Daenerys accepted the challenge wordlessly. Her slender hands moved with purpose, unfastening his breeches with practiced ease. The fabric slid down his powerful thighs, pooling at his feet, freeing the thick, pulsating length of his swollen manhood. It stood proud, veins bulging, the heavy crown glistening with arousal.
Her eyes slightly widened, her fingers instinctively wrapping around his thick girth. She had taken him once before, but the sheer size of him still sent a thrill of nervous excitement through her warm core. She tightened her grip and began stroking him, slowly at first, her delicate fingers struggling to circle his shaft completely.
Robert's body responded to her touch immediately. But he was never the kind of man to just stand and let himself be serviced like some green boy.
His thick arm snaked around her slender waist, pulling her flush against him, while his other hand slid up to clasp her chin. It wasn't rough, not yet, but it was firm. A silent reminder of who was in control.
He tilted her head up, forcing her to meet his gaze, those striking violet eyes locked onto his stormy blue ones.
He licked his lips, admiring the heat in her expression, the way her breath grew uneven. "Ye'll be out cold 'fore I'm done, so where d'ye want me to plant the last stroke?"
Daenerys looked down, his grip loosened just enough for her to drop her gaze. And there it was; his cock, impossibly thick, barely contained in her hands. The sight alone made her stomach tighten with a familiar pulse, her thighs clench together in thirst.
The musky scent hit her all at once. Strong, masculine, and intoxicating. It triggered something deep inside her, a primal memory. One that had once been unsettling but had, over time, twisted into something else.
Her breath deepened as she inhaled, her body betraying her mind as heat pooled between her thighs.
Finally, she made up her mind. She lifted her chin again, eyes burning with determination.
"Since this shall be your reward… Inside is fine."
Robert's grin stretched wider, in wicked amusement. "Ah, so I'll paint yer cunt white? Fine reward, I must say."
Daenerys simply nodded, unwavering.
Without warning, Robert's grip tightened, his arm locking around her waist as he hauled her harder into him. Her grip on his cock froze for a brief second as he combed his thick fingers through her silvery strands, gripping the back of her head. He yanked her face closer, tilting her up into a deep, claiming kiss.
His lips crashed against hers, rough, unyielding, searing hot. His tongue forced its way past her lips, tasting her, claiming every inch of her mouth. Their breaths tangled, hot and ragged, saliva slicking their lips as the kiss grew filthier, messier. He sucked on her tongue, groaning deep in his throat, the sound vibrating through her.
His hand tugged her head back just enough to deepen the kiss even more. His teeth caught her bottom lip, biting down before sucking it into his mouth, leaving her lips glossed with spit.
Robert moved like he owned her, and deep down, Daenerys wanted nothing more than to relive that night full of dripping sin. Still, at first, she clung to her pride, carrying herself with the grace of a queen, trying to keep some semblance of regal control while kissing him slowly. But that slowly crumbled as she tasted his ravenous tongue.
"Let me…" She broke the kiss with effort, lips swollen, mouth gulping between words. "Let me prepare you."
There was a quiet kind of reverence in the way she dropped to her knees, her milky thighs folding neatly beneath her, silver hair cascading around her shoulders. It was a sight to behold: a Targaryen, kneeling for a man with nothing but hunger in her violet eyes. A queen, bowing for a brute.
"Stop there, lass." Roberts abruptly grabbed her wrist before her knees could touch the floor. His grip was iron, firm, and possessive. "We do this proper-like—ye get a mouthful o' me, an' I get a mouthful o' ye. Fair trade, aye?"
She looked up at the giant of a man, her brows lifting. "How?"
"Like this!"
Before she could make sense of his words, Robert's hulking arms wrapped around her waist, but instead of pulling her against him, he twisted, his entire torso shifting sideways. His grip adjusted in a split-second, and the next thing Daenerys knew, she was weightless; hauled up, flipped upside down, her body draped over his like a silken sheet.
Her ashen hair sprinkled down like a waterfall, her legs wide apart, wrapped around his head.
