Playing the Game (Game of Thrones)

… You know what? Sure, together they can show her. Jon sees right through Doreah, can tell that the Lysene whore is a hungry little slut and is eager to get in his good graces. And… that’s alright. But if she thinks she’s going to wrap a dragon around her finger and lead him along by his cock, she has another thing coming entirely.
 
Jon doesn’t answer with words. He answers with actions, as he’s been doing for a good while now. Grabbing Doreah by her hair, he drags her in for a savage, domineering kiss, leaving no question to his attentions as he roughly handles her, his other hand coming up to drag down the leather hide top she’s wearing and expose a pair of supple breasts, which he gropes and kneads to his heart’s content.
 
Doreah’s answering yelp is swallowed by his mouth, and while she squirms at first, she stops fighting him very quickly, well aware of her place in the world when compared to him. It’s not even comparable, really, and at the end of the day, they both know he can do whatever he wants to her, because of the power disparity. At the same time though, the scent of Doreah’s arousal grows stronger, filling his nostrils at this point, and it’s obvious that for all she’s powerless to resist, she’s also helplessly turned on.
 
When he finally disengages from their lip lock, she gasps and looks ready to try and say something, but Jon doesn’t give her the chance. Spinning her around so that the topless Lysene is facing the other three women, he reaches down and tears her skirt off next, ripping it away from her body and exposing her lower half. His arms hook through her arms, and he pulls them behind her back, even as he bends her forward slightly.
 
Still, she does try to speak, tries to continue on with her earlier suggestion, given he hasn’t actually said no to her.
 
“L-Lady Daenerys-!”
 
However, in the midst of Doreah trying to give her mistress a lesson, that lecturing tone she’d taken on making it clear what she was attempting, Jon’s cock is out and slaps down between Doreah’s ass cheeks. She goes still, freezing up as she goes completely silent, and though Jon can’t see the pleasure slave turned handmaiden’s face, he can imagine what she looks like, because he assumes that the look on her face is mirrored on the faces of the three women watching.
 
Wide eyes, mouth slightly agape. With a grin, without even giving Doreah a chance to collect herself and try talking again, Jon pulls back just enough for his cock to find purchase in the beautiful Lysene’s cunt, and then thrusts forward, taking her from behind standing up, her knees knocking together and her arms restrained behind her back.
 
“Oh! Oh, oh, oh!”
 
Doreah’s little gasps and exhalations are positively adorable, at least in part because they’re real. Jon’s not sure HOW he can tell, but he can… and he knows that despite her experience, she’s not faking it. Her cunt is already fairly moist, and only grows wetter still as he fucks into her, pounding into her with raw, bestial might. He fucks her as a dragon would, as a dragon SHOULD, claiming her in front of Daenerys and her other two handmaidens.
 
The two Dothraki handmaidens are both alternating between trying to avert their eyes and sneaking peeks. It’s obvious they’re ashamed of their own arousal, and don’t believe they should be watching… and yet, they can’t help themselves. After all, when is the next time that the two of them will get to watch a dragon fuck a mere woman such as Doreah?

Daenerys though… his Dany is a different story altogether. She’s not looking away, and those purple eyes of hers are wide with excitement as she watches him pound into Doreah, her gaze flitting between his face, her handmaiden’s face, and down below, where the two of them are joined together. Unable to help herself, the shy young woman, a dragoness in her own right, slowly begins to strip, right then and there.
 

When they see her do so, Irri and Jhiqui follow suit, though they blush all the while and still try to refrain from watching. It’s amusing to Jon that the two Dothraki handmaidens would be the ones that would be… uncomfortable in this instance. Surely, neither of them can possibly be virgins at this point, given the nature of Dothraki culture.
 
But while they’ve undeniably been passed around and used more than once in their lives, it would seem like both Irri and Jhiqui are unused to bearing witness to a Khal fucking another woman in front of them like this. More than that, Jon’s very presence fills the tent, his draconic heritage making him larger than life. It’s no wonder that they’re having a hard time… and no wonder that Doreah is already insensate on his cock.
 
