But Daenerys continued to walk closer to his bed and eventually climbed on top of it from the foot side. She crawled towards his legs, her violet gaze unfazed.
Closer and closer, she eventually arrived right beside Robert's waist, where she sat back on her knees and, in a quick move, straddled his loose breeches-covered lap. Robert was naturally a broad man from shoulder to his hips.
So, as Daenerys straddled him, she had to naturally spread her legs to the full extent, so much so that she couldn't land her knees on the bedding on the side. She had to lean forward and rest both her delicate hands on his naked, muscled chest.
"Ain't that a welcome surprise." Robert crassly smiled, ogling at her warm frame. He felt her weight, light to his body. Her hips were neatly grounded on his half-mast cock. "Here to convince me?"
At first, Daenerys silently rubbed her warm, soft hands on Robert's chest. She felt him up and down, from his collarbone to his belly. It was the body of a warrior, far stronger than any she'd seen. Even stronger than Khal Drogo, as a matter of fact.
"You said you don't bow or kneel to any, nor can coins buy you," Daenerys said and gently traced her fingers over his sharp jawline. "Perhaps this can convince you to aid me in saving Yunkai and Astapor?"
I was going there anyway.
"Go on." Robert stretched both his hands and slid them under the hem of her gown, feeling her milky-soft legs. The lack of resistance made it clear what was on her mind.
Daenerys slowly started grinding her hips on his cock. His sheer size almost scared her, the thick length pressing up against her even through the fabric. Her frown was clear to him as she swallowed hard, feeling a little hesitant.
"You are blessed by the Gods." She finally traced his lips with her hand. She honestly felt overwhelmed by his masculinity. It reminded her of a long-forgotten painful memory. But this time, it made her excited, her heart throbbing. "As I am… blessed for the Iron Throne."
She's obsessed. Robert sighed.
Daenerys pulled up her gown, up her hips and over her head, leaving her pale-as-snow frame naked to his eyes. All of her, bare and exposed, without even the smallest scrap of smallclothes. She had come prepared, offering herself in a way that left no room for second thoughts.
Robert's breath was almost choked from the sight. For all the women he had taken, none had been quite like this. There was something ethereal about her, something beyond flesh and blood, a beauty that felt almost untouchable, yet there she was, offering herself to him.
Her body was slender, not overly curvy, her ass and bosom modest but firm, perfectly proportioned to her shorter frame. Her charming face and delicate, full lips were framed by that exotic silver-blonde hair, neatly tied in braids at places, a few locks falling on her small face.
While not exotic in Essos, Daenerys in herself was exotic for her blood.
Her legs weren't long but felt full and creamy; her skin was impeccable, spotless and clean, gleaming like polished ivory.
She leaned forward slightly, and her swells dangled forward, small but enough. The sight of her naked cunt with a trace of white pubes sent jolts of arousal throughout his frame. He hadn't given much thought to fucking her before, but now his cock was eager, swelling thick with need at the sight of her body.
"I hope this will be enough to convince you." Daenerys moved closer, her lithe frame pressing against his solid bulk like a slender branch bowing against the weight of a mighty trunk.
Her full, soft breasts flattened against his chest, her delicate skin rubbing against the rough patches of his coarse chest hair. The prickly feeling made her shudder, a slight gasp slipping from her lips as his heat seeped into her.
Her hands reached up, delicate fingers cupping his face. Then, without hesitation, she lowered her lips to his
"Not many men in this world I consider worthy of this but…" Daenerys sipped an erotic, whimpering breath as she felt his cock perfectly squeeze against her entrance. "You are."
Her lips met his, and the moment they did, Robert growled, deep and approving. His thick arms coiled around her waist, plastering her body against his. He grabbed her ass, fingers spreading over the round flesh with ease, kneading the supple flesh like he was claiming every inch of her. She was shorter than Missandei; shorter, easier to handle, and easier to grip. His rough hands explored her recklessly, squeezing, stretching, testing the way her warm skin yielded under his touch.
