Daenerys on her knees (MF, brief)

Daenerys eyes narrowed, "You dare--"

The wind left her chest as the man's fist drove into her stomach, she groaned, her body bending nearly in half around his hand. Then she fell, the blow crumpled her sending her to her knees.

It had been years since anyone had laid hands on her, not since her brother. For a moment that was all she could think of, she was no longer the Queen of Meereen or the Mother of Dragons, but that scared little girl.

She looked up, shocked, tears in her eyes at the Harpy staring down at her. His eyes dark behind the poorly painted mask.

"This is where you belong, Dragon Queen." he said, "on your knees serving men better than you."

She tried to respond, but could not find her breath.

He reached into his robes and pulled his cock free. He was thick and large and half swollen. Daenerys flinched as it flopped free, his hand gripped his shaft stroking himself, pulling for foreskin back and over the glistening head of his cock.

"Time to make amends for your crimes against the people of Meereen, Your Grace," he said with a grin.

Then he hit her with it. Slapping his cock across her face, smacking her just below her eyes across her cheek. She recoiled, twisted away from him but he was quick and grabbed her head. His fingers twisting through her braided hair.

She growled as he rubbed himself across her face, dragged his shaft across her cheek and nose, then pulled down letting every long inch of him slide across her lips.

She could taste him, salty and sweaty and musty. The smell of him invaded her senses. The feel of his balls pressed against her chin made her retch as he rolled his cock over her face.

Then he pulled back slightly, his grip on the back of her head steady. The head of his cock pressed against her full lips. He pushed against them until his cock touched her clenched teeth. He rubbed himself against her, letting her lips roll against his glands.

"Open and suck you dragon whore." he spat. "It's all you are good for."

She growled at him through her teeth and glared up at him defiantly, but her hand reached up, her fingers wrapping around his cock.

Even with the Harpy mask she could see the smile on his face, the light in his eyes. He had broken the Dragon Queen, and soon her pouty lips would be sealed around his cock.