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[d0reah]

Doreah   tilted   her   head   slightly,   her   cheek   brushing   the   warm   skin   of   his   chest   where   her   ear   had   been   resting.   She   smiled—not   the   coy   smile   of   the   pleasure   house   or   the   practiced   grin   she’d   used   in   the   Red   Keep—but   something   softer.   Real.   One   hand   moved   slowly   across   his   abdomen,   her   fingertips   trailing   the   line   of   an   old   scar   as   if   it   were   a   memory   she   wanted   to   memorize.

She   didn’t   speak   at   once.   Doreah   had   learned   long   ago   that   silence   could   be   just   as   alluring   as   any   whisper,   and   sometimes   more   honest.   But   when   she   did   answer,   her   voice   was   a   quiet   hum,   as   if   afraid   to   shatter   the   warmth   between   them.   “He   speaks   like   a   man   who   dreams   with   his   eyes   open,”   she   murmured,   lips   brushing   against   his   collarbone,   “but   still   wakes   afraid   of   what   he   might   lose.”

“You   were   never   meant   to   stay   caged   in   this   palace,   Baelon,”   she   said.   “You   burn   too   hot   for   that.   It’s   only   natural   you’re   drawn   to   the   idea   of   flight—of   places   that   don’t   wear   your   family’s   name.”   A   small   smirk   played   on   her   lips.   “And   if   you’re   lucky,   maybe   someone   beautiful   will   be   there   to   guide   you.”   She   rose   slightly   to   press   her   mouth   against   his   in   a   kiss   that   lingered   longer   than   the   last,   slower,   less   teasing.   Then   she   pulled   back   just   enough   to   rest   her   forehead   against   his.

“If   it   were   something   I   wished?”   she   echoed   softly.   “You   already   know   the   answer.”   Her   thumb   brushed   the   line   of   his   jaw.   “But   don’t   go   just   because   of   me.   Go   because   you   must.   And   if   I’m   to   be   your   flower…   then   make   sure   to   look   for   me   in   every   place   that   smells   of   jasmine   and   spice.   You’ll   know   I’m   close.”

And   then   she   smiled   again—mischievous   now,   her   voice   dropping   to   a   whisper   near   his   ear.   “Besides,   I   never   did   get   to   show   you   how   the   dancers   in   Lys   welcome   a   dragon   prince.”

The  comfort  that  sat  between  the  two  of  them  was  something  he  had  come  to  grow  used  to.   It  was  comforting  ,  in  the  ever   raging  fire   that  was  his  family  ,         it  was  nice  to  know  there  was  a  comfortable  carefree  warmth  that  awaited  him.   That  was  what  Doreah  offered  him  that  others  could  not.   A  place  where  there  were   no  expectations.   None  except  that  of  the  two  of  them  finding  pleasure  in  their  time  together.

He  couldn't  speak   for  her  ,  but  he  for  one  couldn't  complain  about  a  single  second  of  time  spent  on  just  being   wrapped  up   in  that  comfort  with  her  for  just  a  short  while.

Her  tales  and  recollections  of  her  home  were   inspiring   to  the  prince.   He  had  often  longed  for  being  able  to  explore  what  the  rest  of  the  world  had.         And  not  being  the  heir  he  was  in  the  convenient  situation  to  do  so.   The  only  thing  stopping  him  ,  was  the  exper  constant   pressure   that  his  sister  endlessly  endured.   The  thought  of  leaving  her  alone  to  handle  all  of  that  something  he  hadn't  yet  been  able  to   allow  himself   to  do.

But  he  had  a  dragon.         And  a  life  that  he  had  not  initially  been  intended  to  have  in  his  eyes.   And  the  more  she  described  her  home  ,  the  parts  of  it  that   stood  apart   from  where  his  family  had  come  to  know  home  ,         lighting  that  fire  in  him  to  go  out  and  see  the  world.   See  the  things  she  described.   Everything  sounding   more  beautiful   than  what  she  had  described  before.

Then  came  that  feeling  of   lips  upon  skin.   Words  asked  against  his  body  causing  slight  goosebumps  to   flare  out   from  where  words  had  made  physical  contact.   Followed  by  a  deep  and   thoughtful  breath.   Arms  squeezed  ever  so  slightly  ,         in  attempt  to  keep  her  just  that  much  closer  to  him.

