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"You did it. We won!" Daenerys practically wept as she and an equally blood-soaked Arya embraced, all dignity and protocol forgotten in the moment, "How can I ever repay you?"
Arya smirked and boldly squeeze the Queen's arse, "I could think of something."
Daenerys pulled back and blushed, then looked around, grateful that anyone left alive wasn't near enough to them to notice, then she growled silently, "When we get back to King's Landing, then we'll talk."
"Yes, we will." Arya beamed, already looking forward to it, "I have the perfect way for us to celebrate, your grace."
Briefly Daenerys glared at the tiny girl, before nodding solemnly, "Anything for the saviour of the realm..."
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A few weeks later...
"Are you ready, your grace?" Arya grinned playfully.
There was a brief pause, then Daenerys grumbled, "Could we not do this from the comfort of our bedchamber?"
Arya smirked, "You know why it has to be here, don't you?"
"Yes..." Daenerys smiled softly, before asking, "Is it ever going to get old for you?"
"Never." Arya chuckled, before becoming stern, "Now, get out of MY chair."
Arya Stark never had any desire to be The Ruler Of The Seven Kingdoms. Hell, she didn't even want to be The Lady Of Winterfell. True, sometimes she referred to herself as The True Lady Of Winterfell, and now The True Ruler Of The Seven Kingdoms, but much like her last little jab it was nothing but a joke, and deep down Daenerys Targaryen knew that.
Arya had made it very clear that was how she felt, as no amount of 'real power' could make it worth her while listening to the complaints of the people, and trying to make decisions which would benefit the new Stark-Targaryen alliance and of course The Realm. She would happily leave such things to her beautiful wives, Daenerys Targaryen and Sansa Stark.
Still, the look which Daenerys gave her after that little joke was worth it's weight in gold. As was the way that the once proud Dragon Queen then lowered her head submissively, got off of The Iron Throne and moved aside so Arya could sit down upon it. Best of all was when The Queen Of The Seven Kingdoms kneel down in front of her, lowered her gaze, and waited for further instruction.
It was a beautiful sight which Arya chose to savour for a few long moments, going so far as to beckon her cupbearer forward, who was of course her sister and favourite bitch Sansa Stark. Margaery Tyrell was on the other side of the throne with a bunch of grapes, both naked except for the plugs up their arses, and as always willing to obey a superior woman.
After having her bitches feed her some grapes and wine Arya casually asked, "So, do you want something, my Queen?"
"Yes." Daenerys gulped softly, before asking, "Please Lady Arya, may I please be given the privilege of tasting your sweet pussy while you sit upon The Iron Throne?"
"Maybe..." Arya said thoughtfully, gleefully pushing her luck, "See, I know you want too, but you weren't very convincing, so how about we try this again, except this time you can be grovelling at my feet? Come on, get down there and kiss my boots. Kiss them! Yessssssssss, mmmmmmmm, that's a good little Dragon."
Initially the normally proud Queen gave her a pleading look, one which Arya found just adorable, which was made clear from the chuckle she let out during one of her commands. But the next was very firm, letting her Queen know she was deadly serious.
Then like everything so far with them The Queen Of The Seven Kingdoms lowered her head in submission and did as she was told, in this case bending down and pressing her lips to Arya's boots, one after the other. Arya couldn't even feel physical pleasure from it, like she could when she had one of her bitches worship her bare feet. And yet, the mental high was more than enough for her in that moment. Especially with the addition she would force upon her pet Dragon.
"Yes, just like that, mmmmmmmm, now ask again." Arya pushed, "Yessssssssss, beg to taste my pussy like the little lesbian slut you are!"
Again there was a pause as Daenerys Targaryen forced herself to accept this latest humiliation, then she slowly got into begging for what she wanted, "Please my Lady, may I taste your pussy? I want it so bad. Ohhhhhhhhh yes, I've wanted this from you. Mmmmmmmmm, and the moment I tasted your sister. Oh yes, mmmmmmmm, she tastes so good, and I could imagine that you taste the same. That both Stark sisters were delicious for little lesbian sluts like me, and your precious Margaery, who crave cunt. So please give it to me. Give me your cunt! Please Lady Arya, I want it more than I've ever wanted anything. Even more than what you're sitting on. Mmmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhh, I want your cunt that badly. Please? I want it! I need it! Please let me tongue your twat my Lady Arya, please?"
"I suppose that will do." Arya said almost dismissively, before quickly adding, "But first you must get naked for me. Oh yes, take off your clothes. Show me that beautiful body of yours. Oh yes, mmmmmmmmm, nice and slow, put on a show for me and your other wives, oh Gods!"
"Yes my Lady." Daenerys replied softly, when she was finally given a chance.
To Arya's credit she gave Daenerys that chance, it was just that she kept talking shortly afterwards, as it was hard to keep her cool when Daenerys Targaryen stood up, towering in front of her, which would have no doubt been so intimidating to most folks that they would piss their pants. Then the mighty Dragon Queen began stripping off her clothes like a cheap whore, swaying her body to and from in a way Arya knew she had learned from Margaery.
Who Arya spared a grinned to, and took a grape from her, and then some wine from Sansa as she continued to enjoy the show, before putting on a show of her own. Oh yes, in another small power move Arya was the last to get naked, grinning as she then sat down upon the Iron Throne and spread her legs so the real fun could begin.
"Eat my cunt, your grace." Arya ordered, "Oh yeah, I want The Queen Of The Seven Kingdoms to get down on her knees and tongue my twat. Mmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhh, and do it nice and slow. I want to savour the first time that Queen Daenerys Targaryen licks my pussy while I sit on her precious Iron Throne."
Daenerys silently obeyed, which in a way showed the tiny flicker of defiance there was still inside her. Not that it counted for much, as Arya didn't really give her a chance to respond. But it wasn't nothing, and Arya even looked impressed by it. Not that it would stop Daenerys from obeying. Especially as she had meant what she said, she had dreamed of tasting Arya's pussy.
She had hope she would be doing it as a top, but now she finally had her chance she wasn't going to turn it down. Especially not after everything Arya had done for her. Done for the living. So the proud Daenerys Targaryen got down on her knees in front of Arya Stark, leaned her head forward, stuck out her tongue and slid it over the younger girl's pussy lips.