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Daenerys Misadventures	By : nitchgut Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 110653 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Been busy. Sorry for the delay.
Self beta’ed as always so forgive any glaring mistakes.

Dany/Mero 2

Maybe it had been the heat or maybe the wine, either way, Daenerys could not believe what she had done. Something about the cocksure Mercenary Captain had put her on edge. His daring bravado had fueled her own.

It had been like a heat-filled dream, the audacity of it. To take a man into her mouth while inside her royal pavilion and in front of her Unsullied guards. Anyone could have walked in, anyone could have seen her. She had no doubt that no Queen in all of history had done such a thing, but she had always said she was going to be unlike any other Queen.

Thank the gods her advisers had not been there, or maybe curse them, if she had not been alone she would have never have dared.

It was just the heat and the wine, she told herself again. An almost giddy sense of disbelief coursed through her as she toyed with the lace string that held her dress on her shoulder. Just the heat and the wine.

A dozen other meetings had followed her encounter with Mero, plans and strategy, arguments and debate. The sun had set hours ago and with it the heat had lessened to an insistent but bearable warmth. Tomorrow the first stages of the siege would be set in motion, the first steps to take down the city would begin. But for tonight she had nothing to do but wait.

Daenerys stretched and yawned, it had been a long day. She eyed her bed, not quite cold but still she couldn't help but remember what Mero had said to her.

She stood and let her dress pool around her waist, naked but still warm, the desert heat left her skin damp. She strolled to her bed and slipped under the silk sheets.

Try as she might she could not help but think of the taste of him, the excitement she felt when she had held his cock between her lips, the weight of him on in her hand and on her tongue. She rolled to her back and let her mind wander back to hours ago. The shock of his face, the pleasure, the need, the want.

The wind blew against the tent. Daenerys looked out towards the entrance. She could see the shadow of her guards against the thick canvas. Her bed suddenly felt so very cold.

Her hand trailed over her skin. Her nails scraped over soft flesh, down between her breasts, over her flat stomach and lower still. She watched the tents' entrance with half-closed eyes, she chewed on her bottom lip, her breathing increased.

The Unsullied would be no use to her, but she doubted she would struggle to find a man to fulfill her needs. There was also the army of handmaidens that served her, that would fulfill any request. But no, that was not what she wished for.

A small gasp escaped her lips as her fingers slipped between her legs. She found herself swollen and wet. Just as she had been all day.

It wasn't a random man or handmaiden, or even a former bed slave that was on her mind.

Mero the Mercency, Captian of the Second Sons was undoublty a terrible man, a murderer for hire, a man who had likely killed hundreds of innocent men and women and children. Who had likely raped hundreds of women.

He was a monster.

Daenerys held back a moan as her fingers teased over her clit before sliding down her cunt. She pressed into herself and closed her eyes and licked her lips as she teased herself with her fingers.

There was little doubt he would keep his word. She had seen it in his eyes as her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. He would fight for her, he would kill for her, he would help win her the city and then he could come to her.

He wanted her. She pushed a finger inside herself and found her cunt warm and wet and wanting. This was what he wanted from her, to use her, to fuck her, to rape her if need be, to spill his seed inside her, to hear the sound of her moans and cries as he took her. That was what all men wanted from her.

"Mmh," Daenerys moaned softly as she forced more of her finger deeper inside her. Working the digit in and out of her cunt. She was soaking wet, and needy.

Another finger pushed herself wider. She rolled to her side, her hips gyrating slightly as she clamped her thighs down around her hand.

Mero would return and fulfill his promise. He would fuck her, she would let him. His thick cock that had tasted so delicious on her tongue would be deep inside her cunt in a matter of days. Faster her fingers moved, it would feel so much better than this.

Daenerys moaned.

After the battle, he would come for her. Take her. The Mercenary Captain would accept nothing less, he would not be refused.

Her cunt clenched down around her fingers, and she felt the warmth spill through her, relief and release washed over her, her cunt ached. She wanted more, more than fingers, she needed to be fucked.

She sighed, it wasn't what she needed, but it was good enough and it would do for now. Satisfied, she drifted to sleep.

