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p r o m p t s
just because: you were just thinking of them and got them something.
interested: what better way to ask somebody out on a date than presenting them with collateral?
courtship: you're old-fashioned - or from an old-fashioned society - and to pursue someone, you have to present them with a gift to make your intentions known.
serious: be it an engagement present or something else, you want your special someone to realize that you want to take things to the next level.
ownership: the present's twofold; it also shows everyone else that this person is yours.
apologize: oh. you've really, really screwed up. can you make it up to them?
special occasion: ordinary gifts won't do for a birthday, anniversary, or wedding.
homemade: this is no purchased trinket. you made it with your own two hands.
priceless: the item you give came at great cost, is an heirloom, or previously owned by someone you love.
gag gift: ...hopefully they won't kill you.
gift gone wrong: or be killed, maimed, or deeply offended by your gift.
[ Dany has never harbored any particular interest in boats, but even she has to admit that the Floating Petal is a truly beautiful ship.
Of course it would be, since that's what she requested: a powerful, sleek, beautiful creation that would shorten the journey between Highgarden and King's Landing by days, and make an overland journey unthinkable. It's a ship built for pleasure and speed, rather than warfare; there's a subtle opulence to the smooth wood and ornate decorations carved into the doorways, with clear windows and soft curtains. The inside is even more beautiful, with hanging paintings and the sigil of House Tyrell everywhere, not to mention the cabin itself: a four-poster bed adorned with the finest silks, an exquisite vanity, and even something of a balcony so Margaery can gaze out over the ocean.
That's where Dany is now, smiling slyly as she contends with the excitement of surprising her lover. The door should knock any moment now, and when Margaery enters, that's when Dany will tell her that the ship is hers. It's perhaps a slightly selfish gift, since Dany would do anything to shorten the length of time they must spend away from each other, but she doubts Margaery will mind. After a few moments, a knock comes on the door and an Unsullied lets her know that Lady Tyrell has arrived aboard, to which Dany thanks him before wandering over to the bed, sitting on the edge and gazing with diminishing patience at the door. ]
[ It isn't exactly hard for Margaery to guess when her lover plans to surprise her. Dany's demeanor has grown antsy over the last few days, thought there hadn't seemed to be anything particularly exciting on the schedule; that, plus a few letters she had hastily hidden away when Margaery had entered her solar, made it obvious something was up. What Margaery hadn't expected was a surprise on this level. When she's first shown over the ship, she thinks it's just another warship, one for the kingdom at large. Impressive, but nothing she hasn't seen before. But when the Unsullied escort her to where Dany is, her eyes flit over her surroundings, and she begins to understand. The soft fabrics. The polished wood. The expensive paintings. By the Gods, there are actually roses carved into some of the doors.
When Margaery had mentioned offhandedly that she wished she could make the trip between King's Landing and Highgarden faster, she had never expected Dany to fulfill her request on this scale.
By the time she's at the door, she's grinning, and her smile gets even wider when she steps into the room and sees how it's been perfectly tailored to her tastes. She's always liked the finer things in life, and absolutely never has she felt so able to revel in them. ] You shouldn't have.
[ Dany had intended to keep her expression teasingly stoic, but Margaery's beaming grin is far too infectious, and her lips tug into an easy smile. Gods, but she loves this woman. This Rose of Highgarden, with her quick wit and gentle manner and radiant warmth and that delightful little smirk. ]
I absolutely should have, so I did. I hope you like it.
[ As if she can't tell already from Margaery's expression. Dany leans against the edge of the bed, tilting her head a little. ] It's a little selfish, on my part. I want you to be able to come to King's Landing as quickly as possible; you know I don't like you being away for long. All the subjects of the Seven Kingdoms, and without you, I still get lonely.
[ Margaery isn't usually a person who beams. Her happiness is turned sly and coy among most, all part of her particular performance of being a lady. So the fact that she literally can't stop smiling should show just how much this gift has pleased her. It's not just the ship, of course, but what it represents. They can never marry, of course, can never proclaim their love, but now this ship exists as a pillar to it. ]
I love it. [ And because there are only Unsullied aboard, Margaery feels completely free to approach Dany, till she's close enough to cup her face. ] I love you. [ The kiss that follows is sweet, but quickly grows in passion as her other hand falls to grip Dany's waist. When she pulls away, her smirk's back. ] I think we need to christen this ship, darling.
