This is what Daenerys looks like in this fanfic. Enjoy!
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The peace would not last for long.
Very soon the bad news from the Wall had made its way South into Winterfell. The Wilding army was eventually quelled with the help of Stark reinforcements but the damage to the Night's Watch was clear. Michael's half-brother, Jon Snow, who was believed dead, had instead been undercover in the Wilding army after the horrible end to the Final Ranging of Lord Mormont. He was also elected Lord Commander and continued to work with Robb to man the other forts along the Wall.
But the Wall was one of the least concerns for Michael Stark. Even with the news of Wights and Others, it was a long way away, deep in the Winter. And Robb and the other Lords would take care of that. Michael's job was strategy, the long-term strategy of House Stark and their revenge on House Lannister.
His main concern was the rumors of Dragons in Slaver's Bay, controlled by a Targaryen Queen. This was his golden ticket, another King, or queen in this case, to declare for. Michael did still frequent visits to the Wall. His prowess in strategy was crucial to manning the Wall. But he was inclined to visit Braavos, that was the city where he picked up all of his information on this Targaryen Queen, who was most likely Daenerys Targaryen. All he had to do was play the waiting game and be ready to have the Starks join her side when the time came.
In the years of waiting, he brooded over battles strategies and coordinated his plans with Robb, who now had full faith in Michael and would do almost anything he said. The part where she is a Targaryen being that almost. But eventually Robb caved, and the plan was given the go ahead.
Sansa, meanwhile, only had sex on her mind. The constant womb sex had driven her crazy, and on most days her main priority was making her brother as horny as possible. Wearing revealing or tight dresses or grinding against him whenever they met was just the start. She would make sexual gestures when no one was watching, such as imitating a blowjob or purposely walking in front of him to show a prime view of her ass. Having sex until daybreak became the norm. At least that was the case. Sansa would pass out after 2 or 3 hours, so Michael would call in Layla to fuck the rest of the night. The fucking was less intense with Layla, but it was just barely enough. In the morning though the stench of his hot semen would fill the room and Sansa and Layla's overflowing vaginas could be seen. In the bath, Michael would occasionally pull one of them into the tub with him and there he would generally release his first load of the morning.
But his journeys to the Wall left him on a dry streak and with cold feet but seeing the Night's Watch rebuild was a sight to behold. Every time he went there another fort would be manned, and the numbers of Brothers swelled after Robb managed to encourage the Lords to send men to be sworn in.
The trips to Braavos, though were completely different. There he was allowed to bring Layla with him, and there were whores there who were wet and willing. Some of them even began asking him for sex. And, boy, were some of the women hot, although they were not on Sansa's level, they were still enough to satisfy his endless lust, at least on some nights where there were five of them all whining for his cock like the broodmares that they were.
That was mostly after the sunset. During the day, though, he would spend his time walking the harbors looking for information or conversation about Daenerys Targaryen. Some said that she bathed in the blood of virgins to keep her skin supple. Others believed that she fed her dragons children, live and wriggling, but most agreed that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. The more Michael heard about her, the more he wanted to see her.
The most shocking news came when the rumor that Aegon Targaryen was alive and that he was now leading the Golden Company along with Daenerys Targaryen and her Unsullied and freedmen to Westeros. This was Michael's chance. He had to catch them and bring them to Winterfell. Dragons and the most beautiful woman in the world were all coming straight to him. Michael could not help but laugh the day he heard about this.
Soon he was on his way South on a single ship. Aegon would most likely seek out his Uncle: Prince Doran and use Dorne to mount his attack on the Lannisters. Michael had to meet them before that and persuade him to come North to Winterfell.
He ran into the fleet just north of the stepstones. It was a rather shaky introduction to the Targaryen court, everyone there had their suspicions about him, but Michael knew his way around people. Sweet words and a swift tongue were his weapons before the King. It was in that court that he met Daenerys Targaryen. She really was the most beautiful woman in the world.
"Your Grace, this is Ser Michael of House Stark, he says he comes bearing a message" announced Lord Connington.
King Aegon and Queen Daenerys were both seated on their respective chairs within the large cabin, intentionally spaced apart to show that they are not wed. The size of the court was limited due to the confined space so Michael's audience would be smaller than what he wanted but it did not matter.
"Speak, Ser Michael" said King Aegon.
