She commands a guard to come to her and strip (MF)

"You," she said, gaining the attention of one of the Dothraki guards, the tallest of the three. He looked at her then and waited. "Come," she commanded in his tongue.

He took a few steps forward.

Daenerys watched, her eyes wide, as the much larger man approached her. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the grief, but she would not be alone tonight. She could not be alone tonight. The heavy beats of her heart pounded in her chest. She would not be alone.

The fabric of her coat felt soft under her fingers. She let her hand linger there on the laces that kept it wrapped tightly around her body. There was no turning back from this. The eyes of the Dothraki in front of her darkened, she could see his jaw clench. He wanted her. Daenerys pulled on the laces, then shrugged the offending garment off her shoulders leaving her in a simple sheer shift.

"Remove your clothes," she commanded, doing her best to keep her voice firm. The Dothraki paused for a moment before a hint of a grin crossed his face. He took another step forward, his arms already slipping free of the worn leather jerkin he wore.

He was taller than her by a few heads at least, his shoulders broad, chest hard. He pulled on the leather cord belt that hung on his hips and his pants came loose. Daenerys could not help but stare as he stepped free of them. His cock, half hard, swung between his legs, thick, long and veiny, and stiffening with every passing second.

He muttered something in the Dothraki tongue but she could not hear him over the pounding of her heart. He took a step toward closing the distance between them. His hands reached for her and there was a brief moment of hesitation before he pulled on her shift, pulling it down off her shoulders. She tensed as he touched her, the touch felt almost alien to her. She would not be alone.

This was really happening. She closed her eyes as his rough, calloused hands slid down her arms, then tightened and twisted to turn her. The Dothraki were brutes of men and he would fuck her like an animal. Take her like an animal. Fuck her like Drogo had on their wedding night.

But she was not that same meek little girl. She was the Queen, she had birthed dragons and conquered cities. She grabbed him, her fingers wrapped around his shaft, he was warm against her palm. He moved again but she squeezed him hard enough to make him stop and gasp. She was a Queen, she would not let him take her. Instead, she turned, leading the much larger man with his cock in hand until he stood against the bed. She pushed forward and he sat then laid down.

His cock throbbed in her hand as she loosened her grip around him and let her fingers stroke up and down his length. She caressed him slowly, watching as he twitched. She could feel the warmth radiating off him. It was a comfort, a reprise from the cold loneliness she had felt for so long. She was their Khaleesi, their Queen. There would always be men who wanted her, desired her, she never needed to be alone.

The Dothraki watched, eyes dark as she stroked his cock. But the Dothraki were not men of inaction and it was not long before he began to sit back up.

"No," Daenerys said in Dothraki and pushed on his chest. She needed to be in control. "No," she repeated again more firmly when the guard refused to lay back down. She was in control. This time he relented, and to reward his obedience she followed him down, climbing up his body, his cock still in her hand. She was tiny in comparison, barely half his size. There would be no stopping him if he turned on her, if tired of her orders, she would be helpless. But he wouldn't dare. She was his Khaleesi, she rode dragons, and she was in control. Her fingers tightened around him, and she delighted in the feel of him throbbing and warm in her hand.

One of his hands went to her hip, holding and guiding her, his fingers reached nearly around her waist. He hissed as his cock rubbed against the smooth soft flesh of her inner thigh before she settled back straddling his legs. He was fully hard, standing tall between their bodies, the base of his cock nestled between her legs, his shaft resting against her lower belly, his head rising to nearly her navel.

Daenerys stroked him again, moving her fingers in one long movement, feeling the entire length of him before she lifted her hips and guided his cock wet cunt. Her breath caught in her throat as she teased herself with him, dragging his shaft across her aching slit.

She had been alone for so long, wanting, needing companionship. Her body ached for it, her cunt dripped with want. This wasn't the man she wanted, the one she yearned for, but he was the man that was here, and he would do. She lifted her hips more until the bulbous head of his member pressed against her opening.

"Fuck." she hissed as his hands went to her hips. Her cunt stretched around the thick head of his cock, swallowing him into her body, gripping him impossibly tight. It felt so good, so right, like something she had been missing all this time. She closed her eyes and focused on the heat radiating from him, on the pain and the pleasure, and the way it made her forget about everything else. She pressed down, her teeth biting into her bottom lip as she sank another inch onto his cock.

The Dothraki did not fuck like this, they did not let the woman take control. The man below her jerked his hips up, driving more of him into her and she gasped, crying out, her cunt clenching around him.

That's it, she thought as she picked up her hips, rolling them softly, achingly. She leaned forward and slowly began to move, whimpering with need as she rode him.

With her eyes closed she could imagine him to be someone else, that she could be somewhere else. Slowly and surely she found her rhythm, her body adapted to the thickness nestled inside of her. She whimpered and moaned, her hips moved, taking his cock in and out of her body. She could feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge, every pulse of need as he moved inside her.

"Mhh," she gasped, her hips moving faster. Her body clung to him, her cunt squeezed his cock like it was her only lifeline. She needed this, wanted this. She could feel the tears on her cheeks and ignored them, instead focusing on the tension growing in the belly, and the way her body ached and stretched around the cock inside her.

"More," she demanded in Dothraki, "fuck me," she cried. She grit her teeth and gasped and threw her body down onto his cock, burying him fully inside her, stretching her body painfully full.

This is good, it was fantastic, she told herself, crying out as she rode her Dothraki guard. She lost herself in it, the feeling of him inside her.. Her hands pressed against his broad chest, her fingers dug into his flesh as she held onto him, she spread her legs wider, drove herself down harder.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, her teeth clenched and eyes shut. He grunted something in Dothraki but she barely heard him, she was close, so close.

"Please," she begged in the common tongue, "Please," she moaned, her body shaking.

She did not hear the second Dothraki approach. But she did feel the hand on her back, large, rough, and calloused.

Daenerys froze, the unexpected touch snapped her back to reality, her head spun around. The Dothraki's hand slipped up her sweat covered back up until it was around her neck. She looked back shocked to see the second guard staring at her, lust in his eyes, his cock out and hard, even larger than the man currently inside her.