[ Dany hadn't wanted to place any kind of expectation on Margaery, but there is something a little sly about waiting for her lover in the cabin of all places. Not the deck, not the prow. The cabin, where the very expensive and very comfortable bed is. She can't help it, really; her desire for Margaery is ever-present, whether it's blazing like a wildfire rushing through her body or simmering gently yet persistently in the background...but that desire is always there.
When Margaery crosses the room and kisses her, that desire boils over and she kisses back with desperate, needy hunger. She's never felt this level of intense attraction for any of her previous lovers, be they men or women. It's an attraction she felt from the moment Margaery stepped before the Iron Throne to pledge the allegiance of House Tyrell; Dany had been wary, her eyes sharp for possible treachery, but she forgot that wariness when the Rose of Highgarden bent the knee, affording a wonderful view down her dress. Perhaps that was when the seduction had started. It almost doesn't matter how they got here, as long as they're here, with Dany biting her lip once the kiss breaks, beaming right back at Margaery. ]
I love you too. And I really should have been naked when you walked in.
[ Dany meets Margaery's beautiful smirk with her own sly smile that reaches her eyes in the form of a playful gleam, and then she pounces, throwing herself at Margaery like it's been months since they saw each other as opposed to hours. Dany flings her arms around Margaery, hands roaming down her back, and her lips crush against Margaery's lips in another searing kiss, moans slipping out of Dany and into her lover's mouth as their tongues clash. ]I love you, I love you...
[ Margaery isn't surprised to find Daenerys waiting for her next to the bed. Nor is she surprised when Dany joins her in the bath, or when she plans a picnic in the garden in a suspiciously private spot with a suspiciously soft blanket, or when she cuts a Small Council meeting short with the flimsiest of excuses so the pair of them can use the table for... other things. The ship was a surprise, but that Dany wanted to christen the bedroom first? Easy to understand.
They really do have the perfect relationship, in her opinion. Had Margaery planned on it? Not exactly, as she hadn't even been aware that the mysterious Dragon Queen was attracted to women before meeting her. But once they had met, the attraction had been obvious on both sides. And it still was, even now, a passion that burned longer than any dragonfire. She's about to say some sly retort regarding Dany's nudity when the other woman pounces on her, and she lets it go for the moment, pushing her lover down onto the soft, beckoning bed. She's sure no expense was spared in making it just perfect for them.
Even as they continue to kiss, Margaery's hands are moving. She's used to Dany's usual fashions by now, so has no problem undoing clasp after clasp on her dress until it finally slips downward to pool at her feet. It's then that she sits back, breathing heavily after the lengthy kiss, but pleased with herself. ] There. Now the bed is perfect.
[ The cabin fills with the sounds of lips smacking wetly together, accompanied by needy little moans that roll easily out of Dany; Margaery's always known just how to kiss her, how to touch her, how to make her feel like...like this. Like the world outside the two of them matters not, and the real world consists solely of her and the uncoiled perfection of Margaery Tyrell's body. What Gods, old or new or foreign, could possibly declare their love a sin, when Margaery was so clearly crafted to be as loved and admired as a sunset? ]
Margaery...
[ Dany's words lift out of her in a breathy tone; she's so lost in the kiss that she almost doesn't realize that Margaery is undressing with with the same swiftness that she can coax the Dragon Queen to orgasm, although Margaery does tend to take her time. It's one of the things that Dany loves about her and enjoys about their relationship: the way they savor one another, no matter how wild their hunger grows. Bit by bit, Dany's clothing falls away as if Margaery's very touch melts the fabric, and Dany realizes that perhaps she had a motivation in dressing the way she did today. Soon, she's utterly bare, legs spreading easily to expose the pink glisten of her cunt, her full breasts crowned with stiffened nipples, her expression a little dark with lust. ]
It could be more perfect still.
