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[d0reah]

Doreah’s   gaze   softened   as   she   watched   Daenerys   surrender   to   the   sensation,   her   body   becoming   a   map   she   longed   to   explore   and   know   intimately.   Each   whispered   word   and   breathy   plea   from   Daenerys   seemed   to   unfurl   something   deep   within   her,   an   affection   she   hadn’t   known   she   could   feel   in   such   closeness.

Her   hand   traced   a   soothing   line   up   Daenerys’s   side,   fingers   gentle   but   sure   as   they   danced   over   warm   skin.   She   leaned   in   close,   lips   grazing   Daenerys's   ear   as   she   murmured   in   a   tone   laced   with   both   reassurance   and   promise,   "Let   them   hear,   khaleesi.   Let   them   know   you   are   as   fierce   in   desire   as   you   are   in   all   else."

Her   voice,   soft   as   silk,   teased   but   held   a   genuine   warmth   and   encouragement   that   made   Daenerys   relax   further,   yielding   fully   to   each   movement,   each   sensation.   Doreah   responded   to   Daenerys’s   eager   command   by   deepening   her   pace,   her   motions   careful   yet   powerful,   each   one   guided   by   Daenerys’s   soft   sighs   and   the   way   her   fingers   clenched   and   unclenched   in   bliss.

When   Daenerys’s   hand   found   her   own   pleasure,   Doreah   couldn’t   help   but   smile,   pride   lighting   her   eyes   as   she   saw   her   queen   taking   control,   savoring   each   sensation.   "That's   it,   Khaleesi.   Take   your   pleasure   into   your   hands.   Ask   and   I   will   deliver,   or   take   until   you   are   satisfied."   She   cupped   Daenerys’s   face   tenderly,   brushing   a   thumb   over   her   cheek   as   their   eyes   met,   a   silent   understanding   passing   between   them.

"You   look   so   beautiful,   khaleesi,"   Doreah   whispered,   brushing   her   lips   softly   over   Daenerys’s   before   deepening   the   kiss,   savoring   the   warmth   and   sweetness   of   it.   "I   will   give   you   everything   you   desire."   she   promised,   her   voice   low   and   steady,   letting   her   kisses   and   touches   speak   for   her   as   she   continued   to   fulfill   every   request   and   more,   until   her   queen   had   nothing   left   to   wish   for.   "You   are   doing   so   good.   You   want   to   come   around   me?"   And   her   thrust   become   more   rprecise   and   erratic   in   feeling,   particular   thrust   allowed   Doreah   to   have   her   own   pleasure   and   the   Lyseni   beauty   allowed   her   own   moans   to   encourage   the   other's.

ㅤㅤㅤSHE  LETS  DOREAH'S  WORDS  TRULY  SINK  IN,  at  last  content  with  the  idea  that  it  is  okay  to  focus  on  herself.  It's  okay  to  want,  to  need,  to  ask  for  things  and  not  settle  for  less.  It  does  not  feel  so  selfish  to  seek  her  own  pleasure,  not  with  someone  who  is  ready  and  eager  to  please.  And  gods,  how  she  wishes  to  simply  feel,  and  to  feel  it  all  freely.  On  her  own  terms.  All  of  the  tension  in  her  body  fades  beneath  Doreah's  soothing  touch  and  affirmations,  the  trust  between  them  allowing  Dany  to  at  last  settle,  no  other  concerns  to  heed  in  the  moment  save  for  her  own  search  of  pleasure.  Even  their  kisses  feel  different,  better,  when  she  lets  go  of  that  eager  anxiousness  that  has  held  her  through  the  night.

ㅤㅤㅤDany  can  feel  the  movements  below,  though  she  need  not  look  to  know  what  Doreah  is  doing.  Instead,  she  lingers  in  their  kisses,  following  every  unspoken  command  issued  by  the  Lyseni's  touch  and  guidance.  She  sinks  down  into  the  bed,  resting  upon  her  side  as  Doreah  turns  her  body  and  lifts  her  leg.  She  knows  what  is  coming,  and  yet  she  does  not  expect  is  so  soon.  Nor  so  easily.  ❝ Oh  ─  ❞  she  breaths  between  a  gasp  and  a  moan  at  the  sudden,  slow  intrusion.  It  feels  unlike  what  she  had  imagined  it  would  inside  of  her,  but  oddly  enough,  she  finds  it  more  pleasant  than  she  had  expected.  ❝ Oh,  ❞  she  moans  again,  deciding  that  she  likes  how  the  fake  cock  feels  within  her.  It's  not  quite  the  same  as  what  a  man  would  feel  like,  but  it's  far  too  pleasurable  for  the  differences  to  matter  too  much.  ❝ That  feels  wonderful,  ❞  Dany  sighs,  resting  upon  her  arm  as  she  allows  Doreah  to  continue  unimpeded.  ❝ You  feel  wonderful.  ❞

ㅤㅤㅤBut  she  laughs  as  well  though  heavy  lids,  despite  how  easy  it  is  to  fade  into  the  sensation  between  her  legs,  grin  spreading  breathlessly  as  a  hand  squeezes  at  her  breast.  ❝ If  you  fuck  me  like  this,  they  may  all  know  it  by  the  end  of  the  night,  anyhow,  ❞  the  khaleesi  jests,  letting  her  eyes  close  to  focus  on  the  feeling  of  Doreah's  skillful  thrusts.  There  is  no  privacy  in  the  khalasar,  not  truly,  no  matter  how  hard  they  try.  Someone  will  hear,  but  she  can  only  pray  it  is  not  the  wrong  person,  and  that  there  will  be  no  odd  looks  from  her  non-Dothraki  followers.  Right  now,  she's  too  distracted  to  care.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Doreah,  ❞  she  speaks,  finding  her  voice  again.  ❝ Harder,  gevie.  I  want  to  feel  you  deep.  ❞  A  hand  reaches  back,  cupping  against  Doreah's  features  to  bring  their  lips  together  again.  Her  eyes  linger  upon  the  Lyseni's  once  their  kiss  breaks.  An  idea  flashes  in  her  hues,  a  flicker  of  her  gaze  to  the  thrusting  toy  moving  in  and  out  of  her  as  her  other  hand  travels  down  her  own  body,  testing  digits  pressing  between  the  top  of  her  folds  to  find  her  swollen  bud,  a  jolt  through  her  body  as  she  feels  the  combined  pleasure,  her  hand  quickly  retreating.  Her  mouth  hangs  agape,  surprised  by  the  feeling,  but  she  looks  to  Doreah  again,  carefully  returning  her  explorative  hand  back  to  that  sweet  heaven  between  her  folds.  This  time  she  does  not  ask  if  this  is  what  she  should  do.  She  does  it,  only  because  she  wants  to.  Gentle,  panting  sighs  fall  from  Dany's  parted  lips,  a  new  pleasure  washing  over  her  features  as  she  begins  to  rub  circles  against  her  own  clit  while  Doreah  thrusts  into  her.  ❝ Oh  gods,  ❞  she  whines happily,  her  other  hand  grasping  at  Doreah.  ❝ More,  Dory.  Give  me  more.  Make  me  quiver.  ❞

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doreah wants to give some lovin'

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Doreah’s   lips   curve   into   a   coy   smile   as   she   leans   over   Margaery,   her   gaze   tracing   the   former   queen’s   flushed   skin   and   the   glistening   invitation   left   in   her   wake.   Margaery’s   breathless   giggle   and   the   words   that   followed—"hardly   the   queen   of   anything   anymore"—echo   in   her   mind,   each   syllable   feeding   her   desire   to   bestow   a   worship   befitting   royalty.   Her   slender   fingers   rest   possessively   along   Margaery’s   thighs,   feeling   the   tremors   that   linger   in   their   muscles.

"Your   words   say   you’re   no   queen,   yet   look   how   you   reign,"   Doreah   purrs,   pressing   her   lips   to   the   sensitive   hollow   beneath   Margaery’s   ear.   Her   own   gown   slips   lower,   revealing   the   delicate   pearls   that   catch   the   faint   light   of   the   chamber.   Doreah   slides   down,   shifting   until   she   kneels   between   Margaery’s   parted   thighs,   her   lips   trailing   over   the   softness   of   her   inner   thigh,   savoring   the   warm,   velvety   texture   of   her   skin.

She   presses   her   mouth   to   Margaery’s   sensitive   flesh   with   gentle   yet   deliberate   intent,   leaving   trails   of   heat   with   every   touch,   her   fingers   tracing   languid   patterns   up   and   down   her   thighs   in   time   with   each   kiss.   Meeting   Margaery’s   gaze   from   her   position,   Doreah   pauses,   her   voice   a   low,   sultry   whisper.   "If   my   queen   desires   my   lips,   then   my   queen   shall   have   them—"   she   pauses   to   let   her   lips   hover   just   above   her,   the   first   taste   of   her   tongue   upon   wet   folds   is   almost   obscene   with   the   way   she   licks   here   lips   shortly   after,   the   tension   building   as   her   breath   brushes   against   her   sensitive   skin,   "—as   long   and   as   deeply   as   she   wishes."

With   a   final,   lingering   look,   Doreah   fulfills   Margaery's   request,   her   mouth   worshipping   her   with   an   exquisite   tenderness   as   if   to   show   her   exactly   how   captivating   a   queen   she   remains.   A   hand   helps   her   spread   folds   and   find   that   overstimulated   bud,   lips   wrapped   around   it   so   they   would   begin   to   suck   and   pleasure   the   other.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I'M  HARDLY  THE  QUEEN  OF  ANYTHING  ANYMORE,  ❞  Margaery  giggles,  ❝ but  how  can  I  deny  you  while  you're  bringing  me  such  pleasure?  And  looking  so,  so  beautiful  while  doing  it.  ❞  She  presses  her  lips  to  the  other's  temple,  not  keen  to  remove  her  from  the  wonderful  work  of  her  mouth  upon  her  neck.  What  resistance  she  has  left  proves  futile  as  Doreah's  fingers  sink  further  within  her,  crooking  into  a  spot  that  sends  a  shockwave  through  her  core.  Margaery  gasps  when  the  handmaid  reaches  that  place,  the  muscles  in  her  legs  clenching  as  hips  thrust  forth  unbidden,  seeking  more  of  Doreah's  touch.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Oh!  There,  gods,  there  ─  ❞  At  last  she  surrenders  her  own  efforts,  unable  to  think  clearly  enough  to  continue,  the  hand  between  the  other's  legs  coming  to  grip  at  her  thigh  instead,  shaking  against  the  tremors  of  her  own  body.  Margaery  arches  against  the  back  of  the  chaise,  chestnut  curls  tumbling  over  her  shoulders  as  she  writhes  upon  Doreah's  skillful  fingers.  Her  opposite  hand  stops  its  tender  teasing  of  the  Lyseni's  skin,  travelling  upward  to  brush  through  golden  streams  of  hair.  ❝ You're  going  to  be  eating  for  a  while,  then.  Look  what  you've  done  to  me,  ❞  the  rose  jests,  but  her  breathless  laughter  is  stifled  by  increasing  moans,  the  rise  and  fall  of  her  chest  heaving  as  she  unravels  from  within.  ❝ Faster,  faster,  I'm  almost  there  ─  ❞  is  her  last  plea  before  the  sudden  burst  of  ecstasy  claims  her  body.  A  louder  cry  of  pleasure  overtakes  her,  eyes  squeezing  tightly  shut  as  her  hips  rock  desperately  into  Doreah's  fingers,  clamping  walls  spilling  around  those  slender  digits.

