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Daenerys Misadventures	By : nitchgut Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 110753 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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-After being rejected by Jon, Dany seeks solace elsewhere.-
-no beta reader so forive any mistakes I might have missed-

Dany and the Dothraki

"Leave," Daenerys demanded.

She loved him, cherished him, wished to build a new world with him and he was disgusted by her.

Jon opened his mouth to speak but no words came. He was rendered mute, ineffectual, pathetic. How had the man she had fallen in love with turn into this? Where had the man who stood in defiance before her at Dragonstone gone? The man who had refused to lie to Cersei in order to stand for what he believed in. He was a shell of a man and all it seemed he could do was give her a lingering look before he obeyed, turned, and left her alone.

Alone. She shuddered at the thought. He was her last connection, her last hope. Everyone else was dead. Viserion, Rhaegal, Jorah, and Missendei were gone. All gone. Even the man she loved couldn't offer her a respite from the loneliness.

She downed the glass of wine with an unsteady hand then let the cup fall back down onto the table. The hearth beside her roared, the fire inside blanketed the room in a warmth she could barely feel. She was alone.

A servant, a Dothraki girl, came and refilled her cup, her head down, unable to meet her Khaleesi’s eyes. Daenerys glanced at her, then at Dothraki guards that stood at her door, then back at the girl. She was young, barely into her womanhood. She had come here with her family, a mother and father, she likely had siblings, maybe a brother or two. All of them had left Essos and crossed the Narrow Sea to fight for her and her quest for the throne. She had brought the Dothraki here from across the world to die for a Kingdom and people that did not care.

She downed her freshly filled cup just as quickly as the last. Tomorrow she would destroy her enemies wherever she found them, she would take back what was hers by right. But tonight, she looked at the empty room, tonight she was nothing.

She stood on uneasy legs and made her way to the large empty bed.

"Elat," she said, telling the servant girl to leave her in the Dothraki tongue.

Alone. She thought. Unwanted by the North, unwanted by Westeros, unwanted by Jon. She drank from her cup again, downing another glass. The wine made her head spin.

She did not wish to be alone. She was the Queen, the Mother of Dragons, she should not be alone. The Dothraki worshiped her, Lords feared her, and men all over the world wanted to bed her. Even here there must have been dozens of Westerosi Lords waiting to court her. That was the truth of it, if she did not wish to be alone, she did not need to be alone.

She turned and looked at her three Dothraki guards. She didn't know their names, she didn't know them. She had used them to fight her wars and she did not even know their names. In fact she could not even recall the name of the girl who had served her her food and wine, nor the second in command of her Dothraki. The man who led her navy, the woman who sewed her clothes or the one who braided her hair. They were all nothing, she was the Queen but her life revolved around a tiny handful of people, most of whom were now dead or disgusted by her. The rest? The rest were nameless bodies in the background of her life, warriors to die for her, cooks to feed her, women to bathe her, she treated them no better than tools to be used.

Was she any better than the petty Northerners who had used her to fight their wars?

"You," she said, gaining the attention of one of the Dothraki guards, the tallest of the three. He looked at her then and waited. "Come," she commanded in his tongue.

He took a few steps forward.

Daenerys watched, her eyes wide, as the much larger man approached her. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the grief, but she would not be alone tonight. She could not be alone tonight. The heavy beats of her heart pounded in her chest. She would not be alone.

The fabric of her coat felt soft under her fingers. She let her hand linger there on the laces that kept it wrapped tightly around her body. There was no turning back from this. The eyes of the Dothraki in front of her darkened, she could see his jaw clench. He wanted her. Daenerys pulled on the laces, then shrugged the offending garment off her shoulders leaving her in a simple sheer shift.

"Remove your clothes," she commanded, doing her best to keep her voice firm. The Dothraki paused for a moment before a hint of a grin crossed his face. He took another step forward, his arms already slipping free of the worn leather jerkin he wore.

He was taller than her by a few heads at least, his shoulders broad, chest hard. He pulled on the leather cord belt that hung on his hips and his pants came loose. Daenerys could not help but stare as he stepped free of them. His cock, half hard, swung between his legs, thick, long and veiny, and stiffening with every passing second.

He muttered something in the Dothraki tongue but she could not hear him over the pounding of her heart. He took a step toward closing the distance between them. His hands reached for her and there was a brief moment of hesitation before he pulled on her shift, pulling it down off her shoulders. She tensed as he touched her, the touch felt almost alien to her. She would not be alone.

This was really happening. She closed her eyes as his rough, calloused hands slid down her arms, then tightened and twisted to turn her. The Dothraki were brutes of men and he would fuck her like an animal. Take her like an animal. Fuck her like Drogo had on their wedding night.

