Sighing, Catelyn sat back on her knees and let Joffrey have her daughter the way he wanted.
And he did. He moved her like he owned her. Arya was too tired to do anything but follow his lead.
Joffrey grabbed Arya's waist and yanked her back, her petite frame a stark contrast against the taller curves of her sister and mother. She gasped, on her hands and knees as he positioned her just right; ass raised, back arched, her glistening slit twitching uncontrolably.
Joffrey smirked, savoring the sight of her rosy pussy gaping for him. Then, he tilted his head toward Catelyn. She understood immediately, crawling to Arya's left hip, her gaze flickering between Joffrey's thick shaft and the way her youngest daughter's thighs trembled.
With an amused smile, Catelyn placed one hand on Arya's ass, giving it a firm squeeze, while her other wrapped around Joffrey's slick length.
He let her take control, watching as she rubbed his cock against Arya's eager lower lips, smearing her arousal all over his length.
"Mm… so wet," Catelyn murmured, teasing the tip of his cock against Arya's entrance, coating it in Arya's salivating nectar. Then, locking eyes with Joffrey, she held him in place.
Joffrey took the invitation. With a brutal thrust, he slammed half of his cock inside, the snug heat sealing around him instantly.
"Aaah—!"
Arya's mouth flew open, her body jolting as his cock spread her apart. "F-Fuck—oh gods—!"
Her face twisting in pleasure, her back bowing as she felt him deep inside her, so deep she swore she could feel him in her stomach.
Sansa grinned at the sight. "Let me help, Arya."
Arya barely had time to react before Sansa reached in front of her, grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back onto his cock.
"N-No—oooh! W-Wha—!" Arya's words choked in her throat as her pussy took more, sucking him in inch by inch, the sensation making her thighs quiver.
"Shhh… Let our King savor us." Sansa hushed her and finally made Arya place her hands on her shoulders to stay balanced.
Catelyn hummed approvingly, kneading Arya's ass, spreading her pussy open even wider. She pried Arya's folds apart, watching in fascination as Joffrey's thick shaft drove in and out, stretching her little cunt beyond what she thought possible. Her own arousal dripped down her thighs, aching to be filled next.
"I'd like to hear her moan…" Joffrey said, his voice commanding. "The louder, the better."
Sansa giggled, sliding forward until she was kneeling in front of Arya. "Of course, Your Grace."
She cupped Arya's flushed face, dragging her lips down her trembling neck before taking one of her pert nipples into her mouth. Her tongue flicked, teeth grazing over the sensitive bud while her fingers found her own soaked clit, rubbing it in slow circles. She moaned against Arya's breast, the vibrations making her sister shudder beneath her touch.
"Sansa! Ughhh~" Arya moaned helplessly, her voice breaking into sharp cries as pleasure took her body. Her own mother and sister facilitated her fucking.
Sansa's lips latched tighter, sucking deep, letting her tongue swirl in lazy, teasing motions while her fingers worked herself wetter, spreading her arousal with every needy rub. The scent of sweat and sex filled the air, and Sansa only grew bolder, her mouth leaving a slick trail as she nipped and licked lower, chasing the taste of hot, flushed skin.
Joffrey groaned when he felt Arya's pussy knead his cock harder in reaction. He gripped her waist harder, his thrusts turning merciless.
Arya's ass bounced, her tight little cunt taking every inch he gave her, molded by his cock alone. He relished the sight; her slim waist, her toned frame, the way her body tried to resist but was helpless against his invasion.
He would change that.
Soon, her body would be just like her mother and sister. Her breasts would swell, her hips would widen; his seed would claim her, reshape her, just as he had done with Catelyn and Sansa.
Joffrey watched his cock fully vanish inside Arya's puffy depths, the snug grip of her soaked walls stretched around his girth. He remembered having to push in and out a few times before just to reach this depth, to mold her to his shape. But tonight, he had done it in one brutal thrust, forcing her to take every inch in an instant. She was still the tightest of all three, an irresistible vice of wet, clenching heat that seeped into his skin, swallowing him whole.
"Do the honors, Cat," Joffrey ordered, his voice thick with lust. His words didn't degrade them, but his actions did.
Catelyn smirked and held Arya's quivering hips tighter, her fingers digging into her flesh. Then, without hesitation, she rocked Arya back onto Joffrey's cock, forcing her to take him even deeper.
