Daenerys' pleases herself (Solo Masturbation)

Daenerys stretched and yawned, it had been a long day. She eyed her bed, not quite cold but still she couldn't help but remember what Mero had said to her.

She stood and let her dress pool around her waist, naked but still warm, the desert heat left her skin damp. She strolled to her bed and slipped under the silk sheets.

Try as she might she could not help but think of the taste of him, the excitement she felt when she had held his cock between her lips, the weight of him on in her hand and on her tongue. She rolled to her back and let her mind wander back to hours ago. The shock of his face, the pleasure, the need, the want.

The wind blew against the tent. Daenerys looked out towards the entrance. She could see the shadow of her guards against the thick canvas. Her bed suddenly felt so very cold.

Her hand trailed over her skin. Her nails scraped over soft flesh, down between her breasts, over her flat stomach and lower still. She watched the tents' entrance with half-closed eyes, she chewed on her bottom lip, her breathing increased.

The Unsullied would be no use to her, but she doubted she would struggle to find a man to fulfill her needs. There was also the army of handmaidens that served her, that would fulfill any request. But no, that was not what she wished for.

A small gasp escaped her lips as her fingers slipped between her legs. She found herself swollen and wet. Just as she had been all day.

It wasn't a random man or handmaiden, or even a former bed **** that was on her mind.

Mero the Mercency, Captian of the Second Sons was undoublty a terrible man, a murderer for hire, a man who had likely killed hundreds of innocent men and women and children. Who had likely **** hundreds of women.

He was a monster.

Daenerys held back a moan as her fingers teased over her clit before sliding down her cunt. She pressed into herself and closed her eyes and licked her lips as she teased herself with her fingers.

There was little doubt he would keep his word. She had seen it in his eyes as her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. He would fight for her, he would kill for her, he would help win her the city and then he could come to her.

He wanted her. She pushed a finger inside herself and found her cunt warm and wet and wanting. This was what he wanted from her, to use her, to fuck her, to **** her if need be, to spill his seed inside her, to hear the sound of her moans and cries as he took her. That was what all men wanted from her.

"Mmh," Daenerys moaned softly as she **** more of her finger deeper inside her. Working the digit in and out of her cunt. She was soaking wet, and needy.

Another finger pushed herself wider. She rolled to her side, her hips gyrating slightly as she clamped her thighs down around her hand.

Mero would return and fulfill his promise. He would fuck her, she would let him. His thick cock that had tasted so delicious on her tongue would be deep inside her cunt in a matter of days. Faster her fingers moved, it would feel so much better than this.

Daenerys moaned.

After the battle, he would come for her. Take her. The Mercenary Captain would accept nothing less, he would not be refused.

Her cunt clenched down around her fingers, and she felt the warmth spill through her, relief and release washed over her, her cunt ached. She wanted more, more than fingers, she needed to be fucked.

She sighed, it wasn't what she needed, but it was good enough and it would do for now. Satisfied, she drifted to sleep.