It was not anything like she had ever imagined her quarters might look like when she was a child, but as Danerys relaxed in the large baths in the side of the room she decided this was even better than her old fantasies. As always, her son was thoughtful enough to make sure the baths were freshly heated before leaving, so the waters soothed tired muscles, and Missandei's back massage was divine. The chamber was massive, to accommodate Drogon's incredible bulk and his "treasures", with piles of bedding scattered around the room where groups of women were resting, the aftershocks of the latest session still leaving many of the women in the room either passed out or delirious with pleasure. Drogon had gone forth to hunt and sate his other hungers for the moment, but she could still feel him in her mind and knew he would soon return to slake his lusts upon them once again.
Still coming down from her own orgasmic bliss she took stock of the condition of the ones up and about and she saw Kinvara already organizing some to help clean and care for those still delirious. Just as she had many advisers and lieutenants to help run her empire, she relied on more level headed women to help manage Drogon's harem. It was necessary considering how large it had grown with conquest, seduction, and tribute from distant lands. Some from as far as Ulthos and Mossovy, and a set of daughters from some fallen noble in Yi Ti who were given as tribute by a lord under the mistaken impression they would be eaten. Translation was hard work she supposed, while they had spent some time on Drogon's tongue, they certainly didn't fear it now. The younger twins were splashing each other in a nearby pool while giggling, and their sisters were still recuperating on pillows deeper in the room.
After taking a deep breath Daenerys blushed a little when she considered what her younger self would have thought if she'd have known her room would always smell like a whorehouse. Even with frequent cleaning, the volume of seed her son spewed in the room and the musk of so many women's orgasmic fluids permeated all the fixtures. She saw Myrcella, still passed out in some blankets near the center. The princess, while a very devoted servant excellent at teaching new girls to the harem how to worship her son, seemed to be particularly sensitive to the emotional broadcasts and could spend most of a day in a stupor if she caught a heavy dose of it. She'd missed most of the feeding from the last time and would no doubt be begging those in the blast to see if she could still taste them when she awoke, which was a good thing as she was very proficient with her lips and tongue.
Daenerys felt like something between a high priestess and a military officer when it came to organizing the servicing of Drogon's lust. Directing groups of naked women whose thoughts were already fogged by his feelings suffusing their minds to work toward the goal for as long as they remained somewhat cognizant, and calling in reinforcements when the first group became insensate. A priestess leading her flock in rituals most lewd as they received the blessings of one a good part of the harem literally worshiped as a god. The devotees of R'hllor apparently decided he was some avatar of their god, so fortunately theological disputes were rare. The more frequent ones that popped up were mostly disagreements as to the best way to massage her son's cock, because some silly sluts couldn't seem to understand the answer was all the ways and often.
The water in her bath was disturbed as Margaery and Sansa helped each other into it, both still clearly only semi-aware. Daenerys felt a familiar familial pride at the sight, so many noble daughters turned into horny sluts whose greatest joy was to serve her son's pleasure. In the one trait that her reign shared with Robert's, happy horny whores were an important resource in the smooth operation of her government. Sansa drifted over to her and planted her face in Daenerys's tits and wrapped her arms around her empress. She leaned back into Missandei and petted Sansa's red hair as the still somewhat dazed girl was licking and sucking all over her breasts as if she could find some morsel of cum the other women had missed in the tongue baths that ensued after Drogon came all over her. She closed her eyes and felt her pleasure rising slowly while in the distance she felt Drogon's lust rising faster as he sensed her playing with the harem. Yes, the reality was far better than she could have dreamt as a child.
