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The Mad Lion and the Wolf Bitch	By : ArizonaIceT Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 47466 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Cersei Baratheon was a right cunt. Everyone knew it. She was the queen of the realm yet she still managed to have an air of unearned self importance. She didn’t have many positive qualities, but if there was one thing that you couldn’t fault her on, was that she loved all her children with a passion that could, and (possibly would) bring kingdoms to their knees.
So when she found out that her son had been, as she put, “animal nearly tore his arm off.” She was ready to put heads on pikes. Had Arya had any other last name, that probably would’ve been a reality. Noble names tend to save one from the worst of consequences. Also doesn’t hurt to have your father be the best friend of the king.

When she was finally found after running into the woods with Nymeria, she was brought right to the king and queen. Cersei's face was stone and regal, but Arya could tell she was seething under her calm veneer. Rob Baratheon looked as if having to deal with this was of great inconvenience to him. And Joffrey- when Arya was dragged in, Joffrey bore into her immediately, saying nothing. When the patriarch Stark finally arrived, he embraced her deeply, while she rambled off apologies. She wasn’t sure what she was apologizing for. None of this was HER fault, she thought.

Joffrey spun a tale, that he, in his infinite kindness, was merely playing with the butcher's boy. A friendly sword fight when sticks. When the boy inevitably lost to the much more skilled prince, he got mad and attacked Joffrey with the intent to do harm, and Joffrey was just defending himself. And that the dire wolf came out of nowhere and attacked him.

Arya wasn’t sure that Ned, King Rob, nor even Cersei believed him, but the word of a prince tends to carry weight. Sansa’s feigning of ignorance didn’t help. Arya swore she mouthed “little whore” as she walked up. Sick of the proceedings, or lack thereof, King Rob dismissed everything as a young squabble, but not before Cersei, in her infinite pettiness, demanded that Lady Sansa's direwolf be killed. Sansa and Arya begged for their father to listen to them, Lady was innocent in all this, but his hand was forced. In the morning, Lady would be put down.

This isn’t what Arya wanted. Sansa was in shambles. crying all over the place. She needed to fix this, and she needed to do it quickly.

It was already late when the psudo-tribunal was let out. Sansa ran straight to her quarters. Arya went slowly to hers, but she wouldn’t stay there long. After things quieted down, she changed into her favorite pair of breeches, and she snuck out of her room. She was always nimble and sneaky. She made her way out of her room, and soon she was at her destination. Joffrey’s room. She was able to scale the wall leading to Joffrey’s second room window. She peered in and saw Joffrey in his nightwear, frowning at the cut on his hand. Gently, she knocked on the window, and nearly laughed when he almost jumped out of his skin. He looked over and saw the top of her head looking at him. Utterly confused, he went over and opened his window.

“What are you doing here girl?” He demanded.

Arya didn’t wait to be invited before climbing through the window. Joffrey looked rather abashed that he ignored his question.
“ I said-“ He began before being cut off.

“You have to tell your mother to leave Lady,” Arya puts blankly.

At this Joffrey looks utterly appalled. He was a prince. He didn’t HAVE to do anything.

“I HAVE to?” He asks in an incredulous tone. By now Arya has moved across the room and sat on Joffrey’s large bed. She tries to puff herself out, and make herself seem more intimidating than she actually was.

“Yes, you HAVE to.” She began. “Lady didn’t do anything. She wouldn’t have bit you if she didn’t think you were attacking me. If you weren’t-“ Arya stopped herself.

“If I wasn’t what? Making you squirm. Rub yourself on me like a common street whore?” Joffrey says through a cruel smirk.

Arya should’ve called him a cunt. Son of a whore, something. But his words seemed to have the opposite effect on her brain and body. Instead she went with a feeble “You wish.”

“Look here girl, I don’t have to do anything. Your wild animal escaped, so now the next best thing has to happen. Your sister’s dog is going to be killed and skinned. Maybe I’ll have a winter coat made out of her.” Joffrey casually says, as if not describing something horrible.

Arya leaps to her feet at this.

“You can’t just-“ She begins, before Joffrey suddenly grabs her by her jaw, effectively silencing her.

