Joffrey, instead of grabbing her ass, suddenly hugged her waist and pulled her body tight against himself. His cock reached the deepest, moist heart of her; Reaching the cervix, striking the entrance with a hint of pain.
"Yeah…?" Joffrey felt out of breath too, but enjoyed it despite the heat becoming uncomfortable. "You'll have to do better, my lady."
"Ummh…" Catelyn, as if struggling against his cock, moved her hips round and round, her hands rubbing his head while her nose and lips breathed intensely into his ears. "F-Fill… me… Inside…"
Joffrey smirked, knowing she wouldn't talk dirtier than that, and stopped holding back. He thrust into her wildly, clenching her by her waist, stopping her from arching her back. The squelches rang as music of shame and lust until Joffrey stopped and rested as deeply as possible.
His legs straightened on their own, feeling like lighting bolts running throughout his body. His cockhead twitched against her tight walls inside, hot like lava, as his seeds flooded inside. Her pussy twitched against his melting nectar, as if bringing her to a second, smaller climax.
"Aaaah… Joffrey… I can feel it…" She cried loudly and slammed her lips against him, her eyes tearing up for some reason. Her thighs clamped tighter around his hips, pushing her pussy further onto him.
Joffrey slammed in one final thrust and gave her all he had in store until he felt some of it leak out of the tight gaps, along with both their gasping breaths. He didn't move, keeping the woman tightly held, and dug the breath out of her lips with his slithering tongue.
But eventually, their breaths calmed down, and their wild exchange of saliva turned into gentle, hot, noble kisses of lovers. Lips to lips, no tongue; still immersed in feeling her sensitive swollen petals on his limping cock.
She's gotten much better. Joffrey felt and gently pushed her aside from his body.
Catelyn aided and moved, lying face down on the bed beside Joffrey, her legs straight, her breasts squeezed underneath her. As if hiding her face, or wiping her eyes, she didn't move or show her face for a while.
Joffrey, still lying straight, staring at the ceiling, calmed his breath as well. "You should join me in King's Landing, Catelyn."
I'll breed you until you spawn me a bastard. Joffrey thought, caressing her reddened ass at the same time.
"I can't," Catelyn replied instantly, turning her face towards him, her eyes still filled with tears. "I… I'm with your babe, Your Grace."
"I know, but you s—What?!" Joffrey didn't hear her properly at first, and looked at her in absolute delight, his face holding a big smile.
Catelyn somehow found reassurance in his reaction and nodded. "It's been more than a month… perhaps from before you left for the Wall."
Thank you! Thank you, Seven! Oh, this is fucking great! Joffrey held back his roars of victory. I… I'll distribute free meat stew to all the smallfolk of King's Landing in your name.
He eventually rolled over towards her and hugged her lying body, kissing her lips to reassure her he was going to take responsibility. "This is truly wonderful! Thank you, Catelyn, thank you for making me a happy man."
An extremely happy man. Joffrey could already see all of Westeros in the palm of his hand.
Catelyn smiled, but her brows remained creased with worry. "How will we manage it, Your Grace?"
"As I've decreed before, the babe is mine, and so are you. Name him Robb's, and I shall legitimize the babe whenever you want," Joffrey said, adhering to the plan he had shared with her before once. "Don't worry, Catelyn. You have my unwavering support. Even should the entire realm learn of this, I'll remain firmly at your side."
Joffrey knew he could afford being called a debaucherous bastard as long as smallfolk were happy. But Catelyn couldn't afford to be called the same as the name of House Stark rested on her shoulders.
"I can conceal the birth if I remain at Winterfell, Your Grace," Catelyn interjected, her voice firm yet measured. "Please, I implore you, don't let Sansa and Arya return until after the child is born."
As if I was going to allow that. Joffrey kissed her again instead.
"You have my royal word, Catelyn. Five hundred of my loyal soldiers shall remain to ensure your safety. They're at your beck and call, ready to serve your every need. And if circumstances allow, I may even visit myself," Joffrey promised and sat up before moving on his knees and getting between Catelyn's spread-straight legs.
