Three hundred and twenty years after Aegon's Conquest, Queen Daenerys Targaryen sat at the head of the Small Council and could not stop staring at Missandei's chest. As her advisers debated on and on about politics, Dany licked her lips at the sight of her friend's large brown breasts. Ten years ago she would have exposed a nipple or done a little dance in the corner of the room. But she was a mother now, married to a Dothraki warrior. Daenerys had children of her own, but lacked a man to satisfy her ravenous appetite. Nevertheless, the 36-year-old Queen of Westeros sat in a room with old men, thirsting for another woman's cunt while her own was soaking her dress and chair.

Dany rested her chin in her hand and watched the Small Council argue about gold. Making sure each of them were completely focused on each other, she slyly licked her fingers. Missandei blushed. In a slow, discrete motion, Dany slid her right hand down below the table, between her thighs, and underneath her dress. She waited until Lord Blackwood was yelling at Lord Redwyne before she slid a finger inside herself and let out a moan.

Missandei's eyes widened. For years, Dany's sexual deviancy had been kept to late night sessions behind closed doors. Doing something during the daytime and in public was frighteningly new. The foreign usurper was already unpopular in some areas of Westeros. A scandal like this could ruin her.

The increasingly loud argument of the Small Council allowed Daenerys to increase her speed. Her wet sounds went unnoticed. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, as her face began to contort and her eyebrows dancing around. In her fantasy, Missandei was on her hands and knees crawling. The Naathi woman had a thin waist and a fat ass that put white women to shame. Dany wanted her to sneak under the table and secretly lick her cunt.

"Why don't we ask the Queen?" Her Hand Tyrion Lannister was drunk, but still noticed her lack of attention.

"How would you handle Baelor Hightower?" Lord Varys was old and losing his sight.

Daenerys carefully moved her wet hand to her knee.

"Margaery Tyrell is his niece. And more importantly, she is the Lady Paramount of the Reach. Tell her to make sure Lord Hightower knows this."

The meeting soon ended while she cleaned her fingers with her mouth. Dany walked to her chambers quickly and with a purpose. She needed to leave that dreaded Small Council. During her 20-year reign, bureaucracy was undoubtedly the worst part. In the dead of winter 300 AC, she had ridden Drogon into King's Landing and defeated her nephew Aegon. The following year she burned the white walkers at the Wall and killed the Night's King alongside her nephew Jon Snow. Now her life was nothing but taxes and talking.

Daenerys was glad to see Lady Brienne of her Queensguard standing watch at her door. The tall knight was sympathetic to alternate expressions of love. Inside her bedroom, Dany grinned at the sight of Missandei blushing.

"Strip her," she ordered Irri and Jhiqui. The two Dothraki women were mothers as well, but the four of them had a special relationship. After Dany's two great victories, they all fucked in celebration. Having survived the Red Waste and the Battle of Meereen, their love transcended the bonds of marriage. "Lick her holes."

Irri kneeled in front of the tall translator and Jhiqui knelt behind her. Missandei held a scream as they pleasured her. Dany removed her own gown. She pinched her pink nipples of her small breasts. Although she was the shortest of her friends, the Targaryen Queen was as strong and ravenous as her dragons.

"May I, your grace?" Missandei pleaded, her golden eyes begging.

"Absolutely not," Dany declared. Her little legs carried her to the trio. With a finger she collected island juice from Irri's chin and tasted it. She then gathered her own wetness and put two fingers in Missandei's mouth. She stared up at the taller woman with violet flames in her eyes. "You have awakened the dragon."

"Please, your grace!"

"Put her on the bed."

"As you wish, Khaleesi."

The Dothraki handmaidens stood and laid the weak-kneed Missandei to the luxurious feather bed. The silk sheets tickled her sensitive, sweaty skin. Flat on her back, she spread her legs and lifted her hips.

"Irri, Jhiqui, why don't you taste each other? And be sure to soak my bed with your scent."

The two mothers smiled and shared a deep kiss. Their sons were squires together and their daughters the best of friends. It was ages since they had been girls in the Dothraki Sea, their fathers killed mercilessly before they were traded as slaves. Now, they were going to fuck in the Red Keep, next to the most powerful woman in the known world.

Meanwhile, Dany knelt between Missandei's knees and stared at her glistening lips. The silver haired woman rubbed at her own.

"Say my name," she commanded. "And don't squirt until you finish all of them." With that she buried her nose in Missandei's curly black bush and orally attacked her sweet fruit.

"Oh God!" she squealed, thanking her Naathi god the Lord of Harmony. "You are Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, oh fuck . . . First of Her Name . . . yes . . . Queen of the Andals . . . and the First Men and the Rhoynar, L-L-Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, the Unburnt . . . oooh Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea . . . Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons. May I squirt now?!"

Dany smiled as she teased Missandei's clit.

"Count down from ten in Valyrian," she ordered.

"Yes, your grace. Ampa . . . Vore . . . Jenqa . . . sikuda . . . byre . . . toma . . . izula . . . hare . . . lanta . . . mere!"

"Now in Dothraki."

"Thi, qazat, ori, fekh, zhinda, mek, tor, sen, akat, at!"

"Squirt for me," Daenerys demanded.

"Thank you Mhysa!"

Missandei let out a scream that stopped Irri and Jhiqui's dinner for two. She arched her back and grabbed Khaleesi's long, soft hair. Dany drank as much juice as she could. Soon all four women laid in bed together, lazily kissing each other, one white small body lost in an entanglement of sweaty and brown arms and legs.

"It's good to be the Queen," Daenerys moaned. "The Iron Throne be damned. I won't let any pompous lord depose me and take away this kind of freedom."

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