Author's Note:

This story takes place immediately after my last story: A Song of Submission. I highly recommend you read that before you read this one for context. For those who didn't read it, be aware it also contains some incest content.

This takes place during the first two episodes of Game of Thrones season eight, after Daenerys moves to Winterfell.

*****

When Arya awoke, she could feel hands on her body. It took her a moment to realise it was morning, given how dark the winter light had been this month, but was quickly brought into the land of the living by a pinch to her nipple. She could feel Sansa behind her, spooning her, with hands wondering across her skin. From the way her sister was grinding against her, she could tell last night's exploits had done little to alleviate her sexual frustration.

As soon as Arya turned Sansa planted a kiss on her lips, impatiently, before putting her hands on her shoulders and pushing down. "Kiss me down there," she whispered to Arya.

However appealing it sounded, it gave her an idea that meant disappointing her. Arya pushed her hands away and came out from under the sheets for air. As Sansa moved in for a kiss she placed a finger to her lips to stop.

"Sorry, Lady Stark, I've got a better idea."

"I told you not to call me that," she responded with irritation. "I need your touch. Weren't you the one telling me to give commands and take charge?"

"That's true," Arya said as she slipped out of her arms and to the edge of the bed. "But you need to spread your wings further."

Arya climbed out of the bed, and Sansa watched with a smile, unashamedly staring at her ass as she bent down to look for her clothes.

"I want you though," she moaned from under the bedsheets. Arya looked back and grinned as she pulled her scattered clothes from the night before on.

"You have me," Arya smiled, then, with her clothes all in place, paced out of the room. She remained gone for a minute or so before returning, during which time Sansa had remained in bed, glaring at the door.

"What are you doing?" she said, her stern side kicking in.

"I called for a chambermaid to bathe you."

"I can bloody well bathe myself. What in the gods did you do that for?"

Arya came in close to the bed and smiled down at her sister, running her fingers through her auburn hair. She knew what they could do together that day, but she needed a warm-up first - not comforts.

"This maid is going to bathe you. You're going to order her to wash you, because you are the Lady of Winterfell. Isn't that right?"

"...Yes."

"Then, if you want to get some release. You can get it from her."

"Very funny," she replied with a frown, but took notice of Arya's plain expression.

"I'm not joking, Sansa. It's one thing to take charge when it's someone you know, but you need to test the waters with others too, boost your confidence."

"I am NOT asking a maid to fuck me."

Arya couldn't help but laugh at the comment, and Sansa suppressed a smile at her giggles.

"Do you not think that every lord takes whatever woman he wants? Chambermaids are always satisfying the nobles they work for - so why should you be any different? Besides, I picked a particularly beautiful one - one who I am certain would be interested."

"How could you possibly know that?"

"I have my ways. Now, I can hear her coming. I'm going to leave, and you're going to use your servant any way you wish. Okay?"

Sansa shook her head, but Arya just smiled and walked away. As she got to the door, she came face-to-face with the chambermaid she had ordered. Sansa pulled the covers up to her neck in embarrassment, while Arya stepped out into the hall.

The maid shut the door behind her, then disappeared into the bathroom. Soon enough, other maids entered the room carrying buckets of steaming hot water, soaps, and towels, which they laid out into the bathroom, before taking their leave.

During all this, Sansa sat in her bed, silently cursing her sister. Eventually, the chambermaid came out of the bathroom and came to the end of the bed, where she stood, hands behind her back. "Lady Stark?"

'Arya was right, she is beautiful,' the redhead thought to herself. The maid was young compared to many of the other staff, maybe in her early twenties. Her hair was dark brown, almost black, and her eyes were strikingly blue. Her figure, too, was incredible, even in the drab grey dress she wore.

"Miss Stark," she called again. "There's no need to be shy."

She smiled, but even the sweetness of her face did little to combat the rise of rebellion inside her. To be shy in front of a maid was to be weak in front of her, and she needed to be strong and willful like Arya... like Daenerys.

Sansa pushed the sheets off her and stepped out of the bed, proudly walking towards the bathroom without an inch of clothing. She did her best to hide her embarrassment and ignore the wide eyes that followed her.

'She's probably not used to seeing ladies sleep without undergarments,' she thought as she walked past her into the bathroom, stepping into the luke-warm shallow water of her tub. Without a word, the maid began to add hot water from the nearby buckets until it reached a lovely temperature.

Sansa sighed, and noticed the woman smile to herself in pride. She closed her eyes and, deciding to test out what Arya had suggested, kept them shut as she made her first order of the day.

"Wash my arms."

Without a word, the girl complied. Sansa opened one eye to look at her as she lathered up her arms with soap, and relished her beauty. She grew more bold, opening both eyes and looking at the maid's cleavage as she bent down, only looking away when the girl looked back at her expectantly.

"What's your name?"

"Elissa, Lady Stark."

"That's a nice name. But you can call me Sansa."

"Thank you, Lady Stark, but I can't call you by your first name. It's improper."

She looked Sansa dead in the eyes and said: "Besides, I like to call you a Lady, it reminds me how I have submitted to your service"

'Is she... flirting with me?' Sansa asked herself, noting the intensity to Elissa's eyes as she spoke.

Normally, she wouldn't have taken notice, but after what Arya said, she started to consider whether it was possible. The itch she desperately needed scratching made itself more known to her as this thought flashed before her eyes, and she decided to test the waters a little further.

"Elissa, do my chest now."

She kept her face as calm and collected as she could, even though she had butterflies in her stomach. Arya was right, it was so much easier when you knew someone. This felt more dangerous, but the thought of it actually working sent shivers down her back.

Elissa grabbed her cloth and dipped it in hot soapy water, before bringing it to Sansa's skin, lightly dabbing her from her collar bone down to her chest. She lightly scrubbed her breasts in turn, but it wasn't quite enough for Sansa.

"Use your hands," she said, hoping the order could be passed off as platonic if she were wrong about Elissa.

She didn't look her in the eye and looked around the room as if bored, but once the dark-haired maid cupped her breast she started to feel excited. She spread the soapy froth across her chest, spending more time than she needed to on the area.

With the lightest of touches to her nipples, Sansa couldn't help but sigh. Looking down at her chest she could see them begin to harden. Elissa washed the soap away but continued to massage her boobs, and it became clearer to Sansa that this woman had an agenda, or at least knew what was expected of her.

For the first time in a while, Sansa looked to her left. She didn't have to pretend to be cool and domineering now, as the way Elissa bit her lip and gazed at her with desire was enough to let her know she was in control.

Without breaking eye contact, Sansa reached for the hand on her chest. Lightly taking it in hand, she edged it down lower to her abdomen, dipping her fingers into the water. She let go of the hand, letting it trail in the water independently, but Elissa got the message.

The chambermaid pushed the sleeve of her dress further up her arm, then returned it to the water, using the feel of Sansa's skin to guide her down below the soapy water. She cooed softly as Elissa's hand found her crevice, but it was Elissa's breathing that quickened as she ran her fingers along the slit.

"Use your fingers,.. inside me," Sansa whispered, eyes closed again. She felt her confidence grow as Elissa followed her words with enthusiasm, as if she were the one being granted favour.

"Mmm," she moaned softly as one finger penetrated her, then again as a second entered alongside it. Elissa pushed them all the way in and out a few times as if staking her claim to her pussy, before curling upwards and grazing its roof.

"Oooohhh," Sansa groaned without thinking, almost yelping from the sudden sensitivity she felt. Whatever spot Elissa was touching, it was one she hadn't been touched in before, and she found herself getting close to the edge far faster than she'd anticipated.

Suddenly, she felt a soft sensation against her nipples and opened her eyes. Looking down she saw that Elissa had come in closer to the tub, and was now delicately licking her nipples as she fingered the Lady of the house.

"Fuck," Sansa whispered as the licking turned to long sucking, her lips wrapped around her areola while her tongue darted over the tip of her nipples.

As her arms tensed up with the rising feeling, she felt Elissa's lips leave her. Opening her eyes, she saw the maid watching her intensely, her mouth open in arousal. Sansa looked over her plump limps, the ones that were only just wrapped around her nipples, before the orgasm hit her.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, her voice growing higher in pitch. Elissa continued to watch Sansa as she rubbed her g-spot, leaving the redhead clutching her arm and biting her lip as the pleasure washed through her.

As the crest of the orgasm passed, Sansa looked again on her servant, who looked overwhelmed by desire herself. Her fingers slowed, teasing out a few more spasms of pleasure before she removed them from her warm hole.

Sansa felt her entire body relax, the warm water and freedom from frustration almost lulling her to sleep. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see Elissa smiling at her, with a hand trailing in the water.

"I like you," Sansa said with a smirk. "Promise me you will return."

"Of course, Lady Stark."

Seeing in her face the power the girl had over her, after the way she had so expertly manipulated her beneath the water, Sansa sought to reclaim a little power herself. So, with another smile and a close of her eyes, she said:

"That's all. Leave me be."

She could feel the disappointment in Elissa's face even if she couldn't see it, but she knew she would be back for more the next chance she could.

*****

As Elissa left the Lady of Winterfell's quarters, shutting the door firmly behind her, she turned and jumped out of her skin. Waiting, leaning against the wall beside the door, was Arya Stark, absent-mindedly eating an apple.

"Hello Lady Stark," she stammered, her eyes darting back to the door, clearly wondering how much was heard by the younger sister.

"Come with me," she replied, turning on the spot and walking briskly down the hallway. "And do *not* call me 'Lady'."

Holding up her dress to keep up with the fast pace of the intimidating woman, Elissa caught up with Arya, following her silently down a few flights of stairs and into the darker, fire-lit caverns of Winterfell.