He kneaded her rear flesh with his palms, his cock twitching back to strength. He had planned to leave in a month in order to put his seed in her. But with that already done, he decided to go in a week.
Until then, he wanted to savor this woman to his heart's content.
"Let's discuss matters further come dawn, Catelyn," He said and stroked his cock back to full mast. "Tonight, indulge me until I satiate my desires."
Catelyn put her face back down on the pillow, hiding an embarrassing blush. Right after, she extended both her arms back and spread her ass on her own, giving Joffrey the view of her used and unused entrances.
"Beautiful…" Joffrey muttered and slapped his cock at her petals first, using the mingled nectar of their sex to lube his length. Then, he pressed his cockhead on her pale brown blackhole. "And tight…"
"Ummm…"
Catelyn moaned, cried, and yet pried her rear cheeks open for her man, now the father of the life brewing inside her. Ashamed of what had become of her, yet in love with everything that she felt.
As if once again whole—she felt loved, needed, desired—a woman.
"Oh… Joffrey…" she moaned when he thrust all in.
But it wasn't the last one of the night. A few more rounds followed suit, filling every single opening in her. She welcomed all the love he made to her until her body went limp, tired, swollen, and sore beyond belief.
Yet, she couldn't help but relish it all.
The young King had grown on her. Her fondness for him had turned into more than just a relation of shared bodily pleasure.
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A week passed in no time, and Joffrey left Catelyn sore every single night in every hole possible. His imprint on her body and mind was impossible to dissolve that easily now. His image as a savior, and regal lover was carved in her heart through hundreds of small, manipulative actions.
But that left Val enraged at the same time since he couldn't spend time with her. So, for the duration of the journey back to King's Landing, he decided to give her the same 'Catelyn treatment' every night they'd stop to rest.
Though, Val was far different from Catelyn. The wild woman loved wild fucking, and that usually involved going harsh with everything. She loved being lifted, being pinned, but at the same time, sucking him furiously while placing her salivating slit on his lips to be eaten thoroughly.
Joffrey didn't hate it, but it made him realize he still needed to continue training and get stronger. After all, it wasn't his sword of steel but the sword of flesh that was winning him Westeros.
As they passed through the bridge of the Twins, Joffrey couldn't help but reminisce about the entire year he had spent on this campaign to end the bloody War of the Five Kings. At last, he had control over Westeros, save for the Iron Islands.
"Ser Arthur," Joffrey voiced while riding through the gates of the castle. "I shall give you the lordship of the Twins once we reach King's Landing. Consider it my reward for being a loyal commander for me."
Ser Arthur felt grateful but also confused. At the end of the day, he was still an Unsullied. He didn't have the tools to make a family. But still, he decided to accept this gift.
As for Joffrey, he had a different reason. A good place for all my bastards to grow.
From the Twins, they continued down Kingsroad and eventually arrived at the inn at the Crossroads. Even before their arrival, the place appeared crowded to the brink, with a few tents set in the nearby field.
"Be alert!" Ser Arthur roared at the Golden Legion.
Joffrey remained calm, as he had expected. He had already spoken with Catelyn, and through her, he had sent letters to all the major houses of the Vale. Since Petyr Baelish had confessed to his crimes, Lady Arryn had also been found guilty of plotting to kill Lord Arryn.
That didn't leave too many choices left for Vale. Especially now as Joffrey had ended the war and united pretty much all of Westeros under his rule. Going against Joffrey to protect Lysa now was akin to going against the entire Westeros.
"Your Grace."
As soon as Joffrey rode his horse to the front of his army, a bunch of lords appeared, kneeling down to him simultaneously, waiting for his response. Vale's soldiers were also present, kneeling behind them in a sea of helmets and spears.
"You may reiterate your oaths, my lords," Joffrey said, demanding, not suggesting.
Following that, all of the lords there swore to him one by one. It was a tiresome process, but Joffrey wanted that as a declaration that the Vale was now under his rule.
Finally, after the boring oaths were done, he got off his horse. "Have you brought her?"
"Both of them, Your Grace," Lord Yohn Royce replied, stepping forward to meet the young King. "We hope this will be enough to right the wrongs."