Then, without warning, his middle finger slid over the forbidden back entrance.
Daenerys jolted, her body tensing as a sharp gasp escaped her lips. She melted into him, mouth pressing harder and greedily against his. Her tongue slathered his lips, panting hot and needy, like a mare in heat. Every inhale and every exhale, a desperate attempt to reclaim the air he stole from her with every possessive suckle.
Robert's tongue thrust into her mouth, invading, dominating, forcing her to submit before his cock ever even touched her core. His arms caged her in, holding her flush against him, making her feel small, helpless, and utterly weak against the brute strength of him.
Aye, she was powerless after having seen him defeat a dragon. He could break her like a twig if he so desired. Yet here she was, feeling his tongue invade the sanctity of her mouth before his cock would eventually do the same with her cunt.
Daenerys' moans grew louder, more desperate, until she finally broke away, gasping hard as she sat up.
With shaking fingers, she reached down, untying the loose breeches he wore. She pushed them down, her small hands fumbling under her own legs, freeing the beast that would soon devour her.
Robert chuckled, deep and low, his amusement thick with hunger.
His palms, large and rough, slid under Daenerys' gelatinous thighs, gripping her before lifting her clean off his lap with ease. She let out a startled gasp, her body tensing at the sudden show of strength, followed by a breathless giggle. She barely had time to react before he used that moment to kick off his breeches entirely, tossing them aside.
His cock stood like a giant unleashed; thick, veined, and ready for war; jutting straight up, throbbing with fervor. The lamplight flickered over the heavy shaft, highlighting his unholy size, from the thick base to the swollen, purpled head glistening at the tip.
Daenerys stared wide eyed, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached out to hold his cock.
Her breath choked as she sank back down. Not fully; just enough for his cock to nestle against her curving belly, the heat of it branding her. It was scorching, ridged, throbbing against her soft skin. The broad tip dragged over her silvery curls, rubbing against her damp petals, smearing his slick arousal onto her.
She couldn't stop looking. Even with both hands wrapped around him, she still couldn't cover all of it.
Her small fingers squeezed, tracing the thick veins, feeling how the rigid flesh burned hot under her petite hands. Her belly fluttered when she realized just how high his tip reached; almost to her belly button, like a monster lurking beneath her navel, waiting to be let in.
"I expected nothing less," she murmured in fake confidence, lips curling into a wicked smirk. She lifted a hand, bringing it close to her mouth, as if she might sink down and take him between her lips.
But something about lowering her head, about kneeling before a man like him, made her hesitate. She wouldn't debase herself so easily. No, if she was going to pleasure him, she'd do it on her terms.
So, instead, she spat into her palm before wrapping her hand around his rigid shaft and stroking him.
The squelching sound filled the space between them as she stroked, her spit glistening over every inch of his enormous cock. She coated him again and again, dragging her fingers over the pulsing veins, squeezing just right, feeling the way he twitched and grew even harder beneath her touch.
Robert let out a rumbling groan, his hips jerking slightly, thick thighs tensing beneath her.
She kept her eyes locked on his, never breaking contact, letting him see exactly how willing she was, how much she wanted to claim him for herself. Then she made the mistake of looking down again.
That thick, swollen crown alone was enough to make her stomach clench. The way it throbbed, glistening and engorged, sent a pulse of fear and lust straight to her core. Would it even fit?
"Mmmh…" She hummed, licking her lips.
Finally, she shifted, rising onto her knees, guiding his thick swollen flesh with her hand. The bulbous cockhead pressed against her entrance felt hot, demanding, already stretching her pink pussy lips before he even truly entered.
The moment his knob parted her soaked lips, she gasped. A sharp, shuddering cry tore straight from her throat. "Ohhh… Fff—ahhh… Gods! So... Bi–gaahhh!"
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