"If this is about your sister, I can assure you nothing untoward happened," she said in a mild panic, as they approached the outskirts of the warm forge. "Lady Star-"

Cutting her off before she could finish, Arya grasped the maid and pressed her against the stone wall, causing her to yelp in surprise. This was the first time that Arya had made eye contact with her.

"Don't call me 'Lady', slut. I know you pleasured my sister, and I know she sent you away before you could get what you wanted."

Before she could formulate a reply, or figure out how she'd known it all, Elissa felt a hand drift under her dress and stroke her thigh. Her eyes pierced right through her, especially that close, and she was powerless as the hand drifted up to cup her panty-clad crotch, and her lips met with hers.

The kiss was strong and forceful, one that would have felt too much too soon for Elissa if she hadn't been so turned on by her time with the Lady. Her lips prickled with the energy of the kiss, and when it was broken she longed for more. Instead, Arya pushed her back against the wall again and spoke.

"If you don't want everyone to know your dirty secret, you'll do exactly what I say. You do that? Then I can help you out with your... frustrations."

Elissa couldn't help but smile despite her shock. 'Two Stark girls in one day - one morning?' she thought to herself, relishing the opportunity to get her rocks off with two of the most powerful women in the North.

"I... understand," she said, almost shaking with anticipation of yet another kiss. One that didn't arrive.

"Gendry!"

Elissa looked puzzled at the sudden change. 'Did she mean Gendry... the blacksmith boy?' Looking to her left, still pinned to the wall by the defiant Stark girl, her eyes widened as she saw a man emerge from the smoky forge and stroll towards them.

"What's all this then?" he asked with a raised eyebrow at Elissa. She was a little lost for words, distracted momentarily by the shirtless man, his chiselled muscles highlighted by the glimmer of sweat and black marks of soot.

"This one needs to be fucked," Arya answered plainly, as if Elissa wasn't even there. She opened her mouth in protest but didn't have any words to share. It was true, after all. Gendry chuckled to himself.

"Normally it's the person who wants to be fucked who asks, not her friend... or captor."

He and Arya exchanged a quick smile, the first one Elissa had seen break the Stark woman's serious expression that day. It soon returned as she turned back to Elissa, inches away from her, the threat implicit in her eyes before she even spoke.

"So what do you have to say?"

Elissa looked over at Gendry, unable to make eye contact for a moment. She knew what she wanted her to say, and knew that she had little choice in the matter. Yet as soon as she started to speak the words at Arya's behest, she found that despite her situation, she meant them.

"Please fuck me."

"Well, I don't need to be asked twice," Gendry replied, unbuckling his britches and stepping towards them. Elissa got a quick look at his already semi-hard member before Arya grabbed her by the shoulders and forcibly turned her so that she was facing the wall.

As Gendry got in place behind her, Arya leaned her shoulder against the wall beside the chambermaid. Keeping eye contact with her, she reached under her skirt again and sharply pulled her undergarments down to her knees.

Elissa's breathing quickened as Arya slid her hand up her thighs and reached her sweet spot between them. Elissa shuddered as her nether lips were parted and her inner core was caressed, bringing a neglected fire to life again. Looking her dead in the eyes, inches away, she said to Gendry:

"She's soaking wet."

Arya kept her hand gently caressing Elissa's pussy as she reached out with her other towards Gendry. Taking his semi-hard cock in hand, she started to stroke him, until he quickly reached his full length and hardness.

Gendry lifted Elissa's dress and pulled her ass further out to meet him, while Arya still stroked him. The Stark girl held him as he drew closer, guiding him between the maid's legs until his tip began to penetrate her warm crevice. He grunted slightly as he pushed inside, his long cock enveloped by her tight, wet tunnel, but the sigh that Elissa let out drowned him out and betrayed her own deep need for satisfaction.

"Yess," she whispered to herself as he moved back and forth, pushing more of himself inside her with each thrust, her pussy squeezing around his cock.

Taking her moans as a signal, Gendry immediately picked up the pace, turning slow rhythmic movements to deeper, faster thrusts inside her. Arya remained leaning against the wall, lightly caressing both of them with her fingertips as she watched them fuck.

"Ohhhhh"

Gendry began to be more forceful, leaving Elissa gasping with every deep thrust into her wet opening. This wasn't delicate, romantic fucking, but it was exactly what she needed after being so on edge. He slipped in and out of her with absolute ease, she was so slick with juices.

Arya leaned in closer, inches away from Elissa's face as she was rhythmically pressed against the wall, biting her lip from the pleasure. With her lips close to her ear, Arya addressed her.

"Slut, do you like him fucking your little cunt?"

Elissa couldn't believe a Lady of the house was speaking in such a way to her, but she answered honestly, without thinking.

"Yes... uhhh... La-mmm-Miss... Arya... oooohh"

Arya couldn't help but smile at the woman, completely bent to her will, while Gendry continued to pound her from behind.

"Tell him then," Arya whispered. "Beg him to fuck your cunt - I want to hear you say it."

"Please fuck me, fuck me," Elissa said quietly, feeling pleasure rise within her.

"Louder," Arya ordered, pinching the maid's nipple sharply through her dress. She gasped at the pain, moaned, then spoke again, raising the volume of her voice each time. "Fuck me," she panted in between gasps for air, as Gendry drove his thick member in and out of her pussy.

"Pleaaase, fuck my cunt. Fuck this slut please. Fuck my cu- - uhhhhh"

Elissa never finished her sentence, instead interrupting her begging with an uncontrollable moan, gritting her teeth as she felt a sensitive feeling within spread through her loins.

"Ohhhh godss!" She shuddered as her orgasm hit, her pussy clamping down on Gendry as he pistoned out of her. His face began to grimace as he tried to hold back.

"I'm getting close," Gendry muttered, addressing Arya rather than the maid he was inside. She turned her head, her mouth hanging open as the assault on her vagina continued. Slumping against the wall, hot and sweaty from the pleasure, she spoke with as much energy as she could muster.

"Please don't... don't cum inside me."

Arya leaned in close again, speaking firmly once more.

"Then you know what to do."

With a sigh of pleasure, Gendry pulled back, slipping his slick member from inside the chambermaid. Arya reached over and ran her fingers along his hard cock, smiling as it twitched in her hand, so close to the edge.

Elissa turned on the spot, flashing a look of weary acceptance Arya's way before dropping to her knees before him. Gendry didn't waste any time, stepping forward and bringing the tip to her lips.

The maid placed her hand at the base of his manhood, steadying herself before bringing him into her mouth, running her lips along his shaft as her tongue twirled around the helmet. Gendry gritted his teeth as he neared the edge, placing both hands on her cheeks to pull her further onto him as he hit his climax.

"Ughhh," he moaned, his muscles flexing as he tensed up. Elissa swallowed the first load as his cum shot to the back of her throat. She struggled not to gag but soon found his hard-on removed pulling back from her mouth anyway. Arya tugged at her hair, pulling her sharply back and then holding her head in place.

She opened her eyes for a split-second to see Arya holding him in her hands, stroking his erection directly in front of her face. She instinctively closed them again, just in time as further jets of cum hit her forehead, cheek, and lips. Even in the warmth of the room, his semen felt warm on her skin.
Elissa stayed perfectly still for a moment, before opening her eyes to see the diminishing cock before her, still dripping with cum. Arya's fingers, still tangled in her hair, pushed her back forward, so she took him into her mouth again, sucking the last drops of cum from him.

When she was let go, she slumped back against the wall, feeling a mess. Her hair was untidy, her body sweaty from the hot room and vigorous actions, her pussy still wet from the fucking, cum on her face and its taste on her tongue.

As she caught her breath, Arya stooped down to her level and firmly took her chin in between her fingers, tilting her head up to face her.

"I want you to remember this. You are a slut who begged to be fucked by the blacksmith, and felt his seed against your lips. If you want this to remain a secret, you'll keep quiet about everything else. Clear?"

Elissa nodded. As far as deals go, she didn't come off too bad in her books. 'Now how the hell am I meant to clean this up?' she thought to herself.

********

Daenerys awoke slowly, pulled from dreams of conquest and rest by the distant calls of a familiar voice. As she came to, she realised it was the soft tones of Missandei, her most loyal servant.

"Apologies, my Queen, you must rise. There is someone at the door that wishes to speak with you urgently."

"At this hour?"

"It is only just gone midnight, Khaleesi. You slumbered a little earlier than usual this evening."

She was right. There was something about being in the cold North, with the heat of the fire and the endless warmth of Missandei's naked body to keep her safe, that made her drift off far more easily.

The silver-haired Queen wiped her eyes to wake herself, then forced herself out of bed. She could feel the tingle of the night air against her legs as she stepped out, wearing only a thin, silky nightdress. Slipping on a regal gown over the top and wrapping it around her pearly white skin, she headed for the door.

At the door - stood a foot back undoubtedly due to the orders of the unsullied guarding the door - was a man she didn't recognise. Clad in the armour of the highest-ranking warriors of the Northmen she was staying with, she frowned at them, perplexed as to why they should need her so late.

"And what do you want? You can speak, yes?"

"Your highness, I have been sent to retrieve you for the King - er... the King of the North, I meant t'say."

Her face softened as she heard the reference to her new lover. Even in the midst of near-catastrophe, her heart fluttered when she thought of his name.

"What does Jon want? Has something happened?"

"I was not given any more information, your Grace. He only told me to tell you that you are still safe, but he requires your... company."

Daenerys tried to suppress a smile at the thought of Jon, waiting for her to join him and keep him warm that night. She knew she shouldn't, but after he'd been acting so strangely around her lately, Daenerys found the idea of being with him too enticing to pass up.

