GOT: The Golden Lion

"Ugh!" Joffrey felt the back of her throat strike his cockhead. It was a wondrous, new sensation. Drenched in her nectar and throat, the warmth and the squeeze across his girth made his control weak.

"Ghk!"

Kinvara choked and gagged on his cock, keeping him jammed deep in her throat to the hilt. She didn't move her face, her eyes remained closed. Her lips kept a tight seal to not leak the nectar.

"W-What are you doing?" Joffrey asked her.

"Um~" She responded by digging deeper, impaling herself so hard that he could feel her gag reflex tickling him.

Joffrey let his head fall back in utter inanity of the pleasure. He took deep breaths, forgetting the worry about Daenerys. In that moment, he tried to savor this willing Red Whore.

"Your Grace." Kinvara released his cock from the tight grip of her maw. Quickly, she straddled his waist, her thighs spread and the dripping cunt ready for the plunder. "Close your eyes and think of the Lord of Light, Your Grace."

Joffrey, for no reason, followed her guidance and closed his eyes. But he also felt her tight lower lips slide over his length. She felt tight, comparable to Arya somehow. Every inch of his being screamed at him to thrust up into her and earn that complete warmth. But he held back as Kinvara slowly lowered herself willingly.

She's… draining me… Seven hells! She got a mouth on her cunt!

Joffrey felt his long length slowly squeeze inside her scorching hot pussy. All the bumps and grooves on her inner walls tickled and teased him to the fullest. His balls twitch in delight, greedy to spray themselves clean inside her womb.

"Aaah, Your Grace—L-Lord of Light shall be your guide… Fight… fight the need—fight the desire to spill—fight the desire for pleasure." Kinvara took all of him inside and tightly squeezed her thighs beside his waist, starting to ride him back and forth in slow and small motion. "You-oh must… focus… the rest… you can have after."

What's she rambling? Joffrey clenched his eyes to keep control. Her tight pussy massaged him in ways he considered humanly impossible. Was that one of her magical arts? He didn't know, but he didn't want to spill that early either.

He took deep breaths and tried not to spill inside. His hands quickly reached for her tight breasts and fondled them to take his mind off her cunt. His eyes remained shut, trying to focus on whatever she was talking about.

Fire?

Was he supposed to imagine that?

Without even trying, he started to think of fire. The thought arose from the scorching tight cunt, that spread through his belly, then went up. He felt warm throughout his body, and slowly an image of flickering flames formed in his mind. With darkness behind, he only saw the bright light, attracting all his focus.

What the fuck is this?

Insolence! Such words.

What? Joffrey frowned. He noticed a grunting voice from the flame. God?

Disgraceful that my blessing fell upon you. Shameful your actions, insanity filled in your reactions. You were no chosen one, a mere prophecy stealer—killer of the promised Prince.

Joffrey focused on the voice's malice. Prince? Who? What are you talking about? I brought peace across the realm.

By ruining ancient bloodlines? By destroying legacies? The voice replied.

Isn't that what all monarchs do? Targaryens did it. Valerian did it. Dothraki do it. All empires are formed on the ruins of another.

There was silence. The fire flickered.

You will honor the blessing. You will stand at the front. You will wield the blade of fire. Then, I shall judge you once again. I do not bestow upon you blessing, but merely lend it for the battle ahead. You have one last chance.

Joffrey didn't like that. Plotting against Cersei, and even planning to kill Tywin was in his pursuit of freedom. He didn't want to be some god's toy. What chance? What do you want from me?

That is for you to decide and do—hold the flame high, for the night is dark and full of terrors.

With that, the flickering light slowly started to fade away.

"Ah, ah! You did it! You connected with the Lord! Oooh!"

Joffrey opened his eyes at last and found Kinvara jumping her cum filled cunt on his cock. It appeared he had already finished inside her once and this was the second round. She looked tired, her fine breasts jolting with her hopping flesh.

"I did…" Joffrey replied and tried to move.

The squelching claps under her ass made a mess out of the foam formed around his shaft and her entrance.

"Take me! Take me as you please, my Azor Ahai! Have me as you desire!" Kinvara pleaded to be fucked harder. "Take your reward! Draw it from this lowly body."

Joffrey chose to do it for good and pivoted suddenly, dropping Kinvara to his left side and facing him. He quickly pulled her left leg above his waist and kept the other one laying straight, continuing to drill into her tight cunt as they both faced each other.

"Is this… What you Red Women always do?"

"O-Oh-nly for those w-who are blessed—Ah!"

Although her insides were mouthwatering, he wanted more from her tightness. So, he soon got on his knees, while keeping her facing sideways on the bed.