“I can do anything I want. I am your prince, and one day I will be your king. If I wanted, I could have every dire wolf hunted to extinction.” He threatens, still tightly gripping Arya’s jaw.

This wasn’t going as Arya expected. What did she expect? That she would go in and bully Joffrey into submission. He was a head taller than her, and stronger too. He was the prince. She had to try something else. She had to-

“P-please Joffrey.” She begged

Joffrey’s eyebrows shot up, not expecting this sudden shift from her. He slightly loosens his grip on her jaw, now just holding her chin in place. He stares at her as she continues.

“I-it’s not Lady’s fault. She wasn’t there. It was my dire wolf that attacked you. I can fix this. I-I can-“ She rambled as Joffrey stared down at her.

“Do-do you want another kiss? I can do that. If you’d like”

Shame burns in the pit of Arya’s stomach, along with a tingling. The same one she felt by the river. Joffrey continues to look down at her, the gears moving in his head, his eyes searching her face for any tell of deception. Finally he says-

“I don’t want another kiss”

Arya doesn’t know why, but she feels a tinge of disappointment by his answer. She thinks she’s failed to convince him. Until.

“On your knees” Joffrey says quietly.

“What” Arya answers, blinking up at the taller boy.

“I said on your knees. If you want your little pet’s life spared, you have to earn it.” He states simply, letting go of her chin.

“Earn it? Earn it how?” Arya asks, dread building inside her.

At this Joffrey laughs, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Stupid girl,” He says. “You’ll earn it by sucking my cock.” Joffrey finishes.

Arya’s eyes grow to the size of saucers.

“I-what? I’m your betrothed’s sister!” Arya gasps out. This night certainly was going south quickly.

Joffrey just shrugs at this.

“And I’m the prince. Your mouth has been causing me problems all day. And I did enjoy shutting you up by the river bank.” He saids smugly. “And if you want your little doggy to live, you’ll use your mouth to please your prince” He says moving to the edge of his bed.

“I- you-but…..ok.” She relents.

This was not how Arya expected this to go at all.

Joffrey’s face shows surprise for a brief moment before falling back into his default smirk.

“Come over here.” He commands.

Arya starts to move toward him.

“Aht” He stops her, pointing to the floor “On. Your. Knees.

Arya’s face turns crimson. She slowly drops to her knees, and shuffles over to Joffrey’s standing form. She reaches him, face hovering right in front of his clothed crotch. He tilts her head up at him, looking into his eyes in both defiance, but also searching for direction.

“Now pull my breeches down” He says, still smirking.

Arya flares her nostrils at him, but does what she’s told. She undoes the knot to his breeches, and once loose, allows them to fall, and

*PLOP*

Joffrey’s half hard member falls onto her face.

Arya tries to pull back on instinct but Joffrey is too fast, grabbing the back of her head and holding her in place, letting his cock rest on her face as it scrunches in disgust. Joffrey wiggles his hips back and forth, enjoying the sensation of his cock rubbing against Arya’s cheek, nose and eyes, hardening as he does it. Joffrey grabs his member by the base, and taps it against Arya’s closed lips a few times, before dragging it up to her nose.

“Get a good whiff” He says laughing, clearly enjoying her humiliations.

Arya narrows her eyes at him, but inhales deeply anyway. To her surprise, it’s not as bad as she thought it’d be. In fact, she’d consider the smell objectively pleasant, a natural musk, mixed with fine soaps. Prince’s had the luxury of bathing everyday, and Arya took this as a small blessing.

Suddenly Joffrey yanks onto her head, driving her face into his slightly wrinkled balls. On instinct Arya inhales, rubbing her nose back and forth on his sack. They’re bigger than she expected them to be, not that she ever thought of them before this moment. In fact, Joffrey’s cock was something to behold. Joffrey was a healthy boy, but rather skinny. But his cock, as it hardened, was coming out at 9 inches, with a sizable, slightly purples head. Guess his cock matched his ego unfortunately.