"One moment."

Daenerys shut the door and searched the room for her long, fur-lined cloak which she wrapped about her shoulders and tied. "I'll return before daylight," she muttered to a concerned-looking Missandei.

"Would you not want Missandei to accompany you?"

As much as she confided in Missandei, she felt uncomfortable, even embarrassed, speaking about Jon with her. It made her seem weak, to give herself to the King in this part of the world - whether his title was official or not.

"No, I shall be accompanied by another guard. Thank you. Sleep."

Not making eye contact with her servant, Daenerys pulled the hood over her head. It was partly to keep her warm in the cold winter night of the castle, but also to hide her unmistakable white locks from any prying eyes.

*****

The walk was long and colder than she'd imagined. The guard leading her was silent, something she was glad for. Daenerys wanted the Northmen to respect and serve her, and she knew they eventually would, but that didn't mean she knew how to speak to them. She studied the armour glinting in the shadows, wondering if she'd met this soldier before or not. He was definitely on the short side, compared with others she'd met in her time in the North.

The halls of Winterfell were so dark at this time of night she found it difficult to track where she was going, with each turning looking the same as the last. She'd only visited Jon's quarters once since she'd been at the castle, and hadn't taken note of where it was. She sighed with relief when the guard slowed down in front of the door, emblazoned with the unmistakable sigil of the direwolf.

She passed him and pushed the door open, not bothering to knock. Daenerys was so comforted by the rush of warm air from the room that she closed her eyes and smiled, not noticing the guard enter too, shutting the door behind him.

When she opened her eyes, Daenerys smile quickly faded. She was in the quarters of a Stark, undoubtedly, but perched on the end of the bed in front of her was not Jon Snow, but Sansa. The redhead smiled back at her, a swilling a glass of wine in her hand.

"Nice for you to join us, Daenerys."

'Us?' Dany thought, turning on the spot to look behind her. The guard stood against the door, barring her exit, their arms folded and face stoic.

Daenerys turned back to Sansa, trying hard not to hide her annoyance that she'd been woken at this hour for this, under the pretence of seeing Jon. 'It's insulting,' she thought to herself, but knew it was better to not let her emotions get the better of her in such a situation.

"Would you like some wine?" Sansa asked, but only gestured to the desk where the bottle lay, leaving her to pour it herself. She seemed different to earlier, Daenerys thought, more relaxed and confident - like she knew something no one else did.

Dany poured herself a glass of wine, trying hard to compose herself and refrain from anger. 'I need to re-establish control,' she thought, 'before she starts thinking she can do this whenever she wants'. As she turned her back on them, Dany jumped as she heard the clattering of metal to the floor. She turned back to the guard but instead saw a young woman stood in his place, the top half of the armour dumped unceremoniously on the floor.

It was Arya Stark. Leaning against the door lazily, she seemed to smile at Dany without smiling. She looked unpredictable, dangerous even. Daenerys' eyes darted back to Sansa in confusion, but she continued to sip on her wine without a change in expression.

'What sorcery is this?' she thought, but decided against showing any lack of knowledge.

"Daenerys, I assume you've met my sister."

"I appreciate that we are allies, Lady Stark, but I'd prefer you call me by another name," The silver-haired queen said, pushing the hood of her cloak back onto her shoulders.

"Oh so I'm 'Lady Stark' now, am I?" Sansa said, half-laughing. "And what should I call you?"

"Queen."

"You're not our Queen," Arya spoke for the first time.

Daenerys glared at her, face reddening at the impudent girl. 'She's been a fully-grown adult for five minutes and she wishes to speak down to me?' she thought, choosing not to vocalise her immediate feelings.

"I am your Queen, whether you like it or not. I suggest you treat me with respect, and you both tell me why exactly I'm here."

Sansa let her words sit, looking Daenerys up and down before she calmly responded.

"Take off your cloak, it's far too warm."

Daenerys slipped it from her shoulders without thinking. Half-way through removing the fur-lined cloak, she realised she was following a command, but it was too late. She couldn't turn back, but removing it meant being in the room wearing only her silk gown and nightdress; vulnerable.

'If I change my mind, that will draw attention to it. If I show myself as I am, it'll be my choice,' she reassured herself, removing the cloak and placing it on a chair. 'My body is my power.'

"I'll get to the point," Sansa said plainly. "We don't want you here, but we realise it is necessary. Yet while you are under the roof my ancestors built, you will follow my orders. This is my castle, my kingdom, and you are not our Queen yet."

Arya did her best to restrain a smile, but the intense love in her eyes as she gazed at her sister was obvious. She felt as if she had broken down the gate of the cage, and let the direwolf run free in the wild, to hunt, to dominate.

"You overestimate your position, child," Daenerys retorted, emphasising the condescending word. "I am the breaker of chains, the mother of dragons, Queen of the Andals, and I have conquered more cities than you have laid eyes on. Know. Your. Place."

Daenerys hadn't been able to restrain her anger that time, but she knew it was necessary. There was a line of disrespect that shouldn't be crossed, and she needed to stake her claim early. But there was little shock to be found on Sansa's face, only an amused look, then a knowing glance to her sister. Both Stark siblings eyed each other for a moment, leaving Dany feeling on edge. She finished her wine and gently placed it on the table, readying herself for conflict.

"Maybe you need a visual aid," Sansa said drolly. Dany gave her a puzzled look as she heard her earlier words parroted back at her, but didn't see Arya coming.

The nimble warrior shot forward, grasping the sleeve of Daenerys' silk gown and pulling her towards her sharply. In a swift series of movements, she span her around, pulling the rope open and tugging the gown's over sleeve until it was completely removed. She left Daenerys to fall onto the floor, the gown left behind in the brunette's hands.

Daenerys was now on her knees, a few strands of her perfect hair out of place. She took a moment to breathe in deeply before looking to Arya on her left, shooting daggers with her eyes. She turned forward to Sansa, at which point it hit her that she was kneeling in front of her in her nightdress.

"Hands behind your back," an order came from behind Daenerys before she could muster the words to voice her dismay. So focused was she on Sansa, who sat before her with a strange look of satisfaction, that she absent-mindedly did as she was told.

A split-second after she did, she realised and brought her hands forward, but it was too late. In another lightning-fast movement, a light rope was wrapped around her wrists, keeping them bound behind her. Daenerys was still too surprised they would try something like this to formulate her plan.

"You would do this to your Queen?" she asked, glaring at Sansa. So certain was she of her power she thought to herself, 'I'll see how this goes'.

"You don't look much like a Queen to me," a voice came from behind her. Daenerys let out a sigh of frustration, then corrected her posture.

"A Queen in chains is still a Queen."

"Even a naked one?" This time it was Sansa who spoke, smirking at the woman below her. Daenerys was surprised at the energy of the room - where was the woman she had walked all over just one day before?

"I have been stripped of my clothes, chained, abused, disrespected. I have walked through flames, naked before my followers."

"Well, you haven't made that walk in the North, have you?" Sansa replied. "It's very different to be so vulnerable in such a... cold place."

Daenerys jumped as she felt Arya's breath near her ear as she softly spoke, her words calm and simple in their brutality.

"You wouldn't want to make the walk of shame in this castle. Not in this winter, with Northmen and Wildlings lusting after you, with even your own men looking at you in our darkest hour."

Daenerys heard her words, absorbed them, and when she looked up at Sansa again her gaze was softer, less aggressive.

"Who would you rather submit to - the women in this warm room, or the cold outside it?"

She studied Sansa's face in shock, looking for a break in the amused look on her face. The Stark woman was acting differently, but it was still a role, and she could call her bluff. But not knowing what was out that door, and knowing the worst of this room would be temporary humiliation, she hesitated - and her silence spoke volumes.

"Free her," Sansa said to her sister, nodding her head slightly as Daenerys averted her eyes, glancing off to the side. Looking at her would be to accept that this was really happening.

Arya drew her sword, needle, from its sheath and began to cut the rope that bound Daenerys' hands behind her back. Dany felt the ropes weaken, and then the sawing stop, the younger woman stepping back before bringing her delicate blade down in a series of swift swipes.

All she felt was the wind as the blade cut through the air, until a moment later she realised her hands were no longer bound. Just as she began to pull her hands apart, letting the rope fall to the backs of her legs, she was freed of something else. Her nightdress tumbled down from her shoulders, their straps sliced away without her noticing.

Before she could react, the material hit her waist, baring her breasts to the Lady of Winterfell. And, with only the quiet sound of needle behind her, the entire back of her silky nightwear was sliced open, leaving it to slip down her thighs to where her knees rested on the floor.

Eyes widening, Daenerys reached forward, clumsily pulling the material back over her chest. She covered her breasts with the remains of the silk nightdress, which felt even more pointless given how she knew her behind was still uncovered to the audacious girl stood behind her.

"Why so shy all of a sudden? Weren't you happy to bare all for your Dothraki followers?"

Sansa smiled at Daenerys, who glared at her again, fuming. She'd been attended to by female servants, willingly shown herself to them, but it was only men who had lain claim to her body like this. Still, she didn't know what to do, as standing to reach for her robe would undoubtedly fail, and the hallways outside this room were too cold and dark for her to wander alone, unclothed.

"I have no problem with your story of freeing slaves, fighting against tyranny, your war for the Iron Throne. But this is the North, this is my castle, my domain. You will respect us while you stay in our home, and you will... submit."

Sansa hesitated over that last word, knowing that she was stepping over into new territory here. She looked to Arya and received a nod of encouragement. Remembering their earlier conversation, she held steady, focusing on the task at hand: showing no vulnerability.

