Taming a dragon

The library was still, save for the faint crackling of torches lining the stone walls, their glow stretching long shadows across shelves filled with ancient Valyrian texts and weathered scrolls. Daenerys Targaryen stepped through the archway, the gentle swish of her robes trailing behind her, boots tapping softly against the floor. Her silver-gold hair was braided tight, crowning her like the Queen she was—no crown of metal necessary. Her violet eyes, sharp as ever, swept over the empty expanse. Or nearly empty.

She stilled.

Revanth .

The boy leaned against a carved wooden table toward the back, casually flipping through a brittle manuscript as though he had any understanding of what lay within. His hair bore the same silver as hers—less luminous, though—and his face carried the shadow of someone who knew he belonged, even if he had no right. A bastard born from her father's brother's lust, another whisper of Targaryen blood staining the earth.

Daenerys tilted her head, lips curving faintly though her eyes held nothing warm. " I see the rats still creep into the Queen's halls ," she greeted, the mockery laced in her tone as light as silk.

Revanth didn't flinch, didn't straighten. His fingers kept thumbing the brittle parchment, though the corner of his mouth curled to mirror hers. " And I see the Queen still mistakes her kin for vermin ," he replied, voice smooth yet touched with insolence.

Daenerys stepped further in, fingers brushing the spines of books older than kingdoms. " Why are you here? " The words fell flat, not so much a question as a demand wrapped in disdain. She didn't look at him—he was not worth that just yet.

He closed the book with a gentle thud, arms crossing over his chest as he leaned back on the table. His silver hair caught the torchlight, but there was nothing regal in his face—just the stubborn defiance of boyhood, the kind that mistook pride for strength. Fourteen , and he thought himself a conqueror already.

" I've come to claim a dragon ," Revanth said simply, as though he were asking for a goblet of wine. His chin jutted forward, eyes bright with something between mischief and challenge. " If you can ride one, why shouldn't I? We share the same blood, do we not? Or is dragon-taming a talent only the Queen of Mereen can boast of? " His lips curled slightly, the taunt wrapped in a boy's bravado. " Perhaps they listen better to a woman's voice? "

Her head turned slowly, eyes locking onto his face for the first time. She stared, long enough that the silence stretched thick between them. Then, Daenerys laughed—a low, short burst, more insult than amusement.

" A dragon?" she echoed, lips pressing into a sharper line. " You think they come at a whistle if you speak soft enough? You believe the blood in your veins is all it takes? " Her eyes raked over him, the smirk curling deeper. " You wouldn't last a heartbeat before the flames stripped that pretty hair from your head, little hatchling. You'd burn, and the only voice they'd hear would be your screams ."

Revanth pushed off the table, standing straighter, chin lifting in defiance. " And yet your dragons scorch fields while you watch from stone halls. You clutch their chains but call it freedom ." His eyes gleamed, lips twitching into something resembling a sneer. " Perhaps they are not tamed… merely caged ."

Her hand twitched at her side, though Daenerys's face remained composed. " Careful " she warned, voice lower now. " You speak as if you understand power. You understand nothing ."

He stepped closer. " Power is not sitting atop a beast while men below whisper 'mother' through gritted teeth. Power is making them tremble without fire. Power is knowing that when you call, they kneel… without needing wings to scare them ." He leaned in, eyes sharp as steel. " Perhaps you need the dragons more than they need you ."

The tension cracked like a whip between them. Her hand twitched once more. Her eyes bore into his, the briefest flicker of something dangerous flashing behind them.

She stepped forward. " You speak like a man who has conquered kingdoms, yet I see only a boy whose voice cracks when he pretends to roar ," Daenerys said, her tone like steel wrapped in silk. " Tell me—do you think these halls are blind to you? That we do not see your little attempts to play lord in the yard, puffing your chest like a cockerel among soldiers twice your strength? You mistake your own reflection for power. You mistake your blood for worth ."

His jaw clenched, but he forced a smirk. " And you mistake your throne for a crown. A Queen who commands beasts… but cannot command loyalty without them ."

Her head lifted ever so slightly, the flicker in her eyes gone now—only ice remained. She stepped forward, boots striking the stone, narrowing the distance. " Say that again ," Daenerys said softly, but the threat sliced through each word.

Revanth's smirk faltered, but he held his ground—barely. " I said… perhaps it is not you they fear. Perhaps it is the shadow of wings above them that keeps your crown on your head ."

The fire within her chest flared, white-hot. Her eyes stayed on him, locked in place like a blade pressing to his throat.

