Chapter 62 - Silver, Blonde, & Red IV

"Um-hmm." Sansa raised her hips just a little. But then she slammed back down, feeling too sensitive to his heated cock. She unwittingly clamped her petals around him, feeling his size leaving her gaping wide inside.

However, she didn't give up and slowly raised herself higher each time. Soon enough, the continuous slides on his length made her delirious and her body took matters into its own hands. She leaned further forward and rode him like he was a real stallion. Long, deep plunges on him made his cockhead kiss her cervix each time and left her stretched.

"Ah, oooh… Joff… I love you!" She moaned in pure pleasure and passion. She looked down at his handsome face and fell more in love. She felt needed, loved, prized—the only man to ever be inside her, the only cock she had ever known. "I love this… mmmmh!"

Such words from my docile Sansa? Joffrey mused and gripped her peaks hard. He pulled her front further down so she could support herself on her elbows. At that time, he raised his head and took those full, filled, delicious taunt mounds in his lips. The sizable, tight nipples rolled between his lips in no time, and with a simple suckle, her nectar flowed.

Of course, he hated the taste of milk. But it was the act of doing it, making her leak with his mouth, that aroused him to the peak. He kneaded her shapely breasts to his need and gulped down whatever she had to offer.

"Aaaaah! Oh god! Yes, yessss~" Sansa reached cloud nine. Her leaps on his cock sped up and she lost herself to the thrilling bites over her nipples. Her mouth fell open in the heat of the moment, silent cries of pleasure as she lost her breath, her eyes lost and hazy.

Joffrey kept his breath paced while suckling her fantastic breasts. The satin smooth flesh on her chest was just otherworldly. But he wanted to last longer, so he let her ride till she reached her climax. Her frantic plunges made it evident, and her clamping insides tried to milk him dry.

"Mmmmmmmm~ Yes, yes… Yesss~" Sansa lost herself completely and couldn't control her voice.

She fell down on his chest, taking her breasts out of his mouth. Like a hungry wolf, she claimed Joffrey's mouth with her tongue and ate his lips as if he were the finest nectar. Her ass throbbed and slammed onto his cock, hilt deep, and spasmed like a shivering furnace. Her back arched and fell continuously with each wave of climax she rode. Her feminine release coated all of his length and more.

"Aaah…"

"My turn," Joffrey whispered into her ear after stopping the kiss. With his strong arms, he made her slide down from his chest. "Hands and knees."

"Hmmmh…" Sansa spoke nothing and did as he commanded. But she failed to use her hands to support her front, and merely slammed her face onto the pillow. That made her ass rise much higher on her knees, giving a wider, deeper, and easier access to Joffrey.

Don't ever change, my northern bride.

Joffrey didn't waste time and shoved himself deep in the first thrust. Palms spread on her brazenly exposed, pale bottom, and he wondered if it was time to claim the black hole too. However, once he glanced at Arya, he postponed that.

Feeling the heat are you? He smirked.

Arya was awake, turned sideways away from them. But he noticed her knees rubbing against each other. No doubt, her hands were somewhere between them too. I'll be even louder then.

"Ah, ah… ummmmmm~"

Joffrey picked up the pace to the extreme immediately. His thrusts clapped against her ass, loud and clear. Sansa's mumbling moan couldn't be muffled even with her face on the pillow. He took pure delight in that messy situation and slapped her ass.

Pa!

"Aaaaah!"

Pa!

This is fantastic. Joffrey noticed Arya flinching when the slaps resounded. You'll be receiving these soon.

"Give me your hands," Joffrey commanded and gripped Sansa's wrists. Then, he pulled her body back, raising her front in the air, arching her back dangerously. That made each of his thrusts slam harder and deeper with her own body pushing back. It was heaven for him, pleasure for his cock and music to his ears.

"Oooooh~ Gods, you're… Joffrey… it's too much… she'll wake—aaaah!"

Joffrey didn't care and slammed himself harder. He felt his climax approaching very soon, and he couldn't wait to spill all of it inside his beloved woman.

"I'm close…" He said and let go of her wrists. As soon as Sansa slammed back into the bed, Joffrey leaned forward and began driving his cock downwards, slamming her hips into the bed and making everything perilously shake.

The deep, heated, wet squelches turned more audible as if he was drilling himself into a well, not a cunt. But perhaps this time it was as well, as he felt utterly drenched by her heated core. Sansa was perfect in all ways. He couldn't wait for her to turn into a fine ripe woman like her mother.

Too bad I can't fill her womb again. Not until I have Daenerys under control.

"Ugh!" Joffrey slammed harder into her raised hips. That made Sansa lie down flat on the bed, his cock sleeping deep inside. He gave her a few more rough thrusts before driving his full length in and laying flat on her entire backside, letting his balls pump out all the royal balm he had in store for her cunt.

It was heavenly. The sensation of that thick fluid traveling through his length and ejecting into her scorching warm insides. Pure bliss, no matter what others might have to say. He loved being the fucking King, and he loved the privileges that came with it.

"Take the Moon Tea," Joffrey whispered into her ear and slid away from her, landing in the middle of the bed.

He exhaled deeply, staring at the dimly lit ceiling.

Still naked, now limp, but utterly drenched, he gazed at Arya. She had stopped touching herself, so he acted like he was asleep. A few long moments passed, and Sansa was definitely in dreamland. But Arya had resumed rubbing her legs together.