❛  Well  ,  I  wasn't  initially  ,  ❜   He  teased.   His  own  lips   speaking  words   into  her  pale  colored  hair.   ❛  But  when  you  put  it  that  way.   I  suppose  the  only  thing  stopping  me  would  be  someone  beautiful  ,  ❜   He  placed  a  kiss  to  the  top  of  her  head.   Traveling   back  to  her  lips  as  he  continued  to  speak.   Leaving  a  kiss  between  each  phrase.   ❛  Confident  ,  stunning  ,  talented  ,  flower  to  guide  me  whilst  I'm  there.  ❜   When  he  finished  speaking  ,   periwinkle  eyes   gazed  back  at  hers.   ❛  If  that  was  something  you  wished.  ❜

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Doreah   did   look   pleased   with   herself   —   and   why   shouldn’t   she?   Her   eyes,   kohl-lined   and   heavy-lidded,   glimmered   with   satisfaction   as   Cersei's   clipped   words   brushed   past   her   ear.   The   queen   could   mutter   and   sneer   all   she   liked;   it   changed   nothing.   Doreah   knew   what   she   knew   —   and   more   importantly,   Cersei   knew   it   too.

The   lioness   could   bare   her   teeth   and   pretend   to   growl,   but   she   had   already   surrendered   in   the   most   telling   way:   she   had   let   Doreah   see   her   want.   And   more   than   that,   she   had   taken   what   Doreah   offered   —   the   idea,   the   tether,   the   tool   —   and   donned   it   with   a   kind   of   reluctant   reverence.   That   wasn’t   power   stolen.   That   was   power   gifted,   and   Doreah   took   joy   in   the   giving.

She   felt   Cersei   behind   her   now,   warm   and   commanding,   all   silk   and   steel.   Her   body   responded   before   her   mind   even   caught   up   —   the   press   of   lips   at   her   neck,   the   grip   at   her   throat,   the   toy   circling   like   a   predator   teasing   its   prey.   Her   breath   hitched   with   every   brush,   every   near-touch,   and   still   she   held   onto   her   smirk,   lips   parted   with   both   defiance   and   desire.   “Mmm,”   she   purred,   not   in   submission,   but   in   invitation.   “You   wear   it   well,   my   lioness.”

Her   legs   widened   instinctively   when   Cersei's   fingers   spread   her   folds;   her   hips   rocked   back   ever   so   slightly,   aching   for   that   filling   stretch   she   now   knew   only   the   queen   could   give   her.   But   still,   Doreah   held   her   tongue,   biting   back   the   whimper   Cersei   so   clearly   wanted   to   coax   out.   She   would   beg.   Oh,   she   would.   But   not   because   she   was   made   to.   Because   she   wanted   to.

“Do   you   want   to   know   how   badly?”   she   whispered,   voice   thick   with   lust.   She   tilted   her   head,   exposing   more   of   her   throat,   arching   her   back   in   a   calculated   offer   of   submission.   “I   dreamed   of   it.   The   moment   you’d   stop   pretending   you   don’t   crave   it   just   as   much   as   I   do.   I   want   to   feel   you   claim   me   like   no   man   ever   could.”

Her   fingers   gripped   the   sheets   beneath   her,   breath   shallow,   body   trembling   with   anticipation.   And   when   Cersei   pushed   her   down   and   whispered   that   growled   command,   Doreah   shivered   —   not   in   fear,   but   delight.   She   didn’t   move.   Didn’t   dare.   She   wanted   to   feel   every   inch,   every   controlled   thrust,   every   ounce   of   possessive   hunger   the   queen   had   to   give.

And   when   the   cock   finally   breached   her,   slow   and   thick   and   real   in   all   the   ways   that   mattered,   Doreah   moaned   —   long,   shameless,   aching.   Her   body   clenched   around   it   instinctively,   hungry   and   wet,   made   for   this.   “Yes,”   she   gasped,   voice   like   velvet   unraveling,   “fuck   me   like   you   mean   it,   my   queen.”   There   was   no   winning   here,   no   dominance   to   claim.   Not   really.   Gripping   to   the   sheets,   Doreah   let   her   body   become   the   other's   land   of   games,   as   that   cock   of   hers   move   inside   and   out   and   adjusts   to   her   with   ease.   It   benefits   the   material   that   Doreah   is   so   wet   that   it   becomes   easier   to   fill   her   through.

"I   did   said   I   would   call   you   my   King."   Doreah   mouths,   her   head   still   on   the   pillow   placed   before   her   but   turned   to   look   at   Cersei,   one   of   her   hands   on   her   own   breast,   toying   with   hardened   nipple.   "Do   you   want   that?   For   me   to   call   you   King   and   come   on   your   cock?"

