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Daenerys Targaryen couldn't stop thinking about what Margaery Tyrell had done to her. It was so embarrassing, humiliating, and infuriating. Not the kind of thing which could afford to go unpunished. If it did, surely Margaery would get ideas above her station. Truly, Daenerys should have punished her the first chance she got. That would've been the Targaryen thing to do.
Hells, she should have had the bitch fed to her dragons, which really would be the Targaryen thing to do. However, for better or for worse, she couldn't do that, she still cared for the other woman. Besides, better to turn the tables back to what they should be. Oh yes, she was going to fuck that bitch in the ass, and turn her into just another broken sub in her collection.
However, after suffering a blow to her pride, Daenerys felt like she couldn't just go straight into it. No, she needed a pick me up, by dominating one of her favourite pets. So, once her ass hole had fully recovered, the Mother of Dragons went in search of a bottom to dominate. Unfortunately, she didn't recover fully from her ordeal until the next day.
Hells, it felt like she would never truly recover, and she was paranoid there was a small difference to her butt, even now. But she couldn't wait any longer. And she couldn't settle for anything less than a Stark slut. Oh yes, topping a highborn girl was exactly what she needed right now. Ideally, her wife to be. Unfortunately, when Daenerys entered the chamber's without knocking, she found not only Arya and Sansa Stark, but the woman who had been haunting her thoughts.
"Your grace, please come in." Margaery beamed, "We were just talking about you."
"You were?" Daenerys asked cautiously, quickly shutting the door behind her.
"Nothing bad, I assure you." Margaery chuckled, slowly getting off the bed, and approaching her Queen, "I was just informing the Starks what fun we had last night."
"Oh?" Daenerys questioned nervously.
"Yes..." Margaery allowed Daenerys to squirm for a few more long seconds, before adding, "How we spent the night dining on what the other had to offer."
"Oh?" Daenerys questioned again, but this time obviously with relief.
"That is what happened, isn't it?" Margaery gently pushed.
"Of course." Daenerys quickly confirmed.
"In that case, I'm sure your grace will grace us with a demonstration." Margaery grinned, again moving forward, this time all the way into Daenerys's personal space, "I know particularly Sansa was anxious to see that we were getting along. Mmmmmmmm, so I'm sure you'll be eager to oblige. That way we can make her jealous. of course. Both of them."
"Of course." Daenerys agreed breathlessly.
This was an obvious trap of some kind. But it needn't be one for Daenerys. No, all she needed to do, was to take control over the situation. Then it would be a trap for Margaery. Or at the very least, her trap would be her undoing. Admittedly, this could be just an excuse, to explain why the mighty Queen Daenerys Targaryen allowed her tormenter to pull her into her arms and kiss her.
Which just like the first time, was surprisingly gentle and sweet. Especially considering what had happened between them the night before. But again, maybe it was for the best? After all, clearly the goal of both women at this point was to lull the other into a false sense of security. One which both planned to take full advantage of.
Although for now, they were quite content with simply becoming lost in that kiss. Or at the very least, Daenerys was. Honestly, to an embarrassing degree. Especially when Arya and Sansa were watching them. Gods, Daenerys should have done a better job at taking control from the start. But there was just something about Margaery Tyrell which was just so disarming.
Which in turn was infuriating, but not enough to make the Queen come to her senses. Although she did her best to fight back, with her tongue and her hands, the latter of which roamed the other woman's body, as the kiss became increasingly heated. Which would probably work a lot better, if Margaery wasn't giving as good as she got. And maybe better.
Margaery Tyrell was playing with fire, literally. After everything she had been through, she should know better by now. And she did. But she just couldn't help herself. Besides, she'd already probably declared war on the Dragon Queen, so backing off now could be almost worse than if she pushed forward. Hells, if last night was to be the beginning of the end for her, she'd rather go down swinging. So to speak.
Because yes, Margaery had never truly been a fighter, but then again, neither had Daenerys. Oh yes, they specialized in getting others to do their dirty work. Or used their charms to get their way. Or both, which was always the favourite of the Tyrells. This being no exception. In fact, this was pretty enjoyable. Regardless what it might cost her.
To be fair, Margaery was off to a good start, manipulating Daenerys to remove her clothes, and then join her on the bed. Best of all, she got to be on top. At least at first. However, she barely got a chance to kiss her way to the Targaryen's neck, before the mighty Dragon was flipping her over, and pinning her down beneath her.
Then it was Daenerys which was attacking Margaery's neck, almost rough enough to draw blood. Something which the Tyrell probably shouldn't find delightful, but she did. In fact, she allowed a wicked chuckle to escape her lips, at least partly to annoy the other woman into making a mistake. Namely pause and glare at her, giving the scheming politician the opportunity to flip them over once again, and return the favour.
Over and over again they switched places, with mostly, Daenerys on top. Which was just find with Margaery, as it meant that she got the majority of the pleasure, while still being able to play with the other woman's magnificent body. She even got to be the first one to take a nipple into her mouth, and suck it for a few long seconds. Which made Daenerys make the most wonderful sounds.
It was well before she gave the other nipple the same treatment, as her Queen was so busy licking and sucking Margaery's tits. But how could that be considered a bad thing, when it felt so incredibly good? Besides, it wasn't about the act. It was the attitude which made it dominant or submissive.
Arguably, it didn't have to be either, as Margaery had enjoyed such thing as equals. However, after what happened last night, Queen Daenerys Targaryen was clearly looking to put Margaery Tyrell in her place. Hells, part of Margaery was tempted to let her, given just how good this felt. But that didn't mean she would make it easy for her. No, so she continued to make sounds she knew the other woman would find irritating, and stroking that long silver hair, as if the mighty Dragon Queen was her pet. Which naturally, just pushed Daenerys onwards, even kissing downwards.
Something that Margaery could have stopped, but why would she? Again, it didn't necessarily mean the other woman was in control, and maybe it was about time the Mother of Dragons returned the favour?
Daenerys had to admit, there was part of her which was eager to find out what Margaery Tyrell tasted like. It wasn't her main objective, of course. But it was definitely in the back of her mind. After all, Margaery Tyrell was practically legendary for her beauty, and all the talking hadn't really done her justice.
And according to sweet Sansa, she was delicious. And looked it. And Gods, she certainly smelled like it, when Daenerys finally positioned herself in between the legs of the highborn woman, and then briefly savoured the moment. Then of course, she stuck out her tongue, and slowly slid it up from the bottom of this treacherous woman's pussy up to the top, in a long slow lick.
Naturally, it was one which Daenerys was only too happy to repeat over and over again, albeit without lingering on Margaery's clit, as she did that first time. It was very tempting to keep doing that, given the wonderful sounds that the bitch made because of it. Also, it would be a way to weaken her rival as soon as possible and get onto the more important matters of fucking her in the ass, and soon afterwards, breaking her.
Preventing anything like last night happening again. At least from this manipulating bitch. But at the same time, Daenerys Stormborn had a reputation to uphold. Besides, she wanted to draw this out as long as possible, so she could savour everything about going down on Margaery Tyrell.
Something which she maybe shouldn't be enjoying so much, considering the humiliation that this bitch put her through last night, but Daenerys just couldn't help herself. Normally, she was the one receiving the oral, so this felt like a special treat for her. One that every time she indulged in, she wished she did it more often. Especially with the likes of Sansa and her beloved Doreah, both of who had delicious cunts.
Hells, all of her favourite sluts did. And annoyingly, Margaery's cunt was easily now in her top 3. Perhaps even second only to Doreah's pussy, if only because they had been through so much together. Which was the first sign which maybe she was in trouble here.