Her boots struck the floor as she advanced. " You dare —" Her voice cut sharp, each step narrowing the gap. "— to stand beneath my roof, under the dragons I freed from chains —" She was moving faster now, closing the space. "— and call me a puppet beneath their wings? "

Revanth, for all his bravado, stepped back. The smirk crumbled into something uneasy as he tried to match her glare but found his feet shifting away—his pride faltering beneath her fury.

" You speak as if you've ever held power ," Daenerys continued, voice low but heated. " What have you ever ruled over? A handful of stable boys? Some camp followers who call you 'lord' between laughter? " Another step—he retreated further. " You think power is shouting louder than the rest. You think it's flinging a sword around like a child with a stick ."

He stepped back again—until his shoulders struck the shelves behind him. The wood creaked faintly. His chest rose with quicker breaths now. He tried to straighten up, but she was close—so close—her presence towering over him, despite his initial bravado.

Daenerys leaned in, her face inches from his. Her violet eyes locked onto his like daggers. Her lips parted slightly as she drew a breath, the faintest brush of warmth reaching his skin. " You are not ready to take in anything—let alone what it means to ride a dragon ," she whispered, each word like a blade slipping beneath skin.

His mouth opened, a weak attempt at defiance—" I— "

Before the sound fully formed, she moved.

Her hand shot to his shoulder, spinning him hard until his chest slammed into the shelves with a dull thud. Scrolls rattled. He let out a sharp breath, more surprise than pain, but his hands gripped the wood for balance. Daenerys pressed forward, her front flush against his back, one hand against his shoulder, holding him in place.

Her breath was hot against his ear as she leaned in, voice dropping to a venomous whisper. " You are weak. You stand before me in my house, with my name—yet you are nothing but a bastard who will never know what it means to command ."

He shifted under her grip, squirming, but there was no real strength in it—only the last flickers of arrogance being smothered. " I… I could —" His voice cracked, the false confidence buckling.

She pressed harder, forcing his chest against the shelf. Her lips brushed close to his ear this time, steady and sure, each word carved from fire and blood. " You speak of taming dragons… but you could not withstand one inside you. I will split you open and bury a dragon in you—let's see if you break, or prove yourself worthy to bear it ."

Revanth twisted against the shelves, breath ragged as Daenerys's fingers worked the ties of his trousers. " My Queen—please —" His voice cracked, a strained whisper, thick with unease, his limbs stiffening as the leather loosened and slid down his thighs. His ass was bared to the cold stone air, skin prickling as he squirmed in place, but her grip held fast, pinning him there like prey caught beneath talons.

Daenerys leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, breath warm and steady as her words slid through his skin. " Begging already? 'My Queen,' is it? " she breathed, her tone edged with scorn, her teeth baring slightly against his ear. " Where was that title when you opened your mouth in front of me, blood of the lesser? " Fabric whispered as she lifted her gown, hips shifting. Her cock pressed between his asscheeks, thick and heavy, dragging over the cleft. The tip lingered, nudging his asshole, the flesh twitching as his thighs trembled beneath her.

She thrust forward without pause. The head forced through the tight ring, stretching him open with a searing ache that tore a hoarse gasp from his throat. His fingers clawed against the shelf, knuckles blanched, as his asshole clamped around the invading girth. Her cock slid deeper, inch by inch, driving through his resistance, the burn carving up his spine. His ass strained, fighting against the size splitting him apart. His mouth parted, breath stuttering. " Ah—my Queen—please —" The words tumbled out broken, laced with a sharp groan as her length drove further into his asshole, the pressure mounting until his eyes blurred with it.

Daenerys's teeth pressed into her lower lip as her cock sank to the root, balls slapping against his thighs with a faint smack. His ass squeezed around her, the stretched ring quivering around the base of her shaft, clenching tight as if to push her out, but she only drove deeper, holding him flush against the wood. He grunted, face pressed to the shelf, his hole gripping around the full length seated inside him, the strain pulsing through his body like fire. Her breath dragged heavier through her nose, chest pressing against his back, her shaft pulsing within the tight heat.

She drew back, the slick drag of her cock scraping his asshole raw as his ass resisted every inch of the retreat. Then she drove forward again, splitting him open anew, the burn sharper, his hole stretched wider than before. His breath hitched into a strangled cry as his ass struggled to adjust, every thrust dragging over the raw ring, prying him further apart. " Ah—nnnh—gods —" His voice shook, his body locked between the pressure of her cock and the hardness of the shelves, his asshole forced to take her again and again as she buried her shaft to the base with each thrust.