---

Daenerys woke with a start. A weight, not her own, pressed into her bed. She was not alone.

Still half asleep she told herself it was nothing but a dream, an impossibility. A dozen of the world's most well-trained guards stood between her and anyone who would do her harm.

Then she felt it, fingers, warm and rough against her bare thigh, then the palm of a hand tracing up the back of her leg to the bottom of her behind. She moved to scream, to alert her guards, but her yell was drowned in the palm of a calloused hand pressed hard against her lips.

A familiar voice chuckled softly at her futile struggle. Mero, she thought and her eyes narrowed, she twisted again but even with one hand on her mouth he was easily able to overpower her.

Mero leaned over her, pinning her to her bed, his eyes wide and dark.

"Your Grace," he whispered, his grin widening. His hand lifted off her mouth but before she could respond a damp cloth was quickly shoved between her teeth. Then another was wrapped around the back of her head holding the first in place.

No more than a soft whimper escaped the gag as she yelled out for help. It tasted of dirt and sweat and her tongue thrashed against it as she struggled. She looked over to the entrance to her tent. There should be a half dozen guards watching out for her, running to their Queens aid, but there was nothing, nobody, no one was coming.

"They can't help you," Mero said as if he could read her thoughts.

Daenerys’ attention turned from where her guards should be to the man on top of her. She reached for him, she'd claw his eyes out if she had to. But in one easy movement he captured both her hands and before she knew it he rolled her onto her stomach, she grunted, then felt more cloth being wrapped around her wrists, pinning her arms behind her back.

"No need to fight My Queen. No point in fighting really," he whispered. She felt his hands on her, over her bare shoulders, trailing down her arms to her waist, he lifted himself off her and she could only imagine him leering at her naked and exposed body.

Without warning she was rolled onto her back again, arms underneath her. She glared up at him as he loomed over her, his face hidden in shadow. Hidden except for the glint in his eye and the white of his teeth as he took all of her in.

Her chest rose and fell with heavy breathes, anger, indignation, desperation and more.

"Such a pretty young Queen," he said. He reached out to her, fingers skimming over her skin leaving goosebumps in their wake. Daenerys groaned, hating the way her body responded to his touch. He cupped her breast, her nipple hardened in a stiff peak as his rough and calloused hand squeezed her soft smooth flesh.

"Do you like that, Your Grace?" he asked, mockingly before leaning down, his breath warm against her skin, against her breast. His lips brushed against her, then his teeth. It was enough to tear a gasp from behind her gag.

Daenerys could feel him chuckle, his lips and teeth pushing against her nipple as he did. He squeezed her tit, pawing it between his large hand. It made her squirm underneath him, her legs kicking, her hips thrusting out.

Then she froze, his free hand had snuck between her bare legs.

"Are you wet for me My Queen," he asked as his fingers danced lightly over her, teasing her. "did you fuck yourself with your fingers while thinking of my cock in your mouth."

The darkness hid how her face reddened as she blushed, shame washed over her. She twisted under him, moaning as he easily held her down. Her struggles did nothing but elicit a laugh from the mercenary.

There was nothing she could do. Even with her armies and her dragons she was helpless. She was at his mercy. She watched as he pulled himself free of his pants. His cock, long and hard, and ready to defile her. She watched helplessly, her heart racing as it rested against her lower stomach. Warm and hard, the length reached half way up her stomach, heavy and thick.

Daenerys' looked away from the cock and up to the face of the man who was about to rape her, then she spread her legs.

"No more teasing," he whispered, his hands ran up her sides, over her stomach, across her breasts. She watched as he licked his lips then shimmied his hips down.

The feeling of his cock, heavy and hard, sliding down her stomach sent a shiver of desire down her spine. It disgusted her as much as it turned her on. She could feel the warmth of blush on her face, neck, and chest. The way her nipples stood in hard peaks was undeniable, her cunt was practically leaking. As much as she hated it, her arousal was evident, impossible to ignore.

"One thousand slaves." Mero said as he gripped his cock and slid it across her clit, then down her slit. Daenerys moaned, flinching at the touch. "That's what the Wise Masters offered for your head."

