Her legs quivered beneath her, the muscles weary and strained. She had been waiting so long, naked and on all fours on the bed, that it felt as if her body were turning to stone. Her brother had commanded her to stay this way, ready to serve him upon his return, and Dany feared his anger too much to disobey. Viserys had beaten her the last time he caught her shirking.
In the corner, her handmaid sat, eyes fixed on the floor, as silent as she was shamed. It was bad enough to be forced to do this, but to have a servant watch made her feel less than a slave. Beads of sweat clung to her skin, glistening on the curve of her back and buttocks, but she dared not move to wipe them away.
The room was stifling, a prison of sand colored walls and lush carpets that smothered the air, trapping her with the scent of perfumed oils and sun-warmed stone. She wondered if Viserys would return soon or if he had forgotten her, lost in his own schemes and dreams of a stolen throne.
A fly buzzed lazily above her, tracing mocking circles in the air. Dany focused on it, willing herself to become as small and meaningless as the tiny creature, to feel nothing, to think nothing. Her arms trembled, but she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from collapsing. She wondered if Viserys would let her see the sky when he sold her to Drogo, if the open plains would be a kinder cage.
The silence stretched, oppressive and thick, broken only by the rustle of the handmaid's skirts as she shifted slightly. Illyrio had made it clear that she was not to be molested, and so Viserys had spared her so far. But Dany had no such protection.
She closed her eyes, imagining herself a baby dragon in its shell, curled up tight, waiting for the day she would hatch and fly away from all of this. But the image slipped away like smoke through her fingers, leaving her with nothing but the ache in her limbs.
She thought she heard footsteps in the corridor, yes, at last, and her heart began to race with a mix of hope and dread.
The door swung open, and Viserys entered, his pale hair gleaming like molten silver in the dim light. He paused, looming over her with a smirk that did not reach his eyes. “Has she moved since I left?” he demanded of the handmaid, his voice sharp as a dagger’s edge.
“No, my lord,” the girl replied, almost a whisper, her gaze still lowered.
Dany felt his stare rake over her, lingering on her glistening skin. His hand skimmed her bare rump, a mockery of tenderness, before he delivered a stinging slap. She cried out, more from surprise than pain, and he laughed, a thin, cruel sound.
"It is done, little sister," Viserys said, his voice dripping with disdain. "They have finalized it. They dare to think a dragon can be bought by a savage." He paced the room, a king without a throne, a man without a crown. "They’ll treat me as their king, and I will have their hordes. I’ll have their cities and their armies. We will take King's Landing, and they will beg at my feet."
Dany listened without a word, each breath a silent plea for him to finish so he could fuck her and be gone. Her lip trembled, a small whimper escaping before she could stop it.
Viserys spun around, eyes narrowing. "Oh, missing my cock, are we?" he sneered. He shed his clothing with quick, impatient movements, his pale skin as thin and cold as the ambition that consumed him.
With a gesture, he dismissed the handmaiden.
"Pity I can't take your pussy," he said, positioning himself behind her, "but I suppose we'll need to save that for your horselord."
Dany winced as he began rubbing the head of his cock against her taut anus. His hand pressed into her back, forcing her down. She felt relief flood through her, even as his hard cock began to push inside.
"You’ll thank me for this one day," he grunted, his breath hot and heavy. "When you sit beside me on the Iron Throne. When the world remembers my name."
The pain was sharp, but she held herself silent, thinking only of the moment he would be done, the moment she could pretend to be somewhere else, someone else.
Viserys thrust deeper, lost in his own delusions, oblivious to the hurt he caused. "They think they’ve bought us, but they’ll learn. They’ll all learn."
Dany closed her eyes, her body numb beneath him, and let his words wash over her like the tide, each one a promise and a curse.
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His thrusts quickened, relentless and savage, as if he meant to break her with each brutal stroke. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat, and the sound only seemed to drive him harder. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and she knew she could not bear it much longer. She was a bowstring pulled too taut, ready to snap.
"Please," she panted, desperation unraveling her. "Please, let me suck you."
Viserys paused, a low chuckle vibrating through him, and withdrew. She felt the sudden emptiness and collapsed forward, her cheek against the cool sheets. Her chest heaved, and for a moment, she thought he might refuse her, might make her beg and plead until she was sobbing.
But he released her, letting her rise to her knees, and she turned toward him, her eyes wide and pleading. She reached for him, pretending eagerness, knowing it was what he wanted. He stood before her, naked and cruel, stroking himself with a dark, hungry look.
"Want to taste it, do you?" he mocked, holding his cock just out of reach. "All you'll taste is your own filth."
He thrust into her mouth, not waiting for her to respond, filling her until she choked and gagged around him. Her eyes watered, and he laughed again, a harsh sound of triumph. He tangled his hand in her hair, pulling her head forward as he fucked her mouth, his cock driving deep down her throat.
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She struggled to breathe, his skin slapping against her lips, his fingers tugging painfully at her scalp. She tried to work him with her tongue, tried to make him come quickly, but he was merciless, forcing her to take it all, take it as he had taken everything else from her.
The world narrowed to the heat and the taste of him, the feel of him swelling and pulsing inside her. She fought to keep from gagging, from crying out, her body tense and quivering.
At last, with a ragged, breathless shout, he pulled out and spilled himself over her face and chest, his seed hot and sticky against her skin. She fell back, catching herself with one hand as he milked the last of it onto her breast, his cock still hard and twitching.
Viserys watched her, a satisfied smirk twisting his lips. “You’ll make a fine khaleesi,” he said, his voice edged with contempt. He turned away, leaving her there, his cum still warm on her skin. “Clean yourself. Be ready for the wedding tomorrow. Our time will come.”
Dany stayed on her knees, her heart beating slow and hollow in her chest. She closed her eyes, her brother's laughter echoing in her ears, and wished for the sky.