"So, you killed him?" Joffrey asked, holding his lawfully wedded wife in his arms, their bodies bare under the warm quilt, skin against skin, their loins steamy from their spent lust.
Daenerys pressed her head against Joffrey's chest. She'd arrived at The Twins hours ago and spent the night with her husband. Of course, the ritual of a husband and a wife was performed first. Once both of them were exhausted, they snuggled and discussed matters.
"You were right, Joffrey. Ser Jorah was never worthy of trust. A man who sold souls into chains to please his pampered wife. A man who served Varys, not me. You saw the truth before I did. Had I faltered… our son might not have lived."
Joffrey pulled her soft body closer; the warmth of her skin, the scent of her silvery hair was erotic. He really didn't mind having her as his wife as long as he could control her. She was more like a trophy to him.
"When I first laid eyes on that man, I knew what he was. I'm pleased you saw it too. But enough of him—we've a matter far more pressing, Daenerys." Joffrey looked down at her dreamy face. "It's been months… and still, our son has no name."
Daenerys intently stared at his face. "Do you have anything in mind?"
Joffrey hummed, thinking for a while. "How about… Aurelion?"
"Targaryen?" She asked.
"Both—Aurelion Baratheon-Targaryen."
"That's quite a mouthful."
"Hah! He'll inherit an empire, won't he? The grander the name, the more it suits his station. Let the smallfolk stumble over it—reminds them where they stand without a word from us."
Normally, Daenerys was all about protecting the weak and being just. But she didn't object to Joffrey's manner. His methods worked, and they worked efficiently. That was all that mattered. He helped her secure Slaver's Bay without even being there. She couldn't wait to see what he'd do once he was directly involved.
After a short moment, Daenerys voiced. "Aurelion… It's beautiful. I'll accept, if you promise me something."
"That is?"
"I want a daughter next."
Listening to that, Joffrey's cock twitched under the quilt. With Daenerys' leg folded on his lap, he was sure she felt it, too. Besides, he actually wanted to put another babe in her belly. That was the strategy to keep Daenerys under control. Her womb must never know emptiness, always swollen with his babe, tits full.
"Well, I may be blessed, but I suppose we'll just keep trying until we have what we want." Joffrey pivoted towards her, face to face. "I believe we can start right away."
Smoothly, he slid over Daenerys, pushing her flat on the warm bedding. With ease, he shifted between his legs, his half-erect shaft gently teasing her soaked entrance, still sore from their previous session.
But Daenerys welcomed him with open arms and a beautiful smile, her purple eyes bright in desperation. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist, her hands rubbed all over his chest.
"Don't keep me waiting… Joffrey—aaah!"
No need to ask; he aligned his shaft and slammed in like he owned her. Her cunt had served well for his need. Her tight, rosy pussy walls clamped on him with hunger for his seed. And he was more than willing to give.
As much as she wanted.
As many times as possible.
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"Your Grace."
Sitting inside the main hall of the Twins castle, Joffrey looked down at Jaime Lannister, who was kneeling towards him. The man had returned from the campaign against the Iron Islands.
"Arise, Ser Jaime."
The blonde-haired knight rose up and looked up at Joffrey. "Your Grace, the Ironborn fleet is no more. We held our distance, just as you commanded, and rained fire with the exploding scorpions. By the time we stepped ashore, they'd already lost more than half their men."
"What of Euron Greyjoy?"
"He's dead. We don't know how, but he was somehow able to cause a storm in the sea using a horn. Luckily, I aimed the exploding scorpion right at him and obliterated him to pieces."
It had been almost two months since Joffrey sent Jaime and Lord Redwyne to eradicate the Ironborn. He had sent an overwhelming navy with the best weapons known to mankind. Victory was already guaranteed; the question was how swift and painful it would be.
"Where is this horn?"
"Lost at sea, Your Grace. Or perhaps obliterated with Euron when I struck him. The Iron Islands are yours, Your Grace. The seventh kingdom no longer remains Seven," Ser Jaime proclaimed with pride. "The realm no longer has to fear their raiding and pillaging."
