A Song of Lust and Desire: Chapter VIII: The One In Which There Is A Dothraki Wedding

CHAPTER EIGHT: Outside of Pentos

Daenerys' wedding was the most magnificent events ever seen outside of the walls of the Free City of Pentos. Thousands of the mighty Khal's warriors gyrated and danced as the new Khaleesi, Daenerys Targaryen, and Khal Drogo sat watching upon a raised dais. The tiny platinum blonde woman's stomach fluttered with a nervousness that only grew as the festivities unfolded. It was not long until Daenerys saw the first woman fucked. Magister Illyro leaned over to her when he noticed her blushing cheeks to whisper to the bride, "A Dothraki wedding without at least three fuckings is considered a dull affair."

Following this, gifts and tributes were given by the multitude, acknowledged by profuse and fumbling thanks by Daenerys and, if pleased, a simple grunt from Khal Drogo. The westerosi knight, ser Jorah Mormont, gave her a number of books about her people's histories, after which she thanked him from the bottom of her heart. In her distraction by the event, she did not notice the hungry way the man's eyes devoured the wedding dress she wore which barely covered her swelling breasts to reveal her deep cleavage. The dress - little more than loose strips of fabric, yet unattainably expensive - a gift from the Magister - hung down her body to a tiny skirt that came to a sudden abrupt stop at the end of her creamy thighs, allowing her sleek and pasty legs to be on full display.

Magister Ilyrio's wedding gift to Daenerys was a trio of beautiful dragon eggs from beyond the Shadowlands of Asshai, long petrified to stone. As the Khaleesi stared at these odd stone trinkets, a strange stirring roiled inside of Daenerys. It was like a warmth, deep inside her stomach. She almost reached towards them when, unexpectedly, the Khal clapped his hands to silence the music. She smiled uncertainly at her husband as he leads a beautiful silver filly before Daenerys.

Daenerys Targaryen ran her slender fingers through the horse's beautiful mane, and murmured to Ser Jorah, not removing her eyes from the horse, enamored still with the creature's beauty, "I do not know the Dothraki words for thank you"

If the young girl had looked at the knight, she would have seen his lecherous eyes staring at her barely covered ass, before he cleared his throat and almost amusedly replied, "There are no words in Dothraki for 'thank you'."

Her brother was next to her then and his whispering voice had a strange, dangerous tone to it, "You better please them."

The strangeness of her brother saying 'them' puzzled her and before she could ask him what he meant, she felt Khal Drogo's strong hands surround her narrow waist, nearly touching his fingers together. She expected him to lift her onto the horse so they could ride out into the Dothraki Sea and make love for the first time beneath the stars as man and wife. The tiny blonde let out a surprised gasp when instead the Khal pulled her roughly against himself and placed a domineering kiss on the plush lips of Daenerys Targaryen in front of the crowd. The moment his rough lips touched hers, the primal drumbeat of the music began, and the dancing resumed.

However, all pretense of dancing were thrown aside. Every Dothraki woman was dragged from the crowd, thrown to the ground, and fucked by an endless line of warriors. No man wanted for cunt, mouth, ass or hands. Primal orgasmic cries matched the ceaseless drumbeat of the performers.

Daenerys watched in growing horror at the full-blown orgy she found herself immersed in. She stood there helpless and shaking in her white wedding silks, before she felt a number of hands grope, molest, pull, and tear at her gown. Blinking her attention back to herself, she realized she was surrounded by not only the towering Khal Drogo, but also his bloodriders Cohollo, Qotho and Haggo.

Fear shot through her body as the Khal tore her already barely-there dress from her perfect body in a single mighty jerk and manhandled the beautiful platinum blonde-haired Targaryen onto her hands and knees. Her mind raced. It wasn't supposed to be like this, thought the new Khaleesi depressedly. Her shining green eyes blinked back tears. She steeled herself, straightening her back as she remained on her knees, lifting her chin royally. She knew she must be strong now, strong like the dragon.

Viserys' sneering face invaded her imagination and snarled, "You are no true dragon. Don't wake the dragon, whore."

At this Daenerys' posture and confidence broke. Her shoulders slumped again, and her green eyes closed for a moment to clear away the vision of her brother. Preferring anything over the image of her brother, Daenerys looked over her shoulder at her new husband Drogo, who had just removed his loincloth. The young girl froze entirely, not even noticing that the bloodriders had shed their clothes the same way. His cock was mammoth, gargantuan. As long as most of her forearm, and thick as her wrist, it dangled low and powerful from his lap. Daenery Targaryen's mouth hung open in shock as her eyes widen at sheer size of his manhood, several magnitudes larger than her only other lover, her brother. One of the bloodriders - Haggo - took the opportunity to wrap his hands in Daenerys' platinum blonde locks and shove his own massive organ into her wet and inviting mouth.

They set upon her then, and Daenerys' eyes settled on the three stone dragon eggs gifted to her from Magister Illyrio nearby. A calmness overtook Daenerys' mind, washing away the horror that occupied it so completely all her life. All of her brother's training to be a proper slut returned, and her mind nearly fled into itself as her assault began, as it had a thousand times. As her eyes stared at the eggs, something inside of Daenerys awoke. What was she afraid of? There was nothing she could not handle, she knew, because she was the dragon whore. Trusting in herself, her purpose, Daenerys' tiny hands lifted to wrap around Cohollo and Qotho's massive monster cocks, silkenly jerking them with her pleasing grip.

