"I want you to say it." They were perched atop one of the walls of Kings Landing, riding Drogon. His arms were wrapped around her and both their hearts were pounding out of their chests. They had successfully burned through every scorpion and ship in their path, and now the city was theirs for the taking.
The Golden Company had gone up in flames within seconds, and her army was hanging back, waiting to take the city when they commanded. They had abandoned Davos and the Northmen at Dragonstone, not trusting their loyalty to survive this test. Tyrion had come, but that was only because they wanted him to see the city burn.
Suddenly a clear sound pierced the air. The bells began to ring. "Mercy!" and "Surrender!" were heard throughout the streets.
"I want you to say it, my King." She purred into his ear. "I want you to have the honor of giving the command."
He tilted his head towards her to bring his lips to hers. Breaking apart, the two urged Drogon on, and he finally said it as they began their flight over the city. "Dracarys."
As the flames burst forth beneath them he found himself hardening against the small of her back. The power was unimaginable, and sharing it with her only strengthened the sensation. He slid his hand down Daenerys' chest to begin to work at the lacing of her leathers. "Jaehaerys." She moaned, and a building next to the erupted as a hidden cache of wildfire caught.
"So naughty, nephew. What will the small folk say?" She mused as she helped slide his fingers to her dripping core. His hard cock pressed into her back. "They'll bow before us as I fuck you on the throne if we command it, Daenerys."
His fingers probed her entrance while his other hand snaked up to knead her breasts as he sucked at her neck. "Yes, Jae. Just like that." He slid a finger inside her and she purred while he teased a nipple through the thin leather of her dress. Drogon had reached the Red Keep and Daenerys screamed out "Dracarys" in a fit of pleasure. Soon their ancestral home began to fall to the ground.
"Do you really want to burn it?" Jaehaerys asked, slowly pulling out of her to tease her lips instead. "What about the throne?"
She turned, cupping his face to bring his eyes to hers. "Dragonstone will be our home, my King. We're going to lay waste to this entire city. If the throne is left standing when we're done, then it will be all that is left standing. No one but you or I shall leave this city alive." She pulled him in for a crushing kiss. "Now, fuck your Queen."
He turned his attentions back to her sopping pussy, sliding one, two, then three fingers in and out of her, stretching her for his dick later. "When we're back on the ground I'm going to fuck you so hard." Jaehaerys circled her nub with his thumb and she shuttered against him. "I want you to picture my throbbing cock pounding into this perfect little pussy. I want you to think about how it's going to feel when my seed is pouring down onto your thighs."
He thrust in and out of her with his fingers, slowing every now and then to pull out to softly tease her lips and rub her nub. He suckled at her pulse, pinching and pulling her nipples. She bucked against his hand, and by the time Kings Landing lay in ruin, she had come three times. His cock was ready to burst through his leathers, and they moved to land in the Dothraki camp once the final bricks of the city had come down.
They dismounted to cheers of victory, the last of the Dothraki eager to follow their victorious Queen into battle again. The force that had remained on Dragonstone during the Battle of the Long Night was small compared to her former full army, but they were still considerable in number.
Night was falling, and Daenerys instructed them to make camp and continue to wait outside the city until tomorrow, when they would comb through the rubble for the survivors. Jon and her made their way to the central tent, where he practically ripped off her clothes. She joined him in tearing at his, then stilled for a moment, breaking their embrace. "Daenerys?"
He searched her eyes, and found her deep in thought. Then she turned to him, a devious smile forming on her face. "My love, we showed great strength today. The Dothraki follow the strong. They have followed me loyally for years now, but it is time they accept you as their leader as well."
She took his hand and moved to lead him out of the tent. He didn't follow, almost slipping from her grip. "Jaehaerys, I want you to fuck me under the stars. In front of the Khalasar. I want you to claim your Queen for all to see." He continued to hesitate. She leaned into him, kissing his chest, then neck, inching her mouth up to his ear to whisper into it. "It's the Dothraki way, my love. It's also traditional that you would take me from behind. Hard."
"Dany…" he had tried before and she had stopped him. It had been too painful, drawn up too many memories of Drogo before she had tamed him. When he had tried she had shut down, almost beginning to cry. But now she was practically begging him to, her eyes inviting him, one soft hand wrapped around his cock and the other tugging at his wrist. "As my Queen commands."
She grinned devilishly and pulled him outside. A large fire had been built outside her tent, and they would be visible to all. Those that saw them began to shout words of congratulations and praise. She turned to kiss him deeply before shouting out a few words of Dothraki and then falling to her knees before him. Looking down on her supple ass Jon found himself hardening again, and knelt down to take her.
With one swift move he hammered into her, and both gasped in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Daenerys was near to being spent from their time atop Drogon, but she had to remain strong in front of her people.
He pounded into her relentlessly, one had gripping her hip and the other reaching forward to entangle itself in her hair. He grunted with each thrust, methodically chanting her name. Those surrounding them began to toast and cheer words of encouragement to their new Khal. "Fuck, Dany. You feel so good."
He slapped her ass, taking a moment to admire how it jiggled with every thrust into her. Then he snaked a hand around her hip to her nub, circling it lightly. She screamed in pleasure as he thrust into her even faster, driving both of them to their climax. This position allowed him to go deeper than any other, slamming into her and filling her again and again. He looked up to the stars and shouted her name as he released, her release soon following. He slumped over her a moment before pulling out and rising up, moving to help her to her feet.
She leaned against him for support, completely spent. They were met with cheers from the entire Khalasar. After she shouted out something in Dothraki the two made their way back into the tent. Daenerys settled down into their furs while Jon pulled on his breeches and left to go find some food. When he returned he found his queen fast asleep, his seed still dripping out of her swollen cunt. He gently wiped it away, bent to kiss her brow, then slid himself under the furs next to her.