Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Sansa Stark's heart pounded in her chest as she listened to the list of titles of the Dragon Queen Daenerys Targaryen. She had once promised she would never go south again, but here she was, in the presence of another possibly mad Queen who could so easily make her life a living hell. And yet, she had no choice. Alone the North couldn't defeat the army of the dead, let alone the Lannister army.

For that matter they couldn't beat the Dragon Queen, so their best option was to make peace with Daenerys Targaryen, and hope she wasn't as mad as her father, or the Lannisters. Her brother Bran had a plan, which might be their only chance, but she didn't like it, especially considering it wasn't just her own life she was risking, but the people she loved the most.

Of course she had begged Arya not to come with them, but no one was as stubborn as Arya Stark, and they both knew that Sansa wouldn't have had a chance of talking her out of it before they became lovers. Now they were lovers, and more importantly Sansa was her little sister's bitch, she didn't have a chance of talking her out of it. And it was selfish, but Sansa was almost glad for that, as she found Arya's presence comforting.

Not that she, or anyone could protect her from a Dragon, but the redhead needed all the courage she could muster while in the presence of such a terrifying beauty. She almost wished she insisted on letting Arya do the talking, but that certainly wasn't her sister's specialty. No, it was Sansa's, which was why she had to be the one to speak.

"Thank you for travelling so far my Lady, I hope the seas weren't too rough." Daenerys smiled.

"The winds were kind, your grace." Sansa blushed a little, hating how beautiful the silver haired woman was. It was very distracting.

There was a brief pause and then Arya spoke up, "We bought you a gift."

"Oh?" Daenerys raised an eyebrow was a hooded woman nervously stepped forward, "And you are?"

"Margaery Tyrell, your grace." Margaery introduced herself as she removed her hood, "Former Queen Of The Seven Kingdoms."

"Huh..." Daenerys was so unable to hide her surprised that she and her advisers were stunned into silence for a few long seconds before she simply stated, "I had it on good authority you were dead."

"I would have been, if it hadn't been for House Stark, your grace." Margaery explained, "They saved myself and my brother from the flames, and arranged safe passage to Winterfell. We have been recovering their ever since. You see, we once did House Stark a favour. It was not our main intention, but we did it, and House Stark rewards kindness with kindness. They are allies you can depend upon."

"It seems so..." Daenerys said softly, before smiling, "And I'm sure your grandmother will be pleased to see you again."

"As I will be pleased to see her, your grace." Margaery smiled.

"Still, you do now provide a complication, given you have a claim to the throne I seek." Daenerys said dryly.

"I do not see it that way, your grace." Margaery confessed.

"How so?" Daenerys raised an eyebrow.

"My House has already pledged itself to your cause. It does not have the men to take King's Landing on it's own, not even with the help of the North. And certainly not the amount to pose a threat to you." Margaery pointed out, cautiously approaching the throne, "I confess, I am envious of you, and even Cersei. I wanted to be THE Queen, and I was three times crowned, and yet, I never held a fraction of the power you both now possess. But I have no desire to take it from you. In fact, the truth is I am weary of the Game of Thrones, and very much wish to retire from it. So, if you must feed me to your Dragons, so be it. Part of me would even welcome the release of death. But if you allow me to serve you, I will tell anyone who will listen that you are the true and rightful Queen Of The Seven Kingdoms. And that Cersei Lannister is a mad woman, who murdered thousands in an attempt to kill me, and failed. And doesn't have a fraction of the claim that you have. So please, your grace, allow me to serve you in whatever way I can."

There was a brief silence after Margaery's speech, and then Daenerys simply asked, "Will you bend the knee?"

Doing just that Margaery replied flirtatiously, "Here, and anywhere you want, your grace."

"Excellent." Daenerys smiled, "You may rise and take your place by my side."

"Thank you, your grace." Margaery bowed her head, and slowly got up, "You honour me."

Daenerys smiled, and turned to her other guests, "I must confess, I was not expecting such a wonderful gift. Thank you."

"You're welcome, your grace." Sansa smiled in return.

"I assume you are also here to bend the knee?" Daenerys gently pushed.

"We are not." Sansa said boldly.

"Oh. That's unfortunate." Daenerys said dryly, "You travelled all this way to break faith with House Targaryen?"

"Break faith?" Arya laughed, before pointing out, "Your father burned our grandfather and uncle alive, and he would have burned the seven kingdoms if-."

"Which we acknowledge is no fault of yours." Sansa added quickly, "But it did sever the ties between our Houses. Surely you must acknowledge that?"

There was a brief pause and then Daenerys nodded, "I do. My father, was an evil man... on the behalf of House Targaryen I apologise, and ask for forgiveness for the crimes he committed against your family. And I ask you not to judge a daughter by the sins of her father. But surely you must acknowledge that time has passed. From what I hear we share an enemy in Cersei Lannister, who might want to destroy you even more than me. So let's joined together and defeat her, then I will name one of you, or your brother, who I was expecting, as Warden of the North."

"Do you blame him for not coming?" Arya grumbled.

"He wanted too, but we talked him out of it." Sansa quickly added, "He, and my sister here, are very protective of me, but they know nothing about the Game of Thrones. I, on the other hand, survived King's Landing as a political prisoner, and observed while others... negotiated, around me. That is why we are here. To negotiate peace between us. And yes, to unite against a common foe."

"So far, I am not impressed." Daenerys said dryly.

Sansa took a calming breath, and then explained, "I don't know what you've been told about the North, but the Lannisters took it from us. Murdered our father, mother and brothers and made a mockery of them. Our House was declared dead by traders who spat on our grave, and yet like a Phoenix we have risen from the ashes and taken what is rightfully ours. Does this sound familiar to you?"

"Very." Daenerys admitted with a smile, "And to do it as women..."

"It wasn't easy, but we were underestimated. And at times, we had help from the right people." Sansa smiled, before slowly frowning slightly, "And now what? We just give up our hard fought Independence without a second thought? With all due respect your grace, you don't know the North. But we do. It is filled with proud, stubborn old men and young pups who don't know any better. They would rather die than submit without a fight. At least not without something in return. And words of protection simply aren't enough. Not when we have been lied too and betrayed so recently. No, you want the North to bend the knee to you willingly? Then save us from our enemies. Allow us to stand together, as allies first, and destroy those who would wish to harm us and this country. Prove yourself a saviour, and not a conqueror, and earn the North's respect. Earn our respect. Earn our loyalty back and House Stark will serve House Targaryen like we did for thousands of years."

There was a brief pause and then Daenerys chuckled, "I admit, I'm impressed."

Another brief pause, then Sansa nervously replied, "Thank you, your grace."

Yet another pause, and then Daenerys said, "I agree to your terms, and welcome House Stark as my new allies."

"Thank you, your grace." Sansa beamed.

"Thank you, your grace." Arya parroted sincerely, doing her bit.

"But this discussion is not over, as I plan to rule seven Kingdoms, not six." Daenerys pointed out.

