Chapter 103 - Total Submission & A Challenger I

Joffrey finished his training with the burning sword, drenched in sweat and dirt. He quickly took a bath first and then plotted his next steps for the night.

"Where's Arya?" He asked Val, keeping her close as his choice of Kingsguard.

"Oh, you're really going to try?" Val teased with a bright smile. "She's usually practicing with her little needle at this hour. Shall I fetch her for you?"

"No, I'll go to her myself. But you, Val—I have a task for you. One that's bound to make my night... most enjoyable. First, though, you'll need to play a little game." Joffrey strode beside her, voice low as he shared every detail.

The whole way, Val giggled endlessly, her own body teasing her with goosebumps. It was in her nature to be unrestrained and wild. It was her personality to enjoy things less ordinary. "Heh, I see now how you claimed the Seven Kingdoms twice over. A sharp mind you have, my King."

Joffrey chuckled and softly slapped on Val's armor-covered hips. "Go on now, make your King proud."

"As you command."

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"Ha!"

"Huh!"

Arya danced on her feet, her blade cutting through the air with a sound. Her speed had grown, and her precision had peaked. But she still knew she couldn't fight someone face to face, especially not against large blades. Her sword was not meant to cut through armor but to stab through narrow gaps.

Although she had become a Knighted woman, she still refused to wear a heavy set of armor or those pompous robes. Still stuck with a simple loose tunic and tight breeches, she only cared about efficiency.

"Agh!" She groaned like a seasoned fighter, stabbing enemies she imagined. Her short, ear-length hair had become drenched and swayed in thick locks, her eyes furiously focused.

Clap! Clap!

"You've gotten much better, I can see."

"Scared?" Arya smirkingly asked back without looking towards the door to her secret training area. An empty room on the edge of the Red Keep, the same place where Joffrey first tamed her.

"Hah, are you sure about that?" Joffrey stepped in, drew his sword out, and coated it with flames by his mere intent.

Arya froze abruptly and fully looked at Joffrey, her eyes glued on the blade. That was a common reaction from all the folks, even those who'd seen his blazing sword before. It was far too magical to simply dismiss as common.

"Flaunting now?" Arya sheathed her sword.

"Well." Joffrey strode towards her, putting away his sword too. As he neared her, she backstepped, so he continued to get closer until there was no room left. "It's worth flaunting, isn't it?"

"Ah!"

Arya's yelp was ignored as Joffrey wrapped his arms around her thin waist and lifted her body with ease, sitting her on the windowsill behind her. Though his arms never left the hold on her waist, soft and nimble.

Arya, slightly wary of falling back through the window, looked up at his confident face. Begrudgingly, she had already accepted the fact in her heart that Joffrey was just a handsome devil. And to her dismay, the older Joffrey got the more masculine and better he looked.

"Any reason you came looking for me, Your Grace?"

Joffrey nodded, squeezing his body between her spread legs. Even while on the windowsill he loomed over her, a full head above hers. "Why not? A king has every right to inspect the knights who serve him."

"Inspect?" Arya hummed, feeling his rough hands taking the liberty of gently lifting her loose tunic and digging underneath to feel the naked warm skin of her waist. "Does the Hound and your uncle get the same inspection?"

"His name is Sandor Clegane, and no. I might have, but sadly they have no cunt, and even if they had, their faces are rather… revolting."

"Pff… Damn you, I pictured Sandor in flowery robes," Arya chortled, holding back a full laughter.

Joffrey frowned too, imagining it. "Ugh… truly revolting."

By then, Joffrey's hands had completely gone wild, diving up into her tunic at the front, palms spread over her bosom, fingers spread, teasing her underarms, while his thumb softly rubbed her tight nipples.

"Ummh…" Arya hummed with a low exhale. Her hands instinctively gripped Joffrey's. Not to push him away but to hold him there, avoiding falling back in response to his touch. Joffrey had been the only man she'd shared a bed with and despite so much time, he was still her only experience.

