Third Person POV
298 AC, Pentos – One Week Later
This wretched week can finally end, Dominic Augustus thought, seated beside Daenerys Targaryen under a canopy in Illyrio Mopatis's garden, swarmed by gifts from the Dothraki and Pentoshi alike. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and roasted meat, but Dominic's mind was elsewhere. All I want is to be back in Uruk, planning my next move. Beside him, Daenerys, radiant in a lilac gown, accepted gifts with a shy smile, her silver hair catching the sunlight.
Not that anything went as planned. Aeron Sand, his loyal guard and friend, grumbled nearby. "Sorry, my friend," Dominic whispered, leaning toward him. "This will be over soon."
Aeron smirked, his super-soldier-enhanced frame relaxed but alert. "Your new wife's quite beautiful," he teased, nodding at Daenerys.
"Stop teasing him," Missandei chided, her dusky skin glowing in a white dress as she translated the Dothraki's words for Daenerys, her Black Widow and Emma Frost templates making her a vision of grace and cunning.
Daenerys glanced at Dominic, her violet eyes wide. "These people are all here for us?"
"Kind of," Dominic replied, his voice low. "The khalasar follows the Khal. They're nomadic, but they tend to cause more trouble than they're worth." He was eager to leave their company, his mind on Uruk's gleaming walls.
"I still can't believe you're the king of Uruk," Daenerys said, her voice tinged with awe as another guest presented a woven rug. "Is your city really made of gold?"
Dominic chuckled, shaking his head. "No, but it shines like it. Stone, mostly, carved by my hand. You'll see it soon." His gaze shifted as Illyrio and Viserys approached, the latter's face twisted with impatience.
"Your Grace," Illyrio said, bowing slightly, his servant opening a chest. "My gift for your wedding. May these fossilized eggs symbolize the joy of your life."
Daenerys gasped, her eyes locked on the three dragon eggs—green, black, and gold. "Are these…"
"Dragon eggs, yes," Illyrio said. "Sadly, fossilized, unable to hatch."
Dominic's magic stirred, Grindelwald's power pulsing through him. He channeled it subtly into the eggs, feeling a faint hum of life awaken within them. She'll hatch them in time, he thought, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Thank you," Daenerys said, mesmerized, her fingers brushing the green egg's scales.
Missandei leaned in, her voice formal. "My Khal, it is time to consummate the marriage."
Dominic nodded, glancing at Aeron. "Right, we'll be back. Keep the khalasar in check. Don't let them wreak havoc."
"Of course," Aeron replied, his eyes scanning the crowd for trouble.
Viserys grabbed Daenerys's arm, his voice venomous. "You will give him the best time of his life. Ensure I get my army, or you'll face the dragon."
"Release my wife!" Dominic's voice boomed, amplified by magic. He pulled Daenerys to him, his golden eyes flashing. Lifting her onto their horse, he murmured, "Don't worry, I'll keep you safe." She curled into him, her trembling easing.
They rode toward a secluded valley, Dominic ensuring everything is comfortable for her as they rode. After a short ride, they stopped at hills far from Pentos's noise. "This should do," he muttered, dismounting.
Daenerys watched him, curious. "Dragonite, Charizard, come out!" Dominic called, his voice ringing.
"What are you…" Daenerys began, then froze as Dragonite and Charizard materialized, their massive forms looming. Dragonite's draconic aura and Charizard's fiery tail left her speechless.
"The one with the fiery tail is Charizard," Dominic explained. "The other's Dragonite. Meet Daenerys."
Charizard growled, "Char, char," while Dragonite hummed, acknowledging her. Daenerys's eyes widened in wonder.
"How?" she asked, stepping closer.
"Magic," Dominic said simply, his lips curling into a teasing grin. "Like the kind that makes a Targaryen princess blush."
Daenerys's cheeks flushed, and she looked away, shy. "I… I don't blush that easily."
"Oh, I think you do," he teased, stepping closer, his towering frame casting a shadow. "I bet I could make you blush brighter than Charizard's flame."
She ducked her head, her silver hair falling over her face. "Stop it," she mumbled, but a smile tugged at her lips.
Dominic chuckled, leaning down to meet her eyes. "What's wrong, Daenerys Stormborn? Afraid a Khal's charm is too much for you?"
Her shyness flickered, and a spark of defiance lit her violet eyes—the inner dragon awakening. "You think you're charming?" she shot back, stepping closer, her voice gaining strength. "I've faced my brother's temper. A teasing Khal is nothing."
He raised an eyebrow, delighted. "Oh, the dragon bites back! Good. I like a wife with fire."
Daenerys crossed her arms, her blush fading as she held his gaze. "You'll find I have plenty of fire, Khal. Don't test me."
"Test you?" Dominic grinned, stepping so close she had to tilt her head to meet his eyes. "I'm just warming you up, princess. Wait till you see what Uruk has in store."
Her lips parted, a retort ready, but she faltered, her boldness softening. "You… you're impossible," she said, her voice half-laugh, half-exasperation.
"And you're adorable when you try to keep up," he replied, winking. "Come on, let's talk somewhere quieter."
He led her to a shaded spot under a tree, the valley's breeze cooling the air. They sat, and he poured her another cup of butterbeer from his inventory. She sipped, her eyes lighting up again. "This is… incredible. You said it's from Uruk?"
"Made it myself," he said, leaning back. "Well, with a bit of magic. You'll love the city. No slaves, no filth. Just freedom and strength."
Daenerys's expression softened, her fingers tracing the cup's rim. "Freedom… I've never known it. Not truly."
"You will," Dominic said, his tone serious. "With me, you'll be free. No one will hurt you—not Viserys, not anyone."
She looked at him, her eyes searching. "Why me? You're a king, a Khal, with… others. Why marry me?"
