(A/N: Here's Chapter 14, an impressive 3k words. Dunno if this will be the new norm or not, but I am proud of myself. Hope you enjoy.)

When the representative from the Iron Bank finally arrived, Tyrion, Jaime, and Tywin had all already departed. In the end, Kevan as acting Hand of the King was the one who met the banker at the docks, and brought him to the palace to meet with me. I awaited him in the throne room, sitting upon the as ever uncomfortable Iron Throne. My Queen was lucky in that regard, she got a nice cushiony chair to sit upon, right beside me.

Into the hall walked Kevan, while behind him came Tycho Nestoris, who I recognized from the show. Huh, I was surprised he'd come. I guess he HAD gone to the Wall to find Stannis in the books, so maybe he was just some sort of important liaison between important people and the bank. I smiled as they approached. Before Kevan could introduce him I stood and spread my arms in a welcoming gesture.

"Tycho Nestoris of the Iron Bank of Braavos, I am pleased to welcome you to King's Landing."

Kevan stepped to the side when it became clear introductions wouldn't be necessary, and Tycho stepped forward, an eyebrow raised as he bowed to me. I smiled at him and sat back down, careful of the pointy pieces of my annoying throne.

"King Joffrey Baratheon. I was not aware that my name preceded me, but it is good that we do not have to waste time with introductions. It is so very inefficient."

I chuckled even as a few members of court murmured to one.

"I agree Banker Nestoris. I find it best to get to the heart of matters as quickly as possible. I've called you here to discuss the debt of my late father."

The aforementioned banker raises both eyebrows now, seeming to think he's caught onto my game.

"The Iron Bank of Braavos considers it the Crown's debt Your Grace, not Robert Baratheon's."

Straight and to the point… I rather like this man, though the murmuring from the court is just growing as I grin at that statement.

"Of course. And it is my greatest desire to see that debt paid back in full. As you undoubtedly know, we in Westeros have had to deal with a bit of an upheaval since my father's death, as traitors have attempted to put their plans in motion to remove me from my throne. But those traitors are almost all dealt with now. The only one still living is Stannis Baratheon, and on that front Lord Tywin Lannister has promised me in his head soon enough."

Tycho seems slightly surprised, but also pleased by my admission that Robert's debt is my debt, as well as my desire to pay it off.

"Indeed, the Iron Bank understands the costs of wars and battles. Luckily, this one has been quite short. But I hope that is not all you've asked me here for Your Grace. We would have understood this excuse, if you had just sent it by letter. But you said you wished for someone of the Iron Bank to come to Westeros to discuss the debt."

His eyes shift to Sansa for a moment, and I know what he's leaving unsaid. How could I not? If I had not brought the Starks to heel, this war would have been much longer, and far more costly. I nod in agreement.

"Yes, I did. I am a young King, and I find myself beholden to your bank. I see no reason why we cannot change the terms of our relationship, in a way that suits both of us. I wish to offer you, or someone else from the Iron Bank a small council seat, Master of Coin to be exact. I also would be amicable to the idea of the Iron Bank of Braavos opening an Iron Bank of Westeros. It is time for Westeros to learn the value of numbers and efficiency, don't you agree Banker Nestoris?"

Ah, now it seems I've finally caused Tycho to stumble. He's shocked, and rightfully so. If I understand correctly, I am giving the Iron Bank a great opportunity here. I think. Though the way I figure it, they could try to use it against me, but when the White Walkers invade, it's going to be humanity vs. ice zombies. And if they come after me after we fend off the apocalypse, well the Lannister saying "A Lannister always pays his debts." Came to mind. It did go both ways after all. I blink out of my own thoughts, almost missing his reply.

"I would need to send a message back to Braavos Your Grace. I am not empowered to accept such an offer."

I smile and nod, motioning for him to leave if he must.

"Of course, of course. Please, do so Banker Nestoris. And if it pleases you, feel free to tell them I suggest you for the position of Master of Coin, if they accept. We've only just met, but already I get the feeling you are an intelligent and trustworthy man. Thank you for coming all this way to hear my proposal. I hope neither you or the Bank feel your time is wasted."

He bows one last time at those parting words, and leaves the throne room. Things continue on for a little while, as the daily drudgery is brought up and what not. Eventually though, court is ended and I finally get my ass off that aggravating Iron Throne. Sansa and I head to a dining room where we find Tommen and Myrcella, to enjoy a nice lunch with the two of them.

Sansa makes small talk with Myrcella, while I chat with Tommen, but both of them are rather withdrawn, almost introspective. So I bring up what we spoke of earlier.

