes of hiding the culprit behind Lord Arryn's murder, Petyr elaborated further.

"...Aye, it was Lysa who killed Jon. She had grown demented… She's mentally insane. That woman was infatuated with Robert, her son. When Jon revealed his intentions to foster their son at Dragonstone with Stannis, it broke her. Having had multiple miscarriages and stillborn, she could not accept it… And finally, she poisoned Lord Arryn."

The gasps continued, and even Olenna and Tywin appeared surprised at that revelation.

"S-She told me everything because she still held romantic emotions towards me, something I couldn't reciprocate. After Lord Arryn's death, she revealed to me that…" Petyr glanced at Lord Tywin there. "That… she sent letters to Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Stark, claiming that the Lannisters poisoned Lord Arryn… Pycelle gave her the Tears of Lys in return for gold… he should still have the chest full of gold hidden somewhere."

"What?!" Pycelle immediately rose and jumped forward to clarify.

"Enough!" Joffrey roared and walked further down the stairs, dragging the warhammer behind him. "For a lone woman's unhinged insanity, this realm has been soaked in blood. Countless lives lost, noble houses destroyed, pointless animosities formed… all because of a misunderstanding crafted by Lady Arryn!"

At last, Joffrey stopped beside Pycelle and glared into his eyes. "Because of leeches like you, this realm remains constantly poor, suffering… Haaaaa!"

"Your Gra–"

Boom!

A deafening roar, and then an echoing thump.

Joffrey lifted the hammer with both hands and slammed it straight down onto Pycelle's head, shattering the old man's already feeble neck and leaving a gaping hole in his skull.

"What has become of this realm!" Joffrey bellowed and looked at multiple faces, blood spilling everywhere under his feet as he dragged the hammer. "The merchants are stealing, the nobles are murdering each other, the poor are dying of starvation—Are we savages? No better than the wildlings?"

"Greed!" Joffrey stopped in front of Tywin for a moment and glared into his eyes, then did the same in front of Olenna. "Lust for Power!"

Then Joffrey paced around the room, where Petyr was still kneeling with two Kingsguards pointing their swords at him.

"No more wars and corruption!" Joffrey dragged the hammer and finally stopped in front of Petyr. "But for his honesty, Lord Baelish deserves a reward… Haaaa!"

As soon as Joffrey began raising his hammer with both hands, Petyr realized everything and tried to jump back. "You incestou—"

Boom!

"Aaaaargh!" Petyr groaned in pain like a dying dog. He dodged the strike on his head but received it on his groin. As if a balloon with water had burst open, Petyr's entire belly had exploded in a gory display of mad violence.

But Joffrey, as if possessed by Robert Baratheon himself, raised the hammer again with a roar. "This is your fucking reward!"

Bam!

Petyr, already shocked in pain, saw his left knee turn to a pulp of muscle and blood, sprinkled with shards of bone.

"This is what happens to traitors!"

Bam!

The other knee was lost.

"This… Is… King's Justice!"

Thud!

At last, with no sanity left to doge, Petyr received the Warhammer straight to his face. But Joffrey didn't stop there and slammed the hammer a few more times, turning Petyr 's entire body into a mush of blood, flesh, and bones. Crimson was everywhere, even on Joffrey's face and the Kingsguards' capes.

Once it became hard even to recognize what the mangled red mess was, Joffrey stopped, panting. His striking blue eyes were starkly visible that evening, and his blonde hair somehow seemed a little less yellow.

Joffrey left his Warhammer on the corpse and started walking back to the Iron Throne. While walking, he took off his royal coat and then the tunic inside, getting fully naked from the waist up, which revealed the lean muscles all over his body—his hard work on display.

The bunching muscles of his shoulders, his firm, sleek, and slender muscular build, and the hint of abs. It was everything that no one expected their King to have. This didn't look like the body of a boy king who lazes around.

"Lord Hand." Joffrey took his seat and called Tyrion. "Send ravens to all the houses of Vale. Inform them about Petyr Baelish's confession. Tell them, if they do not apprehend the treasonous Lysa and her son, and bring them here, Vale shall receive no supply of grains from the Reach or Westerlands. Furthermore, we will block all their ports."

He glanced at Olenna Tyrell and received a faint, smiling nod from the old woman. At last, Margaery's cunt came into use.

Then he looked at Tywin and, surprisingly, received an instant nod. Strange, I expected him to glare at me since I didn't discuss it beforehand.

Tyrion quickly rushed away. "I will see to it right away, Your Grace."

