The Sun and His Dragon Queen (CH 1) (Patreon)

A/N: This story is rated M for mature content not suitable for children.

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Chapter 1: Dragon Queen's Ninja

Essos, Meereen

The air in the plaza of Meereen was a suffocating blanket of heat and injustice. Even the shadow of the Great Pyramid couldn’t offer true relief, only a faint, false promise. Daenerys Targaryen stood on its sun-baked terrace, a figure of silver and cream silk, trying to rule a city she had freed but did not yet understand. Her eyes, the color of amethyst, scanned the restless, volatile crowd below—the freedmen who cheered her and the noble masters who plotted her downfall.

She felt the familiar, crushing weight of her crown, the isolated burden of a queen. Jorah Mormont was banished, Barristan Selmy was a loyal, aged shadow, and her own dragons were now a source of terror, not comfort, locked beneath the pyramid like terrible secrets. She was alone, surrounded by strangers who wanted a piece of her power, or her heart, or her body.

Then, there was him.

He wasn't a noble. He wasn't a Unsullied or a Second Son. He was simply... there. He had appeared one sweltering morning, emerging from the eastern desert with the sun on his back, dressed in worn, travel-stained canvas and boots. He was tall, but not a giant. Broad-shouldered, but not cumbersome. His hair was a wild, startling shade of sun-bleached gold, and his eyes—a vibrant, crystalline blue—were utterly unreadable. They carried a depth that suggested ancient rivers and forgotten wars, yet they held no malice, only an unnerving, absolute focus.

The small, carved wooden sword he carried, worn and sanded smooth, was a curiosity. It was no weapon of war, yet the way he held it, the way his muscles moved beneath the cloth, spoke of a dangerous, coiled potential. He never spoke much, offering only terse, perceptive counsel when she asked.

His name, he’d said with a small, crooked, disarming smile that vanished as quickly as it came, was Naruto.

“The heat is a thief, Your Grace,” Naruto observed, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that cut through the humid stillness. He stood a respectful few paces behind her, a self-appointed, silent sentinel, always watching, always ready. “It steals resolve, and it steals patience. The Masters know this. They will test your patience with small cuts, not one great wound.”

Daenerys turned, the silver bells in her hair jingling softly. “And what do you suggest, Naruto? That I meet their plots with more fire? My reign here is a struggle for righting wrongs, not a slaughter.”

Naruto tilted his head, his blue eyes catching the sunlight like chips of glass. “A Queen must be feared by her enemies and to her friends and allies, she must be an absolute symbol. You are not just a ruler, Your Grace. You are hope. You are fire. They follow you because you promise them something worth dying for. Do not forget what that something is.”

Naruto took a slow step closer, the small, wooden blade tucked loosely into his belt. “The Masters are not afraid of your laws. They are afraid of your dragons. And they are most afraid of what you represent: change.”

His gaze held hers, direct and uncompromising. No one in her court looked at her this way—not with deference, nor with lust, nor with fear, but with an intelligent, almost startling recognition. It was the look of one soldier to another.

“You speak of Dragons and change, yet you carry a child’s toy,” Daenerys said, deflecting with a small, brittle laugh.

A genuine smile touched Naruto’s lips this time, a flash of pure sunlight that made her breath hitch. “It’s a charm, Your Grace. It reminds me of where I’ve been and what I’ve lost. But if it’s a blade you require, I assure you, my hands are plenty sharp.”

A shiver, not entirely unwelcome, traced its way down her spine. The air was suddenly thick with an unspoken promise of violence and protection.

They were both aware that the masters would eventually take action, but neither could predict how it would affect their bond with each other.

Fast Forward

The attack came not from the Masters, but from a sudden, brutal street riot engineered to expose the weakness of her command. It happened during a public spectacle—the execution of a former Master who had murdered a freedman. The Sons of the Harpy, cloaked and masked in gold, burst from the crowd, knives flashing, targeting the Unsullied guards with swift, brutal precision.

Daenerys was surrounded immediately, pulled away from the chaos by her remaining loyalists. The Unsullied were disciplined, but they were slow to react to the scattered, sudden aggression of the assassins.

Naruto was not.

He hadn't been standing with her. He'd been watching the edges of the crowd, his back to a wall, utterly relaxed. When the first blade flashed, he didn't draw a sword—he simply moved.

