Queen Daenerys "Shipwreck" (Patreon)

The storm still raged as Queen Daenerys awoke, her lithe yet voluptuous body sprawled across the sand. Her sheer silk dress, once a regal crimson, now clung to her slick curves, leaving little to the imagination. The material was nearly transparent in the dim light, her puffy nipples clearly visible through the fabric.

"Mmm, where am I?" she mumbled groggily, sand stuck to her plump, silky thighs. Slowly, memories of the great storm flooded back. Her fleet, destroyed. Her dragons, missing. And now here she lay, a queen reduced to a scantily clad castaway on an unfamiliar shore. The Queen's mind raced as she assessed her precarious situation. With no army or resources, her chances of reclaiming the Iron Throne seemed slim.

She pushed herself up on her elbows, her heavy breasts jiggling obscenely. Salty droplets rolled down the valley of her cleavage. Glancing around, Daenerys spotted a group of dark-skinned locals lurking nearby, eyeing her hungrily. Their massive, engorged ebony cocks strained against their simple loincloths.

A surge of lust coursed through Daenerys' body. The dragons were gone, her army destroyed, but she still had her most powerful weapon - her irresistible slutty body. If she could win over these savages, they might aid her in conquering the Seven Kingdoms. Seduce them, use her holes to forge an alliance. It was the perfect plan.

Rising to her feet, Daenerys began to casually stretch, arching her back to thrust out her round ass. Her skimpy royal dress rode up, exposing the plump globes of her butt cheeks as she bent over slowly and sensuously. She glanced coyly over her shoulder, fluttering her lashes at her audience.

"Ooh, is someone there?" she cooed innocently, though the hungry expression in her eyes betrayed her true intentions. "I seem to be a bit...lost."

The men shifted and muttered amongst themselves, their lust only growing as the wanton queen continued her lewd display, secretly thrilled at the prospect of being ravished by these savages.