Submission of the Dragon Queen

The clash happened sooner than anyone expected.

Your host had just crossed the Rush when dragonfire lit the southern sky. Three massive shadows wheeled overhead, and the ground shook as Daenerys Targaryen landed her forces directly in your path near the edges of the Crownlands. She had come to parley, or so her messenger claimed.

You met her on a wide grassy field between the two armies. You rode forward with Melisandre at your side, heavily pregnant and radiant, Sansa and Val a few paces behind. Daenerys approached on foot after dismounting Drogon, flanked by Jorah Mormont and Grey Worm. She looked every bit the conqueror in her flowing white and gold, silver hair braided, violet eyes blazing with arrogance and curiosity.

The parley was short and tense.

“You call yourself King in the North,” Daenerys said, voice carrying across the field. “Yet you march on my city with a savage host and a red sorceress.”

You smiled coldly. “And you bring foreign armies and monsters to conquer the realm that is mine by right of blood and conquest.”

Words turned sharp. Accusations flew. Then Melisandre stepped forward, placed both hands on her swollen belly, and spoke a single word in Valyrian. One of the dragons - Rhaegal - roared and dipped his head toward you, green eyes glowing.

Daenerys’s face twisted in fury and shock.

Before her Unsullied could react, you gave the signal. Your wildlings and northern cavalry surged. The battle was chaotic and one-sided in its opening moments — your numbers and the element of surprise overwhelming her Unsullied vanguard while the dragons were momentarily distracted by Melisandre’s strange influence.

You cut your way straight to her.

Daenerys fought like a lioness with a dagger, but you disarmed her, grabbed her by the silver braid, and dragged her kicking and screaming back behind your lines. Jorah died trying to reach her. The dragons roared in fury but did not burn the field — something in Melisandre’s magic and the child in her womb held them at bay for precious minutes.

By nightfall, you had the Dragon Queen bound and stripped in the center of your camp.

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Hundreds of your men gathered in a wide circle around a raised platform built quickly from captured wagons and shields. Torches blazed. Melisandre stood at the front, chanting softly, belly glowing like a lantern. Sansa, Val, and your other women watched with varying degrees of satisfaction and hunger.

Daenerys Targaryen, the Breaker of Chains, Mother of Dragons, was naked on all fours in the center of the platform, wrists bound behind her back, a collar of iron around her slender throat. Her perfect, pale ass was raised high, silver hair spilling across her back.

You stepped onto the platform, cock already freed and rock-hard.

“Mother of Dragons,” you said loudly, voice carrying across the clearing. “Breaker of Chains. Look at you now.”

Daenerys spat at your feet. “You are nothing but a savage bastard playing at kingship. My dragons will burn you and your red whore-”

You silenced her by grabbing her silver hair and forcing your thick cock past her lips. Her violet eyes widened as you pushed deep into her warm, wet mouth. She gagged instantly, throat convulsing around the head of your shaft. You held her there, savoring the tight heat, before beginning to fuck her face with slow, deliberate thrusts.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she choked and sputtered, drool already running down her chin and dripping onto her tits. You used her mouth relentlessly, hips rocking forward until her nose pressed against your pelvis on every third thrust. The crowd cheered every time she gagged loudly.

Melisandre stepped closer, rubbing her enormous pregnant belly with one hand while holding the chain with the other. “Suck your king properly, Your Grace,” she purred. “Or I will let the entire army take turns down that royal throat.”

Daenerys glared up at you with pure hatred, but the pressure on her scalp and the chain **** her to obey. Her tongue began moving reluctantly against the underside of your cock as you used her face.

After several long minutes of face-fucking that left her coughing and gasping, you pulled out. Thick strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to your glistening shaft. You dragged her up by the hair and bent her forward over a wide wooden beam, kicking her legs apart so her ass and cunt were fully exposed to the army.

You dragged the fat head of your cock up and down her slit, coating yourself in her unwilling wetness. She was soaked - shamefully so. With one powerful thrust you buried half your length into her tight royal cunt.

Daenerys cried out sharply, body jerking against her bonds. “Fuck- you’re too big!”

You gripped her hips and drove deeper, stretching her walls around your thick cock until you were buried to the hilt. Then you began fucking her in earnest, long, heavy strokes that made her perfect ass ripple with every impact. The wet, obscene sounds of your cock slamming into her pussy echoed through the clearing. Her tits swung beneath her as you railed her harder, one hand fisted in her silver hair to keep her head up so the men could see her face contort in pain and unwanted pleasure.

“Gods… hate you… I’ll kill you for this…” she gasped between moans, but her hips were starting to push back against you.

You spanked her ass hard, leaving bright red handprints on her pale skin. Then you reached around and rubbed her clit with rough, relentless circles. Daenerys’s moans grew louder, more broken. Her cunt fluttered and clenched around your thrusting cock as you edged her cruelly - bringing her close, then slowing your pace until she whimpered in frustration.

You pulled out of her pussy with a wet pop and pressed the head against her tighter hole. Daenerys tensed.

“No, not there, you bastard!”

You ignored her. You pushed forward steadily, forcing her virgin asshole to stretch obscenely around your girth. She screamed as the thick head popped inside, then sobbed as you fed her another inch, then another. The pressure was incredible - scorching hot and vice-tight. You worked yourself deeper with short, firm thrusts until your heavy balls rested against her dripping cunt.

Then you started fucking her ass.

Deep. Slow. Thorough. Letting every man watch as the Dragon Queen’s royal asshole swallowed your entire cock again and again. You pulled her back by the collar, arching her spine so her tits thrust forward while you reamed her. Sweat poured down her body. Her moans had turned hoarse and animalistic.

You switched holes repeatedly - pounding her cunt for a dozen strokes, then pulling out and forcing your way back into her now-gaping ass. Each time you denied yourself release, even as your balls ached and your cock throbbed inside her. You wanted her ruined and **** first.

Daenerys was shaking uncontrollably now, drooling, tears and sweat mixing on her face, both holes red and twitching every time you pulled out.

You leaned over her back, cock buried balls-deep in her ass once more, and growled loud enough for the front rows to hear:

“This is only the beginning, Daenerys. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll beg to carry my bastard in that Targaryen womb.”

Melisandre smiled with dark delight, the firelight dancing across her pregnant form as the army roared its approval.

You weren’t finished with the Dragon Queen yet. Not by a long shot.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​