Joffrey continued to watch her squirm as his hands labored on her breasts which had become a handful. If she'd been in the North, Catelyn would have found a groom for her by now. But Joffrey, by anointing her as a Knight, made her his exclusive cocksleeve.

In truth, there was a true desire. Arya possessed a cunt among the tightest he'd explored, and at the same time, he felt a little annoyed by her actions in his previous life, or alternate at that point.

Seven Hells if I let you kill the Night King. It's mine, a King's duty… Yours is to just dance on my cock.

Behind that heated desire was Joffrey's greed for absolute control over future events. And being a man graced with a crown and looks to match, subduing women with his royal shaft was far easier than anything else.

Sword for men.

Cock for whores.

"I longed for this," Joffrey lied through his teeth. He yearned nothing for he was balls deep in Daenerys every day, every night in Essos. "Arya."

Growing brazen with his hands, Joffrey ended up lifting her loose tunic off her head, leaving her completely bare above her waist. He admired her with a heated gaze, her short frame, that lithe figure, handful tits, and sweat-glistening pale skin.

His palm caressed her skin gently, from her breasts to her toned belly. From her shoulders to her waist. At the same time, he leaned down, his face nearing hers.

"Look at me." Joffrey lifted her face by the chin and connected smoothly. It felt like a feathery touch, wet as his lips played with her inviting ones. Their faces pivoted, and tongues danced.

Val should be on her way here. Joffrey played his game smoothly and without ending the kiss, moved his hands to untie his own breeches. He pushed it down alongside the innerwear and like a jutting rod, his hardened, vein-bulging cock sprang free.

Without a care, Joffrey grabbed one of Arya's hands and guided it to hold his virile manhood. The mere sensation of her delicate, slender fingers barely wrapping around his girth was heavenly. Even delightful as she began stroking him without asking or guidance.

Their heated breaths mingling, their lust rising, Joffrey waited no more. He ended the kiss and untied Arya's tight breeches. Giving her no warning, he slipped his fingers under the waistband and pulled down. To his pleasure, Arya hugged his neck and lifted her pert bottom to allow him to completely remove her breeches and small clothes.

In moments, Arya sat on the windowsill completely bare. Her tight cunt was visible between her shapely slender legs, that rosy entrance was devoid of any hair nearby. Joffrey's greed and need grew sharply as his cock throbbed between her tight fingers.

Not wanting to wait for long, he kissed her again, and rubbed her hot entrance with two fingers, smearing it with her juices. It was clear that Arya desired him as much as he did her.

Time for the main course.

"Hold me tightly, Arya."

"What? Wh-aaaaah!"

Joffrey abruptly wrapped his hands around her waist, palms spread on her shapely ass. He pulled her in and lifted her in the air in one fell swoop. But then he went a step further and placed his arms under each of Arya's knees, and then pulled her up even higher. Plastering their sweaty bodies together, Arya's core was right where he wanted it; dangling in front of his cock.

With ease, he kept her hitched in the air, feet dangling on the sides of his arms, both his palms tightly gripping her asscheeks. In such a position, she felt utterly folded, her thighs and the side of her waist squeezed together. All she had to hold on to was Joffrey's neck, which she hugged.

"Aaaaaah… Ohhh! Joff… Aaaaah!"

Joffrey gave no warning. With a flick of one hand underneath her ass, he aligned his cock on her cave of wonders and rammed in like a sword a little too much for its sheath. He felt every inch of her tight walls hugging him, squeezing him with silk-like softness yet warmth that made him crave madness.

Half in, when he could no longer continue, he pulled back his hips and gave it another go, going deeper, but still not there. It felt like taking her maidenhood once again, the way she hugged the life out of his neck and her agonizing moans near his ears made it clear.

Arya was feeling it all too well. The insane stretch inside her cunt, threatening to cleave her in half like a giant's sword. Yet, it felt arousing, welcoming, and addicting. The threatening tugs of pain slowly eased away with his thrusts, her juices lubricating the sinful action.

Clack!

Oh? They're here?

