"You're right, he's different."

  "That's what I've been saying." Val smugly chuckled. "Joffrey's as much a man as they come. Ygritte, he took Lys and Tyrosh—Tyrosh, the same svers who once came creeping past the Wall to chain free folk like cattle."

  "I still can't believe you slept with that man," Ygritte said, eating a meal with Val. "You had the strongest men chasing you back home, and you settled for him? A kneeler?"

  "Not a kneeler. He's the one they all kneel to." Val let out a breath, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "And he beat me fair, in battle and in bed. Let me tell you, Ygritte, the men beyond the Wall have no idea what they're doing between our legs. Just getting on top of us and grunting down our face is no shagging—Ah, it's better you experience it instead."

  Ygritte raised a brow at that subtle hint. It was the third time she'd done it. "Experience? What do you mean?"

  "What else? You're a beauty. Just go to the King's bedchamber one night and make him shag you."

  "And he'll allow me in?" Yigritte asked back. She'd been in King's Landing for a while now and understood how powerful and protected the King was. Especially inside the Red Keep. Though she wasn't scared of anything, especially not the Kingsguards, it was the Golden Legion made of Unsullied that made her feel wary. The cockless men, as if they lived for no other reason but to serve the King and protect him.

  Val rolled her eyes and stood up, acting as if it was a minor matter. "Why wouldn't he? He doesn't care if you're from the North or the South. If he fancies you, he'll merrily pull you into his bed and well… forget sleeping that night."

  It had been a pn days in the making. Val, being the only Freefolk in the Red Keep, was always accessible to Ygritte. And Ygritte, who now knew that the Freefolks were also Joffrey's people since the Wall's passage had been opened, didn't have any reason to rush back North.

  Westeros was her home now, and what she wanted was to start a new life. Away from the terrible memories and the loss of her lover.

  While Val never said it specifically, it was clear that entering Joffrey's good graces could open a lot of doors for her. But first, she'd have to open her legs for him. She was no noble dy and had experienced plenty of sexual partners in the past, so it wasn't a big deal to her. But Jon was an exception. Joffrey was a true, high-born kneeler, as blue-blooded as they come.

  The man used to be an enemy of the Freefolks until a few years ago.

  Now, she couldn't believe she was actually somewhat convinced by Val.

  And a little hopeful that he's as brutish as Val described.

  ####

  There were thousands of lordly houses in Westeros on paper. But that was with the inclusion of petty lords. Such as the Mountain Cns, who were equivalent to a petty lord. Then were men like Lord Manderly, who had a dozen petty lords sworn to him. And each of the other major Stark banner houses has several petty lords sworn to them, too. If you add Landed Knights or Masterly Houses, the number soared.

  So, Joffrey had only invited the powerful liege lords who ruled massive regions, including the Wardens and Lord Paramounts. He had also invited a few Archmaesters from the Citadel. But even then, they numbered a little over a hundred. And the thing about such lords was that they traveled with a sizable retinue. On average, each brought fifty men with them.

  Thankfully, the Unsullied were used to such numbers and set up a decently comfortable camp outside of King's Landing with dozens of tents, beddings, archery ranges, and small fighting rings. The men were allowed inside the city to spend their money on the finest whores of Lys and buy other things, but they had to return to their camp to sleep.

  The Lords were allowed to enter the city with only two men. Even among the Lords, not all were to stay inside the Red Keep. Some had to be provided mansions in the better part of the city. The City Watch, the Golden Legion, and all means were utilized to ensure safety and order.

  Joffrey didn't keep them waiting, however. The very next day after the st arrival, he invited all the Lords and Ladies to the Red Keep. He held a special court that day with only nobles allowed inside.

  On his throne, Joffrey sat in full regal attire with the crown on his head. In the middle of the throne room was a wooden crate, fully enclosed. There were chains around it, wrapped tightly. Sandor, with his drawn sword, protected it.

