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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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Joffrey was pissed. Pissed that he constantly had to hear the lectures and advice of his mother. Pissed that his brother and sister constantly annoyed him. Pissed that his father Rob, was constantly berating him to “be a man”. But mostly, and by a wide margin, he was pissed she had to look at those Northern yokels, the Starks.

Joffrey found the Starks to be incredibly dull. He rather they stayed up in their frigid castle in the frigid north, where he didn’t have to tolerate their presence. But alas that was not to be the case, as he was destined to marry one of them. Sansa. She gave him a headache every time she opened her mouth. So obsessed with her epic tales of chivalry and princes, like a stupid girl. Sure she was pretty, but so were whores, and you could at least pay a whore not to speak.

Then there was the father, the ‘great’ Eddard Stark. His father had talked about the Stark patriarch constantly. About how he didn’t have more men like him in his council, about how he missed the days of their war. Joffrey thought they must have been buggering each other back then, because he didn’t see it. All he saw was a superstitious old man. However, there was one exception to his disdain of the Stark family.

Arya.

Where to even begin. Ever since that day on the King’s Road, the girl had been on his mind. When he kissed her, it was meant to just toy with her and her sister, Joffrey did love to toy with people after all. He did not intend to become addicted to her. What made Arya different, what made her so unique, was she saw through him. What he was.

Sansa was still under some daft impression that he was some story book prince. The dumb cow. But he supposed that was partially his doing. Joffrey knew how to put on a face, put on a character. Something for the public to see. Nobody knew of what was in him. The darkness. The machinations of domination. Nobody but Arya. She saw him for what he was, and even then, she still responded to his touch. To his abuse. He had never met a girl like her. Girls were always so feeble. Fawning over the facade he put on, but then cowering away when he became…. well Joffrey. Terrified of Joffrey and his…interests. Arya however, well she seemed to be enamored by it, pulled in. All he had to throw at her, and he very well intended to throw more at her after that night, in the dimly lit hallways of the Red Keep, Joffrey flogged the Stark’s girl’s plump ass, and watched her cum all over herself. He watched as she ground herself on him like a common whore. HIS whore. The floodgates were open and he intended to dive in.

It had been a few days since he saw her after that night. A mixture of family duties and appearances, and the fact that she was no doubt trying to avoid him. However this was HIS castle. She couldn’t go anywhere without him knowing. Apparently she’s been exploring the dungeons. How…fitting.
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Just as he thought, she was there. Joffrey had excused himself most of the day, telling his mother he was feeling ill. Of course she wanted to fawn over him all day if that was the case, but he insisted that he be alone. Nevertheless, she had a servant stationed in his room. It only took a few threats of having limbs removed to have them scurrying away. He then made his way through the castle towards the dungeon, through the back halls, as not to be seen by anybody of importance. When he got to the dungeon entrance, he found himself hesitating a bit. He wasn’t scared, surely not, but who in their right mind would want to spend their time in a dungeon. Then again, Arya wasn’t in his right mind, he thought. Steeling himself, he descends the stairs, into the cold, dark cellar.

Joffrey could barely see anything in front of his face. Was his servant mistaken in seeing Arya down here? If she was, she’d have her eyes removed for wasting his time. Just as the violent thoughts crossed his mind, he heard humming. Going deeper into the cellar, he saw her. Arya. Casually apprising the skull of a dragon.
Joffrey had always heard that his father stored the skulls of the Targaryen dragons in the dungeons, but like most things surrounding his father, he thought it was lies and exaggerations. But here he was, looking at the massive skull of the once great beasts. Joffrey would’ve liked a dragon. The prospect of burning his enemies alive greatly interested him, but that was neither here nor there.

He watched her as she took in the details of the skull, rubbing her hands over the dried bones, in awe of its magnificence. Joffrey thought about how he’d done the same, rubbing his hands over her body, taking in every detail he could. Suddenly, Arya lets out a sigh.

“You can come out Joffrey, I know you’re there.” She says, looking over her shoulder at Joffrey’s direction.

Though she couldn’t see it in the dark, his eyebrows shot toward his hairline in shock, as he stepped out from the shadows. His Stark girl was just full of surprises.

“How did you know i was-“

“You’re not as sneaky as you think” she answers, turning to face him. “Could hear you stumbling around in the dark.”

Joffrey just makes a noise of acknowledgement before invading Arya’s space. He traps her body between him, and the mighty skull. She looks up at him with unsure eyes, but doesn’t try to move away from him.

“You’re not running from me” He says, tone unreadable.

