"Your Grace! What did your vision reveal? What did you see? Even the Targaryens, with their dragons of fire, whom did they fear?" Leyton asked him, almost on the verge of begging. It was clear, the old man was lost to the pursuit of knowledge.
Joffrey sighed, wondering if he should tell him or not. Chances were that Leyton would believe him. But, giving the man what he sought for ten years so easily, without receiving anything back was not the way of a Lion.
"I know. I know who they feared and how to fight that approaching danger. Not too far, in this very decade, the entire realm will experience that fear firsthand." Joffrey sprinkled some clues to heighten Leyton's desperation. "Darkness is creeping… Winter is coming."
Leyton's eyes widened at that proclamation. He shivered almost. "W-Who?"
"Prove it first," Joffrey replied and started to move towards the door to leave slowly. "Prove to me that you are loyal to the crown first, and I'll tell you everything that I saw."
"How is it that you require my assistance, Your Grace?"
"Your support. Once the siege is over, I need your army and navy to support my conquest beyond The Broken Arm. Tyrosh and Lys, I need them to serve as the last bastion in our future battle against the darkness, for it will come from the North." Joffrey revealed and opened the door to step out.
"Yes, yes, that makes true sense. That's why so many Targaryens sought to unite with Dorne, time and again. Yes, indeed, that's right." Leyton paused, his frail hands trembling slightly. "Have it then. You have my support, Your Grace."
Joffrey nodded in agreement and stepped outside. "I will try to find the tomes in Highgarden once this is over."
"Tomorrow! It shall end tomorrow, Your Grace. You need not waste time on Tyrells. Let me…"
Shocked, Joffrey looked back and in silence listened to Leyton's whispers. The entire plan from the start to the end. A plan to take Highgarden without any resistance or further damage.
Is this what they call turning disaster into opportunity? Joffrey agreed with Lord Hightower's plan right away and retreated.
Soon enough, the large carriage left the premises, and Joffrey also stopped bombarding the castle with scorpions. There was no need to waste resources anymore.
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Night arrived once again, and this time there was silence. Joffrey walked towards his tent to finish the day and get to bed. Arya was also beside him, acting like his guard or something.
I wonder what Val has planned. It was the last day of the siege, so Joffrey knew something was going to happen.
"Watch out!"
A ruckus emerged all of a sudden.
Splash!
"Aaah!" Arya growled angrily, soaking wet from head to toe. She glared to the side at the Unsullied soldier who was carrying the large bucket and tripped.
"Oh no, dear." Val emerged out of nowhere and patted Arya's clothes. "You're drenched! Come with me, I'll give you one of mine while your clothes dry."
What is this Wildling planning? Joffrey amusedly watched Val take Arya away after giving him a secret wink.
He chuckled and went into his tent alone. Immediately after, his bathtub was placed inside and he sat down in it to dissolve the day's fatigue. He thought about everything that had happened that day, also taking into account that Leyton could betray.
Woosh!
His eyes opened at the sound of someone entering.
Ah! Good job, Val.
Joffrey saw Arya enter the tent wearing nothing but a sleeveless, white nightgown that had thin strings to stay on her shoulders, and it reached as far as her calves. It didn't seem she wore any smallclothes either as he noticed the small, tight nipples on the gown.
It'll be easy to access everything tonight. He felt hard already.
As expected, Arya didn't even look at him and got into the bed. That night, she also threw a few pillows between her side and Joffrey before pulling up the quilt.
Useless attempts.
It was hard to wait, but Joffrey did his best. After half an hour he got out of the tub, wiped himself dry, and slid into his bed. Wasting not a single moment, he pulled up the quilt and shifted closer to Arya's back.
As expected, he just shoved the pillows away and quickly plastered his naked front on her back. That night, her arms were naked, and her nightgown was thin, so he felt everything far more.
Acting asleep?
That night, Joffrey went further than ever before. No, he had done this before after bedding Sansa that night. But still, it excited him. Sansa was docile, and Catelyn was easy to sway, so winning Arya was a true trophy from House Stark.
Tracing her waist, Joffrey moved his hand to the side of her hips. There, he ran his fingers softly, pulling up the hem of her nightgown slowly, exposing more and more of her legs, then thighs. Before he knew it, he gripped a handful of the cloth and pulled it all up to her waist.
Ah! Warm, just as I remember. He sank the length of his cock horizontally against the crack of her ass. No smallclothes? Good work, Val. I'll reward you later.
