Chapter 118 - Punishing Nobles, Dorne's Bargain, & A New Life IV

He eased forward slowly, almost reverently, the tip of his cock pressing against her tightest entrance. And just like that—he felt her open for him. It was still a squeeze, tighter than he'd ever known, but she took him. Welcomed him like she was made for this.

He was amazed because it was pretty wide even for well used cunts.

"Oooooh! Yes, t-take me, my King… Your Dornish whore…!"

Joffrey's brow lifted, surprised. He looked up, catching sight of her face turned toward him, cheek pressed against her discarded gown on the floor. Her lips curved into a sly, wicked smile, but her eyes were wild. Desperate. Hungry.

It made his blood burn hotter.

He pressed deeper, an inch at a time, watching the way her body yielded to him—tight, silken heat parting for his length as though molded for him alone. He drew back, slow and deliberate, savoring the glide, then eased forward again, deeper. Again and again. Until he was swallowed fully within her, the sweet vice of her rump clinging around him.

"Ooooooh! Fuck!" Ellaria apparently enjoyed the invasion. "Mmmmph… G-Go on… Keep fucking me… Use me, Your Grace."

That constant submission aroused Joffrey.

Is that it? Her kink?

"Unnnnngh… Yessss!" Ellaria groaned, clutching at her own clothes, biting into the fabric.

Joffrey set a rhythm, each stroke deliberate, teeth clenched as he forced restraint on himself. She was tight, sinfully so, and each pull against his foreskin sent a sharp ache through him—pain spliced with pleasure

But at the same time, it was such a pleasure, unlike anything.

Plap!

He thrust hard for the first time. Hard enough to resonate a clap.

Plap!

And another. He set a brutal pace, relentless and unforgiving.

"Ugh… fuck," he growled, his fingers sinking into the curve of her ass while his other hand tangled in her dark hair, twisting it cruelly at the roots. "Where did you learn to fuck like this?"

Ellaria laughed, ragged, almost broken, her mind slipping beneath the tide of sensations. "Heh… hehe… You like it, don't you? Then have me… have me all you want, as you want… whenever you want… aaaaah, yes! Bite me!"

Do what?

Joffrey stilled for half a second. He knew he was one crazy bastard, a controlled one now. But this… He used to bite whores years ago but this one asked for it?

"Pleaaaase! Bite me!"

"What? Where?" He asked back just to be sure. He could already feel the pressure building in his gums, his jaw tense with the want to sink his teeth into something—someone. The old Joffrey was aching to come out.

Plap! Plap!

"Anywhere!" she moaned, desperate. "Just… bite me!"

What an absolutely insane woman.

Although Joffrey loved her ass, it was far too tight for him to draw true pleasure. He quickly pulled out and pushed her hips sideways.

"Turn around. I'll savor the back later." Joffrey ordered and quickly guided her to lay flat on her back. Then he slid between her long, dusky legs, pushing them apart until they trembled. His cock found her slick entrance and drove home in a single, savage thrust.

"Oooooh!" Ellaria cried out at the invasion, her legs wrapping tight around his waist, ankles locking. "Now… bite me!"

Joffrey's mind, numb from her amazing, slippery, warm walls, did as she desired. He moved inside her, long and deep, his thrusts gaining speed, before lowering his mouth to her chest. Her breasts heaved beneath him—generous, dusky-tipped, the nipples already hard. He latched onto one, suckling until her flesh filled his mouth.

And then, he bit down.

"Aaaaah! No… harder! Please! My King… have me. Fuck me. Plunder me… treat me less than a whore… just eat me!"

Every filthy plea from her lips made his cock throb harder. Gods, she was perfect. She spoke to the dark place within him—Something that he'd kept suppressed.

He bit down harder until he heard her breath hitch and felt her nails rake down his back. Her hands tangled in his hair, dragging him closer, forcing him to feast on her breast. He bit, he suckled, he bruised the tender flesh, switching from left to right with savage delight.

"That—tha-aaaaaah-ts it! Ooooh… I missed this so much… fuck!" Ellaria's hips rolled beneath him, fucking herself up into his brutal rhythm, using her core strength alone to meet each thrust. A wild thing. Wilder than any woman Joffrey had ever taken. "More… more… S-slap me… please!"

She has no fucking limits!