"We understand, your grace." Sansa nodded.

There was then yet another pause as Daenerys looked them up and down before suggesting, "Where are my manners? You must be tired from your long journey. Go with my guards and they will show you to your rooms. Then we will have dinner together."

"That's kind of you your grace, but you will be busy." Sansa said, before quickly explaining when Daenerys frowned at her, "It will take you the rest of the day to get to High-garden, where we have it on good authority that the Lannister armies are marching towards."

Daenerys looked stunned for a moment, then asked, "And how do you know this?"

"Short version? We have eyes in the right places." Arya quipped.

"More importantly, I know how Cersei thinks. And what she needs." Sansa quickly added, "And what she needs, is money. The Lannisters may be famous for being rich, but wars are costly, and they've had a lot of them lately. As a result of that, and many other things, they and the Crown is deeply in debt, and outnumbered by your army. The only way Cersei can acquire the funding to become a true threat to you is by taking it from House Tyrell. It is their only option, so as a result she is risking the only army she has marching across large open fields. I hear that the Dothraki excel in that kind of environment. But of course, I'm a stranger and you should not have to take my word for it. So ask your Hand, my husband, Lord Tyrion, if he thinks it is likely that his sister would do such a thing."

There was a brief moment of silence, then Daenerys turned to Tyrion, who advised her, "You must go at once, your grace. I fear I've underestimated my sister terribly."

Again there was silence and then the Queen nodded, getting to her feet and warning, "If your words are true I shall be eternally grateful. But if this is some kind of trick..."

"No tricks." Sansa promised.

"In the name of our father Ned Stark, we are telling you the truth." Arya swore.

Understanding the meaning behind that Daenerys nodded, "We shall speak soon."

With that Daenerys Targaryen took her leave, Sansa watching her go longingly. Gods, why did she have to be so beautiful? It made Sansa want to fall to her knees and beg for the honour of worshipping her. But she had to think of Arya, and more importantly the North.

To her credit she managed to stay strong throughout that first meeting, but it was only a matter of time before her newly embraced submissive side surfaced. Luckily Arya was there to deal with that, which looked as if it would be extremely necessary given the way that the Dragon Queen was looking at them almost throughout the talking, all but confirming the rumours about her were true.

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It wasn't until the next day Daenerys returned, most of her Dothraki apparently intact, which was actually kind of scary. Rumours of a great victory echoed throughout Dragonstone, so by the time that the Starks and Margaery were summoned to the throne room once again it became fairly obvious they were there for favourable reasons.

The look on Daenerys's face seemed to confirm it, and oh Gods, that smile! How was anybody supposed to think with such a beautiful thing directed at them? Luckily for the big gay mess which was Sansa Stark, she could rely on Arya to do the talking, and cementing this part of their alliance was definitely her expertise, leaving Sansa just to stare longingly at the beautiful woman like the hopeless bottom she was.

"It seems Starks truly are great allies." Daenerys praised as her new friend's entered.

"I take it that it went well?" Arya grinned.

"Well, I certainly have fewer enemies now." Daenerys smirked. There was a brief pause, then Daenerys ordered her guards, "Leave us."

As the other guards began to leave Jorah pleaded, "Khaleesi, I beg of you to reconsider this. The stories we have heard-"

"I have nothing to fear from Lady Stark." Daenerys dismissed him, before pointing out the obvious, "They have just pledged themselves to my cause, and helped secure a great victory. And they are surrounded by my army and dragons, who would respond very negatively to my assassination. Now go."

Sir Jorah briefly hesitated, then did as he was told, causing Arya to smirk, and then when he and the others had left she addressed the Queen, "You like women, your grace?"

Daenerys raised an eyebrow, "You're very forward, my Lady."

"And what do you call summoning me and my lovers to your chambers for sex?" Arya mocked.

"Lovers?" Daenerys frowned, before a look from the brunette caused her eyes to go wide, "Oh."

"Does that shock you?" Arya smirked, "I thought the Targaryens invented incest."

Daenerys stayed silent for a few long seconds, then pointed out, "The only family I've ever known was my brother, who in his final moments threatened to kill me and my unborn child. I did not mourn his death, and I have no fond memories of him."

More silence, then Arya said, "This world is a cruel and brutal place. We have to squeeze every bit of enjoyment out of it as possible."

"I agree as a general rule, but... sister and sister? I'm not sure whether to be appalled, or intrigued." Daenerys confessed, although from the intrigued tone of her voice she seemed to have already made up her mind, which surprised even her. Then Daenerys questioned, "Is this true, Lady Sansa? Are you and your sister lovers?"

"Yes your grace." Sansa replied without hesitation.

"Lady Margaery?" Daenerys questioned.

Margaery hesitantly looked at her lovers, then the former Queen confirmed, "I, I confess your grace I love the Stark sisters more than most would deem appropriate. Both of them. And they love me. And each other."

"We do." Sansa blushed, glancing with affection at her lovers, "So very much."

"Yes." Arya murmured, briefly overwhelmed by the admittedly sappy exchange, before turning her attention back to the Queen and explaining, "We're not sure why, but it seems to work for us. Like your ancestor, and his sister wives."

There was more silence, and then Daenerys enquired, "So, are you here to disappoint your Queen?"

"No, your grace." Arya confessed with a wicked grin.

Returning that wicked grin with a soft smile Daenerys murmured, "Good, but understand this little girl, I'm in charge. I am the Queen. I am your Queen. I expect you all to act accordingly. And address me properly."

"Yes, your grace." Arya confessed with a wicked grin.

Daenerys smirked, "Then take off your clothes. All of you."

Daenerys watched as Lady Sansa and Lady Margaery did as they were told immediately, thus proving themselves as all loyal servants to the Crown. Perhaps more importantly, as bottoms. In Margaery's case she obviously comfortable with this from the start, as she moved slowly and sensually, assisting the obviously far more nervous Sansa in the process.

However Lady Arya remained fully clothed for quite some time, at first just grining at her wickedly, before turning her attention to them and simply enjoying the show. Then, just as Daenerys was about to push the issue, Arya started to take off her own clothes, her leather pants and shirt much quicker and easier to remove than the dresses worn by the other women.

When those women were not all naked, more or less at the same time, Daenerys took a long sip of her wine, stood up and walked around their bodies, taking her time to admire each one in turn, before finally ordering, "You claim to be lovers? Prove it."

This time it was Arya who was first to obey, quickly turning to her sister, spinning Sansa to face her and then yanking her down into a passionate kiss which took both The Lady Of Winterfell and The Mother Of Dragons off-guard. It was just so deliciously twisted and so wonderfully wrong that Daenerys could not tear her eyes away from it.

Not until Arya moved on to kissing Margaery, and then allowing the two women to kiss, and even then it was just to finish her drink. Then Arya approached her with almost frightening boldness, Daenerys preventing her from advancing just long enough to regain some control, before pulling her in for a deep kiss. And so it went on like this for a little while, Daenerys sampling each of the lips and tongues on offer.