  Nobles poured into the hall one after another until a rge crowd formed from the left end to the right end of the hall, leaving only the crate and the way leading to the throne empty.

  Finally, the guards closed the gates to the throne room. Of course, a few nobles felt restless in such a gathering. Most of Westeros' high nobles were in one single pce, an easy chance to end them all.

  "Forgive me, but the matter is too grave for idle tongues and loose lips," Joffrey decred from his throne, rising with deliberate grace. He handed his crown to Tyrion, shed his royal cloak, and seized his sword. "As I wrote in the raven, I have summoned you to confront the greatest threat Westeros has ever known. Should we fail—none of us will live to see another day."

  Those who were aware or had some idea of where Joffrey was leading remained silent. Those who had no idea stepped forward.

  Lord Darry of House Darry came forward. "Your Grace, our swords and shields are yours. Who attacks us?"

  Clearly, the gathering was also a chance to get in the King's good graces. The one who shouted the loudest pledge of allegiance got the most admiration from the King, they probably thought.

  Joffrey couldn't care less.

  "Thank you, Lord Darry, but common steel and shields will do no good here. Our foes are not mere men—they are creatures of sorcery." Joffrey stepped down from his throne and stopped ten paces from the wooden crate. "Ser Clegane, show them."

  "Aye, Your Grace."

  "Look at it! Look well! Brave men died to bring us this wretched thing—proof of what lurks beyond. The answer to the age-old question—Why build a seven-hundred-foot-high and three-hundred-mile-long wall of ice? To protect against what?"

  Sandor unlocked the chain first and then kicked the walls of the crate open.

  "Wraaaa!"

  As soon as light entered the metal cage, the creature inside writhed and cried loudly, roaring at the air itself.

  Gasps escaped many mouths. Horror-filled squeals marred the faces of women as they recoiled in their steps.

  "What you see is a wraith created by the creatures of the legends—White Walkers, or The Others as some call them." Joffrey decred and unsheathed his sword. "It's an undead, a creature of darkness that can never die unless…"

  Woosh!

  One of the many things that Joffrey wanted that day was to assert his dominance. As soon as his sword erupted in fmes, he knew he'd won over the minds of all those present. Many there had heard about the King's magical powers before, but it was treated like a rumor.

  Now, it was a fact.

  "A wraith cannot be killed by your common steel swords." Joffrey decred and swung his burning sword closer to the cage. The wraith began screeching and growling, trying to move away from the fire. "Fire is its bane. A strike from Valyrian Steel also works. But considering how rare that is, I was able to find a substitute. Bdes made of Dragongss will also kill it."

  At that, Val brought Joffrey a spear with a tip made of Dragongss.

  "I've been preparing for this battle against the dead for a while now. I know, it's hard to believe. But if men can build a wall so high, so vast, beyond human imagination, then what lurks beyond must be worse—far worse. There are dragons in this world, so why not demons of ice?"

  For a while, Joffrey allowed the nobles to keep watching the wraith move around. Its bony structure spread horror as much as it could.

  "Sandor, strike your sword at its shoulder and sever its arm. Let's show them how hard it is to kill them conventionally."

  Sandor moved quickly and used a common spear to stab at the shoulder joint. Instantly, the bony arm fell off. But to everyone's horror, the fallen arm continued to move around.

  "Now." Joffrey went ahead and stabbed his burning sword in the arm. The bones instantly turned into a dusty aftermath. "The main body of the Wraith remains alive and moving."

  "Your Grace." Greatjon Umber stepped forward. "How many such wraiths are we to fight?"

  "I can't say for certain. But I do recall the Northern lords whining about my decision to let the Free Folk through. A necessary choice, unless you'd rather the dead swell their ranks unchecked. The White Walkers can raise the fallen, Lord Umber—millions, tens of millions. Every man who dies fighting them only strengthens their horde." Joffrey reminded them about the Wildling business, in short, reminding them how far-sighted he'd been. "Still, I'd wager their numbers stand at a hundred thousand wraiths, at least. The White Walkers themselves? A hundred or more. And over them all, one Night King."

