Daenerys Wedding Night (MF, FF, Bondage, BDSM, dubcon)

Daenerys gasped, leaned forward trying to take the pressure off her neck, the collar and chains that held her going tight restricting her breathing.

“Again,” Joffrey ordered. She heard the rod cut through the air before she felt it, a stinging lash against her behind. She flexed her ass, screamed then gasped as the stinging pain shot down to her toes.

“That’s it wife,” Joffery cooed, patting her head appreciatively. They had been wed hours before. They had feasted with the King and Queen and with half the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms. They danced and laughed and drank. And then they had been bedded, those same Lords stripped of her clothes, fondled and grabbed at what they could as they escorted them to their chambers.

But their chambers had not been unoccupied when they had finally arrived. A woman waited for them there, red-haired and half-naked. She wore a fake mask of confidence, unease around the prince no doubt. The woman had helped tie her up, strap her down as the Prince watched.

She opened her mouth, tongue lolling out, and felt him press his cock onto it, she cradled it softly before leaning forward and swallowing him.

Another lash came down and she cried out, her moan muffled by the heir to the thrones member in her mouth. It was lighter this time, practically pleasant compared to the previous strikes.

She began to suck, working her tongue up and down his shaft.

“Again,” Joffrey said, his voice wavering. The way she sucked on him leaving him struggling to speak. The lash came again and so did her moans.

“Do it,” Joffery commanded. Daenerys tensed, the muscles in her back and ass and thighs tightening in anticipation of another blow but instead came a gentle touch, tender on her sore flesh. Then a kiss, and then a tongue, licking at her most private parts. She shuddered and groaned.

Joffrey pulled away from her mouth and she could feel him walk around to the other side of the bed where she was tied. She was flipped onto her back. She stared up at her husband, the prince, future King, with his cock bobbing at his waist. He grabbed her thighs, pulling them apart, then entered her, his face twisted, and then he drove fast and hard into her achingly wet cunt.

He fucked nothing like the King, his strokes uneasy, weak. His hands dug into her hips as he stopped, holding still, trying to delay his release. Then he pulled free of her, leaving her gasping and shuddering. His cock still hard and unspent.

He motioned to the red headed whore and she did not hesitant, slipping between her legs, her tongue found her clit almost immediately. Two of her fingers pushing inside her.

Daenerys outrighted mewed at the sensation, the woman’s fingers almost tenderly entering her, her tongue pressing the perfect amount of pressure between her legs. Her eyes rolled back, and a shudder ran up her spine.

She had never been with a woman before, only men. Men who cared little for her own pleasure, that would take her hard and rough and quickly and leave her a quivering well fucked mess. But this was different; this woman was almost tender, soft, and knew exactly what to do, knew exactly where to touch and lick.

Another tremor ran through her body making her whimper, her hips arched off the bed as best as she could. “Please,” she begged and then almost as quickly as the woman had begun touching her she was gone.

Daenerys opened her eyes, just in time to see Joffery pull the woman's head back by her hair, retaking his spot between her legs. His hands went to her hips, digging painfully into the skin there and then he plunged himself back into her. Hard, and rough and quickly.

He moaned and she screamed. The familiar sensation of being fucked hard filling her. He pulled back and rammed into her again, then again, and then she came, her body inflamed, she shook then sobbed and felt the Prince continue to thrust into her. Again and again and then he stilled around her trembling body, his cock throbbing inside her.

They were bedded, and wed.

He fell forward, his face on her heaving breasts and they both lay there for a moment. And then he stood, barely giving her a second glance and left the room.