It wasn't running. It wasn’t a charge. It was a blur of motion, a sudden displacement of air. He intercepted the lead Harpy assassin aiming for Grey Worm’s blind spot, not with a weapon, but with a stiff, open-handed chop to the man’s throat. The sound was a wet, sickening thud. The assassin dropped, clutching his neck, his mask scraping against the dusty stones.

Naruto didn’t stop. He was a whirlwind of precision, fighting in a style no one in Essos had ever seen. He used hands, feet, and elbows with the brutal efficiency of a perfectly honed machine. He didn't waste movement on grand flourishes or defensive blocks; every strike was an attack, aimed at the body’s weaknesses: the joints, the temples, the solar plexus.

Three more Harpies descended on him. One tried to slash his chest; Naruto simply leaned back, letting the blade whisper past his tunic, then spun, bringing his heel down onto the man’s knee with an audible crack. The assassin screamed, collapsing in a heap.

Naruto caught the wrist of the second Harpy, twisting it with sudden, shocking force. A bone snapped like dry kindling, and the knife clattered to the ground. Naruto didn't bother to finish him; he simply threw the disarmed man into the path of the third, who stumbled.

“Your Grace! Get back!” Grey Worm yelled, finally rallying his forces, but Naruto was already securing the perimeter around Daenerys.

He faced the remaining Harpies alone for a terrifying, heart-stopping moment. His face was a mask of cold fury, his eyes burning with an intense, predatory light. He clapped his hands together—a strange, sharp sound—and then, in a blink, the air around him seemed to thicken.

“Kage Bunshin no Jutsu,” Naruto murmured, the words alien to this era but the weight behind them were unmistakable.

Suddenly, there wasn't one Naruto. There were three to everyone's shock and awe.

The two new figures, identical to the original, didn't hesitate. They sprinted forward with impossible speed, diving into the melee. They weren't fighting like men; they were fighting like a cohesive unit, a well-oiled machine of death. They disarmed, they incapacitated, they moved with an utter lack of self-preservation that was terrifying to behold.

The actual fight lasted perhaps thirty seconds, though it felt like an eternity. When it was over, twenty Harpies lay broken, scattered around the base of the platform. The two shadow copies vanished in a faint poof of smoke, leaving only the original Naruto standing over the crumpled forms. He was breathing heavily, a fine sheen of sweat on his brow, but otherwise, he was unmarked.

Naruto walked back toward Daenerys, his boots scuffing the dusty stone. He didn't look at the carnage. He only looked at her.

The fear that had gripped her had been replaced by a wild, exhilarating surge of awe and curiosity. This man before her was not a shield; he was a storm.

“They are broken, Your Grace,” he reported, his voice steady. “You are unharmed.”

He wasn’t asking for thanks or praise. He was simply stating a fact.

“What… what was that? Was it magic?” Daenerys whispered, her hand instinctively touching the silver bells of her hair. “Those copies? Where did they go?”

Naruto gave her that rare, genuine smile again, the one that melted the coldness from his face. “A trick from a faraway land it learnt a long time ago, Your Grace. They were only shadows. But the fear they put in the enemy is quite real.”

Daenerys had additional questions for the man she had previously viewed as nothing more than a wanderer. Yet, she now realized he was much more significant. However, she needed to pacify her people and address the actions of those who had threatened her.

Fast Forward

Following the failed assassination attempt and the subsequent execution of several conspirators—some were nailed to posts while others were dismembered—there was no doubt about the drastic shift in Daenerys’s court. Naruto quickly rose from being a mere wanderer to her most trusted advisor and protector. He turned down all titles except for “Guard” and rejected any form of payment, choosing instead to accept only a straightforward vow of loyalty, one that was different from any other Daenerys had ever heard of as he promised not to betray her as long as she didn't betray him.

The people of Meereen, both freedman and master, were in awe of the ‘Golden-Haired Devil,’ the man who fought with shadows and moved like the wind. He brought a sense of security that even all the Unsullied marching in unison could not.

However, within the serene isolation of the pyramid, their bond started to evolve, growing more... personal.

