Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Author's note: This story takes place during Season 3.
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"Missandei, run me a bath. I wish to... relax." Daenerys ordered.
"At once, your grace." Missandei smirked.
Daenerys Targaryen gave the order as dismissively as possible, and pretended to be deep in thought for the next few minutes as her most trusted servant, the woman simply known as Missandei, prepared her a bath. But try as she might, Daenerys just couldn't keep her eyes off of Missandei. She was just so beautiful, and she couldn't help think about what was about to happen.
Then with a wave of her hand, she dismissed her guards, stood up, and walked over to the bath. Once she reached her destination she stood still, waiting for her loyal servant to undress her. Sure, enough Missandei was by her side in an instant, removing her dress without a hint of anything other than professionalism. Something Daenerys regarded as a shame, she thought with a smirk.
Then Daenerys got in the tub, and Missandei started washing her. Daenerys had been very resistant to this idea at first, as in the past she had always chosen to wash herself, as her servants did so much for her already, and the last thing she wanted to do was to make Missandei exchange one form of slavery for another.
But Missandei had been uncharacteristically insistent, and it had actually led to the best experience of Daenerys's life, which completely change the way she saw being bathed, and her most trusted confidant for that matter. So much so that the Dragon Queen could barely contain her excitement as this beautiful woman of colour slid her hands over her pale body.
When Missandei place the cloth over her tits Daenerys could take it no more, grabbing the beautiful face in front of her and pulling it towards her own. Missandei didn't resist, and was even smiling when their lips smashed together in a bruising kiss. Or at least, it started out that way, the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms perhaps prematurely shoving her tongue into the other woman's mouth in search of the tongue she had been thinking about all day.
However, Missandei effortlessly took control, gently but firmly encouraging Daenerys to slow down, until they were kissing as gently and as softly as possible, even as Missandei insisted on continuing to clean her, including pressing her hand down there, making her Queen gasp into the kiss, and arching her back with delight.
It would probably never cease to amaze Daenerys how Missandei could be one way in every other scenario imaginable, but when it came to sex, she was completely different. Gone was the meek, soft-spoken girl she was falling for, and in her place was the effortlessly dominant and commanding woman who had taken her breath away during their first time together, and continued doing so now.
With men Daenerys learned it was better to be in control, and she definitely preferred it that way, but with women she couldn't help but melt. Especially with this woman, who had quickly begun to fill her every waking thought. So much so it was hard to deny her anything. And she no longer wanted too.
"I've been thinking..." Daenerys gasped as she broke the kiss, but struggle to continue.
"Your grace..." Missandei also began hesitantly, before daring to add, "You, you can confide in me. Tell me anything, it will not leave this room. I swear it."
"I know..." Daenerys gulped, "Which is why I decided to take you up on your offer... to, to take it in a different way."
Missandei initially frowned in confusion, but then when Daenerys's words were made clear to her she gently pushed, "Are you sure, your grace?"
"Yes." Daenerys confirmed, although it was possible she didn't sound very sure. Something the other woman was hesitant to point out, so she simply raised an eyebrow and question, "Do you doubt my words?"
"No, your grace, of course not." Missandei promised.
"Then do as your told..." Daenerys commanded boldly, "Fuck me in the ass."
"Yes, your grace." Missandei bowed her head, "I shall retrieve what I must."
Daenerys simply nodded her approval and watched as her beloved Missandei stood up to her full height, and then quickly and yet somehow elegantly left the tent, leaving the Dragon Queen with her thoughts. Thankfully, there had been some wine placed close to the tub, further proof that her closest servant knew her all too well, Daenerys not even waiting for Missandei to leave before reaching for her glass.
She only intended to take a little sip, but she ended up downing the entire class, and then pouring herself a second and then a third one to calm her nerves. At least she managed to savour the third a little bit before Missandei returned with a bag, presumably containing everything she needed. Which made Daenerys wonder if the guards outside checked the bag.
The Dragon Queen had enemies everywhere, so they certainly should have, but if that was the case, they must of had quite the shock. Hopefully they simply assumed that the Queen would use it on her servant. It would still be a perversion of the highest order, but at least Daenerys's submissive tendencies would not be made public. Of course, such thoughts were quickly forgotten when Missandei allowed her dress to drop down around her ankles, revealing a pair of perfect breasts.
Missandei then stepped out of her shoes, and push down her underwear, leaving her completely naked. Something she allowed her Queen to enjoy for a few long seconds, before attaching the device in the bag around her waist, giving her the appearance of having a cock. She then rubbed some sort of liquid into it, which would hopefully make the sodomy easier.
"How, how do you want me?" Daenerys asked hoarsely.