Chapter 104 - Total Submission & A Challenger II

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"Why? Why Arya too?"

Sansa ran back to her bedchamber, tears sliding down her cheeks as she slammed the door behind her and fell into her bed.

"I didn't care if it was Daenerys. I didn't care if it was any other woman. But why Arya?"

Knock! Knock!

"Sansa?"

Sansa quickly sat up and wiped away her tears, though it was hard to get rid of the redness around her eyes. Her pale, beautiful face had become a gorgeous view of a troubled princess. No man in the realm could look at her and not continue to leer. Although with an average bosom, she was tall and had a slender waist, the birthing hips offset any flaws she had. Adding her long, copper hair to the equation, she was a realm-renowned beauty—all belonging to one single man.

Sansa was aware of her beauty and hoped Joffrey wouldn't look elsewhere with her there. Then came Daenerys, who was truly beautiful even to her eyes. So, she hoped Joffrey would never look elsewhere with the two of them.

But now, even Arya, who she considered not that much of a beauty, or even a lady. Was this jealousy or pride? She wasn't sure herself.

"Your Grace." She restrained her anger and responded to her husband in all but name.

"Sansa, don't cry."

Sansa recoiled as she felt Joffrey's gentle palm caress her cheeks, wiping away her tears and lifting her face up by the chin.

"You were not meant to see that, Sansa. I apologize."

"What do you mean? Was it some secret you hoped to keep? That you've been bedding my sister?" Sansa lashed out, fighting against her instincts of being submissive to him as she'd always been.

A wave of panic spread across Sansa's heart as she noticed Joffrey's expression turn from concerned to cold. She feared the return of the old Joffrey she had almost forgotten.

"I-I didn't mean to shout, Your Grace. I'm just…" She tried to apologize. But she felt Joffrey's hand slide from her chin to grab her throat, and she felt his grip harden a bit.

"You…" Joffrey sneered, shoving her back until the edge of the bed caught her legs. "You're angry because I sought Arya's company while I was out fighting battles in Highgarden? You? Did you really think I wouldn't learn of your deeds?"

Sansa's heart sank. Not just panic, now there was fear sweeping through her. "Y-Your Grace…"

"You dared to disgrace yourself, Sansa, not just with Lady Merryweather but with common whores? I thought you were meant to be a lady of virtue, of refinement, not a creature of debauchery and shame! And now, Lady Merryweather demands I clean up the mess you made, take responsibility for your actions? How dare you?" Joffrey bellowed at her face, angry eyes carving holes through her vulnerable mind.

His fury darkened as he leaned closer. "Arya? She stood by me in battles, fought for my cause, and saved my life when no one else dared. And now you expect me to cast her aside like some useless thing? Tell me, Sansa, is that not the same as Daenerys commanding me to abandon you? Shall I bow to that madness too?"

"N-No… Please forgive me, Your Grace. I was… I was lost and I longed for your company and…" Sansa began crying again, caught red-handed with her secret. "I…"

"I'm disgusted, Sansa. I intended to wed you at the Sept of Baelor, to make you my queen. And now? You've become a joke even the whores of King's Landing laugh at." Joffrey loosened his grip on her throat and stepped away from her. "Aye, I bedded Arya. Aye, I enjoyed every moment of it. But I kept it behind closed doors, ensuring no fool spoke my name in jest. You, Sansa, ruined it all. You… Call the maids and have them pack your things. You're returning to Winterfell."

Thud!

"No! No, Your Grace!" Sansa fell to her knees suddenly and hugged Joffrey's leg, distraught, scared of being sent back to the cold North. To be sold off to some fat lord because she'd already birthed a bastard daughter.

"I beg you, Your Grace. Forgive me, please! I… I'll do anything… I don't mind Arya. Please, just give me a chance."