"Your Grace, I come bearing a message from House Stark. We urge you to turn your fleet North….
And so, Michael spoke to the King about his plan, and his reasoning behind their alliance. Their revenge on House Lannister and a chance for peace between the Starks and the Targaryens. Most of the court was unconvinced, but the King felt otherwise. Throughout the appeal, Daenerys voiced her desire for revenge not only against the Lannisters but also the Starks. Her voice was silky smooth, and her lips were so tantalizing. God, I have to fuck this woman. It was then that Michael replied,
"Your Grace, if I may speak bluntly, it is not for us to choose what options are to come before us, but instead to use the options that are already there. I have every reason to hold a grudge against House Targaryen, but I do not see the merit in doing so for it is much more convenient to ally ourselves with Your Grace,"
He knew that had an impact on her, she was speechless. And just like that he had separated himself from all the other men that she had encountered. Smart and witty yet having a body that was built for combat. It was just what she looked for in a man, and Michael had all of it. Not to mention she could see the outline of his dick, and she immediately that he was far above average.
Michael then went on to speak of the Others that plagued the Wall, again there were skeptics but there were also many people who considered the possibility. After the court was closed, King Aegon deliberated for a few days, going back and forth between his advisors and Michael before finally deciding to turn North. He allowed Michael to remain on his ship as a valued guest, although they kept a watch on him just in case.
Michael spent most of his time with the Targaryen court. It was a long journey back to Winterfell, especially for such a large fleet and there were many people to know. King Aegon had control over the Golden Company and his closest adviser was the former Hand Jon Connington. His bushy red beard was often seen around the King and he clearly did not like Michael's presence on the vessel and in the court. King Aegon, on the other hand, slowly developed a liking for Michael. He was always fond of stories and adventures, and Michael had plenty to tell him. Stories of the Stark rebellion and the victory at the Whispering Wood were among the more recent ones, but the old tales of the Wall and the Dance of the Dragons intrigued him even more. The King also had an affinity for battle, he would often request to spar with Michael or Ser Barristan at the most unusual of times, but in that time the bond between Stark and Targaryen grew ever stronger.
Speaking of strong bonds, Queen Daenerys had also taken a liking to him, although in a completely different manner. She was often surrounded by her court from Meereen, but when she was not, she was with Michael. It seemed to him that her first encounter with him had left a lasting impression in her mind. She would often join Michael at the bow of the ship, where it was only just the two of them, and now that he had a closer look at her he could not deny that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She had violet eyes and her cheeks had a permanent blush, but when Michael would touch her face, he found that there was no make up on it. It was her natural look. Her lips were full and cherry red, they were made to be devoured and her hair flowed down her shoulders like a cascade of molten silver. That was not all though, her body was one of the sexiest he had ever seen. She had small tits, but she had the most amazing ass Michael had ever seen. It was bigger than Sansa's but firmer, and she would often wear revealing or tight dresses to accentuate her ass. Her perfectly flat stomach made her ass look even larger and made Michael even hornier for her.
Michael did not bring Layla along with him on this trip, so his only chance of release was to fuck the Targaryen Queen, but she was such a tease. Along with seeing him on the bow of the ship, she would sometimes summon him to her quarters. Often more than not she would be dressed in a short night gown with no undergarments, her hard perky nipples visible through the thin fabric. She would then sit next to him on the bed, brushing her hot body against him and intently staring at his hard on. Then at the last moment she would pull away and engage in some lighthearted conversation. Taking her here would not be so smart for his reputation.
Michael would look forward to seeing her on the deck. The day before they pulled into White Harbor they met for the last time on the bow. She was dressed in more formal dress. The Targaryen symbol was embroidered on the left side of her doublet. Her eyes followed him as he walked up the stairs, just darting down to his crotch for a split second., the outline of his half-hard manhood clearly visible.
"Good morning, Your Grace"
"Good morning, Ser Michael" She greeted back. Her tone was formal, but it had a hint of flirtatiousness to it. Their conversations often began like this, before descending into an endless whirlpool of flirting and sexual gestures, but today was different.
"We're almost there. I'd say that by the evening the shores of Westeros should be visible to us, although White Harbor is not the grand homecoming you expected."
She smiled. "All my life I have wanted to come here and claim my birth right. I could have never imagined that it would be like this."