But she was not that same meek little girl. She was the Queen, she had birthed dragons and conquered cities. She grabbed him, her fingers wrapped around his shaft, he was warm against her palm. He moved again but she squeezed him hard enough to make him stop and gasp. She was a Queen, she would not let him take her. Instead, she turned, leading the much larger man with his cock in hand until he stood against the bed. She pushed forward and he sat then laid down.

His cock throbbed in her hand as she loosened her grip around him and let her fingers stroke up and down his length. She caressed him slowly, watching as he twitched. She could feel the warmth radiating off him. It was a comfort, a reprise from the cold loneliness she had felt for so long. She was their Khaleesi, their Queen. There would always be men who wanted her, desired her, she never needed to be alone.

The Dothraki watched, eyes dark as she stroked his cock. But the Dothraki were not men of inaction and it was not long before he began to sit back up.

"No," Daenerys said in Dothraki and pushed on his chest. She needed to be in control. "No," she repeated again more firmly when the guard refused to lay back down. She was in control. This time he relented, and to reward his obedience she followed him down, climbing up his body, his cock still in her hand. She was tiny in comparison, barely half his size. There would be no stopping him if he turned on her, if tired of her orders, she would be helpless. But he wouldn't dare. She was his Khaleesi, she rode dragons, and she was in control. Her fingers tightened around him, and she delighted in the feel of him throbbing and warm in her hand.

One of his hands went to her hip, holding and guiding her, his fingers reached nearly around her waist. He hissed as his cock rubbed against the smooth soft flesh of her inner thigh before she settled back straddling his legs. He was fully hard, standing tall between their bodies, the base of his cock nestled between her legs, his shaft resting against her lower belly, his head rising to nearly her navel.

Daenerys stroked him again, moving her fingers in one long movement, feeling the entire length of him before she lifted her hips and guided his cock wet cunt. Her breath caught in her throat as she teased herself with him, dragging his shaft across her aching slit.

She had been alone for so long, wanting, needing companionship. Her body ached for it, her cunt dripped with want. This wasn't the man she wanted, the one she yearned for, but he was the man that was here, and he would do. She lifted her hips more until the bulbous head of his member pressed against her opening.

"Fuck." she hissed as his hands went to her hips. Her cunt stretched around the thick head of his cock, swallowing him into her body, gripping him impossibly tight. It felt so good, so right, like something she had been missing all this time. She closed her eyes and focused on the heat radiating from him, on the pain and the pleasure, and the way it made her forget about everything else. She pressed down, her teeth biting into her bottom lip as she sank another inch onto his cock.

The Dothraki did not fuck like this, they did not let the woman take control. The man below her jerked his hips up, driving more of him into her and she gasped, crying out, her cunt clenching around him.

That's it, she thought as she picked up her hips, rolling them softly, achingly. She leaned forward and slowly began to move, whimpering with need as she rode him.

With her eyes closed she could imagine him to be someone else, that she could be somewhere else. Slowly and surely she found her rhythm, her body adapted to the thickness nestled inside of her. She whimpered and moaned, her hips moved, taking his cock in and out of her body. She could feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge, every pulse of need as he moved inside her.

"Mhh," she gasped, her hips moving faster. Her body clung to him, her cunt squeezed his cock like it was her only lifeline. She needed this, wanted this. She could feel the tears on her cheeks and ignored them, instead focusing on the tension growing in the belly, and the way her body ached and stretched around the cock inside her.

"More," she demanded in Dothraki, "fuck me," she cried. She grit her teeth and gasped and threw her body down onto his cock, burying him fully inside her, stretching her body painfully full.

This is good, it was fantastic, she told herself, crying out as she rode her Dothraki guard. She lost herself in it, the feeling of him inside her.. Her hands pressed against his broad chest, her fingers dug into his flesh as she held onto him, she spread her legs wider, drove herself down harder.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, her teeth clenched and eyes shut. He grunted something in Dothraki but she barely heard him, she was close, so close.

"Please," she begged in the common tongue, "Please," she moaned, her body shaking.

She did not hear the second Dothraki approach. But she did feel the hand on her back, large, rough, and calloused.

Daenerys froze, the unexpected touch snapped her back to reality, her head spun around. The Dothraki's hand slipped up her sweat covered back up until it was around her neck. She looked back shocked to see the second guard staring at her, lust in his eyes, his cock out and hard, even larger than the man currently inside her.

"Khaleesi should be ridden," he said in the common tongue, and before she could react pushed her down, forcing her to bend over until she pressed against the man below her. Her face pushed into the man’s chest, her breasts crushed against his body. She reached out helplessly, grabbing at the sheets, then onto the man below her.

