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The Mad Lion and the Wolf Bitch	By : ArizonaIceT Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 47435 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Joffrey should’ve been happy. He should’ve been ecstatic. The girl he’s been lusting for these past weeks, was finally his, in a way. He took her maidenhood, the most sacred thing to noble born women. She had given it to him, and enjoyed every second of what he gave her.

Arya.

His Arya.

He should’ve been happy. But like most things in his life, he was once again disappointed. Stupid political strife that he cared nothing about. Apparently the Stark matriarch took his uncle Tyrion prisoner. He couldn’t lie, he didn’t much care for the imp. He could care less what happened to him, but apparently it caused a big ruckus amongst the family. So much so that his uncle Jamie, one he did somewhat like, ended up dueling and injuring Ned Stark and killing one of his bannermen. Once again, he couldn’t careless, or at least he wouldn’t have, if it didn’t take all of Arya’s attention. She was much too sentimental, he thought. Her father only sustained a leg wound, and bannermen could be replaced easily.

He didn’t want to push the issue however, especially after he made such strides with her. He’d let her have her time, then he’d go to her. But it was the actions of his father that REALLY but him in a foul state. Im King Robert Baratheon’s infinite wisdom, he saw fit to make the injured Ned Stark the sitting king, while he went on his idiotic boar hunt. There should be a Lannister on the throne if no one else, not a Stark. But once again, he bit his tongue, and decided to bide his time.

It was several days later when he saw her next. She was sitting alone in one of the many gardens of the Keep. She was there, enjoying nature amongst the stone and cobble. He made his way to her, making sure no one knew where he was. When she saw him, she made to leave.

“Arya” He says firmly, stopping her in her tracks. She throws him a glare, but sits back down. He sits down next to her.

“I don’t want to see you Joffrey,” she says, not looking at him. He snorts at her directness.

“You’ve made that abundantly clear. But I want to see you, and I get what I want.”

He moves to put his hand on her thigh, but she stands up quickly and faces him, her eyes flashing.

“Do you think this is some joke?” She says angrily. “Your uncle hurt my father!”

“It was just a flesh wound. He’s fought in wars. He’ll be fine.” He says nonchalantly. This only seems to inflame Arya’s ire.

“And they KILLED Jory.”

“Guards can be replac-“

“He wasn’t just a guard! Jory has been there since I was born! He’s family!”

Arya looked as if she wanted to throttle Joffrey. Her sudden excitement caught him by off guard. Once again, Joffrey found himself misreading Arya, misreading her feelings. And once again, she made to leave, but Joffrey grabbed her by the wrist, holding her firm, but not pulling her.

“Let me go Joffrey.” She demands, trying to pull away. He just holds her tight.
“Arya…”

“I said Let. Me. Go.”

“Arya….please.”

His gentle tone made her halt. Suddenly she’s pulled down, falling into his lap. He wraps his arms around her waist, shifting her so that her legs are resting over his right thigh. She wasn’t happy about the sudden move, but allowed herself to be held.

“It’s….unfortunate what happened between my uncle and your father. I love my uncle, but he shouldn’t have acted in the way he did.” He relents

“Yeah, no shit.” Arya scoffs.

“I did not know your bannerman Jory. I’m sure he was a fine soldier.” He says. In his own way Joffrey actually meant this. Going up against his uncle Jamie in single combat is suicide. While incredibly stupid, he obviously a man dedicate to his Lord, as soldiers SHOULD be.

“Yes, he was, and he was killed by YOUR family.”

“I am not my family Arya.”

“You’re a Lannister.”

“Technically I’m a Baratheon. And you’re a Stark. Do I blame you for the decisions your father makes, your mother taking my uncle Tyrion”

“You don’t even like Tyrion.”

Joffrey almost laughed at that. She had him there.

“-or for the annoyance your sister is?” He asks. Arya lets out a slight laugh at the mention of her sister, and relaxes into his embrace.

“I don’t care for the politics that happen. It has nothing to do with me. It has nothing to do with you.” He says, stroking small circles into her back. He had to admit, while he wanted her to be back in a good humor so he could get back to fucking her, he did enjoy these small moments. Gods, he was going soft, he thought.

“Yeah, well you didn’t lose anyone did you?” My dad’s hurt, and Jory’s gone, and nothing can change that.” She says in a sad tone. Joffrey looked at her, eyes unreadable, and then gave a slight smile.

“Here Arya, sit down” He says, pushing her off her lap and standing. She gave him a confused look. He just gestured to the bench. Slowly, Arya took a seat.

“Take off your pants” He says. smilie spreading across his face.

“Joffrey-“ She starts, tone chastising. He just holds up a hand.

“Just do it Arya. I promise you’ll love it.” He explains. Last time he made her a promise, he made her cum 3 times in a row. She eyed him suspiciously, then relented. She kicked off her shoes, and slid her pants and undergarments down her leg. She squeezed her legs together, not loving being this exposed in public. Joffrey seemed to make a habit of doing so.

Joffrey’s next move truly surprised her however. He dropped down to his knees in front of her, placing his hands on his knees.