Sansa slowly opened her legs, revealing her noble coverings were only partly in place. Her legs were bare, and as she parted her thighs, she revealed her pearly white legs, and the prize between them.

She tried her best not to blush as the two women in front of her gazed down at her pussy, Arya with a hungry look and Daenerys a peculiar look of apprehension and... something else. Daenerys noted the dark red whisps of hair, trimmed slightly yet showing far more than she was used to seeing in the East. The queen's mind was chaotic, but she knew what she must do before the lady of the castle said another word.

"Prove your fealty to me and this house."

Daenerys knew that she had little choice, and as humiliating as it was, this didn't mean defeat yet. She swallowed her pride, as she had done so many times before, setting aside her ego to give her opposition what they wanted, waiting for the perfect time to seek vengeance.

Still clutching the dress to her chest with one hand, she leaned forward and placed her right hand to the floor. She began to crawl the short distance between them slowly - until Arya grew impatient.

*Slap!*

"Oh!" Daenerys gasped as a hand struck her bare ass. No one had struck her like that before, not since Drago... she turned red with the embarrassment of the situation, and as Arya spanked her again, she jolted and dropped the dress to the floor beneath her.

"We haven't got all day."

Part of her wished that they did so that she could postpone this display even further, but knowing she couldn't - she decided to get this over with as quickly as she could. With the distant memory of her time with Doreah behind her, she brought her head between Sansa's knees and brought the tip of her tongue to her slit.

"Mmmm," Sansa immediately lett slip a loud moan as Daenerys' tongue touched the length of her opening. After all the nervousness and imitation of power and control, she actually had it. The woman who had conquered the East was now between her legs, pleasuring her. She looked over at Arya, biting her lip, and her sister smiled back.

As she heard the moans above her, Daenerys felt her face redden, though no one could see with her head firmly between those pale white thighs. 'Give her what she wants, and this will be over soon,' she thought to herself, swallowing her pride and placing her lips on Sansa's growing clitoris, her nose brushing up against her bush.

"Ahhhhh."

Sansa gasped in shock as Dany began to suck her clit, surprised at the sudden compliance from the would-be-ruler. Even with her orgasm earlier that day, she was already ready for another. The entire situation was so erotic, the tension and nervousness she felt before had put her on edge. But she didn't want it to be over just yet.

Running her fingers across her braids, Sansa gently took hold of Dany's head and jolted her back. Daenerys gasped, turning a deep shade of red as she looked up and met eyes with Sansa. There was no avoiding it now, she was eye-to-eye with her, naked, between her legs, her pussy juices on her face.

"Slow down, I want to enjoy this."

Daenerys burned with anger at how this spectacle was being prolonged, returning to lick her opening. But as she did return from the humiliating glare to continue to pleasure her, she realised how her oral performance was now a comfort, in a strange way. As she slowly circled Sansa's clit with her tongue, she sighed with relief, and felt her own pussy start to respond.

Glancing over at Arya, Sansa could see her sister's smile had been replaced by another expression: lust. She followed her gaze down to the woman between her legs and felt a sudden spark of pleasure amidst the ongoing sensations.

"You may be serving out of obligation, your highness," Sansa said, echoing Daenerys' words to her the evening before in between intakes of breath. "But you will soon love to serve me too."

Daenerys' anger rose again as she heard her words repeated to her. 'How dare she presume...' she thought, but her anger was met with another feeling, one in league with her tormentor.

The growing feeling between her legs swelled, and as she unconsciously pressed her thighs tightly together, she felt a shiver of pleasure run from between. She hadn't thought this would happen and began to desperately hope Sansa would finish before either of them realised.

Her fears were immediately met as she felt a hand slip between her thighs, pushing them apart. Daenerys pulled her head back, turning to see Arya knelt beside her legs, reaching between them to touch her most delicate parts.

Before she could find the words to object, she felt Sansa pull her head forwards, urging her lips and tongue to get back to work on her swollen, throbbing pussy. Her gasp was muffled by those folds, and her bush bristling against her nose as she was pulled in deeper, willing her tongue to press harder.

Arya's hand found itself at its goal, cupping her mound gently for a moment before the fingers probed, pushing her nether lips apart. Daenerys tried her best not to moan as a fingertip grazed her clit for a moment, but couldn't hold back after the sensation returned.

Her quiet moan was muffled as Sansa pulled her closer in. The redhead may not have heard it over her own gasps and squeals of pleasure if it the sound didn't vibrate through her lips, driving her close to the edge.
Two fingers joined the first, fingertips gently squeezing Dany's clit as another pressed down on top. Arya then began to move them all in tandem, rubbing her delicate bud in slow rotations. Daenerys increased her efforts to get Sansa to the edge, knowing full well that her own moans would only grow louder.

Sansa suddenly lunged both hands forward, one holding Daenerys by the neck while the other gripped the back of her head. "F-ffuuckk," she whispered, her entire body tensing up as she came close to the edge.

As her orgasm hit, Sansa groaned deeply, uncontrollably thrusting her hips forward against Daenerys' face. She did her best to keep her tongue moving against her clit as the half-naked woman above her shook with sheer pleasure. The fingers teasing Daenerys from behind were suddenly removed, which was both a relief and a disappointment.

For a moment, she was still held tightly against her crotch, until Sansa finally relented and released her grip on her head, letting her fall back to sitting on her heels. She looked up to see Sansa, red-faced and breathing heavily, smiling down at her. It was under this uncomfortable gaze that Daenerys thought to bring her hand to her face, wiping away the juices that were spread across her mouth and chin.

'Did that really just happen?' she thought to herself, unable to quite take in the humiliating incident that had just occurred. 'At least it can't get any worse,' she thought, but was instantly proven wrong.

"How wet is she?"

Dany froze, her eyes widening and cheeks reddening. She looked up at Sansa, who was ignoring her now and speaking to her sister.

"Very."

Sansa smiled and looked back to Daenerys, slipping off the edge of the bed and bending down to her level. "It's time to get on the bed, your majesty," she whispered.

Almost robotically, Daenerys complied, standing and sitting on the edge of the bed, consciously trying to disconnect her brain from what was happening. She didn't want to overthink what was happening and she didn't want to get in touch with whatever part of her was turned on by the whole ordeal either.

Sansa ushered her back and Daenerys shuffled into the middle of the bed, then followed Sansa's hand gesture to turn on the spot, sitting facing the pillows and wall, with the other women behind her. She heard movement behind her, and occasional whispers, but didn't dare look back and face further punishment from either of the Stark women.

The same fingers which were just touching her most sensitive spot returned, this time against the back of her neck. Before Daenerys could turn to see Arya, who was now stood to her left beside the bed, her head was pushed down to the sheets as if she were praying to the seven.

*Slap!* Daenerys jolted forward and gasped as Arya landed a blow to her behind. She instinctively moved her hips forward, but her position still left her rear end in the air, waiting for another spank.

"Don't move," she whispered, her hand lingering across the flesh she'd just spanked. As if to make up for the slap, she traced her fingertips across her cheeks, leaving Daenerys cursing herself for relishing the feeling.

Before she knew it, her hand was between her legs again, easily finding its way to her opening. Without realising it, Daenerys had opened her legs for her, and let out a quiet groan as she felt a finger penetrate her opening. She wanted to think it was a groan of frustration, but she couldn't be sure.

As she began to curl her finger and work it in and out of the naked queen, Arya leaned in closer to speak.

"I'm sure you're finding a way to still think of yourself as high and mighty, even now, but I want you to ask yourself: 'why am I so wet?'"

Even after she stepped away and stopped caressing her pussy, Daenerys could tell she was wet, from just a small amount of stimulation. 'She's right,' she thought to herself, 'why does this feel so good when it's so humiliating?'

"I wonder if you've ever seen something like this before," Daenerys heard a voice say. Looking back to her left, she saw Sansa beside her now, with a long shiny black object in her hand. It took her a moment, but when she did recognise it, her eyes widened in shock.

In her hand was a smooth, phallic object, not unlike the ones that had been used on her during her training for Drogo so many years ago. The difference with this one was the harness of some sort connected to it, which worried Daenerys - even if she couldn't quite figure it out.

"Arya here found it during her travels. I hadn't heard of it around these parts, but I can't wait to try it out."

As she spoke, Sansa strolled over to Arya with the object, smiling serenely as if drunk on the moment. "Will you do the honours?" she asked, holding it out to her sister.

With a grin, Arya extended her tongue, running it along the length of the shaft, slowly until she reached the bulbous tip. She circled her tongue around the simple yet-accurately-detailed head of the modelled penis, before wrapping her lips around it and bringing it into her mouth, coating it in her saliva.

As she removed herself from it, never breaking eye contact with Sansa, she was rewarded with a short, deep kiss - the sound not going unnoticed by their captive, who was still bent over on the bed, waiting for the inevitable to come yet unable to believe it was really happening.

"Go fuck the queen."

The words made Sansa grin uncontrollably as she began to attach the harness to herself, and set Daenerys on edge. There wasn't any other way to read the situation now, things had gone all the way. Yet still she found herself unable to move, waiting until it was too late.

Sansa excitedly hopped onto the bed behind her prize. She was surprised Daenerys hadn't moved, instead remaining face down on the bed, her ass pointed upwards. 'She must really want it,' she thought.

Her legs were still together, making her pussy lips look even more delicate and desirable. Reaching between her prize's tanned white thighs, Sansa met some resistance as Daenerys clamped her legs together wordlessly. As she pushed through and one finger parted her nether lips, she realised why.

"Arya was right, you are wet."