"Do you mean coming to Winterfell with the Starks? Or that your nephew is the King?"
"That and much more" She teased. Then she did something unexpected, she got up on her toes and kissed Michael briefly. Then she turned around and grazed her ass against his full hard on and walked away, but at the last moment she turned back and said to him. "I get a bit lonely in the night, would you mind keeping me company?"
"Of course, Your Grace"
Dany was almost skipping with delight when she made her way to her quarters. Irri and Jhiqui were waiting for her.
"He is coming again today, so you two will have to sleep elsewhere again."
"Khaleesi." Voiced Jhiqui "I do not believe that this Westerosi man is safe."
"Yes, Khaleesi" joined Irri "His …"
"His what?"
"His beast"
"It's a Direwolf, Irri" Dany snapped, her tone was irritant.
"Your Grace, if I may" Ser Barristan appeared from the door to the cabin behind her.
"Yes, go on."
"It I well known that the mark of a child of Eddard Stark is their Direwolf, but now that I have seen one of them, I have realized that it is not as it seems. When I look at them, I feel the same presence from Ser Michael as I do from the wolf,"
"I like dangerous men, especially ones like him. What is so wrong with that?"
"In Westeros, they call him the Black Wolf. Not because his wolf is black, nay, because of his cunning nature. All of the Lords of Westeros are weary of him including Tywin Lannister. The day he appeared here the spoke of how the Lannisters killed his Father and then lied through their teeth, but I do not believe that he has let go of the grudge against your House."
"Yes, he did not, but is it not obvious. He wants to use us to exact revenge on the Lannisters and to do that he has to let go of events long gone, which he has shown to us,"
"Nay, Khaleesi, I do not believe that. We have to keep our guard up to him at all times, and inviting him into your bed, that I would advise against,"
Dany was not happy. She had found him to extremely likeable and just could not let go of him, especially the size of his cock, it was way bigger than her Sun and Star's and she had not even seen it yet. The frown on her face was clear.
"Perhaps, until we arrive at Winterfell and meet Lord Stark himself, Your Grace."
Dany lightened "Perhaps,"
"His Grace is also concerned with your involvement with Ser Michael, he and Lord Connington are also weary of him,"
Dany finally sighed. Ser Barristan was right. It was weird that the Starks would come so willingly to them and his Direwolf did frighten her, after all it was the height of a man, and definitely much taller than her.
"Tell him that I am busy today night and that I will see him on the morrow,"
"Yes, Your Grace"
Ser Barristan left with the same silence as with which he entered, and Dany settled down for the rest of the day and eventually the night.
In the following days she listened to Ser Barristan and kept away from him all throughout their landing at White Harbor and the feast with the impossibly fat Lord Wyman Manderly. They could not sail up the White Knife as it had frozen over in the Winter snows, so they were on horseback all the way to Winterfell. It was slow going all the way. The land was covered in snow as far as the eye could see, fortunately the weather was clear all the way to Winterfell. Michael had to keep a distance from the main column to make sure the horses would not bolt when Night came near (Night is his Direwolf). Dany could not help herself but stray closer and closer to Michael as the days went on, she really wanted a taste of his cock, it had to be the biggest she had ever seen.
One night, when they had set up camp, King Aegon proposed something that made her heart flutter. King Aegon, Lord Connington and Dany were all in the pavilion.
"Lord Connington, if the Stark intentions are as they seem, which looks more likely by the second, then I have a marriage proposal,"
"Yes, Your Grace, I was thinking the same thing. It would seal Stark and Targaryen together for generations. But with who will you wed?" agreed Lord Connington
"Nay, not me, her" King Aegon pointed at Dany.
"To Ser Michael?" said Lord Connington.
"Of course, Lord Stark is already wed, and it seems to me that my sweet aunt has a fondness for the man,"
Dany's cheeks were a deep red. Instead of having to lure him he would come straight to her, she could not believe it. And now that there was almost no suspicion of him, she was free to meet him again.
In the following days Dany rode right beside him, Ser Barristan was trailing them, but he was well out of earshot. She began teasing him and egging him on, although the Winter clothes were so thick that showing off her body to him was almost impossible, let alone getting a look at his boner again.
