Drogo's Harem

This story is a sequel to Drogo's Prize, located in the short stories section. All characters are over 18.

"C'mon!" Daenerys laughed, pulling Drogo down the corridor. He followed, curious as to his wife's plan. She had been giddy all through breakfast, smiling and giggling like a little girl. Drogo couldn't guess what could excite her so, and was getting impatient.

"Khaleesi, why bother with these games and just tell me?" Drogo asked, a bit of annoyance in his voice.

Daenerys just laughed. "Soon enough, my sun and stars, soon enough." Drogo now realized they were entering the throne room, and wondered what could possibly be in there. He hoped it wasn't some perfumed lord he would have to meet, or worse some investor. He hated politics more than sailing.

Opening the door, the Khal was greeted by a stunning and amazing sight. In front of the Iron Throne was a line of beautiful women, naked as the day they were born. Drogo stopped, speechless, but his queen kept walking, not surprised in the slightest.

"Hope they were worth the wait," she joked, swaying her hips as she approached the girls, "Many Westerosi lords are eager to make alliances with their new king, and since Khal's take multiple wives, they sent us their daughters. So, I thought, what better way to choose then to sample the goods." Starting from the left, she introduced each girl to Drogo.

"This is Sansa Stark, a redheaded beauty from the North," Dany began, talking like a saleswoman and stroking the girls hair. Sansa seemed nervous, not making eye contact with Drogo. "I think she would make a good wife, don't you?" The silver haired Khaleesi gave her succulent tits a squeeze before moving on to the next girl, giggling at her husband, still in shock.

"And this is Arya Stark, who is definitely more... enthusiastic then her sister." You could see this was true, the younger Stark pushing her breasts out proudly and staring lustfully at Drogo. He could see two fingers playing with her pussy. "You can have whichever Stark you want, or both, if that's what you desire."

"Next, we have Ygritte, a member of the Free Folk. The King beyond the Wall hopes she'll convince you to let his people South of the Wall." Another redhead, Ygritte eyes practically dared Drogo to fuck her, biting her lip and playing with her breasts. "Careful," Daenerys laughed, "She's a feisty one."

"This is Margaery Tyrell, who was betrothed to the false king before his unfortunate demise. However, she seems to already have her eyes on a new king." He had heard rumors of Margaery's sexy gaze, but experiencing it first hand made him want to bend her over the Iron Throne. It didn't help that she was also naked. "If you don't marry her, I might," his wife joked, giving the Tyrell a quick peck on the cheek.

"And last, but definitely not least, is Myrcella, Cersei's daughter." Grabbing the poor girls hair, Daenerys forces Myrcella to look her King in the eyes. The blonde princess is trembling, tears welling in her eyes. "I don't think she retains any allegiance to her mother," she decides, releasing her grip, "But you could always make sure."

Having shown off her collection of princesses, the Khaleesi climbs the steps to the throne, discarding her dress as she does so. He naked form makes Drogo realize how lucky he is, as none of the other women even come close to Daenerys' beauty. Sitting on the Iron Throne, her legs spread, she gestures to the beautiful women around the room.

"Have fun!"