  "What do they want?" Lord Manderly asked.

  It was clear why the questions only came from the Northern Lords. They were the closest to the danger, after all.

  "The Wall was built to keep them out, so what else would they want? To turn the world into a frozen graveyard, to swell their ranks with wraiths and White Walkers, to build themselves ice paces? All I know is that it's in our best interest to see them dead." Joffrey finally walked over to the wailing wraith in the cage and smmed his burning sword into it.

  "Wraaaaa…"

  The undead turned into a dusty pile.

  "Any questions?" Finally, Joffrey looked at the crowd intently. "Every noble house in Westeros will stand with me against this threat. I will lead from the front, as a true king should. So will the Queen consort, my beloved Daenerys, and her three dragons."

  Who were they to refuse when the King was willing to pick up the bde himself?

  "We'll fight till the end, Your Grace." Lord Umber willingly stepped forward. All the other Northern houses followed him. Then came the Rivernds and the Vale.

  Finally, Tywin also agreed to lend a hand because this was his proud grandson. The brightest lion to have ever lived, as per his evaluation. The greatest king after Aegon, as many cimed.

  "House Lannister and Westernds will stand with you, Your Grace."

  "So will the Reach." Lord Redwyne, the new Lord Paramount of the Mander, added.

  Stormnds was already Joffrey's, so there was no need to ask them. The same was the case for Crownnds.

  "We stand with the living." Envoy of the House Martell, Arianne Martell, decred.

  Joffrey cpped his hands and turned around. He returned to his throne and sat down. "Good. This isn't just some petty war for crowns and titles. This is survival. Lady Arianne spoke well—we stand with the living. And for that, I'll have the realm's full support—Money, men, and minds—more the merrier."

  Statistically speaking, Joffrey was highly confident in winning this time. He not only had the realm but also Daenerys and the Wildlings to fight for him. In no imaginable circumstance did he see the Night King winning or mustering greater numbers than his own.

  "Let's retreat for the feast then."

  ####

  Joffrey had no desire to share a meal with the nobles. He spoke with a few, exchanged a few greetings, and left.

  This was an opportunity to find some quiet peace and meet someone in privacy. Someone he'd not seen in more than a year. Someone who'd given him a son already.

  Guarded by Ser Arthur of the Golden Legion, Joffrey entered one of the rgest and most decorated guest bedchambers of the castle. He locked the door behind him first and then looked inside the chamber.

  There, in front of the dresser, was a woman seated on a chair and combing her loose, long, auburn hair. Behind, on the bed, was the sleeping figure of a boy, slightly over a year old.

  "Catelyn."

  The older woman turned her head to him and smiled. She'd already greeted him before, but this was the first time they'd found time alone. "Your Grace."

  Joffrey admired her for a moment. He had no clue how old she was, but he didn't care, her beauty was retained. She's aged like fine wine, and her face, although with a hint of age lines, remained beautifully shaped and smooth, her eyes deep blue. And her body…

  She's grown even more curvaceous.

  He already relished her birthing, wide hips, and those magnificent full breasts. But they'd seemingly grown bigger, especially her breasts, forming significant hills on her chest. Her dark blue gown struggled to hold them in, her cleavage a sight to behold.

  It had been so long that Joffrey felt his loins heat up already. So, without a hint of doubt in him, he strode over to her and leaned down, one hand gripping her face under the chin as his lips nded on hers.

  The kiss was warm and deep as he graciously swept between her lips. His tongue invaded her mouth and, to his pleasure, felt her tongue willingly py with his. This was his decration and her submission—she belonged to him, no doubt.

  Feeling her heated breath on his face and her very taste made him harder than anything. Joffrey, in his own right, cherished House Stark.

  "Umh…" Catelyn, in pure submission, obeyed his greedy kiss. She drank his kiss, coiled in py. Family, Duty, and Honor were her ideals, and she saw this as her duty fulfilled to the man who gave her a son.

