A/N: Axel has to deal with a needy dragon.
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"Take me with you."
Axel looks at her in confusion for a moment before understanding dawns. Then, he huffs.
"You eavesdropped on mine and Snow's conversation."
Daenerys sees no reason to hide it. She just nods, having overheard every word. From the sound of things, the Walkers and their wights were getting closer and closer to the Wall. The Great Other was making his move. And Axel Baratheon was going to fly north tomorrow to deal with things.
Don't get her wrong, healing for hours and hours today had actually been quite satisfying in a way. Much like back in Slaver's Bay, there was no real monotony to it. Every new 'patient' was a different person with their own ailment or injury. They all needed her help in a different way and they all had their own gratitude to give her once she was done.
Truth be told, Daenerys could have spent the rest of her days just healing the smallfolk of King's Landing and she probably would have been content. Fulfilled, even. It was so much easier than having the fate of the world on her shoulders.
… But at the same time, despite everything Melisandre had done to her, Daenerys knew the Red Priestess had been preparing her for something. Axel was only ever supposed to be one of the obstacles in her path. Her true destiny, at least according to Melisandre and her Red God, was to defeat the Great Other and his White Walkers.
Of course, Daenerys wasn't delusional enough to think that she was really Azor Ahai Reborn or anything like that at this point. Axel was so much stronger than her and her dragons that it wasn't even funny. Daenerys could match his power for a couple minutes at most, and any longer ran the risk of killing her draconic sons.
But that didn't mean she couldn't be of use to him. Her and her dragons… well, what better way to fight ice than with fire?
"You might have need of me and my dragons up at the Wall. I suspect the Others will be susceptible to dragonfire. And if not them, then their undead armies will be at the very least."
For a moment, Axel seems to consider it. But then he shakes his head, making Daenerys frown.
"No. This is a scouting mission, Daenerys. I'm flying north to assess the situation and find out for myself just how bad things really are. Eventually, you and your dragons might be needed, but not right now. You'd just slow me down."
That… Daenerys jerks back as if physically struck. The worst part is, she can't exactly refute him. Its funny to look back at when they were still enemies and realize Axel truly had nothing to really fear from her and her dragons' numbers. Sure there were three dragons and that meant they could split up and be in different parts of Westeros within hours, but Axel… Axel Baratheon could fly so fast that he could be in any part of Westeros within THE hour at most.
Put bluntly, he just hadn't known how fast her dragons could fly, and that had led to him acting with an overabundance of caution against her. But Daenerys suspected that neither Melisandre nor even R'hllor had known how fast Axel really was either, or the Red Priestess would never have suggested her plan of splitting up Daenerys' dragons in the first place.
If they had gone with that strategy, the moment Axel started moving they would have already lost because they would have forced him to be as lethal as he possibly could be. It wouldn't have been like the duel over Blackwater Bay where he toyed with her and her dragons. He would have fought to kill as fast as possible and Daenerys and all three of her sons would have been dead within the day.
Truth be told, he and her children had gotten lucky. Very, very lucky.
Still… Daenerys can't help but continue to argue her point.
"You can't afford to leave me behind, Axel. You NEED to take me with you."
That brings the King to a stop in the Red Keep corridor where they're currently standing. He looks at her with a raised brow and gestures wordlessly for her to explain herself. Straightening up, Daenerys thrusts out her chin.
"You've given me back one of my dragons, Your Grace. If you leave now who's to say I won't use Drogon to fly over to Dragonstone and retrieve Rhaegal and Viserion as well? And then, there will be nobody left to stop me from taking over King's Landing and crowning myself Queen of the Seven Kingdoms while you're gone. You can't afford to leave me unattended!"
There's a long pause at that as Axel just stares at her. Daenerys thinks she's making a pretty good point, all things considered. Sure, she and her dragons have nothing on Axel's power, but there's not a doubt in her mind that she's the second most powerful being in Westeros aside from him. If he-!
Violet eyes widen as Axel suddenly steps into her personal space. Daenerys finds herself walking backwards until she's trapped between him and the wall behind her, her mouth opening but no words coming out as he looms over her.
"Really? That's how you want to play this?"
Daenerys tries to say something again, only for Axel to smack his palm against the stone beside her head, making her freeze up as the wall behind her shakes from the blow. Not in fear though… and Axel smirks at her knowingly, clearly able to tell as much. Before she can speak, his other hand is suddenly cupping her crotch through her dress, palming her pussy mound and giving it a good, hard grope.
The last Targaryen gasps as the King finds her quickly growing moist at his touch. Grinding the heel of his palm against her cunt through the dress, he fondles her for several long moments as Daenerys gets more and more aroused in the process. Until eventually, she's grasping at his wrist and forearm for support while grinding her slit against his hand and humping his fingers, all the while groaning and moaning.