Daenerys began to seek out his counsel not just on strategy, but on everything. She found herself drawn to the clean, honest light in his eyes. He never lied to her. He never flattered her. He spoke of the common man with an understanding that only one who had truly suffered could possess.

One evening, as the twin moons hung high over the Great Pyramid, casting long, dark shadows across the terrace, Daenerys found Naruto staring out over the city.

“You never tell me about your homeland, Naruto,” she said softly, approaching him. She was wearing a simple, dark tunic and trousers, far from the silks of court.

Naruto didn't turn. “It is gone, Your Grace. And it is not gone. It is a place of trees that cover the land further than you can see and soaring mountains, a place of magic, but a magic different from yours. Where men threw fire with their hands and walked on the wind.”

Naruto hesitated to tell Daenerys that his home could be in another dimension, as he never considered Essos his home after being reborn there. After his death, he found himself in Essos, where his new family consisted of a prostitute who might have had Targaryen lineage, suggested by her striking silver-blonde hair and purple eyes. Unfortunately, she passed away when he was still young, likely due to a sexually transmitted illness. Despite her profession, she treated him kindly and even saved up to buy him the wooden sword he still carries. She had always wished for him to grow strong enough to protect himself and pursue his own happiness.

Naruto snapped back to reality as Daenerys kept talking.

"What led you to this place? To Essos? To find me?" Daenerys inquired, her curiosity piqued by Naruto. She was eager to understand his intentions. Typically, men who approached her did so for her dragons, to eliminate her, or to use her for their own gain, but she sensed that Naruto had different aims.

He finally turned, his profile framed by the moonlight. His face was serious, open, and hauntingly sad.

“I was lost. I had won a great war. I had everything I ever wanted. And then… I was alone again. I am a man without a purpose, just a ghost really,” Naruto replied vaguely. He knew that he might be able to trust Daenerys with his secrets, but he was not ready to reveal everything just yet.

The reincarnated Uzumaki took a step toward her, his close proximity to her instantly warming the cool night air. “I saw you, Daenerys. I saw a queen who was being crushed by the weight of her own destiny. You are fire and blood, yes. But you are also fiercely, stubbornly good. You seek justice, even when it costs you. That is a rare thing in any world. I swore an oath to my former self, to my history: I would never let another good person—especially one I come to care for—shoulder such a burden alone.”

His hand reached out, halting inches from her face, as if he needed permission to touch her. “I did not come to Essos for a throne, Your Grace. I came here for a Queen who needed a shield.”

Daenerys felt her carefully constructed walls around her heart crumble; she had built those walls after her husband and child died to protect herself from the betrayals. At this moment, she was not the Mother of Dragons, not the Breaker of Chains. She was just a woman, alone and afraid. And this man, this devastatingly honest man, saw it all and didn't flinch.

“And if I want more than a shield, Naruto?” she whispered, the challenge barely audible.

His eyes flared with a sudden, devastating intensity that made the silver of her hair feel like dull copper. The air crackled with a latent, impossible tension. He finally closed the distance, his fingers tracing the sharp, perfect line of her jaw.

“I am a warrior, Your Grace,” Naruto said, his voice dropping to a seductive, dangerous bass. “And I do not waste a single advantage.”

He didn't ask again. He took.

Naruto's mouth came down on hers with a primal, uncompromising authority that stripped away every layer of her royalty. It was a kiss that was a declaration of war and a surrender all at once. He tasted of the sun, of dry desert air, and of something uniquely, profoundly male. It was not the clumsy, eager lust of a noble, nor the political calculation of a suitor. It was the absolute, focused desire of a warrior who knew exactly what he wanted and how to seize it.

Daenerys gasped into the kiss, her hands flying up to grip the fabric of his tunic, pulling him tighter, closer, fusing their bodies together. All the years of isolation, the pressure of the throne, the terror of her enemies—it all dissolved into this single, stunning sensation.

Naruto was a comfort and a danger. He was the anchor she desperately needed and the tempest that threatened to tear her entire world apart, opening up emotions that she swore to herself she would never feel again.

He broke the kiss only to murmur against her lips, his breath hot and ragged. “You are the Dragon Queen. Let me show you what it feels like to burn.”

Lemon Scene Ahead

Naruto lifted her effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He didn’t fumble or hesitate. His movements were precise, deliberate, and devastatingly effective. He carried her from the terrace, past the silent, deserted corridors of the pyramid, straight toward her private chambers.