ㅤㅤㅤMargaery  breathes  through  her  climax,  such  a  sweet  relief  after  so  long  abstaining  from  another's  touch.  How  wonderful  it  is  to  feel  such  soft  lips  upon  her  skin,  attentive  hands  playing  a  song  inside  her  body  as  if  plucking  the  strings  of  a  harp.  The  Tyrell  sighs  happily,  leaning  to  meet  Doreah's  lips,  smiling  into  the  kiss.  ❝ What  a  darling  you  are,  making  me  feel  this  good.  ❞  Another  kiss,  and  a  whisper,  tilting  her  head  to  nibble  upon  the  Lyseni's  earlobe.  ❝ Give  me  those  pretty  lips  now.  I  want  to  see  how  you  look  between  my  legs.  ❞  She  withdraws,  carefully  reclining  until  she  is  laying  upon  the  cushions  of  the  chaise.  Her  legs  spread  apart,  skirts  lifted  to  her  waist  so  that  her  glistening  folds  are on  full display  for  the  Lyseni  to  admire  her  work.  And  ready  for  her  taking.  Margaery  looks  at  Doreah  through  her  parted  thighs,  dragging  her  hands  sensuously  down  the  hills  of  her  exposed  breasts.  ❝ Shall  I  stay  like  this? Or would you prefer me on my hands and knees?  ❞

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Doreah’s   gaze   softened   as   she   observed   her   khaleesi’s   curiosity,   layered   with   trust   and   a   glimmer   of   hesitation,   as   tangible   as   the   warmth   in   the   air   between   them.   With   deliberate,   practiced   ease,   Doreah   returned   the   toy   to   the   queen's   folds,   letting   her   movements   linger   in   a   way   she   knew   would   leave   an   impression   on   Daenerys,   watching   her   with   the   slightest   of   smiles.

“There's   more   to   pleasure   than   simply   knowing   what   to   do,”   Doreah   whispered,   her   voice   a   low   murmur   as   her   fingers   brushed   a   comforting   path   along   Daenerys's   arm.   She   could   feel   the   slight   tremor   there,   the   kind   that   came   not   from   fear   but   from   a   newfound   hunger—a   desire   to   learn,   to   take   control,   to   finally   savor   the   experience   rather   than   endure   it.   Doreah   knew   Daenerys's   memories   were   complex,   haunted   by   her   time   with   Drogo,   nights   spent   seeking   to   please   rather   than   be   pleased.

She   could   sense   that   shift,   the   khaleesi’s   subtle   realization   that   things   could   be   different,   that   she   was   allowed   to   take,   to   demand,   as   much   as   she   gave.   “Then,   khaleesi,”   she   replied,   her   voice   a   whisper   against   Daenerys’s   ear,   lips   brushing   the   lobe   before   she   pulled   back   to   meet   her   gaze.   “Tonight,   feel   as   you   wish—without   the   need   to   act   or   to   please   anyone   but   yourself.”   Doreah’s   words   settled   over   Daenerys,   and   she   could   feel   her   khaleesi   relax,   melting   into   the   moment,   trusting   her   to   guide.

When   Daenerys's   hand   found   her   waist,   it   was   tentative,   yet   there   was   a   hunger   in   the   khaleesi’s   touch   that   spoke   of   a   desire   for   more.   Doreah   let   her   own   hand   drift   to   Daenerys’s   thigh,   fingers   tracing   a   gentle,   teasing   line.   “Then   let   me   help   you   feel   it   all,   khaleesi,”   she   murmured,   her   voice   as   soft   as   silk   but   with   a   firmness   that   invited   trust.   As   their   lips   met,   Doreah   deepened   the   kiss   just   enough   to   leave   Daenerys   breathless,   yet   holding   back,   maintaining   that   exquisite   anticipation.

With   a   soft,   almost   teasing   laugh,   Doreah   promised,   “Then   let   us   see   just   how   many   times   we   both   can   be   satisfied,   my   dōna   mēre,”   allowing   Daenerys   to   savor   every   delicate   touch,   every   intentional   movement,   that   would   show   her   the   true   art   of   pleasure.   As   they   kissed,   Doreah   had   wrapped   the   fake   cock   around   her   waist   and   continue   to   repeat   the   sweet   motions   over   Dany.   Hicking   up   a   leg   and   letting   the   queen   rest   on   one   side,   Doreah   pressed   behind   her,   moving   slowly   as   the   material   moved   inside   the   other   for   the   first   time.

  "You   are   a   natural,   Dany.   It   slides   right   in   with   how   wet   you   are."   Her   free   hand   moved   to   a   free   breast   and   squeezed   it.   "If   I   was   not   as   wise   I   would   let   the   khaalasar   know   I   fucked   you   better   than   the   khal   did."   A   jest,   but   she   nibbles   on   the   queen's   earlobe   and   pulls   as   she   begins   to   move   her   hips   in   thrusts,   fake   appendage   moving   in   and   out   of   the   other   in   deliberate   movements.

ㅤㅤㅤCONFUSION  BENDS  UPON  HER  BROW  AT  DOREAH'S  WHISPER.  She  watches  her  return  the  toy  to  the  box,  something  curling  inside  of  her,  the  protest  of  desire.  As  her  gaze  returns  to  meet  Doreah's  eyes,  her  amethysts  hold  an  unspoken  plea,  almost  a  pout  upon  her  lips  as  they  part  wordlessly.  But  amidst  it  all,  there  is  curiosity.  Doreah  knows  exactly  what  she's  doing.  Above  all,  Dany  trusts  her,  even  as  the  stoked  need  within  her  aches  in  wanting.  She  is  the  blood  of  the  dragon,  after  all,  and  what  are  dragons  if  not  creatures  of  fire  and  hunger ?  She  beckons  her  body  to  calm  itself,  to  wait  in  patience  for  whatever  the  Lyseni  has  in  store.  The  eagerness  remains,  a  glimmer  of  heavy  desire  coating  her  gaze,  yet  she  acquiesces  to  Doreah,  implicit  trust  given  once  again  as  she  settles  upon  the  side  of  the  bed,  watching  and  listening.

ㅤㅤㅤThe  handmaid  herself  does  much  to  help  soothe  the  heat  within,  to  make  it  more  bearable  with  those  delicate  touches  until  her  heart  settles.  There's  more  to  pleasure  than  just  knowing  how  to  act,  she  says,  and  Dany  swallows  at  her  words.  She's  not  accustomed  to  savoring  it.  Gods,  she  hates  that  her  mind  keeps  drawing  to  the  past,  to  Drogo,  but  she  cannot  help  but  compare  the  differences.  Back  then,  she  hadn't  known  any  better.  All  that  mattered  was  pleasing  her  Khal.  Her  own  needs  were  less  than  an  afterthought.  If  she  enjoyed  herself,  then  she  was  fortunate,  but  if  she  was  left  unsatisfied,  then  it  was  her  own  fault.  At  least  that  is  what  she  had  believed.  She  didn't  know  that  sex  could,  no,  should  feel  like  this.  Doreah  is  only  her  friend,  her  confidante,  yet  she  has  already  treated  her  better  than  her  sun-and-stars  ever  did.  And  the  more  she  realizes  how  little  Drogo  truly  cared,  the  less  fondly  she  looks  back  upon  their  nights  together.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I  want  to  do  more  than  just  act,  ❞  Dany  surrenders  that  last  hold  of  resistance  within,  finally  letting  herself  melt  back  into  the  moment.  She  may  have  a  dragon's  hunger,  but  she  is  not  entirely  without  self-control.  Her  own  hand  slips  behind  Doreah's  waist,  tracing  digits  along  her  lower  back.  ❝ I  want  to  feel  everything.  And  I  want  to  feel  it  the  right  way.  ❞  For  a  moment,  all  she  does  is  soak  in  the  delicate  caress  of  Doreah's  hand  upon  her  thigh,  the  heat  of  her  breath  and  lips  upon  her  neck.  When  her  handmaid  speaks  again,  she  nods  lightly  into  the  meeting  of  their  lips;  tender,  sensual  kisses  traded  while  the  khaleesi  rests  her  palms  behind  her,  shifting  her  hips  forward  as  thighs  part  to  welcome  the  presence  of  Doreah's  hands.  A  sweet  sigh  slips  through  a  breath  when  she  feels  her  touch  upon  her  again.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I'll  come  for  you,  dōna  mēre.  As  many  times  as  it  takes  for  us  to  both  be  satisfied,  ❞  Dany  answers,  almost  dreamlike  as  she  allows  her  eyes  to  flutter  closed  and  simply  bask  in  what  she  feels  below.  A  slender  hand  upon  her  cunt,  the  gentle  graze  of  teeth  nipping  at  her  skin.  And  then  comes  a  stiff  protrusion,  something  familiar  yet  entirely  new,  drawing  a  soft  gasp  from  the  khaleesi  as  it  teases  her  folds.  ❝ Dory,  ❞  she  whispers,  half  a  moan  as  she  lifts  a  hand  to  drag  it  down  over  her  own  breast,  stopping  to  tentatively  roll  her  fingertips  over  her  nipple.  ❝ I  like  how  that  feels.  ❞

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@dcviline asked: ❝ Did you have a family back in Lys? ❞ (irri)

Doreah's   gaze   softened,   her   lips   forming   a   wistful   longing   smile   as   she   shook   her   head,   her   curls   shifting   in   the   breeze.   "No,"   she   murmured,   voice   carrying   the   weight   of   memory.   "In   Lys,   the   temple   of   the   Goddess   took   me   when   I   was   young,   claimed   I   was   born   under   the   three   stars."   Her   eyes   seemed   to   drift,   lost   in   thought.   "A   blessing,   they   said.   My   parents   were...   shadows,   faint   and   distant."

