Emilia Clarke was sweating, and with good reason. Her debut porn scene was about half an hour from dropping. She had waited for this moment for a long time. Years in her fantasies, but just a couple of weeks since she shot it. Both had felt like forever and no time at all. She was clad in a comfortable grey tracksuit, casual wear for home. She had kept the heating on in her apartment all evening which would have been fine for a lazy night on the couch waiting for the drop, but instead she was on her knees forcing inch after inch of Lucas Frost's cock down her throat. Her chin nestled into his balls as she took everything he had to offer, desperately holding her breath and trying to last the 30 second target she had been set. This wasn't a hookup, it was practice.



The final member of her watch party was Carl Johnson, head of creative at a high end porn site. He was watching the entire scene unfold, laughing to himself as she struggled. Emilia had been a little self-conscious about her deepthroat game, and how she would look sucking cock in general. She decided she was already comfortable enough with the two of them that she could show them what she was working with, and that led to a 20 minute blowjob party. She showed Carl a variety of techniques and he judged her honestly, and the feedback was mostly good. It was pretty clear though that she had a lot of work to do when it came to suppressing her gag reflex and breathing through her nose.



She slid back off of Lucas' cock before letting her bum rest on her heels. A bead of sweat was running down her cheek, and some loose hairs at the front of her hairline had come loose from her headband. "I just feel like I've never sucked a big cock before in my life." She drooled, catching some loose spit on her finger as it ran down her chin.



"You're doing fine. You looked amazing with pretty much everything, and so what if you can't go balls deep for that long. It's never in the script that you need to do it for a set amount of time." Carl had really enjoyed her company in recent weeks, and they were each finding the other to be an effective collaboration partner. "Lucas' isn't the biggest cock you'll suck but you can work on getting better at it if you want, and there's no rush."



"Thanks dude." Lucas was feigning sadness, still playing with his dick to ensure he stayed hard. He had gotten used to Emilia stopping at random intervals to discuss her performance with Carl.



"I just want everything to look as good as it can look." she moaned again, unzipping her tracksuit jacket and letting it fall onto the ground behind her. Her nipples were hard and pointing through her vest top, but she hardly cared to notice.



"It looks great. Shit, Em, it was hot!" Carl was happy, and also slightly obligated, to ensure she was in the best spirits imaginable. "Did you want to look pretty doing it? Did you want to look sexy?"



"Both?" she shrugged.



"That's exactly how you looked. It was fucking hot."



"It feels amazing too." Lucas said, but he was quickly shut down.



"There are no doubts about my ability." She lifted herself up and onto her feet, knees cracking as she did so.



"Are we done?" Carl asked.



"For now. I need a drink and want to cool off before it drops."



"That's a blue ball." Lucas was somewhat used to it in his line of work. There were always delays and problems and aching balls. He began to pull his boxers up, and his jeans followed.



"We're having sex tomorrow, get over it." Emilia giggled, before taking any final requests from the boys before heading into her kitchen. She was playing hostess well, serving food earlier and drinks now. She didn't want to be alone when it dropped, and had jumped at the chance to have a watch party of sorts, as unusual as it may be to watch herself have sex for the first time. It was wine for her and Carl, and a can of cider for Lucas.



She was nervous about the drop, of course she was, but more than anything she was ready. Watching it would be as surreal as shooting it and the feedback and fan reaction that followed would stress her out to the moon and back, but again she knew she was ready. You can't want something for so long and then not enjoy it. She had every intention of enjoying herself for almost every step of this adventure, and that started with her third glass of wine of the night.



"Is your middle name really Euphemia?" Lucas said as she returned, and she couldn't help but laugh.



"Have you been stalking me?" She passed out the drinks and took her spot back on her couch, crossing her legs and resting her glass on one knee.



"I googled you." He had initiated the conversation, but now seemed embarrassed about admitting it.



"Yeah, I have three middle names which is way too many but I only chose one of them." she muttered, before elaborating. "And I definitely didn't choose that one!"