After their second kiss Arya told the Queen, "You'll find myself and Margaery are some of the most experienced cunt lickers in all of the Seven Kingdoms, but I highly recommend giving my sister the honour of being the first to taste you. She was truly born for it."

"Oh yes." Margaery beamed in agreement, before quickly clarifying, "It would be a great honour, your grace, to please you in any way I can. But Sansa Stark was born to please women. I guarantee you won't find a better pussy pleaser."

"We shall see." Daenerys murmured while eyeing the redhead, "As long as Lady Sansa can convince me how badly she wants to please me."

Sansa smiled rather shyly, and becomingly, and then slowly fell to her knees in front of Daenerys while pleading, "Please your grace, may I have the honour of licking your cunt? It is true, I feel as if I was born for it. And I live for it. I would consider it a great honour to be allowed to lick your cunt. Please, allow me that honour, I promise to give you greater pleasure than any mere whore could give you."

"Quite the claim." Daenerys purred, "I look forward to your attempt to live up to those words... you may start with my feet, and work your way up while your lovers remove my clothes."

"Yes your grace." Sansa replied eagerly, The Lady Of Winterfell leaning over and beginning to slowly kiss the feet of her Queen.

Both Margaery and Arya echoed Sansa's final words, albeit Arya sounding a little half-hearted, and maybe even reluctant to have to say those words. She was however far more enthusiastic to follow through with the order, practically tearing Daenerys's dress to get it off of her.

Then in another bold move the smaller girl once again pulled the Queen down into a kiss, although this time Daenerys didn't resist at first to save face. No, she just allowed it to happen, and really enjoyed it, just as much as she enjoyed kissing Margaery moments later, Daenerys then started going back and forth between them as Sansa's lips covered one foot then the other.

It took longer than Daenerys had imagined for Sansa's lips to start heading north, although it coincided with Arya beginning to kiss her neck and the same time that Margaery's lips were pressed against her own, giving Daenerys a truly unique sensation which almost made the whole night worth it. After all, she had bedded multiple whores and handmaidens at the same time, but they had all been trying to impress her alone.

These women were working together, and it was intoxicating, which was why she didn't complain when they made moves without being told to do so. By kissing her neck, and eventually licking and sucking her tits, which again Arya was the first to do. Partly because she was the right height for it, and partly because of her boldness, which was admirable. For now.

Sansa had heard tales of the Dragon Queen's great beauty, but she had truly believed Daenerys Targaryen couldn't compare to the woman she loved until she saw her for herself. Even then she wondered if it was some kind of trick, or she was somehow hideous beneath her clothes, because it will seem too good to be true.

Yet it seemed the stories didn't do her justice, and she was not only as beautiful as her lovers, but as effortlessly dominant as Arya, if not more. Perhaps she would find out soon enough, but for now Sansa was more than content with worshipping her Queen with her lips, first sliding them all over her feet and then slowly working her way upwards over those long legs.
Though it felt like an eternity until she actually reached her destination Sansa had learned long ago that if something was worth doing, it was worth doing it right, and for better or for worse she had learned several lessons in patients. So she took her time, did her best to worship Daenerys Targaryen as she obviously deserved to be worship, the entire time her heart was racing with desire to reach her destination.

When she did Sansa savoured the moment for a few long seconds, before closing her eyes, leaning forward, sticking out her tongue and slowly sliding it along Daenerys's pussy lips, making sure to start at the bottom and make her way to the top, just as her precious Margaery had originally taught her all those years ago.

For it she was rewarded with the same kind of beautiful cries, whimpers and moans she was used to getting from women, which was almost as good as receiving it from Arya and Margaery. Maybe even better, because they were proof that she was pleasing the most powerful woman she'd ever met, solidifying their alliance and with it the safety of her people and her lovers.

It also solidified Sansa was a muff muncher through and through. There had been little doubt at this point, but Sansa was so overjoyed at the further proof that this really was where she belonged, on her knees and submitting to more dominant women, and not merely lying back and being bored while a man tried to please her, like she assumed was the fate of most women in the world. Gods, she was so lucky.

It wasn't something she thought a lot, given the horrors she'd faced growing up, but in moments like this she truly felt lucky. Luckier than she had ever imagined, especially during those previously mentioned horrors.

After all she was on her knees feasting on another woman's delectable treat, her first love and sister helping her please this beautiful Queen with their mouths and eventually their hands. Which made Sansa hope for similar treatment, because while it was overwhelming to be double teamed she could hardly contain her excitement at the idea of being triple teamed. Especially given Arya's wonderfully wicked plan for it.

Margaery was very much looking forward to executing that part of Arya's plan, and she'd be lying if she claimed her mind didn't wander to that from time to time. However it was rude to do such a thing when she was kissing such a beautiful woman, and sucking on her tits, so she did her best to focus on the moment.

Especially as this was The Mother Of Dragons, who could change her mind and have her killed at any moment. After all, Targaryens were notoriously crazy, and Margaery didn't know Daenerys enough to know whether she was safe. Fortunately it was easy to concentrate on kissing Daenerys, as she was really good at it. Besides, every so often Arya would pull her into a kiss, or squeeze her ass, which made for a nice distraction.

Then Arya moved on to the next part of her plan, leaning up so she could whisper as close to Daenerys's ear as she could get, "Tell me Queenie, have you ever had your arse licked?"

Daenerys raised an eyebrow, then after letting out a loud moan from a lick she raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why? Are you offering?"

"Later." Arya promised, "But I promised Margaery she would have the first turn rimming you, if Sansa got the first turn licking your pussy."

"Sounds fair." Daenerys moaned with another little grin.

"I think so, your grace." Margaery eagerly spoke up, softly speaking into Daenerys's other ear, "Oh please, please may I have the honour of eating your ass? It's only fair I get a first too, and as my Lady Starks will tell you, I'm very good at it."

"Mmmmm yes, very good indeed." Arya quickly agreed, "And my two bitches, licking front and back holes? Ohhhhh, you'll struggle to find a better feeling my Queen, I promise you that."

"Very well." Daenerys agreed hoarsely, "Lady Margaery, you may have the honour of licking my ass hole like a desperate whore."

"Thank you, your grace." Margaery grinned eagerly, quickly moving behind her Queen and dropping to her knees.

Every single part of Daenerys Targaryen was beautiful, and while Margaery had been concentrating on other things she was delighted to see that her ass was just as wonderful. Perhaps one of the best, which was really saying something considering the quality of ass Margaery had been worshipping lately.

Maybe not as good as Sansa's perfect bottom, although admittedly Margaery was extremely biased in that regard. But she was still left just staring at it for a few long moments, especially as thinking of Sansa made her think of ass fucking Sansa, which in turn made her think of doing the same to Daenerys. Oh Gods, to sodomise Daenerys Targaryen? Now that was something Margaery was really hoping to get the chance to do.