Daenerys pride was hit yet again, more shocked by the words than the fact her opponent was now running her fingers along her slit as if she were her possession. 'Is that what I am?' Daenerys thought to herself. 'Even if this is a tactic, do I-'

The queen's pondering on the practicality of her temporary submission was soon interrupted as she felt something bigger and harder against her lips. 'She's really going to fuck me,' her alarmed thoughts came to her, leaving her frozen with indecision as her knees were gently pushed apart and the strap-on lined up with her inviting entrance.

With her hands resting on Daenerys' hips, Sansa pushed forward, slowly penetrating the queen in a moment she would never forget. She'd been acting on pure adrenaline and the encouraging words of her sister but hadn't truly believed she'd be able to take this woman like this, that she'd be able to fuck her.

More shocking to both of them was how the slender cock entered her so smoothly, with ease, more than lubricated by the silver-haired woman's wet pussy. Daenerys covered her mouth to hide her gasp as the cock was drawn out then thrust inside once again, then again, each time reaching deeper.

The last person she'd been fucked by was Daario, and with him she'd been careful to remain in control, staying on top and using him as a loyal subject, even if she did harbour some feelings for him. Being taken from behind like this... it hadn't happened since she was with Drogo.

Before she could think too hard about her past lovers and the long journey to this moment, the cock was thrust all the way inside her, the smooth leather of the harness pressing against Daenerys' parted lips as the redheaded woman savoured the moment, leaning over Daenerys until her mouth was close enough to her ear to whisper.

"Do you like being fucked like this, your majesty? I can tell you do from how soaking wet you are."

The intimacy was too much for Daenerys, longing for when she could forget where she was and only think of the sensations.

"Don't think I don't get anything out of this. This strap-on has a little nub to it that applies just the right amount of pressure to me as I fuck you, so you don't hog all the pleasure."

Lingering over Daenerys, her hands planted on the bed beside her, Sansa began to move again. With only small movements, she began to slowly thrust forward, grinding against her pussy in an agonisingly pleasurable way. Daenerys closed her eyes tightly, willing the good feeling to be outlasted by her new mistress.

'If I can just bide my time, she'll exhaust herself and I can get my revenge,' she thought to herself, but soon her thoughts became harder and harder to focus on, and her plan became secondary to the feeling building inside her.

Suddenly, Sansa grasped her hand and drew it away from her mouth, holding down against the sheets. "I want to hear you moan," Sansa said to the woman beneath her. With her mouth uncovered, she pulled back further and gave her one long thrust, and was pleased with the gasps that followed.

Arya licked her lips as she watched her older sister plunge her cock deep into the queen, it was a glorious sight. Daenerys' breathing turned to pants, to gasps and suppressed moans, while Sansa's shone with sweat above her. Eventually, the younger Stark couldn't take it anymore.

"Sansa, stop."

Sansa looked over her shoulder, pausing with the strap-on deep inside the woman beneath her. Their eyes met silently as Arya untied her britches, dropping her leather trousers and undergarments to her ankles and stepping out of them, baring the bottom half of her body to them both, her mound obscured by her dark pubes.

"Turn her over. I want to play."

Daenerys barely took in her words as she recovered from what Sansa had been doing to her, relieved that she'd been able to avoid cumming but knowing that it wasn't over yet. Sansa pulled out of her, then took her by the shoulder and turned her around, her body weak to her will, effortlessly pushed onto her back.

Sansa smiled down at Daenerys, taking a moment to admire her beauty. Her white hair spread out across the pillows, her perfect breasts displaying nipples hard from her efforts, a trimmed patch of silvery hair and underneath it, her pussy open and glistening wet. Daenerys matched her gaze with anticipation, unwilling to cover herself from her eyes despite how vulnerable she felt.

The sight of the dominating redhead was obscured as a bare leg swung across her torso and Arya straddled her abdomen, her hands immediately finding and caressing her chest. Daenerys looked down and saw Arya's pussy planted on her stomach, like she was claiming her as her own. When she moved, Daenerys saw some of Arya's wetness left behind, glimmering on her own skin.

"I thought I could sit back and watch," Arya said, placing a hand on Daenerys' head. "But I can't stand the idea of not trying you out."

Before Daenerys had a moment to react, the Northern girl shuffled forward, placing her knees on either side of Daenerys' head with her crotch above her face. Daenerys' vision was filled with her vagina, obscured by unruly pubic hair. Arya traced her hands through Daenerys' hair, tangling her fingers and getting a grip before lowering herself down onto her waiting mouth.

"Make me cum, Targaryen."

Daenerys took a preemptive gasp of air, leaving her lips parted for when Arya's pussy was pressed down upon them. She instinctively moved her tongue, gliding it between her slit and tasting her wetness as her thick bush bristled against her cheeks.

"Ooooh," Arya moaned happily as she relished the feeling, before she shifted and placed more of her weight down on Daenerys' face, gasping as the soft lips pressed against her clit. Daenerys struggled to move her tongue with Arya pushing her pussy down on her so harshly, before opting to flatten her tongue against her movements instead.

"Gods," Arya muttered as she picked up a rhythm, moving her crotch back and forward over the tongue beneath her. She was almost glad that Arya was sitting on her face, demanding her servitude. It was humiliating, sure, but she could hide her face, loyal in the moment without the complication of her own pleasure legitimising their domination.

'It was easier to please than be pleased,' she thought to herself for a moment, the thought itself transforming into a tingle in her vagina. She closed her eyes to the world, focusing on breathing and pressing her tongue up against the growing clitoris, periodically swallowing a mixture of her own saliva and Arya's flowing juices.

Two hands were placed on the inside of her thighs, pushing them apart. Daenerys wished she could see what was happening, with Arya continuing to grind against her face, hands gripping her head tightly, but it didn't take her long to find out as she felt a familiar object press against her opening.

Daenerys moaned, first in protest, then with pleasure as the tip of the strap-on slipped inside her. The moans were all the same to Arya, who bit her lip as she felt the muffled sounds vibrate against her nether regions.

Sansa was surprised at how effortlessly she slipped inside, the tight pussy of the queen so wet that it accommodated her full length, giving her the push to take the experience to the next level. Holding onto her thighs, Sansa drove into her, thrusting deeper and harder each time.

Daenerys started to panic as she felt that same feeling rise inside of her, this time climbing to the precipice faster than before. She felt completely and utterly used, with her pussy and mouth rough playthings for the Stark women above her. Unfortunately, that thought only made the feeling stronger, until she got right to the edge.

Arya noticed the change in the woman beneath her, with her tongue's movements slowing and her body tensing up. Daenerys hoped to hide her face, but Arya reluctantly pulled herself away to look down on her face in the throes of ecstasy, her lips still wet with her secretions.

She watched as her dark, thick eyebrows turned upwards, her mouth agape in silent rapture as she came. Her abdomen tensed up and she unconsciously lifted her crotch to be closer to the redhead's onslaught during the orgasm, before she passed over the peak and moaned loudly.

"Aahhhhh, mmmmm," she cooed, before leftover pulses of euphoric energy passed through her, causing her to twitch and tense up all over again, panting uncontrollably.

Daenerys looked up to see Arya smiling above, but before the humiliation of her pleasure could kick in, she sat back down on her face. Daenerys tried to keep up, messily trying to move her tongue against the wet slit above her, still overwhelmed by her own pleasure.

She soon found that her action wasn't needed, as Arya took control more, rubbing herself against Daenerys' tongue and lips with abandon, rushing towards her own orgasm. Sansa continued to piston into her pussy unrelentingly, and Daenerys felt the beginnings of yet another peak on the horizon.

Moments later, Arya's arms tensed up and clutched Daenerys by the hair, pulling her against her clit as she shuddered against her. The queen struggled without air for a few seconds as Arya came, moaning as if she'd been pent-up with sexual need.

"AAahhhh, oh my god, fuck..."

Arya placed her hand against the headboard to support herself for a moment, before falling to Daenerys' side, propped up on the pillows, exhausted. Sansa pulled out of Daenerys too, sitting back on her heels, wiping sweat from her brow. The light of the candlelight against these beads of sweat was gorgeous, Daenerys noted, seeing the Lady of Winterfell give her the same transfixed look.

Daenerys was glad that they'd stopped then, before she got too close again. Knowing they'd made her wet and turned on was one thing, it was another to take her to the peak of pleasure so easily - it felt like she was admitting something to them. On the other hand, the distant echoes of pleasure she felt inside begged for yet another, and she struggled not to imagine what it would be like if she'd been fucked just that bit longer.

Arya reached over to her, placing her thumb against her plump red lips, tracing the remnants of her own excitement across her mouth. Daenerys didn't know why, but she didn't move, letting her sensually touch her lips, then push her thumb inside, past her teeth, along her tongue.

With a look of amusement (or was it amazement?), she drew away, getting up off the bed and collecting her clothes to redress. 'Was it over?' Daenerys thought, unable to shield her mind from the disappointment she felt. Arya collected her things and, wrapping a cloak around her neck, said: "I won't be long".

Daenerys' eyes widened as she opened the door, realising that anyone near it would see the Queen of the Andals, laying across Lady Stark's bed, her face and pussy glimmering with fluid, with her tormentor sat proudly at her feet, a fake cock strapped to her waist. Thankfully, the door was shut on the affair, and Daenerys breathed a sigh of relief. Sansa sat back against the bedpost at the foot of the bed, still wearing the strap-on, and gestured for Daenerys to come closer.

Nervously, she did as she was told, bringing her knees together as she sat up, feeling the damp of the sheets beneath her from their session. 'Why am I covering myself?' she thought, 'They have seen me, and I'm just playing along until the day is done.'

