The dragon queen in doggystyle

You fuck her hard, your cock sliding into her wet cunt with ease. Dany's body responds to your command, her hips rising to meet each of your powerful thrusts. You grip her hair, using it to pull her head back and expose her neck, feeling her pulse race under your fingertips. The dragon queen's moans of pleasure fill the cabin, a symphony of submission that drives you wild.

Her ass cheeks jiggle with each deep penetration, and you can't resist the urge to smack them, leaving a red handprint on her alabaster skin. She gasps at the sensation, her walls tightening around you. You can feel her climax building, the power of your mind control pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Is this what you want, Dany?" you taunt, your voice thick with lust. "To be nothing more than a whore for a powerful man?" You drive into her even harder, watching the pleasure and pain mingle on her face. She tries to speak, but all that comes out are moans of pleasure.

Daenerys' body quivers beneath you, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed over. The words cut deep, a stark reminder of the fate she's accepted. You revel in her degradation, feeling your own power grow with each humiliating remark. "You're nothing but a slut," you continue, "a toy for me to use and discard. I might even let Cersei be my head slut. Or perhaps Margaery."

Her eyes flicker with anger at the mention of your other future conquests, but it only fuels your desire. You spank her again, harder this time, watching as she bites her bottom lip to stifle a cry. The cabin walls seem to vibrate with the **** of your coupling, the bed creaking in protest as you pound into her from behind. You can feel her body tightening around your cock, her muscles contracting in an effort to push you over the edge. But you won't let her win that easily.

"Speak," you command, giving her the freedom to voice the thoughts you know are racing through her head. She pauses, her breathing ragged, and then she turns her head to the side, her voice a mix of passion and resentment.

"I am no one's whore," she says through gritted teeth. "I am the Mother of Dragons, the Breaker of Chains, the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms."

"Then why are you taking my cock so well. I can feel your cunt tightening around me," you respond, your voice a dark caress that sends shivers down her spine. You ease up on your grip, letting her speak her mind.

Daenerys' eyes flash with anger and desire, the two emotions battling for dominance. "Because you've bewitched me," she admits, her voice strained as she tries to keep her composure. "But I am still the queen, and when we conquer Westeros, I will not be forgotten."

You chuckle darkly at her words, feeling the thrill of the power dynamic you've created. "Of course not," you say, your tone mocking. "You'll be remembered as the whore who brought the conqueror to the throne." Each word is a knife, cutting into her pride, but the pleasure you're giving her is a potent **** that keeps her compliant.

Daenerys' breath hitches, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and lust. "I am more than that," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of your bodies slapping together. But even as she speaks, you can feel her pussy spasming around you, her orgasm approaching despite her protests.

You push her head harshly down into the soft sheep pillows, muffling her cries. "You're more than that, huh?" you sneer, your grip on her hips tightening as you plunge deeper inside her. "We'll see about that when we reach King's Landing and you're on your knees before me, begging for mercy."

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