Chapter 117 - Punishing Nobles, Dorne's Bargain, & A New Life III

Dorne was going to be dealt with one way or another. Ellaria's offer was to his liking as well. But he wasn't one to agree to her wishes so easily. Not without a few satisfying payments.

To welcome her, he stopped crossing his legs and landed both his heels on the marble floor, his knees spread wide to give her space.

Ellaria crawled all the way forward, a cat-like focus in her eyes, locked with his gaze. Once she was truly between his legs, she raised her front and began to untie his breeches. From so close, the spicy scent of her perfume tickled Joffrey's nose. Her silky, dark hair bunched over his thighs, the sole focus of her eye—his face.

She's… intense.

It was truly overpowering. Ellaria was of the same age as Catelyn, so Joffrey found himself a little under-experienced. Especially with an adventurous woman like this one. Still, he wanted to savor this fruit in its original form.

"Your Grace…" Ellaria purred, finally having loosened his breeches enough to pull them down. But she was slow to do that, deliberately rubbing his thighs with her long, claw-like fingers. "Dorne may not have much to offer, but I… might."

Fine. Let's play this game.

"Perhaps it surprises you, Lady Ellaria. But I get plenty of cunts to explore."

"Hah…" Ellaria laughed loudly, her white teeth teasing him. "I'm sure you do, Your Grace. I'm sure. But nothing like this."

"What do you m—"

He didn't need to ask as Ellaria swiftly pulled down his breeches along with the undergarments, laying bare his cock with a plop, throbbing hard to its apex, the purple head nice and plump, ready to ooze the virile nectar.

"Ummmh…" Ellaria dug in like a hungry vixen. But this was something more, something different. She grabbed his long shaft from the base and then rubbed her face along its length. She smothered her forehead, her eyes, her nose, and her lips from his balls to his tip. Rubbing his length and balls all over her face.

Her deep, strong sniffs were deliberate and audible, mixed with moans. As if she savored the scent of his masculinity. She kept his throbbing manhood tight against her face, at times even moving away her dark hair to make it easier.

So she's into worshiping cocks? Joffrey thought.

Right then, she pulled her face back and took off Joffrey's footwear, and then fully removed his breeches. With more space between his legs, she scooted further low and, without asking, raised the King's legs on her shoulders, one on each side of her head.

Her long arms curled around his muscular thighs and gripped chock again, strokes starting right away. Her face yet again smothered itself on his wrinkly sack, her inhales ragingly intensified, followed by her slow, gentle locks starting from his balls to his tip.

Seven Hells! This is indeed new! Joffrey felt disrespected and yet aroused. He knew he hadn't lost control, but the way she captured his knees on her shoulders made him feel threatened. However, that only sent shocks of pleasure down his spine.

He watched intently as her soft, slick fingers stroked him non-stop, from the base to the tip, pulling his foreskin down. Her tongue lapped him all over, at times locking the rim of his cockhead, seemingly seeking some taste to savor.

Her entire face was covered with a musky, wet mess, his precum oozing time and time again before she scooped it with a hot kiss.

Joffrey felt his thigh muscles throb in ecstasy. This was a completely new experience, no doubt about it.

But then Ellaria went a step further.

While her fingers kept stroking his thick girth, it was her mouth that made him shudder. She suckled one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it over her tongue, coating it in spit. Then the other, wet and heavy on her lips, as if she couldn't get enough of him.

Then, shocking the King, her hands slid beneath his thighs, fingers digging in, and she pushed his knees up. Joffrey's back stiffened, his body exposed in a way no one had dared before. His breath caught in his throat as she laid him bare, his most private place vulnerable and visible to her hungry gaze.

"Ummmm… nnngh…" Her sniffles turned furious, warm, and loud. She buried her face right below his balls, her forehead stuck there to his never touched patch of skin. And her lips… they tightly sealed on his forbidden hole.

"Woman!" Joffrey roared. His hands gripped the arms of his chair, knuckles white.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Ellaria moaned loudly and hugged his thighs against her shoulders with some strength. Her face pressed underneath his balls shamelessly, and her tongue finally came out. She teased him there where no one ever had.

Ellaria seemed to be possessed. Her worship went beyond mere cock. She worshiped all of his lower half. She licked his ass, her asscheeks, his balls, his shaft, his crown. She moaned in delight while doing so.

Bloody Maiden! Why am I still hard?

He had never experienced anything like this, not even close. And though he told himself this was something he would never allow again, his cock throbbed painfully at the perversion of it. Perhaps… perhaps it had its place. On occasion.

"Enough!" He bellowed.

Finally, Ellaria pulled her face back, an absolutely ruined mess now. Dark smudges ringed her eyes, her entire face glistening with her own sticky spit. She looked utterly debauched.

And she smiled.

"Heh… I warned you, Your Grace," she murmured, licking her lips slowly and deliberately. She eased his legs down, lowering them with reverent hands, and stood with grace.

With no ceremony, she undid the fastenings of her gown, letting the fabric fall away from her body in a whisper of cloth. Her smallclothes soon followed, leaving her bare before him.

Joffrey eyed her with desire. He'd seen her naked before, and even now, he was pleased. So tall, with a toned belly, her long legs, the swell of her hips, the generous curve of her breasts. Between her thighs, a dark, neatly trimmed patch of hair framed her cunt like an invitation.

Joffrey took a deep breath and nodded. "You have earned my undivided attention, Lady Ellaria. So, what now? How do you imagine earning my support too?"

She spread her deep red robes on the floor and dropped to her hands and knees, presenting her back side to him like an offering. She looked over her shoulder, hips rolling in a slow, teasing rhythm.

"The last time we met was when you bore me farewell from King's Landing. You took the liberty of fondling my rear." She purred and shook her hips invitingly. "I was waiting then. If Your Grace had commanded me to spread my legs… I would have done so gladly. Especially for a King as handsome as you."

Joffrey's throat worked around a dry swallow. His heart pounded as he slid down from his chair, sinking to his knees behind her. He drank in the sight of her: an immaculate, creamy rump, high and heart-shaped, framed by a waist so slender it begged for hands to hold it still while she was pounded into the floor.

"Hmm… I was being polite. If only I had known…" Joffrey murmured and grabbed his aching shaft. He pressed the flushed head of his cock against her slick entrance, dragging it through her folds. She was soaked—hot and wanting.

But before he could push forward, Ellaria shifted her hips sharply, pulling away from him with a sultry little laugh.

"Mmm… no," Ellaria murmured, her voice a low purr. "Not there, my sweet King. I told you… I have something to give. The other… take that."

For a moment, Joffrey stared, confused. Then his gaze dropped—and his breath stifled. Just above her glistening cunt, her puckered hole winked at him, pretty as a star-shaped kiss. His hands moved before his mind caught up, spreading her ass wide with greedy palms.

He couldn't remember the last time he did someone there.

Did he ever do that?

"Are you sure?"

Ellaria chuckled, low and sinful, her hips rolling like ripened fruit swaying on the vine. "Don't keep a lady waiting, Your Grace," she teased, voice breathy.

"Take me."

"Very well."

He spat, the sound crude in the quiet room, and watched as his saliva slid down to her tight little hole. With deliberate care, he rubbed his cock over her soaked cunt once more, slicking himself in her wetness. Only then did he press the swollen head higher, where she wanted him most.

She's something else… What a woman.

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