4 Escalation

Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen… is conflicted, to say the least. She presses her lips together in a thin line as she walks along, Missandei at her back. She has just finished speaking with the one among them that the Unsullied have made their new commander. Grey Worm's words echo through her mind and resonate with her very soul.

According to the young man, he believed his old name to be cursed, for it was the name he had the day that the slavers came for him. But Grey Worm, by that same token, was in fact lucky. He told her it gave him pride to wear the name Grey Worm, because that was the name that he had the day that she, Daenerys Stormborn, freed him and all his brothers.

She does not feel worthy of such loyalty, such praise. Sometimes, she feels like a lost little girl who cannot help but run to the safety and comfort of the one thing she feels can protect her. Well, he probably wouldn't approve of being called a thing…

Daenerys rounds the corner and a wide smile spreads across her face as she takes in the appearance of her children. Drogon, twice the size of his much smaller brothers, lounges across a particularly large rock as Viserion and Rhaegal both greedily consume a charred horse a bit away. The dragons are out of sight of the main army, and those that follow her like it that way. They are discomforted by her beautiful children, Drogon most of all. Even Missandei…

"Missandei, you should go now."

Her dark-skinned servant bows low and prepares to leave, only to cry out and drop to her knees as Drogon transmits a sudden burst of desire and emotion to both she and Daenerys. Only the Targaryen, the dragon-blooded, is able to stay standing as Drogon makes his lusts known. As such, she steps in between her most aggressive child and her servant and shakes her head back and forth.

"Drogon! No! If you must… then you will make use of me and no other."

There is a pause and the only sound is Missandei's shuddered breathing behind her as Drogon seems to consider this for a long moment. Then, her dragon sends desire again, but this time Daenerys can tell it's meant for her and her alone. For now… Missandei is safe.

"Missandei… leave us."

"Y-Your Grace, I-…"

"Leave, now."

She hates being so short with the young former slave. She wants to be close to Missandei, but in this at the very least, Daenerys must but stern. Once the dark-skinned woman is gone, she approaches Drogon slowly, carefully, as the large dragon slips onto his side a bit more and exposes his already growing cock. Licking her lips, Daenerys crouches down beside her beautiful child.

Ever since Astapor, this had become a daily occurrence. It was her fault, she knew that much. She truly did spoil him, just as Jorah had warned back on the ship. And yet, how could she not? She loved all three of her dragons as her children… but there was so much more to her bond with Drogon. She reaches out with both hands, one sliding down Drogon's chest and belly, and the other grasping at his draconic cock.

Just like the rest of his body, his dick was growing fast, not just because of his arousal, but simply from day to day in overall size. She's taken him into her mouth easily that first time back in Astapor. Now she could barely fit her lips around his cockhead without stretching her jaw beyond its breaking point. Still, once he grew anxious and agitated from just her hand stroking at his length, Daenerys leans forward, and does as she must.

The silver-haired, violet eyed beauty's tongue lashes at the tip of Drogon's member as she bobs her head back and forth along the very top of his massive ridged member. This is what she can manage and any more than this risks doing irreparable damage to her mouth. So far, Drogon has seemed to be aware of this. He has pushed her no further. Of course, the day before she could take just a couple more inches of his cock into her open lips.

Now… Daenerys is not entirely surprised when Drogon's claws suddenly rest in her hair, though she does stiffen in momentary fear before relaxing. She knows he will not hurt her. Slowly, Drogon uses his gentle, tender grip to pull her head back. His nostrils flare as he breathes in her scent. Then, the sensations blast across their connection once more and Daenerys' eyes widen as she realizes what she wants from her.

She finds herself staring at his ridged cock, now held in both of her comparably small hands as her smooth palms stroke at it.

"It would… it would never fit Drogon. Surely you can't-"

Before she can even finish the sentence however, her eldest child growls and sends her the same sensations, emotions, desires as before. There is a bit of reassurance along with them though this time around. He will not hurt her, no matter what, he will not harm her. Daenerys can't help but whimper, even as she feels slightly comforted by his words.

All the same, the young woman, the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms takes her hands from Drogon's cock and turns away from him. Biting her lower lip, Daenerys hikes up her dress until her beautiful, shapely ass is exposed. Leaning forward, she sets her face against the cold dirt she's knelt on, even as she lifts her hips up.

Drogon's massive shape causes a shadow to fall over her as he encompasses her small form with his entire body. She shivers as his cock runs along her underside, sliding up along her belly and abdomen and navel, until the tip of it, slick with her saliva and attention, comes to a stop against the slit between her thighs. Drogon's claws rest on either side of his head as he nudges at her entrance experimentally.

