[ 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...