[ She hoists herself forward with an eager grin, capturing Margaery's lips in another frantic kiss, and this time it's Dany's hands that move to disrobe Margaery. However, whereas Margaery had disrobed Dany properly, the Dragon Queen is far too fuelled with lust to take too much time; she pulls and yanks and rips at Margaery's clothes, content in the knowledge that she'll just get Margaery a new, better dress for her to rip off next time, like always. ]Gods, so beautiful... [ Dany's hands fill themselves with Margaery's not bared breasts, squeezing gently and letting her thumbs graze over stiffening nipples. ]
That closet had better be full of dresses for me to wear out of here. [ Margaery teases, self-aware enough to know that Dany only allows herself to rip her dresses because she knows it makes the Rose of Highgarden that much hotter. One of the pleasant things about being one of the Queen's most trusted advisors is that people are even more honored to make dresses for her than they were when she was just the Lady of Highgarden. Thought they probably never guess that their hard work is being appreciated in this fashion.... ]
You are just.... stunning.
[ Though she hadn't gotten much of a chance to just look at Dany before the other woman was upon her and tearing at her dress, she'd seen enough. Dany looks beautiful in every outfit, every setting, but in Margaery's opinion it's when she's like this, wet and ready and hungry for a woman's touch, is when one could go a little mad with lust just looking at her. On the occasional nights where they invite some other woman into their bed, Margaery almost feels like she's doing a great charity, letting that particular gaze fall upon someone else. She's sure her lover haunts many a woman's dreams. Though her looks at Margaery always have that little extra something, that comes from not just lust but love.
She lets out a little whimper as Dany finally loosens her dress enough to free her breasts, now aching to be touched. Her own arms wrap around Dany, pulling her closer in until they're practically chest to chest. ] This is the greatest gift. You have no idea how much I yearn for you, when you can't travel to Highgarden with me. [ It's closer to the level of Dany's desperation than she usually shows. She gives her lover another passionate kiss, petting her hair. ] And now I can lie in this bed and think.... think about how you look at me.
[ Dany releases a playful giggle and nuzzles Margaery for a brief moment, relishing the warmth of the other woman's body against her own. ] Perhaps it isn't. Perhaps I intend to become a pirate queen and sail the seas of the world with my Highgarden rose, conquering ships and making love endlessly...
[ Margaery's gaze alone is so intense with lust that Dany can feel her lover's desire as surely as fingertips gliding over the bare valley of her body, and she meets said gaze with her own hungry stare, eyes glistening with deep-rooted sensuality. Gods, Margaery truly is beautiful beyond all words, not that it stops Dany from whispering in the other woman's ear whenever they're cuddled up together in the heavy-breathing aftermath of sex. None of the women they've entertained together, no matter how beautiful, have been able to distract Dany from Margaery for even a second. Not Yara, not that due-to-be-married girl who wrote Margaery a poem, not even beloved friends like Missandei and Sansa.
A moan rushes out of Dany as their chests crush up against one another, tight nipples stabbing against deliciously soft flesh, and her hands sweep easily down the smooth length of Margaery's back until her palms fill with the globes of that likewise perfect rear. She meets Margaery's kiss with her own, eyelashes fluttering with trembling bliss as their tongues meet with frenzied hunger. ] I hope you do more than think.
[ Dany's smile is sharp and sly, and after nuzzling Margaery again, she rolls them until the Rose of Highgarden is on her back. Dany buries her mouth against Margaery's neck, kissing and suckling while her hands move in a steady roam that's as full of affection as lust; she captures a nipple between her fingers, rolling and tugging it. ] Sometimes I can barely - mm - focus on ruling...my mind wanders to you...the entirety of me is...drawn to you. I can no more resist you than flocks of birds can choose not to fly south for winter... [ Smiling, Dany lifts and shifts forward just enough so that her breasts hover above Margaery's face... ]
[ Margaery laughs as she allows Dany to move her onto her back. She slips off the now-ruined dress, baring even more of herself to her lover's hungry gaze. ] You wouldn't even let me leave the bed, would you? Leave me chained up and wet for you and waiting all day and night for you to come fuck me....
