A Song of Lust and Desire: Chapter III: The One In Which Daenerys Gets Ready For Her Wedding
Introduction:
I do not own anything in the “A Song of Ice and Fire” book series, nor the characters living in it. They wholly belong to George R.R. Martin, and I most certainly don’t make any money from the writing of this story.
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CHAPTER THREE: Pentos
(M/f, D/s, spanking, incest, fingering, humiliation)
Oh by the sevens, here it comes. Always the same. First the pain –
The pale hand interrupts Daenerys Targaryan’s thoughts as it strikes her soft young ass, causing her violet eyes to shoot open and a helpless moan to escape her pink lips.
Then the question.
Behind her, the confident voice of her older brother questions her sternly, his voice balancing between manic and calm, “What are you?”
Daenerys, stretched out over her brother Viserys’ lap, lets her head droop lower, her long silver-gold bangs concealing her face from her brother’s watchful and critical eye. Words, long ago trained into her mind by her brother come tumbling out, barely above a whisper, “I am the dragon whore.”
Immediately she knew she had made a mistake, and a half breath later her brother’s hand confirmed her thoughts with a painful SMACK to her ass, causing her to arch her back and gasp in pain.
Viserys, his voice cracking with rage and eagerness, spanks her ass again, a second whimper escaping her parted pink lips, “Are you trying to wake the dragon, you stupid slut? Don’t -whisper-, I want you to -shout- it!”
Daenerys hesitates just a moment as the thought of Magister Illyrio’s men overhearing her crosses her mind, but quickly buries those thoughts and replies to her brother meekly with, “As you command it, my king.”
Viserys’ hand, upraised for another punishing spank, gently lowers onto the curve of his young sister’s ass as he begins to squeeze and stroke it, “That’s right, you stupid little girl, I am the dragon king. What are you?”
A single tear rolls down Daenerys’ apple-shaped cheek as she submissively lifts her voice, sending it through the open window and into the courtyard, to be overheard by the nearby servants “I AM JUST THE DRAGON WHORE.”
Viserys continues to squeeze and fondle his sister’s plush, young ass, his hand drifting slowly between her thighs, “That’s right. You’re not a -true- dragon. A true dragon wouldn’t be so stupid, would they be?”
Without thinking, Daenerys reacts to her training and spreads her legs, allowing her older brother to ease his fingers inside her moist cunt. Her reply was firm, and still loud, “No, I am sorry I am so stupid.”
Slowly pumping his finger inside her most inner hole causes Daenerys to let out a soft mewling moan. Continuing to ply her cunt with his probing finger, Visery curls his left hand under her and around a young nubile breast, while cruelly saying to his sister, “At least you -look- fuckable. But gods save us if the idiot barbarian fucks you before wedding you. You’re the worst fuck this side of the narrow sea.”
An embarrassed flush burns over Daenerys’ neck and cheeks as her brother insults her, then a wordless groan follows as he pinches and tugs at her hardening nipple. Viserys then pulls his soaking finger from his sister’s sodden cunt and, with another tug at her perky nipple, demands of her, “You know how these filthy Dothraki only mate like dogs. Take me out and assume the position I taught you.”
Without hesitation Daenerys slinks down from her brother’s lap and sinks to her knees. Lifting her warm face, her violet eyes stare intently into the lilac eyes of her older brother as she hurriedly opens his breeches and, dipping her slender and soft hand into his pants, pulls out his rigid, stiff cock.
Lowering her violet eyes from her brother’s angular face, she marvels – as always – at her brother’s exposed cock. So big. How can any other cock in the world compare to this? This is nearly five inches long! I am sure the filthy pig I am to marry can not compare to a true king’s cock.
Planting a fleeting kiss on the cockhead of her older brother, Daenerys turns and props herself on her hands and her knees, the cold stone of the bedroom in Illyrio’s manse chilling her palms and knees. Stepping up behind her, Visary strokes his manhood twice before lining it up with his sister’s burning cunt, “Now, stupid dragon whore, remember to squeeze his cock and moan when your filthy barbarian husband takes you the first time, even if you can’t feel his tiny cock”
Daenerys doesn’t need to fake a moan as her brother’s five inch cock slowly sinks into her cunt, “Y-yes, my king!”
Daenerys’ eyes begin to unfocus as her brother wraps his slim hands around her tiny waist, and starts to really fuck her. Her moans get louder and louder as they waft out of the open window into the courtyard below, where a freshly arrived man – wearing the foreign armor of a knight stylized with a bear, looks up at the window in appreciation of overhearing a whore getting fucked
Just like a whore like her deserves, whoever it is, the knight thinks.
Something was building inside of Daenerys. A fire, the young woman thought. Her brother’s cock began to feel like it never has before. Her toes curl and her hands brace against anything nearby, her body thrusting back on his cock, driving itself to higher-and-higher levels of pleasure.
Her eyes begin to flutter and her voice lifts in pleasure as her body nears some unknowable plateau of pleasure. Nearly quaking, her voice turns to sudden horror as Viserys stops thrusting into her and, letting loose a pathetic groan, shoots one small splatter of cum inside of her belly. He pants, breathless, before withdrawing his already limp cock from her nethers.
Daenerys whines and bucks invitingly at her brother, her loins burning, unknowingly desperate for her first ever orgasm. Visarys, totally blind to her needs, straightens up and looks down at her with contempt, “Clean yourself up, you stupid little dragon whore. Your wedding is tonight.”
Without a second backward glance at her, he fixes his breeches and walks out of the room, leaving his younger sister to pant on the cold floor, his cum leaking barely out of her body.
I hope Drogo will be pleased with me, after the years of training I’ve got from Viserys. Her thoughts drifted back to the fucking she just received. He lasted nearly a minute this time, long for him. I’m sure the filthy horselord can’t possibly outlast him. How can Drogo possibly compare to my sweet brother, the true King of Westros?
Daenerys closes her desire-filled violet eyes, and drifts off to a short sleep, confident that no man could ever be better than her brother.