"More than enough," Joffrey replied and watched as two horses were brought to the front, the lead ropes held by a tall woman with black, short hair.
Lord Royce went ahead and pulled the woman down from the horse, her head covered with a piece of cloth, and her hands tight. "Lysa Arryn is ready to receive the King's justice, Your Grace."
However, Joffrey's gaze still hung up on the woman leading the horses. He felt a strange familiarity with her. Especially her deep blue eyes. Did that old fat pig whore around Vale too?
"What of the boy?" Joffrey asked.
"He's but a boy, Your Grace," Lord Waxley spoke from the side right then.
Joffrey ignored it, sneering at that statement. Baelish was playing the same game as me. No chance this boy isn't Baelish's seed.
"Robert Arryn shall be fostered at King's Landing under my watchful eyes," Joffrey announced, and before anyone could speak up against it, he sweetened the deal, "Lord Royce shall rule the Vale as the regent until Robert is of age."
From what Joffrey knew, Robert was eight or nine names day. He reckoned that was enough for him to mold the boy into his loyal servant.
Lord Royce knew what golden spoon Joffrey was throwing at him. Having the ability to rule over all of the trade and decisions to be made in the Vale could make his house richer and more powerful.
"We shall accept Your Grace's wise decision," The old Lord agreed immediately.
With that, Joffrey glanced at Ser Arthur. "Take the woman and put her in the cage cart. Keep the boy away from her—he won't be seeing her again."
After that, a small feast was shared by him and the lords of the Vale. Then after a night of passionately fucking Val and copious amounts of moon tea, they resumed the journey in the morning.
With the King's banner fluttering high, and the marching army all on horses, nobody dared to hinder their path. Heck, they even killed a few thieves they lured in with traps a few times—all for Joffrey and Val's archery practice.
"This is Harrenhal, the largest castle in Westeros. But centuries ago, during Aegon's conquest, it was brought down by dragon's fire," Joffrey taught his female Kingsguard. "It's said to be haunted."
"I can feel it," Val muttered.
But despite Val's keen interest in the castle, Joffrey chose not to rest anymore. King's Landing was very close, and he wanted to see Sansa as quickly as possible.
He wanted to know if it was a boy or a girl she brought to life.
Beyond that, he also had another Stark girl to tame now. And this one was going to be the hardest to bring down from what he remembered through the mystical memories of his past life.
The army galloped nonstop from there, crossing Ivy Inn, Brindlewood, and approaching Hayford Castle.
"Joffrey!"
All of a sudden, as they were crossing Hayford Castle, Joffrey heard someone shout his name with such confidence and lack of fear that he couldn't ignore it. On top of that, the voice felt highly familiar.
"Halt!" Joffrey roared, his hand raised high. "Who takes their King's name with such disrespect?"
At his condemnation, the Unsullied became vigilant, their spears at the ready as their army hoarded the entire section of the road, forcing all the passersby to walk at the furthest sides.
"King Joffrey! It's me!"
Joffrey looked towards the back, at the edge of the road. A man stood there in brown tattered robes, his face covered under a hood. Beside him was a tall woman in armor.
Fuck! He's still alive? Joffrey found no relief in the meeting.
"Uncle?!" He shouted back. "You're alive!"
"I am." Jaimie Lannister approached, removing his hood and revealing his dirty, bearded face with golden locks. A big smile plastered on his lips as he stared at Joffrey's imposing figure. "You… You look changed, Your Grace."
"And you don't have a hand," Joffrey replied, hitting him where it hurt.
"A long story."
What use will you serve me? Joffrey already started to plan a purpose for this man he, unfortunately, shared too much blood with.
"Give them horses!" Joffrey ordered his soldiers.
Quickly after, Jaimie rode to his side on a horse, his smile never-ending. He had heard of all the glory earned by the young King during his harsh journey home. He couldn't openly say it, but he felt extremely proud.
"By the gods?!" Val of the Free Folk suddenly blurted out. Her voice tinged with disbelief as she squinted at Joffrey and Jaime in turn. "You pair... could be mistaken for each other with those smug faces."
"..."
Joffrey cursed at the speed at which his incestuous bloodline was exposed.
They must die… both of the rotten siblings.
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