As   Doreah   finished   her   demonstration,She   approached   the   other   woman,   their   lips   meeting   in   a   heated   kiss.   Doreah   tasted   the   wine   on   the   queen's   lips   and   let   her   tongue   run   along   the   corner's   of   the   other's   mouth   to   feel   it   drip   from   them.

The   Lyseni   gasp   against   her   lips   when   the   other   takes   control   of   the   phallus   and   does   as   she   was   shown,   placing   it   oh   so   sweetly   against   Doreah's   awaiting   ache.   She   was   handed   the   appendage   back,   who   accepted   it   with   a   knowing   smile.   The   Lyseni's   fingers   trailed   down   Cersei's   chin,   their   eyes   locking   as   Doreah   commanded.   She   shows   satisfaction,   knowing   this   is   what   the   Queen   wanted.   It   was   in   Doreahs'   nature   to   know.

Doreah   took   the   fake   cock   from   Cersei's   hand   and   positioned   it   at   the   entrance   to   the   queen's   wet   folds.   Instead   of   letting   it   invade   the   Queen's   own   folds,   she   turns   to   the   straps,   the   material   having   to   be   wrapped   tightly   against   the   other's   waist   and   hips,   thighs   to   be   held   in   place.   Doreah   guided   Cersei's   hips   in   time   with   hers,   showing   her   the   rhythm   they   had   practiced   so   many   times   before,   with   fingers   and   mouth.

She   leaned   in,   nipping   at   Cersei's   earlobe,   "Remember,   my   queen,   it's   not   just   about   speed   or   force.   It's   about   finding   that   sweet   spot   inside   of   me.   I   am   already   wet   for   you."   It   would   be   easily   to   just   let   the   queen   slide   inside   her,   as   she   removes   whatever   clothes   remain   between   them.   "How   do   you   want   me?"   Doreah   asks,   as   she   teases   the   phallus   as   if   it   was   a   real   one,guiding   them   toward   the   bed.   "Riding   your   cock?   Or   you   want   me   bend   on   the   bed   as   you   fuck   me?"   She   whispers   against,   showing   the   queen's   hand   between   them,   as   the   fake   cock   glides   between   her   folds,   awaiting   to   intrude   again.   "Bend   me   over   and   fuck   me   like   a   man   would.   You   do   not   need   to   be   gentle."

And   that   was   just   a   fact.   Doreah   does   not   mind   a   little   pain   in   her   loving,   as   long   as   the   result   is   one   of   pure   esctasy.   With   a   final   look,   Doreah   lay   on   the   bed,   legs   spread   and   her   back   arched   for   inviting,   a   hand   tugging   on   Cersei   to   press   herself   behind   her.   "Just   like   you   do   with   your   fingers.   .   .you   use   the   cock.   And   thrust.   You   will   know   if   I   like   it."   A   kiss   leaves   her   without   words   for   a   moment,   allowing   the   other   to   have   this   moment.

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Doreah   watched   him   with   the   stillness   of   a   woman   well-accustomed   to   worship,   yet   rarely   surprised   by   the   hands—or   mouths—of   men.   Addam’s   tongue   was   thorough,   deliberate,   his   words   more   decadent   still,   and   though   her   hips   betrayed   her   with   a   subtle   arch   toward   the   heat   of   his   mouth,   her   expression   remained   one   of   mild   amusement   and   control.   Her   fingers   threaded   through   his   hair   as   he   spoke,   not   to   guide   him,   but   to   hold   him   there—like   a   prized   thing   she’d   claimed.

His   praise   was   poetic,   unexpected   from   a   knight   bred   for   steel   and   blood,   not   for   tasting   women   like   fine   wine.   Sweet   and   bitter.   She   hummed   low   in   her   throat,   a   purr   curling   into   her   voice.   “Is   that   madness   on   your   tongue,   ser?”   she   asked,   her   voice   smoky   and   laced   with   Essosi   softness,   hips   shifting   with   intent,   grinding   subtly   against   his   nose   and   lips.   “Then   I   shall   feed   it   to   you   until   your   wits   are   dust   and   your   vows   forgotten.”

She   tilted   her   head   back   against   the   pillows,   the   scent   of   myrrh   and   amber   in   her   hair.   Beneath   her   cool   veneer,   heat   simmered—she   could   feel   it   pooling,   aching.   He   was   good.   Too   good.   She   hears   it   in   the   way   his   mouth   works   on   her   and   the   way   his   tongue   laps   through   her,   the   wetness   making   the   only   sound   in   the   room   .Her   thighs   tightened   around   his   head—not   to   push   him   away,   but   to   remind   him   who   allowed   him   there.

