บท 48: Chapter 48: A World Unleashed
Arren stood there, the blindfold that had bound him for years lying at his feet, the world exploding in color and shapes he hadn't imagined in his darkest, filthiest thoughts. But none of that mattered, not the city, not the crowd of Unsullied standing stiff and lifeless in the square. All that mattered was *her*—Daenerys, standing there like a fucking goddess, more tempting than anything he'd seen in his whole life.
That silver hair, those violet eyes, the way her body screamed power and lust at the same time. Arren's heart was pounding, not from the excitement of seeing again, but because of what seeing *her* did to him.
"Khaleesi," he rasped, unable to take his eyes off her.
She stepped closer, her lips curling in that knowing way, her voice soft but full of fire. "You've walked in the dark for too long, Arren. Now, see everything. Take it." Her words burned into him, pushing his desire over the edge.
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Later that night, they were all in Daenerys's chambers—Arren, Doreah, Missandei, Irri. The air in the room was heavy with tension, the kind that set his blood on fire. No one said it out loud, but they all knew where this was going. It was like the fucking room was soaked in lust, everyone's eyes dark with need.
Doreah made the first move, always the bold one. She pressed herself against Arren, hands roaming over his chest, her lips brushing against his ear. "You've fought so hard, Arren," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "Now, let us show you what you've *earned*."
Daenerys was watching, a smile on her lips, her eyes glowing with approval. "Take him," she commanded softly. "Make him *feel* it."
Missandei's hands were already untying his belt, her fingers sure, precise, while Irri knelt in front of him, yanking his pants down with no hesitation. His cock was already hard as steel, throbbing against the cool air of the room, but Irri wasted no time. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and licked the tip, her tongue flicking against the slit before she took him into her mouth.
"*Fuck*," Arren groaned, his hands gripping Irri's hair as she swallowed him down. She gagged a little, her throat tightening around him as she took him as deep as she could, the wet, sloppy sounds of her throat working his cock driving him fucking insane.
"*Glrk, glrk, glrk*," she gagged, her hands squeezing his balls, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock every time she pulled back before shoving him down her throat again.
Doreah pressed herself harder against him from behind, her hands snaking down his chest, her nails scratching lightly as she whispered filth in his ear. "You like her mouth on you, don't you?" she purred. "But that's not all you're gonna get tonight."
Missandei had stripped out of her clothes, her dark skin gleaming in the flickering light, her body a fucking masterpiece as she moved toward him. She cupped his face in her hands, pressing her lips to his in a deep, demanding kiss, while Irri kept sucking him off like her life depended on it.
The wet sounds of Irri's mouth working his cock, the feeling of Doreah's hands on him, Missandei's lips—he was drowning in it, and he fucking loved it.
"*Enough,*" Daenerys's voice cut through the haze, her tone low and commanding. She was already naked, standing by the bed with her legs spread, her hand between her thighs, fingers gliding through her wetness as she watched them. "Come here," she ordered. "Fuck me."
Arren barely had time to react before he was yanking Irri off his cock, ignoring the needy whimper that escaped her as he turned toward Daenerys. Her pussy was already slick and dripping, her fingers teasing her swollen clit as she watched him with that same smirk.
He grabbed her hips roughly, lining up his cock with her entrance, not bothering to go slow. He drove into her in one brutal thrust, burying himself deep inside her tight, wet cunt. "*Ahh—FUCK!*" Daenerys cried out, her nails digging into his arms as he stretched her open, her pussy squeezing him so tight it almost hurt.
"*Fuck, you're tight,*" he growled, pulling back before slamming into her again, hard and fast. Her wetness made a filthy, wet *smack* every time their bodies collided, the sound of his cock pounding into her echoing in the chamber.
"*Yes!*" Daenerys gasped, her legs wrapping around him, heels digging into his ass as she urged him deeper, harder. "*Harder!*"
He gave her what she wanted, driving into her with brutal, punishing thrusts, loving the way her body jerked beneath him, the way her pussy clenched around him, sucking him in deeper with every stroke. "You fucking love this, don't you?" he growled. "You love my cock stretching that tight little pussy."
"*YES!*" she screamed, her nails digging into his back, her body arching beneath him as he fucked her harder, deeper, the wet slap of his cock driving into her making her moan louder with each thrust. "*Fuck, Arren, I'm gonna come!*"
Her words sent a shock through him, his grip on her hips tightening as he fucked her even harder, his cock throbbing, ready to explode. "Come for me, Khaleesi," he snarled, his voice rough and demanding. "Come all over my fucking cock."
She came with a scream, her pussy clamping down around him like a vice, her juices soaking his cock as her whole body shook beneath him. Her screams echoed through the chamber, her eyes wild as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
That tight, wet heat was all it took to send him over the edge. He groaned, burying himself deep inside her, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his cum, shooting deep inside her while she milked every last drop from him.
"*Fuck,*" he groaned, collapsing on top of her, his chest heaving as he caught his breath, their bodies still connected, still fucking *soaked* with sweat, cum, and lust.
But the night wasn't over. Irri, Doreah, and Missandei were already on him again, hungry hands and eager mouths, their bodies ready to take him over and over again.
And Arren was more than fucking ready.
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