Chapter 74 - Flowers Burned & She-Wolf Tamed III

He pushed it down, and in doing so, pulled too hard. Soon enough, it came free and he wasted no time to yank it away.

At last, he had all of Arya's naked glory in his grasp. He looked down from her shoulders, her perky tits were just the perfect globes. He clasped them in both palms and felt them. The oozing heat, those tight, pink buds that flicked against his fingers.

"Your body is worth admiring, Arya," Joffrey muttered and squeezed her harder into himself. His cock under her ass throbbed already, seeking attention. But he didn't want to rush and ruin the mood. No, he wanted to win her over and carve out a place in her heart. "Look at me."

Moving one hand, he gently pinched her chin and turned her face sideways. The water was still steaming, and that made everything feel mystical. The water drops on her face looked utterly divine.

"Look at my face, Arya."

Arya finally raised her eyes and looked, finding his eyes staring at her lips. She gulped, staring at his lips too. Her heart refused to calm down, and the water felt too hot.

Joffrey said nothing and moved his face closer, quickly locking a kiss with her tender, red, thin lips. It was soft and smooth, a passionate kiss, and rested on the surface for a while. But as Joffrey's hands both returned to her breasts, he found his way into her delicious mouth.

He melted inside her as their tongues coiled together. He absorbed her drugging nectar and deeply explored her in a frenzy. Every second felt like an eternity for his rising arousal, the savageness was slowly taking over. But he couldn't get enough of her lips, a taste of victory it felt.

He suckled her lower lips and swept and swirled inside her mouth. This was his claim and prize. This was the last thorn in his path to controlling the North.

I will cherish you well, Arya Stark. Just like your sister. Just like your mother.

His one hand left her breast then and went down against her belly. He felt goosebumps as soon as it slipped underwater. Before he knew it, he could feel her tight entrance. She was shaven, to his surprise, proof that she had expected this and had prepared beforehand early that morning.

Curving the middle finger, he tried to dip inside her—tight beyond his wildest dreams. But she felt slippery and thoroughly coated with her nectar. All the preparations had been done.

"Arya, raise your hips." Joffrey stopped kissing and tried to aid her weight.

He quickly brought his legs together and made Arya sit down on his lap, her legs spread wide, her back still against his chest as she rested on him. She looked at nowhere but his strengthened, veiny cock below her cunt. It was thicker than she remembered, or perhaps it was an illusion.

"Bite your teeth." He warned and easily raised her hips high and aimed his cock. He rubbed the cockhead all over her tight entrance first, coating himself in that warmth. With her on his lap, her cunt was also out of the water level.

"Aaaaah! J-Joffrey!" Arya yelled as soon as she felt it try to slide in.

Joffrey clenched himself hard. She was tight and amazing. "Only the tip's in… Hold on."

He hugged her waist with his arms to keep her in place and gently lowered her onto his cock while also pushing up inside her. The utterly unexplored walls of Arya's insides plucked apart and made space for his girthy cock.

As expected, she didn't bleed, but everything else was the same as a virgin maiden. Everything felt new inside, so intoxicating that he closed his eyes to experience her to the fullest. Inch by inch, he pierced into her.

"Ummmmm~!" Arya gritted her teeth hard, her hands squeezed on his arms that had gripped her belly. "J-Joooof~"

Joffrey hadn't pushed all in, but he pulled out slightly to give her a breather. But it barely lasted a second before he pushed back in with some extra force. The thrust went in good, splitting apart her sticky insides this time. He felt each and every throb of himself and her walls, the magical folds and the countless receptors of her body responding to his invasion.

These Stark women… Best cunts in Westeros.

From the fertile, middle-aged Catelyn to the obedient Sansa, and now rebellious but sensitive Arya. All three women had made him go weak in their tight cunts.

Fuck! I'm already close. Tonight's… going to be a long night.

"I'll move," he warned her. "Moan as loud as you want. Moan for me, Arya. Moan until the entire realm knows…"

"Aaaa! Mmm… God!" Arya actually moaned.

