By being allowed to suck her masters cock (MF, oral)

Rewarded, yes, her body hummed in anticipation.

Her lips parted and she let out a trembling breath and then fell to her knees as she had done countless times before. He stood over her, Kraznys was not a particularly tall man, but on her knees he loomed over her like a god, and she was his lowly worshipper.

“Is that not better, slave?” he asked, his hands lightly brushing through her hair. “Where you belong. When you came to me you were so proud, so foolish.”

Daenerys reached into his robes, her hands finding his member, fingers wrapping around his shaft.

“A foolish little girl that did not know her place.” he huffed as her fingers enclosed his length and loosely began stroking him. He was putting on a show for the men who watched. For his generals, for the other Good Masters in the tent and even the other slaves. Daenerys had learned quickly how much he liked showing how he had tamed the last of the dragons.

“Yes master,” she muttered, feeling him swell in her hand. She had been foolish, she had been reckless, dangerous and he had shown her the way. Her family, her dragons, herself, she was a blight on the world, destined to spread fire and blood to every man and woman and child.

She had enjoyed watching her brother die. She had enjoyed Drogo raping her. She enjoyed the pain and death that seemed to follow her wherever she went. Just tonight she had enjoyed burning Volantis, riding high in the sky above the rest, hearing their screams, smelling their burned flesh. She enjoyed knowing that even now the Dothraki ran wild inside the city, raping the women, killing the men while the Unsullied stood guard. It excited her, it thrilled her to no end.

She trembled with the thought, her cunt aching, dripping wetness down the side of her thigh. She knew she would gladly light the world aflame and watch the world burn for her own pleasure. And she knew how terrible and wrong that was, how terrible and wrong she was. She pulled his cock free, her mouth opened slightly, lips parted.

But here, on her knees, before this man was where she belonged, where she deserved to be. She did not have a choice to burn down the world. She was merely a tool to be used and aimed. He would control her, he would use her, with him the damage she could do would be limited. But she would enjoy what she could.

She leaned forward, brushing the head of the slave masters cock against her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the precum on his tip. He groaned and she moved forward, taking more of him into her mouth.

She closed her eyes, sealed her lips around his shaft and began to move suckling on his cock like the bed slave she was. The bed slave he had trained her to be. She moaned, one hand trailing up his thigh to hold them both steady, the other hand reaching for his shaft, stroking him as she sucked.

She ignored the other slaves in the room, ignored Kraznys servants, his generals, she worked his cock, sliding her tongue across the sensitive flesh, delighting in the feel of his him throbbing in her mouth, the way his member swelled to his full length and girth on her tongue. She loved nothing more than the feeling of his hands in her hair, nails digging into her scalp as he helped her bring himself off.

The only thing greater, the only thing she wished for more was for him to allow her to fuck him, to bury his beautiful cock deep inside her body. She ached for it for him nearly every waking moment.

She pulled back, dragging her lips up his shaft, letting her tongue slide against the underside of his glands until she pulled free, saliva dripped from her lips to his head. She stared at him for a moment, before leaning forward to kiss the tip, then she rolled her hand up and down his shaft stroking him from root to tip. She pressed her lips against his shaft, kissing and licking her way down to the base of his cock, her hand still steadily jerking him off.

Her mouth closed around one testicle, bringing it gently into her mouth as she nursed on it. Her fingers tightening around his cock making the Good Master groan. Faster she stroked him, harder she sucked on his balls until she felt him groan and swell in her hand. She squeezed down hard stopping her ministrations. She would not waste his seed by spilling it across her face and hair, she needed to taste him, swallow his offering. Giving him time to recover slightly before she lovingly kissed her way back to the head of his cock. She glanced up briefly at her master, his mouth open, his face floored with pleasure, before taking him once again into her warm, wet mouth.

His cocked throbbed and the sensation reverberating through her entire body, down her neck, across her chest and breasts, through her stomach until her cunt clenched. She moaned back against him, vibrating against his cock, needy and wanting more, she took more of him in, burying her face into his groin. She gagged as his cock pressed into her throat but she did not relent, holding herself there, letting the tears spill from her eyes and drool from her mouth.

She gagged again and her body convulsed around him, throat tightening as she struggled to breathe.

Kraznys said something, a half moan, she couldn’t make it out from the ring in her ears, the throbbing of her cunt. His fingers dug painfully into her head and he thrust forward moaning, she felt him swell, then throb, the first pulse of cum unleashing directly down her throat.

She pulled back, gasping, but still kept her mouth sealed around his cock. The second pulse filled her mouth, covered her tongue, she moaned, looked up at him. His head was thrown back, the veins in his neck thick and pronounced, his skin red. She sucked on him, twirling her cum covered tongue against the sensitive swollen head of his cock.

She was rewarded with another spurt, smaller this time, and she swallowed him again. She held him there, cradling his cock with her tongue, gently suckling on it, while her hand stroked his shaft, pumping him for all he was worth.

Kraznys body went slack, and she felt him release, he pulled back every so slightly and she followed suit, sliding his cock out of her mouth, catching the head with her lips, giving one cleaning suckle before he popped free. She stared at his member for a moment, marveling at it, before she dutifully slipped him back under his robes.

“Good,” he muttered out of breath and she watched him stumble back to his chair. There was a servant beside him in seconds with a glass of wine which he drank heavily from.

Daenerys stayed still on her knees and watched him, waiting for his next command.