Reborn As Joffrey Baratheon!

Five years later,

In one of the bathrooms of the castle of the Red Keep, a mother-son pair was bathing together. 

If not for the lewd acts, one might even say that the pair looked cute. 

“Aaahn~ That's it, my young cub, right there~” Cersei purred as she arched her back, giving her son better access to her sultry body. 

“Yes, mother,” a young boy with blonde hair and green eyes muttered as he licked his mother's cunt. 

‘Hehe, I succeeded in making her mine!’ Joffrey growled inwardly as he looked at his mother, his green eyes glinting with confidence. 

For the past five years, since he was reborn as the incestuous bastard of Cersei, he has been busy grooming his mother. 

Every day, without stopping, he would cry if Cersei disappeared for as much as ten minutes. And whenever he saw Jaime, he would cry as if he were seeing a demon, leaving Cersei’s twin confused as to why his son was so repulsed by him.

‘Haah! I have to say it was really hard~’ he mumbled inwardly as his tongue skillfully licked the place he was born from. 

“Aahn!~” Cersei moaned, her pink nipple erect, saluting her son's amazing job. 

She held his head with her hands and pushed him closer, "More, baby~”

"Mmmhh," Joffrey hummed in response and ate her pussy with more fervor, his tongue skillfully traveling along her pussy walls, sending shivers down Cersei. 

She had never felt this before, even with her brother. Looking at her son, her fingers tangled in between his hair, she whispered, “My son is more manly than the king~"

Something stirred inside Joffrey when he heard his mother's words; pride swelled in his heart. Taking a deep lick around her walls, Joffrey entered her pussy, his tongue invading her birth hole. 

“Aahn!~”

Cersei moaned louder than ever as she felt her son's tongue ravaging her cunt. His teeth would brush against her clitoris, which only made the Queen moan even louder; she felt electric jolts pass through her body. 

“Oh mother!~” Cersei moaned in ecstasy, her pussy walls convulsed, pouring all her nectar into her son's mouth. 

PUISH PUISH

Joffrey drank all his mother's cum; ‘even after all this time, I could never get bored of her taste,’ he mumbled inwardly, white liquid dripped from the ends of his mouth before he licked them clean. 

Rising up from his mother's cunt, Joffrey leaned forward toward his mother, his eyes shining as he devoured her with his eyes. 

Cersei opened her eyes in surprise when she felt her son press his lips against her; a small smile bloomed on her face as she kissed him back, ‘my sweet baby.’

………..

 

Joffrey was walking down the halls of the Red Keep; a smile lingered on his face as he walked past the guards. 

He was walking toward the dining room, where his mother, his whore of a father, the king, and his big sister, Myrcella, were waiting. 

‘I was surprised when I found out that Myrcella was my big sister,’ he mumbled inwardly, remembering the day when he saw his sister. 

‘Anyways, I should also keep her here; those sand fuckers will not lay a finger on her!’ His eyes glowed possessively; Myrcella was pure and innocent just like in the show, and she had grown on him. 

Reaching the room, he waited for the guards to announce his presence while thinking about his plans for the future. 

One of the guards in front of the huge door stepped forward, “Crown Prince Joffrey!” 

His voice boomed through the grand halls as he opened the creaking door. 

Joffrey walked forward, not bothering with the guards. Just as he walked forward, his eyes fell on the king, and his face immediately twisted in disgust!

Sitting at the head of the table was the king—no, a pig. 

The man was massive with black messy hair and a beard, his massive belly protruding out, almost kissing the dinner table. 

‘That bastard!’ Joffrey's anger flared as he looked at his so-called father, not because he was fat, but because he was flirting with the maid while groping her tits right in front of Myrcella and his mother. 

Rage filled his heart while he clenched his fist tightly; the stench of wine filled the room as Robert laughed while drinking the wine. 

His green eyes darted toward his sister, who was hanging her head low while biting her lips. 

Myrcella was an innocent girl; all she cared about was her mother and brother. She yearned for her father's attention but, looking at him, “You have nice tits, woman. Come to my chamber tonight!” Robert slurred, spilling the wine from his goblet onto the table.