[ Not exactly an unappetizing vision, though she obviously prefers her reality much more. Her neck has always been a sensitive spot, and Margaery feels little whimpers travel up her throat and spill out of her mouth. It's fascinating how quickly Dany can cause her to heat up; even if she'd walked onto the ship with just the barest idea that they might find themselves here, she's now wet, and getting wetter with everypleasing grope of Dany's hands. Her mouth waters as Dany hoists herself up to push her breasts above her face, and she gives her lover a grin before she licks her lips. ] What are you imagining, Dany? [ She pushes her head up to give Dany's breast the worship they deserve, speaking between kisses. ] Me, mmm touching myself on long nights alone? Fucking myself in time to the crashing of the waves outside? Pushing a toy inside while wishing it was you making me take it?
[ She already has ideas of the sort of teasing missives she can send the other woman. For now, she takes one of Dany's nipples between her teeth, gently, than lashing her tongue over it over and over just the way she knows her lover likes. ]
[ Dany's plush lips part to release a rush of increasingly unsteady moans climbing in volume; a quiver of lust rushes over her flesh like she's passed through a ghost, and her fingers comb into Margaery's soft locks before tightening eagerly. She could stay like this forever, locked away in a moment of passion with Margaery Tyrell and her clever fingers and wicked tongue and intoxicating smile and her perfect...everything. Even the words she's speaking feel like a dance of fingertips lighting further fires over the valley of Dany's body, and she bites down on her bottom lip in a vain attempt to silence a particularly high-pitched moan. ]
Yes, yesss, Margaery, all of it...but I want to be there for - ooh, fuck - for all of it. I want to stop your nights from being lonely. I - ah - I want to fuck you in time to the crash of the waves and the heave of the ship...I want to push every inch of that toy into the clench of your cunt and hear you cry for me!
[ A sharp moan strikes out of Dany as teeth tug upon her nipple before that impossibly talented tongue lashes across it; without even realizing it, Dany has started to grind down against Margaery in a slow, deep rhythm of descending hips. She presses Margaery's head to her chest moe firmly than ever, hands sliding down her lover's back. ]Never stop touching me, never, I need you...oh Gods, you - ah - love my - mmph - love my breasts, don't you? Keep going, keep going, kiss them, suck them, for your Queen...your loving Queen...
[ While there's certainly a lot to enjoy about taking one of Dany's soft, perky breasts into her mouth, Margaery's favorite part is watching how her lover slowly grows too turned on to speak. The words she does say, however, are hotter than ever, and Margaery rises from her task for a moment to shoot Dany a wild smirk. ] Could you imagine what people might think, you having dragons and traveling by ship just to fuck your lover? Or using a dragon ride just to join me in bed?
[ She knows Dany might do it, is the thing. There's very little her lover won't do for her, and Margaery takes all she has to give. She's always been greedy that way. And she's greedy for more of her now, more as she continues to lick and suck at Dany's breasts, switching off to give them each equal treatment, one hand coming up to tease whichever one isn't currently filling her mouth. In the meantime her other hand comes around behind Dany, giving her a sharp spank on the rear before soothing and kneading the skin, showing her how much she enjoys the growing rhythm of her hips. ] I love your breasts, your ass, your cunt.... every inch of you. Touching you, licking you, fucking you... hearing you scream....
[ The thought of jumping on Drogon's back and climbing above the clouds just to dive down toward Highgarden for the simple purpose of feeding her impatient lust for Margaery Tyrell has occurred to Dany, and more than once; Margaery's mention of such a possibility causes a breathless grin to break across her face, even as she struggles to get words out when moans are all that want to leave her. ]Mm, I - ah - I think they'd be shocked, scandalized, and - ngh - and I wouldn't care at all if it means your - ah! - b-body is pressed to mine...
[ Dany sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to hold back a moan which subsequently squeezes out of her in the form of hurried gasps; her grip on Margaery's hair tightens into something harder, even more possessive. She can't help it, not when Margaery is doing this to her, bathing her sensitive breasts in the kind of attention she needs and only Margaery can give her. Dany's hips grind and roll in a steady if frantic motion, and even lash of Margaery's tongue across an achingly tight nipple sends a fresh jolt of ecstasy through the very core of her.