Her   hand   brushed   lightly   over   her   arm,   as   if   comforting   herself   against   the   chill   of   those   distant   memories.   "My   family   is   here   now,"   she   said   softly,   glancing   at   Irri   with   a   touch   of   warmth,   a   hint   of   vulnerability   flickering   beneath   her   usually   guarded   demeanor.

"Doreah   shook   her   head   softly,   her   golden   curls   swaying.   “No,”   she   murmured,   casting   her   gaze   down,   as   if   looking   into   the   waters   of   memories   long   past.   “I   was   given   to   the   temple   of   the   Goddess,   offered   to   Her   under   the   three   stars,   blessed,   they   said.

"A   girl   born   in   Lys,   meant   for   House   Orthys,   and   taught   the   arts   of   pleasure.   And   learned   them   enough   that   a   prince   or   two   had   me   for   themselves.”   Too   jealous   to   share   but   she   preferred   it   that   way.   She   was   not   a   whore,   she   would   tell   herself,   she   was   more   than   that.   She   was   whatever   her   lover   wanted   her   to   be.   Her   voice   trailed   off,   each   word   soft   but   clear,   as   if   Irri   would   understand   the   quiet   resignation   she   rarely   voiced.

“…My   family   is   here,   now.   Or   I   suppose,   this   is   the   closest   to   one   I   would   get.”

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From   Doreah’s   perspective,   the   atmosphere   crackled   with   a   tension   both   exhilarating   and   dangerous.   Cersei   Lannister’s   words   dripped   with   disdain,   yet   they   also   revealed   a   vulnerability   that   Doreah   couldn’t   help   but   savor.   Doreah   leaned   back   against   the   soft   sheets,   the   rich   fabric   cool   against   her   skin,   as   she   allowed   a   smirk   to   play   upon   her   lips.   Cersei   had   mastered   the   art   of   hatred,   but   Doreah   saw   beyond   the   queen’s   fierce   exterior.   She   takes   the   queen's   legs,   wrapped   nicely   around   her   waist   as   she   let   her   chest   brush   against   the   queen's,   breast   teasing   breast   as   she   does   not   stop   the   thrust   of   her   hips.

Truth   hung   heavy   in   the   air   between   them;   Doreah   was   the   one   drawing   Cersei   into   this   dance,   the   one   who   held   the   power   in   the   shadows   of   this   chamber.   Doreah   felt   the   thrill   of   victory   at   Cersei's   surrender,   an   unexpected   turn   in   a   game   of   power   that   had   become   as   intoxicating   as   it   was   perilous.   Every   sigh,   every   moan   that   escaped   Cersei’s   lips   was   a   testament   to   Doreah’s   allure,   a   power   she   had   never   thought   to   wield   against   the   queen.   It   was   intoxicating   to   see   the   queen's   barriers   crumble,   revealing   a   longing   buried   beneath   layers   of   pride   and   resentment.   "I   believe   this   is   what   you   wanted   since   you   knew   who   I   was,   Your   Grace.   Since   you   learned   of   my   talents."   The   maids   whispered   and   Doreah   had   not   been   shy   of   how   she   had   claimed   a   dragon   as   a   lover.

With   each   thrust   of   their   bodies   against   one   another,   the   lines   of   dominance   blurred.   Doreah   relished   in   the   warmth   and   slickness   that   filled   the   space   between   them.   Doreah’s   heart   raced;   she   was   not   just   desired   but   craved   in   a   way   that   shattered   the   queen’s   carefully   constructed   facade.   She   could   feel   Cersei   arching   into   her,   seeking   more,   and   the   once   feared   queen   now   surrendered   to   pleasure   with   the   same   intensity   with   which   she   had   once   wielded   her   power.

Doreah   leans   down   to   kiss   and   bite   down   on   the   skin   of   the   queen's   chest,   so   nicely   offered   before   she   takes   a   nipple   upon   lips   with   a   sharp   thrust   of   her   body,   sounds   of   panting   and   slickness   filling   the   room.   "Come   for   me.   Let   me   feel   you   against   my   cunt.   And   you   can   feel   me   in   turn,   can   you?"   The   way   her   muscles   contract   and   seek   release.

ㅤㅤㅤWHAT  A  PITIFUL  CREATURE  SHE  MUST  SEEM  TO  THE  LYSENI,  SO  DESPERATE  TO  BE  TOUCHED  BY  HER  that  not  even  her  own  disdain  could  overcome  that  desire.  Cersei  has  always  been  good  at  hatred.  She  hates  the  way  Doreah  prances  around  the  court,  so  beloved  by  those  around  her,  as  if  she  is  but  a  marvel  from  another  land  instead  of  the  crowns'  political  prisoner.  She  hates  how  freely  she  uses  her  body,  how  she  is  admired  instead  of  shamed.  Cersei  should  be  the  one  that  is  loved.  She  should  be  the  one  the  court  admires.  Had  she  not  tolerated  their  drunken  king  as  her  husband  for  all  those  years?  Held  the  realm  together  as  best  she  could  against  the  imbecilic  decisions  of  other  lords  amidst  war?

ㅤㅤㅤOh,  but  what  use  is  all  of  that  hatred  when  Doreah  breaks  through  it  anyway?  Cersei  knows  the  truth  deep  inside,  as  much  as  she  could  never  admit  it  to  herself  let  alone  to  the  Lyseni,  that  her  hatred  is  only  a  mask  to  hide  her  envy  and  jealousy.  She  wants  her  just  as  much  as  she  wants  to  be  her.  She  wants  all  the  love  and  adoration  from  the  court.  She  had  wanted  to  be  seduced.  Now  the  latter  wish  has  been  fulfilled,  but  she  never  anticipated  how  much  it  would  truly  shake  her  world,  how  Doreah  would  bend  her  around  her  finger  so  easily  and  shift  the  power  between  them  entirely.  She  shows  Cersei  a  freedom  in  these  darkened  hours  that  she  had  never  dared  to  claim,  no  matter  how  close  she  had  come  to  crossing  that  line  before.  In  this  room,  in  this  bed,  perhaps  she  can  finally  find  some  comfort  in  knowing  that  no  one  will  know,  no  one  will  see  her  and  judge  her  for  her  desires.  As  long  as  Doreah  keeps  her  discretion,  that  is.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Is  that  what  you  think?  That  you  can  be  the  one  to  rule  in  here?  ❞  Cersei  retorts.  But  she  already  is,  and  they  both  know  it.  She  squeezes  the  other's  breasts  in  her  hands,  pulling  teasingly  at  a  nipple  with  her  thumb  and  forefinger  while  her  voice  softens,  quieter  as  she  continues,  ❝ And  am  I  to  give  myself  to  you  so  easily?  To  let  you  have  your  way?  ❞  She  would.  Any  resolve  against  it  has  already  been  broken;  she  cannot  so  much  as  pretend  otherwise  now,  nor  does  she  attempt  to.  Cersei  meets  Doreah's  lips  with  a  soft  sigh,  returning  her  kiss  in  a  slow  dance,  her  aching  hunger  evident  in  her  surrender.  A  long,  gutteral  moan  resounds  from  deep  within  the  queen  when  she  feels  Doreah's  cunt  begin  to  grind  against  her  own,  that  sweet  pressure  and  friction  delightful  as  the  pleasure  rolls  slowly  through  her  core.  Cersei  can  feel  her,  soft  and  warm  and  slick  against  her  sex;  a  feeling  she  had  not  expected.  No,  she  had  not  even  known  that this  is  something  she  could  do.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Oh  ─  ❞  she  moans  again,  adjusting  to  this  wonderful  new  experience.  Eyes  flutter  closed  for  a  moment  as  she  takes  in  every  sensation,  impulse  bringing  her  hands  to  rest  at  the  sides  of  Doreah's  rocking  hips.  ❝ By the gods,  what  have  you  done  to  me?  You  shouldn't  feel  this  good.  ❞  The  lioness  growls  as  the  pleasure  grows,  her  fingers  pressing  into  the  flesh  of  the  other's  hips.  Emerald  eyes  open,  looking  down  beneath  heavy  lids  to  watch  the  Lyseni's  body  move  against  her  own.  What  a  sight  it  is,  their  cunts  gliding  together,  glistening  with  arousal,  and  the  queen  gasps  as  the  other  deepens  the  movements.  ❝ Oh  gods,  ❞  she  whimpers,  slipping  a  hand  carefully  between  them  to  spread  her  own  folds,  letting  her  feel  more  of  Doreah,  her  own  hips  arching,  angling  into  hers.  ❝ Keep  going.  Please  ─  ❞

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Doreah   stood   there   for   a   moment,   observing   Daenerys   with   a   smile   that   barely   touched   her   lips   but   shone   in   her   eyes.   She   had   always   known   her   khaleesi   to   be   strong   and   commanding,   but   this   vulnerability,   this   innocent   eagerness,   was   something   else   entirely.   A   fondness   stirred   within   her,   deepened   by   the   trust   Daenerys   placed   in   her.

She   glanced   down   at   the   object   in   her   hand,   tracing   its   edges   thoughtfully   before   looking   back   at   the   queen.   A   thousand   thoughts   must   have   raced   through   Daenerys’   mind,   but   Doreah   knew   she   needed   to   ground   her,   to   guide   her   through   the   maze   of   curiosity   and   want.

She   stepped   closer,   her   bare   feet   making   no   sound   on   the   soft   carpets   of   the   tent.   Daenerys'   anticipation   was   palpable,   her   breath   quickening   as   Doreah   gently   took   the   toy   from   her   hand   and   placed   it   back   in   the   box.

