The Dragon that Decides 11 (Patreon)

another Daenerys smut chapter plus a little (very tiny smidgen) bit of plot progression.

The Dragon that Decides
Chapter 11

-VB-

Daenerys sat before her man, legs spread out and her swollen pregnant belly in full display to the man who impregnated her.

He hovered over her, visibly pleased by what he saw. He tilted forward and caught her lips in a kiss, caressing her body with his hands. Her hands came up and caught both sides of his cheeks, drawing him for a deeper and longer passionate kiss.

She wanted to enjoy this.

She wanted more.

She wondered what her younger self - only a year younger but younger nonetheless - would say and feel if she saw herself doing all sorts of debaucherous things she’d only seen whores do before.

And what her younger self would feel if she was told that she enjoyed the nightly sex. Having her womanhood roughly penetrated, her hair pulled back as a handle, tits fondled and milked, kneeling to suck a man’s dick-.

She broke the kiss with a “chu” of wet lips parting. She looked up at him as a hand came up and swept her hair around her ear. She wondered what he thought about her every time he brought her to bed.

This was nothing like what she experienced as a khaleesi. She wasn’t respected or beloved.

She was a woman.

And … and …

She panted with want as he hooked his arms underneath her legs and pulled her up. She felt his dick smoothly slip into her womanhood, and she moaned as his full length parted her folds apart in one go.

‘He’s conditioning me like a dog,’ she shivered and panted as she bounced in his arms.

Every night, her body readied itself to be used.

And every night, she went to sleep filled with his seed, deliriously ecstatic, and wanting more.

Every night, she opened her legs and let him use her like a toy.

She wasn’t his partner.

She was his pet. His fuckable pet.

To be fucked and bred whenever he wanted. Her claims to the Westerosi throne was just a convenient tool, a “plus” that hadn’t mattered when he wasn’t concerned about building a kingdom for himself.

She pulled herself forward and caught his lips with a kiss of her own, and fought a desperate battle of tongues.

The sound of her womanhood being plundered echoed in the room. It aroused her even more, making her heart flutter faster and leave her hotter than before.

Her eyes crossed while kissing as she orgasmed, but her man wasn’t so merciful or kind tonight to let her rest before continuing. He pumped her right through her climax. Now, he lifted her higher and higher with each stroke, teasing her at the peak of the pull with only the head of his dick left inside of her before slamming her back down to sharply clap her ass against him and impale her thoroughly with the full length of his dick.

He fucked her every night, but somehow, she didn’t get used to it like she did with Drogo.

Ah, right. It’s bad form to think about her former husband when she was fucking her current man.

She squealed as she climaxed again, and felt him fill her womanhood with more of his seed.

It amazed her every time she had sex just how much he could pump out.

She shivered on top of him with his dick still inside of her. Resting her head on his shoulder and pressing her body onto him, she held onto him before she answered him.

“Let’s do it as quickly as possible,” she told him. “Let’s get that throne so… so we can go back to enjoying each other.”

“I’m surprised you wanted it done quickly,” he said but unkindly as he let her down onto her back and then to her side. He pulled himself out of her, and she shuddered as his seeds dribbled out of her even as her womanhood squeezed an empty hole left as an impression of her man’s dick. She felt herself slowly close up, and more of his seeds flowed out of her. “I guess I don’t quite have a perfect read on you as I thought I did.”

She smirked tiredly. “Oh, does the mighty dragon not know everything?” she teased.

“Shush, my little doll,” he grunted even as his hand came around and caressed her pregnant belly gently. “I know enough.”

Daenerys snuggled into his embrace and sighed in content.

She had really changed. Before, she would have never been satisfied with merely being a woman.

Maybe it was the man in her life that changed and molded her.

When she was with her big brother, he was domineering and cruel, though never abusive. When she was with Drogo, she was part of him as much as he was part of his khalasar. When she was with Carna (the least peasant sounding name he had), she was his pet.

But she was not without power as a pet.

“Since when do you care for the opinion of your doll?” she cooed quietly as her eyes drifted close. “Face it, my big bad dragon, you’re going soft on me.”

He laughed, and it sounded pleasant to her ears. “And you’ve grown a little bit braver than when I first met you. You didn’t challenge me like that before.” He gave her a peck on her cheek before pulling the comforter over them to ward off the cold night.  “Sleep. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

She was already asleep.

-VB-

“You are sure you want to go for the quick path?” he asked her in the morning after breakfast.

Wearing only a thin silk nightwear that was too revealing to wear outside but leaving her pleasing to his eyes, she nodded while sitting next to him and leaning on his shoulder.

“Yes, and I have an idea about how we will go about getting support from the Free Cities,” she replied as she took a sip of wine from her bronze cup. Though they were not of the city, it had been easy enough to purchase a manor with gold from the other world, where it wasn’t as valuable as it was here.

“Oh? Does my doll have an idea she wants to share?”

She nodded. “Free Cities will all be wary of us. They will believe that we will come to conquer, but when we have all of Westeros in our hands, such a thing is unnecessary.”

“True.”

“So I will take it seem like I am ‘considering’ a campaign in Essos if I am sent to Westeros with an army to conquer it. In fact, I will offer each of the Free Cities trade and non-aggression agreements. This will be far more useful than simply telling them that I will agree to pay back the loans and supports. After all, with a mighty dragon bigger than anything Aegon the Conqueror had, ‘my’ success is all but set in stone.”

“It is,” Carna hummed before he turned and gave her a kiss on her forehead. “Then let’s go with that. Shall we start with Braavos today?”

She fidgeted. “Can we…”

“Hmm?”

“Can we wait until tomorrow? I don’t think we can have private time for some time if we were to start right away. So … maybe a day for me to think about how I would talk to the Free Cities and one more time for ourselves?”

“Not just brave, you’re getting greedier, too.”

She flushed a little.

“W-Well, I’m going to be a queen!”

He chuckled. “My queen doll, hmm? For me to use as I please~.”

She shivered. “Y-yeah.”

Daenerys Targaryen knew that she would be nothing more than a puppet, but who said being a puppet would be a bad thing?