Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Author's Note:
This takes place during the first two episodes of Game of Thrones season eight, after Daenerys moves to Winterfell.
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Sansa was livid.
It felt as if she'd only been back in Winterfell for a short time. After all she'd been through, the years she'd spent trapped in King's Landing, passed from family to family while her own went through horrors, she was back where she should be.
Jon was back by her side, and now Arya and Bran were here too. The Boltons were gone, her brother was the new King of the North, and she was the one who had brought the North together once more. She may have taken the title of Lady of Winterfell, but there was one guest in her castle that she hadn't been expecting.
Daenerys Targaryen, the Dragon Queen from across the seas, was here. She claims to be the true heir to the Iron Throne, but her father was a madman. Besides, whoever occupied King's Landing, it was always the North that had suffered.
To add insult to injury, it was Jon that had invited her to stay, after seemingly falling for her during his time away. Army of the dead or not, it was a little rushed - and she couldn't help but side with her followers when they lamented the arrival of her armies.
Now, she found herself pacing through the corridors of the castle she grew up in, all to meet with the white-haired woman who wants to rule over it. Things had been a little tense since she arrived and Sansa wasn't about to beat around the bush when it came to her people's resources. Daenerys clearly noticed this, and asked to meet with her - but made sure to command Sansa come to her quarters, rather than visiting her's.
As Sansa approached the wing of the castle that Daenerys and her servants had occupied during their stay, she tried to channel her frustrations into something a little more productive. Her anger could be used to make it clear once and for all who was the proper ruler of this castle.
When she reached the doors, she glared at the unsullied guards until they moved aside, then shoved the doors open without knocking. She had hoped to make a surprise entrance, but instead found herself on the other end of shock, when she spotted the two forms in front of her.
Lying in the large elegant bed were two women, one draped across the other like a blanket. Daenerys' dainty frame, with pearly white skin almost matching her white blonde curls that spread across the pillows, lay relaxed across the sheets. Sansa was taken aback as she saw the self-appointed queen wearing just a thin white night gown, her eyebrows raising higher when she spotted her servant.
A tall, slender woman lay across Daenerys, resting her head and brown afro hair across her mistress' lap. Daenerys looked up at Sansa without a lick of surprise and smiled, stroking her hand across the light brown skin of her servile maid's shoulder with the tips of her fingers.
"Well hello there, Sansa."
"Your highness," she replied stoically.
Sansa bristled at the first-name basis, but quickly tried to collect herself after failing to avoid the distraction of the smooth nude curves displayed before her. Danerys followed her gaze and smiled again.
"This is Missandei, my most loyal attendant. She is as obedient as they come, and a close friend. But still, she never forgets her place when in the presence of a queen."
Sansa tried her best not to roll her eyes. Now in the presence of one naked and another near-naked woman, she was desperate to return to her own world.
"You asked for my presence?"
"Yes, yes," Daenerys said as if half-remembering, stroking Missandei's hair. "I think a few things need to be made clear about our current situation."
"Such as?"
"The throne was forcefully taken from my father. The Targaryens will rule again, with me at the helm. Your half-brother understands this, and chose to bend the knee. He knows what's really at stake in the North. I hope you do the same."
"I'm afraid that I am not my brother, Daenerys. I do not turn weak at the knees at the sight of a beautiful invader and open up my lands so easily. If you think at the end of this you'll rule over my people, you may wish you'd stayed in a warmer climate."
Daenerys face froze as Sansa spoke, before breaking into a smile once more. She shifted further up the bed, bringing her back to the pillows and pulling her legs away from Missandei, who moved aside.
"You are in debt to me, little girl. You're lucky I love Jon - and I really do - but I do not need anyone. I've seen many men and many women stand up to me, and each has fallen. Everyone serves me, eventually."
Sansa bit her tongue and tried not to release her anger or insult her, instead staying as deadpan as she could, standing perfectly still, waiting for Daenerys' next move. To her surprise, once again, Daenerys' next words weren't to her at all.
"Missandei, do your duty."
Her servant wordlessly looked to her mistress, then back to Sansa, a look of bewilderment and embarrassment across her face. With no further words, she nodded her head and climbed onto all fours, crawling over to Daenerys and pushing her knees gently apart.
Sansa let a quiet, yet still audible, gasp out of her mouth as Daenerys spread her legs in front of her. Missandei's head obscured any flash of the queen's most private parts, but by this very action she presented a glimpse of her own.
Daenerys closed her eyes and softly cooed as Missandei began to lick between her legs, her tongue lapping up and down her pussy. Her moves were artful, clearly well-versed in the action but willing to improvise, each surprising flick of her tongue causing her mistress to gasp.
"Your grace, I -"
"Quiet," Daenerys said with authority, her eyes opening to glare at Sansa, halting her in her tracks. "Watch how a real servant treats her Queen."
Sansa bit her tongue, but resisted the urge to storm out. She still wanted the debate to continue but was so distracted by what was in front of her. 'Is this a power play?' she thought to herself. But her thinking soon shifted to what was happening in front of her, and she forgot her mission.
As Missandei's head tilted and moved between the Queen's legs, on all fours with her ass in the air, Sansa could glimpse her pussy as she spread her legs wider. Not only that, but it seemed to be completely bare, something that Sansa had never seen before. Even in King's Landing, the women seemed to trim their pubic hair, but this was entirely new to her - and she couldn't keep her eyes off it.
It didn't take long for Daenery's moans to grow louder. Lately, Sansa had been relieving herself alone, muffling her sounds in the pillow, but this woman was free to be as loud as she needed to be, and she wanted Sansa to hear her pleasure.
Sansa became aware that she was staring at Missandei and looked away, inadvertently locking eyes with Daenerys. She tried to look away but felt frozen to the spot, as if she wasn't in control of her own body, incapable of looking anywhere but into her eyes.
The sensation between her legs, and Sansa's vulnerable face as she stared back at her proved too much for Daenarys, and she felt the pleasure begin to rise. "Mmmm," she moaned, her voice becoming more high pitched as she reached the edge, Missandei adding more speed and pressure with her tongue to push her over the edge into a blissful orgasm.
"OOooohh," she cooed, her voice shaking with the climax. Daenerys hands gripped Missandei's hair, pulling her tighter against her pussy as she came, jolting forward slightly with each wave of pleasure.