"Stop," she cried out then moaned as the man inside her moved again driving his cock up and into her cunt. She groaned into his chest as pleasure coursed through her and for the briefest moment the thought of fighting back escaped her.

The hand on her neck tightened, holding her in place. Daenerys struggled, tried to lift herself, she wiggled her hips then moaned again as the cock inside her throbbed.

Then she felt it, the second guard's cock, heavy and hard, pressed against her behind. His hands squeezed her asscheeks, pulling the firm mounds apart.

Gods she thought as she felt the pressure of the head of his cock against her. No, this could not be happening. She pinched her eyes closed as if she could awaken from some dream. But there was no waking from his. The aching of her cunt and the comforting stretch from the cock nestled so tightly inside her did not vanish, nor did the feeling of rough hands on her sweat-covered skin. Neither did the pressure on her ass, the feeling of a man's cock pushing into her, about to take her, use her, fuck her.

"Stop," she commanded in Dothraki, half-hearted and half-moaned as the hard head of his cock pushed against her asshole and forced her body to open to him.

The Dothraki below her grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks wide giving his cohort better access.

"Gods," Daenerys moaned as the pressure on her behind increased, her body resisted the intrusion, her muscles tensed before finally relenting, in an instant he was inside her, the firm ring of muscles in her ass squeezed his cock impossibly tight. The initial pain and pressure turned into something else, a new feeling of incredible fullness.

"Give the Khaleesi what she needs," she heard the guard say from behind her. Then he moved, forcing the entire length of him inside her and it was like her entire being moved with him.

Agonizing pain shot up her spine as she was split open. He leaned into her. His hips pushed against her, forcing more of his cock into her tight asshole. His weight pushed her down, impaling her further on the man inside her cunt. She felt like she was being torn apart.
Daenerys cried out, her panicked moan escaped her lips as nearly a squeal

Too much, it was too much, she sobbed as he pressed forward, filling her completely until both of her holes were stuffed. The feeling of them both inside her was overwhelming, full and absolute. She felt pinned, trapped, captured by their cocks. The pain and the pressure held her in place, she let out a soft sob, her body flexing between them, squeezing and convulsing around the intrusions.

Her eyes rolled back and she shuddered as they began to move in unison. Fucking her. Using her.

This wasn't what she had wanted.

She cried out again and looked at the door. Unsullied would be positioned outside all she needed to do was call out for them and this would stop.

And then she noticed the third Dothraki guard was not at the door.

Before she could even react, the strong hands belonging to the missing Dothraki guard wrapped around her head and his hard cock pressed against her face, rubbing against her cheek and chin. He pushed himself against her, hard and sweaty, his shaft dragged across her features until she felt his balls press against her chin, his shaft resting against the length of her face. She twisted away and went to scream but that's all it took, her guard's thick cock forced its way past her lips and into her warm, wet, mouth.

She cried then moaned. Her legs spread wide, cunt and ass filled. Her tongue swirled around the man in her mouth in a useless attempt to push him out. All it did was earn a moan from the man using her. She gagged and swallowed in reflex. Her body lurched forward forcing more of his cock down her throat. Her full lips sealed around him, dragged along his shaft as he pulled back before thrusting forward once again. Daneerys looked up, tears in her eyes, at the man fucking her face. he looked down at her from above, grinning. His hand dug into her silver blond hair guiding her back down onto his cock.

The man behind her grabbed her braid and pulled forcing her head up and hips down. The Dothraki symbol of victory no more than reins to control her, to fuck her, to ride her like an animal. Daenerys cried out again, the sound muffled by the cock in her throat.

Together the three men moved. Fucking her harder and harder.

The pain had subsided but she was helpless, powerless to stop the deplorable act being forced on her. The heat and the fullness. The desire and want. She was surrounded by them, their hands were everywhere, pinching and squeezing and molesting her overheated flesh. Their cocks filled all of her, stretching her to the point of unbearable pain, pushing her harder and harder. The warmth of their bodies was nearly overwhelming, almost suffocating. The sounds of their grunts, the sick sound of their sweat-slicked bodies coming together, her own moans, whimpers and sobs echoed in her ears. She wanted more. Needed more.

It was like something snapped inside her and she was once again that meek little girl who had been sold to the Dothraki. That girl who had been taken on her wedding night. Who had been fucked hard and raw for weeks until she could barely stand. But even then she had found her strength.

Daenerys moaned around the cock, drool dripped from her lips. Her eyes rolled back, and her body trembled. Her thighs squeezed the man below her, and her cunt tightened around his cock.