In the meantime Margaery lean forward to press her lips to her Queen's bottom, a long lingering peck at first, before covering those cheeks in kisses as Arya giggled, "Oooooh yes, one Queen kissing the arse of another. Mmmmm, that's so fucking hot. Oh, hey... how about instead of kneeling next time, we just have Margaery doing this to show she understands who truly is Queen now. Maybe Sansa too. Oh, and that bitch Cersei. Wouldn't that be fun? Yeahhhh, I bet the noble houses would just love that. Margaery Tyrell, on her knees in the middle of the throne room and kissing the arse of our new Queen, Daenerys Targaryen. Oh yeah, I'd love to see that."

"I bet you would." Daenerys quipped.

It was an idle threat, Margaery had no doubt of that, but there was part of her that was afraid the new Queen would take it seriously. Because it was something she would do of course, without question, but it would be a further shaming Margaery would hate to inflict upon her house, or her own reputation. Although admittedly, the idea was more than a little exciting to her.

Luckily she didn't focus on it too much, as Arya went back to sucking Daenerys's tits, while Margaery gently pulled those ass cheeks wide apart so she could get all the access she wanted to give Daenerys's butt hole a thorough licking. Which was exactly what she did, starting out with a slow and steady licking before swirling her tongue around that target, just like Arya had taught her.

Even though she had been with many, many women in her life it was really only after she had come to Winterfell that she had begun to eat ass, which was a marvellous time to start, as both Stark girls had two of the best butts in all of the Seven Kingdoms, with Daenerys's beautiful backside being easily just as good. And just as tasty.

Perhaps not as good as what Sansa was receiving, or was about to receive, but Margaery so thoroughly enjoyed herself, as she always did when she was in this incredibly submissive position. Especially when she got permission to start literally shoving her tongue up her new Queen's butt, even if like with Arya's ass before it Margaery didn't get very far. Unlike with Sansa's whore ass. Which was fine, because with Sansa's help, it more than did the trick.

Daenerys never wanted this moment to end. All these women on her at the same time, like her children with a juicy piece of meat, except it was a very good kind of being devoured. The kind which left her trembling with pleasure as multiple mouths continued working on her with almost unfathomable skill.

Because again, this wasn't something unfamiliar to her, and she had even had this exact same experience before, albeit less skilled. And perhaps more importantly, that was from whores and handmaidens, this was three of the most highborn girls left in the Seven Kingdoms, maybe the world, and easily the prettiest worshipping her at the same time.

The only question was now, how long could she handle it. Because part of her wanted to beg for more already, but it was just too good to end prematurely. Besides, if she wanted to be Queen she had to be strong, always, but especially with people that she just met. Also, given how good this was, Daenerys wanted to try breaking her personal record.

Fortunately Arya helped her a great deal with that, because whenever Sansa's tongue would linger on her clit or entrance for a bit too long, or Arya bit down on her nipples, even when Margaery was pressing particularly lingering kisses to her backside and Daenerys fought the urge to demand more Arya would kiss her until the moment passed.

When that happened the first time Daenerys whimpered with relief into Arya's mouth, and even rewarded her by allowing her to control that kiss. Okay, so she was feeling overwhelmed, but still. The problem was that she continued feeling overwhelmed. Too overwhelmed to take back control or to demand more, and then when she did she was once again silenced by Arya's lips.

Which was almost a kind of torture, one which Daenerys allowed herself to endure for several long minutes of admittedly amazing pleasure. Then she bit down on Arya's lips, causing the brunette to cry out and step back, then after briefly holding her hand to her lip and then seeing blood on it Arya gave her an impressed smile.

With the taste of blood still in her mouth Daenerys growled, every bit the Dragon, "Make me cum now! Your Queen demands it. Mmmmm yessssssss, now! Fuck me now! Fuck me with your tongue! Make me, oooooooh yesssssssss, oh fuck me, yes, yes, yeeeeeeeessssssssss, ohhhhhhhhhhhh Goooooodddddddsssssssss!"

For better or for worse she barely got started before two tongues rammed her front and back holes. They didn't make much progress with the back hole, given the only thing to even partly enter it before was a finger, but her front hole welcomed Sansa's tongue like a much-desired house guest.

Those things combined almost instantly sent Daenerys over the edge, and all it took was a little more tongue fucking to give Daenerys one of the hardest climaxes of her life. It was quickly followed by another, and another, and another, with the only thing that could have been better being if Arya had done more than stand back and smirk. Although that was fine, because Margaery and Sansa proved themselves more than up for the task.

Sansa was almost desperate to prove that as she moved her tongue the second that her new Queen came in her mouth and wrapped her lips tightly around that entrance so she could swallow at least the majority of that precious liquid, just like Arya had trained her to do. And to Sansa's credit, and more importantly credit to her sister's training, the redhead not only swallowed the majority, but every drop of that first orgasm, and the majority of the next.

After that Sansa wasn't quite so fortunate, but to be fair the Targaryen started grinding her cunt against Sansa's face, making swallowing a lot harder. Which in turn wasn't all the fault of Daenerys, or Sansa for that matter. It was also Margaery's.

As much as Sansa usually love to team with Margaery whenever they pleasured Arya she couldn't help but wish she was alone in making this new Queen cum now. Hopefully she would be given the privilege of some one on one time with her in the near future, because Sansa really wanted her all to herself in that moment.

Especially if Daenerys was even half the dominating top that she seemed to be. Of course at the same time this was a Targaryen, so having the two women she most loved, one of whom was an assassin, there was very comforting in that moment. And also elevated the eroticism to an almost unbearable level, something which was only intensified when the top pushed the faces of the two bottoms deep into her pussy and ass and started grinding against them as roughly as she could.

Luckily this was something that Arya frequently did to them, so when the time came both Sansa and Margaery were able to push past any light-headedness they were feeling at not being able to breathe properly and just concentrate on sticking out their tongues so that Daenerys Stormborn could rub herself against them.

Well, Sansa assumed Margaery was doing this too given how hard their new Queen was cumming, but either way they were in it together, and it was much more important for Sansa's tongue to remain out as Daenerys would be able to bash her clit against it. Besides, having her mouth open when she still got a decent amount of cum squirted straight down her throat, which Sansa always loved. Maybe not quite as much as when Arya or Margaery did it, but it was still amazing.

It also wasn't quite as satisfying having her face covered in girl cum as with Arya or Margaery, it still further solidified Sansa as a cunt craving dyke whore, a title which suited her far better than The Lady Of Winterfell. Sansa was then given a further chance to prove that as her Queen pulled her face out of her cunt, and Margaery out of her arse, and then in a move straight out of Arya's playbook stepped back and then gently press their heads together.

Instantly taking the hint Sansa and Margaery passionately kissed each other, sharing the taste of pussy and arse, much to the delight of the two tops who chuckled at the sight before settling to watching it for a few long minutes. So much so that Sansa worried that she became so consumed with kissing Margaery that she had missed something.

Although fortunately, that wasn't the case, as Sansa heard her sister loudly and clearly turned to their new Queen and asked, "So, your grace, do you wish to fuck my sister now, or do you need to rest first?"

