You decide to humor her

Feeling magnanimous, you snap your fingers, causing three massive cages to materialize around you, each holding one of Daenerys' dragons. Shock and disbelief register on her face as her beloved dragons struggle against their confines.

Raising an eyebrow mockingly, you say, "Well, look at that - I kept my end of the bargain. However, there's still one more thing I need from you. I want you to bend over and let me fuck you like the cheap whore you've become. It's only fair, don't you think?"

Daenerys' eyes blaze with indignation as she retorts, "I did what you asked! I gave you your pleasure, and now you demand more? I refuse to **** myself any further!"

"You've got spirit, I'll give you that. But it's not like you have any other option." You pause for a moment, letting the silence poison the air between you, and then say, "Alright, let's give you a different choice. You love your dragons so much, don't you? How about I let them fuck you instead of me? I promise I'll make sure you won't die in the process."

Her eyes widen in horror and disbelief, disbelief at the twisted suggestion, as her head whips towards the imprisoned dragons in abject fear. The dragons, unsettled by their confinement and the swirling emotions that writhe around Daenerys, roar and grunt anxiously, the enraged cacophony reverberating in the chamber.

"Choose, Daenerys. Me or your dragons," you sneer, extracting dreadful pleasure from her despair.

The tortured look on her face shifts through panic, defiance, and anguish as she weighs the gravity of her decision, struggling to wrap her mind around what's being offered.

"You're a monster," she whispers through gritted teeth, her voice shaky but determined. "I'll take you again, but leave my dragons out of this sick game."

A sardonic grin stretches across your face as you reply, "Oh, I was hoping you would choose me."

"Undress for me. And do it slowly," you demand with a malicious grin, eager for the tantalizing show she's about to provide. "Each article of clothing, one by one. Let me savor the moment."

Her eyes flicker with humiliation and disgust, but Daenerys takes a shaky breath as she slowly begins to obey your command. First, she unfastens the intricate silver brooch that holds her royal cape in place, billowing it off her shoulders and tossing it to the floor with a look of contempt. Then, she slides her fingers under the collar of her delicate silk gown, methodically untying each fastening as the fabric parts, revealing the soft curve of her breasts.

As she continues to strip, your anticipation builds with each new glimpse of her supple flesh. Her fingers move to the small of her back, and she methodically undoes the last fastenings, the sound of her controlled breaths filling the room. The gown slips from her shoulders, pooling at her feet in a puddle of shimmering fabric, leaving her standing before you in nothing but her smallclothes.

Your breath catches in your throat as Daenerys reaches behind her, slowly unhooking her lacy undergarment. Her brеasts, full and round, spill out with a soft bounce as the garment falls away, giving you an enticing view of her nipples, pert from the cool air or perhaps the tension of the situation. One last lingering moment, she peels her last piece of clothing down her legs, leaving her fully exposed and **** before you.

"Such a fine piece of flesh you are, Daenerys," you coo, gazing at her naked form with possessive hunger. "It is such a privilege to enjoy you. Now, give yourself to me. Kneel and spread those legs."

Fighting back a sob, Daenerys casts a glance at her ensnared dragons before slowly lowering herself onto her hands and knees on the cold floor, thighs parted in complete submission. Despite her fear, she can't conceal the wetness that has seeped out between her lithe legs, her arousal betraying her as her body betrays her mind.

Arousal surges through you as you move to position yourself behind her, a predatory smirk playing across your lips. It's as if she was made for this, the way her thighs part so easily, her cunt glistening enticingly even in her submission.

With your cock still slick from her previous ordeal, you aim for her entrance, not giving her a moment's reprieve before thrusting deep into her. Daenerys gasps, her body tensing under the sudden invasion, parting only under your forceful intrusion.

"I can't believe how easily you take me," you taunt, thrusting mercilessly into her trembling form. "Were you always such a whore, waiting for someone like me to dominate you?"

Although it's clear she's seething with indignation, Daenerys manages to **** out between gasps, "You **** this upon me... I'm only doing this... for my dragons."

As you continue to pound into her, gripping her silver-gold hair with one hand and her hip with the other, her moans grow louder, her resistance futile, her pride cast down beneath your undeniable claim.

