Cerywen and his men ‘feast’ (MMMF)

She had drunk a little too much she thought absent-mindedly, her eyes drifting open then shut. A hand in her on her head, in her hair, guiding her head up was enough to get her to open her eyes once again . She looked up at Cerwyn's grinning face, his cock pressed against her cheek and lips, she opened her mouth taking him against her tongue. She moaned and sucked.

Cerwyn had gone to get more wine and food for his so-called feast. He had returned with enough food and drink to feed ten men, and he had returned with those men in tow as well. Lords from other Northern Houses. House Wells, Stane, Forrester and Blackwood she had recalled and a few more she had not.

They had drank and ate together in their private little party, mayhaps she had drank a little too much. She could hardly remember who had started it, a little flirting here, a brushed touch there.

Before long she had found herself with a man's hand on her breast, another between her legs and it was not long before she was grinding her hips against the fingers inside her, moaning as she came and blushing as half a dozen men watched.

Not long after that she was on her knees surrounded by cocks. Sucking and stroking and moaning and swallowing their seed. She could remember the taste of them, the feeling of warm cum splashing across her tongue, lips and face. Soon after that she had been tossed on her back, her legs spread, her cunt taken.

She could hardly remember how long ago that had been. It seemed that her plan to privately seduce each of the most influential Northern Lords had devolved into a wholehearted orgy that would make Lysenne whore blush.

Another man grabbed her hips, holding her steady as he slipped inside her. She looked down between her spread legs. He was thick, well built, his belly and chest covered in thick dark hair, Lord Blackwood? Stane? she could not tell as he entered her. His cock was thick, and hard, and her body bulged and stretched as he entered her.

She moaned loudly and lifted her hips to meet his. Her head was grabbed, **** to turn and another cock was **** into her mouth. She did not fight the men as they controlled her body, bent her to their will.

She was Daenerys Targaryen, rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, Mother of Dragons, Breaker of Chains, but at that moment it did not matter, she might as well have been a Fleabottom whore or Lysenne bed ****. Someone to be used and abused and she would not have it any other way.

Without warning the man between her lips throbbed, she heard his grunt then could taste him. His seed flooded her mouth, filling it, coating her tongue. He pulled free, and she let the cum ooze from her lips and onto her cheek and chin.

It's mere seconds before another cock was offered to her, she couldn't see from whom, but she did not care. She sealed her lips around it and suckled on his head, moaning as the man between her legs sped up, pounding into her. Fucking her hard and fast. Her body jerked, her breasts bounced. There were hands all over her, grasping and squeezing and molesting her. Breasts, throat, stomach, there wasn’t an inch of her left untouched. Men pawed at her like she was a thing. They laughed, moaned and groaned. Fingers pressed against her clit and it was almost enough to send her spiraling over that pleasurable edge. She shuddered and moaned, her body jerked up into the man's cock, countless hands and men all toying with her. She wanted more, she needed more.

But the man inside her finished too fast. She felt him throb, swell and knew he was about to spill inside her. But instead he pulled out from her cunt, the missing warmth and pressure of his cock left her feeling empty. She watched transfixed as he gripped his shaft, and he began to furiously pump his cock. She watched as the muscles of his stomach tense and flex and then he exploded sending cum splashing over her stomach and breast. Warm and sticky, it covered her, coated her naked flesh.

He wasn’t the first, she was covered in it, her breasts shined with spent seed, creamy white liquid pooled in her navel. She could feel it all over her, her thighs, her chest, her hands and face. She could taste it on her lips and tongue, feel it leaking from her cunt.

She did not have to wait long before another man took his spot and easily slid between her legs, then inside her cunt. She leaned back and returned her attention to the man in her mouth, and let herself be used.

It did not not take long before the men tore another orgasm from her. Her senses overwhelmed by their cocks and hands. She came with a whine and her body trembled, soft whimpers escaped her mouth and past the cock resting on her tongue.

This time whoever is fucking her did not bother to pull out. He jerked inside her when he came, his hands digging painfully into her hips as he lurched forward, burying himself as deeply as he could as he exploded inside her.

Daenerys convulsed around him. Her cunt clenching down around his cock. She cried out, her entire body squeezed him refusing to let him pull free. Her legs tighten around him, her cunt squeezed his cock, milking him. When he finally escapes her grasp she can feel him spill from her cunt. Cum from a half dozen different men, men who hadn't cum on her stomach or tits, but had instead buried themself deep inside the Queen. She can feel it drool from her, warm and sticky, down her cunt, over her ass. It's disgusting and thrilling. She shuts her eyes and shudders, her mind awash with the feeling.

The next man picks her up, hosting her up and she weakly clings to him. She's soaked with sweat and cum and her hands slip as she tries to hold on. She's tired, and weak, and her limbs feel boneless. But the man has no plans to drop her. His fingers dig painfully into the soft flesh of her ass as he guides her body.

"Gods," Daenerys moaned as she sank down on his cock. Her body slid tightly against him, supported by his hands on her ass, and the cock impaling her.

She groaned again, then buried her head in the space between his head and chest. She wondered if this is how they'll find her, fucked senseless in the room of a random Northern Lords. Covered in cum and sweat and nearly delirious. What would Jon think of her, if he knew how much she had enjoyed it.

She feels the man behind her, his hard cock, slipping between the cheeks of her ass and all her previous thoughts are lost. She knows it will hurt but she welcomes it, knows the feeling of being completely full will be worth any pain. Carefully he lifts, her cunt aches as the cock inside it pulls nearly free.

And then there's pressure on her ass, the tight ring of muscles **** to ease entry.

Daenerys whimpered softly as gravity does the work. Two cocks inside her at once, she floating, sandwiched between the two Northern Lords and feeling impossibly full. And then they're moving, bouncing her up and down and she can't think, can't speak. She can't do anything but moan and cum and cry.

By the end of the night, she does not know how many men have used her, how many have cum inside her cunt and mouth and ass. How many have spilled their seeds over her pristine flesh.

Northern Lords, Knights, their servants? She did not know, could not tell, and did not care.