The door closed with a soft, final click, shutting out the vast, demanding world of Essos. Inside, there was only the flickering, intimate light of a few oil lamps, the heavy, rich scent of exotic spices, and the consuming, raw hunger between them.

He set her down by the edge of her enormous, silken bed, his hands never leaving her waist, his thumbs rubbing small, electric circles into her hips. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with an unmasked, consuming intent.

“Your robes, Your Grace,” he whispered, his voice thick and low. “They are beautiful, but they hide an even more delicious sight I have always wanted to see underneath.”

Daenerys’s own hands, usually so steady holding the reins of power, were trembling. She felt a heat in her core that was more potent than any political fire. She was stripped bare, not by his actions, but by the sheer, terrifying honesty of his gaze.

She reached for the clasp of her tunic, her movements slow, deliberate, a private ceremony of relinquishment. The silver-white silk slipped from her shoulders and pooled around her ankles. She stood before him in a simple, thin small clothes (underwear), the lamplight catching the pale, ethereal curve of her body.

He didn't move. He simply stared, taking her in, and the look in his eyes was the most potent aphrodisiac she had ever known. It was pure, masculine appreciation, unclouded by fear or feigned reverence.

Then, his control snapped.

He reached for her, his large, rough hands sweeping away the remaining barrier of the linen. He trailed a line of scorching heat down her throat, over the slope of her collarbone, until his palm rested over her breast. His thumb brushed the hardened peak through the delicate fabric.

A small, surprised gasp escaped her. “Naruto,” her body trembling with anticipation.

“I know your history,” he murmured, his face inches from hers. “I know of the brutality of your brother, the coldness of your marriage. I know you have been taken, but you have never been seen.”

Naruto lowered his head, not to kiss her mouth, but to plant a trail of searing, open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder and down her chest, his teeth occasionally catching the tender skin.

“You are not a political pawn,” he growled, the words fierce and possessive. “You are the Dragon Queen. And you have a man who will see you burn.”

His hands found the hidden clasp of her trousers. The linen was discarded, joining the silks on the floor.

Naruto didn’t rush. He was a master of strategy, and his lovemaking was no different. He devoted himself to her pleasure with the focused, absolute dedication of a warrior on a mission.

He started slowly, descending down her body, trailing his lips and skilled fingers, touching every inch of Daenerys' delicate flesh. He mapped the soft, delicate curves of her smooth inner thigh with his fingertips, tracing the path toward the moist, aching core of her slit. He was teasing, relentless, building a pressure inside her that threatened to shatter her composure. He would bring her close to her peak, then pull back before he touched her core.

When his mouth finally descended upon her twat, Daenerys cried out, a sound that was half shock, half ecstasy. The sensation was overwhelming, unlike anything she had ever known. He was thorough, demanding, and utterly devoted to bringing her to the brink.

His lips and tongue devoured every inch of her pussy; it was covered in dark hair, but Naruto didn't seem to mind. Daenerys's head was thrown back and her back arched as she let out wails of pleasure each time her new lover's tongue whirled in her hole or when his lips clamped down around her clit.

Daenerys grabbed his golden hair, her back arching, her hips rising instinctively to meet his ministrations. She was no longer a queen. She was a woman, lost in the immediate, devastating pleasure of the moment. The light touch of his tongue, the gentle suction, the sudden, sharp pressure—it all combined into a relentless wave of sensation.

She came hard making a loud shuddering moan, the spasms wracking her body, leaving her weak and breathless.

He pulled back, a triumphant, almost predatory smile curving his lips. He was breathing heavily, his blue eyes glazed with a mixture of desire and satisfaction.

Naruto then pulled off his own clothes, his motions swift. He was a perfect specimen of masculine power: broad chest, flat stomach, and a scar that ran like a silver thread from his hip to his ribs, a testament to the wars he’d only vaguely alluded to. And the stunning, undeniable reality of his arousal, hard and thick, promised to mold Daenerys inside to match its shape.

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her trembling legs, his hard rod pressed against the entrance to her wet wall firmly but not penetrating her. He cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“I give my loyalty to you, Daenerys Targaryen,” he said, his voice a gravelly promise. “I will be your shield. Your weapon. And now, I am yours, without condition.”

