He wants her there and then. (MF, Oral)

"No, here," The Harpy said. "On your knees slave."

Her stomach fell, she knew the Lady of the House was still watching. The collar around her tightened again. She glanced at the doorway, then back at the Harpy in front of her.

"I thought you said it was pathetic. Would it not be better to storm the Great Pyramid and make the Queen get on her knees?" she asked.

"I don't want her on her knees, I want you on your knees." He stepped closer to her, his hand grabbing her collar, he tugged on it slightly, pulling it down to the ground.

No choice, no chance. Daenerys swallowed the disgust she felt, and let him pull her down before finally dropping to her knees before him. For the second time that day, she found herself staring up at this man who despised her so greatly.

As before he reached under his robes, she shuddered as she watched him pull himself free of his clothes. This time he didn't slap her with his cock, but offered it to her.

She closed her eyes, defeated, and for the second time she reached out and the fingers of her hand wrapped around this man's cock. She felt him heavy and warm in her hand. But this time, instead of wrenching on his member, she kept her grip loose and gentle.

There were no more options here. She opened her eyes, glancing up at him as he stared down impatiently. She stroked him slowly, her hand trembling, she watched the foreskin of his cock pull back, once again revealing the wet head of his cock.

Memories of all the women here flooded her. Girls dressed up to look like her so sick men could fulfill their fantasies. She thought of the girl in the back room, on her knees, surrounded by cocks.

Daenerys lips parted slightly as she began to stroke the Harpy's cock faster. He swelled in her hand, becoming rigid and hard. She could hear his breathing increased but she ignored that, instead she watched his cock.

This man wanted her dead, hated her and she had no choice but to play the part of the whore, his whore. He would have forced himself upon her moments ago but now she would need to give herself to him willingly.

She tried to ignore the sounds of the brothel, of men ordering drinks, of women falsely flirting with customers. The sounds of men fucking women pretending to be her. She tried to ignore it all.

Her lips parted, her soft warm breaths brushed up against his cock. She felt him twitch with anticipation. He was a slaver, a disgusting human being, a rapist, and a murderer and soon she would have his cock in her mouth.

He tasted of piss and sweat. Her tongue outstretched and she let his cock rest against it before her lips sealed down over half his head.

A groan escaped his lips and his grip on her head tightened. Daenerys rolled her tongue, twirling it around the slit in his cock. He groaned and jerked forward and she let him slide deeper into her mouth.

She turned her head, pressing him into her cheek, letting it bulge, she hoped it would please him enough so he would not try to force his way down her throat.

Her head bobbed, gently, slowly, she licked and sucked on his cock, drooling and moaning like the whore she was supposed to be.

She felt his hand twist in her hair and begin to guide her head. She heard his groan, heard him call her a whore. He twisted her head and her hopes fell.

He pulled on her neck, arching it slightly and bending it back.

Daenerys gagged and felt the head of his cock rub against the top of her mouth, he pushed forward and pulled on her head sliding his cock down her throat.

“Gah,” She convulsed, and her throat made a gurgling sound. Her hands snapped up to grab his thighs, her tongue thrashed around the underside of his cock. Gagging she spit and drooled from the side of her mouth. Desperate her hand left his thighs and wrapped around his cock. He pulled back and she gasped, then he pushed her back down on her cock.

"Dragon whore," he grunted, as he began fucking her face, "this is what you deserve."

Her eyes watered, the sounds she made were undignified and she tried to stop herself from vomiting. It was only three or four seconds before he stopped using her mouth as a fuck toy. He released her and she pulled away, her hand still holding him.

She tried to regain her breath, her composure. she could feel the drool spilling over her bottom lip, tears streaming down her face. He hadn't come, he was still hard, she looked up at him, her violet eyes wet and red. He watched her expectantly.

He wasn't finished. She wasn't finished. Bending down she pressed her lips to his cock, then opened her mouth and took him inside her wet and waiting mouth once again. Her tongue pressed against him massaging him and she moaned, shifting on her knees.

She pressed herself against him, letting him slide to the back of her throat until she could feel his balls on her chin. She gagged but held herself there for a moment before she pulled back moaning and gasping, her tongue lashed his cock. She suckled on his head, her hand stroking his length before she dived back in.

The sooner she made him cum, the sooner she swallowed hm, the sooner this would be over. She stroked him and sucked him, her hands and mouth and lips and tongue working together. She thought of all that her bed slaves had taught her, all the times she had brought Drogo and Daario to climax in her mouth, she worked his cock like the whore her brother wanted her to be, the whore she had been trained to be.

This is where the Slavemasters wanted her, the people of Meereen, her brother, her dead husband. On her knees pleasing supposedly better men. The Harpy moaned, thrusting his hips forward, she gagged, but let him force his cock down her throat. She flushed at the feeling of him in her throat, her thighs squeezed together and she refused to acknowledge the growing heat and wetness there.

Just make him cum, she told herself as she suckled on his cock, bobbing her head up and down. Her hips rolled slightly. If he came down her throat, maybe that would be all. He wouldn't want more. He wouldn't bend her over the bar and take her in front of everyone.

She moaned against his cock swirling her tongue against him. If she just made him cum maybe he wouldn't fuck her with his disgusting slaver cock. He wouldn’t fuck her in front of the dozens of men who were here. He wouldn’t let them watch as he drove his pathetic cock into her cunt. He wouldn’t defile and use the Mother of Dragons, the Queen. He wouldn't cum inside her cunt, fill her womb with his seed.

The Harpy groaned, and she felt his cock swell. She moaned wantonly, forcing him further down her throat until she could barely breathe. Disgust, desperation and something else coursed through her. Make him cum, she thought, she prayed. She moaned again as she felt him throb in her throat. Her hand left his thigh and slipped between her legs.

Cum, make him cum, she nearly chanted in her head. She touched herself, her fingers danced around her swollen cunt, wet with arousal. She needed to cum, she wanted to know how disgusting he would taste. But instead he pulled her away with a gasp.

Daenerys looked up, eyes red and watery, she stared up in surprise and in shock, completely lost in the moment.