Chapter 57 - Era of the Lion III

He stopped kneading her breasts and reached for her ass instead. He took control of the motions and started thrusting into her by matching her pace. The loud claps of their flesh grew louder and he groaned at the sensation of something traveling up his shaft. 

"Yessss… give it all to me! Right there!" Cersei mewled. This was the greatest victory of her life. Obsessed with being the queen, once again her path to the throne was clear. So what if it meant taking Joffrey's cock like a submissive whore. He was good at pleasuring her, at least. "Ooooh! I can feel it, baby! Oh, I can feel it filling me up!"

Joffrey smashed his hips up and shuddered inside her cunt. He instinctively squeezed his ass and flexed himself inside her. He pumped out all the virile batter he had in store. It was a lot, soon leaking down the tight gaps and making a mess on him. 

"Mmmm… You make me so happy, my lion." Cersei moaned in victory and fell forward on his chest. Her messy hair coated his face as well, hiding his expression. 

I'll be having the last laugh. He reminded himself and calmed his breaths slowly. Soon he felt his cock pop out of her on its own, having turned flaccid. But Cersei remained on his chest without saying a single word. 

Now we wait. 

For almost an hour, Joffrey didn't move, nor did he fall asleep despite the fatigue. Cersei remained on his chest that entire time, having fallen asleep. But as soon as he was sure she was deep in her vile dreamland, he pushed her away from himself. 

Like a decor piece, he made her lie down on the bed on her belly. Legs straight and parted enough so that her cunt was visible to anyone who may enter the room. He made sure no quilt covered her, as he took it all for himself, slid off the bed's edge, and gently landed on the cold floor. 

There, he coiled himself up in a fetal position and barely covered himself with the quilt. Constantly, he shivered and maintained a frowning, ugly face. 

Now it's up to you, Mhaegen, my beautiful bedwarmer. 

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Outside the Queen's bedchambers, Jaime Lannister stood tall and firm as his duty commanded. Yet, replacing the stoic smile, he had a rageful frown plastered on himself. His only remaining hand rested on the hilt of his sword, clenching it so hard that the entire metallic sheath clanked. 

"Good Ser, may I enter?" 

Jaime woke up from the stupor and noticed a maid standing in front of him. Her blonde hair and kind, ordinary face were dime a dozen in the realm, so he didn't recognize her. But, he did notice the tray in her hands. "What is this?"

"Her Grace had asked for more wine to be brought in at this hour, Ser. And…" Mhaegen stuttered and glanced at the second thing on the tray. A small, almost round, and somewhat decorated pot with the lid on. "And this…"

Jaime's face turned red. How could he not know what a pot of Moon Tea looked like? He had seen Cersei take these every morning after their sensual nights together. But, knowing that she was taking it to rid the fruit that her own blood might bear in her womb made him feel suffocated. 

Joffrey was his son too, after all. A son he was utterly proud of. A son gifted in both might and mind. A son that brought down House Tyrell. How could he not feel the anger?

"Give this to me. I'll take it inside." Jaime stated and snatched the tray from Mhaegen. "Leave."

Once sure the maid had left, Jaime turned to the door and walked inside as silently as he could. He had heard the moans already, so he expected what he might see inside. But, once he did see it, he found it hard to balance the tray in his hand. 

W-Why, Cersei? Why? Jaime's bloodshot eyes shed silent tears. You broke your oath to me. You said you'd leave our son alone. This is a sin! S—

He swallowed his thoughts at the sight of Cersei's naked back. He could very clearly see the evidence of white fluid between her legs and that wooden thing in her ass. 

Insanity! This is insanity! Jaime couldn't stop his tears anymore and silently placed the tray on a nearby table. His gaze swept the room to look for Joffrey and eventually found him shivering, coiled like a fetus on the hard stone floor. His face looked hurt and scared, paper white like in agony. 

As silently as he could, he walked over to Joffrey and covered him fully with the quilt. Then, with his retreating steps, he glared at Cersei sleeping, her body so relaxed and her sideways-turned face holding nothing but smiles. 

You will have to answer for this, Cersei. You went too far… Too far to come back. 

With that, he left the room. Never noticing Joffrey's slightly open gaze. 

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Realm unaware of the schemes and the ploys ongoing in the Red Keep, the sun arose as every other day. Some pleasured, tired bodies refused to wake up, while the King returned to his bedchamber without making a noise.

At the same time, in a different bedchamber, a red-haired, northern girl moaned a name in her sleep. Her love, her prince, her King, and the father of her daughter. Sansa Stark was unaware that her hands had already dipped inside her drenched feminine petals, her legs spread wide in the bed. 

"Ah… Oh, Joffrey." Sansa sang in her sleep. "Harder… as you like it."

Pa!

"YES—What?!" Sansa's eyes shot open with a flare. The slap wasn't a thing of the dream as she felt it right on her face. Enraged, she saw her little sister sitting beside her. "Arya, what is wrong with you?!"

"I should be asking that, Sansa. What is wrong with you? Look where your hand is." Arya seethed in rage. "What do you even see in him?"

Sansa looked down first and noticed her hand inside her small clothes, her sleepwear bunched up around her waist. She quickly made herself proper and sat up. "He's my husband, Arya. I love him."

"No, he's not. You're just his paramour that he fucks whenever his heart desires," Arya claimed, arms crossed. "You should come with me to Winterfell, Sansa. Joffrey is a demon. Did you forget what he did to Lady and Nymeria?"

Sansa averted her gaze and looked at Joanna in her cradle beside her bed. "I remember, Arya. I remember everything. I also saw him change from cruel to a loving and mighty King. He's everything I had ever wanted."

Arya smirked, her voice edged with cold certainty. "You're blind if you can't see it." She pointed with a tilt of her chin. "He visits the brothel and keeps a bedwarmer close by. Almost wedded Margaery, and openly revealed bedding her. Sansa, he'll never marry you."

"H-He's the King, Arya. I can't always be there to fulfill his every need. His desires… they're intense, and his love for Joanna and me is real." Sansa's voice became resolute as she rose from the bed. "If this place isn't to your liking, you can always return to Winterfell. But I won't have you speaking ill of the King again, not in my presence."

"Laughable," Arya sneered, her voice cold as steel. She sprang off the bed, eyes narrowing. "So now you're playing queen too?"

Sansa didn't pay any attention and busied herself with Joanna. It was her feeding time. 

"Close the door when you leave." 

"As you wish, 'Your Grace'" Arya mocked and left. 

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"It's time, Your Grace." Val of the Freefolks, and now of Joffrey Baratheon, helped Joffrey put on his regal cape in his bedchamber. 

Joffrey smiled, as he always did. The woman was a source of his true joy for he had truly won her in a sort of trial by combat. He was proud of his possession of her. "Impressed now?"

"Maybe," Val playfully replied and placed his crown on his head.

Joffrey chuckled. "Tyrells are the second wealthiest in the realm, and boast the largest army."

"But they're fools, aren't they? Thought they could slay a King and walk away. Now they're caught," Val replied and stepped back. 

Joffrey looked at her pretty face and gently patted her cheeks. He wanted to shag her, of course, he did; every time he laid eyes on her, the thought burned in his mind. But he held it back. "No, sweet Val. It's your beloved King who is too wise. Enough to outplay the Queen of Thorns."

"Queen of folly, you mean?"

"Hah, I guess this incident does make her one." Joffrey laughed as they walked. "Let's move. Spectators must have gathered by now."

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