A/N: Daenerys joins the harem.
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Finally. After Drogo's death, Daenerys never thought she would be looking forward to bedding a man again, let alone submitting to one like this. And yet… here she was. She'd been waiting for this for two weeks, one of which had been spent spying on Axel Baratheon and his women from secret passages far more than she ever imagined she would.
She was ready. More than ready, she was eager. Daenerys was pretty sure that Axel hadn't intended today to be some sort of seduction leading to this very moment, but it might as well have been. Flying with her in his arms, taking her to see her dragons, allowing her to have Drogon with her here in King's Landing…
When the time finally comes, when Axel finally steps into the bedchambers, Daenerys doesn't hesitate to step forward and shuck off the see-through shift she's wearing. Beneath it, her body is naked and bared… and glistening with oils massaged into her flesh by a combination of Missandei and Tyene Sand's hands.
She has an audience to her submission of course. As she'd told Axel, all of his women are here. From his Queens to his concubines… to even her loyal handmaiden. But to his credit, the Baratheon King only has eyes for Daenerys in this moment. His gaze seems to feast upon her naked flesh, sliding down over the swell of her breasts to the curve of her hips and thighs.
As he moves deeper into the room, Daenerys moves to meet him… and drops to her knees before him the moment that she's close enough. Her hands come up to begin wordlessly pulling open his breeches, something that the King just watches her do in silence.
Until finally, Daenerys reaches in and wraps her hand around Axel's mast. Carefully, she extracts his thickening cock from its confines. Her nudity has already made him start to grow hard in her grasp and as she gazes up at him with violet eyes, Daenerys smiles, stroking him the rest of the way to fully erect with both hands.
This is the truth of Daenerys Targaryen. At her heart, she is no leader. Queen? Don't make her laugh. She'd been fooled into thinking she was for a time, certainly. Daenerys had been tricked by both well-meaning servants and also those of ill intent into thinking that she was meant to rule.
But no. Her place was here, on her knees, submitting to a proper King. If not for Melisandre, perhaps she would still have Drogo, her sun and stars to kneel to. But the Red Priestess had ruined that for her. The Red Priestess had taken that from Daenerys and frankly, she was glad the witch was dead.
Not that Axel is in any way second best, Daenerys must silently admit. As she slides her lips up and down his cock, she can't help but admire his sheer size, girth, and power. His shaft throbs in her mouth, pulsating against her tongue in a way that makes her let out a muffled moan as her violet eyes flutter, threatening to close shut entirely.
She loses herself in the lurid act for a time, forgetting where she is, the audience of onlookers… honestly, she even forgets about Axel himself for a brief moment. All that matters is his cock. All that matters is worshipping it with all her heart.
He should have killed her, really. She'd more than earned death for all she'd done. But it's not even Daenerys' own life that she's grateful for. It's the fact that he spared Missandei and the Unsullied… and most critically of all, he spared her dragons.
By all accounts, he should have killed them all dead. The Kraken that Euron Greyjoy had commanded wasn't shown similar mercy, after all. Axel Baratheon was far stronger than her and her dragons and it was only by nearly killing her precious draconic children herself that Daenerys could even hope to equal his strength. But her power was temporary at best if she didn't want to sacrifice her sons. Axel's power… was eternal.
Daenerys is pulled out of her thoughts for a moment by Axel's hand coming down on her head. He gazes down at her with bright blue Baratheon eyes. The Usurper's eyes, from what she'd been told. And he smiles, even as he guides her up and down his cock a bit more… forcefully.
"Gagkh… Gagkh… Gagkh…"
She chokes a bit, gurgling and gagging as he pushes down the back of her throat slowly but surely. Daenerys doesn't mind though. She enjoys the rough treatment. She enjoys having the chance to make it clear just how far her submission extends.
Axel could have killed her dragons and imprisoned her until she broke. He could have used the likes of Missandei to compel Daenerys to do whatever he wanted even with her children dead. But he hadn't. He'd kept them alive. He'd kept her alive. And truth be told, he'd set her free.
His words from earlier in the day flit through Daenerys' head in that moment.
"We have both been tricked, fooled, and thoroughly used Daenerys. But that doesn't make either of us monsters. You must rise beyond past mistakes and simply do better in the future. That is the only path forward in the face of failure."
Shivering, Daenerys redoubles her efforts. Her tongue slides along the hot underside of Axel's meaty cock and her throat convulses around the bulbous head of his member as it pushes deeper again and again. Until finally…
"Here it comes, Daenerys."
Daenerys' eyes snap open at the warning. She tries to prepare herself as best she can… but as previously mentioned, she's never done this before. She thinks she knows what to expect but seeing is different from experiencing. His seed explodes into her mouth and all Daenerys can do is swallow and try not to drown.
In the end, it winds up coming back out of her mouth and spilling down her chin and onto her glistening breasts. The last Targaryen makes a mess of herself in her failure, shame filling every pore of her being as she fails to swallow more than a third of Axel's load. The rest of it winds up on her body instead of in her belly.
When Axel finally pulls out of her mouth with a pop, Daenerys is left gasping for air and with a dire need to apologize for her incompetence. However, before she can… Missandei is already there. The King doesn't say anything, so clearly he doesn't mind, but Daenerys is still caught off guard by how swiftly her handmaiden and lover appears kneeling next to her.