  Joffrey's hands caressed her face; his fingers combed through her thick hair. Her pale flesh felt so warm, so inviting, so ripe that he wanted to savor her right there and then. But he knew he didn't have enough time to truly have her.

  So, he finally broke the kiss and looked at her charming face closely. "This time, stay here for a few months, Cat."

  Catelyn stood up to her full height and nodded.

  She became even finer.

  Joffrey drank in that view. The tight gown hugged her hourgss shape, her wide hips, smaller waist, and fuller breasts.

  "Creagan is…" Catelyn walked closer to the bed and noticed how deeply asleep her son… their son was. "Shall I wake him up?"

  "No." Joffrey walked behind Catelyn and hugged her soft waist. He pressed his hardened groin on her ample, wide hips while his arms wrapped around her belly. "I'll just watch for now and… hold his mother close."

  The strategy when dealing with the Stark women was simple. With Arya, he needed to be more direct and assertive. With Sansa, he needed to be more romantic, the knight in shining armor type. With Catelyn, he needed to appear responsible, dependable, and mature, as those qualities made her feel calm and confident.

  His hands took the liberty and slid upwards, cupping her rge breasts in each. Gently, he felt their weight, their volume, and fondled them. His face lowered on the side of her neck and pecked wet, breathy kisses. His erection grounded into her from behind, feeling the valley between her asscheeks.

  "How is everything in Winterfell?" he asked, unashamedly fondling her to his heart's content.

  Catelyn welcomed his wet kisses on her neck, his hands on her chest, and his needy erection with no protests. To her, it was proof that the King still desired her in intimate ways, something she'd been worried about after giving birth to his seed.

  "The castle has been repaired, Your Grace. The Bolton nd you granted to House Stark has been accounted for," Catelyn answered, albeit taking short breaks as her own arousal became apparent. "I… I'm grateful for all th-ah-at you've done for me."

  "I did nothing for you, Catelyn. I did it for us and for this realm." Joffrey replied and felt something strange. A wet sensation in his palms as he massaged her breasts. "You're still ctating?"

  "Aye, Creagan is still very young and… I couldn't bring myself to trust a nursemaid."

  Joffrey felt harder by that statement. Fucking Sansa when she was still nursing was one of the greatest pleasures he'd experienced, and with Catelyn there now, he hoped to feel that again.

  Perhaps even more than before.

  "Too bad we don't have enough time, or I'd have loved to… have a taste," he teasingly said, gripping her teats in a tighter grip. He sthered her neck with kisses and practically humped into her round ass.

  Catelyn chuckled and turned around, still between his arms. She wrapped her arms around his masculine chest and looked up at his face. "I'm here for months, Your Grace. There will be enough time to… meet."

  "Seven hells, I want nothing more than to feel the warmth inside you right now, Cat. Sadly, duty calls," Joffrey said, acting exactly as he hoped. Furthermore, he never asked her to call him Joffrey as he did with other women.

  No, he wanted to maintain the status divide with Catelyn. The proof that he'd conquered her fair and square.

  "And I would welcome you with all my heart." Catelyn stood up on her toes and kissed his lips.

  Joffrey wondered if Catelyn, with her current submissiveness, would let Sansa and Arya join or not.

  Who cares? In the end, it's not a choice up to you.

  "This room has a hidden passage behind the dresser. I might visit you on some nights, Cat. You wouldn't mind, would you?" He pulled her close, his fingers digging into her honey-soft bottom. "You'll have to compensate me for a year's worth of intimacy."

  Catelyn smiled warmly and nodded.

  "You can come any time, Your Grace."

  And I will.

  "I'll see you at supper then."

  ####

  Essos,

  Daenerys Targaryen had learned her lessons. Pregnant with Joffrey's child, she still chose to complete her conquest of Sver's Bay before returning to Westeros. The bloat on her belly had started to become visible, much to Ser Jorah's dislike.