“Not   yet,”   Doreah   whispered,   her   voice   soothing,   her   Lyseni   accent   still   clinging   to   her   words   like   a   soft   melody.   Her   fingers   brushed   the   khaleesi's   cheek,   a   delicate   touch   to   still   her   racing   heart.   “You   don’t   need   to   rush   to   learn   everything   at   once,   my   queen.   Some   things...   should   be   savored.”   Her   words   lingered   like   a   promise,   and   she   moved   to   sit   beside   Daenerys   on   the   edge   of   the   bed,   her   hand   resting   softly   on   her   thigh.

Doreah’s   gaze   remained   steady,   warm   and   patient,   as   if   to   say   that   Daenerys   had   nothing   to   prove.   Her   fingers   danced   over   the   queen's   skin,   coaxing   her   to   relax,   to   let   go   of   the   nervous   energy   coursing   through   her.   “There’s   more   to   pleasure   than   just   knowing   how   to   act,”   she   said   gently,   her   lips   grazing   the   side   of   Daenerys’   neck,   a   reminder   that   desire   was   a   slow   burn,   not   a   race.  

“I   need   to   warm   you   up   again.”   she   murmured,   her   breath   warm   against   Daenerys'   ear,   before   pressing   a   lingering   kiss   beneath   it.   And   Doreah   kisses   her   as   her   hands   move   between   the   khaleesi's   legs   that   still   felt   wet   in   her   hand.   "You   will   come   for   me   when   I'm   inside   you,   will   you?   You   won't   stop   until   you   are   satisfied."   She   said   her   free   hand   moving   to   take   the   toy   and   tease   the   queen's   slit,   to   adjust   her   to   the   foreign   object,   as   nibbles   were   left   on   skin.

ㅤㅤㅤA  THOUSAND  THOUGHTS  RUN  THROUGH  HER  MIND  AS  SHE  WAITS  FOR  DOREAH'S  RETURN,  imagining  what  she  could  possibly  bring  to  her.  The  anticipation  makes  her  heart  race,  giddy  and  anxious  with  nervous  excitement  as  if  she  were  a  maiden  again.  She  shifts  several  times  upon  the  bed,  her  body  simmering  with  too  much  energy  to  stay  in  one  position,  rolling  over  the  sheets  as  she  considers  how  she  wants  the  Lyseni  to  find  her  when  she  returns.  Should  she  pose?  Try  to  look  enticing?  Sensuality  is  something  else  she  must  learn,  but  perhaps  that  merely  comes  with  experience.  Eventually,  she  settles  for  merely  sitting  upon  the  edge  of  the  bed,  one  leg  crossed  over  the  other  as  she  leans  back  upon  her  palms,  her  eyes  brightening  when  her  tent  opens  and  Doreah  re-enters  with  a  box  in  hand.

ㅤㅤㅤDany  leans  forward,  standing  to  watch  as  she  sets  the  box  down  and  opens  it,  swallowing  when  she  sees  the  well-defined,  familiar  silhouettes  of  the  objects  within.  Amethysts  shift  between  Doreah  and  the  box,  following  her  fingers  as  they  trace  over  the  false  appendages.  She  spies  the  hilt  as  she  says,  and  already  her  mind  works  at  imagining  how  it  might  be  used,  the  mere  thought  spreading  heat  through  her  chest.  When  her  eyes  follow  Doreah  to  the  second,  a  brow  lifts  in  confusion.  ❝ Men  too?  ❞  she  asks,  puzzled,  before  the  pieces  connect  within  her  mind.  ❝ Oh.  ❞  The  khaleesi  giggles,  a  blush  spreading  over  her  cheeks  as  she  presses  her  fingers  over  her  lips,  a  breathless  laugh  at  the  realization  of  her  own  innocence  in  these  matters.  ❝ I  really  do  have  much  to  learn  about.  ❞

ㅤㅤㅤBut  she  does  not  have  much  time  to  dwell  on  such  a  thing,  the  sweet  kiss  of  Doreah's  lips  against  the  corner  of  her  own  drawing  her  back  into  the  moment  with  ease.  The  other's  words  do  much  to  conjure  more  imaginations,  Dany's  gaze  shifting  from  the  toy  to  Doreah's  form,  gliding  slowly  over  the  beauty  she  knows  hides  beneath  that  robe.  Finally  she  dares  to  reach,  taking  the  appendage  from  the  box  to  feel  it  in  her  hand,  imagining  how  Doreah  would  look  wearing  such  a  thing.  How  it  would  feel  inside  of  her, buried to the hilt.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I  suppose  there's  only  one  way  to  know  for  sure,  ❞  Dany  teases  playfully,  the  same  mischief  in  her  own  eyes  as  she  turns  to  meet  Doreah's  gaze,  bottom  lip  rolling  between  her  teeth  as  she  drinks  down  her  desire.  Her  free  hand  slips  beneath  the  layer  of  silk and lace  that  covers  the  other,  fingertips  dancing  along  her  collarbone  as  she  pushes  the  sleeve  away  to  fall  down  Doreah's  shoulder,  leaning  to  kiss  the  soft  skin  there  when  it  is  freed.  She  trails  along  the  gentle  curve,  kissing  and  sucking  in deliberate places along  the  pulse  of  her  neck.  ❝ Fuck  me,  ❞  she  whispers  once  she  reaches  her  ear,  continuing  onward  until  her  lips  meet  hers  again.  Hands  tug  lightly  at  the  sole  tie  to  the  robe,  the  layers  quickly  falling  apart  and  tumbling  down  the  other's  body  once  it  is  undone,  placing  the  toy  into  her  hand.  ❝ Tell  me  what  to  do,  gevie.  How  do  you  want  to  take  me?  ❞

[d0reah]

who wants some lovin' from her.

[d0reah]

Doreah's   lips   curved   into   a   slow   smile,   her   breath   warm   against   Margaery's   skin   as   she   felt   the   Tyrell’s   teasing   words   wrap   around   her.   Margaery's   touch   was   light,   but   Doreah   could   sense   the   growing   intensity   in   every   caress,   every   flutter   of   her   lashes.   It   was   a   game   they   were   playing,   but   Doreah   knew   she   had   the   upper   hand—or   rather,   her   hands   had   the   power   here.

Her   fingers   danced   expertly,   coaxing   soft   moans   from   the   former   queen,   each   sound   like   music   to   Doreah's   ears.   The   subtle   shifts   in   Margaery’s   body—hips   arching,   breath   hitching—only   spurred   her   on,   pushing   her   to   delve   deeper,   to   find   that   place   where   Margaery   could   no   longer   resist.   "You   speak   of   wanting   to   taste   me,   but   my   sweet   queen,"   Doreah   purred,   her   voice   sultry,   "first,   let   me   take   you   where   you’ve   been   longing   to   go."

Her   movements   became   more   purposeful,   her   fingers   sinking   deeper   into   Margaery’s   warmth,   knowing   just   how   to   touch   her   to   unravel   her   composure.   The   tension   built   between   them,   a   palpable   heat   growing   with   each   passing   second,   and   Doreah   could   feel   the   Tyrell’s   body   responding,   hips   rocking   in   perfect   time   with   her   rhythm.

Margaery’s   words,   laced   with   desire,   only   fueled   Doreah's   own   hunger,   but   she   remained   focused   on   her   mission—to   make   the   queen   surrender   to   the   pleasure   coursing   through   her.   "You'll   taste   me   soon   enough,"   Doreah   murmured   against   her   neck,   her   lips   grazing   soft   skin   as   her   hand   worked   with   increasing   speed.   "But   not   until   you’ve   found   heaven   here,   in   my   hands.   And   my   mouth.   I'm   going   to   eat   you   until   you   are   no   longer   wet."

She   felt   Margaery’s   body   tighten,   the   subtle   tremors   of   approaching   release   unmistakable.   Doreah’s   fingers   never   faltered,   guiding   her   toward   the   edge,   determined   to   make   the   queen   fall   apart   in   her   arms.

ㅤㅤㅤSHE  CAN  FEEL  HER  TOUCH  GROW  IN  INTENSITY,  MOVING  PAST  THAT  TEASING  STAGE  OF  EXPLORATION  to  coax  more  pleasure  from  the  former  queen,  Margaery's  lashes  fluttering  as  she  feels  a  familiar  heat  rise  within  and  spread  through  her  body.  It's  been  quite  a  while  since  she's  felt  this  way,  all  of  her  time  in  the  past  year  dedicated  to  strategy  and  bringing  down  Cersei;  but  now  that  the  mad  queen  has  fallen  and  peace  reigns  under  the  dragon's  banner  once  more,  why  should  she  not  indulge  herself?  Tantalizing  whispers  breathe  over  her  skin,  the  Tyrell's  grin  widening,  taking  in  Doreah's  warmth.

ㅤㅤㅤWhat  started  as  playful  touches  are  now  filled  with  a  palpable  determination,  an  underlying  want  in  every  stroke,  and  Margaery  makes  no  attempt  to  resist,  letting  her  body  move  at  Doreah's  beck  and  call.  Truly  this  woman  is  a  master  at  her  craft,  deft  fingers  working  at  her  so  expertly.  Margaery  keeps  her  own  hand  moving,  teasing  circles  rolling  over  the  other's  clit,  but  she  knows  that  what  she  must  truly  wish  of  her  is  to  see  her  come  undone,  as  hard  as  she  is  working  to  make  it  happen.  Neck  cranes  back  at  the  sensation  of  soft  lips  upon  her  skin,  letting  Doreah  claim  every  inch  that  she  wishes,  and  it  becomes  harder  and  harder  to  focus  on  anything  besides  the  hand  between  her  legs  as  the  Lyseni's  motions  quicken  further,  the  throbbing  pleasure  in  her  own  bud  becoming  near  overwhelming.  ❝ I  am  a  guest  in  your  chambers,  my  sweet.  You  can  show  me  whatever  you  like.  ❞  Desire  coats  every  word  that  slips  from  her  honeyed  tongue,  all  her  quiet  sighs  and  moans  growing  louder;  a  certain  timber  slipping  through  after  Doreah's  digits  sink  deeper,  voice  tainted  by  arousal  and  pleasure.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Maybe  I  do.  Is  that  what  you  want?  to  taste  me?  ❞  She  takes  the  chance  to  return  the  teases  now,  free  hand  sneaking  behind  Doreah  to  ghost  delicate  fingertips  along  the  line  of  her  spine.  ❝ Do  I  get  to  taste  you,  too?  ❞  Margaery  questions  in  a  sensuous  whisper,  her  hand  moving  faster  against  Doreah's  bud,  more  gentle  pressure  given.  Her  own  hips  rock  against  the  woman's  hand,  angling  to  encourage  her  fingers  even  deeper.  ❝ I  love  to  ride  as  well.  Perhaps  you'll  let  me  show  you.  ❞

[d0reah]

In   the   flickering   candlelight   of   their   chamber,   Doreah's   heart   quickened   as   Daenerys   whispered   her   request.   The   words   danced   in   the   air,   an   irresistible   invitation   laced   with   unspoken   desires.   Doreah's   delicate   fingertips   lingered   upon   the   soft   scalp   of   the   dragoness,   each   stroke   igniting   a   spark   of   anticipation   that   coursed   through   her   like   wildfire.   She   reveled   in   the   warmth   of   Daenerys’s   presence,   the   way   the   young   queen   shifted   upon   her   lap,   a   restless   energy   simmering   beneath   her   skin   that   mirrored   Doreah's   own   growing   hunger.