Daenerys' eyes widened at the revelation. Mero had been in contact with the masters. Of course he had been, he was working for them after all.

"Mmhh," she moaned into her gag as the bulbous head of Mero's cock pressed against her opening. Tight and wet, her body did little to resist and she had to stop herself from thrusting her hips towards him. Stop herself from begging for this man to fuck her. Her heart pounded, her breath came in uneven and uneasy gasps.

"Fifty times that if you were brought in alive." Mero continued.

The tip of his cock pushed into her, her body willingly opening to him. Her cunt and legs spread and Daenerys groaned again into the gag, her hands balling into fists behind her back.

There was no point in playing pretend. Daenerys pushed up against him, thrusting her hips, another moan escaped her lips, her eyes slammed shut as a few more inches of his length sank into her aching cunt.

"That's it, Dragon Queen," Mero cooed. He leaned into her and over her, his body once again pressing down against her.

"Gods" Daenerys moaned into her gag, her arms pulled tight in their restraints, more of his thick cock pushed inside her, pain and pleasure coursed through her as her cunt stretched and squeezed to accommodate him. She pushed back, rolled her hips, wanting, needing more.

"They would make me a Master for you," Mero said, pulled back, Daenerys' cunt clung to his cock like it needed it to survive, then he thrust into her burying near his entire length into her young tight body. They both cried out.

"Would you like that? After I tire of you shall I bring you to them? Let them have you and your dragons?"

Daenerys moaned, her eyes rolled back as Mero began to properly fuck her. He pushed into her, thrusting his cock into her cunt, spreading her wide with a relentless pace. Their bodies crashed together, the sound of slapping flesh filled the tent. Sparks of unignorable pleasure pulsed throughout Daenerys' body, making her mew and whimper. She felt helpless, pathetic, and incredibly turned on.

She didn't care about his threats, the idea of being kidnapped and sold to the Wise Masters. She didn't care about anything but this.

"Would you like that? To be their slave? Chained to their beds? Would you like for them to fuck you every night like I am now, like the dirty whore you are?" Mero said with a groan, his hand reaching around her throat. Daenerys' body squeezed him tighter, convulsing around his cock. He wasn't sure what turned her on more, the thought of being of being a bed slave or being choked while fucked.

"Fuummf" Daenerys moaned and threw her hips up and into him driving his cock deeper still. She wished she was not gagged so she could respond, that her hands were not tied so she could fight back, roll them over and take control. But all she could do was moan and squeeze him tightly with her thighs and cunt.

He lifted her leg and she did not resist, she parted for him, let him press on leg against his shoulder, folding her near in half so he could better fuck her.

"That's it," he said and he guided her hips back, angling his own until he was once again fully seated inside her.

She trembled, then whimpered and she couldn't help but feel ashamed of how pathetic it sounded, but it didn't stop her from pushing back against him, rolling her hips against his cock. The words unsaid, but the meaning clear, she was begging to be fucked.

Not one to leave a woman wanting Mero began to move. Rolling his hips up and into her. Her body squeezed him, pulling him deeper inside her.

Daenerys moaned into her gag, her eyes rolled back. Taken, raped, defiled. She spread her legs even further. His body pressed into her, the weight of him heavy and hard, their bodies slick with sweat. With each thrust she cried into her gag, drool spilt from the sides of her mouth.

Again and again, he pushed into her and her body welcomed the defilement, warmed to him, squeezed him. She could feel the familiar pleasure building in the pit of her stomach. She could feel it grow down to the tip of her toes and behind her eyes.

Again she moaned into her gag, it was all she could do. Moan and get fucked. She had barely put up a fight against the man forcing himself on her, against the pleasure building up inside her. Too quick, too easy. She opened her eyes to look at the mercenary, his face is twisted in pleasure and concentration as he fucked her.

The sound of their bodies, the feeling of him driving into her cunt, spreading her, taking her, making her his. She moaned again, her release built closer and closer. She felt lightheaded, her toes tingle, warmth built in the pit of her stomach.

Mero fucked her with deep hard relentless thrusts, driving into her aching cunt, driving her need, her want. A whimper escaped her lips, so close, so good. She felt it start, a tightness in her belly, a warm tingle at the base of her spine.