Daenerys's hips snapped forward, the slap of her balls against his thighs ringing out over the sounds of his broken grunts. His ass clenched around her cock, but it was a losing fight—his hole sucked her in with every stroke, the resistance crumbling under the relentless stretch. The heat from his asshole clung to her shaft, the friction coaxing a low grunt from her throat. Her hand coiled into the back of his hair, jerking his head back slightly as she drove deeper, her length throbbing inside his ass. " Take the dragon ," she muttered, voice tight, lips brushing close to his ear again, her breath ragged, teeth catching his earlobe as her cock throbbed deeper, his body barely holding her.

Her thrusts quickened, the wet slide of her cock into his asshole growing rougher, each stroke carving further into the stretched ring. His ass spasmed around her shaft, every push jarring his hips against the wood as his breath hitched into pained gasps. " Ah—ah—Queen —" His words cracked into strained sounds, his body trembling beneath her as his ass clutched at her cock, fighting and failing to withstand the size forcing through him. Her balls slapped harder against his thighs, his hole stretched wide around her, the ache searing through every thrust as his body buckled beneath the strain. Daenerys bit down on her lip, her cock pulsing deep in his asshole, hips slamming forward with each snap, until her balls ground tight against his skin, holding him open to her.

Daenerys wrenched his head back by his hair, his breath choking out as her cock drove into his asshole with sharp, steady thrusts. His ass stretched around her shaft, the tight ring straining with every push, but she gave him nothing but more—her hips snapped forward, balls smacking against his thighs, each wet slap louder than the last. His breath broke into short, ragged bursts, his fingers clawing at the shelf like they might hold him together, but his asshole clenched helplessly around her cock. Her tongue flicked over her lips, breath hot against his ear as her grip held him firm, cock throbbing as she buried herself deeper into his ass, filling him as though his body was made for this.

She shifted her stance, planting her boots wider, hand tightening over his hip as she angled her cock upward, forcing his asscheeks apart with every stroke. Her shaft drove into him harder, deeper, dragging a hoarse groan from his throat as his ass struggled to hold her. His hole gripped around her like it might snap shut, but Daenerys felt him open all the same—her cock claiming him inch by inch. Her hips quickened, slamming into him, balls swinging against his ass, the wet slide growing slicker with every thrust. His breathing turned rough, edged with pain, but Daenerys pressed closer, her lips brushing his ear, tongue grazing the curve. " Did you think you could call for dragons and walk away untouched? " she breathed, the words slipping over his skin like heat from fire. " Now you know what it means to carry their weight ."

Her cock throbbed within his asshole, dragging against his stretched hole as she fucked him faster, the tight grip pulling at her length every time she pushed back in. Her hand slid up his chest, palm pressing to his ribs as she drew him against her with each thrust, his ass bouncing against her hips, his thighs quivering beneath her. His asshole fought to hold her out, but she pushed through it, every stroke prying him apart until his body shook from the strain. His breath hitched into broken sounds, his ass clenching tight around her cock, but the squeeze only made her jaw tighten, hips driving harder. Her balls slapped into his asscheeks, skin damp from sweat and the slick mess his body had become under her.

She drove into him harder, shaft buried to the hilt, his asshole stretched wide, holding her thick cock as if his body had given up fighting. His breath broke into a low, shaking gasp, his cock jerking beneath him as his body seized—seed spilling over his thighs in thick spurts, his ass quivering around her as he came. The tight squeeze around her cock pulled her over the edge—Daenerys hissed through her teeth, her grip locking hard on his waist as her cock pulsed deep inside his asshole. Her balls drew tight against his skin as her seed shot into him, warmth flooding his ass as her length throbbed with each release. She held him still, buried deep as his hole squeezed around her, milking every drop from her cock until the last pulse drained from her, breath heaving softly over his neck.

Daenerys slowed, her hips rolling with the faintest drag, her cock sliding in the mess she'd left inside him as his ass fluttered weakly around her. Revanth hung limp against the shelf, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps, his body broken beneath her. Her lips brushed his ear, breath warm as she let out a low chuckle, the sound carrying something almost sweet. " You wanted dragons, didn't you? " she whispered, voice smooth, dragging over each word. " And here you are… unable to handle my cock. What hope do you have of mounting a beast with wings? " Her fingers slid up his chest, curling around his throat, holding him with just enough weight to remind him he was still hers. 

" But I am not cruel. I will train you… every day… until your ass can take this cock without spilling your seed like a boy ." Her mouth pressed to his ear, lips brushing soft as her tongue swept lightly along the shell before she drew back. The soft pad of footsteps echoed in the corridor— light, knowing, familiar . Daenerys didn't need to look. " Missandei ," Daenerys called, her voice low but cutting through the stillness like a blade, her cock still resting thick inside his ass, the heat of him clinging to her length. " Have him taken to the dungeons. He will stay there… until I've made him strong enough to ride ."