“And   don't   you   want   to   be   inside   me,   Ser?   I   bet   that   feels   even   sweeter.”   she   whispered,   her   thumb   brushing   across   his   cheek   as   if   blessing   him   for   the   task.   She   shivers,   her   legs   shaking   and   she   almost   force   herself   not   to   moan   and   allow   herself   to   release   yet.   "Like   a   sword   to   a   hilt,   I   feel   you   would   fit   just   oh   so   nicely."   She   jest   and   test,   moaning   further   as   she   encourages   him.   "Goddess,   do   not   tease   me   further."

@d0reah ⊱ What do I taste like? - for addam

▐║  ᯽  ┊  𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐑  𝐔𝐏  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒,  a  brow  quirked  as  he  jests,  ❝ If  I  say  heaven,  would  that  be  too  banal?  ❞  It's  the  obvious,  more  simplistic  choice  of  words  that  any  witless  man  could  utter,  and  surely  not  the  answer  she  seeks.  He  sees  the  challenge  beneath  her  words,  daring  him  to  truly  taste,  to  savor  what  has  been  laid  before  him  in  eager  offering.  The  curve  of  his  brow  lowers,  a  sudden  intensity  taking  the  place  of  the  playfulness  that  had  been  there  only  moments  before.  Addam  tugs  upon  the  junctures  of  Doreah's  hips,  pulling  her  lower  upon  the  bed,  closer  to  his  mouth  as  he  buries  himself  between  her  thighs  yet  again,  his  tongue  giving  slow,  deep  strokes  through  her  folds.  Torturous,  he  knows,  but  he's  quite  content  to  take  his  time.  She  wants  him  to  savor  this,  does  she  not?

❝ Sweet  and  bitter,  ❞  Addam  answers  at  last  when  next  he  lifts  his  head,  licking  his  lips  in  a  display  solely  for  her  viewing  pleasure  as  he  mulls  over  the  flavors  upon  his  tongue,  a  mix  of  body  oils  and  perfumes  and  the  unmistakable  taste  of  her.  He  laps  at  her  again,  as  if  he  simply  must  have  another  taste  to  know  for  sure.  ❝ Like  a  strong  wine.  Fresh  cream.  Tart  peaches.  Something  rich  beneath  it  all.  ❞  His  grip  tightens,  holding  Doreah's  legs  in  place  atop  his  shoulders  as  he  lowers  his  head,  letting  the  air  of  his  words  blow  over  her  cunt.  ❝ Something  that  could  drive  a  man  to  madness.  ❞  His  tongue  darts  forth,  pushing  through  to  invade  her  entrance  and  sink  as  far  into  her  as  it  can  reach.  Which  is,  to  his  credit,  quite  far.  Even  his  nose  does  its  part,  nestling  between  her  folds  with  idle, rubbing  motions  as  his  tongue  laps  at  her  walls,  the  stifled  sounds  of  his  breaths  that  of  a  man  eager  to  drown  as  he  drinks  from  her.

[d0reah]

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 (𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐃𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄.)

All   sentences   are   taken   from   a pinterest search of spicy and romantic quotes and scenarios and places.   Change   names,   pronouns,   locations   as   you   see   fit.   This is a NSFT meme, please tag accordingly as well minors, do not approach this.

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

You should always wear my clothes.

Loving me is a one-way road, sweetheart. You can never go back. You can never fall out of love or any of that shit. It's permanent and it's for life.

I don't want you to go.

I was having the best dream.

The truth, princess, is I came back knowing this was what I signed up for. To see you every day and not be able to touch you. Kiss you. Claim you.

This stops when you say so.This doesn't even start unless you say so.

You fucked me so good i almost said i love you.

You're worth starting a war for.

Are you ever going to kiss me?

I want you. I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

Safe. When I'm with you I feel so safe.

You were always meant to be mine, Cecily.

So fucking weak when it comes to you.

Some nights I lay in bed and imagine what I'd be doing if you were with me.

𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤

Warm me up.

What do I taste like?

You should be a sin.

Every inch of you. Perfect. Don't hide from me.

If you could see yourself from my view. Fucking beautiful.

I'm going to ruin you.

You called me your girl.

You deserve better, because you're my good girl.

You make me so proud.

love the way you taste.

I just miss you all the time. I never stopped loving you, not even for a second

 I never stopped wanting you. I want you now so bad.

I’m going to eat you up.

Please, baby, I've been such a good girl... I've waited a whole week for this. Don't I deserve a reward for my patience?

I've been such—a good boy.

I'll do things you'll never forget.

If you can still walk, Then we're not finished.

You smell like you want to get fucked.

I want you my mouth.

I want you to look at yourself asI take you.

