Mero (MF, Bondage)

A familiar voice chuckled softly at her futile struggle. Mero, she thought and her eyes narrowed, she twisted again but even with one hand on her mouth he was easily able to overpower her.

Mero leaned over her, pinning her to her bed, his eyes wide and dark.

"Your Grace," he whispered, his grin widening. His hand lifted off her mouth but before she could respond a damp cloth was quickly shoved between her teeth. Then another was wrapped around the back of her head holding the first in place.

No more than a soft whimper escaped the gag as she yelled out for help. It tasted of dirt and sweat and her tongue thrashed against it as she struggled. She looked over to the entrance to her tent. There should be a half dozen guards watching out for her, running to their Queens aid, but there was nothing, nobody, no one was coming.

"They can't help you," Mero said as if he could read her thoughts.

Daenerys’ attention turned from where her guards should be to the man on top of her. She reached for him, she'd claw his eyes out if she had to. But in one easy movement he captured both her hands and before she knew it he rolled her onto her stomach, she grunted, then felt more cloth being wrapped around her wrists, pinning her arms behind her back.

"No need to fight My Queen. No point in fighting really," he whispered. She felt his hands on her, over her bare shoulders, trailing down her arms to her waist, he lifted himself off her and she could only imagine him leering at her naked and exposed body.

Without warning she was rolled onto her back again, arms underneath her. She glared up at him as he loomed over her, his face hidden in shadow. Hidden except for the glint in his eye and the white of his teeth as he took all of her in.

Her chest rose and fell with heavy breathes, anger, indignation, desperation and more.

"Such a pretty young Queen," he said. He reached out to her, fingers skimming over her skin leaving goosebumps in their wake. Daenerys groaned, hating the way her body responded to his touch. He cupped her breast, her nipple hardened in a stiff peak as his rough and calloused hand squeezed her soft smooth flesh.

"Do you like that, Your Grace?" he asked, mockingly before leaning down, his breath warm against her skin, against her breast. His lips brushed against her, then his teeth. It was enough to tear a gasp from behind her gag.

Daenerys could feel him chuckle, his lips and teeth pushing against her nipple as he did. He squeezed her tit, pawing it between his large hand. It made her squirm underneath him, her legs kicking, her hips thrusting out.

Then she froze, his free hand had snuck between her bare legs.

"Are you wet for me My Queen," he asked as his fingers danced lightly over her, teasing her. "did you fuck yourself with your fingers while thinking of my cock in your mouth."

The darkness hid how her face reddened as she blushed, shame washed over her. She twisted under him, moaning as he easily held her down. Her struggles did nothing but elicit a laugh from the mercenary.

There was nothing she could do. Even with her armies and her dragons she was helpless. She was at his mercy. She watched as he pulled himself free of his pants. His cock, long and hard, and ready to defile her. She watched helplessly, her heart racing as it rested against her lower stomach. Warm and hard, the length reached half way up her stomach, heavy and thick.

Daenerys' looked away from the cock and up to the face of the man who was about to **** her, then she spread her legs.

"No more teasing," he whispered, his hands ran up her sides, over her stomach, across her breasts. She watched as he licked his lips then shimmied his hips down.

The feeling of his cock, heavy and hard, sliding down her stomach sent a shiver of desire down her spine. It disgusted her as much as it turned her on. She could feel the warmth of blush on her face, neck, and chest. The way her nipples stood in hard peaks was undeniable, her cunt was practically leaking. As much as she hated it, her arousal was evident, impossible to ignore.

"One thousand slaves." Mero said as he gripped his cock and slid it across her clit, then down her slit. Daenerys moaned, flinching at the touch. "That's what the Wise Masters offered for your head."

Daenerys' eyes widened at the revelation. Mero had been in contact with the masters. Of course he had been, he was working for them after all.

"Mmhh," she moaned into her gag as the bulbous head of Mero's cock pressed against her opening. Tight and wet, her body did little to resist and she had to stop herself from thrusting her hips towards him. Stop herself from begging for this man to fuck her. Her heart pounded, her breath came in uneven and uneasy gasps.