After a few minutes of rubbing his sack on Arya’s features, as she submissively took it, he pulls back fully. Arya is red in the face. A few stark blonde hairs litter the area around her nose. Her nostrils flaring as she looks up at Joffrey with heat in her eyes.
“Enough fucking around then. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue” Joffrey barks, suddenly taking a primal lookin his eyes.

Slowly Arya complies, opening her mouth, and allowing her tongue to rest against her bottom lip. Joffrey slowly drags the head of his cock across her tongue. Again, it’s more pleasant than Arya anticipated, having a slightly salty taste as skin does, but not unpleasant. Experimentally, Arya wiggles her tongue on the tip, lavishing it. She swirls around the tip, making sure to get all sides.

Joffrey closes his eyes and allows his head to fall back. Still gripping her hair, he begins to slightly massage her head subconsciously. A spike of pride shoots through Arya. Her father always told her to be good at anything she does. She just happens to be sucking cock, but those details he doesn’t need.

Slowly Arya encases the tip in her mouth, still running her tongue around the tip. If this was sucking cock, this was easy, she thought. Joffrey was already ready to blow with little effort on her part. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

“Stop” He suddenly says, pushing Arya’s head off him.

“I- did I do something wrong “Arya asks confused. She tries to hide the concern and disappointment from her voice.

“Ha! No. Who’d have known you’d be a natural. Doubt your sister would be this fun” He says.

Arya has to stop herself from saying thank you. She should be mortified by these “compliments” but she can’t help but take pride in one using her perfect older sister in SOMETHING.

Suddenly Joffrey’s face gets serious again.

“Brace yourself. The foreplay is over.” Joffrey says gravely.

Arya doesn’t have time to think about why she was told to brace herself, before Joffrey attempts to shove all 9-inches of his dick down Arya’s small throat.

“HRRUKK….” She heaves loudly at the sudden intrusion. Joffrey only manages to cram about 5-inches of his cock in her throat, before her gag reflex and sputtering forces him to pull back. He doesn’t pull all the way out though. He bring his head to the inside of her check, and makes it bulge out to the side lewdy. He enjoys the sensation for a few seconds before doing the same to her other cheek.

Arya wised up and braced herself against Joffrey’s pale thighs. Tears were already spilling from her eyes from the sudden intrusion. Joffrey goes right back to trying to cram his dick in her throat. This time, instead of trying al at once, he takes a gradual approach, pumping his hips and feeding her more and more of his meat dragon as he does.

“Glurck,….Glurck…GLURCK” Is the only sound Arya can make. Joffrey slowly rocks his hips, sawing more and more of his cock into Arya’s tight throat. She tries to breathe through her nose, but Joffrey’s fat member is blocking he airway. She looks up at him with begging tearful eyes, but he takes no notice, eyes closed, head tilted back in pleasure. Once about six inches of his cock is lodged in her throat, he begins to speed up his pumps, enjoying her tight esophagus around his cock. “Glurck…..Glurck….GLURCK…..GLURCK”.

Joffrey pulls all the way out her mouth, allowing Arya to get a much needed gasp of air. Her nose is running, tears stain her cheeks, her lips swollen. Her hair is a mess from how hard Joffrey was gripping it. She looks up at him in a daze, breathing heavily. He’s breathing heavily too, but more focused than ever.

“Ok, you’re going to take me down all the way now, to the balls. I wanna feel your tongue on them.”

Arya nods dumbly, barely reregistering what he just said. She takes one last gasp of air, before Joffrey shoves her back down on his prick. Slowly, slowly, he pushes her further and further onto his cock, her lips spreading obscenely as she moves down. Her grip on his thighs would surely leave bruises, but Joffrey was so lost in his own pleasure, he probably couldn’t feel it.
“You’re almost there. You’re doing so good” He praises.

Something about Joffrey’s praise sparks something deep within Arya’s belly. For a reason that she couldn’t explain, Arya leans forward, essentially aiding Joffrey, and forced fed the final 2 inches of his 9-inch cock down her throat.

“GRRRRRRRK…” She wretched loudly as she reached her goal. Her tongue flat between his member and her bottom lip, lapped at his balls. Her nose buried in his wild pubic hair.