As she started to crawl towards the end of the bed, Daenerys wondered why she was still here - but she felt empowered to keep going, to play the role of servant as believably as possible. Sansa pointed down to the cock still strapped to her body, the object glistening in the dim light, wet with her juices.

"Clean it," Sansa ordered sharply. Then with an amused raise of an eyebrow, addressed the uncertainty in her slave's face. "What? Never sucked a cock before?"

Even as she did as she was told, crawling on all fours toward it, her eyes focused on the task at hand, she felt half of her pull away. It was one thing to be used, another to serve in the name of pleasure - but this was just to humiliate her, and she knew as she parted her lips that she was a willing participant.

Sansa smiled broadly as Daenerys wrapped her lips around the cock, and began to stroke her hair as she brought more of its length into her mouth. Daenerys could taste herself, with her joy and excitement covering every inch of it.

"Look who's bending the knee now, your grace," Sansa taunted, unable to help herself. And as she patted the silver-haired queen on the head condescendingly she could've sworn she saw her bob her head up and down with just a little bit more enthusiasm.

She leaned in closer to her head, pushing her further down on the cock, whispering in her ear, "I hope you remember this moment next time you think to order Northerners in my castle, my home."

Sansa suddenly sat up, onto her knees on the bed, Daenerys still on all fours in front of her. "I fucked your cunt and now I'll fuck your mouth," she said, her anger returning to her as she remembered the display from the previous day."

With her hands on either side of her face, Sansa pulled Daenerys onto her cock again, pushing the tip further in. Daenerys fought against her gag reflex as it was pushed to her throat, then out again, gasping for air and leaving it drenched in her saliva. Sansa gave her a breather for a moment, and she was thankful to be able to just suck on the tip.

Sansa leaned over her, burying the cock in her mouth, thrusting her hips back and forth slightly as if on autopilot - reaching behind Daenerys to spank her waiting ass in quick, harsh blows in a row.
*Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!*

"Mmmmphhh," Daenerys moaned around the cock. She closed her eyes tightly, wincing at the sharp slaps to ass until they stopped, and Sansa once again pulled back to give her reprieve from the face-fucking. Daenerys looked up at her, breathing heavily, her mouth agape and an irresistibly cute worried look on her face.

Sansa leaned over her again and Daenerys braced herself for another spanking. Instead, she felt her fingers reach underneath and down between her legs. Four fingers touched her most sensitive place, inspecting her like she was her plaything.

Parting her lips, Sansa smiled as she found them even wetter than before, and as she reached further to grazer her little bud, Daenerys jumped, instinctively placing her hands on Sansa's hips in front of her.

*Slap!* She was spanked one last time on her ass as Sansa drew her hand away, and Daenerys could feel her wetness alongside the stinging sensation, a final confirmation to her that even the pain and humiliation of this encounter excited her.

Sansa placed hands on both her shoulders and shoved her backwards, leaving her sprawled out on the bed, on her back, legs apart. Daenerys felt so vulnerable, but still didn't close her legs. As much as she fought it, she wanted to be touched again. 'Maybe this is who I am,' she thought for a moment, still struggling with the feelings and how they clashed with her mission.

Sansa crawled above her, bringing her strap-on to her waiting opening, the lips glistening with wetness. For a moment, she teased her entrance with its tip, before drawing it away and replacing it with her fingers. She pressed down lightly on her clit, rubbing fingertips in circles around it.

"OOhhhhh," Daenerys moaned, unable to halt the pleasure in her voice. Within seconds, she could feel herself getting close again, as if all that time spent with a cock in her mouth had been teasing her, too.

Just as her brow furrowed and she closed her eyes with the growing feeling inside, Daenerys felt a sharp strike to the same spot. *Slap!* Sansa used that same hand to spank her pussy.

"Ah!" Daenerys yelped, her pre-orgasm bliss halted, yet strangely replaced with another warming feeling inside.

*Slap!* Another spank came down onto her pussy lips, leaving her pussy feeling like it was on fire. The stinging began to blend with the pleasure, and her aroused lips only became more swollen with need. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' she thought, as she felt some part of her wish for another spank.

"Do you want to be fucked again, your grace?" Sansa asked her with a smile. Daenerys felt like she couldn't do anything but match her gaze, her mouth open and her chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

Sansa began to tease her again, applying more and more pressure onto her clit. Daenerys felt completely powerless, her arms and legs limp against the bed, arousal taking over every cell in her body, and the redheaded woman she thought so feeble in control of all of it. She bit her lower lip as she felt her orgasm coming close again, and then the fingers left her again.

"Does your cunt want to be fucked?" she asked playfully, looking down on her toy with amusement. Daenerys struggled against herself, unwilling to speak yet knowing she that she not only needed to cum, but she wanted to - and despite herself, she wanted Sansa to be the one. Daenerys nodded her head, and felt the fingers against her again, hot to the touch.

"Answer me," Sansa said more forcefully, following her words up with a swift spanking to her desperate pussy.

"Ahh!" Daenerys gasped, becoming lost in the steaminess of the encounter. She thought she could get away with giving in, submitting her body, but to get through the night she realised she'd have to give more.

"Please fuck me... Lady Stark," she whimpered, her words cutting through the silence of the room. "Please fuck my cunt," she added, words that seemed impossible for her to utter just an hour ago. Without a pause, Sansa obliged, placing the tip back at her eager hole and slipping inside once more.

"OOooohh," Daenerys moaned as the cock pushed inside, guided by her vagina's plentiful juices. "Oh gods, fuck me," she let slip as Sansa drew back and thrust forward once again, bottoming out the dildo inside her.

As she pistoned in and out of her soaking wet pussy, Daenerys' moans became more uncontrollable, and she dared not cover her mouth but bit her lip to prevent the whole castle from hearing her. 'I have to be her slave,' she thought, 'I can enjoy it tonight, then have my revenge tomorrow'.

Whether or not this rationalisation was true or not, she didn't know, but the orgasm she was barrelling towards was no lie, and as Sansa began to fuck her harder and harder, she felt her eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Ahhhhh, fuckkkk," Daenerys let out in between gasps and squeals of pleasure. The orgasm hit even harder than before, and with Sansa's continued fucking extending the sensation in further waves of euphoria.

As the orgasm petered out, Sansa slowed down her movements, and Daenerys weakly opened her eyes to see she too was sweating, flushed, her eyes burning with passion. Daenerys let herself smile for the first time that evening, concentrating solely on the good feeling inside her, looking up at Sansa with a seductive look.

"Fuck me," she said amidst the receding pleasure, willing Sansa to pleasure her further, to give her more orgasms that evening. Instead, Sansa slowed further, until she was still, her cock still inside her.

'Something is off,' she thought as she caught her breath, the strap-on's rubbing motions having brought her close to orgasm herself, but not quite there yet. It was a slow process, with contact intermittent. Looking down on Daenerys' seductive expression, waiting for more, she started to doubt the prize she had captured. Her last words sounded like an order, not a plea.

'If I keep on like this, she will just revert back to her old ways, remembering this as an evening of humiliations that ended in her being serviced and pleasured by another servant,' Sansa thought, studying the woman beneath her. 'This is still a game, she's still fighting to dominate me'.

Like a bolt of lightning, Sansa remembered the words that Missandei shared with her the preceding day. The High Valerian she could not remember, but the translation given stuck with her, and she heard the beautiful servant's wisdom again.

'There are those who get fucked in the ass, and those that take them. It is the way.'

Sansa's lost expression transformed into a mischevious smile, turning Daenerys' blissful look into apprehension, wondering what else could possibly be in store for her. This wasn't exactly part of the plan, but it was impossible to turn it away.

Sansa pulled out of her pussy, the fake member soaked in her juices, and grabbed the bottom of Daenerys' thighs in each hand, pushing them back and against her torso. With her conquest in position, she lowered the cock and pressed it against the dragon queen's other hole.

'She wouldn't dare,' Daenerys thought, her panic held back by her disbelief in what was happening, even as she felt the wetness rubbed against her anus in preparation. And before she could think to protest, Sansa pushed the head inside her asshole.

Daenerys felt her ass start to stretch around the tip as the cock was edged inside slowly, giving her just enough time to let her adjust to the lubricated member. Even in the rough, powerful sex she'd had with Drogo, she'd managed to keep him satisfied with her pussy and mouth, leaving her virgin asshole straining against this new intruder.

"What are you- ugghhh"

There was pain and discomfort, but as Sansa persisted in pushing it deeper, the ridge of the head passed through and she began to accommodate for the foreign object. Sansa stared at Daenerys' ass, spreading her cheeks as she penetrated her, biting her lip at the sight.

"Ah! How dare you - ahh"

As she edged more of the member inside her, Daenerys groaned at the pain, but to her disbelief, over half of it was buried deep in her ass before long. Sansa slowly drew back, ignoring her and pushing forward again. As she built up a rhythm, the experience became even more humiliating for the queen. 'She's actually fucking me in the ass,' she thought.

"Uhh - you - uhh - bitch!" Daenerys said in between pants, feeling her anger rising in her again. Sansa merely smiled and jerked her hips forward as she pushed her cock even deeper.

"No. You're MY bitch."

As if spurred on by Daenerys' last attempt to stand up for herself, Sansa began to build up speed, until she was giving the ass-fucking the Targaryen deserved. Daenerys bowed her head, overwhelmed by the strange feeling in her rear passage, but more strange was this feeling of utter powerlessness.

She'd played the vulnerable fool before, and tonight had even given in to the pleasures of serving others, but then she'd known that she was really in charge, deep down. But as Sansa fucked her ass with increasing vigour, she felt that sense of superiority slip away, and felt wholly within the Northwoman's control.

