Rip off her dress

You tear her dress from her body with the same ferocity that you would show to an enemy in battle. The fabric rips and falls away, leaving her naked and **** before you. Her perfect breasts bounce free, her nipples erect and begging for attention. You can't help but smack one, watching as it jiggles under your hand before you pinch it between your thumb and forefinger, rolling it until she whimpers around your cock.

Daenerys' eyes water even more, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she doubles down on her efforts, sucking harder and faster as if trying to prove her worth to you. You know you could come right now, but you want more. You want to see her fully surrendered, to feel her body tremble under your touch, to hear her scream your name in pleasure.

"Look at me," you demand, your voice low and commanding. She complies immediately, her eyes meeting yours once more as she continues to bob her head up and down. "You are mine now, Dany. Your dragons, your armies, your entire being is under my control."

Daenerys' hand leaves your thigh and moves to her own neck, her slender fingers tracing the line of her throat as if testing the boundaries of her new reality. The power you hold over her is a tangible ****, a bond stronger than any vow or alliance. Her hand moves lower, cupping one of her breasts, her thumb circling the sensitive peak.

The sight of her touching herself under your command sends a jolt of desire through you, and you can feel your climax approaching. You decide to push her further, to see just how much she'll endure for the promise of power and pleasure. "Take it," you instruct, your voice thick with lust. "Take it all."

Daenerys' eyes never leave yours as she takes you deeper, her throat working to accommodate your length. Her hand moves between her own legs, and you watch as she slips two fingers inside herself, her hips bucking slightly at the intrusion. The sound of her wetness fills the room, mingling with the gagging noises she makes around your cock. It's a symphony of submission that has your blood racing and your heart pounding in your chest.

"They call you breaker of chains," you murmur, "but now, you're the one chained. Tell me, do you like it? Becoming a sex toy again for a powerful man." You can see the conflict in her eyes, the war between the desire for power and the fear of losing control. But the desire wins out, and she nods, her hand moving faster on your shaft.

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