"You're pathetic, Daenerys," you sneer. "Your dragons can watch their queen become nothing more than a whore for my pleasure, reduced to a... plaything for a stranger."

Hearing this, Daenerys' ass clenches around your cock, defiance and the desire to fight back despite her position. She bites her lip and turns to you, her voice laden with venom, "You may use my body, but you'll never control me."

Yet, her words fail to discourage you. In fact, they only fuel your fire, driving you on as you plunge deeper into her, reveling in the intoxication of power and pleasure. Nights once spent in front of screens, watching mere actors and actresses play out a story, have now transformed into nights where your wickedest desires come to life, powerless to anything but your dark, twisted demands.

Daenerys' breath hitches as your thrusts grow more intense, her trembling whispers carrying across the air, her ultimate submission entwining with the roaring satisfaction that devours you.

The sound of your hips colliding with Daenerys' ass echoes through the room, producing a feral resonance that feeds your intense desire for dominance. It's as if each smack is punctuating the story of her downfall - the once powerful queen reduced to nothing more than an object for your pleasure. The **** of your thrusts is evident through the ripple effect that travels along her pliant ass cheeks.

Daenerys closes her eyes in a vain attempt to block out her surroundings, yet the sensation of your cock driving deeper into her, the crossfire of pain and pleasure, supersedes the mental barriers she tries to erect. Unwilling to show her submission any further, she bites the inside of her cheek, stifling the unwanted moans that threaten to escape from her esophagus.

Sensing that this might be the perfect time to assert your power, you tighten your grip on her silver-gold hair, abruptly yanking her head back. Her eyes fly open in response, a guttural gasp tearing free from her throat.

"What was that, my queen?" you taunt, mocking her with the title she once held so dearly. "Is this what you've been craving all this time? To be used... savagely like the masochistic whore you are?"

A flash of fury ignites her violet eyes, a potent blend of anger and frustration that she can't fully repress. But her quivering voice, barely above a whisper, betrays her shattered spirit. "I submit... only to protect my dragons. You cannot break me."

In response, you intensify your pace, each vicious thrust sending a shockwave through her delicate frame, pushing her closer to the brink of shattering climax. The sweet mixture of her cunt's musk fills the air, tantalizing your senses and driving you nearer to your own release.

"You may hold on to that precious pride of yours, Daenerys, but I can feel you quaking around my cock," you hiss into her ear, delving into her newfound weak points. Accompanying your heated words, your fingers settle on her clit, expertly stroking the sensitive bud.

A sharp cry echoes through the room as Daenerys loses control, jolted to the edge of her own climax. The smug grin that settles on your lips is the perfect responder to her previous promise of standing firm against you.

The sound of her lustful surrender fills your ears, and the sensation of her cunt spasming around your cock as she reaches her calamitous climax creates a tightening sensation in your balls. Your heart races with the anticipation of your own orgasm, your body flooding with intense pleasure.

Daenerys gasps and whimpers beneath you, a storm of pent-up emotions teetering on the edge of chaos, unaware of the wild torment she's about to face. As she moans your name with utmost vulnerability, caught between desire and defeat, the sweet surrender spurs you on.

The dam of your senses finally breaches, and with a low growl, you shoot rope after rope of your hot, viscous seed deep into her womb, the eruption of pleasure drawing you into ecstasy. The merciless pounding never ceases; rather, the growing intensity nearly gags her with its intensity.

Her body trembles under your relentless ****, gasping for air as she's **** to adjust to the whirlwind of pleasure and pain that rips through her senses. The primal satisfaction that courses through you supersedes any remaining reservations or courtesy, and you grip her like a treasured possession – the key to unlocking your darkest desires.

As the final ripples of your orgasm slowly dissipate, you pause to relish the sight of the once-regal queen splayed out beneath you, panting and glazed with sweat. The mark of your domination upon her body shines bright and unapologetic, testament to the carnal debacle that transpired between the two of you.

Your body aching, but sumptuously satisfied, you dimly reflect upon the unimaginable events of the night, with Daenerys Targaryen, the Mother of Dragons, a snapshot of your endless potential for power and pleasure.