GOT: The Golden Lion

Joffrey looked up and slid to her side, almost keeping her body pressed underneath himself. He caressed the side of her face and looked into her blue eyes. "I'll be the father. What else?"

"But—we can't possibly announce it."

"If you wish to, I don't mind," Joffrey said, shocking her to no end. "But if you don't, you can say it's Robb's secret child." Joffrey suggested, "And if the child has blonde hair, I'll raise the babe as mine."

"You will?" Catelyn asked just to be sure. It all sounded so absurd, after all.

Joffrey smiled like a devil and leaned down, his face closer to her lips, but never kissed. "Then we'll have a reason to visit each other regularly and… have a few private discussions."

She breathily smiled, rolling her eyes at the absurdness of the situation. She felt his erection gaining some size once again and gently captured it with her fingers, not minding the drenched stickiness. "It must be wonderful to be young… But I'm afraid I'm too old."

Joffrey shook his head, his hand caressing her sizable mounds. "Not to me, Catelyn. The way I see it—you're ripe—a woman who's strong in body, smart in mind, and utterly beautiful in allure."

Right then Joffrey moved away from her and got up on his knees near her legs. "Sadly, I'm not done yet. Will you turn around, my lady?"

"No!" Catelyn quickly realized what Joffrey wanted, "I-I'm too old for this, Joffrey."

Joffrey smirked like a devil once more, "Then let me make you feel young again. I promise I'll be as gentle as a feather."

Why? Why can't I say no to this man? Catelyn wondered and tiredly turned around and laid flat.

"Fold your knees and raise your back, Catelyn," Joffrey added and guided the woman with his hands on both sides of her waist.

Good Maiden! Joffrey dumbly stared at the stunning body before him. The view from his height was great. Catelyn's wide, pear-shaped hips dangled in the air, while her back was arched, going down with her head resting on both her arms. Her auburn hair bunched around her back, strands stuck to her skin from the sweat.

Finally, Joffrey looked down at her rear entrance. His spread palms softly widened the gap for a better look, and by the Seven, she was quite an aristocratic, pristine woman. As her pussy still leaked out a few rare drops of his cream from before, he noticed the soreness had turned her backdoor pale red too.

"I'll use my fingers first." He said, "Relax, Catelyn."

"Hm," she responded, eyes closed and teeth clenched. "I-I've never done this before, Joffrey."

Ah, so I'm taking her rear virginity then. Joffrey found joy in that new information.

"I'll be slow and gentle." He promised and used their juices from before to lube her entrance, as well as his fingers. Since he had already done some work before, he easily dug in. First, half a finger, and then the whole. "A second one."

Joffrey added another finger after greasing it and used the two to fuck her. Catelyn didn't clench herself tight the entire time; her breaths were calm and long, noticeable from her rising and falling arched back.

He kept it going for a while before starting to prepare his now iron-hard shaft. He didn't warn her this time and greased his length with their previous nectar. He lubricated it quite well before finally placing the purple, bulging head on her round entrance and pushing in.

"Ummmh!" Catelyn felt it. Not even three fingers could have prepared her for his cock. She clenched herself, her toes curled for a second before letting it go and allowing him further in.

Joffrey just kept staring, both his palms now tightly clenching her fleshy rear. Only the knob went in, and the tightness he felt was otherworldly, much more than Catelyn's petals or any cunt he had fucked before.

"Just breathe out," he said and pushed a little more. "Don't clench."

More and more, he went halfway in and rested there. Of course, he was gentle with her since he wanted to keep the woman. On top of that, he knew she wasn't deep enough to take all of his length in her back hole.

"I'll pull now," Joffrey said and gently slid back out. He once again greased himself and pushed back in. This time a tad bit faster and without any obstruction. He could feel Catelyn was getting used to him moving, so he maintained a slow pace in and out.

In all honesty, other than the tightness, he didn't find anything desirable in what he was doing. The only reason he wanted this was to make Catelyn remember him forever. To take the woman and make her his own in every way possible. From her mouth to her cunt, and now to her ass.

"Ungh!" Catelyn groaned, or perhaps it was a moan.

"I'm almost—d-done." Joffrey clawed her asscheeks so tight that his palm sunk into her flesh along with his fingers. It took everything in him not to ram it all in and pump faster.

Still, the more he fucked her ass, the more he felt he could go faster. Not as much as the session before, but once again, the wet sounds, alongside the rubbing of skin against skin, reached their ears.

Catelyn clenched the sheets, eyes closed.

Joffrey squeezed her ass, also eyes closed. Lost in the pleasure, he felt a heavenly tingle in his loins. The itch spread from his balls and then to his thighs before finally reaching the knob of his cock settled deep between Catelyn's tight ass.

"Arh…" Joffrey, to his amusement, came once again after such a short while. Not as much as before, but still enough to make it all feel hot. He cried a groan and let strings of pumping cream out.

He still pumped in and out a few times, feeling his load had made moving far more easier. But this time, his length calmed down much faster.

Catelyn Stark. He stared at the woman's back as he pulled back and watched drops of his nectar drip out. You're one fine woman.