Joffrey heard the lock on the door move. With great intent, he brazenly turned around so Arya's naked back was in direct view of the door. He then began pounding into her like his personal toy, lifting her and throwing her down, impaling her to the hilt with each plunge.

As if her cunt had been molded perfectly to his size, he felt incredibly aroused every time he thrust inside her. So warm, it made him reach that edge of climax in no time. Her weight, so easy to play with, ensured he could move her to his desire.

"Ah, ah, oooooh! Yes, this is…" Arya moaned on the brink of insanity. Each of his thrusts battered against her womb, kissing her cervix with threatening plunges. It borderlined pain but the sexual stimulation was higher.

The loud squelches mixed with the moans and the musky scent washed over the room. The sound of his long shaft rubbing against her walls, and Joffrey's grunts spread. The two of them held nothing back.

Mindless, rough, deep. For someone looking inside from the door, Joffrey's thrusting cock was completely visible. And to showcase it even more, Joffrey arched himself slightly backward, raising Arya's ass higher and in a better direct view.

How her cunt hugged his girth and struggled to contain him. All that musky, messy, dribbling combination of frothy precum and her juices lay visible to the onlookers.

Let's see.

Joffrey glanced towards the door from the corner of his eyes while pretty much walking around the room with Arya in his arms, fucking her out of her mind.

There she is. Ah, are those tears? Joffrey noticed Sansa's frozen figure in the door frame, her hands clenching the hem of her gown and her eyes watery. Let's finish this then.

"Mmmmm… Mph!" Arya squeezed her face into Joffrey's shoulder while her arms clenched tight around his neck. She felt so bare, so open, stretched, and full at the same time. She felt ashamed of her cries but she couldn't help it.

The involuntary spasms were endless. The dizzying sensations announced her approaching climax. She writhed, jumping in his arms on her own, taking his plundering cock to the deepest part. She gyrated her hips to let his girth scrape her most sensitive spots.

"Ooooh… I'm about to… Ah, ah!"

Joffrey felt her cunt clenching tighter, gripping him with sudden squeezes. He plundered her harder in response, edging himself towards his own release.

"Aaaaaah~" Arya let out a moan like never before. Her hips swayed like ripples, her entire body giving sudden jerks. Her passion-filled juices erupted all over her invader's cock, his plunging rod slowly churning out her juices like a piston.

Joffrey furiously fucked Arya sore until she lolled in his arms, dangling almost lifelessly. His hands on her ass pulled her cunt into each thrust, rhythmically smacking flesh together.

"Gah!" Joffrey finally felt on the edge and pulled out of her. With ease, he placed her on the floor and stroked himself furiously, not close to her mouth, however. No, this little deed was meant for public viewing.

Arya opened her mouth nonetheless.

"Aargh…" Joffrey alerted her and felt his virile batter course through his rigid funnel and spray out like a single, sticky, thick stream. The first pump painted her face white, from her forehead to her lips. Then came the second and third, coating her chin, her tits, and finally, her hair.

Joffrey continued to squeeze out the last of the drops and graciously settled his cockhead in her welcoming open mouth, allowing her to taste her King too.

And time for dramatics.

Just as Arya began suckling his calming shaft, he tilted his body slightly. That way, Arya's open eyes instantly noticed the door behind Joffrey was open and there stood Sansa in a tearful mess.

"S-Sansa?!" Arya cried and jumped to her feet. "Sansa, this isn't… I mean…"

"I hate you!" Sansa shouted back from the door and ran away.

Joffrey hid his smirk and, like a gentleman, grabbed Arya's clothes so she could get dressed. Then he put on his own breeches and picked up his sword. Though, he purposefully didn't wipe himself clean for he had a devious plan.

"Joffrey, San—"

"Don't bother with her." Joffrey dismissed Arya's fears. "Do you honestly believe she stayed idle while I was gone? She's been sleeping around with Lady Merryweather and a few of Chataya's whores. I'll speak with her."

Arya was shocked by that revelation. "She did?"

Joffrey shrugged and began leaving. "I'll go find Sansa."

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