"Fifty times that if you were brought in alive." Mero continued.

The tip of his cock pushed into her, her body willingly opening to him. Her cunt and legs spread and Daenerys groaned again into the gag, her hands balling into fists behind her back.

There was no point in playing pretend. Daenerys pushed up against him, thrusting her hips, another moan escaped her lips, her eyes slammed shut as a few more inches of his length sank into her aching cunt.

"That's it, Dragon Queen," Mero cooed. He leaned into her and over her, his body once again pressing down against her.

"Gods" Daenerys moaned into her gag, her arms pulled tight in their restraints, more of his thick cock pushed inside her, pain and pleasure coursed through her as her cunt stretched and squeezed to accommodate him. She pushed back, rolled her hips, wanting, needing more.

"They would make me a Master for you," Mero said, pulled back, Daenerys' cunt clung to his cock like it needed it to survive, then he thrust into her burying near his entire length into her young tight body. They both cried out.

"Would you like that? After I tire of you shall I bring you to them? Let them have you and your dragons?"

Daenerys moaned, her eyes rolled back as Mero began to properly fuck her. He pushed into her, thrusting his cock into her cunt, spreading her wide with a relentless pace. Their bodies crashed together, the sound of slapping flesh filled the tent. Sparks of unignorable pleasure pulsed throughout Daenerys' body, making her mew and whimper. She felt helpless, pathetic, and incredibly turned on.

She didn't care about his threats, the idea of being kidnapped and sold to the Wise Masters. She didn't care about anything but this.

"Would you like that? To be their ****? Chained to their beds? Would you like for them to fuck you every night like I am now, like the dirty whore you are?" Mero said with a groan, his hand reaching around her throat. Daenerys' body squeezed him tighter, convulsing around his cock. He wasn't sure what turned her on more, the thought of being of being a bed **** or being choked while fucked.

"Fuummf" Daenerys moaned and threw her hips up and into him driving his cock deeper still. She wished she was not gagged so she could respond, that her hands were not tied so she could fight back, roll them over and take control. But all she could do was moan and squeeze him tightly with her thighs and cunt.

He lifted her leg and she did not resist, she parted for him, let him press on leg against his shoulder, folding her near in half so he could better fuck her.

"That's it," he said and he guided her hips back, angling his own until he was once again fully seated inside her.

She trembled, then whimpered and she couldn't help but feel ashamed of how pathetic it sounded, but it didn't stop her from pushing back against him, rolling her hips against his cock. The words unsaid, but the meaning clear, she was begging to be fucked.

Not one to leave a woman wanting Mero began to move. Rolling his hips up and into her. Her body squeezed him, pulling him deeper inside her.

Daenerys moaned into her gag, her eyes rolled back. Taken, ****, defiled. She spread her legs even further. His body pressed into her, the weight of him heavy and hard, their bodies slick with sweat. With each thrust she cried into her gag, drool spilt from the sides of her mouth.

Again and again, he pushed into her and her body welcomed the defilement, warmed to him, squeezed him. She could feel the familiar pleasure building in the pit of her stomach. She could feel it grow down to the tip of her toes and behind her eyes.

Again she moaned into her gag, it was all she could do. Moan and get fucked. She had barely put up a fight against the man forcing himself on her, against the pleasure building up inside her. Too quick, too easy. She opened her eyes to look at the mercenary, his face is twisted in pleasure and concentration as he fucked her.

The sound of their bodies, the feeling of him driving into her cunt, spreading her, taking her, making her his. She moaned again, her release built closer and closer. She felt lightheaded, her toes tingle, warmth built in the pit of her stomach.

Mero fucked her with deep hard relentless thrusts, driving into her aching cunt, driving her need, her want. A whimper escaped her lips, so close, so good. She felt it start, a tightness in her belly, a warm tingle at the base of her spine.

She was a Queen. The Mother of Dragons. Breaker of Chains. And this lowly Mercnery, this bastard, this murderer and **** had snuck into her chambers in the middle fo the night. He had tied her up and **** himself upon her and all she wanted was for him to fuck her harder. All she wanted was to cum all over his cock.

