Chapter 65 - The Heir, The Trojan & The Lion III

Hah, this woman makes my loin tickle. Joffrey raised his hand with the sword, showing the hilt to her.

"Then let me have the honor."

Taena stepped closer and took the sword in her hand. It was heavy, so she had to use both her arms. "It's heavy, and very… big."

Joffrey walked behind her, being easily a head taller. Although she was more busty, he easily reached around her shoulders and wrapped his palms around her fist holding the sword. In that process, he pressed all of his naked, sweaty chest and abdomen against her back. "A firm grip is the foundation of swinging and thrusting a sword."

"Then, please show me how you thrust it, Your Grace."

Seven fucking hells! Her tongue's the definition of sin itself. Joffrey had never met such a sultry woman before. Even the whores of Chataya's brothel felt normal. Yet, with Taena, there was a sense of nobility, a guilty pleasure, a taboo that she was a noblewoman.

"Later," he whispered and tightly hugged her from behind. He was already hard, so he didn't hide it and gently pressed his erection on her amazing, round, soft as feather ass. "Now, try to swing it a little—Up and down."

She's so soft. He felt her rather shamelessly. The woman was made of sin, as if. Her muscles were lost, and all the flesh she had all over her body was as if feather. No wonder even Mother fucked her in that life.

This time, he wanted to claim her for himself.

"Ah, this is so tiring," Taena muttered and pressed her hips back against his erection.

Joffrey knew he needed to move on, so he changed the topic. "I hope my sweat doesn't bother you, My Lady."

"No-oh." She moaned for some reason. "This is the scent of a… mighty king. I rather like it."

She knows what I want to hear. A Myrish whore indeed. Joffrey stopped holding her hand and retracted his arms. He landed both his palms on her seductive waist and felt her form curve like an hourglass. He gripped her there and grounded his covered shaft harder.

Clank!

"So tiring." Taena abruptly dropped the sword and turned around. So close, she practically hugged Joffrey's chest, squeezing her wonderful breasts on him. She looked up at his face like a damsel in distress. "Please don't mind if I lean on you, Your Grace."

Joffrey didn't mind at all as that allowed him to move his palms from her waist to feel her round ass. It felt majestic, something to crave on such a fine day. He kept staring down at her face that whole time.

Ugh, let's taste those dark lips before she sullies them with my cock.

"You're beautiful, my Lady. Like a breath of spring amid the bitter chill of winter. Fresh and… soft."

Taena leaned in, her hands browsing his bare chest, and let a soft laugh escape her lips. "And truly, you are the Stag and the Lion I had anticipated, Your Grace. Strong, handsome, and most undeniably… big."

She did feel his needy erection pulsating against her lower belly.

With a chuckle, she chose to give him a tease. So, she moved one hand and slid it down between their tightly squeezed bodies. She captured his cock promptly, feeling it outside his breeches. Its size, length, and girth, she squeezed it like a hungry vixen having found her prey.

"Um-hum… Undeniably."

She started it. There's no stopping now.

Joffrey decided to stop running around the circles. In silence, he lowered his face slowly, aimed at her full lips.

Taena anticipated and lifted her face, giving him more direct access to her lips.

"Umh~" She cooed.

Joffrey closed his eyes and felt her soft maw against his own. They felt amazing, like a warm, polished marble with a hint of witness. He could swear he tasted spice somewhere there and loved it.

Oh, I love being the king.

There was no doubt to him why Taena was so voluntarily eager to spread her cunt for him. All men were born with a cock, but a few were worth more than the others, and his was the most desired, and prized in the Seven Kingdoms.

Very quickly Joffrey drove into her mouth and the soft kiss turned into a heated, intense tug of war between their tongues. Coiling together, tasting her lively breath. He didn't know how but everything about her screamed 'pleasure'.

However, there was a limit. He held no emotional connection with her so the kiss became boring quickly. So, he let her play around and start kissing around his lips. Slowly, Tanea went lower to his jaw, and then nestled her face under his chin, practically licking his neck in long slides.

What's she doing? I'm sweating.

