Chapter 43 - Where It All Began III

Joffrey flexed himself and made the hot, pumping rod swell more inside, kissing the back of her throat each time. The way she tried to suck and fail, the way she flexed her tongue to take in all of him in vain, every little movement she made nuzzled his cock even closer to her throat.

With one hand he reached down and massaged her breasts roughly, feeling the warmth of her entire being, molding her tight swells as the very little flesh she had spilled between his fingers.

"Ah, you're doing great, Arya." Joffrey praised while slapping his balls against her chin. The veiny, bulbous shaft left no room for the lithe girl to pull away. The pleasure peaked soon enough and his speed hastened. A desperate desire to fill her up and feed her what he'd soon shove into her cunt.

Continuous, rapid fucking; Arya's warrior-like form looked so feminine at that moment. Her buckling knees spread wide, her cunt drenched still with the breeches on. Her hair was a mess of sweat, her eyes drowsy and hazy.

What a beautiful sight. Joffrey admired his work underneath him while groaning in for that last edge. The intimate touch of her tongue and her clamping lips was heaven. Even if she didn't move her tongue due to the lack of experience and technique, nothing stopped the King from having his pleasure.

"Ummmphh!" Arya continuously moaned as she felt her head being moved so fast it made her dizzy. Joffrey's thrusts were intense and each pump grounded his length to the hilt.

She failed to understand how it was possible. The scorching heat in her mouth, the smell of his sweat, everything about it was somehow thrilling, even exhilarating; A hot ticklish shiver crawled down her nipples, tingling in her gut, down to her moist lower lips. Building up a sudden craving for something she couldn't figure out.

"Arh!" Joffrey rose on his toes and leaned forward, pulling her face harder on his cock. The dripping, sticky residue had already made its way out of the corner of her lips, hanging in long strands. "Almost… there!"

"Umph!" Arya struggled.

Joffrey pulled in her face until her nose smashed against his pubes.

Right there, he grunted out in deliverance, that ball-bursting release came like a fountain of fertility, exploding right inside her throat. Spray after spray of cream paved the way down her sticky wetness. But Joffrey pulled back slightly and kept bucking up to pump out more ropes of cream.

Cough! Cough!

Arya gagged up and coughed around his cock, a consequence of which she faced immediately as the white batter oozed out of her nostrils like a mess.

I'll never forget this. Joffrey felt satisfied and pulled out of her mouth. He slapped his cock over her forehead and spilled out the last drops, taking in the last hints of those glorious sensations.

Tired, panting, and choking, Arya sat there in a daze while slowly calming down and that cock rubbed all over her face. Her mouth remained open, letting the white, hot, sticky mess slowly dribble down to her small breasts.

Her cheeks, and her nose, were all painted white, while the rest was a shade of erotic red. She tried to close her mouth with her hands, but it only caused a mess to spill through the gaps of her dainty little fingers; causing her to gulp a few times and clear her throat.

Joffrey finally stepped back, grabbed Arya's tunic from the table, and cleaned his cock with it. All the while he stared at his masterpiece. The fact that Arya was submissive in this whole ordeal had made the face fucking far more enjoyable.

Perhaps I'll keep you for myself if you're this good. Joffrey thought while getting dressed himself. How tight she'd be down there?

Although he had his release in her mouth, he still longed for the warm embrace of a cunt. But he had already made plans so he didn't care.

"You were amazing, Arya." Joffrey walked over to Arya who was still sitting there with her knees spread wide. He used her own tunic to wipe her face clean as a show of kindness. "I look forward to our next duel, my beautiful warrior lady."

Arya reacted to his words, albeit tiredly. "T-The bet… Don't forget it! I kept my word… You should too."

"Of course, I would. But do know, if you lose again you'll have to pay with your flesh again." Joffrey warned her while rubbing all over her breasts to wipe her down.

Arya glared at his handsome face. "I don't care about sucking your cock, Joffrey."

Joffrey smiled like a devil. "Oh, no, no, no, Arya Stark. Next time it won't be your mouth but…"

He stopped wiping her and threw the tunic to the side. Then he looked down between her spread knees and gently curved four of his fingers to rub all over that drenched, sore, hidden cunt, feeling the hints of heated throbbing, a hunger even she didn't quite understand yet.

"Next time I'll fill this one." He finished.

Arya's eyes widened when she almost moaned unwittingly. She shuffled her knees back to get away from his hand, confused about why her body wanted him to touch her some more. She had already seen and experienced his cock. To take that rod in her virgin cunt? She couldn't even gulp down her sticky saliva at that thought.

