Daenerys Targaryen

Feeling a surge of excitement, you focus your essokinetic power to summon Daenerys Targaryen into your world. As the wave of your will spreads through space and time, you watch in awe as her form materializes before you. Her eyes, a striking shade of violet, flicker with confusion and defiance as she gazes upon her new surroundings. Her silver-gold hair flows down her back, framing her exquisitely sculpted face, reminiscent of Emilia Clarke.

"Who brought me here? What trickery is this?" Daenerys demands, her voice laced with anger as she scans the room, searching for answers.

"I did," you reply confidently, relishing the idea of breaking this spirited woman. "You've been summoned to serve me, Daenerys Targaryen, the mother of dragons... but now you're mine."

Her eyes narrow with contempt as she snarls, "I bow to no one. Release me at once, or you shall suffer the wrath of my dragons and my people!" Unbeknownst to her, her dragons and her people are irrelevant here, in a world shaped by your very will.

You savor her defiance and choose not to simply use your full power on her; where's the fun in that? Instead, you decide to turn her own weaknesses and desires against her. "You'll find that your dragons are not here to aid you," you inform her with a smug smile. "You are alone... and powerless."

The mention of her dragons missing causes a flicker of anxiety and vulnerability to flash across her face. You know that in this **** state, the desire to protect her dragons will drive her to do whatever she must.

"Earn your dragons' freedom," you prod her, your voice growing more authoritative. "Serve me, and I may return them to you."

Daenerys grits her teeth and grudgingly admits, "If my dragons' safety is dependent on my submission... then very well, I shall serve you... for now."

You lean back in your chair, adopting a nonchalant air, and reply, "Good. Now, I desire to have the legendary Daenerys Targaryen on her knees before me, pleasuring me in a way only a queen can."

The anger in her eyes burns brighter, as if ready to burst into blue flame, yet she remains rooted in her position of vulnerability. Her gaze continues to waver between defiance and submission, making your conquest all the sweeter.

Daenerys takes a deep breath, her chest heaving, before sinking to her knees before you. Her eyes never leave yours as you begin to unzip your pants, a blatant test of her resolve.

"You dare to test the last of the Targaryens?" she hisses.

Instead of giving a direct response, you say only, "You want your drаgons back, don't you?"

The tension in the room is palpable, punctuated by your heavy breaths and the rustle of fabric as you free your aching cock from its confines. Daenerys has **** but to fix her gaze on it, her fiery defiance meeting the limits of her survival instinct.

Without looking away, she bites her lip and whispers, "I will do what is necessary... but you always remember that you **** me to do this."

You watch her lean forward, her full lips parting as they approach the tip of your throbbing member. Her breath is warm against your skin, causing involuntary shudders to run through your entire body.

As her lips close around your cock, you're aware of every sensation - the wet warmth of her mouth, the way her tongue expertly flicks and caresses your shaft, the soft brush of her silver-gold hair against your lap. Every stroke of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and soft moans emanating from her throat, brings you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

You can't help but smirk as Daenerys diligently continues to suck your cock, her eyes locked with yours. The sight of this proud queen, once an indomitable ruler, showing such raw submission as she gives in to your desire is intoxicating. It's hard to believe that she was a fierce and beloved character from a popular television show, not to mention the fact that she truly believed your words.

"Does it please you to lower yourself like this for your dragons, Daenerys?" you mock her, a twinge of arousal coursing through you as you see her eyes begin to smolder with rage. "Perhaps it was always your destiny to be on your knees, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men."

Daenerys' face flushes with anger, but her inner resolve to save her dragons forces her to keep going. You can hear her breath hitch around your throbbing cock, muffled moans and gasps betraying her struggle to maintain her dignity.

As she willingly takes more of you inside her mouth, saliva coats her lips and chin, and her eyes start to water. The sight of her gagging on your cock enflames your desires further, heightening your anticipation for the inevitable moment of release.

"You think you can handle more, Daenerys?" you taunt her, your voice thick with lust. "Let's see if a queen can take a cock deeper down her throat."

Ignoring the tears streaming down her cheeks, you grip the back of her head and slowly, but firmly, thrust your hips forward, driving your pulsating length even deeper into her mouth. You can feel her throat tighten around you, her eyes widen as her gag reflex is challenged.

Daenerys' watery eyes are fraught with fear and determination, a dangerous concoction reflecting her inner turmoil. Trembling hands reach up to grasp your thighs in protest, but you pay her no mind; her submission must be absolute.

You continue to drive your cock further into her throat, the sensation overwhelming your senses. As your hips rock back and forth, you hear Daenerys gasping and **** beneath the relentless pressure. Her body betrays her struggle, fingers digging into your legs as she clings to her last shred of resolve.

"You're doing well, Daenerys," you croon, your voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "You'll earn your dragons' freedom yet." Every word serves as a reminder of her humiliating situation, driving the knife deeper into the wound of her pride.

With a final thrust, you shove your cock as deep into her throat as it will go, your lust at its peak. Your mind is awash in a torrent of pleasure as the intense sensation pushes you over the edge.

Daenerys, **** for air and at the mercy of your intrusive length, can barely **** her eyes open, her breaths labored and shallow. The sight of this regal and formidable woman, now broken and subservient, sends an electrifying thrill down your spine.

"You've truly gone above and beyond, Daenerys," you breathe, feeling your climax drawing nearer. "Take heart knowing your sacrifice was not in vain."

"You've truly gone above and beyond, Daenerys," you hiss through gritted teeth, the unbearable pleasure mounting to an explosive climax. A wicked smirk twists your lips as you plunge deeper into her throat, reveling in her pained expression. "Take solace in the knowledge that your sacrifice was not in vain."

Gritting your teeth, you let out a low growl, your body tensing as your orgasm shatters through you. Your heated seed spurts into her throat, and Daenerys, her eyes wide with shock and disgust, has **** but to swallow each thick rope, the taste of your pulsating manhood coating her mouth and tongue.

Clearly struggling, she tries to pull back but you hold her firmly in place. Her muffled cries accompany the sounds of you filling her throat, her body shuddering in visceral reaction, each swallow sending a shiver of delight coursing through your veins.

"Savor it, Daenerys," you command, a cold satisfaction settling in your chest. "Savor every last drop." Even in submission, you see the spark of rebellion, the underlying assertion that she would not be broken forever, and it only excites you further.

Gulping down breaths and swift swallows, the once-proud queen manages to gasp out a choked, "Enough!" She coughs and splutters around your throbbing length, her eyes watering, yet defiant. "Let me... breathe!"

You take one last look at her tear-streaked face, her trembling hands still wrapped around your thighs, then gently withdraw from her abused throat. Daenerys coughs and spits, her breath ragged and labored.

Panting, you lean back and smugly observe her as she rubs at her throat and wipes the saliva and tears from her face, the painful reality of her submission to you evident. You can't help but laugh at the **** contrast between her regality and her blatant defilement.

"You did better than I expected, Daenerys Targaryen," you sneer, drawing her gaze upwards, her eyes defiant despite the despair that threatens to break her. "It seems you really are willing to give anything for your dragons."

The memory of her precious dragons only hardens her resolve, her jaw clenching in outrage as she spits, "You promised their safety if I did this – if I humiliated myself for you. Release them. Release me!"