Chapter 20 - Home Sweet Home II

Am I the epitome of evil? Joffrey wondered as he soothed the woman. Out of her three sons, he had directly or indirectly killed two of them. Better be evil than a fool like my old self.

He kissed the side of her neck deeper, just below her jaw. Wet, smooth against her warm, silken skin. His hands went down from her neck as he kept embracing, both palms resting on her large breasts, one of things he truly appreciated in Lady Stark.

"I-I'm… hopeless…" she muttered, slanting her face aside, unknowingly giving Joffrey more space to kiss and lick on.

Joffrey finally squeezed her plump mounds. Ripe for his taking, like a fruit at the peak of perfection. He couldn't care less about her worries. All he wanted was for her to spawn a few bastards with his blood.

That required a gentle touch, however. So his kisses went longer, wilder, and his palms fondled her more until she let out hot, harsh breaths. She had discarded her heavy cloak herself, after all. She had expected this happening from the instant Joffrey arrived back at Winterfell.

"No, you are Lady Catelyn of Winterfell. You hold the heart of the King, his support backing you," Joffrey said, pressing his erection on her back. "You are not hopeless, as long as I'm alive."

I wonder if Sansa will have a boy or a girl. Joffrey wondered at that exact moment.

Catelyn breathed heavily, turning her face toward her shoulder where Joffrey's face was. She searched for the warm embrace of his lips, and Joffrey gave it to her. As she remained seated, Joffrey had to lean down to kiss her face. But he moved from her back to the front, standing between her and the mirror.

Feeding from the sweetness of her mouth, Joffrey pressed his tongue, probing her mouth with the hunger of a lion. The taste of wine from the dinner still lingered on her lips, and mingled it with his own.

Their deep breaths resonated together, tugging and probing onto each other's lips. Catelyn had her eyes closed, both her palms resting on the sides of Joffrey's face, ravishing at the moment and having her mouth plundered.

But Joffrey had his eyes open, his hands untying his cloak, then his tunic, followed by his breeches and the undergarment. Before Catelyn could realize it, Joffrey stood completely naked in front of her.

"Umm…" Catelyn hummed in displeasure as Joffrey beckoned his face away from her. But to her surprise, as Joffrey stood up straight, his cock dangled before her mouth. "Oh…"

"You are mine, are you not?" Joffrey asked her, softly placing one palm on her head and stroking her hair, while his other hand stroked his cock to full erection.

Catelyn's eyes remained stuck on his virile manhood, twitching in invitations to her lips, the swollen head calling her to spill her tongue out, and the tiny slit at the tip charmed her to taste its concoction.

"Y-Yes-sh…" Midspeech, Catelyn parted her lips and took him in her mouth, or perhaps allowed Joffrey to lean into her.

Joffrey stepped closer to her face, both his hands went to her head and gripped her red hair there. He dug in deep at the first try, coating his cock with her needy spit and stroking her clenching throat. He didn't hold back with her anymore, having won her in mind and body already.

I don't have much time left. Joffrey felt the urgency to return home. Better put my seed in her as soon as possible. Bless me, Seven.

"Ugh…ghk…ummm…" Catelyn gagged, choked, and still sucked him with a desperate hunger. She made sounds that could only be called dirty. She kept her eyes closed, as if savoring every veiny bump of her lover's cock, squeezing her lips and sucking her cheeks in to pleasure him.

Joffrey not only thrust his hips back and forth but also used his hands to rock Catelyn's face on his shaft. It was a two-way pleasure that threw him into a frenzy of bliss in no time, edging him to a release.

It's wasted outside. He reckoned and moved out of her melting mouth.

The rustling of bedsheets echoed, and Joffrey laid down straight on the bed, glancing at Catelyn with a smile. "It's waiting for you, my lady."

Catelyn smiled and stood up, untying the laces on the side of her waist, and then letting her dress fall from her shoulders. As she approached the bed, she removed the smallclothes as well.

