Breaking a Dragon

Daenerys lay beneath him, chest heaving, throat raw and sticky with his cum. Her violet eyes still held that infuriating calm, even as her pale thighs glistened with the mess of her unwilling arousal and his brutal use. The taste of him coated her tongue. Her pussy throbbed - red, swollen, gaping slightly from the pounding he’d already given her.

Khal Drogo’s dark eyes flashed with pure challenge. No woman had ever denied him her voice. Not in his bed.

He flipped her onto her stomach again with effortless strength, yanking her hips up so her face was pressed into the furs and her ass was presented high like an offering. Without warning he drove back into her soaked cunt in one savage thrust, burying every thick inch to the hilt. Daenerys’s breath exploded out of her in a muffled grunt, but she bit down hard on the pelt, refusing to cry out.

Drogo snarled and began fucking her with punishing ****. The wet slap of his heavy balls against her clit echoed obscenely. Each stroke dragged his massive cock over that traitorously sensitive spot inside her, forcing her walls to flutter and squeeze around him. He reached under her, thick fingers mauling her small breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples until they ached. When that earned him only a sharp inhale, he slid one hand down to her clit and rubbed it in fast, merciless circles.

Her body betrayed her again. A flood of fresh slick gushed around his pistoning shaft, dripping down her thighs in shameful rivulets. Her legs began to tremble. Still, only strained breathing escaped her clenched teeth.

“Break,” he growled in Dothraki, pounding her harder. He grabbed a fistful of her silver hair and wrenched her head back sharply, arching her spine as he railed her. The new angle let him grind even deeper, the fat head of his cock bullying her cervix with every thrust. “Scream for your khal.”

Daenerys’s eyes watered. Pleasure-pain coiled brutally tight in her belly. She could feel another orgasm building whether she wanted it or not - hot, humiliating, unstoppable. She tried to stay silent, but a broken whimper slipped free when he suddenly slapped her clit sharply with his fingers.

Drogo laughed darkly at the sound. He pulled out, cock glistening with her cream, and shoved her onto her back once more. Before she could recover he hooked her knees over his broad shoulders, folding her nearly in half, and slammed back inside. The position let him drive impossibly deep. Her belly bulged visibly with every thrust as he fucked her like a rutting stallion - long, powerful strokes that made her small body jolt and her tits bounce.

Daenerys’s mouth fell open in a silent cry. Her hands flew up instinctively, gripping his thick forearms. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as the orgasm crashed over her against her will. Her pussy spasmed violently around his cock, squirting messily around his girth and soaking his abdomen and the furs beneath them.

Still she refused to scream.

Furious and aroused beyond measure, Drogo pulled out and flipped her again, this time pressing her face-down into the furs while he straddled her thighs. He spread her ass cheeks wide, spitting on her tight little pucker before pressing the fat, slick head of his cock against it.

Daenerys’s eyes flew open. “Wait - “

He didn’t. He pushed forward steadily, forcing the massive head past her resisting ring. She let out a choked, strangled sound as he slowly but relentlessly fed inch after thick inch into her virgin ass. The burn was immense, overwhelming. Her fingers clawed desperately at the furs.

Drogo groaned in pleasure at the vise-tight heat and kept pushing until his heavy balls rested against her soaked pussy. He gave her only a moment before he began to move - slow at first, then faster, fucking her ass with deep, claiming strokes while two of his thick fingers plunged into her empty, dripping cunt.

The dual sensation broke something in her.

A raw, hoarse cry finally tore from Daenerys’s throat - half sob, half scream - as another shattering orgasm ripped through her. Her ass clenched rhythmically around his pistoning cock, her pussy gushing around his fingers. She shook violently beneath him, silver hair plastered to her sweat-slick back, moaning and whimpering uncontrollably now.

Drogo roared in triumph. He fucked her through it, pounding her ass harder, until he finally buried himself to the hilt and erupted. Thick, hot jets of cum flooded deep inside her bowels, pulse after pulse, until it leaked out around his shaft.

He stayed buried inside her as he collapsed over her smaller body, heavy and possessive, his breath hot against her ear.

“Now you sing for me, moon of my life,” he murmured, dark satisfaction in his voice. “And you will keep singing until the sun rises.”

Daenerys trembled beneath him, broken moans still slipping from her lips, tears drying on her cheeks, her stoic mask shattered at last.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​