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GOT: The Golden Lion

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 30 - Marriage Matters & Taming Begins I

That wrinkly whore! She planned everything.

Joffrey groaned as he walked out of Red Keep and entered the smallfolk-infested streets of the city. His Kingsguard followed him closely as he approached Chataya's brothel in the Street of Silk. Although he owned most of the brothels on the street and many more, his relationship with Chataya was that of a partnership.

Soon, he left the guards outside and walked into the tall two-story building. The arousing, airy scent of exotic spices hit him right away. He walked over the mosaic floor and arrived at the common room, where cushioned resting places sprawled nearby leaded colored glass windows, while an old man in a corner played pipes.

"Your Grace."

Joffrey turned and saw one of the whores, Dancy—as he remembered her name. She was a woman of fine curves, heavy breasts, pug-nose, freckled, and thick red-haired. While interesting, he never felt attracted to her, not after bedding Sansa and Catelyn.

"Where is he?" Joffrey questioned, his tone much calmer and intimate with the woman. He was no stranger to the establishment anymore, a part owner, in fact.

Dancy simply looked upwards. "In the turret room, Your Grace. Alayaya is entertaining the guests."

Joffrey hummed and looked left and right. It was in the middle of the day, and since King's Landing and the realm were now thriving in peace, people were too busy during the daytime. But at night, all the brothels made fivefold compared to the past.

"Where is Chataya?" He asked for the owner.

Dancy pointed to another grand room behind her. "The other guest you had invited is being entertained by her, Your Grace."

Edmure Tully is here too? He arrived faster than expected.

Joffrey nodded in understanding and walked towards the stairs. However, he stopped midway, realizing that dealing with the special guest above wasn't going to be easy. "Which one of you are available?"

Dancy smiled sweetly, happy to serve the wealthiest customer. "Including me, there is Armeca, Jayde, Marei, an—"

"Bring Marei," Joffrey ordered, much to the plump whore's dissatisfaction. She wanted to pleasure the King, too, after all.

But she quickly, respectfully, stepped back and walked to the private area for the girls to rest and prepare for the night. Soon, a lone woman, very much in her early twenties, walked through the room's Myrish screen curtains.

"Your Grace!" she chirped, her smile a genuine display.

Joffrey let her approach him while he ogled at her form. Marei was different from other whores—green eyes and porcelain skin white as snow. Her most noticeable feature, though, was her long, straight hair that appeared silvery and pale, and white-gold in different lights.

"Join me upstairs." He extended his hand to her, his temper far more scheming and gentle in comparison to the little twat he was in his past life.

Marei was more than happy to join and, while holding his hand, led him upstairs.

Joffrey measured her curves through her flowing green silk dress. Not chubby or full, she was slender with a sizable bosom that would fill his hands sufficiently, her rear round and plump for his taste.

However, the aspect that he liked the most was that she was literate and solemn. She seemed dignified to fuck, and Joffrey loved it. Far more than he should, all because of a rumor he had come to know about Marei's parentage.

Her father was none other than the old lion, Tywin Lannister. The Hand of the King in the era of Aerys II, who made the tunnel under the Chataya's brothel.

The age matches, and her features… Those green eyes can't be a mere coincidence.

Marei's literacy, and her calm demeanor made her rather pleasant to bed. Like a triumph over Tywin, one of the only few people in Westeros he feared.

"Your Grace, the room is occupied." Marei stopped as they arrived at the curtain on the doorframe.

Joffrey smirked and squeezed past her, grabbing her by the thin waist and dragging her forward into the turret room. "I know, and that's why we're here."

"Mmmm…"

"Aaaah… Yess… My Prince…"

"Oooh, that's soooo wonderful~"

The room was occupied, and the battle of flesh and pleasure was at its peak. One man struggled between two women, one a shade darker than the other, one pleasuring the man with her cunt, while one pleasured herself on the man's face, all the while, the two women lapped up each other's tongue in a heated exchange.

"Ehm…" Joffrey cleared his throat as he entered the room with a massive canopied bed. He pulled Marei to the side towards a large velvety, soft recamier by the wall. He pulled Marei to sit on his lap sideways while his hands went to grope her flesh and disrobe her, pulling her shoulder straps.

Marei quickly got to pleasure the young King and showered wet kisses over his neck while her delicate soft fingers unbuttoned his surcoat, reaching for his tunic inside, all the while moving her hips to warm up his royal cock.

Joffrey grew impatient, however, as the man on the bed didn't seem to notice him. Only Alayaya saw him and acknowledged him with a bow of her head. But she was pulled back down soon enough, the man entering her tightness and earning her moans.

"I didn't know Your Grace liked this sort of entertainment." Finally, the man turned to look at Joffrey while his hips kept squeezing like a rhythmic dance, the other woman eating Alayaya's mouth.

Joffrey relaxed back in his seat and let Marei do the work, taking off his surcoat and tunic until he lay naked above. She quickly got between his legs then, kneeling there and fumbling with his tunic's bind. "Welcome to King's Landing, Prince Oberyn."

Just then, Marei gripped the waistband of his breeches and pulled them down, freeing up the hardness of his shaft, straight up, pointing to the whore's lips. She quickly took him in her hand and stroked him, giving him the first wave of splendor.

Joffrey caressed Marei's long, silvery locks, untied and draping her still-clothed back. But for now, he desired the heat of her mouth on his tool.

"Impressive," The Red Viper commented, gazing at the royal cock with a smirk. "Care to join?"

Ugh, I had heard the rumors… Joffrey hid his displeasure at the invitation.

"As intrigued I may be with swordsmanship, I'm afraid I must decline this duel," Joffrey replied, earning a chortle from all the whores present in the room.

Oberyn smirked and pulled in his paramour, Ellaria Sand, beside his chest to soak his lips in her luscious lower lips. All the while, he fucked Alayaya's spread slit with hastening plunder.

Joffrey felt somewhat jealous, wanting another woman to please him. But he remained content with solemn Marei as she tried her best, taking in all his length in her throat, trained very well, no doubt. Her hands worked wonders to tickle his balls and caress his belly.

"If not to play, what brings Your Grace to this lowly establishment?" Asked Oberyn.

Joffrey breathed deeply, holding Marei by her beautiful locks and shoving her face down to pleasure him more. "Just wanted to see the famed Red Viper."

"Hah, it's not red, I'm afraid. Pale brown?" Oberyn replied, kneading Alayaya's jiggling buttocks while inching to his climax.

Joffrey snorted, finding the man somewhat similar to Tyrion in terms of using humor in every sentence. But his focus broke off as Marei stood up, her height average as she blocked his view of the bed.

There, she pulled the strings from her shoulders and let her silky dress pool around her feet. Completely naked, she stood there to be admired, a work of art that was her body. Slender, with pink nipples and small areolas, her moist depth decorated with a tiny patch of silver blonde pubes above.

"May I, Your grace?" Marei asked.

Joffrey nodded and let her step closer to him. She spread her legs and placed her knees on each side of his waist on the soft recamier. She straddled his lap and lowered herself slowly, taking his length with her hand squeezed between their chests, guiding it to her heat.

Joffrey continued to stare at her face, finding pleasure in her bitten lips and careful eyes. His hands gripped her ass, and without a warning, pushed her down.

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