Oh, this fucking woman. Joffrey licked his lips at the view.

Birthing hips, small waist, and voluptuous breasts. The woman had everything a lady could hope for, and Catelyn still had it in her advanced age. Her face, albeit with some age lines now, always reminded him she was once a renowned beauty.

Still, with a little hint of shame in her eyes, Catelyn climbed the bed, and then further climbed above Joffrey's shaft. She parted her knees on each side of his erect, drenched member and aimed it at her ripe depth. She looked at Joffrey's face while holding him by his girth and lowering herself.

"Oh…" Catelyn gasped, feeling the young King's cock stretch her womanhood. Despite having birthed five children, despite having had an active sexual life with her husband, this felt more—more than her early experiences. This felt addicting somehow.

But she had felt his length plenty of times already, and once she felt all of him inside, she relaxed for a moment to catch her breath, feeling so full down in her soaked depth. She looked down for once, finding all of his girthy cock sheathed within her, then with a smile, she looked at Joffrey's face.

What a view. Joffrey thought and fondled her bare breasts, thumbing over her tight, sizable nipples.

"Ummh…" Catelyn moaned at the slightest of movement.

To control herself, she leaned forward and laid on Joffrey's chest, pressing her surging breasts against his skin, her face going to Joffrey's neck, both her hands combing through his blond hair.

The tall, fleshy, mature Stark matriarch almost covered Joffrey's entire torso under her figure, leaving trails of her saliva all over his neck and chest. All the while, the King's shaft lay plunged, tight and deep, pumping slowly against her gently gyrating hips.

The wooden bed creaked, bearing the weight of two bodies again after quite a while. The soft mattress curving inward under their weight as Catelyn picked up the pace, moving her hips back and forth in a hypnotic dance.

Both of Joffrey's hands kneaded her ass, clenching them hard and digging his cock deep in search of the deepest warmth for a satisfying release. Having her do the work was a victory in itself, impaling herself, while her lips found a way to his, giving him smoldering kisses.

Pa!

Joffrey slapped her ass hard, hoping to push her to the brink of insanity with this session. To make her his in every way possible, for years to come.

Pa!

He smacked with both hands, turning her rear blushing red. He couldn't see, but he knew her ivory, smooth ass burned warm with his palm marks branded there. She jerked violently every time he spanked her, giving moans but never asking him to stop.

"Ummm-umh…" With her lips glued to Joffrey's, her breath became choppy, and her squeezed breast against his chest gave out shivering exhales. Her own legs became tired, so she let Joffrey's strong arms manhandle her ass, moving her swollen pussy in menacing abandon, a hunger for pleasure, a need to breed.

"O-oh… Joffrey!" Catelyn cried out, dizzied from the explosive feeling rising deep inside.

Her pussy lips quivered and clenched around Joffrey's impaling girth, the fast and frantic fucking aided by his hands, leaving her in mental ruin.

"Aaaah… yes… Oh, Maiden!" She cried out to the gods and gave in to the shattering release, her nectar coating his shaft with a blast of watery pleasure. Beyond just a climax, the shudders turned into a wave of squirts.

Joffrey fucked her harder, moving his hips up to the rhythm of her bouncing ass on his cock. Her kisses had stopped as she hid her face in the crook of his neck, her arms hugging his face.

Pa!

He kept slapping at the same time, pushing her over the edge. Her entire body jolted with each squirting convulsion that overcame her. Joffrey's own cock started to twitch at that moment, feeling her warm juices aiding him.

"M-May I… Spill inside, my lady?" Joffrey asked in her ear. He didn't need her permission but still wanted to hear her beg for it.

"Mmmm… oh-oh… Joff…" She couldn't even breathe properly, her entire body sweating as the room was already hot from the ancient hot spring under the castle. She clenched her pussy so tight that her juices built up around Joffrey's cock, milking him. "G-Give me… all of it, my King."

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