He tilted his head, teasing again. "Maybe I just wanted a dragon princess to make my city shine brighter."
She swatted his arm, her shyness returning. "Stop that! I'm serious."
"So am I," he said, his voice softening. "You're strong, Daenerys, even if you don't see it yet. I saw it in your eyes when you stood up to me just now. You're not just Viserys's sister. You're a queen in waiting."
Her breath caught, and she looked away, her cheeks pink. "I… I don't know if I can be that."
"You can," he said firmly. "And I'll help you find out. But first…" He grinned, leaning closer. "You've got to survive me."
She laughed, the sound bright and free, her inner dragon stirring again. "You're awful," she said, shoving him playfully. "But I'll survive you, Khal. Just watch."
"That's my girl," he said, standing and offering his hand. "Come on. Let's make this official."
Daenerys took his hand, her nervousness returning but tempered by excitement. "Where are we going?"
"Somewhere private," he said, his eyes glinting. "A bed's better than a hillside, don't you think?"
Her face flushed scarlet, and she stammered, "W-wait, what?!"
He laughed, pulling her toward Dragonite. "Relax, princess. I'll be gentle—unless you bite back again."
Two Hours Later – No One POV
Lemon Warning
Dominic Augustus lifted Daenerys off Dragonite, carrying her into a private magical tent he'd prepared, its silks shimmering in the valley's dusk. "Where…" she started, but he silenced her with a kiss, his lips claiming hers with a hunger that made her moan. His tongue explored her mouth, and she melted into him, her hands clutching his robes.
He set her on the bed, his magic tearing her dress with a flick of his hand. "You are mine," he said, climbing over her, his hands roaming her bare skin, igniting sparks of pleasure.
"Yes!" she gasped, arching as his hand slid between her thighs, his fingers brushing her folds, thumb circling her clit. "Does that feel good, my dragon queen?" he murmured.
"YES!" she cried, hips bucking, craving more. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her sensitivity overwhelming.
He teased her, fingers slow, drawing out her moans. "Please!" she begged, her body trembling with new sensations.
"Not yet," he said, smirking as she bit his shoulder, her nails raking his back. Just as she neared her peak, he paused, making her whimper. "Please, don't stop," she pleaded, her voice desperate.
He pressed his thumb harder, and she shattered, crying out as he sucked her breast, her pink nipple hard under his tongue. He pinched her other nipple, his fingers slipping into her folds, exploring her wetness. "Hmm, I think I'll taste you next," he said, kissing down her body.
His tongue dipped into her folds, and Daenerys, still reeling from her first climax, gasped. "What are…" Her words dissolved into a scream—"GODS!"—as he licked, her body shaking, liquid flooding his face. Her legs clamped around him, trapping him as he continued, her cries echoing for minutes.
"I…" she gasped, vision clearing. Dominic rose, his golden eyes intense. "Now for the main part," he said, easing her nerves with magic to dull any pain.
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, pausing at her barrier. "Last chance to back out."
Daenerys wrapped her legs around him, pulling him past it. Pain flared briefly, then stars burst in her vision as he filled her. He's so big! she thought, clamping down, overwhelmed. He moved slowly, then faster, her moans filling the tent. "Your Grace, please…" she gasped, lost in pleasure.
"Dom," he corrected, slowing briefly. "Call me Dom."
"Dom, please, keep going," she begged, nearing another peak. He growled, "You are MINE!" slamming into her, pushing her over the edge.
"YOURS!" she screamed, her climax hitting as he drove deep, his own release flooding her, triggering another wave of pleasure.
Lemon End
Dominic collapsed beside her, pulling the covers over them as she passed out, curling into him. First time was too much for her, he thought, holding her close.
Next Day
"Where are they?!" Viserys shouted, his face purple with rage as he stormed through Illyrio's courtyard, furious that Daenerys hadn't returned.
"I'm sure they're on their way," Illyrio said, watching the khalasar prepare to depart.
Dragonite and Charizard landed in the fields, their wings stirring dust. "DRAGONS!" Viserys exclaimed, eyes wild. "With them, I could take the Seven Kingdoms!"
"Sorry I'm late," Dominic said, dismounting Dragonite, his red coat billowing. "Are you ready to go home?"
"About time," Aeron said, patting Dragonite. "Been a good boy?"
"Missandei, ready to return?" Dominic asked, ignoring Viserys.
"Yes," she began, but Viserys interrupted.
"Where is my sister?" he demanded.
"Sleeping at home," Dominic said coolly. "I've come for my guard and wife."
"You owe me an army!" Viserys yelled, stepping closer. "You've taken my treasure. Uphold your bargain."
Dominic raised an eyebrow. "You have your army. They're heading to the Dothraki Sea. Good luck being Khal."
"I demand your dragons!" Viserys shouted. "I'm a Targaryen. They're my birthright."
Illyrio tried to intervene. "Your Grace…"
"Dragons?" Dominic stepped toward Viserys, towering over him. "They're not dragons. and don't talk to me of demands. You have your army. Fight your war."
Turning to the khalasar, he spoke in Dothraki. "I release my leadership to this man, the Last Dragon. You are free to choose your path. Never return to Uruk's walls."
Facing Viserys one last time, he said, "You have your army. Do not come to Uruk. You're no longer needed in your sister's life."
"What about my dragon?" Viserys called as Aeron urged Charizard skyward.
"Find an egg and hatch it," Dominic shot back, settling behind Missandei on Dragonite. "I'm sure the 'Last Dragon' can manage."
"You've condemned him to death," Missandei said, snuggling closer as they took flight.
"Not my problem," Dominic replied. "Uruk and my wives are my concern. With Dany with us, and Jon Arryn's death stirring Westeros, we must prepare for war."