Each   syllable   she   uttered   was   a   thread   woven   into   a   tapestry   of   desire,   carefully   crafted   to   ensnare   the   dragoness.   The   yearning   in   Daenerys’s   eyes   mirrored   her   own,   a   reflection   of   the   craving   for   more—a   yearning   for   the   world   that   lay   beyond   her   husband’s   reach,   a   world   where   she   could   be   free   to   explore   her   own   pleasures.

The   intensity   of   the   command   sent   ripples   of   excitement   through   her;   it   was   as   if   the   very   air   around   them   had   thickened   with   possibilities.   Doreah   could   feel   her   pulse   quicken   as   Daenerys’s   boldness   grew,   the   way   she   pressed   her   dripping   fingers   to   Doreah’s   lips,   an   invitation   to   taste   what   she   craved.

As   they   kissed   again,   their   bodies   melded   together   in   a   harmonious   embrace,   the   heat   radiating   between   them   was   undeniable.   Doreah’s   breath   hitched   as   Dany’s   softness   pressed   against   her,   a   glorious   reminder   of   the   tantalizing   connection   they   shared.   But   with   the   weight   of   expectation   hanging   in   the   air,   she   fought   against   the   instinct   to   surrender   fully   to   the   moment,   knowing   that   they   were   standing   on   the   precipice   of   something   profound.

The   words   hung   between   them   like   a   promise,   a   tantalizing   hint   of   what   was   to   come.   Doreah   leaned   closer,   planting   a   soft   kiss   on   Dany's   cheek,   her   heart   swelling   with   anticipation.   As   the   dragoness   settled   back   onto   the   bed,   Doreah   stood,   her   own   lips   curling   into   a   smirk.   The   thrill   of   the   unknown   danced   in   her   veins,   and   with   every   step   she   took   toward   the   robes,   she   could   feel   the   fire   within   them   both   growing.   The   evening   was   just   beginning,   and   Doreah   was   determined   to   guide   Daenerys   into   the   depths   of   pleasure,   unlocking   the   secrets   of   her   own   desires   with   every   whispered   word   and   stolen   kiss.

She   came   in   with   a   small   box,   the   first   thing   she   wished   the   queen   to   know.   Two   objects   perfectly   shaped   like   a   man's   cock.   But   while   one   was   to   be   strapped   on,   the   other   had   two   sides.   "This   is   to   bring   pleasure   to   us   both,   they   have   a   little   hilt   in   the   top,   that   touches   that   sweet   part   of   you,   Dany."   Doreah   leans   down   hands   tracing   the   fake   appendages   and   her   smile   turns   mischievious.   "And   this   is   a   favorite   of   many.   Men   and   women,   it   allows   men   to   experiment   extreme   pleasure   and   women   too,   if   done   properly."   She   leans   to   kiss   the   corner   of   Dany's   lips   as   she   whispers.   "Do   you   think   I   would   pretty   with   one?   And   buried   inside   you?"

ㅤㅤㅤHOW  EASILY  SHE  IS  DRAWN  IN  BY  DOREAH'S  WORDS,  the  delicate  fingertips  upon  her  scalp  drawing  the  quietest  sigh  of  approval.  There  is  an  eagerness  in  the  dragoness  that  could  easily  be  mistaken  for  restlessness,  shifting  again  upon  the  other's  lap  as  pent  up  energy  simmers  beneath  her  skin.  How  could  she  not  hunger  for  more  when  it  feels  as  if  a  whole  new  world  has  been  opened  up  to  her?  One  that  is  in  her  own  control.  Not  Drogo's.  Every  word  from  Doreah  only  serves  to  fan  the  flames  within,  this  deep  desire  to  lose  herself  in  pleasure.  To  feel.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Teach  me,  ❞  Daenerys  whispers,  willingly  giving  in  to  the  seduction  of  Doreah's  voice.  Her  other  hand  slips  around,  tracing  gentle  circles  over  the  small  of  her  back,  then  follows  the  lines  of  her  shoulder-blades.  ❝ There  is  no  reason  to  hold  back  any  longer.  It's  time  I  learn  more.  ❞  She  presents  it  as  logic  when  truly  the  motivation  is  much  more  carnal;  a  search  for  pleasure,  fulfillment,  a  balm  to  the  lonely  nights  that  plagued  her.  When  Doreah's  eyes  meet  her  own,  Dany  follows  them,  like  a  snake  being  charmed  by  a  sultry  melody.  Her  wisping  touch  along  her  arm  sends  excited  chills  through  her  veins,  a  shiver  at  her  whispered  promise.

ㅤㅤㅤA  moan  slips  from  the  khaleesi  at  the  meeting  of  their  lips.  ❝ I  want  you  to  show  me.  Make  me  beg  as  you  promise,  ❞  she  answers,  no  need  for  further  consideration  nor  pretense  of  hesitance.  No,  it's  quite  easy  to  tell  how  much  she  wants  it.  When  their  kiss  breaks,  she  chooses  boldness  once  more,  bringing  the  hand  that  still  drips  with  Doreah's  juices  to  the  Lyseni's  own  lips,  beckoning  her  to  taste  before  she  replaces  her  fingers  with  another  kiss,  their  mingled  flavors  pleasant  upon  her  tongue.  The  other  hand  at  the  Lyseni's  back  flattens  to  pull  her  closer,  pressing  their  bodies  together  in  a  wanton  embrace  as  their  mouths  dance.  Dany's  breaths  heave  within  her  chest,  letting  her  breasts  press  against  the  other's,  their bodies  gliding  in  small,  gentle  motions.

ㅤㅤㅤIt  takes  restraint  not  to  give  in  again  right  then,  to  keep  herself  from  tumbling  them  both  back  onto  the  pillows,  but  she  knows  her  patience  will  be  rewarded,  at  last  pulling  away  to  speak  again.  ❝ Take  a  robe  and  fetch  them.  I  will  wait  here  for  you,  ❞  she  places  one  more  kiss  against  Doreah's  cheek  before  crawling  from  the  cradle  of  her  lap,  giving  the  Lyseni  room  to  rise  as  she  herself  leans  back  onto  the  bed, a mischievous smile spread wide across her features.  ❝ Then  you  can  show  me  whatever  you  wish.  ❞

[d0reah]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. this quotes range in intensity so discretion is given consideration the nature of the sentences. please make sure you change pronouns, names and/or location as you see fit.

"I can feel you watching me… even when you shouldn't."

"Tell me, how long have you been wanting this?"

"Your lips are too close to mine for me to think straight."

"If you're going to tease me, you'd better follow through."

"Are you going to make me wait, or will you come closer?"

"You look like you're fighting the urge to kiss me."

"If we keep pretending this isn't happening, it might get worse."

"The way you’re looking at me… it’s driving me insane."

"You know I can't concentrate when you touch me like that."

"One step closer and I won’t be able to stop myself."

"Your breath on my skin… it's hard to ignore."

"Is this how you planned it, making me want you more?"

"I wonder if you taste as good as you look."

"You don't realize how hard it is to resist you."

"You’re enjoying this too much for me to stay calm."

"It's taking all my control not to pull you into me."

"I think we're far past pretending now."

"You're making it difficult to be the good one here."

"If you keep this up, I might just give in."

"You don't have to say a word… your eyes tell me everything."

"You shouldn’t look at me like that if you don’t want me to react."

"What if I told you I can't stop thinking about last night?"

"Are you teasing me, or do you actually want this?"

"One kiss and I might lose control of everything."

"You've made it impossible for me to think of anyone but you."

"Do you always make it this hard to stay professional?"

"Your hands feel too good for me to walk away."

"If you wanted me to leave, you wouldn’t be standing so close."

"I think we both know what you’re really asking for."

"I can feel your heartbeat… and it’s not just from excitement."

"Don't act like you don't want this as much as I do."

"Every time we're alone, the air feels… heavier, doesn't it?"

"You’re playing a dangerous game, being this close."

"I never thought I'd be this tempted by you."

"Your touch is burning through me… in the best way."

"It’s getting harder to pretend I don’t want you."

"If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll forget we have rules."

"Are you trying to test my limits, or do you just enjoy the tension?"

"You’re closer than you should be… but I’m not asking you to stop." "I can tell by the way you're looking at me… you're tempted too."

"You know what you're doing, and it’s driving me wild."

"I didn’t expect you to be this bold, but I’m not complaining." "I can't tell if you're trying to push me away or pull me closer."

"There's a fine line between teasing and giving in… which side are you on?"

"You don’t have to say it, I can feel what you want."

"Every second I stand here, I want you more."

"Tell me to stop, and I will… but only if you really mean it."

"This tension between us… it’s only a matter of time before we snap."

"You think you’re in control, but I can see how much you want this."

"One touch, one kiss, and there’s no going back from this."

"Don’t pretend like you don’t want me to touch you right now." "Every time you look at me like that, it takes everything not to rip your clothes off."

"You’re making it really hard for me to be patient."

"I don’t think you realize how badly I want to have you right here."

"If you don’t stop teasing me, I’ll make you beg for it." "I’m not going to ask twice… come here."

"Keep pushing me, and you’ll see just how much I can take."

"Your body is practically begging me to take control."

"I can hear how your breath catches when I get this close."

