GOT: The Golden Lion

In exhaling silence, Joffrey watched her throw herself down on his length and swallow him all in that warm, tight cunt. She felt so ripe and hot, so sinful and exciting, every little texture of her insides tickled the most sensitive spots of his cockhead. The air, the sky, the situation, it felt dreamy.

And the more he looked at her face from so close, the more he had to tell himself.

Remind himself that his thoughts were mere illusions. Born of arousal.

They were not facts.

No, you're not falling in love, Joffrey Baratheon. Love is a fool's disease… A King has no lovers, no friends, no allies… This… uh…

"Ah, ah, oh, yessss… this is exciting and…." Daenerys completely lost herself. Her body moved like waves, her ass going back and forth while her head stayed close to his face. She couldn't take out all his length to the tip each time, but whatever was there, it made her hotter than any man in her life, and she'd only known one other.

She then arched her torso backward, resting her back on the handles. She pulled Joffrey's face onto her jutting breasts. "Mmmmmh… That's it… My love… Those teeth… That tongue…"

Joffrey suckled her tight nipples one at a time, licking and teething at times to keep the intensity of her arousal high. He sadly couldn't thrust back and forth but still attempted to rock his hips even if it were mere jolts.

"Ugh… I'm close." He warned her. Having been hard for so long, it wasn't too hard to make him climax.

"Me too, just a little… Let me feel you more… so close to me… my…" Daenerys mumbled with no second thoughts. "H-How many…"

Joffrey stopped kissing her tits and looked at her face, controlling his climax to not come too soon while curious about what she asked for. "How many?"

"How many will you…Aaaaah…" Daenerys writhed, convulsions of her approaching climax striking with intense waves. "How many will you put in my womb… my love?"

No, Joffrey, this isn't love. You're in heat!

He gave whatever thrusts he could into her welcoming tight cunt. Once again, he felt her forehead against his, eyes locked with each other. He wanted to kiss her again and spill right where he planned on finishing for years to come.

"Three? Five? Ten? As many as you'd allow me to, my Daenerys," Joffrey declared his possessive desire and locked lips with her. Noticing her eyes closing, he knew she was close and silently panted to hold himself back.

"Aaaaah… Yesss… sounds amazing-mmm…" Daenerys lost it and cried with no care. There was nobody to listen, nobody to judge. And judging by the smoothness Drogon flew, it seemed the creature knew what was going on.

Finally, with a shattering moment of ecstasy, she came with so many tiny spasms that her warm cunt squeezed the life out of her lover's cock. She hugged him and squeezed his chest against her bosom, tightly clamping down all of his length inside.

"Gah…" Joffrey delivered his gift at the same time. The embalming injection arose from his balls and exploded through the tiny slit, spraying close to the most sacred depth of her womb. Jammed to the hilt, he felt all of his girthy shaft bathed in the virile cream right inside her.

Slippery, slimy, warm, dirty, and yet so exciting. Daenerys didn't move, nor did Joffrey try to push her away. He loved the trace of warmth in her fertile cunt, and slowly calming down right in there was just a pleasant experience.

Besides, they were too busy kissing each other as if adamant about bathing each other in their dribble. It was too wild, both her hands recklessly combed through his golden locks. Their already panting breaths became too ragged, and only then did they stop their exciting experiment in the skies.

"I fear; a new saddle needs to be designed. One with safety chains, perhaps," Daenerys muttered.

Joffrey chuckled at her wild thoughts. "Let's do that."

For a long moment, the two silently looked at each other's faces, as if admiring looks. Unbothered by the mess between their legs, they stayed that way for a very long time.

"Were you…" She broke the silence. "Serious about… ten?"

Carefully, Joffrey caressed her face, "For me, it's easy. But it's your body that'll take a toll—ninety months, can you handle that?"

"Not every year, perhaps—every other, maybe? I have no one, no family of my own, and I've longed for something more. A large family… a legacy. I know you have a daughter with Sansa, and I…"

He placed a finger on her lips and shook his head. "My Mother wanted to kill her or sell her to some fat merchant or useless lord for her schemes. Sansa's sweet and innocent, Daenerys… She's the reason North didn't rebel... How about we betroth her to our firstborn son? Only our bloodline can ride dragons, after all."

