Taking What Was Hers

The tent flaps fell shut behind them, muffling the drums and wild laughter of the khalasar. Only the crackle of a low brazier and the distant howl of the wind remained. Khal Drogo turned to her, towering and magnificent, already shedding his vest and leathers. His massive horse cock sprang free, thick and heavy, curving upward in arrogant readiness.

Daenerys let the silks slip from her shoulders, standing naked and silver-haired in the fireglow. Her violet eyes burned with something far sharper than bridal nervousness. The dragon was awake.

Before he could seize her, she stepped forward and shoved him hard in the chest with both hands. “Down,” she commanded in halting Dothraki. “Your Khaleesi will ride tonight.”

Drogo’s eyes narrowed, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat at her audacity. He allowed himself to be pushed back onto the piled furs, cock slapping audibly against his ridged abdomen. Daenerys climbed over him like a conqueror mounting her prize, straddling his hips. She dragged her already slick pussy along the underside of that monstrous shaft, coating every veined inch with her juices while she looked down at him with regal hunger.

“This is mine now,” she whispered fiercely. “All of it.”

She gripped the base with both small hands, angled the fat head against her tight entrance, and sank down hard. A raw, throaty cry tore from her as the enormous crown stretched her open, forcing her walls apart. Inch after brutal inch disappeared inside her, bulging her flat belly visibly. Pain and power twisted together on her face, but she kept pushing, teeth bared, until her ass rested against his heavy balls and every thick inch of Dothraki horse cock was buried in her royal cunt.

Drogo groaned, hands rising to grip her hips.

Daenerys slapped them away. “No. You lie there and take what I give you.”

She began to ride him with ruthless dominance - rising until only the head stretched her gaping lips, then slamming down, fucking herself on his stallion cock with wet, obscene slaps. Her small tits bounced wildly. Her silver hair flew like a banner as she ground her clit against his pelvis on every downstroke. The wet squelching sounds of her soaked pussy filled the tent, juices running down his balls and soaking the furs.

“Fuck… so deep,” she hissed through clenched teeth, but there was triumph in her voice. She clenched her inner muscles around him, milking that massive shaft as she rode faster, harder, claiming him. Drogo’s eyes rolled back, growling in pleasure, his hips starting to buck up to meet her.

Daenerys reached beneath the furs where she had hidden a sharp, slender dagger earlier that evening - small enough to conceal, sharp enough to pierce even a khal’s heart. She kept riding him relentlessly, pussy fluttering and creaming around his cock as her own orgasm built like dragonfire.

When she felt him swell and throb inside her, on the edge of flooding her womb, she struck.

In one smooth motion she leaned forward, silver hair spilling over his chest, and drove the dagger up under his ribs with all her strength. Drogo’s eyes flew open in shock. His massive body jerked violently beneath her, cock pulsing wildly as he began to cum. Thick, hot ropes of seed erupted deep inside her, painting her insides while blood poured from the wound.

Daenerys kept riding through his **** throes, grinding down hard as she twisted the blade. “I am Khaleesi,” she hissed into his face, voice shaking with pleasure and fury. “And this khalasar is mine.”

His hands clutched weakly at her waist as the light faded from his eyes. Another powerful spurt of cum flooded her cunt while his body convulsed. Only when he went still beneath her did Daenerys allow herself to cum - shuddering violently, pussy spasming and milking the last of his seed from his still-hard cock as waves of dark ecstasy crashed through her.

She stayed seated on his corpse for a long moment, chest heaving, his cum and her cream leaking around his softening shaft. Then she rose slowly, letting the massive cock slip from her stretched, dripping hole with a wet sound. Blood and seed ran down her pale thighs.

Daenerys wiped the dagger clean on a silk, wrapped a blood-red cloth around her body like a queen’s mantle, and stepped out of the tent.

The nearest bloodriders froze at the sight of her - naked except for the crimson cloth, silver hair wild, thighs glistening with their khal’s cum and streaked with his blood.

“The Khal is dead,” she announced clearly, voice carrying across the nearest fires. She lifted the bloody dagger. “I am Khaleesi. I rode him. I took his strength. The khalasar is mine now.”

Shocked silence fell, then murmurs spread like wildfire. Some warriors reached for arakhs. Others stared at the small, fierce woman who had just killed their undefeated khal with his own cock still inside her.

Daenerys raised her chin, eyes blazing with dragonfire. “Any man who wishes to challenge me may step forward. I will ride him too… and end him the same way.”

A few of the boldest bloodriders stepped closer, but their eyes held new hunger and wary respect. The drums had stopped. The entire camp waited.

Daenerys smiled, small and sharp and victorious, feeling the fire inside her burn brighter than ever.

The consolidation of power had begun.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​