He thrust forward, a single, deep, powerful plunge that drove the air from her lungs and stretched her cunt more than she ever had before.

Daenerys gasped, trying to adjust to the sudden, incredible fullness. He was large, but somehow it was a perfect fit, a coupling that felt predestined. He was not just in her; he was filling a vast, aching emptiness that she hadn't even known existed more than her deceased husband or any lover she had ever taken.

Naruto started a slow, rhythmic, grinding pace, his hips rotating with a power that spoke of endless stamina and control. He watched her face, searching for any sign of discomfort, but finding only unadulterated pleasure.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly, his hips pausing. “I want you to remember this. Remember what it feels like to have a man whose strength is only for you.”

He began to move again, faster this time, driving toward the same deep, thrilling pressure point he had so expertly targeted before. The bed creaked under the relentless, powerful rhythm.

Daenerys cried out again, a long, primal sound of release, her fingernails digging into the hard muscle of his back. The second climax was deeper, more profound, tying the physical act to the emotional storm that had been brewing since the moment he arrived.

Naruto didn't withdraw. He kissed her fiercely, his tongue demanding and deep, matching the rhythm of his hips. He held her close, burying his face in the curve of her neck, his body finally shuddering with his own release, a series of powerful, guttural thrusts that left him panting and slick with sweat.

"Shit, that feels so good," Naruto said as he came deep inside Daenerys, her walls clenched around his pistoning rod, trying to get all his seed from him.

Daenerys, exhausted and drenched in sweat, let out a faint moan as she felt Naruto's warmth fill her. A wave of sorrow washed over her as she recalled her curse of infertility. She realized she needed to tell Naruto about her inability to have children before he committed to her, but the fear of jeopardizing their blossoming relationship kept her silent.

Daenerys came out of her self-pity when Naruto planted a passionate kiss on her full, soft lips. "That was a good breather; now it is time for round two," he said. The Targaryen woman was deeply aware that his cock didn't soften at all within her. Soon, Naruto was thrusting his shaft in and out of her once more, but this time with her on her hands and knees.

Lemon Scene End

They lay entangled, skin to skin, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. The distance between Queen and Guard had evaporated. They were simply two people, bonded by a shared, a new explosive relationship.

Daenerys traced the silver scar on his hip. “You said you were a warrior and a strategist; was this part of your plan, too?” she asked, a small, genuine smile playing on her lips.

Naruto kissed the top of her head. “Every decision I make is a strategy, Your Grace. The Masters fear your loneliness. They assume a woman without a partner is a woman without a unified direction. They assume you will seek a noble, a man with armies and ships, which will divide your support.”

He shifted, rising up on an elbow to look at her, his eyes serious and intent.

“My presence changes the game. I am nothing. No banner. No house. No army. I am just yours. I am an unambiguous declaration of power. They cannot negotiate with me. They cannot bribe me. I am a ghost with the power of a thousand men, and I exist only to see your enemies burn.”

He brushed a strand of silver hair from her face. “My strategy is simple: absolute loyalty generates absolute power. Marry a noble, and you halve your kingdom. Take me, and you double your strength. I am your shield in battle, and I am the comfort that ensures you are never too tired to rule.”

Daenerys stared at him, her heart swelling with a fierce, possessive love she hadn’t thought herself capable of anymore. He wasn't asking for a throne. He was offering her the one thing she desperately needed: a clean, pure source of strength, free of political entanglement.

“Then let the Masters tremble,” Daenerys said, her voice regaining its queenly strength, but infused now with a new, thrilling confidence. “You are not a ghost; you are my Sun. You are the fire I needed to burn away the old world. You are mine.”

Naruto smiled, a genuine, blinding smile of pure commitment and affection. He bent down and kissed her with a deep, hungry passion then broke it looking directly in her beautiful eyes.

"Always, my beloved." Naruto declared firmly. "You are my dragon queen, the one I vow to safeguard with my life and eliminate all who threaten you."

The Dragon Queen had found her protector, her lover, and her most potent weapon. The game of thrones in Essos was about to change. With the Sun at her side, the Mother of Dragons was ready to unleash the fire.

Chapter End

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