Joffrey was in paradise. He had the mouthy Stark bitch impaled on his cock. She was so much more fun than her sister, who shied away if Joffrey’s hand so much as strayed somewhere “improper”. Now here he was, ramming his cock down the throat of the youngest Stark girl. Getting mauled by dire wolves was worth it if this was the outcome. Somewhere in his inner monologue, Joffrey noticed that Arya was no longer clawing at his thighs. Looking down, he was met by the white of Arya’s eyes. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head. Her arms were dangling limp by her side. He couldn’t pinpoint when, but he’d been fucking her barely conscious face for a while now. While the thought excited him, choking the stark girl to death on his dick probably would be a bit hard to explain, so gripping her braid, he slowly drags her off his member.

“Shllloooorp..” Her throat lewdly sounded as he finally pulled himself from her throat.
Arya once again gasped for much deprived air, her chest heaving deeply. Her chin and night shirt were covered in her own spit and throat slime.

*WHAP*

Suddenly Joffrey cock-slaps her right across the face, turning her head with his heavy cock.

“Hey, still with me girl?” He asks, before slapping her once again with his hard member. Arya nods mutely, still gasping for air, mind in an oxygen deprived haze. “Good.” He says before reigning down more blows from his cock down upon her face.

After he fells he’s sufficiently battered her features with his cock, smearing pre-cum and saliva all over her face, he pulls back fully, letting his member stare directly at her. Arya looks up questioningly, eyes still clouded.

“Alright girl, you’re in the final stretch. All you have to do is swallow my seed. Even a dumb Stark like you can do that right?” He asks cruelly. Arya, coming back to some slight awareness asks “T-this is it? Once I’m done, you’ll leave Lady alone?”

Her words pained her, both from the rawness of her throat from the onslaught of abuse, and for the submissive demeanor she’s taken to try and save the life of their direwolf. She was lowering herself farther than she ever thought possible.

“Yes, yes!” He saids in patiently, tightening his grip on her hair, making her wince. “Your little doggy will be fine, now open your fucking mouth.” He barks.

Arya complies automatically, opening her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue. Joffrey quickly fills the space with his massive meat. Not bothering to play around, Joffrey sets a rapid brutal pace fucking Arya’s face

“GLRURK… GLURCK… GLUK… GROCLK…” retched Arya as Joffrey used her throat like his own personal cocksleeve. He pulled her in, matching his thrusts, bobbing her down his full 9 inches, while pulling out 4, over and over. Arya didn’t bother to hold onto Joffrey’s thighs this time, rather laying them in her lap, fisting the hem of her shirt. She can feel her consciousness start to fade again, as she cranes her eyes upwards. Through her haze, she sees Joffrey’s intense glare staring back at her, jaw tight, nostrils flaring, like a man hard at work.

With a final grunt, Joffrey bottoms’s out in her throat. For a split second Arya thinks it’s just to torture her more, until she feels his member swell in the tight constrictions of her throat. Her eyes shoot open as he begins to feel Joffrey’s hot seed spray down her throat, directly into her stomach. Her mother’s lessons on the human body, and opposite sex couldn’t prepare her for the sheer VOLUME of cum that was being forced down into her stomach, or how thick it was. It felt like sludge was rolling down her esophagus. Some burst out of her nose from sheer volume, uncomfortable, but not at all the most uncomfortable things she’s felt in the last hour.

After what felt like a lifetime, and Joffrey shallowly rocking his hips making sure his balls were absolutely empty, did he begin to pull back. Pulling out until his tip was the only thing left in Arya’s mouth, he gave his length a few pumps, slick with his own cum and Arya’s saliva. He generously spurted more cum into Arya’s mouth, which she swallowed on instinct. Finally he pulls himself completely out, it releasing from Arya’s tight out with a slight *pop*, letting his member fall limply between his legs. He shakes it off a bit before tucking it back in his pants.

He let’s go over her hair, and Arya immediately falls forward. She has to stop herself from allowing her head hit the floor. She heaves and gasps for air: throat burning, face and shirt wet from her own drool mixed with Joffrey’s seed, her scalp hurts from where Joffrey had his vice grip. Though a complete mess, she got it through it, and strangely Arya took slight pride in that.