"Mmhh!" the sound that escaped her lips was unintelligible. A wordless jumble muffled by both the wet gag **** into her mouth and the rising pleasure that was quickly overwhelming her.

And then he stopped.

She glared up at him, her chest heaving, her body on edge and stared in disbelief only to be met by his cocksure grin, his painfully white teeth bright in the darkness.

"Enjoying yourself My Queen?" he asked in an out-of-breath whisper.

If she could curse him she would have, instead, she could do little more than glare. He pulled from her, and her face of defiance faltered and she whimpered as his cock left her body, her eyes shuttered close at the feeling of loss.

Before she knew it he had her on her stomach, her face pushed down into her pillow. She felt his hands on her hips guiding her.

"Up," he demanded and she obeyed, lifting her hips and presenting her ass to him like a dog in heat. The warmth and thickness of his cock returned to her, sliding against her soaking wet cunt. He pushed back into her with ease making her shudder.

It was too much, it felt too good as he leaned into her, his cock returning to where it always belonged, buried in her cunt. Her body stretched to take his width, **** open and wide by the intrusion of his cock. This time she did not try to hide her intent when she pushed back into him. If he wanted to treat her like a whore she would be more than willing to play the part.

But he did not fuck her hard and rough like she wanted, instead, his body pressed down against her back, his movements slow and deliberate. He thrust himself into her slowly teasingly and it made her mew.

"Fifty Thousand slaves, lands, a title" he moaned into her ear, "that's what you are worth." He emphasized his words with a thrust of his hips that made Daenerys cry out. More, she wanted, she needed more "That's what your wet tight little cunt is worth to them." Again he thrust into her as he spoke

Daenerys whimpered, her eyes pinned shut. Her ass bounced against his as he finally began to move faster and harder.

"A **** queen." he moans, his hand gripped her thigh painfully so. "Just think of the things the Wise Masters would have you do."

Fuck, fuck, Daenerys moaned into her gag, but it came out as little more than muffled screams. She pushed back up against him, throwing herself into his punishing thrusts.

For all she knew this was the last moment of her life, the last moment of her freedom. Mero might have betrayed her, he might kill her, might bring her to the slavers that so badly want her dead, or worse, want her alive to ****. But all that hardly mattered, the Mother of Dragons could not bring herself to care. Not now, not when this piece of shit mercenary Captain was fucking her so well.

It came hard and quick, the pleasure exploded within her. Her vision went white, her body stiff, every muscle tightening, her cunt squeezed Mero's cock. She moaned as she came, shaking and crying.

"That's it my whore queen," she heard the mocking words come from Mero and all it did was send her further over the edge. It felt so good it almost hurt, her body trembled, shook. She cried out again, her hips thrust up against the cock **** her in erratic, inelegant motions. A deep instinctive need for more, to be fucked harder and longer taking over all her rational thought.

Still trembling in pleasure Daenersy pushed her ass up, spread her legs further, letting Mero fuck her even harder, driving her to new heights. For the first time she was thankful for the gag in her mouth, for it muffled her moans that would have likely woken half the camp.

Even with her mind clouded by throws of her release, she could feel Mero begin to falter, his thrusts becoming uneven, his grip on her hips stronger. He followed her quickly, the convulsions of her tight cunt, the sound of her moaning like a whore setting him off. His cock swelled and she could feel him throb inside her cunt before he emptied himself into her womb.

"Fuck," he groaned, one hand trailing up and down her sweat-coated body. He pulled back and she followed him, keeping them entwined, his cock buried deep in her cunt. Small tremors still coursed through her, a pleasure she did not want to let go of, not yet.

The act earned another chuckle from the mercenary captain and a hard squeeze of her ass but he pulled free nonetheless.

She could feel the evidence of her defilement leak from her well-used cunt then slide down her inner thigh, warm and wet and disgusting. She shivered at the sensation. She could only imagine what Mero had in store for her next.