Chapter 4
by 
Yelawolf
You make...
Dany sucks your cock
With a single thought, you command her to take you into her mouth. Daenerys does so without protest, her lips wrapping around your shaft, her tongue flicking against the sensitive skin. The heat of her mouth is a stark contrast to the coldness of the chamber, and you groan in pleasure. Her eyes remain locked on yours as she bobs her head, her movements growing more eager as she tastes your power.
You can feel the struggle within her, the fiery spirit trying to break free, but it's no match for your newfound dominance. You tighten your grip on her hair, guiding her in a steady rhythm that brings you closer to the brink of ecstasy. Her cheeks hollow as she takes you deeper, her breaths muffled by your cock. The sight of the Dragon Queen, kneeling before you, her mouth filled with your hardness, is intoxicating.
This has been your biggest dream, no ambition, to see these powerful women, the very icons of the show, brought to their knees, eager to serve your every whim. You've imagined this moment countless times, the way their eyes would glaze over with desire, the way they would beg for your touch. And now it's reality, unfolding before you in a symphony of submission and desire.
Daenerys' eyes water slightly as you push deeper into her mouth, but she makes no sound of protest, her only focus pleasing you. The room seems to pulse with the rhythm of her movements, each bob of her head sending a wave of pleasure crashing through your body. The warmth of her mouth, the softness of her lips, and the fiery determination in her eyes as she tries to understand the situation. It's a heady mix that has you on the edge of climax.
Her hands move to your thighs, gripping tightly as she takes you in deeper still. You can feel her throat constrict around you, and you know she's taking you to the back of her throat. It's a sensation you never thought you'd experience with someone of her stature. The woman who has conquered cities, freed slaves, and been hailed as a goddess is now your personal sex toy. The realization sends a shiver down your spine, and you grip her hair tighter, guiding her movements to match your own growing urgency.