"If you keep tempting me like this, we won’t make it out of this room."

"Do you feel how much I want you? It’s impossible to hide now."

"You don’t know how much self-control it’s taking for me not to touch you."

"Tell me you want this as much as I do, or I’ll lose my mind."

"If you want me to stop, you’d better say it now… before it’s too late."

"I want you in ways I shouldn’t even be thinking about right now."

"If I kiss you, there’s no going back. Are you sure you’re ready?"

"Every second we’re apart, all I think about is what I’ll do to you when we’re alone."

"You’re making it impossible for me to focus on anything but you."

"I can feel how badly you want this… your body doesn’t lie."

"It’s only a matter of time before I lose control with you."

"If you get any closer, I might not be able to hold back."

"You have no idea how badly I want to tear this off you."

"One taste of you and I won’t be able to stop."

"The way you touch me makes it impossible to think straight."

"If I start, I’m not stopping until I’ve had every inch of you."

"You’re trembling… and it’s only making me want you more."

"I don’t think you understand what you do to me when you look at me like that."

"I want you so badly it’s driving me out of my mind."

"You’re not as innocent as you pretend to be, are you?"

"I can’t wait anymore… I need you, now."

[d0reah]

Doreah   watched   the   transformation   unfold   with   a   quiet   intensity,   the   queen   unraveling   before   her.   Where   once   there   had   been   fierce   pride,   a   lioness   caged   in   her   own   delusions   of   power,   there   was   now   something   softer,   something   real.   Cersei’s   emerald   eyes   met   hers,   no   longer   burning   with   haughty   disdain   but   with   something   far   more   vulnerable,   more   human.   Doreah   had   always   known   this   day   would   come.   She   had   seen   it   in   the   cracks   of   Cersei’s   façade,   in   the   nights   where   she   called   for   her   again   and   again,   despite   the   indignation   she   wore   like   armor.

But   now,   there   was   no   more   armor.   No   more   excuses.   The   queen’s   words,   sharp   as   they   had   once   been,   now   fell   from   her   lips   with   a   softness   that   was   almost   pleading.   Doreah   felt   Cersei’s   fingers   graze   her   skin,   and   for   the   briefest   moment,   the   queen   of   the   Seven   Kingdoms   seemed   no   more   powerful   than   a   woman,   aching   for   the   touch   of   another.

Doreah   leaned   in,   her   lips   grazing   the   queen’s   neck,   just   beneath   her   ear,   and   whispered,   "I   have   already   proven   more   than   you   ever   imagined."   Her   tone   was   a   soft   taunt,   but   it   was   also   the   truth.   Doreah   had   seen   Cersei   in   her   most   unguarded   moments,   stripped   of   She   had   heard   her   cry   out,   had   felt   the   weight   of   Cersei’s   desperation   in   every   kiss   and   touch.

There   was   no   mistaking   the   power   she   held   over   her,   a   power   Cersei   could   never   admit   aloud.   Doreah   didn’t   need   words,   though.   She   had   heard   them   in   the   gasps   of   pleasure,   in   the   moans   that   echoed   in   the   silence   between   them.   "You   wear   your   crown   well,"   Doreah   whispered,   her   lips   tracing   a   line   down   Cersei’s   chest,   feeling   the   queen   shudder   beneath   her.   "But   you   forget,   my   queen,   that   there   are   no   thrones   in   the   dark."

She   moved   closer,   her   mouth   finding   Cersei’s   in   a   kiss   that   was   slow,   deliberate.   She   wanted   Cersei   to   feel   every   moment   of   it,   to   remember   who   held   the   power   now."Pray   to   me?"   she   whispered,   her   breath   warm   against   Cersei’s   lips.   "Oh,   my   queen...you’ve   been   praying   to   me   from   the   start."   And   Doreah   adjust   herself   between   wet   legs   and   begins   to   grind   against   the   other,   cunt   against   cunt   as   she   begins   a   slow   dance   to   make   the   other   feel   everything.   A   hand   moves   toward   Cersei's   and   let   it   move   against   her   breast,   squeezing.   "Such   a   lovely   lonely   cunt   you   have,   don't   you,   Your   Grace?"   Doreah   whispers,   hiking   lets   higher   on   her   waist   and   grind   further.   "I   have   so   many   things   to   make   you   believe   in   new   gods."

ㅤㅤㅤWHATEVER  SENSE  OF  DIGNITY  SHE  HAD  FOUGHT  TO  PRESERVE,  SURELY  IT  WAS  LOST  TO  HER  THE  MOMENT  SHE  CALLED  DOREAH'S  NAME.  The  queen  can  make  no  argument  beyond  that  point,  no  excuse  to  mask  her  enjoyment,  no  choice  but  to  concede  that  she  had  loved  every  moment.  And  oh,  how  her  ego  hates  it,  that  the  Lyseni  whore  could  have  such  power  over  her.  But  her  false  indignation  cannot  shield  her  from  the  truth  any  longer.  How  willingly  she  has  participated  in  this  folly;  any  protests  nothing  more  than  blustering  pride.  Doreah  sees  her  for  who  she  is  now.  Everything  she's  pretended  not  to  be.  Perhaps  only  a  fraction  of  the  real  woman;  there  are  deeper  things  that  no  eyes  have  or  will  ever  see,  but  she  has  exposed  her  wants  and  desires,  all  these  dirty  little  truths  that  Cersei  had  tried  her  best  to  deny.  And  the  handmaid  will  always  have  that  knowledge.  The  two  of  them  will  always  know  what  they've  done.  The  way  Cersei  cried  her  name  in  her  ecstasy.

ㅤㅤㅤThe  lioness's  fight  is  gone,  replaced  by  an  odd  acceptance.  A  decision  to  indulge.  The  mask  is  broken,  so  what  use  is  there  in  pretending  to  herself  anymore?  There  is  no  audience  to  perform  for,  no  damning  eyes  upon  them  ( though  the  queen  oft  feels  as  if  they  are  on  her  at  all  times );  only  a  woman's  sweet  kisses  upon  her  thighs,  delicate,  contrasting  touches  that  draw  her  emerald  eyes  back  to  meet  Doreah's  gaze  once  again  beneath  a  brow  dappled  with  sweat  and  fallen  strands  of  gold.  She  does  not  try  to  stifle  the  moan  that  spills  from  her  lips  this  time  as  the  other  toys  with  a  breast,  a  shaky  breath  taken  as  she  watches  her  lick  her  juices  from  her  hand.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Such  an  insolent  thing  to  say  to  your  queen,  ❞  Cersei  retorts,  but  her  voice  lacks  the  malice  it  had  previously  held,  a  calmness  in  her  demeanor  where  once  there  was  agitation.  It  feels  oddly  freeing  to  be  relieved  of  the  burdens  of  titles  and  prestige,  to  let  loose  her  desperate  grasping  for  control  in  such  a  moment.  ❝ Do  not  mock  me  with  my  title  when  my  cum  is  on  your  lips,  ❞  the  queen's  head  tilts,  more  cautiously  playful  in  her  tone.  When  she  feels  Doreah  brush  herself  against  her,  Cersei's  breath  catches  in  her  throat,  the  sudden  contact  of  fabric  against  her  sensitive  cunt  rekindling  an  ember  within  her.  Eyes  flicker  down  to  where  their  bodies  joined  for  that  moment,  her  hands  moving  by  reflex  to  press  against  the  other's  stomach,  all  the  while  inwardly  pleading  to  feel  it  again.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Prove  it  to  me,  ❞  Cersei  dares  her,  palms  gliding  up  the  Lyseni's  torso.  They  traverse  over  the  lace  garment  that  covers  her  top,  pulling  down  at  the  bust  until  Doreah's  breasts  are  revealed.  She  cups  her  hands  around  them  slowly,  testing,  as  if  still  unsure  if  she  should.  Fingertips  roll  and tug at  a  nipple,  mesmerized  as  it  stiffens  against  her  contact,  gaining  more  confidence  in  her  touch  as  she  continues.  ❝ You  talk  as  if  you're  a  god.  Well  then,  make  me  pray.  ❞

[d0reah]

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐅: 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑, 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓.

a big compilation of romantic, spicy and bittersweet starters, quotes, scenarios and places where one can get romantic. beware that some of these are of mature nature while others imply cheating or the thought of it. this were all thought to be in fandoms that are of historical nature or high fantasy but you can adjust names, locations and pronouns accordingly.

JEALOUSY. 

“I shouldn't be jealous, you aren't even mine.”

"Name, please. I'm gonna hunt that fuck down and kill 'em myself."

"It's time that you proved your loyalty to me."

"I could keep you safe, they're all afraid of me."

"Could they make you feel this good?" 

"I'll make sure you never see them again."

“Did he make you come?"

“ I don't want anyone other than me knowing what it sounds like when you scream."

"You're mine. Don't forget that. You promised."

"I don't care if you're just friends.”

 "You and i both knew what he was doing."

"I've never seen you that mad before."

 "Woah, where are we going?"

 "the hell was that?"

 "what is your problem?"

 "We need to talk about that little stunt you pulled earlier."

"She looked at you funny..."

“They can’t stop looking at you.”

"Who was that?"

"I don't like the way he/she/they look/s at you."

"So what if I'm jealous?"

"You are spending WAY too much time with that guy/girl/person."

"Hey. You're mine." 

"Don't worry. I'm yours."

"Are you jealous?~"

"Did you really have to give me so many hickeys?"

"I can't have these people all over you."

 "Oh, come on. Don't worry about him/ her/them, we're just friends."

"Don't you trust me?" 

"You're not the one I don't trust..."

ANGST ROMANCE. 

"My life is my own to ruin."

"If you don't love, prove it to me. prove to me that you've never felt something towards me. look at me."

"Is this what you wanted, huh? you could just make me fall in love with you and then just- just fucking leave? do you really expect me to be okay with that?"

"I wish we'd have more time."

"I told you not to fall in love with me."

"I'm not actually feeling anything."

"Do you want me to leave?"

"I thought we'd have more time."

"It scares me what I'm willing to do for you."

"I said I'd take care of you, did you think I wouldn't follow through on that?"

"I don't want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do."

"I can't sleep without you here"

"You need a place to stay for the night?"

"It's hard to sit here and be close to you and not kiss you."

"Did you really think this would 'get better' after we married?"

"I'm allowed to be obsessed with you, I'm your husband/wife."