Joffrey shook his head, sneering. "How many times must I remind you that everything I do is for the good of the realm and the crown? I loved you, Sansa. I cherished House Stark—your mother, Arya, all of you. You're the only family I have left. And yet, you disgrace yourself, lying with common whores. A future queen, debasing herself in such filth. Getting her cunt spread by a whore's fingers."

Sansa shivered, her eyes wide open, tears forming nonstop. She hugged his leg tighter, mumbling curses at herself. "I'm stupid! I'm a fool! I beg you, just this once, Your Grace. Just this once!"

"I trusted you," Joffrey continued speaking, his voice masterfully crafted to sound pitiful and sad. "Here I hoped to put another babe in you and further my bloodline. But you sleep with whores, what does that make you? Are the smallfolk going to call our daughter a whore's spawn?"

"I made a terrible mistake, Your Grace. Please, just grant me one more chance—I beg you."

"Very well." Joffrey showed a hint of concern. He reached for her head and caressed her auburn hair. "You have disappointed me but it seems I love you far too much to give you up."

"Please, forgive me. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right and earn your trust once more."

Joffrey tried his best to hide his smirk and while caressing her hair, he used his other hand to loosen his breeches. With ease he pushed down his waistband, revealing his flaccid cock, still slathered with the musky, viscous culmination of Arya and his climax.

Only now did Sansa realize how strong the scent of sex was, oozing from between Joffrey's legs. Already on her knees, her face was merely inches away from his crotch, and now it dangled in front of her eyes.

"I need proof, my Sansa. Proof that I still have your heart," Joffrey demanded, taking a step closer to her so his slowly growing cockhead touched her forehead. "Will you…"

"With love!" Sansa exclaimed and without even using her hands, opened her mouth and took in all of his barely hardened length, disappearing it between her lips while her tongue attacked him inside.

"Aghk!" Sansa greedily tried to coat him with her spit and swallow it. But the balmy scent and the sticky, creamy taste made her gag. Yet, she suckled her lover with furious need, trying to prove her desire for him. She felt him grow big inside her mouth, from half mast to eventually full mast, which she couldn't fully take in.

"Good…" Joffrey complimented, guiding her face with his hand gripping her hair and his hips gifting slow thrusts. He smiled, smirked, and proudly looked down at her focused head.

Complete submission. That's your destiny, my Sansa. Know your place and you'll be the happiest woman in the realm.

"I… I want you to make up with Arya." Joffrey ordered her, filling her mouth until he felt the back of her throat. "I want the two of you to be my loyal, obedient companions. I cannot have you both at odds. That is why tonight..."

Joffrey let the words sink in before finishing.

"To understand each other deeply, I want you to join me and Arya in the bed." Joffrey felt her jolt, but he didn't pull out of her throat. Instead, he pressed harder. "You'd do that, wouldn't you, Sansa? To be my loyal woman?"

And finally, Joffrey pulled out of her tight throat. Long, liquidy stands of her spit stretched from her lips and his cockhead, making a long arch in the air. What a beautiful sight it was, he thought.

Wanting to save himself for the night, he stopped fucking her throat and made Sansa stand up. Like a caring husband, he wiped his sleeves on her face to clean her. Then he tucked his breeches back.

Still unsure? Joffrey noticed a hint of reservation on her face.

"But." He added and pulled her between his arms, one hand around her slender waist and the other caressing her belly. "I am a king blessed with looks, and it makes ruling far easier. Sometimes, a king must indulge in the company of highborn women, giving them a night they will never forget. It is not love, no. It is my duty as king."

Before Sansa could respond, Joffrey rubbed her belly with a slight press. "This is my vow, Sansa, and it's a law I impose upon myself. The only woman whose belly I shall fill with my heirs is you. No other woman will dare take your place. Have I not shown you that with Margaery?"

Sansa nodded strongly, a small smile forming on her lips. The one thing she relished the most was feeling her King's love. Be it verbal or physical, she cherished it the most.

