Subservient

Daenerys knelt in the dim glow of the khalasar’s tent, the heavy silks of her wedding gown pooled around her like spilled cream. The air was thick with the scent of smoke, horseflesh, and the spiced oil the Dothraki women had rubbed into her skin. Khal Drogo stood before her, towering and naked, his bronze body gleaming with sweat. His cock hung heavy between his thick thighs, already half-hard, thick as her wrist and veined like a braided leather whip. The sight of it made her stomach flutter with fear and something hotter, darker.

She had chosen this. Subservience. Not the stoic endurance of a queen, nor the bold dominance of a dragon. Tonight she would be Khaleesi in name only - his willing khalakka, soft and open and obedient.

“My sun-and-stars,” she whispered, voice trembling as she looked up at him through silver lashes. Her small hands rose to rest on his muscular thighs, feeling the power coiled there. “I am yours. Use me as you wish.”

Drogo’s dark eyes burned down at her. A low growl rumbled in his chest. One massive hand tangled in her long silver hair, not cruelly, but possessively, guiding her face closer. The thick head of his cock brushed her cheek, smearing a bead of precum across her pale skin. It was hot, heavy, musky. Daenerys parted her lips without being told, tongue darting out to taste him - salt and man and wildness.

“Good girl,” he rumbled in Dothraki, the words rough and approving. He pushed forward, feeding the fat crown past her lips. Her mouth stretched wide, jaw aching instantly as she struggled to take even half of him. Saliva spilled from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin as she bobbed her head subserviently, hollowing her cheeks and sucking with wet, eager sounds. Every time she gagged, she **** herself deeper, eyes watering, until her nose pressed against the dark curls at his base and her throat convulsed around him.

Drogo groaned, hips flexing. He fucked her face slowly at first, savoring the tight heat of her royal throat, then faster, balls slapping wetly against her chin. Daenerys kept her hands on his thighs, not pushing away, but holding on as if he were the only solid thing in the world. When he finally pulled free, strings of spit connected her gasping mouth to his glistening cock.

“On the furs,” he commanded.

She obeyed instantly, turning and dropping to all fours like a mare in heat, arching her back and presenting herself. Her small, firm ass lifted high, pussy already slick and swollen, pink folds glistening between her pale thighs. The cool night air kissed her wetness and she shivered.

Drogo knelt behind her, huge hands spreading her cheeks wide. He dragged the thick head of his cock up and down her slit, teasing her clit until she whimpered and pushed back desperately.

“Please, my Khal… fill your Khaleesi. I want to feel all of you.”

He thrust in with one brutal stroke, burying half his massive length inside her virgin-tight cunt. Daenerys cried out, fingers clawing the furs, pain and pleasure exploding through her. He was so big - stretching her mercilessly, reshaping her around his girth. Drogo didn’t wait. He gripped her narrow hips and drove deeper, forcing her walls to yield until his heavy balls rested against her clit and her belly bulged slightly from the sheer size of him.

“Too big…” she gasped, voice broken, but she rocked back anyway, submissive and greedy. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He fucked her like the stallion he was - deep, powerful strokes that slapped loudly against her ass. Each thrust punched the air from her lungs. Her small breasts swayed beneath her, nipples hard as pebbles. Drogo reached around, thick fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in rough circles while he pounded her sopping pussy.

Daenerys came first, shamefully fast, walls fluttering and clenching around his invading cock as she screamed into the furs. Her juices squirted messily around his shaft, soaking his balls and dripping down her thighs. Drogo snarled in triumph and kept going, using her through her orgasm, fucking her limp and pliant.

He pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto her back like she weighed nothing. Daenerys lay there, legs spread obscenely, chest heaving, silver hair tangled. Drogo stroked his massive, pussy-slick cock above her.

“Open,” he ordered.

She obeyed, mouth wide and tongue out like an eager whore. Thick ropes of hot cum erupted across her face - splattering her tongue, her cheeks, her lashes, dripping down onto her tits. She swallowed what landed in her mouth, moaning softly at the taste of her conqueror.

Drogo looked down at his marked Khaleesi, cum-painted and trembling, and smiled with dark satisfaction.

“Moon of my life,” he murmured, pulling her small body against his chest. “Mine.”

Daenerys curled into him, sticky and sore and utterly, blissfully submissive. Tomorrow she would be queen again. Tonight she was simply his.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​