Grazda and Daenerys stood at the front of the boat looking upon the great city of Meereen. The Great Pyramid still stood strong and a new Harpy symbol was constructed on top. Most of the city had been repaired from damages that were caused when the Masters attacked to depose Daenerys Targaryen when she conquered the city. It brought back memories for the slave who had spent nearly two years ruling from the Great Pyramid of Meereen. Looking back at it now she realizes her attempts to rule Slavers Bay in an attempt to free the slaves was foolish and fools deserved chains.
A horn blew at the docks alerting the city of the ships arrival as it sailed into range of the city. As it pulled closer to the dock several Masters stood waiting with about twenty soldiers guarding them. The Masters recognized the slave standing next to Grazda even the ones who had never seen the girl before. As Grazda stepped off the ship the Master's bowed. They stood straight up looking to the King of Slavers Bay.
"We are glad to see you alive. We had heard rumors you had been killed in Yunkai." The man Dany recognized as Nyessesso said.
"Those rumors are clearly false."
"What happened?" Another Master said.
"May I introduce to you the new Grand Master of Astapor Cleon." Nyessesso said pointing to the man who just spoke.
"The Andal came with an army at his back. It was comprised of Dothraki,Second Sons, and what was left of Krasnys's Unsullied….and dragons."
The Masters looked shocked. Daenerys almost felt sad at the sound of her dragons. It had nothing to do with them being her 'children' but because they are the only dragons alive and they were also the first dragons to be born in nearly two hundred years.
"Dragons?" Cleon asked. "I thought they were killed after Meereen was retaken."
"So did I." Grazda said looking up to Nyessesso. "If I remember correctly I charged you with taking care of the beasts."
He looked up to Grazda with fear on his face.
"T..they escaped before we could kill them. I didn't want to trouble you with them...I thought they could be tracked down and taken care of."
Grazda looked to the floor and back up in frustration.
"I put far to much trust in you...take him away."
Two soldiers grabbed him and started to drag him to the cells as he begged for mercy. They watched in silence as he was dragged away until he couldn't be seen or heard. It was then that Cleon announced there was to be a meeting of the Great Council held in the Pyramid. The new Master took the King and his slave to the Pyramid for the meeting. As they entered the structure everything came flowing back into Daenerys's head. Jorah,Daario, Missandei. None of it meant anything anymore to Daenerys...Oranea. Cleon led the pair into the chamber near to top of the Pyramid where Daenerys used to hold her own council meetings.
Nothing had changed in the last year as the small round table with several curved chairs still stood in the center of the room with the light shining through the windows. When they entered three other nobles stood welcoming Grazda to Meereen.
"I am sorry for the delay I did not now there was a meeting until I disembarked."
"We had called the meeting to discuss the recent events at Yunaki thinking your Majesty had perished in the battle."
"I have not...Oranea fetch these good Masters some refreshment."
"Yes master." She responded walking to the other side of the room where a flagon of water rested on a small table with several cups next to it.
She picked up all the cups bringing them to the round table placing one next to each Master as they looked at her with both curiosity and lust. Once each man had a cup before him she grabbed the flagon filling up each cup and then stood behind her master waiting for his next command.
"So what happened to Yunkai?"
"There was a battle and we lost. The Andal holds it with his army. It is comprised of Dothraki,Unsullied, and Second Sons. As for how many men he has is unknown."
"What is our next move?" Cleon asked.
"How many men do we have in Meereen?"
"About ten thousand. Another five thousand in Astapor."
Grazda took a moment to think.
"Take the men from Astapor and bring them here...we will also need to purchase some sellswords if we have to."
"What does your slave know about this army?" An older Master asked.
Everyone looked to Daenerys.
"Speak Oranea." Grazda ordered.
"The Andal is Jorah Mormont who was my advisor. With him is Darrio Naharis and Grey Worm. Most of the Second Sons and Unsullied were killed in the battle of Meereen so not many of them should be left. I only met Khal Moran briefly when I was the wife of Khal Drogo and his Khalasar was about twenty five thousand strong."
