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The Fall of Dragons	By : Carlos_Danger Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 46348 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Get away!" she screamed, leaping from the bed.
Daenerys knew what his words meant. The Horde had chosen Asillio, and Asillo had chosen her as his queen.
She would be beneath no man again. For all her life, she had suffered under their oppression. They mocked her, used her and made her their slave. Her freedom had been won in blood. Never again.
She looked down at her night table, rage blazing bright in her eyes as they fell on the dagger. Without another moment's hesitation, she grabbed the gilded hilt and sprang up on her bed, stabbing down at Asillio's massive chest. He smoothly turned out of her path, clamped his iron hand around her wrist, and flung her effortlessly down on her back.
He spoke softly as his grip tightened on her wrist, forcing her to release the blade. "It doesn't have to be this way, my queen. Give yourself to me and I will give you everything."
Daenerys raged in royal defiance. " Release me, dog! I will have your head for this!" Sadness fell on Asillio's strong face. "This is what is best for you, my love."
He leaned on her, pressing her to the bed with his immense weight and pulling at her robes. "No!" she shrieked reflexively, but he paid her no heed. His powerful hands easily and gently tore her coverings away. She fought to keep her clothing, but he carefully maneuvered her soft, pale arms where he wanted them. She struggled to rise, but it was useless beneath his bulk. Pressed against her womanhood, she felt his massive bulge throb and swell hard in his pants.
As he freed the last fabric from her body, she grew silent. Her breath was heavy. Her rage blended with fear. She knew he would take what he wanted. She could not stop him. She was truly alone now. Her glorious vision had betrayed her, leaving her at the mercy of a repulsive, hulking savage. Still, she was the Mother of Dragons, heir to the Iron Throne. She would not submit to this mongrel.
A rough hand drew down her cheek and laid on her breast, the warm sensation causing her nipples to harden and goosebumps to raise across her skin. It had been so long since she had been touched. She pulled back her hand, clenched it tight and struck him in the face. His disappointment turning to frustration, Asillo grabbed her arm and roughly flipped her onto her stomach. Danny gasped at the sudden, powerful jerk pulling her momentarily into the air. She knew she had angred him. For all of her pride and anger, her fear finally stilled her struggles.
She lay bare, face down on her royal bed. Behind her she heard her most loyal guard removing his vest. She tried to slow her panicked breathing. She remembered her first night with Drogo. She thought she would never make it through his barbaric lovemaking as he relentlessly drove his long, thick manhood deep into her delicate, young body without a moment's rest until the sun finally broke in the sky. But she made it through. That was five years ago. She was a virgin then. She clenched her jaw and fought back tears as she heard his pants drop.
Daenerys gripped tightly at her blankets as she felt his naked thighs brush against hers. There was no going back now. Her breathing accelerated as he leaned onto her, his gritty, clammy skin covering her quivering body. A hot, hard lump pressed against her smooth nether regions.
Disbelief claimed her thoughts for a moment. He must have pressed his knee to her .. or something. It couldn't be... But it was. The obscene girth of his member sent panic racing through her, gripping her stomach and sending chills across her skin.
Drogo was long and thick. This was something different. The bulk that now slid up and down along her soft, round ass was not so long, but it was far thicker. Daenerys's heart sank, her hopes abandoning her. She had not had anything more than two fingers inside of her since Drogo. She didn't know if she could bear the pain to come.
All these thoughts vanished when she felt his monstrous tip testing her clenching cunt. Her breath heaved and shuddered with panic. She tried in vain to stifle her whimpers. The fat member pushed into her, gaining no entrance. A shaky cry escaped her.
"Relax, my queen. Don't fight it." he whispered. Daenerys reflexively clenched harder.
He pushed again, a little harder. "It doesn't have to hurt so much."
Danny groaned and whimpered as she strained against the coming assault. Tears began to fall. She buried her face in the bedding and bit down on her blankets. He pressed again, this time gaining purchase and harshly shoving the dry, swollen end of his manhood inside her. Pain exploded as he tore her wider than she had ever been. She shrieked into the bed, clawing at her hair.
He paused, leaving her gasping and choking back her sobs. "You see, my queen? I have much to offer you. I would satisfy you in every way. Will you not be my woman?"
"Never! " she shouted through her burning pain.
With a grunt of frustration, he thrust in with all his weight, ripping through her supple sex and driving his cruel bulk halfway in. Daenerys lifted her head, eyes wide with shock, and released a squalling wail that would surely echo through the streets below. He slammed into her again, driving deeper through her tearing walls. She bawled openly.
He thrust again, entering her fully, his hips pressed tightly against her quivering ass. She was losing herself in the pain. She cried, shrieked and clawed frantically in front of her, trying futilely to pull away. The only thing holding her back from begging was her pride.
"Tell me you want it. Tell me you love it!" he groaned, with another brutal thrust. Daenerys fought between her involuntary cries, "AAAAH... gnnn... NO!... GHAAAA! ...PIG! "
"You will be mine!" he roared, pulling out fullly and slamming inside her again. She buried her face again as the brute began raping her with all his strength. He hammered her raw cunt viciously, grunting with effort and groaning in pleasure. She shook with every powerful thrust, the force of his assault jarring her spine from her hips to her head. Tears drenched her blanket. She squalled like a dying animal beneath his abuse.
She felt as if she would rip in half. The excruciating pressure bent her mind, sending flurries of random frantic thoughts tumbling through her. His enormous bulk pressed hard against everything inside her. Somewhere inside her, a spot of aching pressure began to warm and soften. Her stretched cunt flowed slick around his once dry bulk. A tension built in her. Her limbs spasmed. Her pussy quivered and clenched even tighter around him.
"No!" her voice screamed in her head. "He cannot make me! I won't allow him to... " But it was too late. She gushed and convulsed, crying out in unwanted pleasure, agony and shame.
Suddenly he withdrew. She gasped at the shock of relief, finding her raw, burning womanhood gaping and empty. His rough hand clamped around her neck, pulling her from the bed to the floor.
"Open your mouth!" he demanded. Daenerys looked up from her knees, the foul, throbbing meat pressing against her cheek. Panting, face wet with tears, she gritted her teeth and remained silent.
He grabbed her mouth, forcing It open and shoved in the tip of his tip. Immediately she felt the forceful burst of thick, hot seed coat the back of her throat. It filled her mouth, the salty slime running over her tongue, squirting past her lips and dripping down her breasts. She couldn't breathe. As she began to choke and gag he released her. She fell on all fours, coughing and vomiting thick, white liquid.
After several moments regaining her breath, she looked up, strands of glistening cum hanging from her chin and saw Asillo staring down at her, a look of disgust clear on his face.
"I am your Khal. If you will not be my queen, you will still serve the Horde." He lifted her limp form from the cold floor and placed her beneath his arm. She was too weak to fight. She couldn't muster a single kick from her numb legs. He opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, carrying the Dragon Queen naked and defiled from her private chambers, his seed still wet on her face. In her stupor, she became aware of the howling Dothraki growing louder in her ears. They rounded a corner and she lifted her head to see the Great Hall... full of wild Dothraki screamers staring back at her.
The room fell silent as Asillo hauled her smooth, supple body towards the thone. Reaching the steps, he flung her carelessly to the stones and sat meaningfully down on the Iron Throne.
With a wave of his hand, the Horde exploded in ecstatic howls and rushed toward her.
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