A new era

“More!”

Joffrey moaned in delight as Jon’s cock punched through his ass, his long golden curls bouncing with every thrust. Jon for his part, could only groan in pleasure. The sight of Joffrey, belly gravid with Jon’s child, swollen breasts leaking milk, bouncing eagerly atop his cock with an expression of pure excitement and madness, was enough to drive the Targaryen wild.

Jon wondered how Joffrey’s ass was able to retain its tight heat with all the near constant fucking they did, but he didn't care enough to ask or stop, keeping up his aggression as he took the last Lannister’s ass with savage pride. His hips shoved back, ass bouncing as he met Jon’s cock quickly, **** for more and refusing to slow down until he had been left completely ruined and ravaged. The Lannister’s cock, hidden underneath the bulge of his pregnant stomach, was already shooting ropes of cum onto the bed. The sudden contraction of pleasure was enough to push Jon to his release too, and soon he filled the wanton asshole.

Most days were like this, with the two of them barely even acknowledging each other when they met, instead rushing to fuck like animals. It had been over a year since Joffrey had killed the rest of his house and ordered Maester Pycelle to hasten King Rhaegar’s illness. In that time with the aid of a witch he had found in the Westerlands, Joffrey had conceived and birthed twin sons for Jon that they raised together in secret at the Rock. Aerys and Maegor were identical, both to each other and to Joffrey, save for their purple eyes and Joffrey insisted that they have as many children as possible for their new dynasty.

It was madness, Jon knew, and evil, but he had come too far and was well and truly part of it now. With each **** he gained more and now found himself the second most powerful man in the world.

Heaving, Joffrey lay back on Jon, using his weight and the vice of his ass to hold the Targaryen down. Reaching behind him, he pulled Jon into an aggressive kiss. “I forgot to tell you,” he breathed, “Pycelle sent a raven. Aegon is ill...”

Jon could only lay there, his legacy, twisted and evil as it was, had truly begun to take over.