GOT: The Golden Lion

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As the night fell, Joffrey retreated to his bedchamber to relax for the night. Discarding his clothes, he stepped into the prepared bathtub with hot, steaming water. Of course, his maid specifically tasked with his bath, Mhaegan, was there too.

And that evening, the way Joffrey made her scrub him was a little unorthodox. While he lay in the tub, arms spread out over the edge, he had Mhaegan disrobe fully and straddle him, taking his hardened cock in her flower, down to the hilt.

Then, she was to slowly ride him, face to face, while scrubbing and massaging his body. Joffrey liked it as he got to admire her fantastic tits that although lacking nectar now, retained their size. Besides, she wasn't ugly by any means.

"Slowly, Mhaegan, we have time."

"As you wi-ish… Your Grace." Mhaegan gulped and pursed her lips, taking on King's considerable size was a challenge that she loved to face. Feeling so full, scorching inside her core, his pulse matching hers, it almost made her delirious.

The water didn't splash since Mhaegan moved back and forth in gentle waves, only squeezing and stretching his length with her motion and tight cunt. Her delicate, small hands scrubbed his scarred skin slowly, at times squeezing his shoulders to give a massage.

Taking complete freedom of his status, Joffrey caressed Mhaegan's curves, feeling her hips under his hands, and at times her soft breasts.

"Did anyone trouble you in my absence?"

"No-oh, Your Grace," Mhaegan cooed, staring at her King in devotion as she rode him. Every single time she rubbed her hips forward she felt his cock strike deep, beyond her limits. The sudden tinge of pain always vanished in insane pleasure at that threshold.

"Were you properly compensated monthly?"

"Aye…"

Joffrey relished her squirming yelps. It had been so long since he last bedded her, and it was hard to forget the first time he took her in that brothel. Mhaegan had a small, but special place in his life. A sort of trophy to rub it against the memory of Robert.

"How is Barra?"

Mhaegan smiled and leaned forward as the King cupped her breasts and pulled them. She presented her teats for him to taste and halted the scrubbing for a moment.

"Oh… Um, she has started walking… and talking, Your Grace."

"Hmm…" Joffrey popped her pale brown, button-sized tight nipples in his mouth, flicking each with his tongue one at a time. He sensed how it made her fuck herself harder on him, milking him with a need. But perhaps it was more about her own needs.

Knock! Knock!

"Your Grace, Lady Melisandre seeks an audience."

A Kingsguard's voice came.

"Let her in," Joffrey ordered and relaxed in the tub again. He captured Mhaegan's waist as she tried to get up. "Ignore the intrusion, and keep scrubbing… and moving."

A little ashamed, but confident in his command, Mhaegan resumed fucking herself with gyrating hips, her hands busy cleaning him.

Melisandre walked in, draped in red as always. She didn't even react to Mhaegan fucking herself on the King's cock. "Your Grace."

"What brings you here?" Joffrey asked relaxedly.

"The Lord of Light has granted me a vision, Your Grace. Your very presence has set the Great Other's champion to unease. The Night King hastens his advance, far swifter than we dared to foresee. The Free Folk must be brought South, or he will swell his ranks to uncountable numbers, and the night will fall eternal."

Joffrey nodded, pulling Mhaegan into his chest as he felt she was close to her climax. He was a gentleman when it came to pleasure after all, and let her thoroughly plunge her cunt with each move.

"F-Forgive me… Your Grace… Ah, oooh… I'm so close…"

"Don't worry. Go wild," Joffrey replied and allowed her to hug his neck tightly, completely laying her weight on his chest while her hips rose and fell, splashing the water everywhere. Her moans filled the room erotically, and even Joffrey thrust up to aid her peak.

Yet, he wasn't even close, nor did he plan on spilling inside her that evening. Instead, he turned his head towards Melisandre. "Would you mind fetching me a cup of wine?"

"Serving you is my duty, Your Grace." Melisandre obediently filled a cup with wine and handed it to Joffrey.

"Aaaaaah… Oh, Seven! I craved this… T-Thank you for this… Your Grace!"

The splashes grew louder. Mhaegan jumped on his lap, slamming her tight cunt over and over across his length, loving the stretch he gifted, and the passion-filled flexes of his cockhead that tickled her deepest part.

Aye, she used to be a whore. Aye, she had seen other cocks. But ever since Joffrey had claimed her, her cunt had all but one master—her King.