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤

You have me twisted up, woman. So fucking twisted up.

I don't think I could quit you if I tried.

If I find out you've let some man touch you, I will deliver his hands to you in a box.

I don't share. Not when it comes to you.

Did you fucking touch her?

I'm jealous of every person you smile at...Every laugh I don't hear.

I don't give a fuck what the original terms of our arrangement were.

Are you gonna fuck her?

You say we're just friends.But friends don't know the way you taste.

Use your words baby.

Just like that princess.Good girl.

Aren’t I your good girl/good boy? Don’t I deserve it?

Does it feel like this when he fucked you?

Was his cock this big?

Was she ever this wet for you?

𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧

 You won't believe how many naughty fantasies I've had about you/us.

Lift your hips for me, love.

Like I'll burst into flames if I'm not tasting you. Kissing you. Fucking you.

I love the way you make love...but I need the way you fuck me.

Sh. Just a little more. That’s it.

Tell me why I can't stop thinking about you. Hmm? What the fuck did you do to me?

I'm gonna touch you now because I need to.

I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it's racing because of me, because you want me.

You keep your eyes on me.

Friends don't make each other feel like this.

I just can't trust words... But I can believe in what I feel with my body.

You know I'm the only one who can make you feel like this.

You are.You're the only one.

I know you're being a brat just because you want to be choked.

My breath just made you quiver. Can you imagine what my tongue will do.

You don't need kisses, you need volcanic eruptions in your mouth.

You don't need caresses, you need furrows burying in deeply until you shiver.

Maybe I should get down on my knees and worship you. I'm gonna undress you. Vulgarize you a bit.

Why you so wet already.

I want everyone in this town to hear you beautiful.

Be a good girl and spread your legs.

You're taking it so good.

Bite me babe, You make me love the pain.

If you can still walk, Then we're not finished.

I will be rough with you in so many sweet ways.

I'll be a good girl for you.

I can't wait to taste you and hear you moan my name.

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 / 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞

My heart is too big for just one of you.

We're happier with you.

I think you're cute can I bring you home to my wife?

We're in this together.

Together or not at all.

I want to be with both of you.

We can't deny our chemistry.

There's two of us and one of you, and whenever we feel like it, we can be three. That's love too, you know.

Look at her. She is so fucking gorgeous with her head back, tongue open, waiting for our cum.

I need you to use your words, baby. Tell me you want two cocks inside your greedy pussy.

If someone propositions you, tell them we'll both be free in an hour.

I'm clingy and possessive of both of you

I can’t imagine living without any one of you!

Their attitude to your affections is simple: they are happy to share, so long as they get to partake.

Join us. Even if just for tonight.

You like him. I can share him with you. 

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

You can control what I wear... what I eat... who I talk to.

You're mine. Say you're mine.

I could corrupt you. It would be so easy.

You're mine, not anyone else's, fucking mine. Now, beg and say my name.

Fuck me like you mean it.

But I'm done giving you freedom. You don't get to act like you don't belong to me.

Remember. In public, you're my princess, but in private, you're my whore.

Bite my neck and press your hips into me.

Let another man touch you, Jules, and you'll find out just how easily I can take a man's life as I can save one.

Lift up your dress.

That's right, your God. Worship at my alter, baby.

Run. If I catch you, I fuck you.

Touch yourself and call out my name.

It’s all yours, sweetheart. Come and taste it.

Say you are mine. You won’t come until you do. 

Look how you are shaking, baby. I haven’t even fucked you.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

Do you know, you're a little devil?

Stop pretending you are not thinking about me.

Playing too many little games might get you in trouble, princess.

If you're not gone in ten seconds, then your decision has been made.

I need you, Reed. Don't make me beg.

I know what you want, but I love to hear you beg.

You don't need pleasure, you need shivers.

I'll make you shiver. From the touch of my fingers.

You have dark little thoughts, Don't you?

Do I look good like this? 

Tell me how it feels. 

Be as loud as you want. Let them hear you.

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬

When they push your chin up to kiss you.

Slow missionary with lots of tongue down their throat.

When it's so good you're shaking.

When they hold onto your hips and push themselves deeper into you.

When you tell them to stop, and they ask "what? this?" and they keep going.

Being pushed against a wall and kissed.

You can't f*ck the brat out of her but it's fun to try.

Being told "I want to hear you come.

Their teeth scraping your back as they take you from behind.

When you're on top of him teasing him and he suddenly flips you over because he can't take it anymore.

Knowing you could get caught at any moment.

The sound of his belt coming off.

The first, slow kiss that makes you horny as hell.