"You'll keep her?" Daenerys asked.

Woman, I've got many more cunts to appease.

"That decision is yours to make. As a man, I wouldn't want to tear her away from the Red Keep, nor send little Joanna off. Robert was a madman and an even greater failure as a father. I refuse to be like him." Joffrey assured her, a simple delay tactic until she'd birthed him a few babes. "I won't share a bed with her until you make your choice… How can I, when I have you?"

"Hmm…" Daenerys hummed and rested her head on his shoulder, calming her mind and body.

They still had a very long journey ahead.

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It took them slightly more than a week since they rested a bit too much on some nights. The frustration of not being able to plow into his silver-haired lover on the dragon's back was always unloaded when on land. Often hours were spent making love by the fire with a sleeping dragon nearby as their guard.

On days it was the dragon's back, and at night it was soft grass by the fire. Their libido remained unmatched, their desire for each other's bodies always at its peak. Not just two lovers, but pure beings of sexual desire—they profusely smelled of sex by the time they reached the Orange Shore beyond Volantis.

There, the two quickly cleaned themselves in the waters of the Summer Sea and continued towards Lys.

"Fly a little low," Joffrey asked and dropped a missive just in case Tywin and his forces were still in Lys.

From there, they resumed with yet another round of lovemaking, taking a rest in the Rainwood near Stonehelm. Then as the sun arose again, the final stretch of their journey began. Signs of civilization became much clearer, the distant castles, the towns.

"To think that the last men and women to see Westeros from such height lived two hundred years ago," Joffrey muttered, keeping his woman's back tightly against his chest. "No offense, but it was sheer madness to involve dragons in their civil war. Your house sealed its downfall right then."

"Most feel the same, Joff," Daenerys replied, a little emotional at the sight of King's Landing in the distance. The massive, sprawling city was too connected to her family's history.

Joffrey noticed the insanity that was below him, men and women running for their lives at the sight of a dragon. How puny they appeared.

No wonder the Targaryens ruled for so long. Yet, it was their idiocy that led them to ruin.

"Raaawr!"

He's enjoying it.

Squeezing Daenerys tighter into himself, he looked down as the city appeared below them. "Take us to the Great Sept of Baelor, Daenerys. There, Drogon can land over the open passage above the stairs."

Too lost in her thoughts, Daenerys steered Drogon with mastered ease. The city bells were already distinct and the screams of men, women, and children were audible. The entire area near the Great Sept of Baelor was turning into deserted streets.

"Wraaaaa!"

Thud!

Finally, Drogon landed on the tiled passage that led straight into the Great Sept. The area was wide enough for three more like Drogon to land.

"Let's go." Joffrey jumped down first, and caught Daenerys by her slender waist, tenderly lowering her to the floor. "The city used to reek a few years ago. I'm glad I made Uncle Tyrion fix it. He's not as useless as everyone thinks."

"W-Why are we here, Joffrey?" Daenerys finally woke up from the stupor and looked around. The Red Keep was still far in the distance.

"What else?" Joffrey raised one hand for her to hold. "To take the vows—as every man should with the one he loves."

Daenerys' eyes widened in surprise. There she was, wondering if she'd have to press Joffrey to officially marry her. But it was already happening? The first thing after landing?

"A-Are you sure?"

He smiled devilishly, it certainly had some charm.

"Even if we can't see, at least a thousand smallfolk are watching us from their little holes in walls," Joffrey replied and stepped closer to her, landing a strong, quick kiss on her lips for all to see, a declaration of his possession. "Let them be the witness."

Holding Daenerys on his left, one arm on her shoulder, he faced the wide, open street under the Sept's stairs, the City Watch was already visible rushing towards them in great numbers, a few Kingsguards on their horses too.

Then, Joffrey grabbed the hilt of his Valyrian steel sword and unsheathed it. He raised the blade towards the sky on his right and threatened the fire god a little.

Woosh!

In broad daylight, the Lion's sword spewed flames for all to see. Next to him, the Dragoness made her fire-breathing pet roar towards the city from behind.

"Let the entire King's Landing stand witness to our union, Daenerys Targaryen."

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A/N: And that is how you train and woo your mother of dragons.

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