"Mmmmh…" Mhaegan cried at the creeping bliss. She felt waves of warmth rise inside her core, spread across her fully as the tugs and stretches of convulsions filled her up. Doing it with him after so long, he seemed bigger than before.

Although she'd been fucked by her King in far more plundering ways before, this time it felt something more. The way he showed concern for her well-being made her feel needed. The way he asked about Barra made her feel safe.

Truly, she felt she could let herself go. His invading girth didn't feel invasive. The rare tugs of pain his cock's strikes gave her didn't feel unwelcome. She felt like no whore, but a simple woman duty-bound to please the King.

Yet, the King pleased her.

Splash! Splash!

"Oooooh! Seven~" Mhaegan longingly cried out, her belly sank in and her pussy twitched, inner walls lost in the climax. Her hips lost momentum as she fell down hard, taking his sizable need to the hilt, riding the spasms of her release with tight grips.

Lost in arousal, she fell on his chest, her soft mounds flattened. Her lips daringly locked with her beloved King. She invaded his lips and savored the flavor of wine. Her pussy writhed, sore, and squeezed with delight as Joffrey's arms wrapped around her small waist and his lips plundered her mouth in response.

"Mmm…" She moaned in extreme pleasure. This went beyond mere physical stimulation. This felt mentally rewarding to her.

Joffrey amusedly welcomed her needy kiss and let her sip some of the wine he had in his mouth. It felt hot, a proper way to enjoy a nice bath. A worthy evening for a king.

His hands lavishly kneaded her ass, pulling her harder on his cock, reaching a depth he was sure she'd feel. Unlike her, he was far from finishing, after all.

"Ah… Forgive me, Your Grace."

Joffrey chuckled and relaxed back again. "Let's resume it then."

Mhaegan quickly resumed massaging and scrubbing Joffrey. But she felt so sore from her previous climax that every minor movement made her moan. It felt burning hot inside, his pulsating cock, every vein scraped across her sensitive walls. But she pursed her lips tight and did her duty.

Joffrey then focused back on Melisandre. "I'll discuss the wildling matter with Lady Stark when she reaches here. As for the Night King, nothing changes the fact that I'll have to face him. It matters not when. But I'm someone who desires total victory, no matter how slim it is. Tell me, Melisandre, how far have your people spread inside Westeros?"

"We are at every corner of the realm, Your Grace."

"Excellent. Have your people send me reports—numbers of men each noble house can raise. When the war against the dead begins, I want the realm bled dry—gold and soldiers both. Let the Crown be the last strength standing when the storm clears." Joffrey declared his wish to her. "I will have total rule, absolute monarchy. No wardens, no lord paramount—just lords and ladies bowing to me, as they should. That is how the Seven Kingdoms will kneel as one empire, so we may turn our gaze beyond the sea."

Melisandre straightened her back and nodded in agreement. "I shall gather the information, Your Grace."

"Good," Joffrey replied and shifted a little. Hands on Mhaegan's waist, he lifted the woman with ease and freed himself. He stood up in the tub, his bulging cock dangling before Mhaegan's face. "Finish with your mouth, Mhaegan. I should go to sleep after that."

Quickly, Mhaegan rose on her knees and put her trained lips to use. She already felt the twitches of his cock and the movements of his balls with each plunge of her tight mouth. She hastened to give him what he desired.

"I shall speak with you tomorrow, Melisandre."

The Red Woman placed the wine jar aside and stepped backward towards the door. Not ruining the King's aroused moments, she silently left the bed chamber.

Back in the room, Joffrey grabbed Mhaegan's head and began thrusting his hips, eventually spilling and filling her throat with a thick load of his virile batter. He kept fucking her face until she swallowed him whole, proving to him how deep her submission went.

He fucked her face until her brown hair became a mess. He pumped his stained, sticky shaft in until her lips became sore. Even long after his climax, he drew pleasure from her.

Good investment. He thought just as he pulled out of her mouth for good.

"Wash yourself and leave," Joffrey ordered her and stepped out of the tub to put on clothes.

He didn't wait for Mhaegan and went to rest in the bed alone. Normally he'd never sleep without company, but that night he just wanted some rest alone. For the past few months, he'd been stuck with Daenerys, going through one life-threatening incident after another.

Let's get serious from tomorrow. I need more pawns to sacrifice.

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