"A kind offer, but I couldn't possibly wait any longer to fuck your sister." Daenerys firmly stated, albeit with a tiny smile, "Lady Sansa, Lady Margaery, stop sharing my juices like the greedy sluts you are and get me a toy to fuck you with."

"Yes your grace." Margaery replied, quickly recovering after the kiss.

"Yes your grace." Sansa hoarsely replied seconds later.

"Make that three." Arya quickly corrected, turning to her new Queen to explain, "Margaery and I have been using toys to share our beloved Sansa. Or share Margaery with Sansa. Just so long as I'm on top, pounding an arse hole. But now you're here, we can finally make The Lady Of Winterfell air tight. Oh yes, a cock in all my sister's holes. Pussy, mouth and arse, all at the same time. As long as that is agreeable to you, my Queen."

"That is very agreeable to me." Daenerys grinned wickedly, thoroughly delighted by just how nasty these girls were, "And I really look forward to sodomising a Stark."

"I'm sure you do." Arya smirked, before turning to the bottoms, "What are you waiting for bitches? Get us some cocks!"

"Yes my Lady." Margaery quickly responded again.

"Yes my Lady." Sansa blushed with embarrassment, but also hurried with excitement to do as she was told.

"Just as long as I get her ass first, of course." Daenerys said.

"But of course, your grace." Arya agreed with a smile, then ordering once her bottoms returned with the toys and strapped them around their waists, "Now suck them sluts! Oh yes, get them nice and ready for Sansa's hot little fuck holes! Us first, then Sansa gets to suck her precious Margaery's dick. Oh yes, ooooooh, good girls."

Arya watched with delight as she was obeyed once again, and more importantly it was her own dear sister who knelt before her, first to help Arya into the harness and then Sansa took that dick into her mouth and started eagerly sucking on it. It was a sight which Arya would never get tired of seeing, and was so lost in it that she almost didn't notice Margaery kneeling down in front of their Queen and taking her cock into her mouth.

To Arya's credit she was able to spare a glance or two, but then the Stark sisters locked eyes, and how could the brunette possibly be blamed for becoming lost in the way that that pretty red head bounced up and down her dick? Especially given what they were about to do.

Of course while Arya loved the mental high receiving a blow job from a beautiful woman, especially her sister, she couldn't feel it like a men would, and more importantly it wasn't nearly as pleasurable for that other woman. So while it was a pleasurable few minutes by the end she was on the verge of ordering Sansa to move on when the taller girl obliged, crawling over to Margaery and strapping the toy to her while her friend continued giving 'head' to the Targaryen.

Then Margaery apologetically moved away from their Queen's toy so she could lay in the centre of the room and allow Sansa to prepare her for what was to come, which was normally Sansa riding Margaery's dick with her pussy so Arya could have her sister's arse. But Daenerys had call dibs on that, and while going second was nothing to sneeze at Arya suddenly got a better idea.

So Arya lay down next to the Tyrell and ordered, "Sansa, get your slutty little cunt on my dick! Oh yes, that's more than enough preparation for the likes of you, so let's get this party started."

"Yes my Lady." Sansa eagerly replied and obeyed.

"Not joining me in fucking your sister's ass?" Daenerys questioned in disbelief.

"On the contrary, were all getting a piece of this arse tonight." Arya boasted, slapping Sansa's bottom now it was in range, causing the older sister to cry out while the younger one continued explaining herself, "Oh yeah, three nice, big Lady cocks which will never go soft, all in my hot sister's arse! Yeahhhhhhh, one by one we're all going to be deep inside Sansa's arse tonight, and while you might have at first my Queen I shall be the one who goes last, at which point she shall be all mine once again. Mmmmmm yesssssss, my sister's arse will be all mine! And then I shall show the two of you how to properly bugger an anal whore of Sansa Stark's calibre."

Daenerys stared daggers at her rival for a few long seconds, before simply scoffing, "We shall see."

"We will." Arya agreed pettily, before turning her attention back to her dear sister.

While Arya and Daenerys were bickering Sansa had pushed her kid sister's cock into her cunt and pushed herself most of the way down it, completing the penetration moments after she got Arya's full attention again. The two sisters then exchanged a loving smile, and then without being asked the older one started thrusting herself up and down the younger one's cock.

Arya suppose that technically she should punish Sansa for this, but it seemed counter-productive to punish a horny little whore for simply being herself. Besides, it was one of Arya's favourite things about the lanky slut. So instead she decided to reward her, with a finger up the bum, the brunette barely taking the time to spit on that digit before shoving it straight into the redhead's arse.

Predictably that was all it took for the finger to slide into Sansa's forbidden hole. Sure, she went slowly, but even if she had been fast Arya suspected it would be just as easy. Because again, her big sister, The Lady Of Winterfell, was just a natural anal whore. Also Arya sodomised her dear sweet sister multiple times a day.

That probably had something to do with it. And why, just as predictably as the ease of the entry, Sansa cried out with pure pleasure at the anal penetration, and then stared with a intense mixture of love and lust at Arya as she began pumping that finger in and out of that most private of holes. Although of course Sansa continued looking at her that way as things got even better for the twisted little whore.

"Is your sister's ass ready to be used?" Daenerys asked lustfully, and impatiently.

For a few long seconds Arya ignored her Queen in favour of picking up the pace of the anal fingering, and then she reluctantly replied, "I suppose."

"Excellent." Daenerys beamed, moving into position, "Then be a good girl, and spread your sisters cheeks for me."

"Of course, my Queen." Arya forced a smile, then wanting to maintain some dominance encouraged, "Fuck her arse, Targaryen! Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhh, I want to see my sister bitch getting fucked in the bottom by a Queen."
"As you wish, my Lady." Daenerys smirked.

Daenerys was only too happy to oblige, pressing the tip of her cock against Sansa's ass hole and then push forwards until that tiny little forbidden hole stretched wide enough for her to enter it. Oh yes, Sansa Stark's most private hole stretched wide open and the head of Daenerys's dick slid through it and into the other girl's bottom, a truly beautiful sight Daenerys always savoured.

She would have thought nothing could distract her from it, but the Mother of Dragons was completely taken off guard when the Stark girl cried out in pure pleasure. At first Daenerys was sure that she was mistaken, as such a thing couldn't be possible, and yet it was followed up with whimpers and coos which sounded just as pleasant.

"Did, did she just moan?" Daenerys asked in disbelief.

"I told you Queenie, Sansa Stark is the biggest anal whore in all of the Seven Kingdoms." Arya beamed proudly.

It was a boast which Daenerys had heard from a lot of whores, and even some of the slaves that she had freed and then willingly shared her bed, but none of them had actually enjoyed getting their ass hole penetrated, so apparently Arya was speaking the gospel truth about her sister.