Cersei smiled wryly as she noticed her son fuming with anger. 

Joffrey watched as the maid giggled at the pig whore's words; he sneezed inwardly while mumbling, “Hah! If I cut you, half of King's Landing could feast on you for a month!”

He glared at his father for a while before calming himself down; he couldn't do anything to him yet as he had no influence on anybody. 

‘Even though Mother could kill him, doing that would only give us more attention,’ he mumbled inwardly while walking toward the table. 

He didn't even greet the king and sat between Robert and Myrcella; Cersei was sitting opposite to him. 

He turned toward his sister and could see that she was uncomfortable; he placed his hand on hers and squeezed tightly, reassuring his big sister. 

He glanced over to their plates, filled with rich delicacies that would cost a year's worth of a small folks earning. 

“Let's eat,” he mumbled to his sister before diving in, which only made Cersei widen her eyes in surprise. 

She signaled her son with her eyes, pleading to stop, ‘Shit, that boar hasn't eaten yet!’ 

Joffrey noticed his mother's signals, but he ignored them and placed a piece of meat in his mouth. 

“Mmh, it's good,” Joffrey commented as he placed another piece in his mouth.

Cersei and Myrcella looked at him with wide eyes, their hearts racing as they clenched their jaws, their gazes darting between Joffrey and Robert. 

Tension filled the air, like a nightwalker staring at men; the two Lannisters stared at the boy. 

“Hahaha! I like you, woman!” Suddenly, the pig whore's voice boomed across the room. 

The chair beneath him groaned in relief as he got up from it. His towering figure, his unkempt beard, and his massive drum of a belly disgusted Joffrey to no end. 

‘Fuck, that pig destroyed my mood to eat! Ugh~’

He cursed inwardly as he covered his mouth, forcing the vomit down his throat. 

He couldn’t bear the smell of sweat coming from the Stag King. 

‘Even the sewers of the city smell nicer than he!'

“Hahaha!” 

Robert, ignoring his family, grabbed the maid by her waist and pulled her closer. “Woman, I can't wait anymore!”

Kneading her tits, he continued, “Let me show you how I will push my war hammer while I pin you down on the bed!”

The maid only giggled as Robert dragged her out of the room. 

THUD

The door closed on the Lannister family with a thud, causing Joffrey to begrudgingly continue his meal. 

“Joffrey, you shouldn't do that!” Cersei exclaimed as she came over to his side, sitting in the King's chair. 

Myrcella, too, placing her soft hand on his shoulder, agreed with her mother and said, “Mother is right, brother. You shouldn't have done that! You can't eat before the king!”

CHUCKLE

Joffrey chuckled at his sister's reprimand; he turned toward her, his eyes softening as he looked at her pretty face, filled with worry. 

“My dear sister,” he whispered in his hand, caressing her cheek, "that man doesn't care about us,” he mumbled. 

His face turned grim as he turned toward the door; with a frown on his face, he continued, “All he cares about is his drinking and whoring! If he did care about us, he would have at least shown restraint in front of you.”

Cersei’s green eyes flickered at her son's words; even though she knew that everything could not be blamed on him, she still hoped he would at least show some modicum of respect toward her daughter.

Myrcella pursed her lips as she listened to her brother; she knew her brother was right, but she wanted to give her father a chance as she hoped, maybe, just maybe, he would look at her once.

“Well, don't fret over it, dear sister. Eat; after that, we will play!” Joffrey muttered, trying to lift his sister's mood. 

“Really!?” Myrcella exclaimed, the worry and sorrow on her face disappearing in an instant. 

“Yes, mother will also join us,” he said as he turned toward his mother, “won't you?”

Myrcella turned toward her mother, her eyes shining with anticipation. 

“Yes,” Cersei mumbled, nodding her head. 

“Yay!” Myrcella exclaimed; she immediately turned toward her plate, took the fork, and began to gobble the food in her mouth. 

CHUCKLE

The mother-son pair chuckled at the cut Myrcella, whose cheeks were now bloated like a squirrel.

Taking a napkin from the table, Joffrey wiped the gravy from her lips as he said, "Slowly, sister. Don't worry, we will play all day.”