"N-Noooh… No… That's… no-aaaaah!' Her breath stifled, and then her pussy clenched around his cock once more. Tight and needy, pulling him deeper just as her last barrier shattered once more.
Her pussy clamped down like no tomorrow, spasming, wet muscles fluttering around his thrusting cock, and Robert felt it all. He felt the desperate rippling on her soaked walls, the scorching heat and wetness of her climax drenching his cock.
"Fuck!" He cursed under his breath, his body tense, muscles flexing as he slammed into her one last time before wrenching himself free.
His breath was already ragged when he sat back on his knees, his thick cock slick and glistening with her nectar, throbbing furiously in his grip. With a few fast and merciless strokes, he groaned deep in his chest, his batter spewing hot and thick onto her trembling belly. White streaks painted her brown skin, dripping down the curve of her slender waist, gleaming in the dim candlelight.
Robert took it all in, admiring his own work, smirking at the sight of her. Her supple chest rising and falling, skin wet, body spent, yet still trembling, still feeling the faint phantom taste of his powerful cock inside her.
"Bah! Quit yer gawkin' an' clean it up!" Robert bellowed, flopping back like a sack of turnips, legs sprawled wide so she'd know where she belonged. Arms tucked behind his head, he settled in, ready to watch her earn her keep.
His gaze followed Missandei as she moved between his legs, crawling on her knees, her every movement smooth and deliberate. Her curving hips swayed like a lustful cat just saved from drowning in pleasure.
One slender hand braced against the hard muscle of his thigh, feeling the lingering heat of their collisions beneath her palm, the raw power that had just ravaged her. Her other hand wrapped around his cock; still monstrously thick, but slowly calming down.
Missandei swallowed, her breath unsteady. This man; this brutal, untamed champion of the Pit, had taken her over and over, wringing pleasure from her body until she was left trembling and spent. And yet, his cock was slow to calm down, his monstrous length was still twitching from the aftertaste of her pussy.
Her lips parted as she eased back the foreskin, revealing the swollen, glistening head beneath. Without a word, she lowered her head, her ass arching high. Her breath was hot against his masculinity, and her tongue flicked out, trailing a wet, teasing stroke that made his hips twitch.
Robert grunted, eyes locked onto her as her lips spread around his girth, her delicate features a sight to behold. Those full lips, that smooth brown skin, and the wild tumble of her dark hair that, somehow, never got in the way.
Her tongue, warm and slick, tracing slow, slithering lines over every ridge and pulsing vein. She dragged her mouth over his cock with worship, taking her time, savoring him. Spit mixed with the thick, pearly remnants of his seeds, a stark contrast against the pink of her tongue while she licked him clean.
"Ummh..." She hummed reluctantly onto his flaccid cock.
Robert smirked, his fingers twitching with the urge to grab her, to force her deeper, to see just how much more she could take if she woke his beast up once more. But he let her take her time, let her savor it, let her prove she knew exactly how to please him.
He watched the way her mouth glistened with their culmination, the way her lips clung to his cock as she bobbed her head up and down a few times, cleanly swallowing every last drop.
"Right then, back to the tale. So yer Queen locked that silk-swathed bastard from Qarth and her wee handmaiden in a vault to choke on their own farts or starve like rats?" Robert grunted, getting his knob polished like a King. "Hah! That's a right nasty way to kill a man. Almost respect it."
No, he didn't respect it. He used that information to check Daenerys' mental state. And from what he'd seen over the past week, there was something lost in her mind. She completely lacked empathy for anyone she deemed an annoyance.
"Umm…hm…" Missandei swallowed quickly, steadying herself before continuing, her tongue never lingering too long. She paused just briefly to speak. "Her Grace meant only to teach them a lesson."
"Hah! They're worm food, what bloody lesson's left to learn?" Robert laughed and took a deep breath. "Now, what's she want from me, eh? It's been a bloody week. I've stuffed me face, pissed me guts, and fucked me fill. Thought I'd be gettin' her invitation by now!"
"She's interested." Missandei blurted, as if she already had a response prepared. "She's confused about what to offer you for your services."
"Hah!" Robert chortled loudly. "First off, I ain't no bloody servant and second—she damn well knows the price if she wants anything worth a damn from me!"
Missandei paused and looked up at his face, seeing he was fully serious. He wasn't the first man to desire Daenerys. But in her eyes, this was the only man who could even dream of having her since he had much to bring to the table.
"I… Her Grace has indeed invited you to the court today."
"Well, what are ye waitin' for then?" Robert quickly slipped himself out of her delicate mouth and dragged himself off the bed. "Move your arse."
Just as Robert grabbed his tunic, Missandei rushed to help him button up as if she were his servant. With her own hands, she brought him the breeches and then tightened his belt, all the while looking up at him with needy, seductive eyes, still standing there in her naked glory.
Robert pitied her. He couldn't see this as an act of choice. She was definitely ordered to do all that to keep him happy. This was no better than being a slave, and having heard her story from her mouth, he saw her service to Daenerys not much different from her previous master.
Finally, Missandei finished helping him dress and then grabbed her own gown. She then quickly wiped her face and led Robert out of the chamber. She limped a little, too sore after their hours of activities.
But soon, she ushered him into Daenerys's court. From the looks of it, she was dealing with some commoner who'd brought the dead body of a child, burned to bones, likely the work of the dragons.
Robert didn't understand the language, but it was clear that the man was grieving the death.
Daenerys looked at Robert's entrance and gave him a short nod, while her lips hid a smirk at Missandei's limping walk.
Robert sighed inside. The way she acted made it clear that she wasn't that worried about the commoner.
But in the end, she responded to the local and sent him away.
Robert expected to be called forth for a discussion. But to his surprise, Daenerys stood up and walked down from the stairs to him. Behind him, Ser Jorah and Daario Naharis followed.
"Follow me, Lord Ned," Daenerys said and continued to walk out.
Interested, Robert walked right beside her, ignoring the two men behind. Noticing their one hand constantly on the hilt of their sword almost made him chuckle. That fear was satisfying.
"Where to?"
"To my dragons," Daenerys replied solemnly, her expression hardening. "They've been stealing livestock up until now. But today, they killed an innocent child."
Robert frowned, questioning the reason for this invitation. "Yer can't be expectin' me to slay those fine creatures? They're far too precious t—"
"No, never. But they must be chained. My bond with Drogon is strong, yet the others are still untamed. If they lash out, I trust you will be there."
At that, Robert just nodded and silently followed her all the way to the dragon pit. He followed her inside without much fear, even as Ser Jorah and Daario stood back to guard the entrance. Soon enough, it was just him and Daenerys walking deeper into the pit.
"Grrrr…"
Viserion and Rhaegal soon came into view. The two dragons reacted positively towards Daenerys, but at Robert's sight, they beckoned with growls, as if afraid of him.
Hah? What happened to them? Did that other dragon tell them the story?
"I'll tie them." Daenerys carefully walked forward. But surprisingly, the two dragons didn't move an inch, constantly staring at Robert the entire time as if scared to even flinch.
Clank!
Daenerys worked fast and cuffed one claw each, keeping them from getting out of the pit. It ached her, clear from her expression, but she walked straight back to Robert with a forced smile.
"Let's return."
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