“I only run from things I’m afraid of, and I’m not afraid of you.” She says defiantly.

“Maybe you should be.”

“Well I’m not.”

“No. I suppose you aren’t.” and with that, he crashes his lips to hers,

This kiss is different than the one they shared before. It's as intense, teeth clacking, tongues swirling, but she’s LETTING him in. Joffrey can’t help but smile into her mouth. He’s breaking her down more and more every time they meet. He pulls away, leaving a string of saliva between their lips. She tries to follow him with her mouth, but he pins her shoulders to the skull. She lets out a whimper at his forcefulness.

“Take off your shirt.” Joffrey orders.

Arya begins to grab the hem of her shirt, but then hesitates.

“Well? off with it.” He says impatiently.

“They-they’re small.”

“What?”

“I said they’re small.” Arya says red in the face.

Joffrey looks at her like she’s grown a second head.

“Oh for the sake of the gods, you fucking girls.” He says annoyed. He grabs the neckline of her shirt, tearing it, ripping it down the middle.

“Joffrey?!” Arya exclaims.

Joffrey snaked his hand in her the hole he made, tweaking the now exposed nipple of her right breast. Arya gasps out a moan.

“If I wanted a big titted whore, I would've gone to see your sister.” He says, give her nipple a tug for good measure.
While Arya did not appreciate him insulting her sister (that was her job) she couldn’t help but take comfort in his validation of her.

“Besides-” Joffrey snakes his other hand down to her ass, and gives it a firm squeeze. “You more than make up for it in other areas”.

Arya squirmed at his ministrations. Joffrey prided himself on his ability to turn her to putty in his hands. He pulled the hand that was playing with her tits back, and gave it a downward slap. Arya yelped in a mix between pain pleasure. He switched to the other tit, and did the same thing. This time Arya unmistakably let out a moan. Encouraged, Joffrey began reigning down open handed blows to her breasts. Not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to sting and turn her pale skin red. Arya was moaning and whimpering as he abused her small tits. To his surprise and glee, Arya did not try and run from his blows. Though she was whimpering, and tears were beginning to form in her eyes, she took his strikes with stride.

After a few more slaps, Joffrey finally halted his onslaught. Arya was breathing heavily, tears escaping her eyes, breast red as her chest heaved. Joffrey was proud of his handiwork. He reached his hand up towards her breasts, and Arya flinched, expecting another blow, but instead, he gently rubbed the red skin, soothing it.

“Look at you. You did so good. I-I can be myself- my REAL self with you.” He said as he gently massaged her breasts. Joffrey allowed a surprising amount of vulnerability to enter his voice. “You deserve a reward.”

Using his free hand, he slid it to the front of Arya’s tight breeches. He rubbed over her mound, eliciting a needy moan from Arya.

“I’m going to use my hands on you. Would you like that?”

Arya didn’t trust herself to speak. She slowly nodded her head.

“Words. I already told you, use your words.” He said, slowly pulling his hand away.

Arya quickly grabs his forearm, trying to keep his hand in place.
“Yes..”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I want you to use your hands.”

“Use my hands to do what exactly. You’re going to need to be more specific” He said with a cruel smirk.

Arya bared her teeth at him, but nonetheless relented

“I want you to use your hands on my cunt” She ground out.

Joffrey gave a toothy smile, before diving his hands in the front of her pants and under garments.

Arya threw her head back as Joffrey’s long fingers brushed over clit, covering her mound. Joffrey felt around until he found her entrance, then plunged his middle and ring finger into her waiting cunt. She was sopping wet from the assault her breast took.

“God you’re so tight. You might take my fingers off” He groaned into her ear.

Arya couldn’t respond with anything intelligent, so she opted to just moan lewdly. The sound of her moans and the wet slicking sound of Joffrey’s fingers pistoning in and out of her pussy echoed in the dank dungeon.

Joffrey’s fingering technique wasn’t particularly elegant or skilled, but he made up for it with tenacity. He drove his fingers in her with lighting speed, her wetness dripping all over his hand. Arya was rocking her hips, trying to met his fingers. She held onto her shirt for dear life as she felt her orgasm building.

She pulled him down into a kiss. Joffrey noted that this was the first kiss that she had initiated. Another landmark in their ‘relationship’. She moaned into his mouth as he continued to finger her wet cunt, hooking them upwards inside her.

“AHHH! There! Right there….please-“ She moaned.

Joffrey repeated the motion with his fingers, and Arya began to spasm and shake. He felt a flood of wetness against his hand, as she came and came. He kept pumping his fingers as she came down from her high. Joffrey looked down at her, with a pure predator glare in his eyes.