When she begs you to stop but you keep eating her out until she comes.

When he shakes as you keep sucking every drop of him.

When they cover your mouth.

Being pinned down.

Girls that get wet just from having someone touching their thighs.

When they pin your hands above your head and take complete control.

The way his voice shakes when you're in control.

Getting pushed against the cold wall with your hands pinned above your head.

That smirk they wear when they leave you begging for more.

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭

In the bedroom.

Bended over by the desk.

In a dark alley.

In a hallway, near a party.

In the bathroom.  

In someone else’s bed. 

In a room where anyone can walk in.

In a throne room.

By the sea.

Near a cliff on the beach.

In a balcony. 

In front of other people. 

In the morning as breakfast is made. 

Against a door.

Pushing them to a wall.

[d0reah]

As   Doreah   finished   her   demonstration,She   approached   the   other   woman,   their   lips   meeting   in   a   heated   kiss.   Doreah   tasted   the   wine   on   the   queen's   lips   and   let   her   tongue   run   along   the   corner's   of   the   other's   mouth   to   feel   it   drip   from   them.

The   Lyseni   gasp   against   her   lips   when   the   other   takes   control   of   the   phallus   and   does   as   she   was   shown,   placing   it   oh   so   sweetly   against   Doreah's   awaiting   ache.   She   was   handed   the   appendage   back,   who   accepted   it   with   a   knowing   smile.   The   Lyseni's   fingers   trailed   down   Cersei's   chin,   their   eyes   locking   as   Doreah   commanded.   She   shows   satisfaction,   knowing   this   is   what   the   Queen   wanted.   It   was   in   Doreahs'   nature   to   know.

Doreah   took   the   fake   cock   from   Cersei's   hand   and   positioned   it   at   the   entrance   to   the   queen's   wet   folds.   Instead   of   letting   it   invade   the   Queen's   own   folds,   she   turns   to   the   straps,   the   material   having   to   be   wrapped   tightly   against   the   other's   waist   and   hips,   thighs   to   be   held   in   place.   Doreah   guided   Cersei's   hips   in   time   with   hers,   showing   her   the   rhythm   they   had   practiced   so   many   times   before,   with   fingers   and   mouth.

She   leaned   in,   nipping   at   Cersei's   earlobe,   "Remember,   my   queen,   it's   not   just   about   speed   or   force.   It's   about   finding   that   sweet   spot   inside   of   me.   I   am   already   wet   for   you."   It   would   be   easily   to   just   let   the   queen   slide   inside   her,   as   she   removes   whatever   clothes   remain   between   them.   "How   do   you   want   me?"   Doreah   asks,   as   she   teases   the   phallus   as   if   it   was   a   real   one,guiding   them   toward   the   bed.   "Riding   your   cock?   Or   you   want   me   bend   on   the   bed   as   you   fuck   me?"   She   whispers   against,   showing   the   queen's   hand   between   them,   as   the   fake   cock   glides   between   her   folds,   awaiting   to   intrude   again.   "Bend   me   over   and   fuck   me   like   a   man   would.   You   do   not   need   to   be   gentle."

And   that   was   just   a   fact.   Doreah   does   not   mind   a   little   pain   in   her   loving,   as   long   as   the   result   is   one   of   pure   esctasy.   With   a   final   look,   Doreah   lay   on   the   bed,   legs   spread   and   her   back   arched   for   inviting,   a   hand   tugging   on   Cersei   to   press   herself   behind   her.   "Just   like   you   do   with   your   fingers.   .   .you   use   the   cock.   And   thrust.   You   will   know   if   I   like   it."   A   kiss   leaves   her   without   words   for   a   moment,   allowing   the   other   to   have   this   moment.

▐║  ♕  ┊  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓  𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒  𝐃𝐑𝐘  𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐑,  Cersei  seems  to  forget  about  the  goblet  of  wine  she  holds  in  her  hand,  only  a  few  sips  taken  prior  as  she  waited  for  Doreah's  arrival.  She  sits  upon  her  chaise  with  a  perfect  view,  one  leg  crossed  over  the  other  while  she  watches  her  lift  her  dress,  baring  that  pretty  cunt  of  hers  before  the  queen.  Usually  they  vie  for  power  between  themselves,  trading  control  to  suit  their  needs.  But  tonight,  the  power  lies  in  the  lioness's  hands.  Tonight,  Doreah  has  promised  Cersei  something  new.  She  sees  it  there  in  her  hand,  the  phallic  appendage  that  she  had  spoken  of.  Something  stirs  within  her  as  she  watches  Doreah  work  its  length  in  demonstration,  her  hand  gliding  so  easily  along  the  polished  material.  What  is  it,  she  wonders?  Wood?  Ivory?  Some  unknown  material  crafted  in  the  Lyseni's  homeland?  She's  not  sure  she  cares  at  all,  so  long  as  it  can  serve  as  she  claims.