Then comes the spank, sharp and stinging and causing a high squeal to race out of her. The very impact causes her to shiver with fresh arousal, and she clutches at Margaery all the more desperately, sinking into the erotic warmth of her words, her promises. ] Y-yes, oh Gods yes, I love how you touch me...do it again, please, do it harder, make me scream for you...
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Of course it would be, since that's what she requested: a powerful, sleek, beautiful creation that would shorten the journey between Highgarden and King's Landing by days, and make an overland journey unthinkable. It's a ship built for pleasure and speed, rather than warfare; there's a subtle opulence to the smooth wood and ornate decorations carved into the doorways, with clear windows and soft curtains. The inside is even more beautiful, with hanging paintings and the sigil of House Tyrell everywhere, not to mention the cabin itself: a four-poster bed adorned with the finest silks, an exquisite vanity, and even something of a balcony so Margaery can gaze out over the ocean.
That's where Dany is now, smiling slyly as she contends with the excitement of surprising her lover. The door should knock any moment now, and when Margaery enters, that's when Dany will tell her that the ship is hers. It's perhaps a slightly selfish gift, since Dany would do anything to shorten the length of time they must spend away from each other, but she doubts Margaery will mind. After a few moments, a knock comes on the door and an Unsullied lets her know that Lady Tyrell has arrived aboard, to which Dany thanks him before wandering over to the bed, sitting on the edge and gazing with diminishing patience at the door. ]
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When Margaery had mentioned offhandedly that she wished she could make the trip between King's Landing and Highgarden faster, she had never expected Dany to fulfill her request on this scale.
By the time she's at the door, she's grinning, and her smile gets even wider when she steps into the room and sees how it's been perfectly tailored to her tastes. She's always liked the finer things in life, and absolutely never has she felt so able to revel in them. ] You shouldn't have.
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I absolutely should have, so I did. I hope you like it.
[ As if she can't tell already from Margaery's expression. Dany leans against the edge of the bed, tilting her head a little. ] It's a little selfish, on my part. I want you to be able to come to King's Landing as quickly as possible; you know I don't like you being away for long. All the subjects of the Seven Kingdoms, and without you, I still get lonely.
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I love it. [ And because there are only Unsullied aboard, Margaery feels completely free to approach Dany, till she's close enough to cup her face. ] I love you. [ The kiss that follows is sweet, but quickly grows in passion as her other hand falls to grip Dany's waist. When she pulls away, her smirk's back. ] I think we need to christen this ship, darling.
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When Margaery crosses the room and kisses her, that desire boils over and she kisses back with desperate, needy hunger. She's never felt this level of intense attraction for any of her previous lovers, be they men or women. It's an attraction she felt from the moment Margaery stepped before the Iron Throne to pledge the allegiance of House Tyrell; Dany had been wary, her eyes sharp for possible treachery, but she forgot that wariness when the Rose of Highgarden bent the knee, affording a wonderful view down her dress. Perhaps that was when the seduction had started. It almost doesn't matter how they got here, as long as they're here, with Dany biting her lip once the kiss breaks, beaming right back at Margaery. ]
I love you too. And I really should have been naked when you walked in.
[ Dany meets Margaery's beautiful smirk with her own sly smile that reaches her eyes in the form of a playful gleam, and then she pounces, throwing herself at Margaery like it's been months since they saw each other as opposed to hours. Dany flings her arms around Margaery, hands roaming down her back, and her lips crush against Margaery's lips in another searing kiss, moans slipping out of Dany and into her lover's mouth as their tongues clash. ] I love you, I love you...
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They really do have the perfect relationship, in her opinion. Had Margaery planned on it? Not exactly, as she hadn't even been aware that the mysterious Dragon Queen was attracted to women before meeting her. But once they had met, the attraction had been obvious on both sides. And it still was, even now, a passion that burned longer than any dragonfire. She's about to say some sly retort regarding Dany's nudity when the other woman pounces on her, and she lets it go for the moment, pushing her lover down onto the soft, beckoning bed. She's sure no expense was spared in making it just perfect for them.
