A Song of Lust and Desire: Chapter VIII: The One In Which There Is A Dothraki 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.
(MMMM/F, Oral)
Daenerys’ wedding was one of the most magnificent events ever seen outside of the walls of Pentos. Hundreds of the Khal’s warriors gyrated and danced, as Daenerys and Khal Drogo sat watching upon raised dias. Daenerys’ stomach fluttered with a nervousness that grew as the festivities unfolded. It was not long until Daenerys saw the first woman fucked. Magister Illyro leaned over to her when he noticed her blushing cheeks, to whisper to the bride, “A Dothraki wedding without at least three fuckings is considered a dull affair.”
Following this, gifts and tribute were given by the multitude, acknowledged by profuse thanks by Daenerys and, if pleased, a simple grunt from Khal Drogo. Ilyrio gave Daenerys a trio of beautiful stone dragon eggs. The westerosi knight, ser Jorah, gave her a stack of books of histories, after which she thanked him from the bottom of her heart. In her distraction by the event, she did not notice the hungry way the man’s eyes devoured her revealing dress. Finally, the Khal clapped his hands to silence the music, and lead a beautiful silver filly before Daenerys.
Speechless, Daenerys Targeryn ran her fingers through the horse’s beautiful mane, and murmured to Ser Jorah, who translated for her to the Khal in his deep, gravelly tone, “Tell my husband he has given me the wind.”
Daenerys stood there, caressing the horse, uncertain of what to do. No one had told her about this part. “What do I do now?” she asked Jorah.
His reply had a strange, husky tone to it, “You will do what a woman is meant for. A Khal shares everything with his bloodriders.”
This strange reply puzzled Daenerys, as she felt Khal Drogo’s strong hands surround her narrow waist, nearly touching his fingers together. She expected him to lift her onto the horse, so let a surprised gasp out when the Khal pulled her roughly against himself and, placing a domineering kiss on the plush lips of Daenerys Targaryen, claimed his wife for the first time. The moment his rough lips touched hers, the drumbeat of the music began, and the dancing resumed.
However, all pretense of dancing were thrown aside. Every Dothraki woman was dragged from the crowd, and mounted by endless warriors. No man wanted for cunt, mouth, ass or hand. Primal orgasmic cries matched the primal drumbeat of the performers.
Daenerys watched in growing horror at the full-blown orgy she found herself immersed in. She stood there helpless and shaking in her white wedding silks, before she felt a number of hands grope, molest, and pull at her gown. Blinking her attention back to herself, she realized she was surrounded by not only the looming Khal Drogo, but also his bloodriders Cohollo, Qotho and Haggo.
Fear shot through her body as the Khal tore her dress from her in a single mighty jerk and manhandled the beautiful silver-haired Targaryen onto her hands and knees
It wasn’t supposed to be like this, thought Daenerys, as her purple eyes blinked back tears, I must be strong, like the dragon.
Viserys’ sneering face invaded her imagination and snarled, “You are no true dragon. Don’t wake the dragon, whore.”
Her eyes closed for a moment to clear away the vision of her brother. A moment later, Daenerys then looked over her shoulder at Khal Drogo, who had just removed his loincloth and froze entirely, not even noticing that the bloodriders had done the same. His cock was mammoth. As long as most of her forearm, and thick as her wrist, it dangled low and powerful from his lap. Daenery Targaryen’s mouth hung open in shock as her eyes widen at sheer size of his manhood. One of the bloodriders – Haggo – took the opportunity to wrap his hands in Daenerys’ silver locks and shove his own massive organ into her wet and inviting mouth.
Daenerys’ eyes settled on the three stone dragon eggs gifted to her from Magister Illyrio. A calmness overtook Daenerys’ mind, washing away the horror that occupied it so completed. All of her brother’s training to be a proper slut returned, and her mind steeled itself to her assault.
I am the dragon whore.