"Have you two thought about what you might ask for from me? I did say anything within my power."

Myrcella didn't even look me in the eye, just shaking her head in response. Tommen on the other hand looked at me with a sparkle in his eye.

"May I spend the rest of the day riding and practicing my swordfighting? I'll take Ser Arys along with me!"

I raise an eyebrow at that, smiling all the while. Using the King to get out of lessons. My brother had a mischievous streak to him it seemed. Chuckling, I found myself nodding much to his delight.

"Very well, I will call for Ser Arys. You have my blessing brother. That said, your lessons are important. Today you may ride and fight, tomorrow you must sit and listen to all your tutor tries to teach you. Do we have a deal?"

Tommen nods with the put out expression of a teenager. I chuckle again before standing, having finished my lunch.

"I think after that lovely meeting with Banker Nestoris, I've earned a nap. Sansa my Queen, would you like to join me?"

Sansa looked up from where she was chatting with Myrcella with a conflicted expression on her face.

"Actually, Myrcella and I were just talking about spending the rest of the day together."

I smile and nod.

"Then do so, I'm glad to see the two of you enjoy each other's company. We are all family now after all."

With those parting words I leave the dining room after sending a messenger to Ser Arys to meet with Tommen when he'd finished his meal. I headed back to my own rooms, I was feeling a bit tired after all, and sore from sitting on that stupid throne for hours. When I got to my bedchamber however, I found my mother waiting for me. The expression on her face was not one I'd seen before as she caught sight of me in the door way.

I frowned and stepped into the room.

"Mother, what are you doing here?"

Instead of responding vocally, she stepped up to me, placed her hands on my cheeks, and kissed me deeply, most certainly not motherly. After a moment I find myself slipping my hands onto her waist in a very unsonly manner, before a moment after that I push her away, still frowning. Her eyes are wide and her lips are flushed, her face heated.

"Mother, what is this?"

She immediately tries to regroup.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it Joff? I am not a fool, everything you've done, the way you've isolated me, torn me down, humiliated and proved your will over mine… sending Lancel away, Jaime away… you want me don't you?"

I was surprised by her tone, the defeat mixed with lust that filled her entire being. I hadn't expected this quite yet, her being so ready to submit to me. But it seemed my work at making sure she got no relief from any lover for several weeks now had paid off. Cersei was acting the part of a wanton slut right in front of me. I pushed her away, smiling as I stepped over to the bed and began to strip.

"I won't deny anything Mother, but I am admittedly surprised to find you here."

Cersei seems to take a moment to steady herself, before speaking with a much firmer tone.

"You haven't left me much choice my King. I am tired of being alone and you have made it obvious what you want."

I grin at that as I turn to look at her.

"I suppose I have. But then, why are you not naked yet?"

She flinches a bit at my bluntness, even as her eyes are drawn down my own naked body, to my cock. After a moment her hands come up mechanically and she undoes the ties holding her garments together, before stripping out of them as they fall in a pool at her feet. Soon enough Cersei Lannister, former Queen, stands before me naked. She can't look me in the eye now though as I step up to her, my hands caressing her sides before running my fingertips over her breasts. They've held up well despite three children.

"Oh mother, you cannot begin to understand how happy I am that you've finally come to me. I've hated having to push you away, but you had to learn your place. You understand that now, don't you?"

I don't bother letting her respond, one hand grabbing hold of that beautiful mane of blonde hair and pulling her in for a kiss more demanding than the one she'd tried to open with. She didn't struggle, relaxing into my grip as my other hand went to the small of her back, pulling her against me and then slipping down to knead her ass roughly. She shivers once but I find her mouth to be compliant as I forced my tongue into it. She was perfectly submissive, just the way I liked it.

Reaching for a moment, I grabbed one of her wrists and placed her hand on my hardening prick. She quickly got to work, stroking me up and down as we kissed and embraced. I let out a pleased sigh against her lips, there's something to be said about an experienced woman. Eventually I pulled back though and looked into her eyes.

"Kneel."

Was all I ordered, and after a moment, she did so, slowly sinking to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine as her other hand joins her first on my cock, and she presses her lips along the length of my shaft. It's obvious she has experience in this, as she practically worships my cock, her hands and mouth and tongue… I grunt in pleasure, my hand in her hair tightens as she takes the head in her mouth and suckles at it, her tongue swirling around it.

"Good, very good."

I murmur to her as she works herself further down my shaft, hands stroking what she can't fit in her mouth, eyes staring up at me with smoky lust. It seemed she was enjoying herself and I grinned cockily down at her, even as I felt myself reaching my peak.