She was a Queen. The Mother of Dragons. Breaker of Chains. And this lowly Mercnery, this bastard, this murderer and rapist had snuck into her chambers in the middle fo the night. He had tied her up and forced himself upon her and all she wanted was for him to fuck her harder. All she wanted was to cum all over his cock.

"Mmhh!" the sound that escaped her lips was unintelligible. A wordless jumble muffled by both the wet gag forced into her mouth and the rising pleasure that was quickly overwhelming her.

And then he stopped.

She glared up at him, her chest heaving, her body on edge and stared in disbelief only to be met by his cocksure grin, his painfully white teeth bright in the darkness.

"Enjoying yourself My Queen?" he asked in an out-of-breath whisper.

If she could curse him she would have, instead, she could do little more than glare. He pulled from her, and her face of defiance faltered and she whimpered as his cock left her body, her eyes shuttered close at the feeling of loss.

Before she knew it he had her on her stomach, her face pushed down into her pillow. She felt his hands on her hips guiding her.

"Up," he demanded and she obeyed, lifting her hips and presenting her ass to him like a dog in heat. The warmth and thickness of his cock returned to her, sliding against her soaking wet cunt. He pushed back into her with ease making her shudder.

It was too much, it felt too good as he leaned into her, his cock returning to where it always belonged, buried in her cunt. Her body stretched to take his width, forced open and wide by the intrusion of his cock. This time she did not try to hide her intent when she pushed back into him. If he wanted to treat her like a whore she would be more than willing to play the part.

But he did not fuck her hard and rough like she wanted, instead, his body pressed down against her back, his movements slow and deliberate. He thrust himself into her slowly teasingly and it made her mew.

"Fifty Thousand slaves, lands, a title" he moaned into her ear, "that's what you are worth." He emphasized his words with a thrust of his hips that made Daenerys cry out. More, she wanted, she needed more "That's what your wet tight little cunt is worth to them." Again he thrust into her as he spoke

Daenerys whimpered, her eyes pinned shut. Her ass bounced against his as he finally began to move faster and harder.

"A slave queen." he moans, his hand gripped her thigh painfully so. "Just think of the things the Wise Masters would have you do."

Fuck, fuck, Daenerys moaned into her gag, but it came out as little more than muffled screams. She pushed back up against him, throwing herself into his punishing thrusts.

For all she knew this was the last moment of her life, the last moment of her freedom. Mero might have betrayed her, he might kill her, might bring her to the slavers that so badly want her dead, or worse, want her alive to torture. But all that hardly mattered, the Mother of Dragons could not bring herself to care. Not now, not when this piece of shit mercenary Captain was fucking her so well.

It came hard and quick, the pleasure exploded within her. Her vision went white, her body stiff, every muscle tightening, her cunt squeezed Mero's cock. She moaned as she came, shaking and crying.

"That's it my whore queen," she heard the mocking words come from Mero and all it did was send her further over the edge. It felt so good it almost hurt, her body trembled, shook. She cried out again, her hips thrust up against the cock raping her in erratic, inelegant motions. A deep instinctive need for more, to be fucked harder and longer taking over all her rational thought.

Still trembling in pleasure Daenersy pushed her ass up, spread her legs further, letting Mero fuck her even harder, driving her to new heights. For the first time she was thankful for the gag in her mouth, for it muffled her moans that would have likely woken half the camp.

Even with her mind clouded by throws of her release, she could feel Mero begin to falter, his thrusts becoming uneven, his grip on her hips stronger. He followed her quickly, the convulsions of her tight cunt, the sound of her moaning like a whore setting him off. His cock swelled and she could feel him throb inside her cunt before he emptied himself into her womb.

"Fuck," he groaned, one hand trailing up and down her sweat-coated body. He pulled back and she followed him, keeping them entwined, his cock buried deep in her cunt. Small tremors still coursed through her, a pleasure she did not want to let go of, not yet.

The act earned another chuckle from the mercenary captain and a hard squeeze of her ass but he pulled free nonetheless.

She could feel the evidence of her defilement leak from her well-used cunt then slide down her inner thigh, warm and wet and disgusting. She shivered at the sensation. She could only imagine what Mero had in store for her next.

