"Ummmmh…" Margaery gave it her best and pressed her lips hard together around his thickness. But that only earned her a harder fuck as her nose constantly brushed against Joffrey's slightly bushy pubes.
Yet, she never dared to stop both her hands below. One twirled and pinched her own nipple while the other fucked her own cunt with the wooden cock. She drew pleasure and gave pleasure at the same time.
Sweaty, wet from her sticky spit, her tears, and Joffrey's cock—the musky, scentful activity continued for a long time in that room. Joffrey had closed his eyes, his chin up towards the ceiling while he fucked her to his heart's content.
House Tyrell foolishly thinks they have a chance to win this game. Joffrey drove in hard, hitting her throat roughly. No doubt, she was going to sound hoarse at the wedding ceremony.
Once a fine lady, she's no more than a whore to me now. Thank you, Olenna Tyrell… Thank you.
"I'm close!" Joffrey warned, not holding himself back this time. He had better things to do. But still, the intensity and pace of his thrusts increased, earning claps that usually came from another sort of fucking.
With her eyes closed, Margaery gave herself to his pleasure, only ever letting out long endless moans. "Mmmmmh… Nnnnnngh!"
Joffrey grounded himself deep, almost standing on his toes as he arched forward. Both his palms tightly clenched on her hair while his straining cock throbbed like a beating heart. "S-swallow it all!"
Finally, the last wall broke and he felt his balls jump in joy at the glorious release. Harsh groans left his lips while he flooded himself in her throat, oozing out all that royal spunk she desired in her cunt.
"Ghk!"
"T-Take it!" Joffrey heard her harsh swallows and pumped out a few more bubbling loads. She coughed and choked on him, some leaking out in long sticky strands. But Joffrey began fucking her face again as if coating every inch of her face was his goal.
In and out, while his cock calmed down, he continued to fuck her tight lips, smearing all of the leaking cream around her mouth. But when he finally took out his cock, he slapped it all over her forehead, eyes, nose, and cheeks.
"Art!" Joffrey exclaimed at his work below.
His balls squeezed tight as if demanding a second round. The complete surrender from Margaery Tyrell was highly pleasurable. Sadly, he felt no desire to bed her anymore, her cunt more useless to him than Cersei's life.
"Aaah! Oooh, Your Grace!" Margaery, having never stopped fucking herself, arrived at her own moment of glory. She cried out in ecstasy, a dizzying explosion of sensations. Already powerless and tired, she sensed the oncoming explosive climax exhausting the last ounce of energy she had left.
"Ummmmmm! Yesss~ Ah, ooooo-yess~" Her hand moved with a mind of its own.
The sizable wooden cock slid in and out of her cunt while it clamped and spasmed around it. Not long after, she fell back completely on the floor, her legs still spread apart while her hands moved.
Joffrey stood there and watched the entire thing play out. The state Margaery was in, very much unlike a noble, pleased his heart. This was her worth in his eyes, a whore who thought she had a role in this game.
A whore who dared to dream of being my queen.
"Aaaaaah~" Margaery finally climaxed. Her hands let go of the wood, leaving it still impaled deep. Her pussy lips shuddered uncontrollably as a stream of erotic squirt escaped her, the wooden cock wiggling as her muscles contracted and shuddered in pulsating waves of pleasure.
Her belly throbbed, contorted with each sweet release. So much, so loud, so scentful that the entire room reeked of sex and nothing else. No matter how many scented candles burned in the corners, Margaery won over them all.
"Oooooh~" Her head fell back on the floor while her legs finally came down. A puddle of her squirt drenched her dress under her hips, the floor sullied too. But she just lay there silently, naked, eyes closed in abandon.
Joffrey smiled at the view and engraved it in his memory. Having donned his breeches and cleaned himself, he knelt down and pulled out the wooden cock from her swollen red slit. She let out another mewling cry when he did so.
But Joffrey merely walked to the side to clean it, dry it, and then store it in the table drawer again. He had made it just out of curiosity, but now he really liked its usefulness.