Finally, Joffrey received a cloak from one of the Kingsguards to cover his royal body as he stood up. "Forgive me for this unsightly occurrence. I couldn't hold myself at the thought of how many people I could have fed with the money Lord Baelish stole."

Go, fools. Spread the word all across the Seven Kingdoms. Tell everyone how ruthlessly compassionate your King is. Joffrey chose his words carefully and ended the gathering.

"The feast has been prepared outside, so proceed there. I shall join after getting myself cleaned," He ordered, and quickly the guards guided everyone out.

"I suggest everyone go… I mean everyone."

At his command, even Cersei had to leave despite her attempts to run up to him and hug him. Thankfully, soon, almost everyone left, but one lone lion remained standing in his place, and not even the Kingsguard had the gall to usher him out.

What do you want, Old Lion? Joffrey couldn't deny it; he felt nervous. Ah, why is he coming closer? Angry at me for killing Pycelle?

Tywin Lannister walked all the way to the foot of the throne and looked up at Joffrey. There was complete silence for many moments, a strange sparkle in the old man's eyes.

"Grandfather," Joffrey tried to break the silence.

Finally, Tywin nodded, and shocked Joffrey with a faint smile. "My son and daughter never could, but today, you've made me proud of being a Lannister again."

What is this? Honor among thieves? Joffrey felt awkward receiving praise from a man he wanted to kill.

"You have learned well." Saying that, the old lion turned around to leave.

"Grandfather!" But Joffrey called for him. "I… I have learned plenty, but I'm still a cub learning to use my claws. May I… have a word in private with you in the morning?"

Tywin didn't look back, but the smile on his face couldn't be hidden from the Kingsguards. "Of course, my grandson."

Perhaps using the Old Lion can be of help. He must be desperate, considering the almost empty gold mines. Joffrey silently nodded and planned for his next steps. The Unsullied have already set sail, journeying here. Finally, the time draws closer to that fated wedding, my stepping stone into the North.

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The dinner feast went by, and night fell. Nothing more eventful occurred, but a few places in King's Landing were raided in search of Petyr's hidden money stash. Some of it was recovered, and the Brothels were put under the indirect control of Tyrion.

However, when almost everyone had gone to sleep, Joffrey still found himself wide awake and walking the many long hallways of the Red Keep. Dressed in a modest, single piece of tunic and breeches, he made his way to Cersei's room with two of his Kingsguards.

With second thoughts and doubts in his head, he still contemplated if he should take this step. But in the end, no matter what, after knowing the future, he knew Cersei could never be trusted.

"Stand guard here. If anyone enters, I will skin you alive!" Joffrey brought the sheathed short sword in his hand as if he were entering to kill Cersei. Then, he gently pushed the door open and entered.

I can't believe I'm doing this, but if I'm to leave King's Landing, I need this ambitious lioness under control. Joffrey sighed, walked through the faintly lit area, and entered the much wider open room. It's even bigger than my room.

"Ah!... Ummmm… Oh, Jamie~"

What in the Seven Hells! Joffrey froze in his place and looked at the bed. There, under the candlelight, he saw Cersei lying completely naked on the silky sheets, her legs spread wide and her fingers dipping in between, in search of pleasure. Fucking incestuous bitch!

No matter what, he hated this one aspect of himself. If only he had Robert's true blood, nothing would have happened. He would have lived a happy life as the King. Ned wouldn't have died, and the War of Five Kings wouldn't have happened.

"Aaaagh…" Cersei was still at it, squelching in her wetness with her two fingers, arching her back and raising her graceful mounds. "Oh… Jamie, so big… Our son has grown… soooo big~"

With a plain face, Joffrey silently watched the woman please herself. Known for her beauty, even he couldn't deny Cersei was a strikingly beautiful woman. Her wavy, golden hair was a natural sign of her nobility, and her fair skin, as well as her enchanting figure, was the cherry on the top.

Oh, my fat fuck of a father, if only you had taken her name while fucking. Cursed with knowledge, Joffrey lamented his fate and the rising mound between his legs. The things I do for this damn realm. I should kill her the first chance I get, but right now… I will have to swallow the bitter poison.

"Unnnngh… yes, yes, yes…"

Seeing her climax approaching, Joffrey stepped forward into the light. But when she still failed to notice him, he walked all the way to the foot of the bed, and watched Cersei fuck herself with her fingers. Her long, smooth legs rubbed on each other, her one hand groped her breasts. Her mouth was open in loud moans, her eyes closed, and her golden hair disheveled. She was a sight to see.

