Fucks her of course (MF, )

He grabbed her then, pulling her closer then picked her up like she was nothing.

She screamed, and kicked, and threw her legs against him, not because she thought it would help or that it would matter. No one could hear them, and even if they could the King’s Guard would not help. Most of them would prefer to join in or watch rather than help. She fought because she knew he liked it, and he would be **** to her in the morning for it. He would finish faster.

The fine Dornish silks she wore, that barely covered her, were quickly torn from her body and left ruined by the bedside. He attacked her breasts first with his hands, pawing at them, squeezing then tweezing her nipples until they became hard, then he did the same with his mouth. His course beard scratched her skin as his tongue swirled around her nipple.

Daenerys gasped, cried out and twisted helplessly under the much larger and stronger man. Pinned against the bed, she could feel his cock hard between them. His cock was built just like the rest of him, long, thick, girthy. It slapped down across her stomach and every muscle in her body tensed, as if it knew what was to come, that that thing would soon be buried deep inside her. She twisted away, pressed her hands against his chest.

“Don’t,” she pleaded, playing into the game. She attacked, throwing her hands out at his face but even drunk he easily caught them and held them above her head.

“Silver haired dragon cunt.” he growled as he pushed himself inside her, his belly pressed her into the mattress, his cock spread her cunt wide.

“Fuck,” Daenerys cried out, pinched her eyes closed and bit her cheek. She stretched her body out under him, hands still pinned, nowhere to go. Her legs opened as his cock impaled her. Gods he was thick and hard.

“That’s a good dragon,” Robert growled, the sound he made reverberating down her body, he held her hands up with one hand, the other went to her face then neck. “Good,” he moaned. He shifted the angle of his hips, then pushed forward.

Daenerys tried to stifle the moan as he entered her, but his cock too large, too thick, it felt like she would tear apart. She swore she could feel every inch of him, every vein, every pulse of his heart with how tightly her body clung to him. She clenched her teeth, hissed out a sharp breath then cried out as he drove himself fully into her tight aching cunt.

Robert was a warrior and he fucked like he fought, hard and rough, she doubted if there was anything tender or caring about him. His first full thrust had her seeing stars, had her cunt clenching around him. The second had her moaning loudly into his chest, her toes curling, her back arching. The third nearly made her cum, fast and hard, her body thoroughly enjoying being treated rough and ragged. Dragons were strong, they could take, and how did she love taking it.

Daenerys whimpered then moaned as the King fucked her, their bodies coming together with a sickening thud. She cried out as he bottomed out, his balls slapping against her ass as she was filled completely. Then he pulled back and her body resisted, too thick, too hard, her cunt gripped his cock like a vise. squeezing and convulsing around him.

“Mmnhh,” the moan that escaped Daenerys lips was breathy and ****. Roberts's cock pulled nearly free, her body clinging to his head before he drove into her.

“Gods!” she cried out, her hand clawing at his back. The motion enough to make her see white, pain and pleasure and everything else hit her, shocking her in a breathless soundless scream. Again he pulled back, then drove into her. He grunted and groaned as he took her. Her body lurched forward, then pressed into the bedding. Her eyes rolled back, toes curled as she was taken.

“No wonder you Dragon fucks always fucked each other,” Robert said, moving faster, “nothing better than a Targaryen cunt.”

“Warm,” he groaned fucking faster, “wet.”

Daenerys cried out, “Stop,” she was going to cum, she could feel the tightness, the warmness growing quickly out of control in the base of her spine, in the pit of her belly. She twisted, but it was no help. The King was too large, too strong, too good at fucking her.

His hand closed around her neck and that was all it took. Her body spasmed and she cried out, a moan, a prayer, gibberish, she didn’t know what sounds escaped her lips only that they must have sounded whorish and wanton.

She came in waves, spasming and cumming all over her ****'s cock. She held on, trembling mumbling moans of pleasure as Robert slowed his thrusts watching as his little dragon broke upon his dick.

When she finally opened her eyes, barely able to breathe, covered in sweat, her cunt aching and dripping with her own arousal she found him staring at her, almost in awe. He loved that more than anything, making her cum, making her squirm.

He had told her once that he hoped her brother Rhaegar could see her now from the seven hells, that he would be **** to watch his sister lose herself on the cock of the man who killed him. A petty and cruel hope for a petty and cruel man. But it did not matter.