Her pussy walls clench and squeeze down hard around his member for the umpteenth time as he milks another explosive orgasm out of her, the Lysene shaking and spasming in his grip. With one final thrust and a last grunt, Jon cums inside of her, pumping his seed into her cunt and dropping her at his feet a moment later. Doreah falls to the ground face first, ass up, and just… stays where she is, even as Jon steps over her and begins making his way towards Daenerys’ other two handmaidens.
 
After seeing his khaleesi’s response to him being with another woman, Jon has already decided to leave Dany for last. She’s obviously getting off on watching him fuck her handmaidens, her eyes filled with delight as she now bites her lower lip and blatantly and brazenly touches herself. She seems more confident in this moment then she has since he met her, the shyness dropping away as the true dragoness peeks out.
 
Both Irri and Jhiqui freeze up at his approach, like two small prey beneath an approaching large predator. But Jon is a bit gentler with them then he was with Doreah, at least at first. He takes them by the hair firmly, but not too roughly, and brings them together in a kiss. As they tentatively do as he wants without him having to say a word, beginning to make out with one another, he leads them to a bed of furs and pushes them down onto it.
 
Jhiqui ends up on the bottom, while Irri ends up on the top. It doesn’t really matter in the end though because Jon fucks them both at the same time. His cock thrusts into Irri first, before pulling out and pushing into Jhiqui next. As he expected, neither are virgins… but it’s obvious from the off-set that this is the biggest cock both have ever had. Certainly, as he grips Irri by her hips and begins to fuck both handmaidens in earnest, the two Dothraki women end up terminating their kissing in order to just cling to each other, moaning and mewling and squealing as he quickens his pace and begins to fuck them both like an animal… or more accurately, like a dragon.
 
Growling, Jon slams into Irri and then Jhiqui over and over again, pounding into the two darker-skinned women with a viciousness that leaves them both in a right state by the time he’s done with them. As with Doreah, the two simply can’t keep up. By the time Jon cums again, his seed exploding between their bodies this time around and coating their caramel skin in his white, hot ejaculate, both Irri and Jhiqui are in quite the stupor.
 
Finished with the two of them, Jon pulls back and finally turns his eyes towards Daenerys… only for his khaleesi to surprise him by leaping into his arms just as he’s turning around. He reacts quickly enough to grab her and hold her to him all the same, and with a bit of fumbling, he’s inside of her, even as she kisses him, and he kisses her back. It’s a hungry sort of lovemaking the two of them engage in, and Jon, still in full primal beast mode, grips Daenerys by her pale buttocks as he bounces her on his cock quite aggressively.
 
In response, the dragoness half-moans, half-growls into his mouth, their tongues wrestling with one another and Daenerys’ fingernails clawing at his rippling back muscles. Jon growls and just fucks her harder in response. If Dany wants to turn this into a battle for dominance, then that’s perfectly fine with him.
 
Of course, almost immediately after he gets serious, his mate folds like a stack of cards. Daenerys Targaryen is NOT a strong woman, nor is she a particularly strong dragoness. She’s never had the opportunity to be, her brother spending her whole life tearing her down rather than building her up, leaving her afraid and worried.
 
It makes it all the easier for Jon to put her in her place and remind her that he’s in charge here… but it also gives him leave to be kind and generous with her. She’s not the sort of threat he has to put his boot on the neck of at all times, thankfully. Instead, once Daenerys submits, Jon returns to kissing her, their tongues dueling, but in a far less competitive way as Jon leads the encounter from that moment on, fucking Daenerys hard and fast, bouncing her up and down on his cock as the beautiful, pale-skinned young woman cums again and again around his length, just as her handmaidens did before her.
 
Dany lasts a bit longer perhaps… but not long enough that Jon doesn’t leave her in the same state as the others by the time he finally spills his seed in her womb and fills her with his release. As he finishes with her, Jon carries her over to the same pile of furs he brought Irri and Jhiqui to, where the two Dothraki handmaidens have since rolled away from each other, lazing about on their backs and relaxing, quite satiated.
 
