THE TAKING OF DAENERYS

It started out as an arranged marriage. It turned into a love affair. What was the turning point?

As I undress my new khaleesi she trembles, and a tear trickles down her cheek. I can see that she feels frightened and is intimidated by me, but this is as it should be. I am the mighty Khal Drogo, undefeated in combat. I see her glancing to where my manhood strains to be unleashed, and she swallows nervously.

I walk around her to examine her more closely. She is a small female, but her hips seem wide enough to bear me sons. I like her silver hair, which feels like newly spun silk in my fingers. I like her strange silvery white skin. I like her firm young breasts. I like her unusual, exotic smell. So far, she pleases me; I wipe away her tears, as I tell her 'no'. No need for tears.

Then I place her into the correct position for me to mount her. She must learn to always be ready to please her Master. I push her down onto her knees and bend her over, as I force her legs wide apart. She submits and does not resist me. Good. Now I can see the slit of her cunt waiting for me. It is very pale and has only a fine down of silver hair, so different from the dark Dothraki females.

She squirms as I slip my finger inside her. She's a virgin, as I was promised. She feels very small and very tight, but still nice and slick. I chuckle, because she gasps and seems to think this tiny thing I'm putting inside her is my manhood. That would be an insult to her, but perhaps Targaryen men are not so generously endowed as Dothraki warrriers. She will soon be left in little doubt about my size, when she feels my colossal girth taking great pleasure in piercing her delightful little cunt. Perhaps all Targaryen females are this small and tight - I've never taken my pleasure in one before. Hers will certainly be the tightest I have ever taken, and I must prepare to encounter some resistance. But make no mistake; she must be properly broken in tonight. It is the same as breaking in one of my horses - in the long run it would not be a kindness to only half finish the task. I would be failing in my duty as her Master if I did not break her in fully.

So now I unlace myself to allow my impatient manhood to spring free, as I tightly grip her hair with one hand, and position her hip with my other hand. Then I thrust my manhood hard into her tight little cunt. She screams and tries to move, but I hold her firmly in place. Her Targaryen cunt must be trained to submit to my Dothraki manhood. This is the proper way of things. I must not fail to complete her initiation.

I withdraw and thrust in even harder this time, as I tear further through her virginity. She screams again. Good. Everyone will know that Khal Drodo is fucking her properly, and will respect their new Khaleesi for submitting to their Khal.

Again and again I thrust hard into her. She cries out each time, as I force my length deeper and deeper into her tightness, until finally all of my mighty length is buried deeply within her, and I can feel my balls slapping against her soft skin. Her stubborn cunt is not allowed to defy me as I dominate it into submission. She lies quietly under me, whimpering as I push in even further, grinding round to fully stretch her and drive home the final last piece of my length to prove that I am the Master of her cunt, and it is now mine to command. 

My new Khaleesi pleases me greatly. I have not had to resort to using my whip to get her to submit and she has done well to take all of my considerable manhood so obediently. She shows great promise.

Now that she is broken in, I am free to ride her hard to reach my moment of pleasure. It doesn't take long as her silken tightness excites my manhood intensely, and I spill my seed into her with a loud groan of pleasure. She is weeping gently, but she should feel honored that she has earned the right to have my seed sooth her.

Twice more I ride her hard and spill my seed within her, to ensure that she can now accept my entire manhood without protest. By the third time, my whole length can slide right in with only a token resistance, eased by the copious amount of my seed within her. I am satisfied for now. She is a very fortunate female indeed to have been so thoroughly broken in and tamed by such a powerful and unbeaten warrior.

In the morning, when we return to the Khalasar, they cheer to see how the legs of my Khaleesi are smeared with the mixture of my seed and the blood of her virginity. Just the seductive smell of her now that she has been properly fucked arouses me all over again, so I take her once more in front of everyone.  Then I hand her over to her handmaidens to cleanse her before we ride out for the day.

From then on, I make sure I mount her several times every night, bathing her tight little cunt with my seed at least two or three times, to ensure it remains submissive at all times. It is known that a woman's cunt will shrivel and wither if it is not frequently serviced and nurtured with her Master's seed, so Khaleesi is very fortunate that I look after her so well and do not shirk my duties.

Sometimes during the day when I glance over at her as she rides her horse alongside mine, just seeing her makes my loins hungry again, and I call a halt so that I can take her over the nearest rock to relieve the ache she creates in my manhood.

I can have any woman in the tribe if I wish, but now I only desire to spill my seed within my Khaleesi. Some Khal's share their women with other warriors in their tribe, but I forbid this; no other man is going to experience the delights of my little Targaryen. She is like no other that I have ever had, and she is for my pleasure alone.

xXx

"No!"

What is this? She is refusing me? She dares to refuse her Khal? What is the meaning of this?

I ignore her and effortlessly flip her onto her front to gain access her cunt. It is purely for my pleasure, and must be available to her Master at all times.

"No!" she says again, as she turns round and raises her hand up to stop me. I grab her wrist and force it back. Her strength is pathetic; I can easily overpower her, so why is she doing this? Why is she foolishly risking my wrath in this way?

She tentatively touches my arm, as she looks deeply into my eyes. Her eyes are glowing a most intense shade of unique Targaryen purple, and I find them mesmerizing.

"Tonight I would look upon your face," she whispers in Dothraki, as she gently touches my cheek with her hand, then encourages me to lie down on the bed.

She isn't refusing me after all. As she straddles over me, it seems she is finding new ways to please me. She eases herself down onto my manhood, and then moves her hips to ride my length. I find that I enjoy this greatly. She never takes her eyes from mine as she continues in her efforts to pleasure me, and I find myself watching how she also takes pleasure from my manhood filling her. 

I have never seen this before. The Drothraki way is always to take a woman from behind; we never see her face or worry about what she is feeling, because it is of no consequence. It is known there are women who can seduce a man by letting him take her in countless different ways, but until now I have paid no heed to these tales – it is not our way.

But taking her this way is good. I can run my hands over her skin, her breasts, and feel the softness of this beguiling woman. She is very brave; I could have had her whipped or even killed for refusing me access to what is mine by rights.

As I look into her face, I see for the first time the strength and determination within her. Before, I just regarded her as part of a contract. A beautiful woman, but not really that much different to any of the other slave girls I take to satisfy my carnal needs. Just another pleasurable receptacle, ripe and ready for me to fill. 
I may have taken her for my Khaleesi, but I always knew I could easily cast her aside, dispense with her if she did not suit. What could her stupid, pathetic brother do about it anyway, as he has no warriors of his own to command? Now, by her attitude, I am reminded that she is of royal Dragonblood. I am intrigued by her, but nevertheless I must take back control now. I am still her Master, and I still command her.

I sit up with her on my lap, while my length is buried deeply within her. I raise her up by her hips to allow me to thrust into her, and then pull her down hard as I thrust upwards. I find I can fuck her very hard and very deep this way, and that satisfies my manhood greatly. It is also surprisingly pleasurable to hold her soft body against me as she moans quietly into my neck.

"Does this please my Sun and Stars?" she whispers.

"Yes, Moon of my life," I whisper back, as I reach my moment of pleasure and bless her with my seed.

I have new respect for this brave and adventurous young woman as I see her in a new light. From now on she will truly be my Khaleesi, as we ride together both by day and by night.

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