  She stood by Joffrey's words and advice. By killing all the masters, giving the sves physical bor with wages, and maintaining public order, she calmed Meereen down from an outright rebellion against her.

  Now, armed with the Unsullied and the Dothraki horde, she became the most powerful ruler in Essos. And with her three dragons, she'd become unstoppable.

  After asserting her total control over Meereen and ensuring Joffrey's advice worked, she extended her focus on Yunkai and Astapor, both she'd once conquered but lost due to mismanagement.

  "Ser Barristan, I want the entire Sver's Bay blocked. From Tolos to the Astapor, I want a complete naval blockade." Daenerys briefed her commanders, her clothes now much more conservative as she didn't want her pregnant belly to be visible. "Grey Worm will ride with half of the Unsullied and half of the Dothraki to take back Yunkai. I will join with Drogon."

  "I understand, Your Grace." Ser Barristan agreed right away, no longer questioning her decision to wed Joffrey or her decision to no longer conquer Westeros. After Jorah had corroborated the fact that Joffrey had fire magic, he no longer believed the young King was evil. Rather, it appeared the man was most suited to wed Daenerys.

  Then there was the threat of White Walkers, which Daenerys had personally confirmed.

  "What of me, Your Grace?" Ser Jorah asked.

  "You will stay in Meereen and command the leftover army. We can't make the same mistakes as in the past and lose what we've conquered while chasing a new goal. This time, I want the whole of Sver's Bay under my united rule," she commanded, though noticing disappointment in Ser Jorah's eyes. "I need trustworthy advisors, Ser Jorah. And I spoke with Joffrey–he agrees to pardon you in light of your impeccable service to me."

  Yes, Daenerys knew Jorah was a spy who worked for Varys, who died right before her eyes when Joffrey stabbed his heart. But she didn't want to lose a trustworthy man like Jorah. Not now, at least. His distant fate was going to be decided by his actions now.

  "I…" Jorah wanted nothing more than to go back home. "Rest assured, Your Grace. I'll hold Meereen for you."

  With that, Daenerys moved ahead with the pn.

  It was not a long campaign, as Astapor and Yunkai had already been conquered once before. With Dragons to rain down fire from the sky, war became child's py. Fighting humans was as simple as a single roar from the flying beasts.

  Yunkai fell easily. Although it was well protected, it was nothing for a Dragon. Daenerys made an opening for her armies to enter the city and butcher every single man holding a spear. This time, she didn't bother discussing matters with the sve masters. Every power-holder was killed openly.

  Leaving Ser Barristan to manage Yunkai, Daenerys continued to Astapor and eventually won it, too. This time, she left Grey Worm to manage the city.

  This was the trick. She needed trustworthy, competent men to hold the cities for her and rule them in her name. To administer her ws and will.

  After reconquering, all she had to do was assert her rule and bring stability to it.

  ####

  The Lords and Ladies of Westeros weren't so easy to handle. As Joffrey had expected, despite the existential threat, some refused to send their men or contribute gold to the cause. And as pnned, those lords disappeared in the middle of the night.

  A few Lords didn't give enough, trying to be frugal. To them, Joffrey threatened to never support them when they faced any crisis. His threats worked well on the nobles of the West Coast, as the Ironborn remained a big threat. The only rge region that needed more convincing was Dorne, as it sat far to the South.

  To them, Joffrey made it clear that if they don't help, they can consider themselves not a part of the Seven Kingdoms. On the surface, Dorne was delighted to agree. But that would mean making an enemy out of the rest of the 5 Kingdoms and facing economic blockade in the seas.

  The Martells might not care, but the rest of the Lords depended on the rest of the Kingdoms for trade and other things.

  In the end, Joffrey secured enough gold and more to repay all the loans the Crown owed to the Iron Bank. Then, Joffrey invested more in the Crown's naval fleet, wanting to make it the world's greatest and rgest naval fleet.

  His pns were long-term. After the war, he wanted to guide Westeros to conquer some of Essos. Slowly, of course.