"Aaaah!" Daenerys yelped, her entire body turned upside down.
"Hah! Perks o' bein' built like an ox, lass. Now quit gawkin' an' get to eatin'!"
Her legs dangled around his head. Her pussy blushing pink, glistening with her arousal. He had already stretched her there once, but still looked beautiful and tight on her pale, slender body. Her twitching cunt was now spread open for his taking. And by the gods, he took.
His grip on her waist tightened, thick fingers digging into the soft curve of her hips as he buried his face between her legs. His barely grown stubble was coarse, scratching against her sensitive skin as his tongue delved deep, lapping at her folds, tasting her like a man starved. She was hot and slick, but still so tight, so inviting, gripping and twitching around nothing as if begging to be filled.
Her hips wiggled at the first firm flick of his tongue against her clit, a sharp exhale escaping her lips. "Ooooh—!"
Daenerys barely had time to recover before Robert's lips sealed around her little pearl of pleasure, sucking with just the right pressure to make her thighs shudder against his broad shoulders. He groaned against her, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up her spine.
Meanwhile, Daenerys focused on the beast hanging in front of her face; girthy, veined, throbbing with need. Her delicate fingers wrapped around his length, stroking slowly, her touch soft compared to his brutish handling.
She started with just the tip, pressing her lips to the swollen head. She kissed and licked before parting her mouth to take him in. The taste of musk and salty sweat spread over her tongue, his precum already beading at the tip, smearing against her tongue as she sucked.
She knew full well she'd never take him entirely. He was too big, too thick, the sheer size of him making her jaw strain even as she slowly bobbed her head.
But Robert was impatient.
His hips suddenly bucked forward, shoving more of his length past her lips, making her whimper around him. He didn't stop, didn't let her ease into it. He fucked her mouth the same way he devoured her cunt; greedy and unrelenting.
"Ghhhkk—!" Daenerys choked, her throat squeezing around him, drool spilling past her lips, wet and messy. She tried to brace herself, to find control in the act, but Robert had already seized it.
She was no stranger to rough men taking the helm in bed. But this was different. This was more than just fucking. This was more… arousing.
Easily keeping her caught with one arm, he stretched down the other hand, his fingers fisted in her hair, holding her head from behind, keeping her in place as he pushed deeper, groaning at the feel of her wet, constricting throat.
"Fuck… that's it, lass," he rasped, voice thick with hunger. "Yer takin' it like a queen."
His tongue went back to her cunt with renewed fervor, spearing into her. His lips wrapped around her swollen, sensitive bud, sucking harshly just to feel her tremble in his arms. Her cries of pleasure were muffled around his cock, her moans spilling out in wet, gurgling sounds as her spit dripped down his shaft.
By the time he was done with her, his cock was drenched in sticky strings of her saliva, his chin glistening with the juices of her cunt.
Daenerys muttered incoherently, almost as if she couldn't believe she came by only his tongue. Her swollen lips left slightly open, and her tongue still twitching from the phantom sensation that his brutish cock left.
With a growl, Robert shifted his grip and unceremoniously carried her to the nearby study table.
Robert let Daenerys sit on the edge of the table for a moment, letting her catch her breath, but only so he could admire what he'd done to her. Her body was trembling, slick with sweat and arousal, her parted lips gasping. She was already halfway ruined, and he hadn't even truly begun.
Then, he lifted her into his arms again, ready to ruin her completely.
"Oh!"
Face to face, he shoved his arms beneath her knees and circled down to grip her ass. His wide, rough palms kneaded into her soft flesh.
Daenerys wrapped her arms around his neck instinctively, a little out of fear of falling, but mostly out of lustful expectation.
He carried her in the air effortlessly, her delicate little body meaningless in his strength. Her slick, flushed pussy hovered just above his aching cock, the swollen cockhead already nudging against her inner thighs.
"Don't be shy—let's hear ye' cry out to the Gods! It' ain't' pleasure till you worship them!"
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