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Doreah had been told from a young age never to get jealous whenever other whores would get attention over her. She should just take it as a personal challenge to do better next time she was given the chance to impress. Which was very much true now, she was naked, and in bed with Queen Daenerys Targaryen. Because she wasn't supposed to be possessive of her owner.
She was supposed to be the pleasure slave, after all. But things were so different with Daenerys. For one thing, she desired her more than any other person, ever. And could never get enough of her. But more importantly, Doreah felt like more than just simply another sex slave when she was with her Khaleesi.
That fact was seemingly proven every time this goddess of a woman looked at her, touched her, and most importantly, fucked her. Hells, she got that feeling just from being kissed by her, as she was now. Oh yes, The Ruler Of The Seven Kingdoms was on top of her, their naked bodies pressed against each other in the Royal bed, the two of them frantically making out. Oh, if only her teachers could see her now, Doreah thought with a grin, and not for the first time.
They couldn't have even imagined a woman in power, let alone one that would want someone like her. To be fair, they weren't alone, as Doreah certainly couldn't have imagined it, making it all the more enjoyable.
Yet another thing was Queen Daenerys Targaryen's willingness to worship the bodies of her servants. It was one thing when it was the likes of Sansa Stark, a woman her Khaleesi was planning to marry to solidify her control over the infamous Seven Kingdoms, but to do it for Doreah, who was just a lowly sex slave? Such a thing was unthinkable.
Unspeakable! And yet, it happened. And not for the first time. Oh yes, not for the first time Doreah found herself pinned down to the bed by this goddess of a woman, and after a few long minutes of deep, passionate kissing, Daenerys moved her mouth down to her servant's neck, sliding her lips, and even her tongue all over it, before digging her teeth into it to mark her territory.
Which just might be Doreah's favourite part. It was up against a lot of competition, but there was something truly wonderful about this sort of branding. Ironically she'd feared being branded in a much more brutal way by the men who purchased women such as she, especially full-time, but she would gladly be branded like cattle in front of the largest crowd possible, so that everyone knew that she was the property of Queen Daenerys Targaryen.
Although, having this 'Dragon' sink her teeth into her this way was much more intimate, and pleasurable. And anyone who saw it would know what it meant. Especially, her fellow servants, Doreah looking forward to smirking at them, as she always did when she received this honour.
Daenerys prided herself on her Breaker of Chains title. All of her titles were meaningful to her, but maybe that one most of all, as she herself had been used as nothing but a bargaining chip, and it was a truly horrible feeling. So it was very ironic that she demanded total submission from her women, and even complete ownership of them.
She liked to tell herself that the important difference was that the women had a choice. She promised them, there would be no consequences. Admittedly, that might be hard for them to believe, especially Sansa Stark, who Daenerys could not accept a no from. Not if she wanted to avoid bloodshed. But hopefully the Mother of Dragons could continue merely being persuasive with her, and not to do something far more forceful.
Thankfully that was not something she needed to concentrate on right now, as no one had ever been a more willing servant to her than Doreah. Hells, in the beginning it was this woman who had seduced her, and told her just how wonderful women could be in bed. That they could take charge, regardless of the partner.
Indeed, she would have never had made it so far without her beloved Doreah. Something that Daenerys was looking to spend a few long hours rewarding her servant for that. Which was something she gladly did, mostly by remaining around the lips and neck area, but inevitably her lips moved lower. Not that much lower at first, but it was enough to make the other woman shoot her head back and let out a loud cry of pleasure.
Which was of course was wrapping her lips around a cute little nipple and sucking it for a few long seconds. She had kissed her way up a perky little breast to get there, which was something she found herself doing over and over again, as well as kissing her way down which ever breast she was worshiping at the time.
Daenerys also added her tongue into the mix, swirling it around each nipple in turn, just like she'd been taught by Doreah. Oh yes, this woman had taught her these things, and now she was using the lessons against her. Although from the wonderful sounds that she was making, it was clear that Doreah was only too happy with that. Although, while Daenerys could have happily done them for longer, apparently her servant wasn't as happy making them.
"Lower, oooooooooooh, please Khaleesi, lower." Doreah pleaded in between her moans, "Oh Gods, please go lower. Please? I want it so bad. Mmmmmmmmm, please Khaleesi, mercy. Ohhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssss, if I am truly worthy of this treatment, then have mercy on me. Give me what I truly desire. Oh yes, mmmmmmmmmm, please, your grace, tongue my twat. Lick my cunt, like a common whore. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssss, eat my pussy like I eat yours. Please? Oh please, oooooooooooh, my Queen, fuck me! Oh fuck, oh Dany, Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeesssssssss, eat my pussy. Eat it! Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Initially Daenerys was reluctant to oblige, as she'd only just started to have fun with this, and she had been guilty of spoiling Doreah on more than one occasion, hence her bratty tone now. Which was why she left her begging for a few long moments. Although even then, she increased the amount of pleasure she was giving her.