"You did well, my wife-to-be," Joffrey said as he walked towards the door and headed to his room for a night's rest. "I shall see you at the wedding."
"Umhmm…" Margaery merely hummed, too tired to speak. But in her heart she relished, considering the little humiliation worth it.
As long as she got to marry him and be the queen, everything was worth it.
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After a good night's sleep with Mhaegan, Joffrey left his bedchambers and walked toward the Tower of the Hand. He had called a special meeting of the Small Council. However, it was only a partial meeting with Tyrion and the new Master of Ships.
"Your Grace!"
Joffrey paused and looked behind. Instantly he felt conflicted as he gazed at his little brother. The boy was too simple and too easy to manipulate. The only reason so many schemers felt confident in killing him was because of Tommen.
Should I kill him?... I'd rather not be my old self. Joffrey cleared his mind and noticed a small kitten sitting on Tommen's shoulder.
"Just call me brother, Tommen. Blood is stronger than a crown—one you can't lose, and the other you can." Joffrey let the boy approach him. Not as tall as him, but Tommen was growing to be a fine man, albeit physically weak and untrained. Cersei still had her tentacles over the family.
Tommen nodded firmly, displaying a rare show of seriousness. "I-I wanted to speak with you, Brother. Alone in secret, please."
With one brow raised, Joffrey became interested. "Follow me."
Quickly, he took Tommen to one of the empty side rooms that belonged to the servants. "What is it?"
"Don't marry Margaery, Brother. She's not a good person!" Tommen explained everything with a worried expression. "When you left to fight in the North, Margaery came to my room at night and tried to get into my bed. But I always jumped away from her."
"Always? How many times did she approach you?" Joffrey asked. On the surface, he looked calm, but in his heart, he felt like exploding in anger. The punishment he had given Margaery felt too gentle now.
"S-She came each night, for a week."
"Did she do anything to you?"
Tommen hesitantly shook his head. "She tried to… to touch me. She tickled my belly often, but it always felt weird. She once asked me if I wanted to be the King."
Joffrey glared at his brother. "And what did you reply with?"
"I denied, Brother. Being the King is boring, and I hate fighting." Tommen chirped as if it was a fact, not just his thoughts.
Hah, he hasn't changed at all. Joffrey chuckled and patted Tommen's shoulder. He caressed the little kitten's head. Good thing I patched up my relationship with my siblings. Now I don't have to feel pity for the Tyrells.
"Thank you for telling me, Tommen. But promise me to never reveal this to anyone else, not even Mother." Joffrey sternly advised him. "As a reward, I will have a big cattery built in your room."
"Really?" Tommen beamed with joy. "Then, I'll take this secret to my grave, Brother. I promise."
Haha, who's teaching him these words?
"Good, you may go now. I have a Small Council meeting." Joffrey exited the small room and they parted ways.
As he continued towards the Tower of the Hand, he thought about Cersei and Jaime. The more he thought the more frustrated he got. Why is Jaime still loyal to Cersei?
On the way, Joffrey neared Tyrion's room and decided to just go and get the man to come along. Being the King's right-hand man, Tyrion didn't really lack luxury. If anything, he had more than needed—a huge room, and plentiful wine.
But as Joffrey opened the door without knocking, he realized the man had his whore settled too. Currently amidst a battle of flesh on the bed, the whore riding the little lord.
Joffrey sneered and walked further in. He hated Shae and wanted her gone no matter what. The two-faced whore had hidden agendas and was willing to sell her loyalty for a little gold. It was extremely dangerous to keep her there.
It was possible that she genuinely loved Tyrion right now, but Joffrey still couldn't care less. Any person with even a speck of possibility of treason deserved to die in his eyes. He couldn't afford the same mistakes of the past life.
I'll have to be smart about this one. Joffrey silently stood there watching Shae ride herself on his uncle, her tits jolting with her jumping hips. When is grandfather arriving?
"Shouldn't you be at the Small Council chambers, Uncle?" Joffrey finally spoke and interrupted them.
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