He kept her right straight leg between his knees and pressed the one above to the side, knee folded onto her belly. That way, her already tight cunt turned into an even tighter source of heavenly pleasure, and each of his thrusts met with more restricting clenches. Her left ass cheek and bottom thigh, a soft cushion his unrelenting pelvis could bounce off of.

The mess from his and her previous orgasms helped. However, as his never-ending thrusts continued to pick up the pace. He pressed down on the thigh harder and leaned down to savor her teats once more.

As he did that, Kinvara twisted her waist, maintaining his pleasurable fuck while giving way for the King to reach her wondrous breasts, to devour completely. She matched his lustful gaze and smiled, inviting him to feast upon her for he was truly the chosen one.

"Aaaah~" She moaned when he nibbled, twisted her pink nipple, and tugged at it. She combed her fingers through his golden hair and willingly contracted the muscles in her loins. She clenched her hips and thighs, making it a more pleasurable tightness for him. "Yesss~ Yesss~ We live to serve you… we are yours… I… ah~ The first servant…"

The claps of her thighs against his flesh silenced her voice. The squelches became music, and her moans escaped non-stop. She had never slept with a king before, and Joffrey had proven his prowess in all ways.

"A-All Priestesses… Will seek your warmth… inside!" She declared, and hugged his head, pulling him into her breasts. "Y-Ugh… You may have them… all of them… for it's a blessing, oh, oh Lord of Light, I thank you fo-oh this gift… this piercing warmth in my womb!"

Kinvara's words made Joffrey's desire to go harder awaken. His plundering thrusts picked up the pace, strength, and depth, pouring the weight of his lower body into each thrust.

But, finding himself so close to the end, he quickly spread both her legs wide and took her in the most common lovemaking position, the true art of breeding, as he pressed between her legs and plunged hard, scraping her tiny clitoris with his cock's rubbing motion.

She raised her legs high and wide willingly, allowing him to drill into her straight, shoving her body into the bedding each time from his weighted thrusts.

"Ah, aaaah~"

With each hard press from Joffrey, air gasped out of her lips with moans. But he didn't go for her lips and simply fucked her rough while tasting her fantastic breasts. Although nothing came out of them anymore, he didn't stop for they were just too ripe to ignore.

He didn't know if she was like Melisandre. She ought to be if she was the First Servant. But, he didn't care anymore. She was tight, she was beautiful, that was a fact.

"Hgh!" Joffrey grunted and stopped suckling, focusing on riding that wave of convulsing pleasure. He felt her cunt squeezing him in rhythm, her climax nearing, so he went harder for his own culmination. Having already spilled in her once, he didn't care anymore and rammed harder, pushing her head against the headboard of the bed.

"Hah, hah~" Joffrey panted, both hands beside her breasts on the bed, keeping his torso up as he stared at her charming face. The thrusts clapped hard into her, his belly squeezed against hers the whole time. Soon, he stretched his legs too, like doing a push-up on her, using his hips to dip inside her nurturing hot walls.

"Y-Your Grace! Aaaah~" Kinvara came like floodgates opening, her squirts leaking all around his thrusting manhood. She clawed at his chest gently, spreading her legs wider to feel that amazing sensation deep inside.

She throbbed, her belly jolted, and her entire lower half flexed tight to ride through that wave of pleasure. But it wasn't over as her sensitive walls continued to be scraped by his long, hard length, stretching her wide for his size, each deep plunge landing deep to the balls and kissing her womb.

"Right there…" Joffrey felt the fountain on the verge of bursting. He felt sore too, an insane itch arose from inside his cock. He felt his muscles crave rest, but he wanted to quench that mind-numbing thirst for pleasure.

Plap! Plap!

He thrust hard a few more times and finally landed balls deep, grounding himself to keep his shaft excited. Kinvara also clamped her legs around him and pulled him in, giving him that last nudge needed.

"Ah!" Joffrey lost all strength and fell on her body, face landing between her breasts, his royal cock spilling all the leftover white nectar inside her cunt. His muscles knotted up, hips flexed, and the meat rod squeezed, gushing all out and painting her pussy walls white for a second time.

He continued to pant, trying to catch his breath. He liked where he was, and the warmth of her body. He didn't want to go see Daenerys and face her dragon. He just wanted to stay locked inside her tight cunt for days in that room.

A few small thrusts later, he felt his erection turning limp, but he still didn't move away from her. Instead, he hugged her waist and kept his head on her soft breasts, the greatest natural pillow.

Kinvara's massaging hands on his head felt calming too, and her legs remained tightly wrapped around his waist.

"Your Grace, you are the Chosen One. You are the noble Azor Ahai—You will be victorious, be it dragons or dead." Kinvara proclaimed with confidence. Unlike their first meeting, she acted far more docile and submissive to him. "The Faith of the Lord of Light shall stand behind you."

"And under me?" Joffrey jokingly asked.

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