"That's why, I ask you not to fear other women. Stand with pride for being the only woman who can birth me heirs. As for Arya, I may cherish her, but she will never be the mother of my children, nor will she ever be a queen—she has no such desires either. It would please me greatly, however, if you could show her gratitude; since she saved my life and steadied me through my pain during the battles. Because of Arya, I'm yours, Sansa."

And with that, Joffrey eased in and planted a soft kiss on Sansa's forehead. Then he pulled her in for a tight embrace, finally unmasking his smile as no one could see.

Just a few more days before I feast on all three of you. I can't wait for Catelyn's arrival.

"I'm sorry, Joffrey," Sansa whispered, her voice trembling. She clung to him, her heart heavy with regret. "I was blind, couldn't see... you're not like the rest. Your burdens are greater, so much heavier than a knight or lord's."

Aye, so many cunts to fill.

Feeling victorious, Joffrey broke the hug and looked at her face seriously. "I must return to my duties now. But I'll see you tonight, along with Arya. You'll be waiting, won't you?"

"I'll do as you command, Joffrey. I will be there."

Joffrey pecked her forehead again. "I can't wait to fill your womb again, my Sansa."

That earned the brightest smile ever on Sansa's face. "But Arya will be there—"

"Oh, she can have everything, but not my seed. That belongs only to you, my beautiful queen."

He 'failed' to mention Daenerys already had a swollen belly with his heir growing inside.

Judge me all you want, R'hllor, my ways are efficient and delightful.

Mumbling to R'hllor, Joffrey left Sansa's bedchamber.

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Castle Black was no longer merely called Castle Black. No, it had become a village instead. Although still manned by the Night's Watch, the dwellers were the Wildling settlers who had followed Mance Rayder down south with Joffrey's permission.

It had been years since the deal between Joffrey and Mance, and by now thousands of Wildling men, women, and children had adapted to the southern lifestyle. Many wildling beauties were picked by nobles as wives. Strong Wildling men were picked by a few Lords as their loyal soldiers.

It was a slow process but the results were noticeable. Even the giants were put to use, aiding the Northern Lords in constructing strongholds to be used against the White Walkers someday. Taking advantage of the situation, a few giants were brought further south to rebuild Moat Cailin, a seat Joffrey planned to bestow on his eventual son with Sansa. Aye, he had no plans on stopping before she gave him one.

The Twins was already ruined, and its lord was Ser Arthur, the Unsullied General. The Reach was already Tommen's, and the lands that once belonged to House Bolton were given to the Starks, so Joffrey could have his son with Catelyn rule mightily.

The Reach, the North, the Crownlands, the Stormlands, and the Riverlands were all his to control directly or by proxy. The Vale remained unsteady, and Dorne had joined him with Daenerys on his side.

Everything seemed to be going according to the grand plan.

Joffrey Baratheon dreamt of being the most powerful King in history with a life so debaucherous and exciting that songs would be made about him centuries from now.

The goal was almost in sight.

Almost, because a man appeared in Castle Black.

A man who should have been dead.

"Raise the gates! Raise the fucking gates! It's Jon!"

Eddison Tollett shouted at the top of his lungs. At his command the gates that gave access through the wall opened, letting the man enter.

"Jon?!" Samwell Tarley ran at speed, dragging his fat frame to the gates. "It's really you!"

Curly hair, an overgrown beard, short stature, and pale skin. Samwell recognized his friend and lunged over to embrace him.

"We thought you were dead, Jon! H-How? Did you really—Oh, never mind that! You need something warm first. You're so cold!" Samwell grabbed Jon's arm, practically pulling him toward the shelter.

Quickly, Samwell brought Jon inside the castle walls. But to his surprise, Jon sat farthest away from the warm hearth.

Too excited to think twice, Samwell brought him a bowl of hot soup.

"The Lord Commander must be—Oh! Jon, what happened to your eyes? They're so... blue!"

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