"It's crazy that you're doing porn." Lucas continued on, and this was now surely the most they had ever spoken. Most of the time he seemed happy to leave her and Carl to go on and on, but they were putting together a momentary back and forth here that would go down in history. Even with the limited off camera interaction, she felt happy to include him in her watch party. He was the penis involved, after all.



"Don't scare her off." Carl said.



"That's not possible." she quickly assured them both. "This is my industry now."



Emilia was playing a little, but there was truth behind her words. She had big plans for porn and what it would become for her. She was quickly learning that Carl didn't give her ego complete leeway though. "Your industry? You can barely suck a dick."



Her guests laughed in unison, and she scowled her way into a smile. "Make the most of it while you have it. I'm not signing another contract with your company after these next two shoots."



"Oh, that hurts." Carl replied. He was on his feet and fumbling with some wires now, trying his best to connect his laptop to Emilia's TV. Soon they would be watching the show on the big screen, and Emilia wasn't convinced there wouldn't be tears.



"Who else are you going to shoot with?" Lucas asked. He was like a journalist at times, asking her questions. If any of her answers made it into mainstream media, she would find it very easy to find the leak.



"As of right now I don't technically know who, but I want to try it all." As was often the case, she was so sure of herself when it came to porn. So much more than when it came to her usual acting. "My manager will already be talking to load of companies, and I'll shoot a scene with everyone probably."



"Do you think Samantha is ready for the release? Settled at home with a glass of wine like you?" Carl was entertaining himself. He had seen Sam in full flow in the meeting a couple of weeks earlier and knew the answer.



"She'll work right through it or be wrapped up in bed before it releases." Emilia chuckled. "She won't want to watch any of it. I'd bet right now she never catches a second for as long as I'm doing it."



"She's pretty fun, I must say." Carl meant every word of it, even if she had annoyed him at times.



"She's stuck by me when others didn't. I love her."



"Not long now." Carl said, finding himself comfortable on the couch again to the right hand side of Emilia. He was preparing a streaming link to watch the scene as soon as it dropped. The countdown was into single figures now.



"I can't believe it's finally happening." Emilia was effectively talking out loud to herself. She just wanted to revel in her happiness.



"What made you want to do it?" For everything they had discussed in recent weeks from future scripts and ideas to fantasies and her future, Carl had never once posed this question. She had been trying to word her answer the right way for years, but in truth there was so much to it that it would take her hours to get it all out.



"I just love it. I always have. There are so many defining moments that led me to this, so many small details that all added up to it happening." She was talking freely, which is how it seemed easiest to explain her love for porn. She had worried she would do so many interviews about this that would seem stilted or the questions would trap her into saying the wrong thing that she had come to the decision to just speak from her heart. No scripting, no planning. "I could pick one moment out of a hundred that made me commit to doing it."



"Give us one then." Carl asked, interested to hear a little more. He hoped to hear them all eventually.



"During season one of Game of Thrones, a fan came up to me in the street. He was one of the first people who had ever recognized me. He told me he had a crush on me, it was said in a jokey way and we laughed about it but it stuck with me. It turned me on basically. I won't go as far as saying I wanted to fuck him from that one statement alone, but I loved that he was into me. I seriously mean it when I said I could give you a hundred reasons."



"I look forward to hearing the other 99." Carl said.



"You should do a fuck a fan contest." Lucas followed on quickly. Every idea Emilia had heard from someone in her team or in porn in recent months was already swimming around in her head. They had no idea what she had planned.



"I'm going to do that. I'm being serious when I say I want to do everything. Except for maybe some weird shit." She was so confident in everything she said when it came to this. As far as she was concerned, there was very little that could stop her.



"We're going live." Carl said, clicking on the banner at the top of the webpage. The video player filled the screen as he put it into full screen mode, and the opening credits began.



EMILIA CLARKE, "THE MOTHER OF DRAGONS"



"I'm still getting typecast as Dany in porn, fucking hell." Emilia groaned, but she could see the funny side of it.



"That was not in my script by the way. That's probably a business decision." Carl simply had to save himself from her thinking that was his call.