The softness of her asscheeks felt like a feather against his groin. The untouched curves, and the pure tenderness of her thighs, all aroused him to no end. He wanted her, but he couldn't. So, he settled for the next best thing.
"Umh~" Arya unwittingly let out a moan. How could she not when she felt it? That rigid, thickness of his throbbing cock slid between her tight thighs, brushing against her entrance that, despite her best efforts, couldn't stop sopping.
Joffrey lost himself to that amazing dive. So warm, and a little steamy, it gave him all the lube needed to slide his cock all the way between her thighs and crotch. There, he rested for a while, savoring the sensations.
Amidst that, he moved his hand up, tracing her naked arm, and reached for her slender shoulder. With a lone finger, he hooked the thin string and pulled it to the side, sliding it down. It didn't take a lot as he spread his palm wide on her shoulder and slid down towards her breast.
He easily went under the loosened nightgown and reached her fantastic, handful breasts, bare, soft as a cloud, with that tight button aroused and erect.
No, he didn't pinch it. He just kept his palm wide on her breast and felt her, at times flicking her nipples between the fingers as he fondled her.
While that happened above, he began the slow motion of his hips, thrusting in and out of her thigh gap. By then he could hear Arya's contentious suppressed moans. Her hips beckoned against his pelvis, grounding into him.
She tried to arch her back but failed as he had her captured in place.
Go on, Arya Stark. Lose yourself to pleasure. Surrender yourself to me.
"Mmmh…" She whined.
Clap!
Joffrey gifted her the first hard thrust of the night. His thighs clapped against her ass. It was too quick but Joffrey felt on the edge already. He couldn't stop anymore, and since there was no Sansa behind him this time, he refused to slow down.
"Argh… ha~" Joffrey groaned near her ear before pushing his lips on her nape and kissing her there. His hands picked up speed on her breasts at the same time.
Seven hells! I can't wait to slide into her.
It was the excitement to explore the untouched. To be inside the treasure hidden. To claim what was once forbidden. Arya was no taboo and rather a fine lady who knew how to play with a sword. That only made her more desirable to him.
"Ugh!" Joffrey grunted a loud one and spilled with no shame. Right between her creamy legs, he made a mess of his seed. Right against her tight entrance, he left a thick load as if it were the ringing bells of the soon-to-be-arriving real thing.
He panted a little and kept fucking the tight gap until he felt his fluid make a real sticky mess all over. From her tight cunt to his balls, from her thighs to his pelvis. The mess spread everywhere and until he could no longer thrust, he kept going. His hand kept feeling her tits.
"Enough!" Arya exploded suddenly and jumped out of the bed, landing on her feet. Her gown quickly fell to her calves but from her shoulders it remained dangled on one side, exposing her pale breast.
Shhh~
She grabbed her needle sword and pointed it at Joffrey.
"What? Look at your face. Flushed, panting, and is that a smirk?" Joffrey taunted her. Her anger was born of history, not what Joffrey had just done. So, he remained in the bed, one elbow under his head.
"Fight me, Joffrey!" Arya growled, clenching her thighs shut as she still felt something slowly trickling down.
It's just a formality at this point.
Joffrey nodded and sat up before shifting out of the bed. Facing Arya, he stood up naked, cock dangling. He saw her eyes lock onto his groin for lingering moments.
"You do know what will happen if you lose, right?"
"You were planning on doing it anyway." Arya sneered.
"But I would have never entered you," Joffrey replied and walked to the side to grab his loose breeches. "How about this? I'll fight you with one hand, and I won't even draw my sword. But when you lose—and you will—you'll obey me in everything I command until my campaign is over."
With pants on, Joffrey gripped his sword and looked back at her. He liked the look on her face, cute and charming. He couldn't wait to lift her in the air and slam her down on his cock.
Arya gritted her teeth, wondering if this was the right choice. "Getting cocky now, Joffrey?"
"Oh, already talking about cocks? Didn't take you for a desperate one," Joffrey ridiculed. "What do you think? Will you accept the deal?"
A short silence overcame.
Arya looked down, her legs shaking. Her own body was failing her as her arousal had peaked. But, no matter how much her body desired, she didn't want to give in so easily. Joffrey was already doing things to her, and Sansa had already refused to come with her to the North. So, she found no fault in at least putting up a fight.
Not for the sake of winning, but for the sake of maintaining her self-respect. Whatever came after was left to fate.
"D-Deal… I accept the deal."
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