Take a third option!

Joffery was truly torn on which wolf bitch would get his royal seed--Sansa was so delightfully submissive, while Arya had that element of defiance that was so enjoyable to break. He was honestly conflicted, when a glorious idea occurred to him. (Well, _all _his ideas were glorious--he knew this for a fact, and Mother had often confirmed it, but this one was _especially _glorious.) Pulling his cock from Sansa's mouth, he began to stroke it, aiming the head at the sisters' faces. "All right, you Northern bitches," he said, sneer on his face. "I'm going to paint your faces with royal cum. So be good girls and take it!"

Arya sneered at this, though Sansa simply went wide-eyed. Not that their responses mattered, as soon, Joffrey felt the expected tingle. His white seed began to shoot out, first striking Sansa's face. Arya stared at her sister in mild shock, only to take the next jet of cum on her face. Jet after jet of jism struck the Stark sisters, coating them in the young King's silky white seed. When he was finished, Joffrey let out a satisfied chuckle. "I love looking at you bitches this way," he chortled. "Still, I suppose you do have to make yourselves presentable for later..." He leaned forward. "Why don't you clean yourselves off?"

Sansa and Arya both turned, clearly looking for a bit of cloth to wipe themselves off with. Joffrey sneered at their stupid misunderstanding. "With your tongues," he stated. Both stared at him in surprise. "Come now," he stated. "You don't want to make the king mad, do you?"