• "you haven't changed." •

"do you want to give us another chance?"•

"let's start over."

"i don't want to start over."

"I don't care what others say, i trust you."

"you better not screw this up."

"i regret everything."

"god i missed you so much..."

"you've never left my mind."

"i thought i was doing the right thing. i had no idea...im sorry."

"I made the biggest mistake of my life and losing you was it's price."

"Are you even listening to me?" 

"Leave. Leave right now."

"All you do is whine."

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"How did that feel?"

"Is this how little you think of me?"

"I wouldn't miss you. Nobody would."

"You ruined everything."

PINNING.

"Do you know how hard I'm trying not to kiss you right now?"

"I'm very busy and you're distracting me right now."

"Don't you ever get lonely."

" I dreamt about you last night, and it was fantastic, but I woke up, and you weren't here."

• "Did you really mean that? you don't love me?"

"I'll take care of you."

"Because you're the only one who isn't treating me like I'm some fragile, innocent little thing to protect."

 "There's people outside who look like they want your head on a platter."

"Aww, jealous?"

"You're not an awful company when you're not trying to be obnoxious and ruin my day."

 "Just be honest, for once in your life."

"Dance with me, please?"

"What, did you think I kissed you all these times because I was doing it for the shits and giggles?" 

"I didn't mean to fall for you." 

"How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?"

 "Close your eyes and hold out your hand." 

"If there was ever anybody meant for me, it's you."

"I promised to love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep."

 "You are worth waiting for. So when you are ready, I'll be here."

"I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you."

"Kiss me like that again and I'm going to think you're in love with me."

 "... But what if I am in love with you?"

 "It was about the sex at first but now it's... It's not. It's more than that. And I think that's what scares me the most."

"I don't think I can do this anymore."

"Because I think- I think I'm starting to get greedy. I think I'm starting to want more with you."

"no, we can't- we cant do this."

"someone might see us- stop."

 "did you really mean that? you don't love me?"

"if you don't love, prove it to me. prove me that you've never felt something towards me. look at me."

TENSION/PROTECTIVE.

"W-why are you looking at me like that?"

"Rumor has it, I make you nervous."

 "Your face is heating up, is it something I said?"

 "You weren't supposed to see me in this, so I'm just gonna go."

"Never gonna happen."

"Say it." 

"You fucking idiot- would it kill you to be careful so I don't have to worry about your safety all the time!?"

 "I've been horrible to you this whole time, on purpose, to drive you away. Why do you keep coming back?"

"be careful next time, okay?"

"god, i don't know what i would have done if you got hurt."

"you grew on me, alright?"

"of course, it just had to be you. it always had to be you."

 "why was it always you?"

"can't you just leave me alone? i think about you enough as it is."

"you make me want to be better."

"you didn't deserve that.."

"this wasn't supposed to happen. you weren't supposed to do this to me."

"when you love something, you protect it."

"I'll keep you safe."

• "when i say run, i need you to do as i say and don't even think about me."

"close your eyes, you don't need to see this."

"it's alright. they won't be hurting you again..."

"there's nothing in this world nor any other, that would stop me from protecting you."

"i swear to you. as long as i'm by your side, you'll never be harmed."

 "you tell me."

"whatever you'd like us to be."

"whatever we are, i like it."

"I don't think that's up to just me, is it?"

"we don't have to be anything. I'm tired of people labeling us."

 "you know what we are. you just want to hear me say it.”

"Did we mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?"

"Look at me in the eyes. Tell me you never loved me. Tell me that I meant nothing to you. Tell me that this was all a lie."

"You didn't just betray my trust. You destroyed my heart."

"Slit my throat. Let me bleed out on this alleyway. Let my blood splatter your shoes. But when I'm gone, there will be no one left who ever loved you."

DIRTY SOFT AND NASTY SPICE.

"You're so messy."

"Your thighs are shaking so much." 

"Be good for me and I'll untie you." 

"That's good, baby, keep doing that."

 "Just relax for me, I'll make it feel good." 

"But you want me. I was inside you. I tasted you. That is a truth you will never escape."

 "Always so fucking tight for me."

"Look at what you did to me. I've had to deal with this all day."

"You are so gorgeous."

"Just like that princess." 

"Good girl."

"I'm going to fucking ruin you."

. "You're so in for it when we get home." 

 "You can take it, you've done it before." 

"Just a little more."

"Suck on my fingers."

 "You look so good with my hands around your neck."

"Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby."

"I'd hold on to something if I were you."

"It seems you forgot to wear any underwear tonight."

"I see you've started without me."

"Wanna taste?"

"Less talking. More fucking."

"You're really going to make me beg for it?"

"I'm going to show you what a real fucking is."

"Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?"

"You're so sexy when you're all hot and bothered."

"Try to keep quiet. We don't want to get caught."

"I really don't care. You still look hot and i'm trying not to kiss/ fuck you senseless right now." 

"Do you like that?"

"Spend the night with me"

 "I want to taste you."

"Open your mouth."

"If you want to come, you better beg."

TEASING ONE ANOTHER.

"You were always the quiet one."

 "Let me show you why you should stay in bed."

"Does it make you nervous when I stare?" 

 "It's hot when you talk back."

"Quiet, baby, the others will hear."

"I had this dream and- fuck- you couldn't keep your hands of me."

 "You're still so needy, even after i just fucked you."

"I'll make sure you feel good."

 "Well good morning to you too."

"Seeing you between my legs is so hot." 

"Like what you see?"

"I promise I'll be good."

 "Just shut up and fuck me."

"You taste so good."

 "If I have to stop what I'm doing then your'e not gonna be able to walk for the next

week."

"Better shut that mouth before I put it to work."

"I know, baby, I know. I'm right here, just breathe."

"Where did this attitude come from?"

"You like it that much, hm?"

"You know I'm holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don't push

your luck."

"Can you help me with this lace?" 

 "I bet you look even better with your clothes off."

 "Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it's working."

"Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop."

"I thought maybe we can do a little more than just kissing."

"I'm going to be late because you can't keep it in your pants."

"I'll keep you warm."

 "I'm still sore from last night."

BEGGING/PLEADING.

 "I can't- please- I can't-"

"I want more, please, give me more."

"I need you so bad right now."

" What are your fantasies? I want to make every single one of them come true."

"Whatever you want me to do to you, I'll do it."

"Oh fuck, don't stop."

"I've had it with your attitude."

"No, we can't- we cant do this."

"Someone might see us- stop."

"Make me."

"I'll let you do anything if you just touch me right now."

"I've never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly."

"I want you inside me."

"You feel so good."

"Bite me."

"There's people here." 

 "Don't cover your mouth, I wanna hear you."

"We're really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?"

"Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?"

"Beg for it."

"Be a good girl/boy for mommy/daddy." 

"Please! Give it to me."

"So good for me, look at how much you came."

"Shh, just look at me, baby."

"I'll take care of you."

"I need it! Please."

"God, you love it like this, don't you?"

"Don't tease me."

"Dont be so rough. there can't be any marks."

 "No, i'm supposed to be making you feel good."

"Stop teasing me so much."

"Mine."

"I love it when you moan my name" 

"Just a little harder"

"I want you now"

"Use your tongue"

"Please don't stop."

"Oh my God, do that again."

"We could get caught."

ORDERS.

"Baby. On all fours."

"Say what you want me to do to you, and I will."

" Let me make you feel what you've never been before."

" You're always on my mind, and I can't wait to get you out of it and into my arms."

" Can you come over? I need your help with something."

" You're mine, every single sexy part of you."

" I crave your body. It's my drug."

 "I'll be gentle, promise."

"Just relax."

"Give me a little show."

"Don't cover your mouth. I wanna hear you."

 "Don't let a single drop go to waste."

"Beg for it."

"Strip."

"I'm waiting."

"Behave."

"I know you can be louder than that."

"You are so good."

"You can take it."

"Use your words baby."

"What's my name love?"

"You are so pretty when you're begging."

"I'm not done."

"I cant hear you, be louder."

"You're mine."

"I love it when you talk dirty."

"This is new."

"I told you to stay still."

"Maybe I need to remind you of your place."

"Did you mean the things you said?"

“Try to stay quiet, yeah?"

"Take your clothes off. Right now.""

 "Hands behind your back."

"Open your mouth for me, baby.”

"Ready for another round, babe~"

"I've waited so fucking long for this...."

KISSING PROMPTS

 staring at the other's lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

when one stops the kiss to whisper "I'm sorry, are you sure you-" and they answer by kissing them more

a hoarse whisper "kiss me"

following the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck

starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion

a gentle "i love you" whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger

kiss

when one person's face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/ forehead

height difference kisses where one person has to bend down and the other is on their tippy toes kisses where one person is sitting in the other's lap

kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing

top of head kisses

Littering small kisses across their face

A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other's breaths

An accidental kiss given in front of others without thinking

Sneaking away to share a kiss

Kissing in a stairwell, creating an artificial height difference

Deep kisses with hands tangled in each others hair

A kiss that starts to heat up when a third party interrupts

Running a finger across their lip until they can't resist any more, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss

Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person's ear.

Staring at each other's lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Weak, sweaty kisses because it's unbearably hot.

A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.

An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

Cleaning the other person's lips with a lick and a kiss.

A kiss  during  a  fake  relationship .

A kiss   of  desperation .

A kiss  in  secret   forbidden relationship .

A kiss  to  prove  a  point .

A kiss  against  a  wall .

A kiss to seal a marriage.

NONSEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY.

Finding the other wearing their clothes.

Having their hair washed by the other

One falling asleep with their head in the other's lap.

Sharing a bed

Shoulder rubs

Reading a book together

Patching up a wound

Taking a bath together

Accidentally falling asleep together

One character adjusting the other's jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

Slow dancing

Tracing your lovers features while they sleep.

When they like to kiss the tips of your finger every morning.

Cuddles where their nose nuzzles on your nose and a slight giggle escapes their lips.

 Classic "there was only one bed".

 Having to share one blanket, fighting over it the whole night.

There's only one pillow, and neither of you can sleep without one. You both end up using each half of the pillow to rest your head on, causing your faces to be only a few inches apart.

 Wanting to borrow the same book but there's only one copy of it available at the library. After arguing over who will get it, you both decide to share it and study together.

 Being trapped somewhere.