But after two long months of travelling, they finally made it to Winterfell. It was the only place in the North that felt alive. There were thousands of people busting in the nearby Winter town and there were hundreds in the massive sprawling castle, there was accommodation for the thousands of men that the Targaryens had brought with them. King Aegon's trust was sealed when he met Lord Stark under the portcullis. It started off formal, but soon became merry. Moreover, the Stark garrison was less than eight hundred men, nowhere near enough to defeat the Targaryen host. It seemed that they had honored their word.
That evening a grand feast was held in their honor and everyone cheered. Although the only thing on Dany's mind was Michael. She was seated across him and could not help but stare at him the entire time. She was surprised herself when she raised one of her feet beneath the table and massaged his cock. She was dripping wet by the time the feast was over and Michael was rock hard. Their marriage had been announced during the feast, but Michael still had one suspicion.
That very night he requested Daenerys to come to his room.
Michael was looking at her intently when she opened the door. She was alone just as he had requested. Her dress was low cut, revealing the valley between her breasts, and it clung tightly to her body. It was the dress she used to tease him with back when they were sailing to Winterfell. Her cheeks were even redder than before as she sat down on the bed next to him, her ass spread out under her and pushed up against him. They wordlessly devoured each other with their eyes, Daenerys was staring at his massive dick and Michael was looking at her breasts and ass. Then he placed his hand on her ass and gave it a squeeze. She moaned softly, her lips parting as her arousal pooled in her dress. Michael continued to grope her ass, making her moans louder and sexier. After a minute Daenerys stood up and climbed onto his lap. She could feel his balls on her pussy lips, and his dick running down the length of her slender thigh. Instinctively she grinded against him and pressed her lips on his. This time though their kiss was deep, she attempted to push her way into his mouth but instead was quickly dominated. Michael was still groping her tender ass until he ripped open her dress in a flash, leaving a naked Daenerys grinding on him. She let out a sexy yelp and giggled softly into his mouth, not daring to break the lip lock.
Quickly, she undid his breeches, and his cock sprang up between them. It was so long that it ran up the length of her entire body and stopped at her breasts. Daenerys could not help but grind her whole body against it, feeling it pulsing along her stomach made her wetter, soaking his massive balls that was right on her pussy. Can this even fit in me? Oh Seven, I hope he empties his balls into me, Daenerys thought.
"I've wanted this for so long. Ever since we met, I have wanted to have your cock in my hands" Daenerys could not believe what she was saying. Although it was the truth, she had never meant to tell him that. He smacked her ass. She moaned as she kissed him.
"I've always wanted to smack this thick ass. Every day you showed off your lewd and sexy body, was that just so you could get a glimpse of my hard cock?"
She did not reply. She could not. She had already told him too much about her desire for him and letting him know that sex was on her mind the whole journey would show just how horny of a Queen she was.
"Answer me!" He smacked her ass again leaving another red mark on her perfect assflesh. Another smack. It was too much for her, the constant grinding of his cock on her clit, the precum caked on her breasts and the spanking of her ass was too much.
"Yes! Yes! This whole time I was trying to get into your pants. This Dragon Queen is just a horny sow. So please stop teasing me and just fuck me!"
"If you beg so nicely then I cannot refuse."
He lifted her off him and stood her up. Daenerys just barely managed to catch her balance. She eagerly undid the rest of his clothing, and when he was fully naked, she gasped in awe. His body was more ripped than she ever expected and his manhood, when they stood up, came up to her collarbone. All she had to do was bend over a bit and she could suck his dick, but now Michael had decided he was going to fuck her senseless, literally. He picked her up by her ass and chucked her on the bed like a doll, because that is what she was. She landed face first into the bed, her perfect heart shaped ass and her pussy were in clear view. Michael climbed on top of her, letting his cock drag along her stout yet shapely thighs, and lined his cock up with her dripping pussy. Her ass raised up to meet him, giving her already curvy body and even more addictive allure.
She wriggled her derriere. "Come on Michael, I can't wait any longer."
"Really, how much do you want my cock?"
"I want it so bad it's all I can think about."
"So bad that you'll be willing to do anything for it?" It was an obvious trap, but she knowingly dove headfirst into it.
"Anything"
"There's something you're still not telling me" he said.
"What, no there's nothing, please just fuck me already" she begged.
"NO, why is it that you are not married to the King?"