"We can not go up against twenty five thousand Dothraki on our own...maybe we could enlist the Golden Company?" Cleon asked.
"We can defeat them." Grazda said. "Dothraki are strongest in the open field and we have walls. When they attacked they sent the Unsillied and Second Suns over the walls and open the gates. As you just heard most of them were killed here in Meereen and the rest were practically wiped out at Yunkai. We have the advantage as the Dothraki are not trained for siege or getting past walls as their strength is in the open field."
"My King they have three dragons." Another master pointed out.
"They have a weekness." Daenerys said.
Everyone looked to the slave waiting for more information that was to follow.
"When I was ambushed here in the fighting pits of Meereen one of the Dragons was injured by a spear...if a weapon could be made to launch a spear at the dragons it could prove useful in the battle to come."
Daenerys couldn't belive she was helping these men kill the dragons but they were siding with the Andal and would get in the way of her and Grazda. The men smiled knowing there may be a weakness in the mythical beasts. No one has ever killed a dragon and there were many men who would love to be the first.
"We could create a larger version of the crossbow that could launch a spear at the beasts." Cleon said.
"Good...now if that is all the Great Games should be starting soon and I do not want to be late." Grazda said standing up. "Oranea clean up here and go set up my chamber and meet me at the pit...i'm sure you know your way around."
The masters all stood up leaving for the games. When the room was vacated she got to work cleaning up the cups before leaving to finish her work. She made way to the room set aside for Grazda. The room was familiar to the slave as it was the one she had slept in when she was still Daenerys Targaryen Queen of Meereen. Entering the room she walked over to Grazda's travel case and put away what clothes he had and put them in the wardrobe. She checked to make sure there was a full flagon of water and one of wine in the room with a chalice to drink from. After that she began the walk to the fighting pit of Meereen.
The great landmark was exactly as it was the last time she was there. The large stadium was overflowing with people that arrived to see the fight. Many were still making bets on their matches. The crowed cheered so loud they could surely be heard clear across the bay. She walked up to where Grazda was sitting and took her place next to him. He looked up seeing his silver haired slave with a smile.
"Slave get me some water...i'm parched."
Daenerys was quick to grab the flagon and fill the cup up with the clear liquid and handed it to her master. He took it and sipped from it just as the games were beginning. A man walked out and began addressing the crowd before the games began. As he wrapped up the crowd stood on their feet clapping,cheering,and whistling. Then two men entered the arena. One was the largest man Daenerys had ever seen and the other was a much smaller man. The large one was armed with a sword as large as himself and the little one was armed with a smaller blade.
"Your Grace...our first contestants. Who will win...the strong...or the swift?"
Then the large man stepped forward looking up at Grazda.
"We fight and die for your glory our glorious King."
The small man stepped forward and repeated the sentence. The man who was addressing the crowd walked away as the crowd waited for the King to clap. Everyone looked on in anticipation. Grazda lifted up his hands and clapped them kicking off the fight. The crowd roared as the two men began to battle.
This fight reminded her of the one that took place when she was Queen of Meereen. There was a large man like this one and a smaller man like this one. Daario was leaning between her and Hizdahr talking about his time in the pits and how he would bet on the smaller man before the large one took his head from his shoulders.
This fight however seemed to be going in the favor of the smaller man. He slid his small frame between the other's legs sliding the sharp side of his blade between his legs causing a splatter of blood to spray out onto the sand. Quick as a fox the man jumped to his feet and thrust the blade into his back essentially ending the fight. The man flopped to the ground taking his final breaths before the crowd erupted into a roar.
The day went on and turned into night as the Great Games came to a close. Grazda left with Daenerys close behind following her master. Once back in Grazda's new chambers he ordered a cup of wine which she quickly poured and brought it over to him. As he sipped he looked at Daenerys's body as the alcohol began to flow through him. At the sight of the slave his cock began to stiffen.
"Oranea come here."
She did as she was ordered approaching her master.
"Strip."
She again did as was ordered using her hands to take off the gown dropping the gown onto the floor. Grazda looked at her body as he had many times. It was still a shock to him that her body was all his...he owned the great Daenerys Targaryen and he could fuck her whenever he pleased. Her body was the best in both Essos and Westeros without question. Her milky white flesh,perfect large breasts, and round ass.