Even as they continue to kiss, Margaery's hands are moving. She's used to Dany's usual fashions by now, so has no problem undoing clasp after clasp on her dress until it finally slips downward to pool at her feet. It's then that she sits back, breathing heavily after the lengthy kiss, but pleased with herself. ] There. Now the bed is perfect.
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Margaery...
[ Dany's words lift out of her in a breathy tone; she's so lost in the kiss that she almost doesn't realize that Margaery is undressing with with the same swiftness that she can coax the Dragon Queen to orgasm, although Margaery does tend to take her time. It's one of the things that Dany loves about her and enjoys about their relationship: the way they savor one another, no matter how wild their hunger grows. Bit by bit, Dany's clothing falls away as if Margaery's very touch melts the fabric, and Dany realizes that perhaps she had a motivation in dressing the way she did today. Soon, she's utterly bare, legs spreading easily to expose the pink glisten of her cunt, her full breasts crowned with stiffened nipples, her expression a little dark with lust. ]
It could be more perfect still.
[ She hoists herself forward with an eager grin, capturing Margaery's lips in another frantic kiss, and this time it's Dany's hands that move to disrobe Margaery. However, whereas Margaery had disrobed Dany properly, the Dragon Queen is far too fuelled with lust to take too much time; she pulls and yanks and rips at Margaery's clothes, content in the knowledge that she'll just get Margaery a new, better dress for her to rip off next time, like always. ] Gods, so beautiful... [ Dany's hands fill themselves with Margaery's not bared breasts, squeezing gently and letting her thumbs graze over stiffening nipples. ]
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You are just.... stunning.
[ Though she hadn't gotten much of a chance to just look at Dany before the other woman was upon her and tearing at her dress, she'd seen enough. Dany looks beautiful in every outfit, every setting, but in Margaery's opinion it's when she's like this, wet and ready and hungry for a woman's touch, is when one could go a little mad with lust just looking at her. On the occasional nights where they invite some other woman into their bed, Margaery almost feels like she's doing a great charity, letting that particular gaze fall upon someone else. She's sure her lover haunts many a woman's dreams. Though her looks at Margaery always have that little extra something, that comes from not just lust but love.
She lets out a little whimper as Dany finally loosens her dress enough to free her breasts, now aching to be touched. Her own arms wrap around Dany, pulling her closer in until they're practically chest to chest. ] This is the greatest gift. You have no idea how much I yearn for you, when you can't travel to Highgarden with me. [ It's closer to the level of Dany's desperation than she usually shows. She gives her lover another passionate kiss, petting her hair. ] And now I can lie in this bed and think.... think about how you look at me.
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[ Margaery's gaze alone is so intense with lust that Dany can feel her lover's desire as surely as fingertips gliding over the bare valley of her body, and she meets said gaze with her own hungry stare, eyes glistening with deep-rooted sensuality. Gods, Margaery truly is beautiful beyond all words, not that it stops Dany from whispering in the other woman's ear whenever they're cuddled up together in the heavy-breathing aftermath of sex. None of the women they've entertained together, no matter how beautiful, have been able to distract Dany from Margaery for even a second. Not Yara, not that due-to-be-married girl who wrote Margaery a poem, not even beloved friends like Missandei and Sansa.
A moan rushes out of Dany as their chests crush up against one another, tight nipples stabbing against deliciously soft flesh, and her hands sweep easily down the smooth length of Margaery's back until her palms fill with the globes of that likewise perfect rear. She meets Margaery's kiss with her own, eyelashes fluttering with trembling bliss as their tongues meet with frenzied hunger. ] I hope you do more than think.