Joffrey got up from the high chair and walked closer to Ser Jaime. Then, he pulled the man in for a quick hug. A calculated move on Joffrey's part. He valued Ser Jaime for his commanding and fighting skills, nothing else.
"Well done, Uncle. The scribe shall record your valor." Joffrey promised and then looked at Tyrion behind him, on the side. "Uncle, ready the men. We march further North—now. But first… there are still two squids rotting in the dungeon."
Originally, the plan was to use Theon and Asha Greyjoy to take over the Iron Islands. However, Joffrey decided to instead destroy the Iron Islands and end the threat of their piracy forever. And now, he had the two Greyjoy siblings in the dungeon, useless to him.
Very soon, he arrived at the dungeons underneath the castle. The place was extremely damp and cold due to the Twins sitting at the shores of a river. The place had Golden Legion men standing as guards.
"Open it," Joffrey ordered as he stood in front of the metal door.
Creak!
He walked inside the damp cell. The Unsullied soldiers quickly lit two torches on the walls and then stepped back to stand near the door and also guard their King. But there was no need, as Theon and Asha stood chained to the walls. Both had their hands tied above their heads and their legs, each locked with a very short chain. They couldn't move much, forget sitting.
They'd been kept like that for days now, and they barely stood straight, dangling by the cuffs on their wrists, which had turned red and wounded already.
"Still alive? That's surprising." Joffrey commented and walked closer to Asha Greyjoy. The woman was instantly alert and stood straight, glaring back at Joffrey, her teeth gritted.
Joffrey let out a short chuckle and touched Asha's pale face, her sharp jaw. Then, for no reason, he spread his palm on her breasts. They were barely noticeable, not even enough to squeeze. Still, Joffrey teased her over her dirty, thin tunic. He felt her tight nipples harden.
"House Greyjoy seems to have run out of luck," Joffrey muttered and stopped kneading her breasts, now rubbing his hand on her amazingly toned belly, the tight abs were noticeable. Seeing her, he remembered Arya from a few years ago. Only Asha was taller and older, but her body was as tight as Arya, if not more.
Well, he'd already fucked Arya into a fine woman. Her hips and tits were more pronounced now, but still toned.
"What do you want?" Asha growled. "I-I came to you as an ally."
"Hah! A Greyjoy? An ally? Loyalty and honor are as scarce in your blood as pillaging and raping is common to you. You'd kneel today, aye—but in a year's time, you'd rise with a blade in hand." Joffrey proclaimed and abruptly pushed his hand under the waistband of her tight, leg-hugging breeches. He unceremoniously squeezed his fingers down between her legs and felt her cunt, dry as a rock in the sun, pubes overgrown, but slit tight.
"Too bad. I considered sampling the salt-born delicacy like you once. But I'm afraid this cunt has invited far too many nasty sea men. Seven knows what disease you're carrying."
It was pure humiliation. And Joffrey rather enjoyed it. Moments like these were when he could be his real self. Ruthless, animalistic, and perhaps crazy.
"Umh…" Asha felt two of his fingers rub between her petals. She couldn't squeeze her legs shut because of the chains. "Then… Then have me… I'll be your loyal woman."
Joffrey laughed at her face and probed a single finger deep inside her raw, dry cunt, spearing through the tight walls and claiming her juices inside. "So you can slit my throat on a random night? No, I rather prefer actual women—Sweet Sansa, my wife Daenerys, I have plenty of far better options."
"Then…" Asha choked, his finger making her wet. "What do you want?"
"It's simple…" Joffrey stopped fingering Asha and pulled his hand out. Her juices glistened on his fingertips. So, Joffrey stepped to the side in front of Theon and without any hint, pressed those drenched fingers on the guy's lips, pushing him to open up and lick it. Yes, he was unhinged in his actions. The closer to victory he was, the more he felt liberated. "I want you two dead—A dead enemy is a good enemy."
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