"I do not think the Masters will share you if I were to take them up on their offer, so I will accept yours."

Mero stood and Daenerys fell her side with a gasp, a mess of silver hair, half braided fanning out behind her. She could barely find the energy to look up at him as he circled the bed.

"No," he said, "I do not think I want to share you at all." He pulled at the cloth wrapped around her head and finally she was free of her gag, her chin and lips were wet with drool, her jaw ached. But Mero seemed not to care. His cock dangled in front of her face. She looked up at him, then down at the cock, without a word or a command or a demand she leaned forward and opened her mouth

He tasted as he did before, as she remembered, as she dreamed, but there's more, she could taste herself on his cock. It was the taste of her own body's betrayal, the taste of how much she had enjoyed being raped. She took more of him into her mouth, letting the softening cock slip to the back of her throat.

She licked and sucked and moaned, her tongue twisted over his shaft as she cleaned and sucked the last of his seed from him.

Amused and satisfied he pulled his cock free of her mouth and pushed himself back into his pants. Then he leaned down to where her hands were tied behind her back and loosened the restraints.

"I will take the city, then come from what else I am owned."

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There was smoke and blood in the air, an unbridled energy coursed through her camp. Daenerys looked out at the city and its opened gates. Pillows of dark smoke rose from beyond the walls. It was her city now, Yunkai had fallen.

An Unsullied guard announced their return. Greyworm came into view first, covered in sweat the blood, Jorah came next, looking in a similar exhausted state. Then two of her bloodriders, and then finally Mero.

He stared at her, and she could not help but remember of how he had taken her last night, the promise he had made her. The warm feeling in her belly returned and for a moment she matched his stare and could only think of the way cock felt nestled tightly inside of her. She did her best not to stare too long. She is a Queen, she should act like one.

"Yunkai is yours," Mero said before he reached for something strapped to his belt, tossing it to the floor.

It was a slave collar. Worn leather adorned with a gold ring on its front.

He's was grinning at her now.

Yunkai was hers.

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Daenerys whined, whimpered then moaned as she sank down on top of the Mercenary Captain. His cock, hard and thick and coated in oil, pushed inside her ass.

She hissed out a painful breath between clenched teeth, her body trembled. It hurt maybe more than that first night Drogo had taken her, but there was pleasure there too, a pleasure that grew while the pain lessened with every movement she made.

The slave collar he had thrown to her just hours before was now tightly wrapped around her neck. Mero's final debasement, to prove how badly she wanted him. He had demanded she wear it while he fucked her as part of his payment. And she had allowed it, just as she had allowed him to shove his thick cock into her ass.

"Gods," Daenerys moaned, her body quivered, bare and covered in sweat, mounted backwards on Mero as he lay in her bed. Her legs spread wide, arms behind her holding herself up. She pushed down, forcing more of this cock into her behind.

"Mmhh," she moaned, gods that felt good, that feeling of fullness, of completeness. She squeezed him, tightening the muscles in her behind, Mero's hands dug into her hips where they held her. Even now with the collar on, a man's cock in her ass, she held some power.

She pushed down further until he finally sank fully into her. It was Mero's time to moan. She closed her eyes and leaned back while he sat up, his hand wrapped around her body. His left went to her breast, to cup and lift and pinch her nipple. His right slid between her legs where her cunt laid open and exposed. His fingers teased her, slipping over her slit, toying with her clit before pushing inside of her.

"Please," Daenerys moaned then lifted her hips and whimpered as she felt her body clench around his cock, she pulled up and her body resisted clinging onto him as if his cock was her only lifeline. She shuddered as she pushed back down, grinding slowly onto him. She rode him, slowly at first, taking her time to get used to the sensation of being spread wide by such a thick cock.

"That's it my Queen, fuck yourself on my cock." Mero grunted behind her, she could feel his face against her back, his teeth scraping against her skin. "Be the whore you know you are."

"Shut up," she half moaned before lifting her hips again, this time higher, then down she went, her breast bounced and she cried out. Again she lifted her hips and again she pushed herself down impaling herself onto his cock. Slowly she found a steady rhythm, her whimpers, and moans matching her movements as she rode Mero as if he was a stallion.