"Here is comes mother. Drink."

Is all the warning I give her, though I don't force myself down her throat, merely letting her seal her lips around my cock, as I grunt and release a load of my seed into her waiting mouth. I watch as she swallows it all down dutifully, and smile, petting her hair gently as she does so. After she's done swallowing she even takes the time to swirl her tongue up and down my cock, cleaning it before letting the softening length fall from her mouth. After, she looks up at me, waiting for further orders.

"On the bed now Mother. I want you on your back pleasuring yourself. Don't disappoint."

She does so, getting off her knees and moving to the bed with a sway that draws my attention to her shapely ass. She settles onto the bed and looks at me with that same sultry lustful look she had when she had my cock in her mouth, one hand moving to her breast to play with the nipple, while the other moved between her spread legs and rubbed against her visibly wet slit. I watched with a slight smile as she did so, my hand stroking my soft length, waiting to get a second wind.

As I did so she really went at it, slipping one, than two, than three fingers into her cunt, letting out moans and cries of pleasure as her thumb rubbed at her clit. She certainly seemed to know how to please herself, and I stepped closer to the bed as her head tilted back and her eyes closed, letting out a low moan that grew into a shriek of pleasure as she forced herself to climax. By that point, I was already half-mast again, and more than ready.

With a grin I crept onto the bed as she was still recovering, and grabbed her by the hips. Her eyes opened upon feeling my hands on her, but I was already flipping her onto her front. She let out a startled yelp, before seeming to understand what I wanted and pushed her hips up, shifting her ass back and forth before me as she rested her head against the pillows. I grinned and grabbed her hips with one hand, while the other gripped my cock and directed it towards her sopping wet entrance. I wasted no time in thrusting in, causing Cersei to let out a moan of pleasure.

Leaning in I grab her hair like the reins of a horse, pulling her head back so I can nibble at her ear and whisper to her.

"How does it feel mother, having your own son deep inside of you? You horny slut, you're loving this. Maybe next time I should invite Tommen along, so he can see what a fucking whore you are, and partake."

She shuddered, and it was clear she couldn't decide whether to be disgusted or excited, as her hips moved back against my crotch in a clearly needy gesture.

"J-joffrey, P-please…"

I chuckle, still holding her hair, still not moving inside of her.

"Please what mother? You're going to have to beg for it. We both know you want it."

Letting out a low defeated groan, Cersei collapses even further in defeat, before I hear her murmur.

"Please, just fuck me."

"What was that mother? You'll need to be louder."

"PLEASE! FUCK ME! Fuck your whore of a mother! Fuck your wanton slut!"

She finally screams out, causing me to laugh and begin to truly thrust in and out of her surprisingly tight insides. I loved the way she seemed able to work the muscles, the way she clung tightly to my cock every time I pulled out, but was as inviting as ever every time I pushed in. Sex with Cersei Lannister was everything I expected it to be, as I leaned over her further, hands moving under her to encircle her breasts now, kneading and mauling and abusing the tit flesh while I fucked her harder and harder.

Eventually she began to grow too loud, and I was forced to place a hand over her mouth while I fucked her, her screams of pleasure having to be muffled to keep the entire palace from hearing us. I was gasping now from exertion, fucking her finally, after so long, it was heavenly. It was all I could do to hold myself back from the brink, but eventually even I could not continue and I grunted as I pulled free of her amazing insides, and coated her back with the largest load of cum I'd ever seen come from my dick.

I blinked as she collapsed onto the bed face first, panting heavily, her hands moving under her to once more pleasure herself. A few moments later her entire body shuddered again, as she hit one final orgasm, before just lying there panting. I grinned and ended the encounter with a harsh slap to her exposed ass.

"Alright mother, up with you. You're lucky I have a bath in my quarters. Go clean yourself up and leave. Sansa is spending the day with Myrcella, and it would be rather… awkward, if she was to bring her back here before you were gone. I'm glad you've finally come to your senses mother. We'll grow much closer from this."

My words eventually worm their way through Cersei's pleasured mind, and she slowly picks herself up off the bed, limping a bit on her way to the bathroom. Looks like she won't be walking straight for a bit. I grin and toss her clothing after her, before laying back on my own bed. I'll get dressed soon enough, but for now I just wish to luxuriate in the bed that I just fucked the woman who gave me birth upon. Nothing could ruin this for me, absolutely nothing.

(A/N: Poor poor Cersei, seems she couldn't last forever in isolation. If you've gotten this far, consider leaving me a review to tell me what you think, I thrive on feedback!