“Joffrey, what are you-“ She began. Joffrey just shushed her, and pushed her knees apart. She didn’t resist, allowing herself to be spread open in front of him. She looked down at him, her face slightly pink. He gives her a smirk, before leaning down between her legs.

She feels his breath on her cunt, making her shiver. Gingerly he gives her a long lick, starting at the base of her pussy, going all the way up to her clit. Arya jumped at the sudden contact of his tongue, and let put a breathy gasp. She looked down at him in both confusion and lust. He mulled over her taste. Strange, but not unpleasant, he decided. He dove back in, experimentally lapping at her folds. From the way Arya was shivering and breathing, he could tell he was doing a good enough job, but then again, he always seemed to know what would make her come undone, like an instinct. He licked and sucked her cunt, as her juices flowed from her, wetting his mouth. She had to cover her own mouth to keep from moaning out loud; it’d be a shame if this moment were to be ruined by some servant being drawn to her cries.

Joffrey ran his tongue to the top of her mound, giving her nub a flick with his tongue. Arya’s hips jerked up from the bench, but Joffrey caught her by the thighs and pushed them back down, pinning them to the stone. He gave her clit another lick, before engulfing it entirely with his mouth.

This time, Arya couldn’t suppress the scream he let out. Her hands went to his hair, gripping it hard enough to hurt, as she moaned lewdly. She tried to hump into his face, to get more of the feeling he was giving. Joffrey just kept licking and sucking on her cunt, focused on his goal.

Arya let out a scream as she came, legs shaking, hips twitching. Joffrey wasn’t quite ready for the flood of juices that splashed into his mouth and onto his face, but he took it with stride. Arya was nearly pulling his golden locks from their roots with how hard she was gripping his hair. She came down from her orgasm, breathing heavily; she finally loosened her grip on Joffrey’s hair, allowing him to pull back and stand up. His mouth and chin were glistening with her wetness. He ran his tongue over his lips, tasting it, before wiping his face with his sleeve.

“S….sorry” Arya pants.

“It’s fine. Stand up” Joffrey says simply. Arya stands on wobbly legs, and Joffrey takes her position on the stone bench. He lifts his hips, to slide his breeches down just enough for his erect manhood to pop out, and stand tall.

“Ride me” He commands. Arya eyes his cock, and then looks around, making sure no one was around. She faces him and straddles his waist, lining up his cock with her entrance. Slowly she sank down onto him. She shuddered at the feeling. Despite him previously fucking her throughly, she still wasn’t completely used to the size of him. She stretched and clenched around him as she lid down his length. When she reached the base, she sat there, feeling him inside of her.

He gave her ass a slap, making her clench around him.

“I said ride me” He reprimands.

Slowly she begins to rock her hips, hands on his shoulders for support. She feels his hard rod scraping her walls, molding it to him. Joffrey rested his hands on her hips, letting her do all the work.

“Gods, I feel so FULL.” She moans. She knew just how to appeal to Joffrey’s ego. He ran his hands down her hips, snaking them back to her ass. He squeezed and kneaded her globes as she continued to fuck herself on him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. Her forwardness surprised him, but was not discouraged. He kissed her back fiercely.

Arya decided it was time to change tactics, and instead of grinding her hips, she began to bounce herself on his cock. She’d pull herself up halfway, before slamming back down to the base. Joffrey met her thrusts, doubling the impact and pleasure. Luckily the Red Keep drowned out most sounds, or the slapping noises might’ve drawn attention.
“Joffrey…..Joffrey….” She moaned as she bounced on him. He loved it when she moaned his name. He loved how she clawed at his hair, skin, anything to pull him closer to her. He loved how her hot cunt felt around him.

Joffrey grabbed Arya hips once more, and began to rapidly fuck upward into her. She squealed and moaned at his pace, as he fucked into her cervix.

“I’m going to come Arya. I’m going to fucking-“ The words died in his mouth as he thrust upward one final time, cumming deep within her. He held her in place as making sure every drop went into her womb. Arya just shuttered and mewled as her own orgasm washed over her.

They both came down from their high, breathing hard. They sat there, catching their breath for a bit.

“You came in me again.” she says in a strange voice.

“Yes. I suppose I did” He answers simply. “I’ll have my servant discreetly bring you Lily of the red again.”

Truthfully, he didn’t want to. Joffrey wanted her in always, including her womb. He wanted her bred, filled with his seed, filled with his name. But he didn’t voice this. He had her, and he didn’t want to risk anything to scare her away.

Arya looked at him strangely, as if she was processing something in her head. She opened her mouth, then closed it. She did it again, obviously at a loss for some words. Finally, she spoke.

“I…..Lily of the Red gives me awful cramps.” She says looking away. Joffrey just gives her a confused look. “You don’t need to bother having it brought to me” She says quietly, quietly as a mouse.

Joffrey stares at her.

Then it dawned on him.

Dawned on him what she was saying. What she was giving him.

He pulled her into another deep kiss. Gentle and passionate.

“You’re mine Arya” He growls into her mouth. She doesn’t try to respond, just allows him to devour her.

After a while, they pulled their mouths away from each other.

“I’m still mad about my father and Jory.” She says, head leaning against his chest. He looks down at her, and gives a simple smile.

“I’ll make it up to you. I’ll always make it up to you.”
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