Laying Daenerys down between the two dark-skinned women, Jon smiles approvingly as they immediately turn onto their sides and press into Daenerys, murmuring quietly into their khaleesi’s ear and taking care of her quite enthusiastically. Doreah, meanwhile, crawls on trembling limbs with some assistance from Jon, who grabs her by her hair and pulls her over. When he presses her face into Daenerys’ dripping wet cunt, the Lysene pleasure slave doesn’t need any further instruction… she begins to lick and lap and slurp at his seed and her mistress’ pussy, eating Daenerys out, slowly at first, but more eagerly as time goes on.
 
Jon watches the four women for a moment, a satisfied smile on his face, before he gets dressed and heads out. There’s far too much for him to check up on and far too much preparation to be done before the other Khals and their khalasars arrive in Vaes Dothrak. If ‘Khal Jhono’ is going to change an entire culture… he’s going to have to be ready for a fight.
 
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His thoughts that day prove prophetic, when a few weeks later, Jon finds himself being challenged on all sides. It’s nothing all that surprising, to be fair, and thankfully, for the time being at least, there’s been no bloodshed as of yet. But tensions are brewing, and things simmer just beneath the surface, ready to boil.
 
It would seem Jon has a choice to make. The Khals have mostly arrived at this point, with the Dosh Khaleen declaring those that haven’t shown up to be cowards and not true Dothraki at all. None of the big khalasars are absent, from what Jon has been told, so that’s good at least. Those that have avoided this call to Vaes Dothrak are small and ultimately meaningless in the grand scheme of things. Though Jon still intends to deal with them eventually… something tells him ‘meaningless’ doesn’t mean ‘non-threat’, in the end.
 
Regardless, his current foes are the ones that DID show up. Not a single Khal was willing to submit to the Dosh Khaleen’s declaration of Jon’s place as the Stallion Who Would Mount The World. This… isn’t that surprising. For one, he’s a foreigner. If the Stallion wasn’t going to be a Dothraki, well then the Dothraki probably didn’t want the Stallion. However, Jon had the feeling that even with his pale skin and Westerosi features, he could have likely won a few of the more faithful Khals to his side… if not for the other thing.
 
The ‘other thing’ being his stance on slavery. Sorry, but Jon was born in Westeros, in the North, and he was raised to consider slavery one of the darkest of sins. He wasn’t going to hide behind the traditions or culture of this people he’d so abruptly inserted himself into. If they wanted him to be their savior, their prophecy figure… then Jon was going to fix them or die trying.
 
So yes, every Khal who’d come to Vaes Dothrak was his enemy, by their own choice. The distinction, in the end, came down to the form of challenge that they’d sent him. Some of the Khals, the ones with greater confidence in their personal prowess, or smaller khalasars, or more often a mixture of both… they had challenged Jon to one-on-one battles, duels much like the ones he’d already been fighting near every day since he’d killed Drogo and become a Khal.
 
Meanwhile, some of the Khals with the larger khalasars were determined to make a war of it, challenging his entire khalasar to a sort of blood sport on the open plains outside of Vaes Dothrak. Tens of thousands of Dothraki warriors, all engaging in battle, all at once.
 
It just… felt a little wasteful to him. But on the other hand, he wasn’t sure how he might stack up against multiple opponents. The Dothraki he’d fought so far… none of them had really compared to Khal Drogo. But now he’d be fighting numerous Khals, and he had to imagine that at least some of them would be as good as Drogo had been. Jon himself was pretty damn good… but he didn’t consider himself invincible or unstoppable or anything like that.
 
Honestly, he really just wanted to consolidate things under one form of challenge, so that no one could rightfully complain when all was said and done. But perhaps that instinct was wrong? Perhaps he should be taking them on in their preferred way, beating all comers as they’d challenged him to prove he was the strongest? It was a tough decision, in the end. One he would need to make soon… very soon.

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