Cersei's  eyes  are  drawn  between  it  and  Doreah's  glistening  folds,  and  once  the  tip  presses  against  her  entrance,  she  feels  her  mouth  part,  a  sigh  rolling  through  the  gap  at  the  sound  of  the  other's  quiet  moan.  The  queen  grips  her  goblet  tighter,  her  other  hand  reaching  to  press  digits  against  her  mouth,  as  if  scandalized  by  what  she  sees.  Something  new,  indeed.  ❝ Oh,  yes.  I  quite  like  what  I  see,  ❞  she  answers,  watching  the  false  cock  disappear  over  and  over  again  inside  of  Doreah.  The  room  fills  with  the  sounds  of  her  wetness,  the  smell  of  her,  every  invasion  of  Cersei's  senses  only  adding  to  the  display  before  her.  Soon  enough  it  becomes  unbearable  to  merely  sit  and  watch,  her  hips  shifting  uncomfortably  upon  the  chaise.  At  last  she  remembers  the  goblet  in  her  hand,  taking  a  drink  to  wet  her  throat  before  she  rises,  only  a  robe  of  crimson  silk  over  her  smallclothes  to  shield  her  from  the  chilled  air  of  night  as  she  makes  her  way  to  Doreah.

Her  lips  meet  hers  with  a  pleased  groan,  the  taste  of  wine  still  upon  her  tongue  as  it  slips  into  the  other's  mouth.  ❝ Keep  going,  ❞  Cersei  demands.  She  guides  the  top  straps  of  Doreah's  dress  down  her  shoulders  until  her  chest  is  exposed  to  her  liking,  mouth  following  suit  to  form  a  trail  of  red  from  the  hollow  of  her  neck  down  to  the  supple  flesh  of  her  breasts,  both  from  the  smeared  paint  of  the  queen's  lips  and  the  claiming  marks  left  behind.  An  arm  circles  around  the  Lyseni's  waist,  but  the  other  slips  between  her  legs,  wrapping  her  digits  around  the  phallus  to  take  command  of  it,  following  the  pace  she  had  set.  It  surprises  Cersei,  how  easily  it  glides  into  Doreah's  cunt  despite  the  small  feeling  of  resistance  that  accompanies  every  stroke,  as  if  her  walls  would  draw  it  deeper  if  allowed.  And  she  does  just  that  ──  pushing  it  deeper  with  the  next  thrust  of  her  hand,  then  deeper,  until  it  is  well-seated  within  her  paramour.

Already  she  knows  she  is  getting  carried  away,  for  Doreah  brought  this  for  another  purpose,  did  she  not?  Cersei  presses  a  kiss  to  her  cheek,  pawing  at  a  breast  as  she  purrs,  ❝ Put  it  on  me.  I  want  to  wear  it.  ❞  She  passes  the  appendage  back  into  the  other's  hand,  her  own  rising  to  gently  grip  the  underside  of  her  jaw,  bringing  their  eyes  together  while  she  all  but  commands,  ❝ Show  me  how  to  fuck  you.  ❞

[d0reah]

Doreah   let   out   a   soft,   pleased   sigh   against   the   warm   skin   of   his   chest,   her   fingers   idly   circling   over   the   place   where   his   heart   beat   slow   and   steady   beneath   her   touch.   Baelon's   arms   were   around   her   in   that   way   he   often   held   her   when   the   heat   between   them   had   faded   into   something   quieter—something   gentler.   Not   possessive.   Not   desperate.   But   something   like   longing,   as   if   he   was   always   on   the   verge   of   being   torn   away.

Her   lips   tilted   in   a   knowing   smile   at   his   jest,   the   sort   of   smile   that   always   came   naturally   when   he   spoke   like   that—half   teasing,   half   truth.   She   tilted   her   head   just   enough   to   meet   his   gaze,   her   cheek   resting   easily   on   him.   His   compliment   didn’t   make   her   blush.   It   never   had.   Doreah   had   long   learned   the   power   of   her   body   and   her   words,   and   she   wielded   both   like   silk-wrapped   knives.   But   this—this   quiet   warmth   in   his   voice   when   he   said   such   things—it   made   something   else   stir   in   her.   Not   vanity.   Not   pride.   Something   quieter.   Sadder.