To Daenerys' relief and shame, there's more give than one might expect. She's wet, as embarrassing as it is to admit it. Getting Drogon off day after day has become an arousing experience for her, not least of all because of how delicious his seed is. And so, as the eldest and largest of her children by far begins to push into her, her wet, dripping cunt spreads open for him and sucks his length inside of it.

He is as big as one would expect, bigger even then she'd ever expect to be able to take. But his seed has had effects on Daenerys' body that she's unaware of. As a result, Drogon's cock spears into her far past the breaking point, without actually breaking anything. The moment of fascination and horror for Daenerys comes when she looks back beneath her and can literally see her dragon's cock bulging out of her belly as he plunges into her.

Her cervix is certainly not obstacle and he's soon inside of her womb. It is at the same time the most pleasurable and most painful thing that Daenerys Stormborn has experienced, and given her life experiences up until this point, that is no small thing.

A keening sound leaves the silver-haired woman's throat, but Drogon is covering her in his wings as he fucks into her. Even if someone comes to the dragon's place, perhaps to try and find her, Daenerys knows they will not see her and hopefully they will not hear her either. She is completely covered, pinned down by Drogon's massive body as he continues to fuck her with nice, long, powerful strokes.

Is it wrong to compare the cock of her dragon child to that of her Sun and Stars? Perhaps it is, because in Daenerys' pleasure-fevered mind, in that instant, she cannot help but find her dead husband to be entirely wanting. As the first orgasm wracks her young, nubile body, Daenerys Targaryen cannot help but both silently and not-so-silently praise the virtues of dragon dick.

"F-Fuck Drogon… gods you're so big…"

It doesn't help that the entire time he fucks her, Drogon assaults her mind with his pleasure, with his desire. As his arousal builds and hers builds alongside it, it feels almost as if he is penetrating her thoughts even as he penetrates her body. He fucks her cunt, but he also fucks her soul and it makes the experience all the more euphoric for the young woman as she gets her first true taste of dragon cock.

And then the beginning of the end starts. Daenerys' violet eyes widen as she feels Drogon's member begin to pulse and throb inside of her. Before she can do anything besides open her mouth, though what she would say, she knows not, he is cumming inside of her. Daenerys' open mouth turns into a silent scream as no sounds issue forth, even as her eyes bulge out of her skull and her womb is bombarded with a hose of dragon cum.

By the time Drogon is done cumming inside of her, Daenerys is wiped out, both mentally and physically. When he pulls back from her, the young woman doesn't even realize that its human hands who arrive to help her, pulling her dress down and lifting her to her feet. As she staggers away from her smug, satisfied child with an arm slung around someone else's shoulder and a limp in her step, she does not see or acknowledge that Missandei has come back to help her… and later, when she awakens, she does not remember Missandei even being there.

As such, she has no idea that as Missandei helps her away from Drogon, the dark-skinned former slave looks back at the intelligence in the dragon's eyes and bites her lower lip, far too curious for her own good.

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I was fairly certain that my mother was too out of it after our little sexual encounter to even realize that Missandei had disobeyed her orders and stuck around. That was fine though, because I certainly wasn't. I'd seen the beautiful dusky young woman watching from behind a rock fairly early on. My eyes had met hers and I'd held Missandei's gaze, even as I hid my mother from her view and began to penetrate the beautiful Targaryen Queen.

The entire time that I'd been plowing Daenerys beneath the cover of my wings, I'd also been staring at Missandei. All the pleasure and desire and lust that I'd pushed onto Daenerys during the mating, I'd also sent Missandei's way as well. It was no wonder that she began to masturbate partway through the experience. She couldn't see anything of course, but the dark-skinned girl could still feel everything that I was doing to her mistress. Watching her orgasm right alongside Daenerys was certainly a treat.

When I'd finally pulled away from my mother, her pussy filled with my cum and then some, Missandei had been quick to right herself and run to my mother's aid. I was quite impressed with the way she set aside her own pleasure so quickly in order to be at the side of the woman who'd given her freedom. Even as Missandei helped a limping Daenerys away from me, I could see her own long, lithe legs wobbling a bit.

And of course, when she'd looked back over her shoulder at me, I'd sent the young woman my nicest bit of mental focus. It was mostly just emotions and vague sensations, but translated, if she even could translate it, I basically told her to come back later alone if she wanted to get some herself.

… I'd figured it had something like a fifty/fifty chance of working, going off what I could smell of her arousal in the air.

Now it seemed that things had come down on the side of the fifty percent where she DID show up, because while my siblings slumbered nearby and the army that my mother had managed to commandeer slumbered under the light of the full moon, Missandei stood before me wearing a simple cloak. I looked her up and down and snorted, as if unimpressed. As a result, she reached up and undid the cloak's clasp, letting it drop, to pool at her feet on the ground.