The Khal’s massive cock grazed between her ass and down to her cleft, and Daenerys’ hands lifted from the ground to wrap around Cohollo and Qotho’s massive monster cocks. Drogo’s hands surrounded her hips and, with a single decisive thrust, impale Daenerys Targaryen’s cunt further than anything has ever before. Immediately Daenerys’ purple eyes roll into her head as she is stretched monstrously and her body quivers, her cunt muscles squeezing and straining and resisting the invader.
Daenerys’ slender hands began to jerk and caress and squeeze the Khal’s bloodrider’s cocks as her head and her plush mouth bobbed-up-and-down on Haggo’s cock, fluttering her tongue under and around it talentedly. Khal Drogo’s hands tighten on her waist and he begins to drive his cock harder-and-harder into the young, pliable woman. The seconds turned to minutes as the four men ravaged an eager Daenerys.
Within moments, Daenerys’ toes curled and a fire built in her stomach. Her eyes popped wide as she trembled to a plateau of pleasure. Her hands tightened around two cocks and her purple eyes lift to meet Haggo’s piercing, lusting gaze. Khal Drogo’s massive cock stretched and distorted her stomach, and filled her more completely than anything the queen could possibly imagine. Already her mind thought the group had more than doubly outlasted the longest she had ever been taken by Viserys.
A burning tremble rocked Daenerys Targaryen’s body and, for the first time in her life, she came. Fire burned from her cunt to the tip of nose. Her skin warmed and she convulsed in climax.
Her mouth clenched and sucked eagerly at the cock in it. The thick cock quivered and the bloodrider drew backwards, leaving Daenerys Targaryen to gasp breathily at the bobbing cock before her face…allowing her to watch as it erupted with a groan from the bloodrider. Rope after rope of burning hot cum exploded over her face. Feeling her face dampen and drip with cum, Daenerys quickens her hands and, moments later, the pair of cocks add their humongous load to her slender, nude body.
Cum soaked her hair and streaked over her naked back. A thick blast coated her closed purple eyes and leaked down her apple cheeks. Strands of cum splashed over Daenerys’ breasts, and dripped to the ground as Daenerys bucked and rode Drogo’s cock.
Never stopping his thrusting, Drogo continued to slam his cock again-and-again into Daenerys’ cunt, outlasting each of his companions. Daenerys’ screams echo, accented by the beats of the primal drums. Wave-after-wave of crashing pleasure washed over her body until, finally, Drogo grunted and buried himself deep inside his new wife and roared his conquest and climax, copious amounts of fertile sperm swarming and filling every bit of Daenerys’ cunt.
Daenerys slumped sorely to the ground as her eyes blinked, stinging and burning from the cum soaking her face. The only sight she could focus on was the Westerosi knight, Ser Jorah, watch her gangbang with intensity, slowly jerking his own capably-sized cock.
Daenerys’ attention was forced back to her predicament as Drogo’s hands wrapped in her silver locks and redirected her face to his lap with a firm, unyielding motion. The small woman parted her lips and ran her tongue up his magnificent cock, tasting herself on his weapon as she surrounded the cock in her mouth, worshiping it with her attention. A brief struggle erupts between the bloodriders, and a moment later Qotho kneeled behind her, guiding his thick cock into her already well-used cunt.
Daenerys groaned and vibrated the cock in her mouth, her mind surprised that her night wasn’t done – and it wasn’t, not by her wildest imagination. The night was long, and by the time the sun rose on the wedding orgy, Daenerys Targaryen was sleeping coated head-to-toe in cum, the Khal’s bloodriders finally satisfied.
She whimpered in her sleep as she dreamt of great columns of flame flaring from her stomach, and in the midst of it rose a dragon. It turned its great head slowly, and when its molten eyes found hers, she woke screaming – only to find the Khal’s cock buried again deep inside of her much more loose cunt. Clutching at her husband, Daenerys mumbles to him, “Yes!”