"Uh Uh Ahh fuck," Daenerys panted as Sansa rocked her back and forth, her cock sliding in and out of her strained asshole with increasing ease. Her grunts of pain and discomfort quickly changed to ones of exertion, and before long the pain had become something else, not quite like she'd felt with Sansa inside her before, but closer to it.

Daenerys felt her body tense up uncontrollably at the realisation, inadvertently squeezing around the cock in her ass. 'This is pleasure,' she thought with dismay, 'my body likes this.'

Sansa's thrusts came harder and faster, as she began to fit more of the strap-on in Daenerys' behind. The queen gave up hiding her moans and let her voice free, the sensation of being so thoroughly fucked, so absolutely owned by another woman taking over.

She could hear Sansa too, her voice becoming ragged and high-pitched as she basked in the pleasure of fucking her. The nub of the strap-on pressed against her clit with each drive forward, until the sensation finally drove her over the edge.

"Ahhh! Fuck, you dirty slut-" Sansa gasped as she shuddered, her orgasm hitting her hard. She thrusted in once more, grinding her pussy against the strap-on and pushing the cock further into Daenerys' ass, her hands tightly grasping the pink, abused cheeks in front of her as she came down from the euphoric feeling.

"Couldn't wait then?"

Despite their surprise, neither of the entwined women had the energy to jump when they heard Arya's voice. "How the hell did you..." Sansa began as she saw her sister, nonchalantly leaning against the wall to her right, a smile on her face. She thought better of it.

"More importantly, it looks like you're finally showing the dragon bitch who's in charge around here."

Daenerys rested her head against the sheets in exhaustion. She could still feel Sansa inside her ass, and the skin radiating heat. She didn't even feign disobedience, she knew Arya was right. She wasn't exactly going to admit to them how close she was to an orgasm herself though, or that part of her wished Sansa would fuck her just a bit longer.

Instead, Sansa laughed at Arya's words, and slowly withdrew the cock from Daenerys ass, leaving her hole gaping from the ordeal. She wiped sweat from her brow before unbuckling the straps and removing the dildo entirely.

"I couldn't help myself."

Daenerys remained where she was even after she caught her breath. Part of her didn't dare move in case she was still expected to remain there until ordered otherwise. Another part of her relished being in this position, presenting her holes for either woman to use as they pleased.

"Do you still want him? He's just outside."

"Of course, go get him."

Daenerys ears pricked up at these words. 'Who the hell is 'him'?' she thought, looking to Sansa for reassurance. No words came to her as she saw Sansa, completely naked, her cheeks flushed and skin gleaming with the exertion of their lovemaking - if you could call it that.

Sansa threw a robe around her shoulders, tying it loosely at her waist before she approached Daenerys again. Squatting down to get down to her level, Sansa whispered to her.

"You're going to the edge of the bed like before, and stick your pretty arse in the air, face down. Stay perfectly still and not speak a word unless I ask you to, understood?"

Before she even thought through what she could mean, Daenerys was nodding her head and getting into position. She turned back to Sansa once she was at the edge of the bed, her behind pointed to the door.

"Do you want to cum?"

The words hit Daenerys hard, carrying with them her shame at her body's reaction. 'She knows how much I loved her fucking my ass,' she thought, 'and she wants me to say it.'

"Yes."

"You can only cum when I tell you to. But first, you're going to have to do something for me. See - there's one thing I can't do, and I'll need a little help with."

Daenerys broke the hypnotic eye contact only as the door behind her opened again. Turning to look behind her with apprehension, Daenerys held her breath at the sight of yet another guest to her humiliation. Stood arm-in-arm with Arya was a blindfolded man with short, brown hair, and a familiar face: it was Gendry, Robert Baratheon's bastard.

Daenerys looked back to Sansa with pleading eyes but didn't move a muscle, leaving her ass up in the air, her chest pressed against the bed, awaiting further instruction. Without words, she and Sansa knew what this meant, and she accepted whatever they had planned for her next.

"Take your shirt off," Arya demanded of the man.

"Easier said than done." He pulled his clothing over his head, careful not to dislodge the blindfold. Daenerys struggled to believe the situation as he revealed his perfectly sculpted torso, marked with the work of a blacksmith.

"I don't see why I have to wear this damned thing."

"I have my fun," Arya said, slipping her hand into his britches and grabbing his cock, "And you have yours."

"Whatever you say, m'lady," he grinned.

Arya pushed his trousers down further, revealing his cock to the room. She stroked its length slowly, a hungry look in her eyes, before kneeling down and taking him in her mouth. "Ohh," he murmured as she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft for a moment, before drawing back and jerking him off.

His cock now stood fully erect, thick and long and desperate to be used. Arya smiled, first at him, then turning to Daenerys. Her look was one of a predator surveying its prey. She relished the sight of the Targaryen on her hands and knees, ass waiting in the air, looking back at her with anticipation.

Out of one of her pockets she pulled a small vial, opened it, and began to dip her fingers inside, coating two of them with an oily substance. Stepping towards the queen, she touched her asshole, spreading the lubricating liquid around the small hole. Daenerys jumped at the sensation, biting her lip as she felt Arya's fingers penetrate her asshole, slowly finger-fucking her.

"I'd never let you fuck me in the ass," she said to Gendry, but looking at Daenerys. She withdrew her fingers and began to massage his cock again.

"But I know someone who would let you."

"The... the chambermaid?"

Arya smiled as she continued to stroke him, his excitement clear by what Daenerys could see of his face, and of course - his rockhard cock.

"Yes. Elissa has kindly offered up her ass for you to fill. Hasn't she?"

With these words, she reached over and spanked Daenerys. She involuntarily gasped quietly, then looking into Sansa's stern eyes, got the message and shuffled back until she could place her feet on the floor, her ass still high in the air and her face to the sheets.

She didn't dare look behind her as she waited to be penetrated again. It didn't take Gendry long to tentatively step forward and reach out to her exquisite rump, but it felt like forever as she hid her face in the covers, unable to resist the thought that she wanted him inside her.

Arya dribbled some of the same oil on his member, spreading it across the soft skin and pulling him towards Daenerys by his cock. She led him towards her tight hole, guiding the tip of his penis to her anus, holding his shaft even as he began to push past her sphincter.

"Uhhh," Daenerys grunted into the bedsheets as the head pushed past her barrier. Even after being so recently fucked, his thickness was already stretching her hole further. The pain returned, but this time it was a pain she relished for what was to come after.

Most surprising was how she felt Sansa's hand on her head, stroking her gently as if soothing her, as more of Gendry's thick manhood filled her ass. It served as a reminder, that even as another fucked her, it was really Sansa's doing. The fact that it worked, that she felt soothed, made her feel even more like her pet.

She relaxed her ass and felt him slide in a little easier with less resistance from her tight passage. "MMmhhh," she moaned, her lips pressed tightly shut so as not to speak and give away her identity. His hard-on had far more girth than the false one Sansa had used on both her holes earlier that evening, but with the aid of the lube she felt him pick up the pace quickly, the penetrative act becoming more rigorous and rhythmic as he buried most of his length inside her.

"Oh gods that feels good," Gendry gasped. Arya continued to fondle him, cupping his balls, kissing his arms, before reaching back over to Daenerys' gyrating ass and landing various spanks to her behind.

*Slap!* Daenerys bit her lip to hold back her voice. *Slap!* The sting of the spanking started to blend with the pain inside. *Slap!* The sensations mixed into a pleasure she could barely understand. *Slap!* Arya smiled at the shade of red the queen's behind now took.

Something clicked in Daenerys, and before she knew it she was giving in completely. She pushed back against Gendry, taking his organ deeper inside her, her moan coming out as a low hum against the bed below her. As she did, she released control of her own body, giving in to the pleasure she felt and the woman who made it happen.

"Ahh, fuck," Gendry panted, his thrusts into her asshole becoming smoother even as her ass gripped tightly around his erection as he pistoned in and out. She wanted more of him inside her, harder and faster, and she wanted his cum.

He could feel his orgasm growing closer, though he held back as much as he could to prolong the sensation, even if he couldn't see the beautiful sight in front of him. It didn't help that Arya's hand returned to massage his balls and stroke his skin, pressing her body against his side.

"Cum for me baby. Fuck that slut until she begs for more, fill her ass with your seed."

"Fffuck," Gendry whispered, his breathing quickening and his legs growing weak from the feeling rising from his balls. The moaning coming from the woman thrusting her ass back onto his cock pushed him further to the edge until he felt he couldn't last any longer.

Daenerys gasped as she felt his cock swell and pulsate as he reached his limit, and felt a wonderful warmth inside as he began to shoot his semen deep into her ass.

Daenerys longed for him to keep fucking her fast like before, but as he continued to cum inside her, he pulled her in for slow, deep thrusts. With each one he filled her with more of his ejaculate, a strange pleasure humming through her own body as he did. As he slowed to a halt, Daenerys felt her skin buzzing with energy. It wasn't quite an orgasm, but something close to one.

Exhausted, Gendry pulled back from her, his thick cock sliding out of her ass, still hard, wet with his ejaculate. She lay unmoving, breathing deeply to recover, leaving her legs spread and her gaping asshole on display to the two women. Daenerys could still feel his semen inside of her and wondered how long it would be before it started to drip down. This thought made her pussy tingle, begging her for release again.
Arya stroked Gendry's arm lovingly, pulled up his britches and led him away. He sighed happily, blissfully unaware that it was the queen he'd just sodomised, and not a chambermaid. Daenerys heard the door shut behind her, but didn't move, nor did she worry about what she looked like in that position anymore.