But to Joffrey's surprise, he felt nothing. She was a dead woman in his eyes.

"Need help?"

"Hmm?" Cersei opened her intoxicated eyes. But instead of screaming, she smiled widely and intensified her fingering. "Oh… You're here… Oh my big boy… So big… So strong!"

How drunk is she? Joffrey wondered and tried to wake her up again.

"Mother, it's me."

"Yes, yes, yes… call me that again. My beautiful, strong boy… all mine!" Cersei closed her eyes again and touched herself everywhere, "That bitch Margaery will never take you from me… Ah, yessss~"

Joffrey sighed, removed his tunic, and climbed onto the bed. At the rustle of the silky sheets, he laid beside her and gulped. The scent of wine was firm on her, and her sweat, as well as her aroused sex juices combined, made a different kind of scent.

I don't want to do this. Joffrey gritted his teeth, stopping his hand almost a few inches away from touching between her parted creamy thighs. But she'll kill Sansa once I'm not here; Maybe even Mhaegen.

Someone mad enough to blow up the Great Sept of Baelor was insane enough to do anything in Joffrey's eyes.

"Mother, wake up! It's your fucking son!" he tried to wake her to her senses again.

"Ummm!" Cersei moaned and squeezed her breasts. "Yes, baby… You're my sweet Joff… Ah, come to mother… Come, baby!"

That was it, Joffrey couldn't bring himself to care anymore. The perfect strategy was already planned in his head. After all, blaming a drunk woman for fucking her own son was easier than approaching her sanely and seducing her.

Seven, forgive me, but I must commit this madness. That's all this whore knows. Harsh words for the one who gave birth to him. But after being reborn, nothing matters. All means were justified for the end goal.

"Ummmm… Ah!"

Joffrey caressed his fingers on her toned, heaving belly and carefully slid down. His two fingers curved themselves and replaced hers, easing into her soaked pussy. Not tight, but not loose like an abused whore either.

"Ooooh… Baby… Yes, Jamie!" Cersei caressed Joffrey's muscular chest and dreamt of Jamie. "Faster… almost there…"

"Not yet." But Joffrey had another plan and slid closer to her body. While one hand explored her squelching slit, he drew his face closer to her perfectly round, beautifully formed breast. Creamy white, with a pink nub on top. He suckled on it right away as if trying to draw something out.

"Unnnngh… Fuck Jamie!" Cersei moaned like crazy. She turned towards Joffrey, and hugged his head with both her arms, tightly pulling him to gobble up more of her plump mounds. His hand, at the same time, nastily dug between her gap since she squeezed her legs together, almost humping her hips on his fingers.

I hate this… I fucking hate this. Joffrey closed his eyes and tried to finish her so she'd faint. The plan was to just wake up beside her in the morning, naked, with his cum on her pussy. For that, he didn't need to put it inside.

"Oh, oh, sooo~ gooood… Come on, yes, yes, faster, deeper… harder," Cersei wildly muttered to herself. "Ummm… I want more… Give me more!"

She suddenly slid one hand down and squeezed it under his breeches. Her palm gripped his cock tightly and began stroking.

"Hehe… ummm so big and loooong~" She giggled and licked his face all over, eventually getting on top of him. Her eyes were open now, but it didn't seem to change anything. "Gimme that fat cock… fuck this royal pussy, Jamie… fuck it like never before… Oh I missed this…!"

"No!" Joffrey tried to push her away as she lowered his breeches. "Not now!"

But Cersei again pushed him down like a lioness and gobbled his cock in her mouth without warning. She sucked it harshly, squeezing with her fingers and tugging with her lips. But that only lasted a few moments.

Fuck, she won't fall asleep unless I… I fuck her. The idea of doing it haunted him. But seeing Cersei was on her way to slide his cock in already, he gave up. I'll have to drown myself in wine to forget this… Fucking incestuous bitch. I'll make sure to use your guilt to my heart's content.

"Ooooh… Unghhh!" Cersei finally lowered herself on his throbbing cock. Her cushiony ass planted on his lap, and her pussy swallowed the entire length of his cock in one go. Her reactions varied, from cries to rolling eyes, from biting lips to squeezing her own nipples.

"Jamie… fuck me… fuck me like a whore! I missed thi—aaaaah!"

I'll kill you both soon. Joffrey closed his eyes momentarily and decided to take matters into his own hands. Fine, I'll treat you like a whore then… Cersei Lannister!

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