Behind her, the Khal's massive cock grazed between her ass and down to her cunt. Drogo's hands surrounded her narrow hips and, with a single decisive thrust, impaled Daenerys Targaryen's cunt further than anything has ever before. Immediately Daenerys' green eyes roll into her head as she is stretched monstrously and her body shudders, her cunt muscles squeezing and pleasing the meaty invader.

Daenerys' slender hands continued to jerk and caress and squeeze the Khal's bloodrider's cocks as her head and her plush mouth bobbed-up-and-down on the third's cock, fluttering her tongue under and around it as her brother taught her. Khal Drogo's hands tighten on her waist and he begins to drive his cock fiercely into the young slut. The seconds turned to minutes as the four men ravaged an increasingly eager Daenerys. Then, her entire life changed.

A familiar feeling sparked in her stomach, and her toes curled. For just a moment her eyes found the eggs again, and the fire hiding deep inside the Targaryen woman finally flared to life. She rose to an impossible plateau of pleasure, as her hands tightened around two cocks and her green eyes lifted to meet the bloodrider's piercing, lusting gazes while the third cock fucked her mouth, stretching her tiny mouth as wide as it ever had been. Khal Drogo's own cock, largest of all, strained and distorted her stomach to fill her more completely than anything the Khaleesi could possibly imagine.

A burning tremor rocked Daenerys Targaryen's body and, for the first time in her young life, she came. Inner fire burned from her cunt to the tip of nose, and she never felt as strong as she did then. Her skin warmed and she convulsed in climax.

Her mouth clenched and sucked eagerly at the cock in it. The thick cock quivered and the bloodrider fucking her mouth drew backwards, leaving Daenerys Targaryen to gasp breathily at the bobbing cock before her faceallowing her to watch as it erupted with a groan from the barbarian that had just fucked her face. Rope after rope of burning hot cum exploded over the Khaleesi's flawlessly beautiful, royal face. Feeling her face dampen and drip with cum, Daenerys quickens her hands and, moments later, the pair of cocks add their humongous load to her slender, nude body.

Cum soaked her shining platinum blonde hair and streaked over her naked creamy pale skin. A thick blast blinds her as she barely closes her lust-filled green eyes. Streams of seed flow down her apple cheeks to dribble on her plump breasts, before more strands of cum splash purposefully over her plump and heaving breasts, dripping to the ground as Daenerys bucked and rode Drogo's cock.

Never stopping his thrusting, Drogo continued to slam his cock into Daenerys' cunt, outlasting each of his companions, and far beyond anything of Daenerys' sexual experience. The Khaleesi's screams echoed through the orgy, supported by the beats of the primal drums. Wings of fiery pleasure unfolded inside of her, burning waves of fire flared from her soul to her cunt. Daenerys Targaryen was the Dragon Whore, and she knew her life had lead up to this moment. She had finally found her purpose, and she revelled in it. She slammed her tiny body hard down onto her husband's cock, frantically bucking until, finally, Drogo grunted and buried himself deep inside his new wife and roared his conquest and climax. It took almost half a minute for the Khal to stop blasting his seed inside of the tiny Targaryen girl, copious amounts of fertile sperm swarming and filling every bit of Daenerys' cunt, overflowing the hole and seeping down her thighs.

Daenerys Targaryen slumped sorely to the dirt as her eyelashes blinked, her green eyes stinging and burning from the cum soaking her pretty face. The strange and intense fire inside of her was finally dimming and withdrawing. Conscious thought was returning to her feeble mind as the fire extinguished inside of her, and she was finally able to see the Westerosi knight, Ser Jorah, was watching her gangbang with intensity, slowly jerking his own capably-sized cock, a pool of seed dirtying the ground before him.

Her attention was forced back to her predicament as Drogo's hands wrapped in her blonde locks and redirected her face to his lap with a firm, unyielding motion. The small woman parted her lips and ran her tongue up his magnificent cock, tasting herself on his weapon as she surrounded the cock in her mouth, worshiping it with her attention. A brief struggle erupts between the bloodriders, and a moment later Qotho kneeled behind her, guiding his thick cock into her already well-used cunt.

Daenerys groaned and vibrated her husband's cock in her mouth, her mind surprised that her night wasn't done - and it wasn't, not by her wildest imagination. The night was long, and by the time the sun rose on the wedding orgy, Daenerys Targaryen was sleeping coated head-to-toe in cum, the Khal's bloodriders finally satisfied. She was far from the only one, and it was a field of tens of thousands of exhausted and well-fucked women that the dawn's early light would find in the morning. She was the only pale-skinned woman, however, the centerpiece in a tableau of debauchery stretching for hundreds of yards, countless woman covered in cum and leaking it from all their holes.

As she slept, Daenerys Targaryen dreamt of great columns of flame flaring from her stomach, and in the midst of it rose a dragon. It turned its great head slowly, and just when the dragon's molten eyes found her own, she woke screaming - only to find the Khal's cock buried again deep inside of her much loosened cunt. Clutching at her husband's powerful arms, the Khaleesi felt the stirrings of fire in her again. The tiny blonde digs her fingers into his arm's muscles, groaning out a deep need for him to fuck her as the first day of the rest of her life dawned on the new woman she had become.