All that was on her mind was the tingling between her legs. The ass fucking Gendry had given her had taken her to the edge, and now she hovered over it, her pussy desperate for some contact, from anyone. Even in the silence, with her eyes closed, she could feel Sansa's presence in the room before she spoke.

"Does Dany want to cum?" Sansa asked, returning her hand to Daenerys' head to stroke her hair. 'Dany' was what those close to her called her, but she wasn't angry at Lady Stark using it. At this point it felt right. In response, all she could do was breathe heavily into the sheets, feeling her pussy throb with excitement.

*Slap!* Daenerys yelped as Sansa smacked her ass. She unwittingly clenched her butt after the impact, and started to feel a slow drip of Gendry's cum work its way down from her anus.

"Do you?"

"Yes... Lady Stark."

"Good girl," Sansa said soothingly, stroking her punished bottom. Even this minor contact felt good to Daenerys, who began to reach for her own nipple and pinch the hard nub, sending a jolt of pleasure through her system.

"I'm going to give you a choice, your grace. You can leave right now, or you can stay where you are and make yourself cum with your fingers."

She slipped her hand lower, touching Dany's pussy lightly, dipping her fingertips in between her nether lips. She was soaking wet.

Daenerys cringed at the last humiliation. She thought she'd gone far over the line, but giving her the choice to leave after all of this made her submission so obvious, so complete. She knew she wouldn't leave, but it took her a moment to gather the strength in her voice to say it out loud.

"I want to cum, Lady Stark... I beg of you."

With a satisfied smile, like a teacher proud of her pupil, Sansa sat on the bed beside Daenerys' bowed head and lifted her chin up to meet her eye to eye.

"As you wish."

Unlike her words, Daenerys' hands didn't hesitate. She slipped her hand under her body to her raised crotch, letting out a soft cooing sound as soon as she made contact with her pussy. She was astonished at how wet she'd gotten throughout her punishment, and lingering on the thought of how turned on she was from the butt-fucking only made her more aroused.

She'd deliberately stayed away from her clit at first, teasing herself without knowing exactly why, but once she did and felt that electric jolt of pleasure she couldn't keep away from it. Her fingers were a blur as she raced to the orgasm she'd accepted she wanted and needed. Opening her eyes for a moment, Daenerys saw Sansa sat in front of her, legs crossed and her gown raised slightly, a glimpse of her crotch on show. She couldn't help but look at the delicate nether lips and think about her taste and how much she wanted to lick her again.

"Ohhh godddss," Daenerys moaned as she reached the precipice again, closing her eyes and pressing her face to the sheets. The orgasm ripped through suddenly, more powerfully than any other that night, or that year, coating her fingers in juices and sending convulsions through her legs.

"Keep going," Sansa whispered to her as the feeling started to subside, and Daenerys did as she was told gladly.

Forcing herself past the sensitivity of her clit, she pressed down firmly on the nub and within seconds brought herself to another shuddering climax. She opened her mouth to scream yet no sound emerged, just a staggered gasp for air after the devastating orgasm rocked through her.

"What a good slut you are," she heard whispered in her ear, the sound of Sansa's voice mixing with the ebb and flow of pleasure across her body. Spent, she slumped forward, no longer able to hold her butt up on display, feeling wetness spread between her legs.

"I think it's time for you to return to your quarters, your grace."

It wasn't Sansa's voice. Daenerys lifted her head from the bed with great effort, realising with embarrassment that she'd begun to drool on the sheets, so overcome was she with pleasure. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Arya had returned, slipping into the room silently once again. 'Or had she?' Daenerys asked herself. 'Had she been there the whole time, watching her masturbate? Would she have heard anyone's arrival over her own moans?'

Daenerys knew better than to disobey Arya, who seemed to be speaking for Sansa now that it was over. Daenerys felt empty, wishing for a warm presence to comfort her... a hard object to fill her. She wanted to share Sansa's bed, but shook her head of the thought. 'I have to go back as if nothing happened,' she thought as she stood.

Daenerys spotted her torn clothing on the floor and was handed her gown and cloakby the young Stark woman. With a begrudging acceptance, she slipped the gown over her naked body and tied it tightly, then draped the loose cloak over her shoulders, preparing herself for the chilly walk through the castle corridors.

As she went to leave with Arya, she turned back to Sansa, who was now lying on the bed. She wanted to say something, or for something to be said to her, but she knew she should leave. Now she was stood and clothed, she was a queen again. 'Or am I?' Daenerys pondered. It felt more natural to call herself something else entirely when she was in Lady Stark's presence now. 'A servant, a slave, a slut.'

Wordlessly, Daenerys and Arya left the room, leaving Sansa alone. The redheaded woman exhaled deeply, letting the memory of the day wash over her. So much had happened in just one day. Yesterday she was bubbling with frustration, feeling useless. Today she felt strong, and had dominated the most feared woman in Westeros.

She had gone along with Arya's ideas for revenge, and to rebalance the power dynamic in the castle, but she hadn't believed it would have gone down like this. Every contingency that Arya thought of had come into play, and the silver-haired Khaleesi had become putty in their hands, just like her sister thought she would. She could still smell sex in the room.

Sansa was apprehensive to begin with, and had faked her confidence, but soon enough it had become real. She felt empowered by Daenerys' submission to her, but it was euphoric to see her do so with pleasure. Arya seemed to know all of this in advance, arranging them on the board like it was a game to her.

For a moment, Sansa considered who was really in charge that evening while she'd been fucking the Queen. But it was late, and she needed sleep. After all that had happened that evening, her slumber came quickly and deeply.

*****

Daenerys was thankful that Arya carried a torch with them as they walked back to her room, the fires warming her thinly-clothed body. The cloak didn't reach all the way around her, and the silk gown did little to warm her. If it were an hour with more bustle to the hallways, there would be many who noticed how little it hid her form, with her nipples standing out against the fabric.

She struggled to keep up with the pace of her silent companion, finding herself limping slightly from the thorough ass-fucking she'd received, courtesy of both house Stark and Baratheon. Daenerys felt like her body had been taken and used, and walking next to Arya, clad in her leather armour still, she still felt the sting of powerlessness.

With each step she felt the effects of their sex, making it impossible for her to distance herself from thoughts of what had happened. When she saw Arya, she thought 'this is the woman who sat on my face, insulted me, and made me wet'.

As they drew nearer, Arya took notice and slowed down slightly, a knowing smirk on her face. "I shouldn't push you too far, you did a remarkable job this evening."

Daenerys said nothing in return. The limp and ache in her rear end stopped her from regaining any haughty sense of superiority, but she felt like she owed less loyalty to this woman, a travelling Westerosi who had spent half her life away from the power of her house, than Sansa.

"I would have liked to fuck you too, but there's always next time."

Daenerys slowed to a halt. She could see the door to her chambers at the end of the corridor now, her guards in wait, but she stopped to frown at Arya's words.

"You didn't think this was over, did you?"

In truth, Daenerys hadn't thought about the future during their walk, her mind running through the evening again and again. She'd been struggling with her right to be queen and the night's desires to be submissive, to be used. But she didn't know the decision had already been made for her.

"This is our home, your grace, and you are our subject while you live within its walls."

As she spoke, Arya stepped in closer. Daenerys didn't move as she slipped her hand inside her gown, reaching around to grab her ass.

"This," she said, squeezing her butt lightly, "is ours until we say otherwise. But don't worry - if this evening is anything to go by, you're going to enjoy it even more than we do. In fact, I think you came more times than either of us did this evening. That should be rectified soon."

"Yes mistress," Daenerys said without thinking, shocking herself.

Arya smiled at her response, gave her butt cheek a light slap before withdrawing her hand and stepping away

"Goodnight, your grace," she said, bowing and turning on the spot.

*****

Daenerys slipped into her room as quickly and quietly as she could. The room was dark and dimly lit by the dying embers of the fire, highlighting Missandei's sleeping body curled up under the sheets. She added some fuel to the fire and turned it, bringing the fire back to life to warm herself before she readied herself for bed.

Missandei was a light sleeper, so had woken as soon as Daenerys had entered the room. She chose not to move, as it appeared her queen wanted to remain unnoticed, but opened one eye to watch her as she undressed facing her dresser, leaving her gown on the floor.

The servant watched with deep curiosity as Daenerys revealed she was completely naked underneath the gown. 'Did she leave her clothes behind with him?' she thought, after long ago guessing it was Jon Snow that her Khaleesi had visited that night.

The longer she looked, the more she discovered, after the flickering fire gained strength and brought more light to the room. Her behind was pink, practically red, a stark contrast from her usually pale white skin; shades of punishment. And as she bent over to search through a drawer low to the floor, Missandei had to hold back a gasp.

Missandei had seen her queen's private parts more times than she could count, as both the woman who bathed and pleasured her. But as Daenerys bent over, she noticed a white, thick liquid drip down from her asshole. It was unmistakable.

As it ran further, nearing her vagina, Daenerys reached behind and wiped some of it away, her hand lingering around the area for a moment, as if deep in thought. As if relishing a memory. When she turned, Missandei closed her eyes and feigned sleep again, and Daenerys climbed back into bed.

'lī qilōni tepagon pōja gundja se lī qilōni kipagon,' Missandei thought, not daring to say the words aloud.

There was no doubt, the khaleesi had submitted her ass to him. Missandei thought she knew everything about the woman, but it appeared she didn't. Vowing to keep a closer eye on it in the future, the Naathi woman went to sleep, allowing herself to imagine the sordid details of Daenerys' evening.