She had found strength with Drogo, she had found her fire, that little part of her that felt excitement every time her husband came stumbling drunk into their tent. Every time he would rip her clothes off, turn her over and pin her to their bed. She found that fire inside her, that heat and need. The part of her who would be waiting for him, craving him. The part of her that wanted to be fucked, to be used, to be abused, to have no control.

She began to suck on the man in her mouth, she twisted her head pressed him against her cheek, bobbing her head in motion with the men fucking her. She licked the length of him, savoring the taste. They didn't respect her, they were using her, and she liked it. She wanted it, she needed it.

The sound she made was primal and needy, a whimpering moan filled with want and desire. Eyes now open she stared up obediently at the man whose cock she was sucking. She pushed back as best she could, angling and rolling her hips with the two men fucking her, their two cocks moving as one, thrusting in and out of her, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel them throb inside her, the pressure and pleasure were undeniable, the feeling of completeness like nothing else.

Why hadn't she done this sooner, every night, every moment? She was wanted and needed, the hard cocks inside her were proof of that. She was their Khaleesi, the Mother of Dragons, and they were raping her. They must have known what would come after, the punishment they would receive. they would burn for this but they did so anyway, because they wanted her, more than they wanted to live.

The thought thrilled her, sending a wave of electric pleasure shooting up her spine. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the man's cock forced itself down her throat, she gagged, gurgling around his manhood. Her body clenched down on all three men in a spasm of pleasure.

She came hard, her pleasure filled moans echoed around the cock in her mouth. It throbbed, then spilled inside her. The guard's climax matched her own and he filled her mouth with his warm and wet seed, coating her tongue and teeth. She pulled back but he followed and forced the entire length of him down her throat before he emptied another load into her belly. He held the back of her head, his nails digging into her scalp as he pushed himself further down until there was no more to go.

Daenerys spasmed again, her vision blurred, then blackened. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t think. Her cunt convulsed again, squeezing the man inside her. The pleasure burned through her like a raging fire. She felt a wetness pool between her legs and then explode out onto the man below her. It felt so good it hurt. She cried out and it escaped her lips sounding like a panicked gurgled moan. Every muscle tightened to the point of pain. Finally the man in her mouth relented and pulled back enough for her to breathe.

Behind her she heard a grunt as the man fucking her came, his hands dug painfully into the firm flesh of her ass and with one powerful thrust he buried himself into her. His cock throbbed, her ass constricted then she felt his warmth spill into her, filling her completely with his cum. She moaned, uncontrollable pleasure surged through her as he finished inside her. She savored it, the warmth and wetness, and arched back against him to push him even deeper inside her body.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she swallowed what was left of the cum in her mouth, moaning like a whore as she let her orgasm roll through her, the bitter salty taste of his seed flooded her senses, igniting even more lust from within her. The cock she was sucking pulled from her mouth and another spurt of cum splashed her face, painting her cheek and eye with the creamy white liquid.

"Ahhh," she cried, "more," she lurched forward, not allowing the man to escape her. She eagerly sealed her lips around the tip of his cock and whimpered around him as she was rewarded with another eruption of cum. The taste of it was intoxicating.

She writhed in pleasure as she suckled on the man's cock and her release washed over. So good, she thought, the warmth enveloped her like a comforting fire.

So good, she repeated in her head her tongue outstretching as the man who had been in her mouth finally pulled away. She could feel his seed dripping on her lips, and cheek and chin.

So good. The man behind her, who had just been roughly fucking her ass pulled away from her as well, slipping from her body. A wet warmth followed him, leaking from her well-used hole. She collapsed forward onto the guard under her in a trembling mass of boneless limbs.

Daenerys was covered in sweat, her body weak and spent, she couldn't help but grin, it was the best she had felt in a long while.

On shaky legs she lifted herself up, pulling free of the man below her, his now flaccid cock fell free of her still-tight cunt, his warm cum dripped from her well-used hole pooling onto his stomach. She rolled off him and collapsed on her back beside him. Her body still tingled with pleasure, sweat glistened on her skin making her glow in the firelight. The air was heavy, warm, and stank with the smell of sex. She tried hard to catch her breath, to stop her heart from pounding so heavily.

The Dothraki seemed to be in similar states, she had used them for all they were worth and they had done the same to her. One of them, the one who had taken her ass, moved to leave and her eyes narrowed.

"Stop," she commanded and this time he obeyed, turning to look at her. She was a mess, sweaty and covered in cum, a picturesque Queen. She looked at the door.

Three new Dothraki guards stood there, the next shift of her royal guard, all three watched her. lust evident in their eyes.

Her brother once told her that he would let an entire Khalasar fuck her if it would win him the Iron Throne, she licked her cum covered lips as she watched the three new guards approach her, maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea.
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