With a grunt, Axel just flips her around, pushing her face first into the wall. He hikes up the back of her dress and Daenerys eagerly arches her back and thrusts out her naked ass towards him, half expecting him to fuck her right there in the castle corridor.
She doesn't really care who sees. She just wants to feel his cock again. But instead, Daenerys gets Axel's fingers once more. Exploratory and domineering, his digits drive into her sex from behind, lifting her up onto her tiptoes as he hooks his fingers inside of her and yanks upwards.
Whimpering, Daenerys squirms as she finds herself trapped between the wall and her King. As he fingers her roughly with his digits, plowing away at her now-sopping pussy, Axel leans in close, right next to her ear, and growls.
"What was that about trying to overthrow me, Daenerys?"
Shaking her head, Daenerys whines. But that just makes Axel bring his other hand down on her pale ass, spanking her right then and there.
S-SMACK!
"Tell me, if I leave you here in King's Landing, are you going to disobey my orders? Are you going to try to steal my throne?"
"N-No… no, my King… I won't… I can't… I'm nothing, I'm nobody…"
Axel growls, fingering her even harder and making Daenerys cry out in an ugly fashion at how good it feels. He knows exactly how to treat her. He knows how to tease her.
"You're not nothing or nobody, Daenerys Targaryen. You're MINE. And don't you ever forget that."
"Y-Yes… yes, my King… I'm yours… oh by the Seven, I'm y-yours…"
Axel's fingers curl again, raking across her insides in just the right way. More effective in that moment then even that though are the two words he murmurs right into her ear as he does so.
"Good girl."
Daenerys comes undone right then and there, a pitiful whine emitting from her lips as she cums all over Axel's fingers, shuddering and quivering and quaking her way through the resulting orgasm. Then, the King follows up by pulling his digits out of her quim and bringing them around to her lips, where Daenerys doesn't even hesitate to open up and begin dutifully and submissively licking them clean of her own fluids right there on the spot.
There's no coming back from that. They both know he more than has her measure at this point and that she can't possibly convince him she'll do anything he wouldn't approve of while he's gone. When his fingers finally leave her lips completely, Daenerys turns around and slumps back against the wall, hanging her head in shame.
"W-Wait… where are you going?!"
Axel looks back at her and snorts in amusement.
"I'm leaving in the morning my dear. I have a lot of people to explain myself to before I go. Go and find your handmaiden and have her draw you a bath. She can take care of your needs while she's at it."
That… Daenerys can only whine piteously again as Axel turns and continues walking away. While she loved Missandei with all her heart and sharing a bath with the other woman did sound like quite a nice time… it was nothing compared to Axel's cock, which she hadn't even gotten so much of a glimpse of in this encounter.
… He'd done that on purpose. Gotten her all riled up, made her cum, and then left her hanging. Fuck, the denial was arousing her even more. She was such a mess…
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He's telling the truth, to be fair. Axel definitely would have gone further with Daenerys, but he does have a lot of people to talk to tonight before he departs in the morning. And so he leaves the trembling Targaryen in a puddle of her own juices to recover herself and stumble her way back to her quarters.
As anticipated, most of the people he tells are just sort of resigned to the way he does things at this point. For instance, it might as well be renamed the Queensguard by now for how much the Kingsguard can actually do to protect him. Axel might have let a couple of them accompany him into the city for Daenerys' first healing event, but the reality was, they were much more useful protecting his Queens and unborn children rather than wasting time standing guard over Axel himself.
As such, Lord Commander Arys takes the news that Axel is flying to the Wall with only Jon Snow as company on the chin. Stannis does as well, really. Although the Lord Hand doesn't look like he believes Axel when he says that he's only going up there to assess the situation. He doesn't look like he believes it one bit.
But he's at least mollified by the orders Axel gives him to prepare letters calling the entirety of the Seven Kingdoms to war if it proves necessary. If the White Walkers are really menacing the Wall, if the Others have come again and are attacking Westeros at the behest of their deity, this 'Great Other', then all of the Seven Kingdoms will have to rise up in defense of their lands.
There's still a chance that Axel will be able to handle it himself though. Hell, he'd turned out to be far stronger than Daenerys and her dragons at first, so who was to say how he might measure up to literal ice demons from the ancient history of the world.
Axel and Jon Snow would take a trip up to the Wall, speak with the wildlings and their leader, and find out what there was to find out. If need be, then Axel would have Stannis order the Seven Kingdoms to call their banners. If it turned out to not be necessary, then the letters would never be sent.
In the end, the individuals Axel has to spend the most time placating are, as always, his Queens. It's not that Sansa and Arianne want to necessarily stop him from going, but they're still not very happy about it. So of course, Axel spends the entire night sharing their bed and cuddling with his two Queens, making sure that they know they are loved.
Tomorrow he might be leaving them, but Axel has every intention of returning all the same. And perhaps with a couple of trophies from the Others as well…
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A/N: Tomorrow, we go to the Wall!
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