Mhaegan placed her hands on Joffrey's thighs and lowered her face towards the water. She took a long, deep breath and closed her eyes before diving in. She opened her mouth wide and felt the probing of Joffrey's cock.
Using her tongue, she spat out all the water and used her lips as a tight seal around his girth. Quickly after, she shoved her face further down, all the while using her tongue to swirl around the cockhead.
Her head began moving not long after. Her strokes were short and not enough for Joffrey to feel satisfied.
"Deeper," Joffrey said and pressed her head with his hand. "Take more…"
Mhaegan understood his desire and adjusted herself. She shucked her cheeks tight, his cock thick enough to perfectly rest between her wide lips. Her stature wasn't enough to plow heavily into the water, so she let Joffrey move her head to his whim.
"Umm… Unnn…" Mhaegan began pushing up suddenly, clenching her palm on Joffrey's thighs.
I may be crazy, but I'm not a savage. Joffrey let her take her head out of the water.
"Haaa…" Mhaegan gasped for breath, her breast heaving, her tights breasts trembling. She rubbed her forehead, moving the wet hair off her face.
"Is that it?"
Mhaegan shook her head and took another deep breath before splashing her face back into the water. This time she went with confidence and experience, instantly taking his cock between her lips.
Since Joffrey helped her balance her light body, she moved one hand and gripped the King's shaft around the base, also striking it and clenching it tight.
Long, gulping plunges, her tongue hot as fire. Her spit coated him well, while her halted breath made her throat even tighter. She swished his cock in her mouth, massaging with her tongue as if it was the sweetest fruit, careful to not use her teeth.
Joffrey felt a twitch rise in his balls soon enough, the new experience having excited him plenty. He shoved her face further down on his cock until he felt her nose against his pelvis. The way it felt as if his cock was twisted inside by her tongue was magnificent.
"Akh~"
He let her rise again and take a breath before going down once more. Third was the charm as she frantically used her hand and face to stroke him. She practically fucked her own face on his length, doing everything she could to make him spill before she needed to take another breath.
Her tongue hungryly pressed around the crown of his cock, as well as the tiny slit up top. With her eyes closed, and her ears filled with water, her senses played with her. But she soon felt a twitch rising from his balls.
"There!" Joffrey declared and pressed her face down.
Mhaegan felt scared, almost on the verge of losing her breath. But she continued to stroke with fervor, her face, her hand, her lips, her tongue—all a means to please her King, her rightful owner.
"Ugh… there you go!" Joffrey finally speared over the edge and spilled all he had in her drowning throat. With both his hands he pressed Mhaegan's face down onto his shaft, reaching the back of her throat with ease.
Her hand clenched on his thigh while her face struggled to rise. But Joffrey didn't let her until his hips thrusted a few times, and put every last drop of batter in her. She frantically swallowed in big gulps, the suction force threatening to empty out his family jewels.
"Aaaah… Haaaa…!"
Finally, when Joffrey eased back and let her get up, she fell on top of his chest while gasping for breath. She gulped hard, swallowing all of the remnants of Joffrey's sticky release coating her tongue and throat.
"You did wonderful." Joffrey praised her and held her against his body, turning her to relax her back against his chest, while his cock nestled behind the gap of her rear. He fondled her breasts, waiting for her to calm down.
That was honestly exquisite. Joffrey found himself admiring this personal whore of his. Money well spent.
But his sexual appetite being inhuman, he knew a mere facefuck won't satiate him. So, he waited for his shaft to spring back to life. Meanwhile, he slid one hand from her mounds to her belly, and then between her spread legs, tickling her kernel of pleasure, the sensitive little nub hidden between her lower petals.
"Ah, Your Grace…" Mhaegan moaned.
"Spread your legs," Joffrey ordered.
No hesitation, no refusal. She spread herself for him to claim. Tired, she threw her head back to his shoulder and let him prepare her for the next course.
"Umm… Oh…"
"That's enough." When Joffrey saw she had started squirming, he stood up in the water, and gave Mhaegan a hand. But the moment she got up, Joffrey pulled her back, and scooped her legs up with his other arm, lifting her up in a princess carry.
After all, good whores deserve to be treated well at times.
Thud!
Joffrey threw her wet body on the soft bed, and used a towel to wipe himself clean before joining her. His cock had already begun to rise again, so he went slow and savored every bit.
