Joffrey relaxed his hold just then for her to breathe. Quickly after, she went for another round, and he clenched her tight. He thoroughly enjoyed this wild, savage fucking. After having bedded Arya and Val on so many nights, he truly needed this. Val was more into challenging him to fuck her harder, and Arya was more into getting fucked while grunting her lungs out.
But Chataya was a whore with years of experience. She didn't shy away from degrading herself for his pleasure. No other ordinary woman would do that unless it was a kink or a whore like Cersei.
Her head bobbed nonstop, and the gurgling, slobbering noises spilled through the room. Her dark, tied hair came loose slowly, a mess forming that was only getting hotter with time.
Ugh, it's hard. Joffrey felt his balls twitching for a quick release.
Her attention to his length inside her throat was immaculate. She squeezed him in all the right places and made her tongue play around well. He gritted his teeth to control himself and clenched her harder with his legs.
He kept doing it a few times, choking her, shoving in deep, and stopping her with a quick leg squeeze to not spill so quickly.
"Mmm~" Chataya moaned on his royal cock.
Joffrey relaxed his legs at that, spreading them wide around her frame again. "G-Get on top, Chataya. We have matters to discuss."
There were a dozen more positions to do her in. Chataya was built with curves and ripe flesh, but she was still highly flexible. But he wanted to begin with the most common riding.
Why waste her fantastic dangling breasts, after all?
"Of course, Your Grace." Chataya sat up on her knees and quickly straddled his lap before lowering her needy cunt on his drenched cockhead. She first rubbed his cock across the slit, her dark pussy lips were fleshy and hairless, just the way he liked it. "Aaaah… Y-Yo-oh! Your Grace is… big."
Joffrey had heard that from enough women by now, and he accepted it. He was indeed sizable, and at least better than most men.
But he didn't give a damn about her cunt. It was her duty to pleasure him with her warm walls. He mainly focused on her magnificent, voluptuous breasts. The tight brown nipples at their peaks were like small corks, and the areolas surrounding them were wide.
He gripped the dangling peaks with both his palms and squeezed them together. Their cloudlike texture molded together, throbbing in his palms. He pinched the tips, kneading them, and finally, pulled her torso down by them.
Plop!
Joffrey heard the first clap of her bottom against his thighs. She had begun to ride him deep, fucking herself from the tip to his balls, squeezing him dry in that warm, tight whore-ish embrace. She purposefully clenched hard on him, the massage building up his climax so easily.
"Ugh… Good." Joffrey finally suckled her breasts, biting his teeth softly on her nipples—both at the same time as they were large enough to be squeezed together. It was pure passion like no other, a whore he could be himself with.
"Ah, yesss~" Chataya moaned, keeping her breasts on his face while her hips danced. "I-ugh… I hope I can… satisfy your desire… Your Grace-eh! Ummm, do as you please… I s-surrender this God-given body to you-oooh!"
Her words were music to his ears. Her self-degrading voice aroused his heat and made him thrust up as well, aiding the clapping, musky sex. Unlike other women, he need not give a damn about Chataya's own climax since by now he was sure it was hard to make this woman have one.
He met each thrust with her falling cunt, so warm and slippery that it might as well be silk. He stopped suckling her breasts at one point, it being pointless without any nectar. He looked at her face and played with her lips, making her suckle his fingers.
He didn't kiss, nor did she try to. The only whores he kissed were the ones he exclusively owned like Mhaegan.
"Down… Down…" Joffrey tried to move. "Lie down."
He sensed Chataya's exhaustion. She had probably just arrived at Lys a few hours ago after the sea journey, and he had already bedded her. He was a lustful savage, but not heartless.
"Ummm…" Chataya laid down beside him at his command and spread her legs wide.
Joffrey looked down at the mess on her entrance. It appeared she had already climaxed once. It was a matter of pride to him. So, he wasted no time and speared in, watching as his cock sank slowly between her tight walls. He felt every tiny reaction from her warmth, his nerves making him quite happy at the tickling rub. Her insides stretched apart and welcomed him, balls deep.
"How did the expansion go?" Joffrey asked her as he settled into position. He wanted to stretch her, so he grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs up, further against her breasts. But he wanted more, relishing her flexibility to the fullest.
Finally, he made Chataya's breasts squeeze between her knees and had her hold her legs against her shoulders. She folded so well, her pussy raised high with her hips, stretched wide open with his cock still jammed in to the last inch.
"Beautiful." Joffrey admired the view. In one frame he could see her cunt, her squeezed-together breasts, and her sweating face. It was pure delight. "So, the expansion?"
"Ah… I-it went well…" Chataya felt his thrusts this time. So stretched, even she had limits. "Umm—E-eighty brothels operate throughout Westeros now… under me-eh."
Joffrey loved hearing her accented voice and moans. He weighed himself forward and plowed down into her tight cunt, sliding his hard, throbbing length with an agonizing pace. It was fast, but it was a long and deep thrust each time, pressing her frame into the soft bedding.
Her breasts jiggled before his face, and whenever he felt like it, he gave quick suckles and bites. Knowing that he wouldn't need to pay anything this time, the pleasure peaked.
"Then, ugh." Joffrey felt on edge, on the verge of spilling. He had made up his mind to do it inside. Chataya was safe. "Start finding good from Lys and get them to work… Increase the number and… ensure loyalty."
The bed violently creaked at that point. He lowered himself completely on her, resting his face between her heavenly soft breasts. He slammed his cock hard, their flesh struck like thunder with each push. The pace hastened to a greedy speed, his thrusts slowly went from long and hard to short and uneven.
"Ungh… There…" Joffrey rammed himself in at last, all the way to the limit she allowed. He twitched atop her and bucked hard. The convulsion made his hips jolt on their own, and his balls tickled him to madness with every gush of his seed. He coated her ebony core white, her hot, lovely walls claimed by the King that night.
He kept at it for a good while, slowly gyrating his cock and thrusting back and forth until he felt his cock growing limp. He wanted to feel that slimy warmth inside. Feel the mix of his and her nectar that made a mess out of the bedsheet under them.
It was pure bliss.
"Umm…" Joffrey licked and played with her tits while his cock calmed down. Her tall frame and fleshy body made him easily feel warmth all over. Unlike Sansa and Arya, he couldn't eclipse her frame even if he wanted to. "Mm… I needed this."
At last, he slipped out and rested straight beside her.
Chataya knew how to do a good job and quickly sat between his legs again to lick him clean and swallow whatever 'gift' was left on his cock.
Joffrey folded his arms under his head while enjoying her tongue and lips. "I want you to increase the number of brothels as much as you can while keeping them profitable. There are plenty of beauties in Lys and Tyrosh to accommodate all of Westeros. But my goal goes beyond mere money, Chataya… Come here."
Chataya quickly finished up, rinsed her mouth with a quick glass of water, and rested down hugging the King's frame. "You want information."
Joffrey gave her his arm to rest her head on. He guessed she'd be spending the night with him anyway. "More than that, I want you to be my next Master of Whispers. Though I can't trust you entirely, our interests align, granting us ample reason to collaborate. As for Varys… He's playing a game of his own."
"He loathes magic more than the Citadel itself, Your Grace. A Red Priestess resides within the Red Keep, and he's not one to tolerate such a thing. He ought to betray you eventually." Chataya openly responded to him, all the while her playful hand caressed a finger over his belly, near the groin. "I'll serve you as best as I can."
Only time will tell. Joffrey thought. At that point, he didn't trust anyone. Not even Sansa.
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