Which Daenerys would have mentioned, if she wasn't so blown away by Sansa's sluttiness, and well, just the first few inches of her strap-on in cased in that perfect little bottom. Then, as the moment had passed and she was eager to move on, Daenerys simply concentrated on pushing more of her dick into Sansa's ass, which got the same results. Oh yes, Sansa cried out, moaned and gasped in pure pleasure, like a whore trying to impress.

Was that what this was? The Lady Of Winterfell casting her own welfare aside just to impress her? Was she really that good an actress? Or just that desperate for Daenerys's assistants? It was possible, but Daenerys had been to enough whore houses and overheard those women that worked with lazy and unskilled men to know the difference between what was real and pretend.

That, and she had met some of the biggest liars in all of the Seven Kingdoms. And Sansa did truly have an ass which looked like it was crafted by the Gods themselves for the purpose of bringing pleasure to those who like to fuck women in the ass, and no one loved ass fucking women more than Daenerys Targaryen.

Although after some debate Daenerys chose to believe Sansa really was enjoying being sodomised right from the start she still took her time and savoured every single precious moment of stuffing Sansa's butt full of strap-on.

Besides, just because Sansa enjoyed a gentle anal penetration didn't mean she would enjoy a rough one. Not that Daenerys had ever, or would ever, give a girl a rough one. No, she made sure her girls loved being taken in their bottoms, at least by her, even when they made it easy for her. No one was easier than Sansa Stark, Daenerys's cock sliding into her ass hole like a hot knife through butter until every inch was buried in that beautiful bubble butt. Then the real fun began.

Margaery was getting horribly used to being jealous of Daenerys Targaryen. She had armies, she had Dragons, hell, half of the country was already hers, but most importantly right now, she had her cock fully embedded within Sansa's perfect little ass.

Then she started pumping her hips back and forth, causing the strap-on to slide in and out of Sansa's forbidden hole and officially beginning the butt fucking. Daenerys Targaryen officially began sodomising Sansa Stark, and all poor Margaery Tyrell could do was watch and wish that was her fucking that perfect little bottom. Or perhaps, wish she were the one sandwiched between the assassin and the Queen, getting both of her holes filled.

It was something that Margaery had recently received herself, and of course she loved it. Almost nothing was better than being the filling in a Stark girls sandwich, especially given that Sansa of course had been on the bottom filling her cunt, allowing them to share kisses and words of affection as Arya gleefully violated Margaery's ass with the kind of skill and effortless dominance which Margaery didn't think she'd ever find in another woman.

Although apparently she might be wrong, as Daenerys was proving herself to be every bit the butt fucker Arya was. So yes, Margaery was jealous of her beloved Sansa. But absolutely nothing beat getting to fuck Sansa's perfect little ass. Sadly Margaery didn't have the guts to interrupt the Queen, not even for the greatest pleasure that she had ever known.

Thankfully Arya had no qualms about speaking up, "I know Queens do not like to share or compromise, but if we're going to stuff my sisters every hole you're going to need to give Margaery a turn, my Queen."

Daenerys had been so lost in watching her dick sliding in and out of Sansa's butt hole that the breaking of the silence startled her a bit, then she frowned and whined a little more petulantly than she intended, "But I only just started."

"Trust me your grace, you could fuck my sister's ass for hours, and it wouldn't be enough." Arya smirked, slapping Sansa's ass playfully to emphasise her words.

"Perhaps you are right." Daenerys pouted after a long pause, before turning her attention to the watching brunette, "Take good care of this hole before I returned to it."

"Of course your grace." Margaery bowed her head as she made the promise.

As soon as Daenerys pulled her dick out of Sansa's butt hole and moved aside Margaery quickly replaced her, shoving her cock straight up Sansa's butt. This caused the mighty Queen to look taken aback, but she then smiled wickedly as Sansa again cried out in pure pleasure, just as Margaery knew from experience she would.

Oh yes, Arya was constantly reminding Margaery who was in charge by fucking her ass, but not nearly as frequently as they join forces to share Sansa and her perfect little fuck holes. Sansa's ass hole was their favourite, so they were constantly taking it in turns like this, meaning Margaery knew that the redhead could take a faster anal penetration after her rectum had been loosened.

Whenever Margaery was forced to share the perfection which was Sansa's ass she was always sure to get the most out of it whenever she had it, and this time was no exception. Well sometimes to give a slow anal penetration, just to enjoy it, and maybe to tease Sansa, but mostly she got it out of the way so she could give the other girl's butt a proper fucking.

Not to orgasm sadly, at least not yet, but Margaery revelled in knowing that every time her thighs came to rest against Sansa's cheeks she was burying every inch of her dick into the other girl's shit pipe. Oh yes, Sansa taking every single inch up her butt like a good girl, Margaery getting a near perfect view of that, and her cock pumping in and out of Sansa's back hole, thanks to Arya continuing to spread those cheeks for her.

Daenerys made sure she got a great view of that too, although as captivating as Sansa's widely stretched ass hole was she also found great beauty and just the sight of three naked women sandwiched together like that. Three highborn women completely naked and engaging in the most deprived sex act Daenerys had ever witnessed, or been a part of.

Apart from the act she was about to be a part of, Daenerys thought with a wicked grin as she slowly circled these beautiful bodies until she was kneeling in front of Sansa Stark. Although she made sure to stay just out of reach, Daenerys correctly guessing that was all it would take for Sansa to beg for her cock again, albeit for a different hole.

"Please your grace, please may I suck your cock?" Sansa whimpered, "Please? I want your cock in my mouth so I can be made air tight. Oh Gods, mmmmm, I want a cock in all my holes! Ohhhhhh Margaery, my Lady, fuck my arse! Mmmmm, Arya, my sister, fuck my pussy! Daenerys? Oh my Queen, fuck my mouth! I want all of you to fuck me! Mmmmm Gods!"

"Oh Gods yes, make my sister air tight!" Arya eagerly agreed, "Mmmmm yes, stuff all her pretty little fuck holes."

Finally Margaery gave a nervous smile, and then added, "Oh yes please your grace, I'm sure we'd all love that. Please give Sansa your cock so she can clean it for you."

How could Daenerys possibly deny an offer like that? Especially when it came from three beautiful women, and she wanted the same thing they did, to see Sansa Stark triple stuffed. So she finally closed the distance between them, sliding the first few inches of her cock into Sansa's mouth.

It was tempting to just shove the entire length of her dick into that eager little mouth, and down that no doubt eager throat. But no, Daenerys wanted to take her time and enjoy this, and she had no doubt the other women felt the same, especially Sansa. Who moaned straight away from tasting her own butt like the filthy little whore she was, which in turn led to Arya cackling with delight, and providing some encouragement.

"You see my Queen? You see what a whore my sister really is? Mmmmm yeah, she's no Lady, she's The Arse To Mouth Whore Of Winterfell!" Arya called out gleefully, "Oh yeah, you see the way she moans from tasting her own arse? From being made air tight? Mmmmm, from having three cocks inside her at the same time, the one in her mouth fresh from her arse? You see how happy that makes her? Well she's not the only one. Ohhhhh yeahhhhh, using my own sister like a whore, that really pleases me. And it really pleases you too, so please, do what we want. Shove that cock straight down her throat, and then right up her arse again! Mmmmm yessssss, treat her like the whore she is!"

