Another King’s Guard (MMF, dubcon)

Boros Blount entered the room and Trant relaxed. “You enjoying yourself Princess,” he chuckled, his jowls bouncing. She managed to shoot the overweight, balding knight a glare before Trant began to move again making her pinch her eyes closed and hiss a sharp breath between clenched teeth.

How many this time? she thought as she heard the telltale sound of plate shifting as Blount moved closer. The familiar shuffle of his trousers coming undone. Then his hand was on her neck, rough calloused fingers, almost tender, almost caring, before they tightened and pulled her forward, face down.

“You moan any louder and the whole Red Keep will hear. Would you like that princess? For everyone to know how much you enjoy a cock in your ass?”

Daenerys opened her eyes, looking up at the disgusting older man, her breathing still heavy, her body lurching forward with every thrust from the man behind her. “Wouldn't anyone walkin' in on us would ya’ now?” His thumb traced her swollen bottom lip, “We must find a way to keep you quiet.”

Resigned to her fate, Daenerys opened her mouth, extended her tongue and waited for his cock. The musty taste of sweat and piss filled her scenes as he placed the head of his cock on her outstretched tongue. Her lips closed around him, and he thrust forward.

She closed her eyes, and let the two men use her, fucking her from both ends, she whimpered and squealed like a hog on a spit as they degraded her body. The future wife of the Prince, the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, used like a common whore.

Daenerys cried out, moaning against the cock as they found their rhythm, with every thrust that drove into her bowels, stretching her ass, another took her throat making her gag. Drool spit from her stuffed mouth and sprang tears from her violet eyes.

But she took it as she always did, she let them use her, let her body relax and get used to the sensations, let them bring her closer and closer to her own release knowing one day she would make them pay. She sucked on Blouts cock, gagging as she did so. His hand twisted in her hair, messing the elaborate braid her handmaidens had crafted hours ago. She heard him grunt, then throb. She sealed her lips tight. Moaned and felt her mouth fill with his bitter seed.

The disgust of it sent her over the edge, her cunt quivered, legs shaked, her eyes rolled back and her ass clenched down on Trant's cock.

“Gods,” he groaned, fingers digging into her hips and ass. He thrust forward and followed her release with his own. Blount's cock fell free, slapped against her face and chin covering it in spit and cum.

With one final hard thrust, Trant buried himself as deep as he could into her ass, lurching her forward, shoving her face into Blounts sweaty belly, her body still quivering as she held on as Trant emptied himself into her ass.

She gasped, moaned as he finally pulled free of her. The last Targaryen fell to her hands and knees, her body too weak and tired to hold herself up. Drool and cum covered her face, Trant’s seed oozed from her swollen cunt.

And then she heard the door open once again. She did not bother to look up. More men in armor, the rest of the Kings Guard, ready to take their turn.