Fuck, she thought I knew it would raise suspicions but why now of all times. Daenerys had to think up of an excuse. "So that there would be more marriage possibilities between us and the other Houses."
There that should be good enough.
He moved to her ear, cock now resting between her ass cheeks.
"Liar" He whispered. "Tell me the real reason before I punish you."
She knew it was a playful remark as well, but there was also a malice behind it. With his size he could easily break her, and Her ass was scalding hot from his dick resting between it. But no, she could never tell him. If she did the whole alliance would fall apart.
Smack!
His hand landed again on her ass. "Spit it out you horny bitch."
"NO, I can't. Please Michael just let it be!"
"Bitches don't get to make demands."
Then he ground his cock into her ass, letting it slide along while he began to grind into her, his precum dripping onto her arched spine. Then he moved back and placed the head of his cock on her lower lips.
Oh finally, I thought he would never let this go, she thought. He slowly pushed the tip in, parting her perfect slit. Then he stopped and flicked his dick out and she gasped. He continued to rub her pussy up and down with his cock, making her moan and flinch each time he did it.
"Michael I'm begging you please. Please stop this and fuck me! I can't take it any longer."
Smack!
"Then tell me you are lying sow!" His voice was deep and growly.
"I CAN'T. Please Michael, I cannot even cum from this. Just stick it in me!"
Smack!
Her pussy was now coated in fluid. His precum mixed with her own wetness and it was now dripping on the bed.
Smack! He flicked her pussy again, and this time she cracked.
"IM INFERTILE" she shouted, "now please put it in!"
He laughed deeply, almost like a beast.
"Perfect" he growled." The most beautiful woman in the world is dripping wet under me, and it turns out that no matter how much I cum in her she will never get with my child."
In her surprise she replied back. "How is that a good thing? I will never be able to bear your children, that puts the Stark line in an unwanted position."
"It is good because it means I can fuck this doll every day and cum in her every day and her body will remain perfect as it should be."
That made her wet, even though she knew that he just saw her as a sex doll, her pride was now long gone, so much so that she had no reply except: "Fuck me."
He lined himself up with her dripping pussy again and pushed into her tightness. His thick cock quickly reaching her cervix with still 3 inches to go.
"Ahh Yes. Right there "She moaned.
He slowly began to pump into her, poking at her cervix with each thrust. Eliciting hornier and hornier moans. The clapping of her ass on his pelvis created a rhythm to his fucking, as it vibrated with each thrust. Her vagina was tight, tighter than Sansa's, and it clung onto his dick every time he pulled back. Her cervix teased the tip of his cock, squeezing and pinching out his precum.
He then picked up his pace. The clapping of her ass grew louder along with her moans. He quickened to an amazing speed as she came on his dick. Her pussy working him like a hand, trying to pry out his cum. Her back arched and her ass clenched as she had the longest orgasm of her life until she fell limp on the bed. Michael stopped thrusting and whispered in her ear once again.
"Shall I put the rest of it in?"
"What? No." She managed to reply through her labored breathing "No no no no, you can't. You'll break me."
Michael quickly thrusted into her again, slamming against her cervix.
"Are you sure?"
"Please, you'll break my womb Michael, I'm begging you please."
"What's the point of your womb anyway? Clearly its only remaining use is for my cock!"
"NO PLEASE" She yelled "Please Michaaaaaaahhhh"
Her face contorted from pain to pleasure as he forced his way into his womb. Her eyes rolled up and her tongue lulled out of her mouth as she went into ahegao mode. The feeling of her cervix and vagina as she came constantly on his cock was unlike any other woman he had before. They both worked like hands, jerking him of so he could unload deep in her womb. With each thrust she came, struggling to form any words as her mind was awash in pleasure.
Michael then slipped his arms under hers and lay flush on top of her. He then began to thrust into her mercilessly. His massive balls welled up as they clapped against her clit. Daenerys was doing all she could to stay conscious. Deep down she did want him to ravage her womb, something even Khal Drogo could not, to experience blinding pleasure. Even though tears were rolling down her face as he continued to ram into her, this was the best night of her life.
After about a minute of relentless pounding Michael could feel his own climax nearing. The constant motions of her cumming pussy were too much for him to handle. Her moans reverberated throughout the room as she struggled to keep up with the burning pleasure emanating from her womb. She could feel his cock dragging her womb out with each thrust, forcing her to cum again before even her previous orgasm had finished. Her body tensed, relaxed and squirmed while he dominated her as her moans grew louder and louder.