"Your Grace…" Mhaegan voiced weakly, her breath calm now. But on the bed, she had landed face first. However, instead of turning up, she folded her knees and spread her ass towards her king. "Which one would you like? This?"
She quickly turned around, her head on the pillow and her knees spread. She watched Joffrey from between her legs, wiping himself clean. "Or this?"
"Both, Mhaegen," he replied, finally placing his knees on the bed and approaching her.
That was enough for her core to feel aroused in heat. After all, in her mind, she was no longer a mere whore, but the powerful King's personal servant.
And with the King being great in bed, she didn't even feel ashamed of letting him devour her femininity whenever he desired.
If anything, it was a blessing in disguise.
"Ah!" She moaned as soon as she felt the King's royal cock press atop her folds. "Mmm…"
"But I'm afraid you'd have to do the work. I'm tired."
Mhaegan smiled softly and pulled Joffrey on her breast by his shoulder, bearing all his weight. But right after, she turned around with Joffrey aiding, and immediately got on top of him, his cock still resting deep inside to the hilt.
"Of course, Your Grace." She chirped. "That's what whores do."
Seven Hells. Joffrey blinked dumbfoundedly, wondering how she changed so much in a year. She's too good.
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Clank!
"Faster!"
"Haa!" Joffrey roared and ducked to save his neck. "You're too good, Uncle."
"I know," Jaime proudly replied and swung his blade masterfully. Fast, but without much strength behind it. The edges of the blades were flattened, so they sparred carefree. "But not for long, I fear."
Joffrey chuckled and blocked Jaime's strike with his Warhammer. Yes, he had been training in using that since Robert used it before. To make sure the realm didn't doubt his blood, he had to make himself appear as close to Robert's personality as possible.
The unforeseen benefit was that since using the Warhammer required greater strength and a stronger body, Joffrey gained much more muscle all over. All the while secretly having the genes of one of the greatest swordsmen in Westeros.
Sweating and panting, the two men sparred for hours at the crack of dawn. Their private training hall undisturbed by anyone, they laughed, shared stories, and shared thoughts. Jaime was particularly excited to learn about how he destroyed two ancient houses.
"You came out stronger, and that's all that matters," Jaime complimented, ending the spar. He got Joffrey a glass of water too, sitting beside him on the dirt training ground. "But there is something that's been troubling me, Your Grace."
Here it comes. Joffrey felt a sense of relief hearing that.
"Please, Uncle. It's just us here. Call me Joffrey, or nephew." Joffrey played the word game he had mastered over time. "And speak freely."
Jaime measured his words with utmost care, maintaining his gaze on Joffrey's face to sense any change in his expressions. "At last night's feast, I… sensed some trouble between you and my sister. I was wondering… what it might be."
"That…" Joffrey flinched slightly, looking away from Jaime for a moment before gathering himself up. All a ruse, of course. "It's nothing, Uncle… It's nothing."
Jaime had to be blind to not notice the tension. He smiled softly and tried to give Joffrey confidence. "Joffrey, you're my family. So is my sister. Divisions among kin only embolden our enemies. If there is something weighing your mind, you can share your troubles with me, and I will aid you."
That you will. Joffrey looked down, now showing a look of shame.
"Mother…" he gulped, breaking his words mid-sentence. "I… adore Mother, but…"
Jaime shifted closer to Joffrey and patted his shoulder. "Nobody's listening to us, Joffrey. Speak openly."
"Mother… touched me," Joffrey muttered.
Jaime's brows knit together, his smile fading away. "What do you mean? She's your mother. It's only natural for her to show affection."
"She… made me do… things." Joffrey clenched his fists, eyes narrow in frustration. "I-In the… I think she was just drunk…"
Jaime's hand on Joffrey's shoulder tightened. "What 'things', Joffrey?"
"No!" Joffrey exclaimed abruptly and jumped to his feet. "It's better left unspoken. Forget what I said, Uncle. I'll see you later."
With that, Joffrey rushed out of the training grounds, leaving Jaime confused and at the same time, frightened. From Joffrey's words, Jaime could only reach the worst of the worst conclusions. He didn't want to believe it, but he knew Cersei too well. At times, she goes overboard, and he hoped this wasn't one of those incidents.
