Sail to Westeros

You watch Dany dragons take to the sky, their fiery breaths lighting the path ahead as the ships set sail. The feeling of power is intoxicating as you stand on the deck, the wind in your hair, and the salty sea spray on your skin. The crew, once the feared slavers, now obey your every command without question. You had made it clear that any sign of disloyalty would be met with a swift, fiery demise.

Your gaze drifts to your other forces, the ones you've recruited from the shadows of the Free Cities. The sellswords you've brought together with the promise of gold, glory, and the thrill of serving under the most powerful being in the world. They are a motley crew, each one with their own stories, their own scars, and their own secrets. You've had to use your mind control sparingly with them, only to ensure their loyalty to you and Dany. You know their true nature, and you know that the moment they suspect your power, they might turn on you.

But for now, they follow willingly, lured by the prospect of battle and the spoils that come with victory. You see the Unsullied, their stoic faces unchanged by the sea's spray, standing at attention, ready to fight and die for their new queen. Their discipline is unmatched, and you can't help but feel a twinge of admiration for the way they've embraced their new role, despite their past as slaves.

Beside them stand the Dothraki, a sea of braids and bronze, their war cries echoing across the water. Their passion for battle is as fiery as the dragons that lead them. They are the heart of Dany's forces, the unstoppable horse lords that will sweep across Westeros like a storm. You've had to tame their wildness, to bend them to your will as well, but you know that once they hit the shore, they will be unleashed and nothing will stand in their way. Finding the large **** was much harder than taming them.

But as much as you revel in the power of controlling armies and leaders, there's one person you crave more than any other - Dany herself. You make your way to her cabin, the sway of the ship only adding to the urgency in your step. You know she's waiting for you, her body eager and primed from the mind games you've been playing with her.

You open the door to find her lying on the bed, her naked form a feast for your eyes. The candlelight flickers across her skin, painting her in a warm, inviting glow. Her legs are spread, a clear invitation that sends a bolt of desire through you. "Master," she purrs, her eyes glazed with desire.

Daenerys' shaven pussy glistens with anticipation, and you can't help but stare. It's a stark reminder of her submission, a symbol of her new role as your sex ****. The sight of her, so powerful and fierce, now reduced to a quivering mess of need for you, fills you with an unspeakable pleasure. She's yours, to command and to conquer, and the thought sends a shiver down your spine.

You approach the bed, your cock standing at full attention, and she watches you with a mix of longing and fear. She knows what's coming, and despite the control you have over her, you can see the spark of rebellion in her eyes. But she's also eager to please, eager to experience the heights of pleasure that come with serving a true master.

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