"Fuck! Ahhhh. NO!" She screamed "Can't Ahh stop hmm Cummiiingg!"
Then Michael felt his balls squeeze and with one final hard pound, he came.
"Fuck, I'm cumming! Take it all!"
Rope after rope of sticky semen hit the back of her womb, she twitched with each one, almost cumming on each rope. Her womb was scalding hot from his steaming semen as she felt the thick soup churn and bubble inside her. Michael pulled out of her while he was till cumming and continued to lay his massive load on her perfect ass. She then turned over to meet his final few spurts, her mouth wide open to get a taste of it. When it was all over the Dragon Queen had fallen unconscious beneath him. Her perfect body glimmering in the candlelight with his seed all over her. Michael was finally satisfied after that massive load, which had been pent up over the last few months and decided to call it a night.
The following morning Michael woke up to a pleasant sensation on his cock. He was at full mast while his new sex doll lay on his side, her body pressing onto him while sensually stroking his length with one hand. She immediately kissed him, while his hand groped her fine ass. Michael could get used to this, the most beautiful woman in the world giving him a morning kiss and hand job. The said kiss got more and more intense as their tongues swirled and danced while their lips hungrily grabbed at the other's. Daenerys then slide one leg over and mounted him, his hot cock running up her ass and back. Now her full body was on display, her shapely curves and her petite tits. Along with her pink slit, her flat stomach and her porcelain skin that had no imperfections. She truly was a sex doll, and the only one who could sate her desire now was Michael Stark.
She could not wait any longer. Quickly Daenerys stood up and guided his cock into her pussy, without thinking she slammed down on his cock.
"AHHHH!" She moaned "I've been waiting all morning for this. I am so glad that you are the one to be my husband, I would not have it any other way."
She moved up again and slammed down again. This time his cock pushed into her womb.
"Oh GODS, I'm ahh already cumming!"
She managed to make one more thrust before her legs gave out. Her back arched and her head was twisted upwards as the only thing she could focus on was the massive cock in her womb–pussy.
"Please Michael" She begged "Please continue fucking me! I cannot move anymore. Your cock feels too good!"
Eagerly Michael complied. He was looking to blow his load in her womb again. In a flash he turned her over and began fucking her missionary. Their eyes locked while her legs wrapped round him. Her face was in disarray, but she made sure never to break eye contact with him, constantly screaming his name every time he hit the back of her womb. Michael could see the outline of his cock as her stomach bulged to accommodate for his size. His balls slapped her ass with each thrust while they worked overtime to generate the next steaming load of cum.
His thrusting continued for only five minutes before he felt his load swell up. Five minutes of constant cumming, her mind was completely fried, but still she dared not break eye contact with him. Her breathing was labored, and she had stopped screaming his name. Instead, she just moaned like a bitch in heat as her tongue lulled out of her mouth.
Michael then blew his first load of the morning deep within her womb. Letting her stomach bulge while his semen swirled in her womb once again, putting her mating instincts on overdrive. But she could not even act on her instincts due to the pounding that she had just received. Michael then left the bed and headed to his bathing quarters, leaving Daenerys cum-fried on his bed, his semen leaking out of her slit.
A few minutes later Michael strode into the room once again, his godly cock dangling between his legs hard from his thoughts about Daenerys, who coincidentally was waiting for his on the bed with her legs spread out and pussy still leaking, staring at him without a hint of last night's shyness. Biting her lip, she crawled on the bed towards him, her eyes now firmly fixed on his menacing manhood that stood long and thick over her face. Greedily she grabbed it and stroked it at a steady rhythm, taking care to appreciate its manly scent and curved shape. Soon she put her mouth on the head pursing her lips and licked his precum, making sure to savor the taste, then sucking hard to create a pop sound when she pulled it out of her mouth. Then she licked down the length of his cock, making sure to kiss it several times along the way, before making it to his massive cleanly shaven balls. She could just barely cup them with both hands, feeling them gurgling with her reward. Anxious to get it out she kissed both of them and then turned around to reveal her amazing ass to Michael. She was already sopping wet, her juices mixing with his previous load to drip down her sexy legs.