Of course Daenerys barely heard this encouragement, as she was far too preoccupied with watching Sansa Stark's pretty lips beginning to slide up and down her shaft, the Queen moving closer so her new Ally could properly clean her cock.

Whether because of the two other women or some natural skill Sansa eventually took the entire length with little difficulty and a lot of skill, easily putting many of the whores Daenerys had bedded to shame. Even her beloved Doreah. Perhaps even her handmaidens could take some lessons from Sansa how to enthusiastically take girl dick. For now though, as wonderful as Sansa's mouth was, Daenerys was craving a different hole.

As if reading her mind Margaery offered, "Would you like a turn with her ass your grace?"

"Yes." Daenerys answered hoarsely, before offering up a little smile, "That would be wonderful. As long as you take my place in her mouth."

"My thoughts exactly, your grace." Margaery grinned.

Despite being the one to actually give this extremely generous offer Margaery didn't immediately pull her cock out of Sansa's amazing ass. Not that Daenerys could blame her, but she selfishly wanted another turn with the most private hole on the body of The Lady Of Winterfell, and she would have it.

So Daenerys pulled her thoroughly cleaned cock away from Sansa and moved round to beside Margaery, who after a few more thrusts and a bashful smile, finally pulled her dick out of Sansa's beautiful backside and moved back just enough that she would be able to enjoy watching her friend being anally stuffed again. And Daenerys didn't disappoint her, inspiring a loud cry from Sansa's lips as she pushed the toy cock into that well loosened hole.

Sansa continued crying out, moaning and whimpering with pure joy as her arse was stuffed with strap-on for the third time that night while there was another cock in her cunt. Which of course was wonderful, but not quite as wonderful as when Margaery moved around to push her dick into her mouth, giving Sansa a fresh batch of her own arse cream.

More importantly it made her air tight again, a sensation which Sansa got to enjoy over, and over, and over again as her first love and the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms relentlessly pleasured her by switching fuck holes. Which was beyond wonderful, and any words that Sansa could possibly think of. And yet it wasn't enough.

It was for a while. In fact it was more than enough. Maybe too much, she loved those three things, but to have them all together was truly overwhelming. Especially considering these were all highborn women doing this to her, and arguably some of the most important in the land.

The two women she loved, and her Queen, using all of her fuck holes at the same time, once again redefining Sansa's understanding of ecstasy. Yet thanks to the two women she loved she had become greedy, and soon her selfish body screamed for climax, and as much as she tried to resist Sansa could only hold back from begging for a short amount of time.

So during one of the exchanges Sansa shamelessly began pleading for what she so desperately wanted, "Pound me! Oh Gods, pound my bottom! Mmmmmm, pound it hard and deep and make me cum! Please? Oh please, oooooooooh yesssssssss, make me cum! Fuck my pussy, arse and mouth as hard as you can and make me cum! Please, please, please, ohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk, mmmmmm shit! Oh Arya! Margaery! Your grace! My Queen! Ohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk yesssssssss, please Queen Daenerys, destroy my arse hole! Gape it wide open! Leave it a loose and ruined fuck hole! Oh my Gods, mmmmmmm, just please slam fuck me and make me cum! Make me cum make me cum make me cum ohhhhhhhh yessssssssss, aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkk, oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh Goooooooodddddddddssssssssss!"

Poor Sansa barely got going when Daenerys started increasing the pace, but she did it so slowly that the redhead was going crazy by the time she finally became incoherent. Of course those few long minutes of torture only made her eventual climaxes that much more powerful, and honestly it was the kind of torture Sansa was used to, and lived for.

Especially from her sweet little Arya, but Margaery too, and now their new Queen, who she desperately hoped would use her again. Oh yes, as far as Sansa was concerned the Dragon Queen could see her arse hole as her own personal fuck hole. Hers to use whenever she wanted. Provided Arya was okay with that, of course. And one of her other lovers weren't using that hole for her pleasure.

Those other lover suddenly rejoined the fun, Margaery shoving her arse flavoured cock back into Sansa's mouth, making her air tight again, and Arya thrusting upwards into her, making sure that she was getting pounded in all her available holes, which was the first heaven she had ever known. It was easily enough to make her cum, and cum wonderfully and incredibly hard, over and over again until she could no longer think coherently.

Which admittedly didn't take that long. And naturally, her last coherent thought was a desperate prayer the superior women would use her like the shameless lesbian whore she was whenever they wanted. Especially her arse hole, which to her delight was used by each woman in turn, who all seem determined to give Sansa's bottom everything they had.

Arya knew better. Her beloved Margaery, but maybe especially Daenerys, certainly brutalised Sansa's arse hole with what had to be every ounce of speed and strength they could muster, but if they had used all of it they would have collapsed with exhaustion down onto the Stark sisters.

Arya was very grateful they didn't, as she had no desire to be crushed under that combined weight, but she was also grateful they each held something back, as it gave her a chance to outdo them. No doubt as a courtesy, as they wanted her to have a turn, but it was also selfish on their part, as they wanted to watch Arya destroying her big sister's bottom, and seem more dominant by not immediately collapsing afterwards, unlike poor little Arya who just wouldn't be able to help herself.

Or at least that's what Daenerys clearly thought when after brutally bumming Sansa through orgasm after orgasm, both for herself and the anal slut, for several minutes she pulled out and gave Arya a smug smile. Which might have also been gloating after what she had just done to her bottom's bottom, but either way it actually impressed Arya.

It was actually kind of fun having a rival again, although she was determined it would end the same way, something she tried to show with her return look to Daenerys. Then Margaery demanded her attention, as she took Daenerys's place and repeated her actions, just as Arya repeated hers, the two women who were in love with Sansa Stark pounding her front and back holes relentlessly for another few long minutes, with the same results.

Then finally it was Arya's turn, who wasted no time flipping Sansa onto her back, switching to her favourite hole and almost immediately started giving it everything she had. More importantly it was Sansa's favourite hole to be pounded in, which was once again proven by just how quickly and hard the little anal whore came for her.

Which was good, because unlike the others Arya didn't have the added benefit of the other women penetrating one or more other holes on Sansa's body. No, it was entirely up to her to make her big sister cum. Although luckily for her she had plenty of practice at it, and unlike the other two she wasn't some politician with a decent amount of luck. No, she was a warrior, her body now toned and muscular from rigourous training, easily allowing her to last longer and pound Sansa's arse more brutally.

Perhaps most importantly of all Arya was able to hold back from cumming the longest, even when she had the added bonus of the most beautiful girl in the world Sansa Stark staring up at her with delirious love and devotion as the more dominant of the two women made the other squirt her cum against her stomach, and even up to her chest.