Just as naked as she is, Missandei's mouth slams into Daenerys' at first, before she quickly goes from kissing her to swirling her tongue all over Daenerys' face. Before she knows it, the dark-skinned woman is cleaning her up in an expert fashion, working her tongue this way and that from Daenerys' cheeks to her chin all the way down to her messy breasts.
All the while, Axel watches wordlessly from just a foot away. But he doesn't stroke his own cock… no, Missandei does that too. Daenerys' eternally loyal handmaiden wasn't lying when she said she would share this burden with her Mistress. Even as she's cleaning Daenerys up, Missandei is also reaching out behind her, a hand wrapped around Axel's cock and stroking it up and down to keep him hard and ready for another round.
Until finally, she pulls back, her tongue swiping the last traces of what she's doing from her lips as she gives Daenerys a wide smile and a reassuring nod.
Again, Daenerys doesn't even get the chance to respond before Axel is picking her up off the ground, lifting into the air. Instinctively, she wraps her arms and legs around his body, clinging to him as she feels his cock slide up under her. He's so big… so thick and hard and ready to take her.
Leaning in close, Axel finally breaks his silence, but Daenerys is fairly certain that his voice is too low for anyone but her to hear what he actually says.
"I'm not going to hold back as much with you. You can take more of me than my other women can. Prepare yourself."
She shivers at the words, feeling an anticipation fill every fiber of her being. Yes… yes, she could call upon power that would allow her to take more of Axel far faster and deeper and harder than any of his other women could handle.
No wonder he was going to fuck her like this though. If he'd fucked her on any surface like a bed or wall or dresser, there would have been damage. The furniture in particular wouldn't have survived. Wrapping her legs more securely around his waist, Daenerys nods to make it clear that she heard him. And then… she reaches out to her connection with Drogon, drawing upon some of that power to reinforce and steady herself.
It's not enough to make any of her draconic features manifest, but it is enough to make her eyes glow orange and her veins fill with fire beneath her pale skin, even as Axel sinks her down on his cock. Despite his words, he starts off almost painfully slow at first, sliding her down his length inch after inch.
Daenerys is grateful for it though. How long has it been since she felt the touch of a man? Months and months now, really, but it feels more like years and years. And Axel… Axel is no ordinary man. His shaft fills her up deeper than she can ever remember being filled before, until at long last her pussy lips kiss the base of his member. He's fully sheathed inside of her quim and Daenerys is in turn fully impaled on Axel's big… fat… cock.
The King gives her but a moment to adjust and then he starts to truly fuck her. His hands on her ass cheeks, groping and squeezing both quite roughly, he starts to slide her up and down his cock, rocking his hips faster and faster from below.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh quickly fills the room… and then escalates further, getting louder and more frantic by the second as Axel picks up the pace second by second, minute by minute. He's testing her limits, Daenerys' recognizes. He's seeing just how much she can take of his true strength and speed.
The answer, paradoxically, is both 'a lot' and 'not enough'. By the time Axel finds her limits, the castle floor beneath his feet is creaking ever so slightly. Daenerys, meanwhile, is wantonly moaning her heart out, in between high pitched squeals, cries, and shrieks of pleasure as he hits some particularly deep spot within her cunt and sends even more aftershocks of bliss and ecstasy through her frame.
And yet, even though her eyes and veins glow orange with her power, Daenerys knows that this is but a fraction of Axel's might even now. More than he's ever dared to visit upon his other women of course, but still not anything compared to what he could truly unleash.
She takes some solace in understanding that if he really went all out, this room and indeed the entirety of the Red Keep might not stay standing. It wasn't just her; it was also the environment that was found wanting.
… But it was also her. Even now, she's not good enough. Even as he makes her cum upon his massive cock more times than Daenerys can count, part of her is disappointed in herself. Even as her glowing eyes roll back in her skull, the pleasure completely overwhelming her… she feels inadequate.
This was her only purpose left now. To be Axel Baratheon's woman. To serve him in any way he commanded of her. Whether with her healing, her dragons… or her body. And yet, she couldn't give him the release he no doubt truly craved. She couldn't let him unleash himself on her fully.
He still cums of course, eventually. With one last grunt followed by a heartfelt groan, Axel Baratheon unloads what Daenerys imagines to be the first of many, many loads of his seed, directly into her gushing cunt. He fills her up and paints her insides white, leaving her shuddering in eye-rolling ecstasy one final time upon his cock in the process.
Then… it's done. Or at least, she's done. He's spent her completely for the moment and as he pulls her off of his cock, Daenerys feels limp and exhausted. She'll recover soon enough, but for now… she's not surprised when she gets dropped onto the nearby bed. Nor is she surprised when she watches with lidded eyes as Missandei sinks down to her knees before the King of Westeros and begins to use her skilled tongue and mouth to clean off their combined juices.
Her handmaiden had said they were in this together, after all. So it would seem they were… till the end of the line.
Fortunately, they aren't done just because Daenerys is spent. Axel steadily makes his way through his other concubines and Daenerys is even able to join back in before he gets around to properly taking Missandei. They get to enjoy Axel's cock together as a result.
The night is very long and the next morning Daenerys is very sore… but also incredibly satisfied. She knows Axel is wrong… she IS a monster at the end of the day and there's no getting around that fact. But she's Axel Baratheon's monster. And that… that she can be most content with.
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A/N: Back to the plot next time! Those Others aren't going to kill themselves!
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