  By the 7th day after Joffrey's showcase of the Wraith, the Great Gathering of the Lords finally came to an end.

  He avoided finding Catelyn during that time, worried there might be spies all around. He did spend time with Sansa, however, and to his delight, she was with his babe. A few more times, he bedded the two sisters together, preparing for the final foursome.

  But he didn't know a surprise was waiting for him as he headed to his own bedchamber to change his clothes and retire to bed.

  "What is she doing here?" Joffrey asked, finding the red-haired, wildling woman beside Val. Val was to guard his door that night.

  "My good friend here wishes to speak with you… alone." Val fshed Joffrey a knowing smile. "I trust you'll grant her a moment."

  Hearing that, Joffrey gave Ygritte a good look. He didn't find her that attractive in truth. Her face was round, her teeth were white but crooked, and she had a pug nose. She did have pretty blue-grey eyes. Her most exciting feature was her thick, bushy, curly, bright red hair. He'd never seen red hair that bright. She was no conventional beauty, but there was no denying that…

  I'd fuck her. Joffrey thought and nodded.

  "Of course." He opened the door to his bedchamber and gestured for Ygritte to walk in. "You're my guest, after all."

  Just as Joffrey followed Ygritte in, Val shifted closer and whispered in his ears. "Don't hold back."

  Now, those three words.

  They excited him to no end. He usually went easy during his first sexual exchange with women. But if Ygritte wanted him to go rough.

  I'll savor this night.

  "You own her."

  Those three extra words of a whisper from Val made Joffrey a little amused. Freefolks were so vocal about having no lord, and yet Ygritte wanted him to be… dominating?

  Cck!

  He locked the door after entering and looked at Ygritte walk into the room. He didn't expect much from her body. She looked too slender, with almost no curves. She wore simple southern clothes that mostly men wore: tight breeches and a loose tunic. Her ass, while noticeable and round, wasn't much compared to even Sansa before Joanna was born.

  Heck, even her height was shorter than Val, who herself was almost a head shorter than him.

  Alright, I'll bend you around.

  Showing some courtesy to a woman whose brains he was about to fuck, he poured two cups of wine. He passed her one and sipped on another. "What can I do for you?"

  Ygritte took the cup of wine and downed it all in one go. "Your worst."

  "What?" Joffrey frowned.

  "I said, do your worst. I heard from Val how you cimed her, defeated her." Ygritte looked straight into Joffrey's eyes, not a hint of shame or hesitation on her face. "Let me see you try. Try ciming me."

  A wildling through and through. Even fucking is a competition.

  "Do you even grasp what you're saying? A mb, walking up to a lion of its own accord—how quaint." Joffrey downed his wine and tossed the cup aside without care. He stepped closer, amusement flickering, knowing that behind her was a wall. "Tell me, do you truly believe you can handle me?"

  "Hah, big words from a small mouth." Ygritte chortled in mockery. "You won't st a—"

  Joffrey suddenly shifted closer to her, his chest pressed against hers. His one hand wrapped around her waist, and the other combed through her bright red hair behind the back of her head. He gripped her hair in a fist full and yanked her head back, raising her chin high so he could have a better look at her face.

  "Aye, I'll enjoy ruining this face," he decred and sloppily left a long, licking trail of spit from her neck to her jaw and then her right cheek. "Freshly bathed. You came prepared?"

  Ygritte felt a little amused by the sudden change of attitude. All this time, she'd only seen Joffrey act majestically. The way he grabbed her hair and locked her, that degrading look, she felt excited, her heartbeat proof. No Wildling man had ever done this to her before. No wildling man ever came close to dominating her like this, not without getting a kick to his balls.

  But this was different.

  This was deep within the enemy territory. Hitting him meant death.

  Truly, she did feel like a mb in a lion's den. And she'd come there willingly, excitedly.

  "Just words. Go on then, kneeler king, show me your worst."