Arya allows herself a few moments to recuperate on the cool floor of Arya’s room, before lifting her head. She met with the site of Joffrey, back in bed, looking exhausted as if HE just did all the work.

“Jo-Joffrey” She rasps out. Joffrey snaps back to half attention, still in the process of passing. “Lady?” She asks. Througha haze of sleepiness, Joffrey waves his hand.

“Yes, yes. I’ll be sure to speak with my mother in the morning. Your precious little pet can live” He says, getting comfortable in his bed.

Trying her luck, Arya decides to push further.

“And…the butcher’s boy”

Yawning, Joffrey responds.

“Yes….and the butcher’s boy….too…zzzzzzzz”.

Looking at Joffrey’s now sleeping form, Arya doesn’t know if she should let herself feel relieved or not. She’s going on Joffrey’s word, and she already knows he’s a liar. Right now, there wasn’t much she could do about it, but if Joffrey doesn’t keep his word, sure tells herself that she’ll be back in his quarters at night, with something he’d enjoys considerably less.

“Are you two quite done in there?” Says a gruff voice from outside the room.

Arya freezes. She’s sure she feels her heart stop.

The door to Joffrey’s room creeks open, and in walks a mountain of a man, missing half his face. The Hound. Joffrey’s personal bodyguard and dog. He takes a few steps and halts himself right in front of Arya, who has to crane her neck up to see him.

The Hound looks around the room, to Joffrey sleeping form, back to Arya freshly fucked face, face not changing from his bored grimace. Arya is petrified on the spot. How could she not figure that there’d be a guard outside! Joffrey’s dog no less. She was fucked, she thought. Stupid. STUPID-

“Well I’d figure you’d best be on your way” He says in his low gravely voice, snapping Arya out of her daze. “There’s two other guards stationed down the hall, and at the bottom of the stairs. Doubt they heard you. Sound doesn’t travel to good here, plus they’re useless cunts. Best go back out the way you came in.” He finishes, indicating to the window with his chin. And with that, he turns to leave the room, but not before looking over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry little wolf, I could give a fuck bout’ you nobles and yer doings. Plus, not the craziest thing to happen with this fucking family.” He says, before walking out the room, slowly closing the door.

Not knowing what to think, and not knowing what to do, for the second time today, Arya turns and runs
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In the morning, everything seems normal, so Arya figures that The Hound was true to his word, and said nothing of what he heard or saw last night. She had to be careful not to rasp when she spoke, giving away the nature of her abused throat. At the morning meal, that’s when things turned interesting. Cersei was fiercely whispering to her son, an angered look on her face. Joffrey couldn’t be bothered to have more than an annoyed expression on his face at his mother nagging him. Finally he turns to his mother and says “That’s my decision mother.” Before turning back to her food. Abashed, Cersei excuses herself from the meal, claiming to not be hungry.

To his credit, Joffrey kept his word. He told his mother he wanted no action against Lady, telling her “What kind of King would I be if I let a little dog scare me?” Cersei tried to get him to change his mind but ultimately had to relent, though obviously furious. When Sansa learned about this, she whispered to herself and her helpers “Oh I knew it! I knew my love wouldn’t do this to me!”

Oh if only she knew.

Joffrey even kept his word about Mycah, telling his father that their sword fight just got a little heated. King Rob seemed satisfied by this, the gruff man that he is, probably could relate. Cersei was again furious, and ordered that the Butcher and his Boy be relieved of their positions. Though Ned tried to argue, Rob had it be done, figuring it’d be easier than hearing his wife’s mouth for the whole trip about it. Arya was saddened to have him go, but she supposed it was better than the alternative. Plus if Mycah knew what she lowered herself to, he’d probably want nothing more to do with her anyway.

Appearances were back to normal. Joffrey was back to his smug self, Sansa was back to fawning over him, and Arya was back to hating the fucking Lannisters. She had no idea how she was going to make it through the rest of these travels, and their stay at Kings’ Landing.
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