INTIMACY/IN BED PROMPTS.

Holding hands during a stressful situation.

Smiling in-between kisses.

Touching foreheads.

Cheek kisses.

Slow dancing.

Intertwining fingers.

Comparing hand sizes.

Resting your head on your partner's lap.

Standing on your tip toes to reach your partner's lips.

Kissing your partner's wounds.

Falling asleep on your partner's shoulder.

Bridal carries.

Spooning.

Rolling over in bed, switching positions during a kiss.

Embracing your partner.

Intertwining fingers when making love.

Nudging into the crook of your partner's neck.

Waking your lover with soft kisses to their neck.

Morning kisses that become more desperate with the passing of time. 

Cuddling after a nightmare/a bad dream.

Inexperienced muse asks the experience once to teach them things.

Waking up your partner with a consented oral.

PLACES TO DO IT.

On a balcony.

On an empty hallway, nearby a party or gathering.

In the king’s chambers.

By the edge of the window. 

With an open door in the room.

In a conference room. 

Risking discovery in someone else’s room.

In a whorehouse. 

In the sea.

By the cliffs near the rocks. 

In the middle of a musical festival/celebration. 

By a tree. 

In the beach. 

[d0reah]

Doreah   smiled   faintly,   her   lips   brushing   the   soft   petals   of   the   rose   as   she   considered   the   lord’s   words.   His   touch   on   her   hips   was   familiar,   possessive,   yet   she   had   long   learned   how   to   navigate   such   hunger.   She   shifted   slightly   in   his   lap,   the   fabric   of   her   gown   catching   against   his   skin   as   she   leaned   into   his   embrace,   allowing   him   to   press   his   face   into   the   curve   of   her   neck.

His   breath   was   warm,   almost   content,   but   Doreah   knew   better   than   to   believe   it   was   peace   he   sought.   "Too   long   indeed,   though   not   my   fault."   she   murmured   softly,   her   fingers   tracing   idle   patterns   along   his   arm,   her   tone   carrying   the   sweetness   he   so   adored.   Her   eyes,   however,   flickered   with   a   quiet   calculation,   the   ease   with   which   she   had   always   played   her   part   never   faltering.

She   was   not   ungrateful—Mephistopheles   had   always   been   generous,   always   seeking   to   possess   her   in   ways   that   other   men   might   only   dream   of.   Yet   Doreah   understood   that   every   gesture,   every   whispered   promise,   held   its   price.   She   pouted   gently,   holding   her   hands   behind   his   neck   in   turn.   "I   was   worried   I   should   have   sought   another's   touch."   Because   jealousy   often   does   wonders   for   her   boys.

Her   lips   curled   into   a   knowing   smile,   eyes   half-lidded   as   she   glanced   down   at   him.   "But   I   fear   it   is   not   only   my   touch   you've   missed,"   she   teased   lightly,   her   voice   dipping   into   something   more   sultry.   "Tell   me,   what   is   it   you   truly   desire?"

the rose was small in the man's hand , hazel eyes string up at doreah as a faint hint of a smile turned up against his lips. mephisto watched as she took it from his grasp , raising it to her own lips. the act was . . sweet. the lord hummed in reply , leaning back onto the bed as mephistopheles rested against his hands. " i feel bad , not bringing such a lovely lady a gift. " hazel eyes flickering down to the rose in doreah's hands for a moment. " especially for . . such a service as this. "

mephisto grinned wolfishly as he watched the woman crawl closer to him , her legs straddling his own hips as palms moved to support her weight. fingers pressed into the curves of her hips , head tilted up to face doreah.

" i ask not for anything , sweetling. " hummed the lord , leaning in to nuzzle his nose against her neck. she smelled as sweet as the flower he had chosen , the thought making mephistopheles smile to himself.

fingers flexing against doreah's hips for a moment , eyes shutting as he leaned into her. " i certainly missed you . . it has been too long since i have felt your touch. " the lord pulled doreah closer onto his lap , simply enjoying her presence against his own body. like he needed her near him to even survive.

[d0reah]

@cruentalupis asked: 🌹

Doreah   took   the   delicate   flower   from   Mephistopheles's   hand   with   a   grace   that   spoke   of   her   heritage.   The   bloom   was   vibrant,   its   petals   a   tapestry   of   colors   that   mirrored   the   richness   of   her   homeland.   She   held   it   gently   against   her   lips,   inhaling   its   fragrance   with   a   sigh   that   was   as   soft   as   silk.

Her   eyes,   dark   and   glinting   with   curiosity,   lifted   to   meet   his   gaze.   The   shadows   that   clung   to   him   seemed   almost   magnetic,   a   darkness   that   drew   her   in   like   a   moth   to   a   flame.   Her   sunkissed   hair   fell   around   her   shoulders   in   a   cascade   of   golden   warmth,   a   stark   contrast   to   the   cold   mystery   he   embodied.

"You   needn’t   have   brought   me   a   gift,"   she   said,   her   voice   a   melodic   whisper,   yet   firm.   "I   am   here   to   give   you   pleasure,   not   the   other   way   around."   A   smile   touched   her   lips,   one   that   held   a   hint   of   genuine   affection.   "But   I   must   confess,   I   do   love   the   gift.   It   is   a   rare   thing   to   have."

As   she   admired   the   flower   once   more,   her   gaze   lingered   on   him,   her   presence   a   blend   of   warmth   and   allure   against   the   cool,   enigmatic   aura   that   surrounded   him.   Still   with   flower   in   hand,   Doreah   crawls   her   way   to   him,   until   legs   payfully   swing   to   straddle   him   and   look   at   him,   rose   still   on   her   cheek.   "What   can   I   give   you   in   return,   my   lord?"

[d0reah]

remember she was with viserys is the hottest scene as my man got horny reciting dragon names and she spurred him on.

[d0reah]

Doreah’s   eyes   glinted   with   a   mix   of   amusement   and   disdain   as   she   regarded   Cersei,   her   lips   curving   into   a   knowing   smirk.   She   could   almost   taste   the   queen’s   simmering   anger,   and   it   pleased   her   to   see   it   so   clearly   laid   bare.   ❝   Oh,   your   outrage   is   quite   entertaining,   Your   Grace,❞   Doreah   began,   her   voice   smooth   and   untroubled.

She   leaned   in   slightly,   her   gaze   never   wavering   from   Cersei’s   fiery   countenance.   ❝   The   prince   you   mention—he   was   indeed   a   lover   of   mine,   but   he   never   grew   tired.   Even   after   I   had   shown   him   the   pleasures   of   the   flesh,   it   was   the   arrival   of   the   dragon   king   that   made   his   passions   burn   even   brighter.   And   burn   he   did,   under   the   shadow   of   a   power   far   greater   than   yours.❞   A   short   pause   as   she   remembers   Viserys.   "He   spoke   of   the   hall   full   of   Dragon   skulls,   recited   his   names   as   he   left   bruises   on   me."   Doreah   recalls   the   memory   with   delight,   never   feeling   shame   of   her   job,   or   her   lovers.   She   does   miss   the   possessive   grip   of   his.

Doreah’s   smile   widened,   her   tone   becoming   more   mocking.   ❝   As   for   your   father,   rest   assured   I   have   no   intention   of   disturbing   him.   But   I   do   know   the   Tyrells   well   enough.   Mace   Tyrell   is   a   pompous,   easily   flattered   man.   With   that,   Doreah   stepped   back,   her   demeanor   composed   and   her   confidence   unshaken.   Cersei’s   fury   was   a   trifling   matter   compared   to   the   games   she   had   mastered.   "It   would   be   more   fun   to   seduce   him.   But   as   you   say."

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ YOU  MUST  NOT  HAVE  KEPT  YOUR  PRINCES  VERY  HAPPY  IF  THEY  WERE  SO  KEEN  TO  GIVE  YOU  AWAY.  ❞  The  queen  lashes  as  she  can,  a  bite  of  words  striking  through  the  air  to  repay  her  for  her  boasting.  How  dare  she  hold  it  over  her  head,  that  she  got  to  have  what  was  denied  of  Cersei?  In  her  mind,  she  knows  it's  not  the  same,  a  leap  from  being  a  prince's  lover  to  being  a  prince's  wife,  yet  every  mention  the  Lyseni  makes  of  her  Targaryen  lover  brings  another  silver-haired  prince  to  mind.  The  one  that  was  taken  from  her.  The  sweet and sad  prince  that  used  to  sing  so  beautifully.  The  one  that  Robert  killed  before  he  took  her  as  a  consolation  prize.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Westerosi  courts  have  different  standards.  And  different  dangers.  Sex  may  be  a  skill  to  you,  but  it  is  a  grievous  sin  to  them.  ❞  Her  fury  burns  brighter  as  the  other  speaks  more  of  her  father,  features  twisted,  showing  the  true  depths  of  spite  beneath.  Spite  .  .  .  and  jealousy.  The  arrogance  of  this  brat  is  not  without  cause.  She's  had  more  freedom  than  Cersei  ever  could  have  dreamed  of,  even  as  a  commodity  in  a  pleasure  house.  Her  body  freely  given,  yet  she's  more  respected  in  her  realm  than  Cersei  is  in  her  own  courts.  The  mere  rumors  about  her  personal  life  threaten  to  ruin  her,  yet  Doreah  is  free  from  these  expectations.  More  than  that;  she  taunts  the  queen  with  it.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ You  will  not  touch  my  father.  He  wants  nothing  to  do  with  you.  ❞  The  hand  that  holds  Doreah's  face  shakes,  the  muscles  in  Cersei's  own  jaw  clenching  so  tightly  that  it  trembles  for  a  passing  moment,  and  the  queen  abruptly  releases  the  other as if she could not bear to be this close to her any longer,  turning  her  face  aside  to hide her expression  beneath  her  hair.  She  steps  away,  bracing  palms  against  her  writing  desk  as  fingers  clench  at  the  wooden  edges.  ❝ Mace  Tyrell,  ❞  she  answers  at  last,  glancing  aside  to  peer  at  the  other  once  more.  Her  voice  is  calmer,  quieter,  but  she  still  seethes  beneath  it  all.  ❝ He's  a  proud  fool.  He  will  be  easy.  You  need  only  feed  his  ego  and  I'm  sure  he  will  sing  his  secrets  for  you. I doubt you'll even have to touch him at all.  ❞