"Ahhh–Mother!" Arya gasped, her back arching as her body spasmed around his length.
Catelyn didn't stop; she fucked her daughter on the same cock that had filled her own womb, guiding her with a twisted, perverse pleasure.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Joffrey met Catelyn's movements with his own, matching her rhythm as he speared into Arya over and over. Each thrust jolted Arya forward, making her tits bounce harder into Sansa's waiting mouth. Sansa suckled greedily, pinching between her lips, tongue swirling over stiff, flushed peaks, while her own fingers rubbed between her own pussy lips, spreading her slick arousal.
Arya could barely form words. Her breath was ragged, her cries helpless. "T-too—ahh!—too much! Mother, s-slow down! Oh, Gods, Sansa! I—ooh!—I can't—!"
Her hands twisted against Sansa's shoulder, her body shuddering violently as her tight cunt convulsed around Joffrey's length.
Catelyn only grinned, her grip firm, keeping Arya locked in place. "Shhh, just take it, Arya."
Then, without warning, Arya broke completely. Her body seized up, her thighs trembling as a stream of hot, creamy nectar squirted from her overstimulated pussy, splattering against Joffrey's pelvis, his balls, drenching the sheets beneath them. The lewd squelching sounds only grew messier as her juices kept flowing, coating everything in her uncontrollable climax.
"Ugh… I'm close." Joffrey growled, his hips pistoning faster now, his grip tightening around Arya's waist as he used her for his pleasure.
"Mmm… Yes, yesss… fuck!" Arya's voice came in delirious whimpers, her body utterly spent, her face twisted in pleasure beyond reason.
"Cat…" Joffrey's gaze flicked to Catelyn. Her fingers already buried between her thighs, playing with her sore, dripping cunt. Sansa, at the front, was doing the same, her lips still wrapped around Arya's nipples as she moaned around the flesh.
"Cat…" Joffrey's voice darkened, his thrusts turning brutal. "You don't mind if I spill inside her… make her belly swell, do you?"
Catelyn let out a breathless moan, rubbing herself faster at the thought. "Ummh… I-I always wanted more… grandchildren… Your Grace."
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Joffrey's hunger flared. He suddenly swung an arm around Catelyn's waist, pulling her close until her full swells pressed against one side of his chest. Without warning, he captured her lips in a fierce, desperate kiss, swallowing her moans as his hips kept pounding into Arya's squelching cunt.
Catelyn was insatiable, greedy. She kissed him like she wanted to devour him, her tongue sliding into his mouth, licking, sucking, drowning in the taste of him. It was sloppy, heated, messy; pure, unfiltered need. She moaned into his mouth, her body shivering from nothing but his kiss.
Joffrey pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting their lips, his breath ragged. "And what if I want to make your belly swell too?"
Catelyn's lips curved into a smile, her pupils blown wide with lust. "Mmmh… Please… I'm ready."
Oh, dear Maiden of the Seven—I am blessed. Joffrey imagined all three Stark women with their tits full with the nectar of life and his sons and daughters in their arms. Each night, savoring them to his heart's content.
"Ugh… Very well!"
His cock throbbed deep inside Arya, and he didn't hold back. He shoved himself to the hilt, bottoming out with brutal thrusts, making sure his cream would flood the youngest Stark's deepest depths. The sheer force of his release made Arya wail, her toes curling, her fingers clawing at Sansa's shoulder.
"Take it… Arya…" Joffrey grunted through gritted teeth, grinding himself as deep as he could. "Give me a beautiful, strong… son or daughter!?"
The potion he had taken before ensured he stayed rock hard, unrelenting, even as his balls tightened and spilled his thick, virile load inside her clenching cunt.
"Yessss… Ahhh—!" Arya cried out, her body quaking.
Her arms finally gave out, her petite form collapsing forward onto the bed as Sansa moved away. Arya's ass still raised just enough for Joffrey to see his batter leaking from her frothy slit. It dribbled thickly from her stretched hole, pooling between her thighs, a lewd mess of whip and her own juices.
Sansa, watching with ravenous eyes, wasted no time. She pushed Arya's limp body to the side, rolling her over unceremoniously. Arya barely stirred, panting into the sheets, her legs twitching.
"My turn, my love," Sansa purred, already crawling toward Joffrey, her gaze locked onto his still-hard cock, slick with Arya's release and his thick cream.
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