Joffrey wanted to explore this woman now and obliged. He gave her what she asked for, teeth and tongue and brutal, bruising bites on her breasts and shoulders, before rising up to see her face. Her eyes were wide, her pupils blown with lust, her lips parted in a delirious grin. Her skin gleamed with sweat, tinged red from his mouth. Her dark hair fanned out like a shadow beneath her.

What a beautiful sight. He thought and then—

Pa!

His palm cracked against her cheek, the sound echoing in the room. She threw her head back with a gasp.

"Haaarder!"

"Pa!

"Haaaaarder!"

Pa!

Gods… I'll savor this whore for years to come.

Joffrey gave her his hand, his teeth, his cock—and found her begging for more. The scent of her skin, laced with spice, sweat, and sex, clouded his head. Their bodies clapped together in rhythm, the sound almost as loud as his hand on her face. She giggled through it all—delirious, depraved, delighting in her own plunder.

Her body shuddered beneath him, her hips jolting erratically as her cunt spasmed tight around his driving cock. Joffrey chased his own release, pounding through her climax as she writhed beneath him. The heat of her juices, the clutching tugs of her walls, earned him his own peak soon after.

"On me! Ooooh… On my chest!"

"Ugh!" Joffrey growled low in his throat, pulling free of her with a slick, filthy sound. He barely had to stroke himself before spraying a large, viscous load of virile batter. He painted her in every sense, lines and splashes of white covered her cherry-tipped tits, the toned line of her belly, a puddle forming in her belly button.

He chuckled softly. Considering how often he'd fucked Arya along the way, he was amused by his own load. There was too much.

"Y-You are…" Joffrey couldn't finish his words, panting hard. He pulled himself back and sat down on the chair.

To his shock, Ellaria had one last surprise. Still sprawled where he left her, she began to scoop up all his spunk off her tits and belly. She scooped with her long fingers and then suckled, sipping his batter like water, loudly.

"Ummm…" She still hummed, her legs shifting, rubbing together, seemingly relishing his spent cream. Or perhaps it was a display for him.

But that was unlikely for how deeply involved she looked.

When her fingers were clean, she smeared what remained across her face, massaging it into her cheeks, her throat, her forehead—adorning herself with his seed.

"This… was…" She voiced at last, her breath barely more than a moan. "Was but a taste of my… talents. W-would you like to explore me more, my King??"

Joffrey sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. Truth be told, he reckoned Sansa, Val, or even Ygritte would never refuse him if he decided to do with them what he did with Ellaria.

But none of them had ever begged for his savagery. No one had welcomed his wildness, reveled in it. Ellaria had. And she meant every sordid, filthy word. Even whores like Ros were tame compared to this.

"Kill Doran." He ordered, relishing in the sight. She was looking at him now with her arms folded behind her head, but she never got up. She kept her legs sprawled, open, telling him what he can have. "Marry Oberyn. I will officiate the union myself. And when your claim is secure, you will bear a male heir to solidify your rule."

"But—" Ellaria jumped to sit up straight, frowning. "Oberyn can't produce an heir no more."

At that, Joffrey smiled wickedly. "I never mentioned Oberyn in that regard."

"..."

After a moment of speechlessness, her frown melted into a grin. She nodded.

Joffrey stood, dressing as he spoke, "Tend to your affairs… then present yourself at my court and swear fealty. After that, you may claim your reward—in my private chambers."

"Mmmm…" Ellaria rose as well, entirely naked, entirely unashamed. She stepped close and helped tie the laces of his breeches as if presenting herself as his trophy. "What if it's a girl? What if it's a boy with golden hair?"

Joffrey smirked, turning for the door. "I suppose Dorne can handle a few more Sand Snakes while we keep trying."

"I suppose so, Your Grace."

After exchanging a last mischievous glance, Joffrey left her alone to fix herself up.

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Meereen,

"Aaaaaah… Mmmm…"

"Push, Your Grace! You mustn't stop!"

"Uggggh…"

Daenerys Targaryen lay on a birthing table in a loose gown, and around her, midwives worked tirelessly. The midwives had been sent by Joffrey months ago to care for her. Now, they were to bring the future King of the realm to the world.

"Push!"

Daenerys, groaning, her face contorted. But she gave it her all, her gaze fixed upon the ceiling. As if she could hear Joffrey's voice and the wailing of a baby. To have a child, a dream she thought was lost, was now finally in her grasp.

"Aaaaaah…!"

For an hour, she pushed. For an hour, she tirelessly gave her best.

And then.

There was a wail.

"It's a boy, Your Grace!"

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