Stoically

Daenerys stood motionless in the center of the khalasar’s tent, the heavy silks slipping from her shoulders to pool at her feet. She was naked now, her pale skin glowing faintly in the firelight, small breasts rising and falling with slow, controlled breaths. Khal Drogo loomed before her, his massive frame glistening with oil and sweat, his thick cock already rigid and throbbing against his belly like a weapon.

She had chosen stoicism. No simpering submission, no fiery dominance. She would endure this marriage as a dragon should -silent, unyielding, a queen even on her back. Her violet eyes met his dark ones calmly, face impassive.

Drogo’s lip curled. He expected fear, or hunger, or at least the soft whimpers of a new khaleesi. Her silence displeased him.

He seized her by the waist with rough hands, lifting her effortlessly and tossing her onto the pile of furs. Daenerys landed on her back but made no sound, simply spreading her legs in quiet compliance, arms resting at her sides. Her slick, untouched pussy was exposed to him - pink and delicate between her smooth thighs.

Drogo growled low in his throat, displeased by the lack of reaction. He dropped between her legs, shoving her knees wider apart until her hips ached. The fat head of his cock pressed against her entrance, far too large, and he thrust forward without preamble.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips despite herself as he speared half his enormous length into her tight channel in one brutal stroke. Pain bloomed hot and deep, stretching her walls mercilessly. She bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood, forcing her face back into a mask of serene endurance. No moans. No begging.

Drogo snarled. He gripped her narrow hips hard enough to bruise and slammed the rest of his thick cock inside her, balls-deep, her belly visibly bulging from the sheer girth. Daenerys’s breath hitched, eyelids fluttering, but she remained otherwise silent, staring up at the tent ceiling as he began to rut into her with savage ****.

Each punishing thrust made her small body jolt on the furs. The wet, obscene slap of his heavy balls against her ass filled the tent. Her tight pussy clenched involuntarily around the invading shaft, juices **** out around his cock with every withdrawal, coating her thighs and the furs beneath her. Still, she gave him nothing - no cries, no arching back, no clutching hands.

This only enraged him further.

He flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so she was face-down, ass high. One massive hand fisted in her long silver hair, wrenching her head back sharply as he mounted her again. He drove in even harder, pounding her cunt with short, violent strokes that punched the air from her lungs. The new angle dragged his thick cockhead relentlessly across that sensitive spot inside her, forcing unwanted sparks of pleasure through her body.

Daenerys’s fingers dug into the furs, knuckles white, but her teeth stayed clenched. A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye - quickly hidden against the pelts.

Drogo leaned over her, his broad chest against her back, teeth grazing her shoulder. “Scream for your khal,” he demanded in harsh Dothraki, slamming into her so deep she felt it in her throat.

She refused.

He reached beneath her, thick fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing it roughly, almost cruelly, while his cock continued its merciless ****. Her pussy fluttered and spasmed around him despite her will, juices gushing messily as her body betrayed her. The wet squelching sounds grew louder, filthier. Still she made no sound beyond strained breathing.

Furious now, Drogo pulled out, his cock glistening with her cream. He shoved her onto her back once more, straddled her chest, and fed the slick, pussy-flavored length between her lips. Daenerys opened her mouth obediently but without eagerness, letting him use her throat like a sleeve. He fucked her face with deep, **** thrusts, balls resting on her chin, her nose pressed into his musky pubic hair. Gagging noises escaped her involuntarily as saliva and precum spilled down her cheeks, but her eyes remained steady on his.

Only when he finally roared and flooded her throat with thick, hot spurts of cum did her mask crack slightly - **** to swallow convulsively or drown. Some escaped the corners of her stretched lips, dripping down her neck and over her breasts.

Drogo pulled free, breathing hard, staring down at his stoic little khaleesi covered in his seed and her own slick. Her cunt was red and puffy from the brutal fucking, still twitching, but her expression had returned to calm resolve.

He was not finished breaking her.

He dragged her limp body against him, already stroking his spent but still-heavy cock back to life. “You will break before dawn, moon of my life,” he growled against her ear. “Even dragons scream.”

Daenerys said nothing. She simply turned her head slightly, offering her neck in quiet, stoic acquiescence, ready for whatever came next.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​