Joffrey patted her head and got up before walking towards the door to leave. "It's up to you to decide, Arya. Whether you want the duel or not, is entirely up to you. But now, you understand the cost of failure."

Silence ensured for a long instance. Only Joffrey's feet made noise as he finally grabbed the knob of the door and turned it to open.

"I'll win!" Arya declared all of a sudden. "I'll defeat you next week!"

Joffrey smirked back and opened the door to leave.

There, Val stood facing him, her eyes narrow while her lips pressed in a curve. She looked over his shoulder into the room and nodded firmly. "Impressive, Your Grace."

Joffrey chuckled and closed the door behind him. "It's hard to tame her, Val. I'll need another session next week."

"As expected from a northern girl." Val approved and followed Joffrey behind like a Kingsguard. "But it seemed you spilled a lot. Are you sure you'll have the energy for this lowly woman now?"

My Wildling woman is hungry for my cock? Joffrey noticed the hint of jealousy from her.

"Don't worry, Val. You'll have the entire night to yourself." Joffrey assured and headed straight to dinner. It was a big one with plenty of guests since the marriage was the next day.

Nonetheless, Joffrey hated the social gathering. A majority of the smiling faces he interacted with were scheming behind his back and planning his downfall. Dealing with them felt more exhausting than a long night of fucking.

But he maintained his calm and spoke with everyone. Olenna was especially talkative that evening, praising him for his many achievements. Meanwhile, Tywin analyzed Joffrey and wondered what he was planning for the wedding day that'd require his Lannister soldiers to stand guard.

Sansa looked uneasy, while Cersei constantly smiled and it didn't appear legitimate. The entire table had more than ten people and yet, Joffrey only knew one or two who were genuinely working for his interests. Heck, he couldn't even trust Tyrion with the way he was acting. Even now he had skipped the dinner feast.

As the dinner ended and the subsequent discussions led to exhaustion, everyone started to leave for their bedchambers. Joffrey, ignoring and avoiding everyone, walked to his royal bedchambers with Val.

"Did you receive any word from Mance Rayder?" Joffrey asked, walking right beside his tall warrior woman.

Val was in a good mood that night. "He's selected fifty of the smartest among the Free Folk. Instead of just sending men, Mance decided to send entire families to settle down the wall."

Joffrey agreed with that decision. "Family ties a man. Good thinking on his part."

"It was my idea." Val proclaimed proudly.

Joffrey looked at her in surprise. Unashamedly, he got closer to her and grabbed her by her waist, under the cape. "When?"

"I observed the kneelers here and noticed the men with families feared making mistakes more than anyone else," Val answered, loving the attention from her man. "You did bring me here to study the way of the kneelers."

Joffrey was impressed beyond words. He never expected much from a wildling woman no matter how beautiful she'd be. But Val was clearly different from most. She was smart, strong, and of course, his.

"I guess I'll have to reward my beautiful Kingsguard then." Joffrey squeezed her waist and pulled her closer just as they arrived at his bedchamber's door. "Don't complain if you can't walk in the morning."

Val chuckled and scoffed. "Oh, my King of kneelers. You still have so much to learn about me."

"Such as?"

Thud!

Val abruptly pushed Joffrey by his shoulders, slamming him into the door and throwing him into the room. She followed into the room and locked the door before focusing back on her man. "I'll drain the life out of you tonight, Joffrey Baratheon!"

Seven hells, this is why I love this woman. Joffrey didn't mind in the slightest her being so wild. It was her nature. Nor did he mind her taking his name as they had an understanding between them. In the bedchamber, there was no King, no Queen, no Kingsguard, no Prince—Just a man and a woman in passion.

"Let me help you take off the armor." Joffrey grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the open window overlooking the sea. The moonlight that night was enough to illuminate the room.

Val let him move her around and stood in one place, letting him walk around her body and remove her Kingsguard armor. At first, he got behind her and took off her cape.

"Oh!"

Joffrey embraced her waist as soon as he removed the cape. Hugging from behind, he locked his hands on her navel.

"Mmmm~"

Joffrey kissed her neck from behind, glazing her pale skin with his tongue. "I've been too busy. Forgive me for not giving you more attention, Val."

Val's heart shook hearing those words. She knew what kind of man Joffrey was. Cold, ruthless, and scheming. A man who hid the matters of his heart from the world. Every word from his mouth held deeper meanings.

She felt like melting in his warm embrace. "I knew you were busy, Joffrey. That's why I never forced myself upon you."

"Force upon me? Hah!" Joffrey chuckled, being on the receiving end for the first time. "Hmm… I wouldn't blame you if you did."

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