He brought up his hands trailing his callused fingers over her soft flesh sending a slight tickling sensation around the areas in which they traced. His cock was now fully erect under his gown. He pushed her to the ground on her knees putting her blue orbs eye level with his tool. He took off his gown allowing his cock to flop out. Daenerys knew what she had to do and did it without being asked. Grazda gasped as her soft pink lips wrapped around his tip slowly sliding down the shaft until reaching the base. Pulling her head back up she wrapped her soft hand around the shaft and stroked it as her lips slid back and forth on it.
He tangled his fingers in her hair pulling at it until the silver locks fell from the braid it was tied in falling over her shoulders. She then took in every inch of his cock pressing the tip to the back of her throat triggering the gag reflex which has slowly started to diminish as she was used by her master. This was done several times with Daenerys finally took a break. Grazda looked down at his slave who had a thick strand of saliva attaching her bottom lip to his tip. Her chin glistened from saliva dribbling down it.
He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed and lined himself up with her dripping wet cunt. Being thrown around exited the former Queen. Slowly Grazda pushed himself between the last dragon's legs earning a gasp of pleasure to escape her lips. She was wet and warm and welcomed him with glee.
Her master wasted no time getting into it beginning his trusts quick and hard seeking the relief of his climax. She moved in sync with his thrusts slamming her ass back into his hips. The echoing of flesh smacking against flesh bounced off the stone walls of the room as Daenerys's moans reached the city below.
Grazda began smacking her ass until it turned as red as an apple. When she was first put in her chains the smacks were painful but now they add to the pleasure of being fucked for the Last Dragon. She went to rub at her cunt in hopes of bringing about her climax quicker. Eventually it came with a loud scream as her walls clamped down on her Master's cock and a flood of juices slowed out.
There was almost no time for Daenerys to calm down as Grazda had reached his. He grunted as his cock stiffened and shot his massive load within Daenerys's cunt filling it up. As he removed his cock and fell over breathing heavily his seed dripped out from within her. She collapsed unto the bed regaining her energy after her orgasm. Within a few minutes Grazda had fallen asleep.
It's been a few days since the battle and most of Yunkai had been cleaned up. It would take months maybe over a year before the city would be rebuilt to its former glory. Jorah was still dumbfounded at what had occurred in the throne room. Daenerys was right there looking him in the eye and it was as if the Daenerys he knew was gone. Instead of the joy that glowed in her eyes upon seeing her most trusted advisor and General there was a look of fear as she turned and ran with this Grazda. Daario and Grey Worm were as shocked as he was but they still held hope.
Jorah stood in that same room looking at where his Queen stood by the side of her captor as they fled from the city. Daenerys was the strongest person he's ever known there was no way this Grazda could have broken her...he would not believe it. It was then footsteps took the Knight from his thoughts. He turned around seeing Grey Worm and Daario entering the room with Khal Moran following close behind. They all seemed tired from helping clean up the bodies and get a proper death count. They walked into a room that had a stone table in the center with several chairs around it. Jorah pulled out a map and laid it flat on the table putting some heavy objects on the corners to keep it from rolling back up. The four men stood around it looking at Slavers Bay as Jorah began to lay out the plan.
"From the direction Grazda's ship was seen sailing they would have head to Meereen."
"Bad choice for them." Daario said.
"As Meereen used to be where Daenerys ruled we know the city like the backs of our hands. They have strong walls that won't be easily breached. We know they won't meet us on the field with an army of Dothraki. They will stay behind their walls and rain arrows and oil on us until we have no choice but to retreat."
"There is a small gate here." Daario said pointing to the spot on the map on the West side of the city. "It will most likely be lightly guarded as they'd expect us to hit from the main gate. If we can keep their focus on the man gate maybe we could sneak a small force in and open up the main gate."
Jorah stroked at his beard thinking about the plan.
"I don't see any better options."
The men agreed to the plan and left to prepare for what was to come. And Jorah grabbed a parchment and wrote a letter to an old friend.