Then she could see herself. It may have been a couple of weeks but she could still feel the cold of the desk in front of her, the slight shaking in her hand as she pretended to mark coursework. It felt like it was happening for real all over again.



"I look cute." she joked, a little relieved to finally see how it all looked through the eyes of the camera. Lucas had entered now and was putting the moves on her, her full body coming into camera shot. "I look hot!"



"That's what I was going to say." Carl concurred. "That skirt is great and the costume looks amazing on you. Imagine how many people are thinking the same thing right now."



"Don't say that. I'll cry." Emilia replied. The occasional silences in the room were often broken by her as she couldn't bear to watch in silence. She watched as her knickers were removed and the two of them kissed, her shirt being unbuttoned and her skirt lifted. The camera found her pussy, and she had no choice but to cringe a little. "Oh my God, it's so weird seeing it like that!"



"Don't lose confidence on me now." Carl was cross legged and so casual. This was very much the norm for him, seeing porn from this angle.



"You look good. I look awkward as always." Lucas on the other hand very rarely watched his own stuff.



"That's not true at all. My acting was off." Emilia had barely even registered it in reality. She would rewatch this a few more times before she could actually judge herself fairly.



"Not enough people care about how you look for it to have an adverse effect." Carl told Lucas, but it wasn't to be an ass. The young actor knew his role. "As long as you stay hard and make her look good, you've earned your paycheck."



"You look hot anyway. Look at those abs. I don't have those!" Emilia was sat forward now. She couldn't stay still on the comfort of the couch and was now leaning forward from the edge of it, her bum barely clinging on to the last inches of the seat. She rested her elbows on her knees and leaned forward as far as she could, edging closer to the screen as Lucas's cock edged closer to her pussy.



She was a pornstar now more than ever. She was watching herself get fucked on camera, her happy heart beating to the same rhythm as Lucas' onscreen thrusting. She went quiet for the first time in a while and just concentrated on the TV, and simply enjoyed herself. The smile on her face grew wider as he bent her over the desk, and then again when the two of them climbed onto the hard wood so she could ride his cock. Picturing the amount of fans who might be watching along sent shivers down her spine.



"This is so amazing and weird all at once." she said, finally breaking her silence. The guys agreed in unison.



"Em, look at you fucking go. You look amazing, and you were so confident. Imagine what you'll be like in 5 shoots time, or another 50? You're going to be the biggest star in the history of the business. I said it a thousand times already." Carl said. He was waving his phone in the air. "I'm getting so many texts from people in the industry. They all want a piece of you."



Emilia had kept her phone out of her eyeline. She wanted to experience it without any distraction, but as her past self dropped off the desk and onto her knees, she grabbed a hold of it. Lucas came in her mouth as notification rolled in, her phone dinging every few seconds now she had taken it off mute. Friends, colleagues, agents, blocked numbers, notifications from social media. It was never-ending. She left her phone to tickle her thigh with its vibrations as she watched Lucas fill her mouth with cum, and then grimaced as she tried to look sexy for the camera. She had to blush, hiding her face in her hands.



"No one feels comfortable doing that part, and we barely work it in to the scripts anymore. There was no way we could avoid it for your first shoot though. We needed you to look right at the audience and announce yourself." Carl explained himself a little, but Emilia had no real problem with it.



"Oh no, don't worry. It's funny, just weird to look at." she assured him. She shook her hands out in front of her, trying to get her blood flowing around her body again after going partially numb watching herself perform.



Her phone kept buzzing, and she loved the feeling of each one. It was feedback, positive or negative. It was friends backing her to the hilt and telling her she was a legend. She was either a feminist icon now, or a slut. One or the other, maybe even both.



Carl jumped to his feet. "I think we'll call it there for the night, if you don't mind. I've got an Uber coming if you want to jump in." he told Lucas, who agreed. "Tomorrow's shoot, are you all ready?"



Emilia nodded. Scene number two was right around the corner and she was already so excited to go again, and get that one released as well. "I can't wait."



"Don't stress about the feedback too much. Get some sleep." Carl suggested. "You're a star now."