The view that Michael had made him harder than he was before. The sexy allure of the woman below him, showing of her unbelievable curves and her petite frame that made all of this feel immoral yet so exciting. His precum was now oozing out in a constant stream puddling on Daenerys' back flowing down the dip in her spine. He simply could not wait any longer.
He quickly lowered himself and thrust into her sloppy yet tight pussy, pounding once again at her barrier, but that did not matter. In the next thrust he broke into her womb.
"FUUUCK! Michael! Michael! Michael! Michael!" she screamed "Your cock, AH! So, Ah! GOOD!"
His massive balls clapped against her firm clit, wrapping around it with each thrust making her even more brain dead than she was before.
In just a few hours Daenerys' world had been turned upside – down. Her very goals and ambitions seemed so long ago and so small compared to what she had now. Her womb ached to have his child, to be bred by his superior seed and produce purple eyed sons that would go on to impregnate every woman they met, or to have daughters who would have irresistible bodies that would be fucked by their apex father over and over again and to bear his children and continue the cycle. The very thought made her giddy. But it was not to be. Although it would mean that she would have him to herself, every day and every night. Even now she felt as if his cock was a part of her, filling up a hole that had been there since her birth, satisfying her true nature as the Dragon Queen.
All of this ran through her head as she continued to climax on his veiny cock, clamping down as hard as possible, eagerly anticipating the next creamy load. He drove harder and harder into her with every thrust, scorching the back of her womb with his precum.
Daenerys could feel everything. The first time he fucked her it was all she could do to stay conscious, but now she could feel every bump on his cock, and the stream of precum that glued itself to her womb, her moaning was more muffled as she put her face into the bed sheet, and her eyes rolled up with each time that she came.
Suddenly Michael pulled out. He flipped her over like a doll and climbed on top of her, plunging is cock into her mouth like a fleshlight and cumming directly into her stomach. Somehow his load was even bigger than before. After almost a minute he pulled out of her mouth and finished on her face leaving her gasping for air.
There was a knock at the door.
"You may come in."
Then a maid slowly entered
"Refer the Queen to her hand maids and make sure she is adequately dressed to break her fast with the King and the Lords."
"Yes, milord" she bowed slightly and left the room. Michael went in for a second bath to wash away any signs of sex.
The following weeks flowed by like water in a stream. Robb and King Aegon were like brothers who were separated at birth, just like how Michael had anticipated. They spent most of their time talking about war stories or strategies. They would spend countless hours sparring trying to best one another and up their tally. For now, King Aegon still held a narrow lead with the bizarre fighting techniques that he brought from the east.
Michael spent his time mainly at Winterfell, plotting and scheming behind the scenes as he usually does, while Robb, Bran and the King made journeys to the neighboring Lords to accumulate the largest army the North had ever seen. The Unsullied were to stay in the North as they were better equipped for the harsh conditions of the Wall and they were still under Daenerys' control. The main bulk of the Golden Company, ten thousand strong, would leave south as soon as possible. But that was still several months away.
Daenerys still maintained a court even in Winterfell. Her followers from Meereen were completely devoted to her and she maintained her title as the Queen of Meereen. Many of the freedmen that had come with her took up arms in joining the Winterfell garrison and some joined the Stark host or the Golden Company, but most of the formed their own battalion directly under Daenerys, but they were a part of the Stark host.
There was definitely something brewing. Would Daenerys give up the throne so easily? Well, there was one thing that many brushed off as trivial. In time Daenerys and Michael were wed beneath the heart tree and their relationship became official, but they were really only together because of the sex.
Even though she was a complete slut in bed, begging for his cock, outside the bedroom she remained professional. There was still the occasional grope between the two, whether he was grabbing her ass, or she was grabbing his cock. But in front of anyone she maintained her mask, her Queenly presence. Of course, the moment they were alone in his room they were fucking. Sex had become a critical part of her life now and she would never be able to live without his cock. Sometimes they would fuck from dusk till dawn, and every day his loads grew larger and larger, and Daenerys seemed to have grown a sexy allure that she did not have before.
Now most of the time she was taking the initiative, taking more daring positions. One night she insisted that he kept it in her, and so the whole night passed without her getting a single wink of sleep. Every ten minutes or so she would cum on his cock that was firmly planted in her womb. Then when he woke up in the morning, he fucked the brains out of her again. But something about Daenerys' change unsettled him.