In the end, he couldn't help but admire the northern beauty. He was absolutely sure if he had fucked Margaery in the ass, she'd have cried tears of blood. And yet, here was Catelyn with a smiling face as she lay straight on her back once more. Her arms calling the man who claimed her in ways she'd never let anyone do closer to her embrace.

Joffrey quickly got off the bed, used a cloth to wipe his cock clean, used some water from a pitcher too, and climbed into the bed once again. This time, he pulled the sheets over and embraced the older woman.

Catelyn rested her head on his arm near the shoulder. She laid sideways and hugged his frame, caressing his abs with her palm. "I used to think it would hurt a lot."

"It does, Catelyn." Joffrey chuckled, "This King was just a little more gentle with his lover."

Oh, Seven. Why did my heart pound like that? Catelyn wondered and nestled her face closer to the side of Joffrey's chin—a place she'd have never imagined to find herself in her lifetime before.

"You should sleep now, Joffrey. You have a battle to fight tomorrow."

On that, Joffrey agreed.

"Good night, Catelyn." He closed his eyes at last.

As for Catelyn. She kept listening to Joffrey's beating heart, her eyes open for some time even after he fell asleep.

A myriad of thoughts circled in her mind. As a proud woman, she felt no regret for what she had done. But she did worry what Sansa would think if she were to find out.

Oh, Seven. Please guide me.

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The day came, and Joffrey wore his armor again, this time adding fine metal armor plates since the battle would be his first official debut as a conqueror.

The march was easy, as everyone in the Golden Legion had horses. However, they had to take short breaks since Catelyn felt the aftereffects of the rough pounding from the previous night. Turns out, anal before horse riding wasn't a great idea.

Sympathetic, Joffrey tried to make the ride easy for her in any way possible. Initially, he wanted her to stay in Winterfell, but she longed to see her youngest son safe with her own eyes.

Something that Joffrey absolutely didn't want.

It took them an entire day and night to reach Dreadfort and set up the camp outside the archer's range of the castle. As expected, Dreadfort was armed to the teeth with all its gates shut and the walls manned well.

As planned, a messenger was sent from non-unsullied soldiers first, demanding that Rickon Stark be released. In return, the remnants of Bolton's bloodline would be allowed to take the Black.

To Joffrey's delight, he didn't underestimate the madness that plagued Ramsay. Instead of replying to the missive, Ramsay sent back the severed head of the messenger.

"He's insane," Warned Lady Hornwood, who joined them. "Ramsay is the bastard and likely the murderer of his brother, the first trueborn son of Roose. He has lived his entire life dreaming of being Lord Bolton. He won't give up so easily."

Joffrey sighed and looked at Catelyn, "We'll have to proceed with the plan, my Lady. The more time we spend here, the more Rickon is in danger."

Teary-eyed, Catelyn nodded.

Joffrey looked at his commander right away, "Ser Arthur. Proceed with the plan."

Everyone thought the plan was what they had discussed in Winterfell. So they all decided to return to their resting tents and wait for the morning to lay siege.

Boom!

However, deep in the night, a resounding sound echoed in the air as if something heavy struck something made of large stones. Everyone in the camp woke up and gathered.

To their shock, fifty men from Joffrey's army were manning the catapults and launching large rocks at the castle every few minutes. It was random with no aim at all, but each time the stones collided with the castle walls, there were loud bells ringing on the castle wall.

It was a bizarre tactic since there was no plan to attack that night. It unsettled the lords, taking away their sleep. The whole night, they merely sat together and watched the Unsullied soldiers launch large rocks.

Before they knew it, the sun started to rise and illuminate the sky and land. The Northern Lords watched the Golden Legion the whole time and marveled at its efficiency. The soldiers had woken up before sunrise and started cleaning themselves, sharpening their spears, checking their shields, and cooking food for the entire army.

To their further amusement, the damn food tasted good. Since when did wartime cuisine become so delectable?

When the sky turned fully white, and everything could be seen properly, Joffrey came out of his tent alone, Catelyn Stark from another adjacent tent. The King ate his breakfast alone, then wore his complete armor with the help of his soldiers.

"Why does it feel like we're not here to battle?" Greatjon Umber asked.

"The King's inexperienced." Said Lord Manderly. "He's just a boy."

"No, he's a half-Lannister," Lady Hornwood added. "They're always calm and collected, always scheming something."

They stood up when Joffrey approached them and greeted him.

"I believe we won't need to fight a hard battle." Joffrey said, "My army will be enough to handle this. I can't allow the North to lose more of its men… The pointless war has cost too much."

The boy wanted to send his soldiers to suicide? Who were they to decline such a grace? The Northern Lords thought.

BOOM!

All heads turned right that instant. No, this sound wasn't like the ones last night. This was a clear explosion.

And when they all finally looked, they dumbly stared at the cloud of smoke in the distance. A big chunk of one of the Dreadfort's towers was blown away.

Boom!

Another exploding scorpion arrow went flying and struck the main gates of the castle, shattering it.

Boom!

