The ravens went far and beyond. It was chaos throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Limited, however, since no Lord and Lady had the guts to say anything about Joffrey's invasion of Lys and Tyrosh.
The Faith of the Seven openly declared it the Seven's will, and that Joffrey was their apostle. The Citadel praised it and called it just, as the Maesters were against slavery, and the two Free Cities were heavily into it.
Sadly, no one had any idea why Joffrey was invading them. He only saw them as goldmines and nothing more. Sure, he'd get rid of slavery officially, but it would continue under the guise of 'work'. Lys was a city that was nothing more than a glorified, luxurious brothel. Tyrosh was a mercantile city with strong trade ties across Essos.
Gold was all that Joffrey wanted. He had no dragons to secure his throne, so he wanted to gild it with gold. So much gold that every man and woman would think a thousand times before even raising their gaze at him.
But, for now, he was deeply involved in taking over the entire realm. The reply from Dorne was still in the waiting, and the Iron Islands were already deemed a target to be destroyed by Joffrey.
Thankfully, the game had already begun. Now it was Theon's turn to make Joffrey proud.
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Iron Islands, Pyke Island.
Theon arrived at Pyke Island after a long journey. With a mission, but also some hope in his heart. The plan and the task given to him by Joffrey weren't only going to save him, but also grant him the Seastone chair.
"What?!"
That was his first reaction when he arrived at Pyke Island. His father was dead, and Euron Greyjoy had returned, and even became the new King of the Iron Islands. The entire mood of the Iron Islands had shifted towards expansionism. Euron wanted Westeros, and he wanted it at all costs.
Just one meeting with Euron and Theon knew that defeating that man was impossible. Joffrey's plan had taken Balon into consideration, not Euron. A far more cunning, ruthless, and dangerous man. A man well-versed in the magical nature of the Far East.
So, he had no choice but to continue with the second half of the plan.
The plan was to use Asha and drive her away from the Iron Islands. Right into Joffrey's palms; so a war in her name could be justified since she was the next in line after Balon.
"Sit here and scheme all you like, but nothing will come of it. He's got the lords wrapped around his finger with those promises." Theon tried to convince his sister.
"I'm telling you, Asha, Joffrey's the key. With him, we can take back what's ours—what's yours. He's got the Crown's fleet, the Redwyne, and soon, Tyrosh and Lys at his beck and call. With that, we can crush Euron before he even sees it coming."
Asha took a long sip of her ale, her eyes never leaving her brother. There was no warmth in her gaze, only a cold indifference. "Trust your word? Aye, and I'll believe in the sun rising in the west next. I can't even recall the last time I saw you, Theon."
"Then stay here and rot. Euron will sell you to some decrepit old man, and that will be your fate—nothing more than a lord's plaything. You despised the thought of being some noble's wife, yet that's the life that awaits you now. Euron cares nothing for you, just as he cared nothing for our father. The whispers are true; I believe them—he killed father."
Asha scoffed. "Did the Starks teach you to bark like that?"
"Have your way then." Theon frustratingly got up and left his sister. He was surprised how the discussion with Asha went exactly as Joffrey had predicted. The key was going slow and being persistent. The goal was to slowly make her realize that nobody saw her worth at the Iron Islands.
For the day, his work was done. But he still wanted to find out what Euron was up to.
An attack on Westeros could bring doom to Joffrey's plans.
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Stonehelm was a castle in the Stormlands. It was the ancient seat of House Swann, and it was loyal to Joffrey for his Baratheon 'blood'. As the siege of Highgarden ended, Joffrey rode quickly towards the east coast and arrived at the castle that sat on the shores of the Sea of Dorne. From there, he aimed to direct the subjugation of Tyrosh and Lys.
"Ah, ah, that's right! That's how we fuck beyond the Wall! Oh… This is how you won me-eeeh… King of kneelers."
Joffrey grunted and kept driving into Val. Holding one of her legs up against his chest, her body lay sideways as he pounded between her legs with thrusts hard enough to shove her against the headboard. The animalistic nature of his sexual prowess was only seen by Val because she demanded it.
"What else to expect from a wildling." Joffrey teased her and pressed down forward, which also made the leg he held stretch and open her up even more. Her creamy, pale, well-toned legs were a delight to hold. But even hotter was the annoyed glare in her blue eyes. "Oh, I meant Free Folk."
"Ummh!" She still enjoyed it but with a smirk on her face. "As expected from a vile mum fucker."
Joffrey's cheek twitched at that jab. So, he pressed harder on her, stretching her so much that she had to start squirming. It was pleasure and pain combined. His hips thrust into her tight core with all his might and length. He kept her leg caught by one hand and used the other hand to clench and fondle her fantastic large breasts.
"Quite a nasty mouth you got."
"Of course it is. You came in it," she shot back instantly.
Her bloody mouth. Joffrey felt at a loss. She's amazing.
"All fours! Now!" He released her and pulled his cock out. She was writhing already, their sexual night having entered the fourth hour and her fifth climax. Joffrey had finished once already in her mouth, but he wanted to give her more to compensate for the past months.
Giggling, she turned around and got on her elbows and knees. Her amazing honey-blonde locks were untied and sprinkled in a mess, a perfect mix of everything in Joffrey's view. Her fantastic round ass, that soaked, flushed pussy, and that arching muscled back.
"No relaxing." Joffrey drove in her clenching depth and slammed all his length to the hilt. He remained there and leaned slightly forward, reaching for her long, blonde hair with one hand. He twisted his palms round, making a thick rope out of the locks. It was enough to make it clear what was coming. "You wanted me to fuck you like a savage? There you… go!"
"Aaaaah!" Val moaned and cried the loudest that night.
Her torso was raised by the tug on her hair, and she had to rise up with her arms. But Joffrey continued to pull until she had only the fingers left to support her front. "Fuck! You darn scheming scoundrel!"
It was extremely common to exchange curses when fucking Val. Joffrey was so used to it that they didn't even register.
Pa!
Joffrey pulled his hips and clapped in hard. Spearing through her tight, suffocating walls, he felt each throb of her insides. He gulped hard and stared down at the beautiful site of the union of his length and her cunt. Every time he pulled out, her tightness made it so that the rim of her pussy lips would stretch out, scraping around his girth. It was all wet and dripping mess, yet so tight that it was heaven.
Or perhaps it was just his size that was too much.
Pa!
The squelching, clapping thrusts became so much more audible. An insane rush reached into Joffrey's head and made him chase that wild release at the depth of her core. That night, he wanted to lay his seed in her womb and tickle her cervix.
"Still feeling good? Want more?"
"Do your worst! Hehe!" Val talked back, her neck bent backward because of Joffrey's grip.
"Fine."
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