Just before the turn of the Year the massive host more than 25000 strong left southbound. Most left for Moat Cailin some of the force went east to White Harbor. And all that was left were the remnants of the great army. Daenerys' court the Stark garrison and a small fraction of the Unsullied. The main bulk of them were up North on the Wall, keeping strong the defenses until the operation south was successful. Michael, Rickon and Sansa were the only remaining Starks at Winterfell, Arya was still missing.
With the castle as empty as it was and their lives became less busy, so the obvious thing was to spend it fucking. Daenerys' ass had filled out even more and her tits had begun to grow, even though it was just a little bit. Even Michael's cock had grown longer, now almost a stunning thirteen inches. His loads were heavier and so were his balls. Something about this woman was having an effect on him. His main suspects were the Dragons. They were magical creatures after all and there are tales of their effect on their owners. Mainly granting their owner with subtle changes to their bodies or the environment around them in accordance with what the owner wishes for. In Daenerys' case its sex and impregnation.
Daenerys was alone in his room when he entered. Her shapely ass accentuated by her dress as she looked out the window. At the noise of the door, she turned and bit her lip. They slowly approached each other. Her hand naturally drifted to his cock while his hand moved to her ass. Her dress clung tight to her body but dragged out behind her as it loosened below her waist. She stood on her toes and their lips closed without a word.
They devoured each other hungrily their tongues messily colliding, slurping and twirling around. She impatiently stroked him off through his pants, rubbing him and up and down.
Then she broke the lip lock and hastily removed her dress. Her nude body inviting him in.
"Michael, I've been waiting all day, just fuck me already."
She then undid his breeches and his godly cock spung out in between them. This time it was almost up to her neck. But just as she reached for it, he grabbed her hand and forcefully thrust her on the bed. With a yelp she landed face down in their favorite position.
His clothes were off in a flash, his godly body and giant cock looming over her sorry ass. He climbed onto the bed and placed his cock in her ass cheeks. He grinded against her a few times, his precum spilling onto her back before he drew back and pushed his cock into her. The first thrust was just a tester, and then he rammed all thirteen inches into her. He laid flat on top of her as she screamed and moaned.
"YES, yes Michael, that's it now keep fucking me!"
"Shut up, bitch" He shouted, reaching for her neck and squeezing "You don't get to give me orders."
He rammed into her again and again. Her ass providing ample cushioning for his rapid thrusts. She loved being dominated. It was something she never really knew until Michael showed to her what it was like to be treated as a toy. Her moans grew more lamented as she struggled for air. His pounding cock causing her to climax with every punch to her womb. She was loving it.
Daenerys knew deep down that she was bonded to him forever, this pleasure had done irreversible damage to her mind and now it was all she could think of. Especially after their marriage and the departure of the host, they were free to have sex pretty much and time and that was what they did. They even once had sex in pool beneath the heart tree.
She had noticed it as well, that her ass and tits had grown bigger into an even more alluring shape, but that just meant that their sex became even hotter and longer, maybe even one day she might become pregnant.
She could feel his semen erupting in her womb, rope after rope struggling to find space inside. As usual he pulled out and finished his load on her back, soling her hair and leaving a fine coating of his cum all over her.
He grabbed her arm again, turned her over and flipped her upside down, like a sex doll, so that his cock was on her face. His balls were resting on her forehead while she made out with his shaft. His remaining cum was still pooling on her breasts. He aligned himself with her mouth, while she arched her back to meet her incoming meal, and he thrust into her like an onahole. Her throat swelled and her drool spilled out of her mouth, but it was ecstasy.
He wrapped his hands around her throat and began to mercilessly shove his cock in and out of her. Her throat convulsed and milked him of his cum, coaxing out the next big load. It was not long before she began to panic, her hand flailing as she came from the stimulation from her mouth.
Then with one hefty thrust he came directly into her stomach, filling it up to the brim. Even though he had used her like a puppet she still was up for more.
Their relentless fucking continued through the night as load after load was deposited all over the Dragon Queen. It really was bliss for her.
Bit abrupt, will continue in the next chapter. Maybe I will do a Michael x Sansa x Daenerys one. Please leave a review I would like to have some feedback and some more ideas. Any new suggestions will have to have some context to them in order to add them into the story.