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Daenerys Targaryen continued to be furious at Margaery Tyrell for her treachery, as well as Arya and Sansa Stark for theirs, but in truth, the worst treachery of them all, was her own. She had betrayed herself by allowing Margaery to take her anal cherry, but what was far worse, was that was now weeks ago, and not once had she punished her for it. Worst of all, she had rewarded the scheming bitch, by bending over at the slightest push.
Or getting into whatever position was required of her, so that Queen Daenerys Targaryen, the First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Khalisee of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons, could be fucked in the ass.
Over and over again, Daenerys had been sodomized, to the point where it may already be too late for her. She may be forever Margaery Tyrell's bitch. Hells, even if she finally took revenge on her, it wouldn't change the past weeks. Wouldn't change the fact that another woman had laid claim to her most private hole.
The worst part being, that Daenerys had enjoyed it. Had cum harder and more frequently from the treatment, than anything else in her entire life. And just when it seemed that she could at least maintain a shred of her dignity, she walked into her throne room one night, to discover it wasn't just Margaery and the Starks waiting for her.
"Yara?" Daenerys question nervously, "What are you doing here?"
"I was invited by your new friend." Yara revealed, indicating to Margaery, "Her message was rather, enlightening."
"Was it now..." Daenerys glared at Margaery, before returning her attention to Yara, "What did it say, exactly?"
"Oh please, don't be mad, your grace." Margaery pleaded as sincerely as possible, although she was somewhat betrayed by the smile on her face, "I have only ever wanted to please you."
"As have we." Doreah grinned, drawing attention to her presence.
"What is your command, Khaleesi." Irri questioned, clearly nervous, "You need only speak it, and I shall obey."
"We all will." Missandei insisted, half reassuring her Queen, and half threatening the rest.
"Indeed." Yara said dismissively, before slowly approaching her prey and questioning her, "But perhaps, your needs have changed, as the Tyrell Raven suggested? Perhaps you no longer crave power in the same way? That you're finally contend, now you have your precious Iron Throne, and you crave the feeling of others having control over you? Especially control over your arse hole?"
"That's, that's not true." Daenerys protested.
"Relax, your grace. No one is taking power from you." Margaery reassured, briefly glaring at Yara, before quickly turning back to her Queen while approaching her, "We just, wish to make the burden easier on you, by giving you the chance to let go, and experiencing the joy which can only come from giving yourself completely to another. Or in this case, others. But it's your choice. You can always say no."
"But why would you?" Doreah questioned, also approaching the woman she loved, "When we can offer you such bliss?"
"Enough talk." Yara said dismissively, "Let the anal gang bang of Queen Daenerys Targaryen begin."
Which finally had Daenerys rediscovering her Targaryen rage, but sadly it was short-lived, because as soon as she opened her mouth to put Yara back in her place, she was silenced with a pair of soft lips crashing against her own. Something she barely resisted, before melting into it. Oh God, she was kissing Yara Greyjoy, despite what the uppity bitch had threatened her with.
Just like Daenerys then allowed herself to be kissed by Margaery, the two usurpers passing her back and forth, like she was truly nothing but a prize to be shared. Or a pet to be distracted, while being moved against it's will. Because to her shame, the Mother of Dragons found herself being maneuvered forward, up the stairs, and to her throne.
Once there, she was somehow stripped, and then bent over the throne that she had fought so hard for. Along the way she was barely aware of the other women removing their clothes, and the Starks casually joining in on distracting her with kisses. Hells, even her favourite servants joined that particular act. Admittedly, Doreah wasn't surprising.
Hells, she was the third person that night to kiss Daenerys, most likely because she knew Daenerys would do nothing to stop her. One by one, they all ganged up on her, which was so overwhelming that The Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms did nothing to prevent herself from being bent over, and then stayed in that position, despite what these women were clearly intending.
Margaery had insisted that she would be the one to prepare the ass hole of Queen Daenerys Targaryen. Partly because she had been doing it for weeks now, and was without a doubt the most experienced at getting the Dragon Queen in the right mindset for this. She was also good in not becoming completely lost in it, to the point that she wasn't paying attention to reactions of the other women surrounding her.
Especially Daenerys, of course, but she obviously had to keep an ear out in case Yara said something which would ruin the moment. Thankfully, that was not the case, and the powerful Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms continued to let out soft whimpers of humiliation, then eventually pleasure.