"He looks… tormented," Jaime muttered to himself alone, rubbing his face and combing his hair tiredly. "What did you do, Cersei?"
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That morning, Joffrey had controlled his urges and stopped himself from spreading Mhaegen beneath him once again. Instead, he went to train with Jaime early in the morning.
After that, he dressed up and went to his solar to do some work. He waited until it was afternoon to head out again, up the stairs and towards Cersei's bedchambers. Behind him, Sandor and Jaime followed as his Kingsguard.
At last, when they arrived at the door, Joffrey stood there for a moment before letting out an audible sigh. "Wait here."
Knock! Knock!
"Mother?" Joffrey knocked and entered on his own. The first thing he sensed was a heavy scent of something aromatic and spicy, a flowery scent that didn't feel like a flower either. "Mother? Are you there?"
"Here, my King."
Joffrey heard her call from inside and closed the door behind. However, he purposefully left it slightly opened so a faint crack gave away the scene inside.
Summoning back the persona of the old Joffrey, he walked deeper into the grand bedchamber of the Queen Mother. It was massive enough to have different sections for bathing, drinking, sleeping, reading, or just sitting.
Joffrey saw her seated at the edge of her bed. But he refused to walk up to her as the bed wasn't visible through the crack in the door. He just stood there, staring at Cersei, her golden blonde locks untied, silky, and draping towards her back.
On her body was a thin, royal red gown of silk, tight around all the curves, the neck particularly revealing, exposing the view of her pale cleavage. She had jewelry as well, a thin gold necklace around her neck, and two large earrings.
In her one hand was a glass of fine wine, while the other appeared somewhat stained with something wet.
What was she doing?
"My sweet lion!" Cersei's voice rang out, a mixture of command and desperation as she rose from her seat, her bare feet padding softly against the lush rug beneath her. "What have I done to turn your heart to ice? How have I offended you, my Joffrey?"
"W-What are you saying, Mother?" He asked back.
Cersei finally reached him and threw away the wine glass before grabbing him by the side of his both arms. She had to look up, however, as he had grown plenty in the last year. No doubt, she also felt the muscles of his arms at that touch.
"You didn't come to see your mother after returning, and then you made me sit away…" Cersei's voice quivered, and tears welled in her eyes as she pressed her face against his chest. "Do you not love your mother anymore?"
She's good. I can't tell if those tears are real or fake.
Joffrey let out a deep sigh. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close, all while subtly positioning himself to be in a clear view of the door.
"Forgive me, Mother," he started, his tone dripping with false sincerity. "I was just making sure our grip on the North stays strong. With the only two young Starks left under our control, we're in a position of power."
"Then why be cruel to me? You don't love me anymore?" She asked again, still in his embrace.
"No, Mother, it's a misunderstanding." Joffrey squeezed her body tighter, "You are the most important woman in my life. I… I do love you, Mother."
Cersei's entire body flinched all of a sudden, and she removed herself from his embrace. With trembling hands, she cupped his face tenderly, her touch a mixture of desperation and affection. Those emerald eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, gazed up at him, pleading for reassurance. "S-Say that again… please."
There she goes. Joffrey saw through everything. She just failed to realize her manipulation wouldn't work on a master of manipulations himself.
"I love you, Mother."
Finally, a real drop of tear slid down Cersei's eyes. "Once more. Please."
Joffrey felt uncomfortable with the way she held his face in place. "I love you, Mother."
"And I love you more," Cersei chirped back and abruptly rose on her toes and planted her lips against Joffrey's. Only one hand caressed the side of his face now as the other wrapped around his neck to pull him into her lips.
It's Sansa… It's Sansa…
Joffrey closed his eyes, keeping his brows creased in the view of the doorframe. He imagined someone, not his mother against his lips, to make the experience tolerable.
But then Cersei went a step too far and refused to stop at a mere brush of lips. She attempted to probe her tongue between his lips, her eyes closed as if it were a romantic moment.
It's Sansa… It's Sansa. Joffrey let her do as she pleased, even reaching between his lips. This is for the future. This is for the future!
Just to make sure, he opened his eyes slightly, while maintaining a constant frown. He glanced towards the door, and sure enough, he noticed a shadow behind the minuscule crack.
Good! It started to seem tolerable with that. Seethe, Uncle. Seethe in rage for me.
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