Of course as much as she would have loved to have sodomised her big sister forever all good things had to come to an end. Although this was more the beginning of the end, and a very pleasant one, as Arya got the kind of satisfying climax she could only receive when anally pounding her sister/the woman she loved above all others.

She was even able to pound that most private hole extra hard for a precious minute or two, before she collapsed with exhaustion down onto Sansa having used every ounce of her strength to brutalise her bottom's bottom. She then lay there for a few long seconds, before she heard clapping, causing Arya to grin proudly against Sansa's soft skin.

"Now that's how it's done." Arya boasted proudly, wishing she had the energy to lift her head and give a taunting grin to her Queen.

"Not bad." Daenerys said dismissively, before smirking, "But since you're obviously done, how about we get a look at our handiwork?"

"Oooooooh yessssssss, I love that idea!" Arya confessed, rolling off of her big sister and ordering her, "Spread your cheeks for us Sansa! Mmmmm yeahhhhhh, show us all your pretty little gape."

"Yes my Lady." Sansa whimpered, quickly and eagerly obeying like the broken bitch she was.

Sansa cried out with disappointment when her little sister's big dick was pulled from her arse, but then she whimpered and moaned as she felt just how loose her bum hole now was. She lived for big dick in her bottom, so she hated to lose one from her cock hungry arse, especially when it signified the end of the anal fun. And especially when it was Arya's cock. But Sansa loved the feeling of her arse hole gaping open, as it made her feel like such an anal whore.

Or more accurately, reminded her that was exactly what she was. Something which had just been proven. Oh yes, she was Arya's anal whore, a fact Sansa gleefully reinforced as she somehow found the strength, or more accurately the adrenaline to get onto her knees, reach back and slowly pull her cheeks apart to reveal her battered back hole.

"Oh Gods, that's so pretty." Margaery gushed, "Oh my sweet girl, you're always so pretty, mmmmmm, but especially when you are showing off your ass hole once it's been freshly gaped by myself and your sister. Ohhhhhh yesssssss, and it looks even better now. Wider. Deeper. Oh yes, thank you so much your grace for joining us in anally violating The Lady Of Winterfell."
"It was an honour and a privilege." Daenerys smiled, before confessing, "One I'd love to have again."

"And we'd love to have you." Margaery grinned, "Isn't that right Sansa?"

"Oh yes please your grace, please join us again." Sansa shamelessly pleaded, looking over her shoulder so she could address her Queen directly, then her sister, "Please Lady Arya, allow me the privilege of being the Queen's whore. Please? You know that I'm a greedy little lesbo whore who can't get enough cunt in her face, or Lady cock up her arse. And being fully stuffed was pure heaven. So please, please can we do this again? I want all three of you to think of me as a walking fuck hole you can use however you want, whenever you want."

"I'll think about it." Arya said dismissively, before grinning, "If you do a good job cleaning our cocks."

During that entire conversation Sansa had been obscenely displaying herself without a hint of shame, and now just as shamelessly she barely mumbled a response because she was so busy scrambling to shove her little sister's big cock into her mouth. The cock which had most recently plundered the deepest part of her bottom, Sansa moaning happily as she tasted one of her favourite flavours in the process.

It wasn't quite as good as girl cum, especially that which belonged to her sister, but it was still heavenly, and again confirmed her true status as a whore which would do anything to please. Which included only sucking that cock for a few precious minutes before removing her mouth from it, even if that did mean she was moving to another.

This was something they had done frequently with Margaery whenever Arya allowed her to wear a cock, although mostly Sansa was tasting her cunt on that. There was a combination of her cum and pussy cream on her sister's dick, but mostly she was tasting arse, which was all she was tasting on the other cocks, which the proud Lady Of Winterfell gleefully welcomed.

Especially as she wasn't just going back and forth between two cocks, but three, Margaery and Daenerys moving right next to Arya so was easier for the ass to mouth whore to go back and forth between them. And later, to yank her away from one cock and onto another, Sansa constantly having a hand on her head which soothed away the pain of the yanking by stroking her like a pet. Which of course wasn't the only form of encouragement she received.

"Yessssssss, that's it Sansa! Suck my cock, mmmmmm, good girl." Margaery was surprisingly the first to start offering up such encouragement, "Such a good girl. My sweet girl. Mmmmmm, my sweet little cock sucker. Oh yes, suck my cock Sansa, suck it clean of your butt juices you filthy little ass to mouth whore! Oh Gods yes, suck it! Suck it good! Ooooooh yes, good girl. Very, very good girl. Sweet girl. Ohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk Sansa, you look so good with a cock in your mouth. Especially my cock. Or your sister's cock. And now, mmmmmm, I want to see how you look with a Queen's cock. I want to see how you look with THE Queen's cock in your mouth. Don't you, my Queen?"

"Oh absolutely." Daenerys grinned, so happy that she didn't have to wait too long to receive such treats that she was only too happy to offer her an encouragement, "Oh yessssssss, suck it Lady Stark! Mmmmmm, show me just what kind of whore you are, my little Wolf. Mmmmmm, you've been proving yourself all night long. Proving that The Lady Of Winterfell is the biggest whore in all MY Seven Kingdoms. And oh, how I have enjoyed using you. However I would enjoy using you again, assuming your sister lover approves. Oh yes, go ass to mouth whore! Gods, calling you a whore is an insult to whores everywhere, as always most of them have a shred of dignity. Not you though. No, mmmmmm, Ned Stark's eldest daughter is truly shameless. Even most whores would hesitate to stick a cock straight from their shit holes into their mouths, and here you are, moaning while doing it. Oh Lady Arya, your sister bitch truly has no shame."

"Damn right she hasn't. Mmmmmm, because I trained that right out of her." Arya growled, before being the first to grab a handful of pretty red hair and shove it in between her legs, while of course continuing the encouragement, "Yesssssss, I put The Lady Of Winterfell in her rightful place... on her knees before me, greedily sucking her little sister's dick after she's just pounded her shitter! Yeahhhhhhh, I trained big sister to be the perfect anal loving ass to mouth whore, and now were all receiving the benefit of that. Especially you sis! Oh yes, you're clearly loving it in your rightful place. Oooooooh yesssssss, why don't show us just how much by getting every drop of your arse cream for me? Oh yes, fucking deep throat it! deep throat my dick! Your baby sister's dick! Yessssss, get every drop! Take every fucking inch! Oh Gods! Ohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkk yeeeeeeesssssss!"

Unsurprisingly it was mostly her sister and of course Queen Daenerys which did most of the talking, although Sansa was barely aware of it as she had more important things to be concerned with. Like being able to breathe with one cock after another being shoved down her throat. Mostly she was the one pushing those dicks into her windpipe, but clearly wanting to further show her dominance Arya got a little rough with her, not only forcing her 'manhood' down her throat but face fucking her a little bit.

Which of course made it easier for Sansa to get every drop of her own arse cream, and that was really what mattered here. And it was even better than usual, as Daenerys fucked her throat too, making Sansa prey to the old Gods and the new that her sister would allow their new Queen to join them again. Ideally soon, and often.