Thank you for giving me a chance. Joffrey smirked and abruptly raised Arya's quilt. He got underneath it and hugged her tight, slender body from behind, slamming his slowly awakening cock on her shapely buttocks. She had grown ripe into an age to be married to some lord by now, but she had fallen into his hands.

He felt her body turn stiff as soon as he hugged her. His arm slid onto her waist and curved around her entire belly. He pulled her back into himself until he was sure she felt his heated cock against her ass.

"Joffrey…"

Joffrey didn't respond. Instead, he slid his hand down from her belly. With each inch down, his fingers danced and pulled up her gown from the front. More and more, he soon felt the humid heat on his fingers.

"Ummm…" Arya suppressed her lips with both her palms.

Joffrey chuckled and felt her loins for the first time. Before, he had only been in her mouth and seen her perky tits. But this time, he felt the flesh of her thighs, warm and soft, but toned. His palm brushed past her pubes, and they were noticeable.

In no time, his fingers slid between her clenched thighs and reached her virgin, tight flower. Oh, how insanely drenched she was. The ease at which he slid between her wet petals was otherworldly. But he remained alert not to push his finger inside. No, that honor was reserved for his cock only.

"Let me help, Arya," Joffrey whispered into her ear and dropped wet kisses on her nape. To feel her more, he gently slid his other arm under her neck and reached for her breasts from the front. He eased under the neckline of her nightgown and felt her tight buds atop the perky hills.

"Oh…" Arya had never felt such a thing before and lost herself to his touch. She didn't hate this feeling but disliked the one giving them to her. But it was so… "Ummmh~"

Joffrey felt her to his heart's continent. He searched for her clitoris and after rubbing his fingers all over her tight, soaked entrance, he finally found it. The little hidden nub sent electric jolts across her body. Enough that she convulsed against his chest.

Oh? She's close? He mused. But it was understandable since she had been touching herself throughout his heated exchange with Sansa.

"Let it out… all of it," Joffrey whispered into her ears the entire time. Licking her lobes, kissing her everywhere on the neck. Unlike Sansa, he found Arya's charm in her fierce personality and her tight, warrior-like body. Although he preferred a beautiful, curvaceous warrior like Val, he couldn't deny Arya had a different flavorful charm.

"Oh!" Arya tried to say something, but only moans came out.

Joffrey rubbed her clitoris harder, circling and teasing with his wet finger, bringing her closer to climax. "How about I make you the first female knight in Westeros, Arya? Imagine the honor, the glory. All you have to do is join me in the battle in the Reach. Of course, the deal stays—best me in a duel, and you and Sansa are free to go."

"Ah, ummmmmmm~" She pressed her face as hard as she could and intensely convulsed against Joffrey's chest. Her hips thrust against his fingers on their own and before she knew it, an intense wave of wondrous pleasure drowned her mind, thoughts, and body.

Her breath rose and fell, the touch of his rough palm on her breasts felt so much hotter. She never realized that being touched by another person felt so different from her own. So wild and wonderful, she couldn't explain it. A one-sided pleasure her whole mind could drown in.

She muffled her cries and let her body erupt in waves of pleasure. The sweet lava flowed, and she loved every second of it. Not new to climaxes, but this was something else… something far more pleasurable.

"Hah…" She finally relaxed her lips and breathed intensely.

Shamelessly, Joffrey still didn't stop pinching and playing with her tight nipples or remove his hand from her exciting cunt. "So, what's your answer?"

"You-uh…" Arya mumbled, still sensitive to his touch. Yet, she didn't remove his hands. "You just want to f-fuck me."

"I do," he replied and kissed her earlobe.

"Shameless." She barely scoffed, almost moaning. "I-I won't let you, Joffrey. I'll beat you soon."

"I can't wait," he replied and pulled his hand away from her cunt and rested it on her waist. He pulled out his palm reaching for her breasts, and let that arm stay as her headrest. Following that, he just fell silent, as if trying to sleep in that extremely intimate state.

Surprisingly, Arya didn't push him away, or leave the bed. She, too, shut her eyes and relaxed in his embrace.

Joffrey smiled proudly at that. Arya was too entertaining to toy with. He liked that.

I can tell why that fat fuck was obsessed with Lyanna now.

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That same night, in a bedchamber distant from Sansa's, Cersei downed goblet after goblet of fine wine. The frown on her face refused to vanish as she paced left and right inside the room. Not because of bad news, but because of the nausea she felt ever since morning.

"Ugh…" She suddenly rushed to a large, washing bowl and leaned into it. "Uwaaa…"

She felt her belly knot up and her insides try to come out of her mouth. Then, she vomited out all that she had drank in the last hours.

However, her lips grew a big smile amid that misery. Her eyes gleamed bright, and one of her hands reached for her belly, caressing it with pride, greed, love, and hope.

"Oh…" She stopped at last and fell back into a reclining chair. "Oh, Mother… Thank you for this blessing."

She caressed her belly continuously until her eyes fell heavy and sleep took her. The smile never left her lips.

Not even when the golden-haired Kingsguard, her brother, stared into her chamber that entire time. From the beginning to the end, from the pacing to the vomit, from her first word to her last word.

He watched everything, frozen in place, hand clenched on the hilt, his teeth gritting, and eyes furiously red.

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