  "Hah." Joffrey chuckled and gripped harder on her hair, on the verge of hurting. His other hand moved back from her waist and choked her neck gently. "Acting high and mighty while desiring to be my submissive whore? Hoping that I'll dominate you? Cim your cunt while degrading your existence? Is that right?"

  "Ugh…" Ygritte bared her teeth as if in anger. But as she felt Joffrey's hold on her neck tighten, she lost herself to pleasure. This was it. This was the idea of what an ideal man was to her: a man who could cim her and dominate her physically and mentally. "I… said… do… your worst!"

  Joffrey smiled with satisfaction. This was her way of giving him a go.

  I like her already.

  "Hmm… I will…" Joffrey licked her face again, this time from her tightly pressed lips to her eye. "I'll cim your cunt and bend you in ways you've never felt before. But first…"

  He brought his face closer to hers and then extended the full length of his tongue out.

  "Suckle it. Show me you can use those darn lips."

  Ygritte frowned. This was a kiss, a more sloppy and humiliating way, rather. But she remembered only one other guy who'd kissed her while trying to fuck her, and he was dead. All Wildling men were only about fucking a woman from behind and leaving as soon as done.

  This was… exciting and humiliating at the same time.

  "I said, suckle it!" Joffrey's grip on her hair and neck both grew harder.

  Ygritte relented and parted her lips, taking his boneless, silken tongue in her mouth. That instantly turned into a heated kiss, and Joffrey used his grip to smash her lips onto his. Wild, their tongues danced in no shame, exchanging all that warm dribble.

  She'd never experienced anything like this before.

  She loved it.

  "Ummmh…" She moaned and exhaled on his face. Her one hand rubbed over his chest, feeling his muscles, and her other hand viciously rubbed and squeezed his shaft.

  Joffrey liked her willingness and tested the limits. He choked her harder and pulled her hair even more. He knew this would hurt. But…

  Not a flinch.

  Ygritte took all his rough-handedness with even more heated kisses. She swept his mouth with greedy swirls as if inviting him to fuck her already.

  "Enough." He pulled his face back and stepped away. He began removing his clothes quickly. "Disrobe. All of it!"

  Joffrey was quick and, once naked, stood there to watch her take off that tunic and tight breeches. As he'd expected, her tits were pitifully small, almost a handful with small cherry-tips. But what stood out was how toned she looked. Every inch of her body was crafted like a warrior, slender but muscur. Her long waist was a highlight, and as she fully lowered her breeches, her long legs were stimuting.

  To his delight, she'd taken care of the hair between there, likely Val's gift.

  "Turn around."

  Joffrey watched her rear and agreed with his evaluation. Ygritte was a true spearwife who'd fought all her life. Even her back was toned with hints of muscles. But he was also wrong as she did have a round, soft bottom, shapely even since she probably walked and climbed mountains a lot.

  Not that bad.

  Although he still preferred Val, he felt Ygritte's personality made up for it.

  Ygritte felt utterly drenched in need. She could feel his eyes on her body, and she felt like a thrall on a show stage. But to her, it was thrilling.

  "Ah!"

  She felt Joffrey wrap his arm around her throat again and press his hardened shaft on her ass. She gulped and tried to look back, but his grip hardened. His other hand felt her tits, small but enough to fondle.

  "Oh!" She moaned as his rough hands clenched her breast hard and then pinched the tips like she were a pything.

  "Already drenched? Such a whore."

  She felt more excited by his words. His fingers had already reached between her legs and massaged her damp entrance. She truly was ready for a cock… a big fat cock, and a rough pounding.

  And finally, his middle finger curved and dipped in her slick fold.

  "Aaaaah!"

  He added a second finger from the get-go, stretching her like a warning to what was to come. And she could feel it between her asscheeks. His sizable cock throbbing.

  "You asked for this. Remember that."

  "Heh." Ygritte chuckled, and despite her choked throat, she spoke. "Do yo-oh worshht…"

  She's insane. My kind of insane.