Her body trembled, and her walls clenched tight. Her pussy throbbed around the slightest peek of his cockhead, her sopping lower lips struggling against the sheer size of him. She swallowed hard, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
It felt rabid, invading, as if she was being split apart by something that shouldn't even fit. She had taken men before, had felt them inside her, willingly or unwillingly. But this? This was something else. Even when she was soaked, dripping, aroused by him, his sheer size threatened to tear her open.
And she hadn't even taken him in yet.
Robert smirked at her face as if challenging her and crossed his arms behind his head. He reveled in the beautiful view, her heaving breasts, her gasping mouth. And those eyes, wide, glistening with both arousal and something close to fear.
Slowly, Daenerys took him in, inch by inch, her tight little cunt struggling to stretch around him. She felt every thick ridge of his cock as her walls clenched in resistance, only to be forced apart. She rose slightly, wincing at the sting, then sank down again, deeper this time. Her breath started to pant, her delicate fingers pressed into his chest as she struggled to take more of him. But she couldn't imagine taking all of him.
Robert watched, amused. His smirk widened as he reached for her shimmering breasts. His large, calloused hands spread over her pale mounds, kneading her pale bosom, though they weren't nearly enough to fill his palms. He made do, rolling her stiff, rosy nipples between his thick fingers before flicking them.
"Oh–ummh…" Daenerys jerked with a choked moan.
By then, she had barely taken half of his cock, and it was already too much for her tight, soaked slit. She shuddered, collapsing against him, her body folding forward until her head landed beneath his chin. Her breaths came out in desperate, shivering pants, her walls trembling wildly around the sheer girth splaying her open.
Robert chuckled, feeling her struggle. He could feel the little twitches of her cunt, the way it squeezed him like she was still trying to force him out.
"Let me help," he murmured, his voice dripping with wicked amusement.
His wide hands gripped her asscheeks; full, round, and deliciously firm beneath his rough palms. He lifted her effortlessly, her body light as a ragdoll in his grasp. His cock slipped free from her drenched hole, slick and glistening with her arousal, throbbing in salute as he adjusted her position.
Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust of his hips, he drove himself right back in, claiming her tight, Targaryen pussy.
"Aaaaah!" Daenerys's scream was sharp, her back arching as he filled her deeper than ever before. Her thighs trembled violently. "S-Slow!"
Robert was already going slow, agonizingly so. His fingers sank into the soft flesh of her ass, kneading her as he moved, rolling his hips up, compelling her to take more and more of him. Each deliberate shove pushed past every last bit of tightness still left in her, stretching her wider, ruining her inch by inch, claimed by her greatest enemy.
And by the gods, she felt it all. Pain and lust melding together inside her, as her pussy dribbled out in aid of him.
Daenerys moaned helplessly, her breath came out in long gasps. She had no control, no power to stop him from taking her, from making her take all of his pulsating manhood whether she could handle it or not.
Her lips parted, desperate for something, anything, to keep herself from going crazy. With a needy little whimper, she lowered her mouth to his chest, pressing her tongue flat against his hot, sweaty skin. She licked at his nipple, sucking lightly, her moans vibrating against his flesh. Her exhales came in soft, frantic bursts, each one filled with submission.
Robert groaned at the sensation, his cock twitching inside her.
Her body was his to use, his to claim. And yet, something in her shifted. Perhaps it was the way he handled her so easily, or the way he filled her completely, but somewhere between those slow, deep thrusts, Daenerys found herself surrendering to desire.
She let out a shaky breath and pushed herself up.
Robert's dark brows rose slightly as she sat back, her hands supporting her own body as her hips moved. Her fingers traced over her stomach, then higher, cupping her own breasts. She kneaded them, pinching her stiff nipples, moaning as she began to ride the stallion of a man.
She rose on his cock, slow and deliberate, letting it drag against every sensitive inch of her, before lowering her pussy again. His cock went deeper, until she was completely speared on his unforgiving length.
Then again.
And again.
A rhythm was formed, a sinful dance as old as time. She tossed her silver hair back, shaking it free from her shoulders, her moans growing louder as she rode him in slow, rolling waves. "Ummh… Ohhh… Yess…"
Robert groaned, watching, feeling the way her slick walls clenched around him with each bounce of her perfect ass. His hands found her thighs, squeezing hard into her flesh. The squeezes of her pussy, the brush of her wet flesh as his cock churned inside her, all of it threatened to swallow him whole.
