Jeoffrey: The Hedonist (SI)

Cersei moved through the camp with a prowling grace, her golden hair catching the dying light, the cold air doing nothing to cool the inferno raging within her. She had seen the Hound, his hulking form half-hidden in shadow, and their silent exchange confirmed what she already knew. Joffrey was nearby, indulging his carnal appetites, hidden from prying eyes.

Her breath quickened, driven by a primal hunger. This was not mere curiosity; this was a mother's desire to witness her son's virility, to see the man he had become. She dismissed the Kingsguard, sending them to watch over Myrcella, as she ventured deeper into the woods.

The sound of soft, desperate gasps filled the air, guiding her steps. She found them behind a thick tree trunk, Joffrey shirtless and glistening with sweat, his muscles carved from months of secret training. He towered over a plump maid, her breasts heaving, spilling from her dress as he mauled her flesh, his mouth devouring hers. The maid moaned, her hands clinging to him, desperate for more. Joffrey was no longer a boy; he was a beast, hungry and dangerous. Cersei liked what she saw.

Her breath hitched as she watched Joffrey's hands roam the maid's body, squeezing her ample tits, kneading her soft flesh with brutal force. His mouth moved from hers, teeth grazing her throat before claiming her breasts, biting and sucking until the maid writhed against him. Cersei should have turned away, but her feet were rooted to the ground, her body responding to the raw, primal scene before her.

Heat flooded her core, her cunt aching with a need she hadn't felt in years. She watched as Joffrey dominated the maid, his body a sculpted masterpiece, every line and curve dripping with raw, untamed power. Her own body responded, nipples hardening, pussy clenching with desire. She wanted to touch herself, to ease the sudden hunger burning inside her.

But Joffrey didn't fuck the maid. Not yet. He teased her, toying with her flesh, his fingers dipping into her cunt before withdrawing, leaving her panting and desperate. Cersei felt that same tension, frustration building alongside desire. She wanted to see him claim the maid, to fuck her like the beast he was.

Unable to watch any longer, Cersei turned and slipped away, her body aflame with need. She hurried back to her tent, her mind filled with the image of Joffrey's naked, sweat-slicked torso. Myrcella was there, reading by the soft light of the lantern, but Cersei barely noticed her. She was consumed by lust, her body crying out for release.

She slid beneath the sheets, dismissing the servants as she began to touch herself, fingers rubbing against her slick folds. Her breath came in ragged pants, her mind filled with the image of Joffrey, half-naked and dominating the maid. She imagined it was her he was touching, her body he was claiming.

The bed shifted, and Myrcella was there, her soft body pressing against Cersei's back. "I know what you're doing," she whispered, her lips brushing Cersei's ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Cersei froze, but Myrcella's hand slipped beneath the blanket, finding her mother's wet heat with expert ease.

Her daughter's fingers moved slowly at first, teasing Cersei's clit before sliding inside her, picking up speed as they matched the frantic rhythm of her gasps. Cersei couldn't stop now, even if she wanted to. Myrcella's lips found her neck, kissing and sucking as her hand worked faster, her fingers fucking Cersei with relentless precision.

Cersei moaned, biting her lip to stifle the sound as pleasure washed over her, her body trembling with release. Myrcella whispered sweet nothings in her ear, guiding her through the waves of ecstasy, her fingers never stopping their relentless assault.

Meanwhile, Joffrey pulled away from the maid, his fingers still gripping her soft flesh. Her eyes were half-lidded with desire, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please, my prince... take me. I need you inside me," she begged, her voice thick with lust.

He smirked, shaking his head slowly. "No. The first cunt that feels my cock will be tight and pure. Her maidenhood is my right, and nothing less will do."

The maid's face faltered, disappointment flashing in her eyes, but she didn't protest. She nodded, accepting his decree, even as frustration rolled off her in waves. He didn't care. She was his to command.

"When that day comes," Joffrey continued, his thumb brushing lightly across her nipple, "I will take you however I please. You'll scream for more, but only after I've claimed my first."

Her blush deepened, her body betraying her arousal despite the rejection. "Do you want more maids, my prince?" she asked softly, her voice quivering.

Joffrey nodded, his lips curling into a predatory smile. "Two more should suffice. But I'll choose them myself. They'll come to me when I call, and I'll conquer each of them in turn."

Without another word, he stepped away from her, leaving her panting by the tree, her body aching for something she wouldn't yet receive. He felt no guilt as he walked back toward the tent, his body still alive with the heat of his control, his power.

Once inside his tent, he stripped out of his clothes, his cock hard and aching. He gripped it firmly, stroking himself as he imagined the maiden he would claim, her tight cunt yielding to his thrusts. His muscles burned as he pushed his body to its limits, sweat slicking his skin as he moved through a series of brutal exercises.

After an hour, he collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving, satisfaction thrumming through his veins. They would all bow before him, and he would take whatever he desired. But for now, he needed sleep. Tomorrow, he would continue his path toward true kingship, leaving a trail of conquered cunts in his wake.

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