"Umh… So… Sweet and salty." Taena murmured and shamelessly licked Joffrey's nipple. "Oh, addicting. More! I want to taste you more, Your Grace."

Joffrey said nothing and let her touch him anywhere she wanted. He enjoyed it very much and was interested to see where she'd go next.

"Yes~"

She exhaled deeply and fell to her knees suddenly, unbothered by the sand under her knees or that they were standing in the middle of the arena.

I can get used to this. Finishing training with a nice, tight mouth around me. He thought about it for a moment as he let Taena lower his breeches. Arya and Val will do.

Just then, he felt Taena's hand reach in and grip his shaft. Although her hands were big, they weren't big enough to wrap around his girth that easily. She squeezed him and felt his throbs with glee.

"Big indeed." She murmured and licked him. Slow, long, drooling, from his drooping balls to the base of his shaft, and then the tip, where she kissed him gently. She did that from each side, coating him with her spit slowly, making a mess that started to become visible.

It felt like real heaven. Under the sky, in an open arena. So shameless and exciting.

However, Joffrey felt more excited by a sudden realization. He looked down at her beautiful, olive face and silently admired her.

Joffrey couldn't remember when was the last time he bedded a noblewoman just for the sake of his pleasure and desire. With Sansa, there was a reason attached. Same for Catelyn, Cersei, Margaery, Arya, and even Val to a degree. Yet, Taena was amongst the first who made him lustful in such a way.

I'll keep this one then.

"Agh!" Joffrey roughly grunted at the first plunge of her tight lips on him. Her soft lips broke the dam of his self-control in an instant. Every touch of her tongue made his balls tickle with joy and desire to spill.

Not enough. I need more.

Taena went a step further and wrapped her arms around Joffrey's hips. With her palms spread on the King's ass, she pulled his hips into herself while also shoving her mouth on his lengthy cock. She fucked her face with his shaft, taking him deep with each self-earned thrust.

Can't! I can't hold it anymore.

"Let's… Go to my bedchamber." Joffrey ordered.

Taena gave him a very deep and lasting suckle before pulling him out and looking up. "You can have me right here, Your Grace. On this soft sand."

He liked that idea, but he shook his head. "Once won't be enough, My Lady."

"Oh!" She exclaimed and stood up quickly, keeping one hand tightly clutched on his cock. "Let's go then, Your Grace."

With his very cock she pulled him along behind, giggling to herself.

Joffrey failed to stop himself initially and followed behind. He knew he was soon going to dominate her in the bed, but this approach from her was exciting.

Taena knew her limits and released her grip once she arrived near the door. She leaned down and pulled his breeches herself and then tucked his hungry cock in.

"Lead the way, Your Grace."

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Clack!

Joffrey locked the door of his bedchambers and turned around. He stared at the older woman with an unending sexual thirst.

"No." Joffrey stopped her when she tried to kneel to pleasure him. "That won't do anymore."

"Of course, Your Grace." Taena stood back up and let the King approach her.

He traced her body with his hands. From her hips to her waist, then her soft belly, and the covered breasts. Finally, his hands landed on her naked shoulders, and her full-sleeved gown was too revealing.

She's the same age as them yet so much better.

He remembered Cersei and Catelyn had started to show the signs of their age due to excessive stress. Besides, Catelyn and Cersei also had their names to rely on. But Taena maintained her beauty for she knew it defined her worth.

"Don't mind if I–"

Trrr~!

Joffrey suddenly clenched her gown from the shoulder and put some force. He easily tore it apart down her front in two pieces, leaving it in tatters, hanging around her waist. Her smallclothes covered her breasts still, but loosely.

"So strong, Your Grace." Taena entertained his desires.

He liked tearing apart the clothes of women he wanted to bed. It made him feel like he was unwrapping a gift—A gift that he owned—Forever to be his.

He continued to tear the rest of her dress apart. As soon as the tear went past her waist, the rest of it came loose and sank around her long, smooth legs. He knew he was going to enjoy this at the first sight of her nakedness.

But this wasn't enough, so he stepped back a little and ordered. "Take the rest off, my Lady."

"With pleasure, Your Grace."

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