"I'll definitely stress but I'll sleep, don't worry. I'll go to bed and deal with it in the morning." She said her goodbyes to the two of them and saw them out the front door of her apartment, before heading to the balcony. She caught some fresh air, replied to a few texts from close friends and found herself warm in bed by 11pm.



*****



Emilia was on social media before her eyes had even completely opened the next morning. Her name was still trending and she read through copious reviews from fans, critics and everyone in between. Very few people seemed ashamed to admit they had watched it, or at least taken a glance. This was big showbiz news and everyone wanted to have their say. A lot of it was positive, but there were also some complaints.



Some said it was too short, coming in at just under 20 minutes.



Jay * 8h



Bro I cancelled plans with friends to watch Emilia Clarke's porn film and it was like 15 minutes long. I could have nutted and still gone out. What's the point?



1.8k RT's, 10.1k likes



Others were bored by parts of it, whether that was the positions they did or the lack of titties. She found it all funny enough. They kept things basic on purpose. This was a process. She would do it all in time, but she wasn't wasting everything on day one. She had given herself room to improve, and if people thought that scene was the best she could offer she would keep on surprising them.



Donald Duck's Daddy * 9h



Daenerys Stormborn is tripping if she thinks she can shoot porn and not suck dick, someone arrest that bitch



8.1k RT's, 57k likes



She was basically crying laughing in bed it was all just so funny. The occasional mean comment cut her deep. Teenage boys saying she wasn't as hot as she used to be to stand out and overly defensive feminists calling her out for being a whore. What she mostly took from her browsing was that even the negative comments were often humorous. She could laugh at them because people were just having fun. They were calling her out in a playful enough way, and little did they know they were just challenging her to do better next time.



Her stans were feral as well, defending her at every turn. Her team had told her not to engage on social media. She had only ever tweeted once in her life away from the promotional material for the shoot, but something came over her and she decided it was time to have some fun and start using her online presence to benefit her second career. Out of nothing she found herself replying to someone, she couldn't stop herself.



STREAM EMILIA'S PORN * 8h



djsjsnd she actually started doing porn wtf i thought she was joking, emilia your vagina is so cute i love u



2k RT's, 18k likes



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Emilia Clarke * now



Thank you <3



The seal was broken now, and she had stan language filling her mentions. She struggled to decipher the meaning of half of it and would clearly need to work on her social media game, but she had an idea to take this a step further, so she began to compile a tweet of her own.



Emilia Clarke * 8s



Hey everyone, thanks for the feedback after the drop last night. I was so nervous! Hope you enjoyed it. Believe me this is just the beginning. I'm shooting again in a few hours, but I have some time to answer questions now. Use #AskEmilia so I can find yours!



The questions flooded in from the second she posted it, but she left it to sit for ten minutes first. She got out of bed, stretched herself out a little and brushed her teeth. She headed into the kitchen to boil the kettle, before settling herself down with a coffee on her couch to answer away.



She picked any random question that seemed fun to answer, some about the scene itself and some about future scenes she would shoot. She didn't have all the time in the world but she would have a bit of fun and give her fans an insight into what was going on inside her head. Up until now she had kept mostly quiet about it, but she couldn't stop herself any longer.



rip xxx * 15m



why didnt u suck his dick? #AskEmilia



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Emilia Clarke * now



It wasn't in the script! I'm not in charge of that sort of stuff, but I'm pretty certain my second scene will have a blowjob in it. 7th September release date :)



Space Bitch * 14m



Are you still going to be acting in mainstream films? #AskEmilia



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Emilia Clarke * now



Of course! I have every intention of doing both types of acting going forward. I have a movie coming out in November and plenty more in the pipeline



Sexy Keith * 7m



#AskEmilia are you going to do anal???



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Emilia Clarke * now



Maybe, hopefully. I want to shoot all sorts and that is definitely something I want to try in the future. It has to be under the right circumstances though, just as it would be for any pornographic actress



Pamela * 11m



What message do you think this sends to young women who look up to you? No hate, just asking #AskEmilia