I raise my head to show my interest is piqued. The former slave is certainly a curiosity as she approaches me with a blush on her face. Pushing my desire on her sees her reel. Her legs buckle and she falls to her knees before me. A moment later, she's pressing her forehead and palms to the ground as well, actively prostrating herself before me in worship.

"G-Great Dragon… I beg of you… mercy."

I tilt my head to the side curiously, even as I send her a pulse of confusion. Slowly, Missandei raises her head. Her chocolate eyes meet my own amber irises and she licks her full lips even as sweat gleams off of her dusky skin.

"Y-You tease me… I n-need release. Please, I will do anything… A-Allow me to worship you, as my mistress does."

Damn, I hadn't known I'd given it to Missandei so bad… well, why the hell not right? Rolling onto my side, I allow my draconic cock to become exposed to the former slave girl. As soon as she sees the movement, her eyes widen in surprise and delight and a moment later she's at my side, her hands already reaching for my length. She takes it in her hands and I watch, intrigued as she strokes at my cock in the exact same way Daenerys would.

It would seem a certain enterprising slut has been spying on me and my mother for longer than I thought. Was it only in recent days, or was it from all the way back in Astapor, that very first time? Had she watched us from behind a wall as Daenerys sucked me off? Regardless, Missandei is quick to follow my mother's example. She rubs her smooth palms up and down my cock even as she opens her mouth as wide as she can to suck the tip of my member in between her wide, full lips.

This is one area where Missandei excels over Daenerys, though I would argue that the dark-skinned beauty is just as gorgeous as my mother, just in different ways. Missandei has a wider mouth than Daenerys and it shows as she pushes her jaw to the limit and takes not only my cockhead but also the next two ridges of my draconic length in between her lips.

She chokes a little on my dick, but that doesn't stop her from swirling her tongue around the bit she's managed to get in her mouth. Nor does it prevent her from beginning to bob up and down along my girth, as much as she can manage anyways. I lean back and watch her, enjoying the experience immensely. Daenerys is eager to drink my seed, that much is true, but the oral experience between the two women is immediately apparent.

Missandei has sucked more cocks in her life than my mother, that's just a simple fact, setting aside the likely reasons for why that is. Still, at least this time is her choice… sort of. It's apparent that my ability to project my emotions and desires onto humans goes beyond just communication. I've driven Missandei to this, made her desperate to have a taste of my pleasure.

Well, might as well give her what she wants. As Missandei goes to town on my cock, I make sure to send all of my pleasure and enjoyment along to her. She moans wantonly and sends distinctly delicious vibrations up my cock as she does so, which in turn gets sent to her. When the dusky young woman cums just from bobbing up and down on my cock I almost miss it, but when the second orgasm comes around shortly after the first, I don't miss that one.

Missandei's lower half squirms and shakes and spasms even as she happily works at my shaft until finally, I can no longer hold back. My release surprises her, as I give no warning. Her eyes go wide as my cum spurts into her mouth and tries to go down her throat. She chokes and gags and it flows back up, exploding out of her nostrils and the corners of her mouth. It amuses me, that back in my old world this sexual moment is referred to as an 'angry dragon' and I'm, well… I've never been further from angry in this moment, heh.

In the end, the former slave looks like quite the mess by the time I'm done with her. My white, hot seed looks absolutely amazing against her dark skin, a startling bit of contrast as she tastes a bit of my seed and then quickly devours all of it, just as fast as Daenerys had. Once she's done, she pulls back, coughing a bit still. Then, she bows before me again before rising and moving to her cloak. Once she's put it back on, Missandei spares me one last glance.

"I… thank you, Great Dragon."

And then she blushes even harder, ducks her head, and leaves just like that. I can't help but snort derisively at her departure. Silly slut, thanking me… mm, but perhaps she should at that. It was a great privilege, getting to pleasure a dragon.

… I snort in derision again, this time at myself. God I'm getting full of myself at this point.

Still, was it arrogance if it was true? Lounging back, I let out a low yawn that rumbles all the way up through my chest. A nice blowjob/handjob combo was just what I needed to give myself a nightcap. Now I would soon fall into a nice, deep slumber, just like my sleeping siblings. And tomorrow, I'd go ahead and go hunting for some more meat. Couldn't start slacking off just because we were out of Astapor and on our way to Yunkai now after all.

I might have lost my easy supply of slavers to cook and chow down on, but eh, there'd be more in Yunkai. Daenerys wasn't about to stop me from eating my fair share of human flesh. I saw my best growth when I was consuming the "other white meat".

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