The aftermath of the battle was brutal for the victors and the survivors. Bodies of soldiers,Dothraki,Second Sons, and Unsullied littered the streets of Meereen. Blood flowed through the streets like red rivers and families cried over the corpses of their dead loved ones. Fires burned the city as pillars of smoke flowed into the sky. Jorah walked through the streets inspecting the damage. The Knight had been in many battles but this was one of the most devastating one he had taken part in. He was taken back when a crying child walked past him covered in dirt and soot. The child walked by and Jorah continued his journey.
He walked out the back gate to the dock that looked out over the bay. He looked out as he listened to the waves crashing up against the beach. This was the last place he saw his Queen as she sailed off with Grazda. The Daenerys he saw in the pyramid was not the same Daenerys he watched grow up. The Daenerys he knew was one who wanted to liberate the people of Slavers Bay and this one seemed comfortable in her collar. The thought almost made the Knight fall on his knees and cry. When Jorah was given the opportunity to meet Daenerys he was given a chance at redemption for his crimes by putting a good ruler on the Iron Throne.
The dragons screamed as they flew overhead fighting over what looked like a goat. It was good to see the beautiful beasts again. 'They are the only children I will ever have' he remembered Daenerys saying when they hatched. He remembered her coming out of the flames of Drogo's funeral pyre naked but unhurt with three baby dragons in her arms. The sounds of boots on the wooden dock took the Westerosi from his thoughts. He turned around to see Daario,Grey Worm, and Khal Moran standing there.
"That wasn't like her." Jorah said.
"No it wasn't." Daario agreed.
"We won't give up on our Queen." Grey Worm said.
"What can we do?" Daario asked. "The Second Sons are basically no more and the Unsullied are nearly gone. We do have a large army of Dothraki but it won't be enough. We did devastate the Masters army but they have money and can buy sell-swords if they need to." Daario said.
"How many men do you have left?" Jorah asked.
"About five hundred." Daario said.
"One thousand." Grey Worm replied.
"Twenty thousand." Khal Moran said.
Jorah did the math mentally if there was a possibility of winning.
"We have twenty one thousand men and three dragons. If we hit them hard enough we have a chance of liberating Daenerys."
"Where would they go?" Daario asked.
"There are only two slave cities left. There is Meereen and there is Astapor. Both are basically ruins but lost of money has been poured into them. We will have to wait until we hear where they land so we don't march the wrong way." Jorah said.
There was a good chance they could save Daenerys. She was a broken girl but could still be saved if they got to her in time. Jorah wasn't one to hold grudges but if given the opportunity he would make that Grazda suffer more than any man has ever suffered for what he has done to Daenerys. The Knight turned back around to look upon the blue water of the bay seeing the three dragons out in the distance.
Daenerys awoke to the sound of waves crashing against the wooden hull of the ship. A small beam of light shined through the small window landing right on her face. She sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Looking at the chair on the other side of the room she saw a slave gown on it. Slowly she got out of her bed walking over to the chair stripping off her gown from the previous day. Tossing it to the floor and put on the new one that was provided for her. She then walked over to the mirror that was in the corner making sure everything was on right. Her eyes stopped at the collar strapped around her neck that she had gorwn comfortable with wearing. She brought up her hand brushing her fingers against the leather. With a blink she was brought back to reality and walked out of the room heading towards the top of the ship.
Upon getting to the deck the bright sun shown down on all the workers that kept the ship afloat and moving in the direction they wanted to go. The wind blew through her silver hair as she searched for her master. Grazda was standing at the very front of the ship looking out onto the sea. He turned around to see his prized slave approaching. He gave her a smile that grew ear to ear. The Master was afraid of what would happen when the Andal came with that massive army at his back. Nothing made him feel better than watching the 'Mother of Dragons' shove her 'friend' back and stay at his side when they came for her. Everytime he looked at the breaker of chains in a collar he could feel his cock twitch.
"I take it you slept well?"
"I did master." She replied.
She was surprised that she was allowed to sleep in at all but she would take what was given.
"I let you sleep in as a gift...for your loyalty. You stayed with me when those savages came to take you from me."
A slight smile grew on her face.
"Master I am yours and no one will take me from you." She replied.
Hearing those words gave Grazda the largest smile on the planet. The great Grazda Mo Eraz had broken the great Daenerys Targaryen the last dragon. The great breaker of chains had officially accepted her chains and was completely under his control.
"I am glad to hear that Oranea." He said calling the salve by her new name.
The pair then turned to look out at the beautiful blue sea. Some birds flew over chirping and tweeting as they did. It was a beautiful sight to see the sea out in the open. For the first time in years she was able to fell the open air and not smell shit or vomit and anything else that comes with the city. The men behind them continued to work pulling at ropes and moping water off the deck as it splashed up from waves slamming into the hull.
Grazda turned around and saw the few slaves that were left struggling to keep up with all the work that was required of a full ship crew. With the battle most of the slaves ran and not many were kept to work on the ship. Many of the soldiers either deserted or were killed with only ten stayed with the Master leaving him with nearly nothing. He was a King ruling in a grand city and now he had nothing but a handful of slaves and ten soldiers.
"Go help mop the deck." He ordered
"Yes master." Daenerys replied walking over grabbing a mop and getting to work.
She worked for hours until the sun fell down mopping and cleaning the deck keeping it in good shape. When the sun fell and Grazda returned to his chamber he ordered Daenerys come below with him. In his chamber he had her pour a cup of wine for him and allowed the silver haired servant a small cup of water. All of the stress of the last day had built up and nothing he did would relive it and there was only one thing left to try. He stood up and put the chalice down on the table and looked at the beautiful woman before him.
"Come here and kneel."
Daenerys stood from her seat at the other end of Grazda's chamber and walked over kneeling before him. She knew what he wanted and immediately unfastened his gown pulling at the Master's partially erect cock. Opening her mouth she took it bobbing back and forth pleasuring her master. He looked down on the Targareyn as his hand was tangled in her hair helping the woman with her job. After a few seconds she wrapped her hand around the shaft stroking it along with the movement of her lips sliding back and forth on it with her tongue whirling around it.
He pushed her head down blocking all airflow holding it down for several seconds before letting go. She pulled back taking a deep breath as a large strand of saliva connected her lips to the head of his cock. Quickly he pushed it back down repeating this process several times. Grazda then ordered Daenerys to stand up and strip while removing his own gown. When she was naked he laid her on the bed and crawled on top of her. Aiming up his cock he pushed it past her folds earning a moan from the slave. His thrusts were fast and hard slamming into her body the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh echoed through the room.
Daenerys gripped the sheets of the bed as the pleasure started to course through her. He pressed his lips against her soft ones as one of his hands explored her perfect body. Her cunt was dripping wet as her master slammed into it. Both were now covered in a thin layer of sweat as the activity continued. Grazda then flipped Daenerys over continuing his barrage of her pussy. He grabbed her hair pulling it back wrapping the locks in his hand allowing him to pull it and hold her head up. Any time her head started to dip down he would tug at her hair gripped firmly within his fist. The former Queen loved being taken rough like a dog. She was used to it being married to Drogo who always took her like the property she is.
Eventually with all the pleasure building up Daenerys let out a loud scream as her climax hit. Her jucies flowed out like a river covering her master's cock in them. With her walls clamped tightly around his member and her moans filling his ears sent him over the edge. His cock stiffened up inside of Daenerys filling her womb with his seed. He thrusted several more times making sure his tank was totally empty before pulling out and flopping on the bed breathing heavily. Daenerys fell forward onto the bed taking deep breath. She could feel the warm stick substance leaking out of her as her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep.
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