But he wasn't going to let her control him that easily. His hips kept jerking up, nudging her cervix with his bulbous tip over and over.
Suddenly, her body tensed. A high-pitched, shattered cry tore from her lips as pleasure slammed through her.
Her cunt quivered around him, clamping down in violent, wet squelches while he kept thrusting up. Her thighs trembled against his sides, her nails raking down his chest as she came with a mind-numbing, uncontrollable climax. Her whole body was shaking in the blissful agony of it all.
"Ahhhhh!"
Her trembling body finally slumped forward against his broad chest, breathless, still quivering in the aftershocks of her climax.
But Robert wasn't done. His lust burned too hot, too wild. His hands found her hips, and with a guttural growl, he drove up into her once more. Hard, fast, unrelenting.
"Oooooh!" Daenerys moaned out a breath.
His thick shaft plundered her, hammering deep, stretching her ruined walls even wider as he fucked her mindlessly. His balls slapped against her soaked slit with every thrust, the squelching and obscene sound of their flesh colliding filling the room.
She felt it, every brutal inch reaching places he had no right to, tearing her apart until he slammed to the hilt, shoving against the very entrance of her womb. She could almost feel her insides shifting, rammed deeper into her. In utter sense, he was ruining her.
"Argh… There…" Robert growled through clenched teeth, his cock throbbing, his peak nearing.
"No!" Daenerys gasped, panic flashing in her violet eyes. The thought of him spilling his potent seed inside her sent a jolt of fear down her spine. She was a queen, far too blue-blooded to accept his seed.
She yanked herself off his impaling cock, her thighs trembling as she scrambled between his legs. His cock, slick with her juices, throbbed furiously in the open air, aching, pulsing, desperate.
Still, she understood a man's need.
Her hands wrapped around his monstrous shaft; both hands, stroking, twisting, churning him fast and rough. Whenever her grip ran dry, she spat in her palms, keeping it wet, slick, sinful. Her fingers danced over his veins, squeezing at the swollen head, milking him, coaxing him toward release.
She smirked up at him, her expression wicked, teasing. "Y-You can… have more… a lot more… of this," she panted, licking her swollen lips. "And more."
"Argh… Aye…" Robert grunted, his massive chest heaving. The sight of her pale and flushed face framed by those damp silver strands, her hands so petite against the sheer size of him; only pushed him closer to the edge.
But Daenerys wasn't the only one desperate. Her cunt still throbbed, still gaping from his brutal fucking. She felt empty without him, ruined yet yearning, her body betraying her with a dull, aching need.
"Arrrrg… There… you go!"
Finally, Robert roared, his whole body tensing as he exploded. Thick, hot ropes of his seed shot out, painting her hands, her wrists, but that wasn't all. The next spurt landed straight across her cheek, streaking up to her forehead. More followed, splattering onto her parted lips, her chin, and dripping down her throat in creamy trails.
Daenerys flinched at the first shot, recoiling slightly before her lips curled into a breathless grin. She should have expected this. She did. But not quite like this. Still, she didn't stop. Her hands kept stroking, milking him, squeezing out every last drop until his virile length gave one final, shuddering throb.
Panting, spent, Robert finally relaxed back against the mattress, utterly drained.
Daenerys released his cock, fingers slick with his seed, and wiped them against the ruined bedsheets. She then grabbed her discarded dress, using it to wipe her face clean before collapsing beside his massive frame.
She wanted to discuss matters, but her body betrayed her. Too sore, too spent. Her lashes fluttered closed, her breathing slowing into soft, purring sighs as sleep claimed her instantly.
Robert, hearing her sleeping breath, stared at the ceiling. If there was any doubt, he was now sure that there was no Robert in him other than the name. The true Robert would have killed Daenerys on sight.
Not fuck her passionately.
And even worse. Desire more.
Astapor and Yunkai it is.
He looked down at her perfect, beautiful face resting on his arm, looking towards him in serene calm. Her beauty truly struck him as unique. Sadly, he knew that what lay within her mind mattered the most.
One! I'll give you one final chance to prove me wrong. Prove to me you're not cursed with madness.
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