It made her feel filthy which fueled her desire even more. She was a Queen, somehow she should be better than this. She threw herself down onto him, the slick sound of their flesh slapping together filled her ears. There was no gag no muffle her moans this time so she bit her lip and groaned. Her body involuntary tensed with each thrust, her body tightening around him she forced his cock deep inside of her.

It was almost too much, her legs and arms burned under the strain. "Gods," she moaned, "please," she begged.

Mero's fingers pushed inside her, three of them curling up and inside her. Daenerys shuddered then moaned and her body convulsed. She cried out voicelessly, slamming her hips down.

"That's it, that's it" over and over she threw herself onto him as his fingers plunged into and spread her cunt. It was too much. Too much. Her body spasmed, cumming harder than she had ever come before.

"More," Mero demanded, he pulled on the slave collar, forcing her head back, arching her body. She obeyed, throwing herself into her movements as best as she could as her body released all the pent of pleasure that had been building between her legs. Her cunt spasmed around his fingers, flooding them with her juices, her ass clenched tightly around his cock, her stomach tightened and she screamed.

It was her arms that gave out first, too weak and unstable to hold herself up she fell back onto Mero. Her legs followed suit as she collapsed onto him, her back against him. But he held her tightly, refused to let her go, his cock still hard and buried in her ass that continued to squeeze him as she came.

He rolled her over, her body weak and boneless, onto her stomach, and reared up before thrusting into her. Her body shook, the cheeks of her ass bounced, rocked by the force of his cock plunging into her.

"Uhh, uhhh, uhnngh" Daenerys moaned into the pillowed covered bed as Mero used her, driving his cock into her ass over and over. She could barely move, barely think as her body was rocked with one wave of pleasure after another.

"Stoommp" she moaned, as she came again. She reached back struggling, the feeling took her over. Too much, it was too much, her vision went white, then black. Heat, tingling sparks of pleasure followed by burning pain overwhelmed her. "Too much," she begged. her ass burned, pain shot up her spine followed by more pleasure. Her eyes rolled back as she began to moan. Deep throaty, indistinct sounds escaped her lips.

For a moment she thought she would lose consciousness, her body seized, she felt like she was being torn in two. She lifted her hips, pushed back, she wanted more. She could feel her cunt leaking, dripping down her thighs, her cunt squeezing down around nothing as she came again. The muscles in her ass seized making Mero moan. But he refused to stop, to slow down, to cum.

"AHhh," Daenerys moaned, as wave after relentless wave of her orgasm rocked her.

Mero used her like that for what felt for hours, pounding into her ass until she became a blithering mess. Barely conscious, just a moaning uncontrolled whore to be used.

With a hand wrapped in her silver braids, Mero pulled back on her head, pulling her face from where she had buried into the bed to muffle her moans.

"Tell me you love it you whore." Again he thrust into her, making her squeal.

"I love it," Daenerys moaned, drool spilling from her lips, her eyes half-open, her mind half-conscious. "I love it." she moaned, as he pulled on her hair harder. It was enough to make her cum again as she felt her cunt squirt more of her wetness out. It was enough to break her.

Then Mero groaned and she felt him grow even larger inside her as he came. He pulled out quickly, then she felt it, warm and wet on her back and ass. He let go of her head and she fell forward, her head once again buried in the mattress, exhausted, broken, utterly fucked and happier than she had ever been.

As much as she wished to let the darkness take her, to fall into a blissful slumber she resisted. She was still a Queen, still Mero's superior, so she forced herself to roll over and onto her side.

Mero sat on the bed, his back to her, chest heaving. She watched as he breathed, watched the sweat drip from his back.

"You did well," she says, breathless, "both in Yunkai and here in my bed." He looked back at her, smiling.

Daenerys smiled back and toyed with the slave collar around her neck. "But Yunkai is not the only city I mean to free," she said, letting her finger roll over the hard cold gold ring on the collar's front. "Meereen lays ahead and my army needs a commander." She bit her lip. "I do wonder, what would your price be to conquer another city for me?"

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