[ Dany's smile is sharp and sly, and after nuzzling Margaery again, she rolls them until the Rose of Highgarden is on her back. Dany buries her mouth against Margaery's neck, kissing and suckling while her hands move in a steady roam that's as full of affection as lust; she captures a nipple between her fingers, rolling and tugging it. ] Sometimes I can barely - mm - focus on ruling...my mind wanders to you...the entirety of me is...drawn to you. I can no more resist you than flocks of birds can choose not to fly south for winter... [ Smiling, Dany lifts and shifts forward just enough so that her breasts hover above Margaery's face... ]
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[ Not exactly an unappetizing vision, though she obviously prefers her reality much more. Her neck has always been a sensitive spot, and Margaery feels little whimpers travel up her throat and spill out of her mouth. It's fascinating how quickly Dany can cause her to heat up; even if she'd walked onto the ship with just the barest idea that they might find themselves here, she's now wet, and getting wetter with everypleasing grope of Dany's hands. Her mouth waters as Dany hoists herself up to push her breasts above her face, and she gives her lover a grin before she licks her lips. ] What are you imagining, Dany? [ She pushes her head up to give Dany's breast the worship they deserve, speaking between kisses. ] Me, mmm touching myself on long nights alone? Fucking myself in time to the crashing of the waves outside? Pushing a toy inside while wishing it was you making me take it?
[ She already has ideas of the sort of teasing missives she can send the other woman. For now, she takes one of Dany's nipples between her teeth, gently, than lashing her tongue over it over and over just the way she knows her lover likes. ]
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Yes, yesss, Margaery, all of it...but I want to be there for - ooh, fuck - for all of it. I want to stop your nights from being lonely. I - ah - I want to fuck you in time to the crash of the waves and the heave of the ship...I want to push every inch of that toy into the clench of your cunt and hear you cry for me!
[ A sharp moan strikes out of Dany as teeth tug upon her nipple before that impossibly talented tongue lashes across it; without even realizing it, Dany has started to grind down against Margaery in a slow, deep rhythm of descending hips. She presses Margaery's head to her chest moe firmly than ever, hands sliding down her lover's back. ] Never stop touching me, never, I need you...oh Gods, you - ah - love my - mmph - love my breasts, don't you? Keep going, keep going, kiss them, suck them, for your Queen...your loving Queen...
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[ She knows Dany might do it, is the thing. There's very little her lover won't do for her, and Margaery takes all she has to give. She's always been greedy that way. And she's greedy for more of her now, more as she continues to lick and suck at Dany's breasts, switching off to give them each equal treatment, one hand coming up to tease whichever one isn't currently filling her mouth. In the meantime her other hand comes around behind Dany, giving her a sharp spank on the rear before soothing and kneading the skin, showing her how much she enjoys the growing rhythm of her hips. ] I love your breasts, your ass, your cunt.... every inch of you. Touching you, licking you, fucking you... hearing you scream....
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[ Dany sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to hold back a moan which subsequently squeezes out of her in the form of hurried gasps; her grip on Margaery's hair tightens into something harder, even more possessive. She can't help it, not when Margaery is doing this to her, bathing her sensitive breasts in the kind of attention she needs and only Margaery can give her. Dany's hips grind and roll in a steady if frantic motion, and even lash of Margaery's tongue across an achingly tight nipple sends a fresh jolt of ecstasy through the very core of her.
Then comes the spank, sharp and stinging and causing a high squeal to race out of her. The very impact causes her to shiver with fresh arousal, and she clutches at Margaery all the more desperately, sinking into the erotic warmth of her words, her promises. ] Y-yes, oh Gods yes, I love how you touch me...do it again, please, do it harder, make me scream for you...
Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA
Cassia Andor | Rogue One | OTA
Essa Erso-Andor | Rogue One OC | OTA
Sherlock Holmes || Sherlock BBC || m/m
Sir Lancelot du Lac | Arthurian mythos
Ser Loras Tyrell | Game of Thrones | M/M
Lord Renly Baratheon | Game of Thrones | M/M
Rhaenys Targaryen | ASoIaF | Open
Cassian Andor | Rogue One | OTA
Rey | Star Wars | OTA
zelda | breath of the wild | m/f
rinoa heartilly | ffviii | m/f
junpei tenmyouji | zero escape | m/f
kyouko kirigiri | dangan ronpa | m/f
Ben Solo | Star Wars | OTA
Cassandra de Rolo | Critical Role | M/F for shipping OTA for gen
Nico Acosta | OC | M/F
Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA
Nico Moreno | OC | M/F
Grace Callahan | OC | F/M