Part 2 of the request for loverloserlaser that features Joffrey. I hope you all enjoy 😁😈🐲

Joffrey looked out onto the great city below, the sky around Kings Landing slowly turning from a grey blue colour to warm hues of red and orange as the sun gradually descended below the horizon, his mind thinking back to the what had happened in the throne room only a few hours before.

Tyrion had done as he promised (Y/n), and had tried his best to intervene on her behalf; but despite all his best efforts, Joffrey had remained steadfast, refusing to let his uncle bring the young woman up from the dungeons, not wanting to admit that he himself had decided on his own plans for the exquisite creature.

Under normal circumstances he would leave the dragon locked in the dungeon, letting her rot for daring to return to Kings Landing; but even he had to admit that there was something about the platinum haired beauty that intrigued and beguiled him. Joffrey was used to getting whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. He was not used to being denied, and he always enjoyed how others would cower before him as he toyed with them like a cat with a mouse; but this dragon, this Targaryen was different. She had not once given into him, she had even denied him, not once having cowered before him, not once had she been anything other than a complete lady, a lady that he found he couldn't stop thinking about.

"What did you think of her?" Joffrey asked absentmindedly as Meryn and Sandor looked at one another, neither of them sure whether the question was directed at them or whether they were really required to answer it.

"Are you both deaf? I asked, what did you think of her?" Joffrey asked again, turning to stare at the two men who stood up a little straighter under the glare of the petulant child.

"Do ya mean the Targaryen?" Sandor enquired, trying to suppress his desire to slap Joffrey, as the little shit came to stand before him.

"Of course I mean the Targaryen, who else would I mean? What did you think of her?" Joffrey asked again, as he attempted to make himself look as big as possible as he stood toe to toe with the hound.

"I didn't think anythin of er, she..............." Sandor began, only to find himself cut off midsentence by an angry Joffrey.

"You're lying! Any man with eyes would have noticed that woman, would have seen how beautiful she was, how she held herself like a queen. How could she be like that, how could she still hold herself with such dignity despite everything?" Joffrey mussed, as he began to pace the floor of his chambers, knowing that despite what he would want everyone else to believe, that under similar circumstances he would not be able to do the same thing.

"I want her, I want her brought up from the dungeons. You will bring her up here, in fact........... I want you to take her to bathe." Joffrey growled, a wicked smirk tweaking at the corner of his lips as he thought about what he had in mind for the beauteous dragon.

"Well! Have you two completely lost all your senses? Go and do as I say." Joffrey huffed, Sandor turning around slowly, rolling his eyes at the petulant child's orders as he followed Meryn out of the room.

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(Y/n) huddled into the corner of the cell, pulling the thin blanket around her shoulders. Everything in the room was damp and cold, the two seeming to seep into her very bones. As she had told Tyrion before, the cell wasn't the worst place she had ever found herself, but it was most definitely rivalling the worst, and somehow, somehow, she was going to have to work out a way of getting out of this predicament, determined that she was not going to lose her head to a Baratheon or a Lannister.

Without warning, the door of the cell swung open, the sudden rush of light into her dark world, making (Y/n) scrunch up her eyes, only allowing her to hear a voice that she knew she did not like.

"GET UP!" The voice commanded, (Y/n) pushing herself further into the wall of the cell as her eyes attempted to adjust.

"What did I just say? Get to your feet whore, the king wishes to see you." The voice said again, (Y/n) trying to avoid the hand that was reaching to grab her.

"I don't wish to go anywhere with a barbaric savage. And you can tell the king that I am quite comfortable here, and have no intention of going anywhere, especially with the likes of you." (Y/n) scoffed, her vision finally adjusting enough so that she could recognise the man that had been on the throne room earlier.

"Why you..........." Meryn began, raising his hand to hit the dragon, only to find Sandor grabbing his wrist in mid-air, the two men squaring off as they glared at one another.