Another, then more. Joffrey didn't send a single man to lay siege, and from a distance, he chipped Dreadfort Castle to its bones. An entire thick wall from the side now lay waste, and two massive towers were smashed to pieces.

"Send the messenger," Joffrey ordered.

This time, a team of five Unsullied men went towards the defenseless Dreadfort. No attacks came, and within an hour, the five Unsullied returned alive, unscratched.

"They agreed, Your Grace."

Joffrey took a sigh of relief, "Bring me a chair."

After that, an hour passed and then another. After three hours, multiple white flags appeared coming out of the destroyed walls of the fort. Hundreds, and then upward of a thousand figures came out of the castle.

Without swords, armor, or helmets, they approached Joffrey's camp and knelt down, except five of them, who came forward with a sack in their arms.

"Let me go!"

"You don't want to do this!"

Thud!

"We honored the deal, Your Grace." The five men knelt down after throwing the sack on the ground. "We brought you Lord Ramsay."

"What?!" Greatjon Umber exclaimed and rushed forward to cut open the jute sack.

"It's him!" Lady Hornwood had seen him personally and confirmed. "I can never forget that fiend's face."

Joffrey finally unsheathed his sword and stepped forward. He placed the sword's tip at Ramsay's neck, "Where is Rickon Stark?"

"Hehe." Ramsay looked around and then at Joffrey, "Greetings, Your Grace."

"Where is he?"

"Why don't you look inside the dungeon?" Ramsay sneered. "A surprise awaits."

You better surprise me well, runt. Joffrey cursed, having done all he could have to enrage him over the past few weeks.

"Ser Arthur, take five hundred men and sweep the castle. Place the flasks." Joffrey ordered.

Right away, Ser Arthur left. Silence fell all over Joffrey's side as Catelyn's heart continued to sink, expecting the worst-case scenario.

It took hours for Ser Arthur and the soldiers, however. Silently sacking the entire castle wasn't easy. Many chests had to be filled, removed from the backside of the castle, and then handed to the waiting Unsullied on boats.

Finally, when midday arrived, some activity appeared in the distance. It was Ser Arthur with five hundred men. Only this time, there were two more horses with them: one with a man riding and another with a cloth-wrapped, shorter-framed body.

"N-No!" Catelyn cried at the view. "Noo! My son!"

Ser Arthur approached the camp, his face solemn as he reported. "We found this man named Theon in the dungeon. T-There was also this… rotting body…"

"Why?! Why did you kill my son?!" Catelyn screamed and, on her own, took down the dead body tied in a sheet of cloth. She tried to untie it right away to check the face, hoping she was wrong.

"Don't!" Ser Arthur warned, "The body is skinned."

Every single Northern Lord sucked in a cold breath at those words. But none had the courage to stop Catelyn. She continued and eventually got the head unwrapped.

"W-What?" She felt her breath become ragged. There was no face, no skin on the dead body. "Rickon… Where is my Rickon?"

"It's him." Theon voiced, hands tied behind his back, atop the horse. "Ramsay skinned him in front of me weeks ago."

Good job. Joffrey breathed a sigh of relief.

"You! You traitor!" Catelyn looked at Theon and pulled him down from the horse. Theon fell and soon received slaps all over his face. "I treated you like my son! Why? Why?"

Theon silently kept his gaze down.

"My family…" Catelyn fell into shock and plunged to her knees. "M-My sons…"

A few moments later, Catelyn fell unconscious, falling completely. Her entire being in too much shock and mental anguish.

Joffrey sighed and looked at Lady Hornwood, "My Lady, please help Lady Catelyn to her bed."

Then, Joffrey looked at Dreadfort Castle. "Ser Arthur, raze it to the ground."

Boom!

With just a signal, a precise exploding scorpion arrow was sent. The well-planned and positioned flasks of Wildfire in Dreadfort caught flames immediately and exploded one after another like a chain reaction.

First, the roofs fell, then the columns, and then the walls. Right before their eyes, the entire Dreadfort turned into rubble worse than the Harrenhal—that was the work of dragons.

At that instant, all the Northern Lords realized why they were called. Joffrey never needed their support to begin with. No, this was a demonstration, a reminder of where their loyalties should lie.

Joffrey, at last, focused on Ramsay. "Your house is known for flaying? Then, as the King, today shall be the last day a man gets flayed. Ser Arthur, flay Ramsay Bolton."

"W-What?" Ramsay cried out, trying to appear innocent. "Y-Your Grace, mercy! I beg you, I'll take the blac—"

But Joffrey ignored him and let the Unsullied drag the man away. Instead, Joffrey stared at the flayed, dead body of Rickon Stark.

"He was just a little boy." There was a frown on his face but pleasure in his heart. "Such cruelty."

Boom!

The Dreadfort continued to explode into pieces.

"Kill the men sworn to House Bolton. Send the sellswords to the Wall. Women and children to the Septs." Joffrey gave out orders, and they were instantly followed by the Golden Legion.

The entire time, Joffrey kept staring at the dead Stark boy's body. He stood one more step closer to having the whole North.

You're next, Bran, the cripple.

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