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Thanks to DawnJ for editing.
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It's been weeks since Daenerys Targaryen came to ask for the help of the Second Sons. After Daario Naharis killed Mero and Prendahl na Ghezn, he became the commander of the Second Sons.
Daario followed her leading his army to the city of Meereen. One reason he followed her so dearly was he was in love with the beauty of Daenerys. He would do anything to make her his. Even if it meant fighting in her battles.
Even when marching next to her he can't help but notice her small but firm tits bouncing ever so subtly. The way her blue dress blew in the wind. It kept him awake at night.
One night he decided he couldn't take it anymore. He walked into her tent to see that she was lying down on her bed contemplating her strategy for the taking over of Meereen.
She wasn't wearing much. Just a thin silk shirt which hung down a little past her hips and silk panties which were basically clear. Her nipples had hardened from the nerves of the impending plan to take over the city. Seeing this already turned him on.
Daario had to think of an excuse to see her this late. Once he got one he walked to the foot of her bed. She noticed him and without moving or even looking at him, she said,
"What do you need?" with a tone of both irritation and curiosity.
Quickly he said, "Do you know where Grey Worm is? He lost a bet and owes me something"
"No. I haven't seen him all day," she answered.
He couldn't think of any way to steer the conversation into her having sex with him and his nerves got the better of him. So he turned around and started to exit her tent when he heard her call him.
"Wait," she called. Anxiously he turned around.
She was sitting up now with her legs crossed.
She said, "I'm stressed and I can't find Missandei anywhere. Can you help me relieve this stress?" with a tone of intentness and seriousness.
"How," he answered.
"Come here and give me a massage," she answered back.
Delighted by the answer and considering himself her humble servant he excitedly came over to the bed and sat behind her. She leaned forward a bit to allow him to start massaging her. He could feel his blood rushing and his heart beat a little faster.
Daario noticed the strap on her shoulder starting to slide down. He didn't point it out to her and she didn't seem to notice. He kept massaging getting lower and lower on her back till he noticed the small crack of her ass peeking out of her panties.
He moved lower to her crack and slowly rubbed. She let out a little moan but did not tell him to stop. He leaned forward and inhaled, smelling her beautiful hair and skin. She smelled clean. She had recently taken a bath rubbing away all the dirt that accumulated from the travel.
He pulled the strap on her right arm all the way down. She pulled her arm through which sent him a signal to keep going. Her shirt drooped down on her right side almost exposing her right nipple.
Daenerys still showed no sign of wanting him to stop so Daario kept going. He kissed and licked her right shoulder forcing a deep sigh out of her.
She whispered, "Take me," with a breathy and seductive voice.
This made him work harder than ever before. He grabbed her shoulders and flipped her around and threw her flat on the bed. The throw forced her right tit to fall out and lay over her shirt.
Daario started to unbutton his pants, but Daenerys said, "No let me".
She sat up and started unbuttoning his pants. Then she yanked his pants down revealing an already stiff cock. She chuckled to herself a little.