"...until the entire realm knows who claimed Arya… Ugh!" Joffrey pumped up into her wild core. "Stark!"

"Oh, oh—mmmm!"

Joffrey used the help of water to thrust into her. Feeling less weight, he thrust hard enough that each time her body rose high in the air before falling back onto his cock, without ever losing contact with her skin. He loved looking at her intoxicated face, her lips wide open and her eyes looking down at his cock disappearing inside her each time.

The little splashes of water were noisy, and sometimes the claps of their flesh also resounded. She felt hot, and burning, like everything inside her was tearing apart. But there was also pleasure… guilty pleasure that made her go insane. That warm, ticklish sensation across her skin. That confusing heartbeat.

Without realizing it, she pinched her own nipple and fondled her own breasts, subconsciously looking for more of that pleasure.

At that time, Joffrey also circled an arm around her waist and reached for her clitoris. He relaxed as much as he could and let Arya add to the jumps of her hips. It wasn't only him fucking anymore, but also Arya's own desire.

"Ugh… I'll fill you up, Arya. I will spill inside your tight cunt." Joffrey declared and picked up the pace. The water was turning cold, and he wanted to move on to bed next. "Do you-uh mind?"

"N-No-oh!" Arya cried.

"But we've brought Moon Tea with us," Joffrey revealed. "Shouldn't be an issue."

"Then…" Arya shifted all of a sudden. She stopped leaning back against his chest and made herself properly sit on her feet, squatting over his cock. Then, she began to pound herself hard on his entire length. Her hands held onto the tub's edges as she shouted like a wolf. "Aaaaaah… Yes… This is what you wanted? Isn't this what you wanted, Joffrey? Aaaah, mmm! Fuck!"

And so, the she-wolf is tamed.

Joffrey smiled ear to ear seeing her ass rise and fall on his cock. He was on the edge, but it seemed she was close too. So, he let her ride herself to completion first.

Just a few moments later, her core tightened and a frenzy took over. She panted like a horse after a chase. She squeezed herself tightly around his cock firmly stuck inside. The spill was hot and sweet, her first climax on a cock itself.

"Now my turn." Joffrey grabbed her hair and pulled her back against his chest. He fucked her in that position and spilled a thick load right inside her formerly virgin cunt. "Aaaah… Amazing…"

Pump after pump, he sprayed strings of white cream with never-ending profound shudders. It felt like heaven. As if there was a heart beating inside her cunt. He could feel his and her own pulse there. The tiny twitches and the squeezes.

"Mmm…" Arya looked down and saw his spill seeping out and dirtying the waters. She lost all hopes of going back from there and accepted this strange union. She accepted that hot warmth inside her core, racing to breach through her womb. She looked at her own belly and imagined it bigger, fuller.

Why did that make her feel warm, she had no idea. Jealousy towards Sansa, perhaps? She didn't know.

Too tired and panting, she just fell back against his chest. Joffrey didn't move her either and just held her tightly.

At last, the plans are going my way. This is how it should be… this is how a king should be.

He looked down at the fantastic body on his lap. Yet again, he added a new treasure to his harem of women. Another amazing cunt to drown himself in. In all honesty, he felt far better than Robert. After all, he mostly fucked noblewomen and wasn't a drunkard.

And I conquered Westeros once again.

"Let's move to the bed."

"What?!" Arya exclaimed and looked behind.

Joffrey chuckled and pulled her up with himself. Knowing her legs would be weak, he lifted her in a princess carry and took her to the bed.

"You're too gorgeous to be tasted in one go, Arya." He threw her onto the bed and crawled on top of her, reaching for her face. "I'm already hard enough for a second run."

Arya felt her heart race yet again. She already felt sore, but that sensation was so addicting that she had no desire to refuse. But, asking for it was shameful.

"Umm…" She felt his cock rubbing across her entrance. She was too sensitive. "Um-hum…"

I know you want it.

"Say it," Joffrey demanded.

"W-What?"

"Say who you belong to now."

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