Daenerys remembers her time with Grandmaester Pycelle. (MF, dubcon)

Grandmaester Pycelle. Daenerys wondered if the rest of the court saw him as the decrepit aged Measter, or for what he truly was. She wondered if they would even care.

She gave a slight grunt as he nudged her legs further apart with his knee. An impudent huff came from the much older man as if he had better things to be doing with his time.

Daenerys spread her legs for him, leaning forward ever so slightly. As the future wife of the prince, and future Queen her health was a great concern to many people. These examinations were for her own good, for her health was the health of the kingdom, or at least that’s what the Maester told everyone.

His hands drifted up her bare thighs, over her hips and waist and across her ribcage.

The old Maester hummed to himself as if noting something. Daenerys turned her head slightly.

“Head affront please Princess,” he asked, his voice rough.

She turned back to the wall and closed her eyes. His hands returned to her back, long fingers spreading out over her spine.

“Any discomfort, pain, irritation?” he asked.

She shook her head, “no.” No more than usual, she supposed. The moontea she was given after her visits with the King always left her feeling miserable and cramping, but that was to be expected, and after so many visits she had almost grown used to them, as she had grown to use too much of her life.

“Good, good,” he replied, his hands coming around her black to her front, old hands cupping her young perky breasts. She shuddered at the sensation of his hands cupping her, gently squeezing then this thumb and finger pinching her nipples until they stood hard.

“Responsive,” he muttered.

Daenerys grit her teeth as the man fondled her.

“Healthy,” he stepped closer to her until she could feel the heat of his body and smelt the scent of medicines and herbs.

His hands went lower, skimming over her stomach, he pushed on it slightly, forcing her body back and into his. She could feel the scratch of his wool cloak, the cold steel of his Maester chain and the hard cock underneath it all.

Then his hands went lower, barely touching her labia, slipping around between her legs. He began to gently rub her, tease her, he found her clit and pressed down on it.

“Mmh,” Daenerys moaned, finding it impossible to ignore the sensation. “What does this test test for Grandmaester?” she asked in a tense whisper.

She thought she heard him chuckle, his hands lingering over her most sensitive spot. He leaned in closer to her until she felt the cold steel of his maester chain pressed heavy against her bareback making goosebumps sprout up across her flesh.

“You are to bear the Prince's children.” He said, hoarsely. She could feel his cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass. His fingers slipped between her legs again, flicking her clit, messaging her cunt. “It’s important to know if you’ll be suitable for the Prince."

A single finger pressed inside her, curling inside her cunt. Daenerys shuddered, resisting the urge to clench her thighs around his fingers. Her legs trembled slightly.

“Healthy, sensitive, responsive.” Pycelle muttered, his finger started to thrust inside her, fucking her. She reached one hand against the cold stone wall to brace herself, Faster his fingers moved, she moaned, and another finger was added.

One hand left her cunt, reaching up to grab her breast twisting her nipple.

Daenerys cried out, moaning, as the old man quickly brought her closer to climax.

“So easy to please,” Pycelle whispered, “you know they speak of you, men and women behind your back, say how much of a whore you are.” Another finger slipped down her slit then curled and entered her.

Daenerys bit her tongue and found herself leaning back against him as he worked her fingers in and out of her dripping cunt.

“They say they can hear your moans all over the Red Keep as men fuck you. That is no way for people to think of their future Queen, don’t you think Princess?”

She nodded quickly, “yes, yes,” she purred, her body tensing clenching, and at that moment she wanted nothing more than to get off on this old perverted man’s fingers.

Instead, he pulled away, leaving her trembling, gasping, and needing more. “Then you must learn to be quiet and to control your lesser needs.”

Daenerys gasped for breath, not sure if she hated the old man for his continual molestation or the fact he enjoyed teasing her so much.

“Of course Grand Maester,” she said in a huff, “whatever you say. Is the examination finished?”