The khaleesi Command
paring- Daenerys targaryen x femreader!
Summary- Blah blah can’t spoil it 😏 dom daenerys tho
Warnings- NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI
word count- 847
The silk curtains sway gently in the warm breeze that drifts through Daenerys's chambers, carrying with it the scent of jasmine and dragon fire. You stand before her, heart racing as her eyes trace over your form with hunger.
"Come here, sweetness," she says softly, her voice laced with just . You obey without hesitation, crossing the candlelit room until you're close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin.
Her fingers find your chin, tilting your face up to meet her gaze. "You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you?" It's not really a question, and the knowing smile that curves her lips makes your knees weak.
"Yes, Khaleesi," you breathe, and you watch her eyes darken at the title.
"Good girl," she purrs, and then her mouth is on yours, it’s so demanding, possessive, stealing the air from your lungs. Her hands slide into your hair, gripping firmly as she deepens the kiss, her tongue exploring with practiced confidence. When she finally pulls back, you're left gasping.
"Undress for me," Daenerys instructs, stepping back to settle onto the edge of her bed, legs crossed elegantly. "Slowly."
Your fingers tremble as you reach for the fastenings of your gown, acutely aware of her unwavering attention. The fabric whispers against your skin as you let it fall, pooling at your feet until you stand bare before her. The vulnerability should be terrifying, but the approval in her expression makes you feel powerful instead.
"Beautiful," she murmurs, rising to circle you like a predator admiring her prey. Her fingertips ghost along your shoulders, down your spine, raising goosebumps in their wake. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you, darling?"
"Tell me, Khaleesi," you plead, arching into her touch.
She laughs, low and rich. "I'm going to take you apart piece by piece until you forget everything but my name." Her hands slide around to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples until you whimper. "Until the only word you remember is Khaleesi."
She guides you backward to the bed, and you sink into the luxurious furs and silks. Daenerys stands above you, still fully clothed. She takes her time disrobing, letting you watch as each layer falls away to reveal pale, perfect skin. When she finally joins you, the press of her body against yours is intoxicating. She kisses you again, slower this time but no less commanding, before trailing her lips down your throat. Her teeth graze your pulse point, and you gasp her name.
"That's it, love," she encourages, her hand sliding down your stomach with slowness. "Let me hear you."
When her fingers finally reach where you need her most, you cry out and whimper at the contact. She's so gentle at first, teasing circles that make you curl beneath her.
"Please, Khaleesi," you beg, and she rewards you with more pressure, her fingers sliding through your wetness.
"So eager for me," she whispers against your ear. "So perfect." She enters you with two fingers, and the stretch makes your back arch off the bed. She sets a steady rhythm, curling her fingers expertly while her thumb finds your clit.
The pleasure builds rapidly under her skilled touch, and you clutch at her shoulders, her hair, anything to anchor yourself. She watches your face intently, reading every expression, adjusting her movements to drive you higher.
"Look at me," she commands when your eyes flutter closed. You force them open, meeting that violet gaze. "I want to see you when you come for me."
Her fingers move faster, harder, and you feel yourself approaching the edge. "Khaleesi," you gasp, "I'm so close-"
"Then let go, sweetness," she orders. "Come for your Khaleesi."
The orgasm crashes over you like a wave, and you shatter beneath her, crying out her title as pleasure pulses through every nerve. She works you through it, only slowing when you begin to tremble from oversensitivity.
"Such a good girl," she praises, withdrawing her fingers and bringing them to her lips. The sight of her tasting you makes heat spark again despite your exhaustion.
She shifts, positioning herself above you, and you realize she's not finished. "Now, darling," she says, guiding your hand between her thighs, "it's your turn to worship your Khaleesi properly."
You're eager to please, to give her the same pleasure she's given you. As your fingers explore her wetness, as you feel her respond to your touch, you can’t help but get turned on more.
"Yes," she breathes as you find the rhythm she needs, her head falling back in pleasure. "Just like that, love."
And as you bring the Mother of Dragons to her own climax, her fingers tangled in your hair and your name on her lips, you know you belong to her completely.