GOT: The Golden Lion

"Joffrey, will you visit me? I wish to speak with my son," Cersei spoke close to his ear, their bodies almost hugging. But Joffrey maintained distance, not letting her breasts push against his chest. 

"Forgive me, Mother. I'm too tired and wish to sleep. Perhaps tomorrow?" Joffrey replied, not giving her a shred of a smile. "Oh, and I've got a little something for you too."

"Really?" Cersei lit up abruptly. "Then I will await you in my chamber tomorrow." 

Joffrey simply nodded and danced a little more with them. Once he saw Sansa and Arya had already left, he decided to return to his room as well. But he never failed to make the most annoyed and disgusted look possible. 

Aware of where Jaime was, Joffrey knowingly walked past him as close as possible. "I hate this... disgusting filth."

Did you hear that? Joffrey, sadly, couldn't look and make sure. He just left through the king's entrance and left the Great Hall. 

Walking through the empty hallways, he soon arrived at his bedchambers. He quickly entered and locked the door behind, finally taking a calming breath. Being scheming all the time was tough on his mind, he felt.

But he knew exactly what could help him soothe his body. 

"Your Grace."

He found the bathtub filled with hot water and, standing beside it, none other than his personal bathing servant, Mhaegen. She still looked as innocent, naive, and ripe as the day Joffrey took her in that whorehouse. 

"How is Barra?"

The light red-haired, freckled servant smiled as she approached Joffrey and helped him remove his clothes. "She has begun walking, Your Grace. She's healthy and growing well."

Joffrey breathed deeply hearing that, hoping the good deed would bring him some luck. Though, that didn't mean he'd stop walking the path he had taken. As soon as all his clothes were removed, he stepped into the bathtub. 

Mhaegan was dressed in the regular servant's gown—thin, gray, loose, and somewhat revealing around her neck. She approached the bathing tub and sat beside it, beginning to rub and scrub Joffrey's body. 

"Do you have someone to take care of Barra?" Joffrey inquired.

Mhaegan left no place on his body uncleaned, eventually reaching his crotch. She began to rub his cock, feeling its growing size. "I do, Your Grace."

"Then, you need not return tonight," Joffrey said, not asking, but an order.

Mhaegan showed not an ounce of aversion to his demand and simply asked back. "Would you like to have me in the tub, or the bed, Your Grace?"

Ah, a truly talented whore. Joffrey liked her question, even more so when her nimble fingers were already stroking his cock in the water. 

Joffrey looked at the mother he definitely wanted to fuck. The way her hair was tied behind her head messily was a charm in itself. Her curious eyes were as if asking him to plunder her. "Disrobe and enter the tub."

Mhaegan stood up quickly. With a simple pull of her hands, her gown slid down off her shoulders. As it crumpled around her feet, she covered her breasts and her love hole with her hands in a show of her femininity. 

Joffrey noticed she was clean, without a speck of hair down there. She came prepared to greet her king. A brilliant whore, indeed.

The metal bathing tub Joffrey sat in wasn't massive, but it was moderately large, for it once belonged to the whoremonger father of his. With its depth enough for the water to reach his shoulder, and width enough for him to straighten his legs completely white sitting, it was perfectly made for adventures such as this.

Mhaegen raised one leg to enter, giving Joffrey a good view of her spread petals despite her attempts to hide it. Eventually, she settled into the water opposite to Joffrey. She knew what she had to do, and used her petite feet to rub his manhood. 

Joffrey kept staring at her, letting her please him while he soaked in the warm water to ease his fatigue. Even if her dainty little toes stroked him, she still averted her watery eyes, looking naive and delectable.

"Did someone mistreat you?" He asked, his head hanging back, eyes closed; His arousal being entertained. 

Mhaegan had never thought the King would show concern for her. "No, Your Grace. Everyone knew who I belonged to."

"That's right," Joffrey smiled, loving her docile behavior. "You belong to me."

"Umm…" Mhaegan shifted in the water, getting on her knees. That finally revealed her creamy breasts, just a handful, but without a sag. The tight pale brown buds atop were small, as was the areola around it. 

She came closer to him, between his legs, and began using her careful hand to stroke his magnificent cock. But she went beyond that, having been taught the ways to pleasure a man. She leaned forward further and kissed Joffrey's collarbone, and then his neck, all the while both her hands stroked his cock. 

She had to stand up on her knees to reach his ear, making her slick slit brush against Joffrey's cockhead. But she continued to stroke him, fondling his girth with her hold. 

This was one of the reasons why he liked Mhaegan and kept her. Sleeping with women like Sansa, Margaery, and Catelyn was one thing. But fucking a whore was where the true extent of sexual pleasure could be explored. He still fondly remembered Ros from a long time ago. The plump, curvy whore was delightful.

Perhaps I should summon her and see if she's been faithful to me, Joffrey thought, remembering how he had taken ownership of her cunt last time. 

For now, he took pleasure in the lithe, shorter woman. His one hand went behind her hips and caressed her ass, while his other hand cupped her breasts, squeezing them. But he felt they were different from before. 

"F-Forgive me… Your Grace." Mhaegan slobbered over his neck and apologized. "I'm…. I cannot nurse anymore."

Joffrey looked up at her fearful expression. He knew she was scared of losing the King's interest. "Pity, but it's natural."

Shouldn't Sansa be lactating? Joffrey licked his lips. I'd better pay her a visit later and have a taste. 

"But you can't leave my tongue unattended, can you?" 

Mhaegan got the message and slammed her ripe lips against his. She didn't wait and took the initiative to probe into her king's mouth and let him savor her mouth. Coiling her tongue against his, letting him soak in the heat of her maw as well.

She rubbed her body against his chest, all the while continuing to stroke him vigorously. 

But Joffrey broke the kiss abruptly and looked at her in amusement. "Mhaegan, how long can you hold your breath?"

Mhaegan pulled herself back in confusion. "What do you mean, Your Grace?"

Joffrey caressed her lovely face, eventually sliding his thumb between her lips to get the message across. "Your hands won't do, Mhaegen." 

She looked down at the straining, iron-hard cock in the water. "I-In there?" 

"Where else?"

"I-I'll do my best, Your Grace," she sounded unsure and somewhat frightened. But this wasn't the first strange request she had received.

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