“Turn around, bend over, and put your hands on the skull.” He said in a low growl.

Arya obeyed in a haze, spinning and presenting her ass to Joffrey. Joffrey grabbed her breeches, and slowly peeled them down to her knees. He was happy to see her weeping cunt in its full glory again. Arya shivered at the sudden exposure. He then went to work at his own breeches, undoing their lace, and fishing his cock out. Despite not being touched, he was harder than he’d ever been watching Arya become undone. His bulbous head was purple, and leaking pre-cum. Arya looks over her shoulder, at the state of his member. Her eyes grow wide and Joffrey swears he hears her gulp. He grabs the base, and swipes it on Arya’s slit.

“J-Joffrey…” she moans

This was it. He was going to fuck her. make her his completely.

“Joffrey wait…”

He lines his cock up with her entrance, with full intentions of driving into her, balls deep.

“Joffrey, WAIT. I hear something. Someone’s coming” She whispers desperately.

At first, he thought she was making excuses, afraid to finally get fucked by him, but then he heard it too.

Two pairs of footsteps, people in mid conversation. The voices and footsteps were getting closer. Arya tried to turn back around, but Joffrey grabbed her by the back of her neck, pinning her face to the skull.

“What are you doing? We can’t get caught like-“

Joffrey gives her neck a squeeze, indicating for her to be quiet. She obeys and eyes him warily over her shoulder, still exposed. The footsteps have stopped and the voices became clearer.

Lord Baelish and Varys. From where they were standing, the couldn’t see the two of them. It was too dark and the dragon skull obscured their line of site.

Joffrey weighed his options. Here he was, cock hard as valyrian steel, Arya and her sweet cunt exposed to him. If he fucked her here and now, she couldn’t stop her, and doubt she’d even fight him after a while, but that would certainly expose what he’s been doing. The nature of their relationship. He really REALLY wanted to do this and nothing made Joffrey more mad than not getting what he wanted but he was not completely without sense. Having people know about them would….complicate things. Not that he cared what others thought, but no doubt His father would be livid -the hypocrite being the whore monger he was, and the Starks would raise the seven hells. While he’d one day like to tell Ned Stark about how his youngest daughter begged for his cock, that would have to wait.

“Joffrey….”

Joffrey was pulled from his thoughts by Arya’s harsh whisper. He was still a mere push from filling her, and the two Councilmen were mere meters away.

Joffrey pulls his hips back, and repositions himself so that his cock is hovering above Arya’s round ass. Using his free hand, he begins stroking his cock.

“Are you mad, we’ll get caught.” She whispers desperately.
“Not if you shut your damn mouth.” He bites back, not stopping his actions.

Arya gives him a glare, before her eyes trail down to his cock, bouncing and wobbling as he strokes himself.

“Damn useless small council. I should have them thrown into the sea. Covered in pitch and set on fire. Drawn and…..”

As Joffrey mumbled threats of violence, his pace increased. Arya bit her lip as she watched him tug his cock.

“Goddamn bastards. Bastards. Bastards.”

Joffrey’s stroking became a blur. His legs began to shake. He suddenly stiffened, and spurted cum all over Arya’s ass and lower back. She had to cover her mouth to suppress herself from gasping out loud at the feeling of Joffrey’s hot cum making contact with her skin. Just like when she sucked his cock, he came like a geyser. Someone his size shouldn’t be this virile, balls so full. Joffrey shot rope after rope onto Arya’s ass, giving it a thick glaze of white. After what felt like hours, his spurts began to die down, and dribble out of his tip. He slips forward, letting go of Arya’s neck to support himself. Despite being free, Arya doesn’t move. She stays bent over, hands flat on the skull ass jutting out.

The two hear Lord Baelish and Varys begin to make their way back the way they came. After a few seconds, it was clear that they were gone. Joffrey lets out a shuddering breath that he had been holding in. He tucks his cock away and looks at his work, marking what was his. Arya gives him a strange look. The two look at each other in silence.

“Tonight….meet me in my chambers.” Joffrey finally says after a minute.

Arya stays silent. Another stretch of silence. After a while, she gives a slow nod.

Satisfied, Joffrey turns to leave.

“Wait!” Arya calls out. Joffrey looks over her shoulder at her.

“How am I supposed to leave like this? Y-you tore my shirt, and covered me in your…stuff!” She huffs. Joffrey just gives her a smirk,

“You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

Arya frowns at him but stays silent.

“See you tonight. Don’t keep me waiting.”

And with that, he walks out of the Keep’s dungeon, back into the light.
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