Sandor may be many things, he had done many things that he was not proud of, but he did not like the way Meryn was too handy with his fists, especially where women were concerned, and he especially didn't like how he seemed to enjoy inflicting punishment on the woman in front of him in particular.

"Me lady, if ya will come with me, the king has told us ta take ya to bathe." Sandor told (Y/n), as courteously as he could, before pushing Meryn out of his way and offering her his hand.

Even though (Y/n) couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by the large scared man, there was still something more appealing about him than her other option.

"Thank you, Ser.........?" (Y/n) began, reaching for the man's hand as he helped her from the floor.

"Clegane, me lady. Sandor Clegane." Sandor told her, taking (Y/n) by the arm, and leading her from the cell, the pair completely ignoring the glare of Meryn as they passed.

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(Y/n) settled into the hot water, her body finally losing the chill that had seeped into her very marrow. She couldn't help but smile as she believed that the little Lannister had done as he promised and talked to Joffrey, thus resulting in her current situation, and she determined that she would have to thank the man if she ever had fortune to see him again.

As she rested, (Y/n)'s eyes closed as she half floated in the water not wanting to leave the warmth for anyone or anything, feeling for the first time since she had been in Kings Landing that she didn't have to hide or fear for her own safety; so lost in herself was she that (Y/n) didn't hear the door slowly open, and someone quietly make their way in.

Joffrey stood, watching the woman in the bath, an evil grin forming on his lips as he looked over her beautiful form; as breathtaking as she was fully clothed, now that she was naked, she was proving to be more exquisite than he could ever have imagined,

Slowly, and as quietly as possible, Joffrey began to disrobe, his desire for the Targaryen more than obvious as he removed the breeches that had been confining his ever hardening ardour.

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A smug chuckle finally alerted (Y/n) to a presence in the room, her eyes flying open to be greeted by the sight of a naked Joffrey who was obviously in quite a state of arousal.

"What....... what do you think you are doing?" (Y/n) demanded to know, trying to remain as calm as possible despite the fact that Joffrey had just slipped into the water next to her, and now had his body pressed up against hers.

"What does it look like? I am bathing." Joffrey replied, as he pushed himself harder against (Y/n), their skin almost clinging to the others, (Y/n) swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat as she felt Joffrey's hard cock rub against the inside of her thigh.

"Then, may I suggest that you go find another bath to bathe in. This one is already occupied." (Y/n) said with a huff, turning away from Joffrey as best she could, in an attempt to not only avoid his lecherous stare, but also to not allow him to see the affect that he was having on her.

"I am the king, and I will bathe where I wish, and I wish to bathe here, with you." Joffrey almost purred into (Y/n)'s ear, his hands reaching down her sides and into the water until he reached her hips, pulling them back against his.

"And that is not the only thing I wish to do with you, lady Targaryen." Joffrey chuckled, as he nuzzled into her neck, smiling to himself as he heard the lady that was caged in his arms, moan ever so softly.

"Will you let me go? Will you let me return to my sister if we do this?" (Y/n) asked feebly, finding it increasingly hard to deny the man behind her what he wanted.

Ever though she hated him, hated his family and everything he stood for, even though she knew she had spent so many years watching as her brother tried and failed to gather an army to come back and defeat his father, and reclaim what was rightfully theirs, it had been so long since she had felt like a woman, so long since she had known the touch of a man, Viserys having denied her the love of any other man but himself, and now that he was dead, she had no one but her sister.

"I think not. I think that I will keep you here, I think that I will keep you under my watchful eye, and what better place to keep an eye on you than to have you always by my side and in my bed." Joffrey growled, as he finally took what he had come for, thrusting himself into the dragon, grinning as (Y/n) gripped hold of the sides of the bath, and let out a lewd moan, his hands finding her throat so that he could grip it tightly, his cock growing harder as she writhed in front of him.

No matter how much his mother or grandfather would protest at his decision to allow the Targaryen to live, or how they would hate the fact that he had taken her to his bed, Joffrey had no intention what so ever, of ever losing the only dragon that had dared return to Kings Landing.