“Then   it   is   good   you   never   asked   me   to,”   she   said   softly,   voice   lilting   with   the   trace   of   her   old   tongue,   sensual   even   when   she   didn’t   try.   “I   was   not   born   to   kneel.   Unless   asked   nicely   for   other.   .   .activities.”   Doreah's   lips   curve   into   a   knowing   smile.   She   leaned   up   just   slightly,   placing   a   kiss   to   his   shoulder,   letting   her   lips   linger   there   like   punctuation   before   settling   back   down   again.

His   question   hung   in   the   space   between   them,   curling   in   the   heat   of   the   room.   Lys.   Gods,   how   long   had   it   been   since   someone   had   asked   her   that?   “The   sea,”   she   said   after   a   moment,   her   voice   quieter   now.   “I   remember   the   color   of   the   water.   Not   blue   like   here.   Not   green.   Brighter.   Too   bright.   Like   glass   when   it   catches   the   sun   just   right.   And   the   breeze   always   smelled   like   citrus—lemons   and   something   sweeter.”

Her   hand   moved   up   to   rest   on   his   chest,   her   thumb   brushing   the   hollow   beneath   his   collarbone.   “There   was   a   market   near   the   steps   of   what   used   to   be   the   old   Dragon   Gate   of   the   Valyrian   Stronghold.   My   patron,   Prince   Lysandro   had   his   personal   house   there,   and   gave   me   the   best   of   views.   He   crowned   me   Goddess   of   Love   every   year.”   A   soft   laugh,   faraway.   “And   how   the   women   used   to   dance   in   the   courtyards   at   night,   not   because   they   were   paid   to.   Just   because   they   could.”   She   went   quiet   again,   her   eyes   closing,   her   breath   steady.   For   a   moment,   she   allowed   herself   to   imagine   it—not   the   past,   but   a   future.   A   small   house   in   Lys.   A   courtyard.   A   man   who   held   her   like   this,   but   not   just   for   the   night.

But   then   the   moment   passed.   It   always   did.

“Why   do   you   ask?”   she   murmured   against   his   skin,   almost   afraid   to   know   the   answer.   “Are   you   thinking   of   flying   there?”

Lips  curled  in  a  smirk  that  was  always  all  too  easy  for  her  to  pull.   Not  to  any  surprise.   She  was  indeed  one  of  the  best  at  what  she  did  ,         he  was  no  fool  that  part  of  his  draw  to  her  was  her  talent.   But  there  was  more  to  that  as  well.   There  was  more   to  her   that  kept  him  coming  back  to  her  time  after  time.   Prince  Baelon  could  have  any  of  the  women  in  the  pleasure  house  he  decided  to  frequent.   And  he  had.         He  wasn't  so  soft  as  to  think  he  would  find  true  love  in  a  place  like  this.   But  he  also  wasn't   so  certain   that  true  love  was  something  to  be  found.

Too  much  tragedy  following  his  house  to  leave  him  to  believe  in  such  fairytales.

What  he  liked  about  Doreah  ,  was  how  she  always  seemed   so  content   in  who  she  was.   She  did  things  ,  and  said  things  ,  because  she  felt  like  it.         Either  that  or  her  pillow  talk  was  some  gift  that  could  only  have  been  given  to  her  by  the  Gods.   Her  words  didn't  feel  like  something   fabricated   to  fluff  some  royals  ego.   It  felt  like  comfort  after  a  long  hard  day.   He  never  saw  the   shame   in  missing  that  feeling  when  he  was  away.

Baelon   scoffed   at  words  of  demanding  bent  knees.   That  was  never  Baelon's  goal.   Never  something  he  would  go  so  far  as  to   entertain  in  his  mind.   It  never  felt  right.         More  often  than  not  he  had  thought  about  what  life  could  be  like  for  him  in  Lys  ,  or  Braavos  ,  or  anywhere  else.   He  had  a  dragon.   What  was  stopping  him.         Love  and  devotion  to  his  family.   That  was  what  was  stopping  him.   ❛  I  could  never  expect  you  to  bow.   I'd  miss  too  much  of  the  view.  ❜   

Arms  wrapped  tightly  around  her  form  that  seemed  to   compliment  his  own.   Bare  skin  feeling  the  warmth  of  the  other's  in  the  room  they  had  claimed  as   their  own   for  the  time  being.   Hands  still  lazily  tracing  along  her  smooth  skin.   ❛  Tell  me  about  Lys.   What  do  you  still  remember  the  most.  ❜

[d0reah]

yes she is a good girl.

but also, doreah is not only willing to teach men how to pleasure themselves and their partners but also women. she basically is the "happy wife, happy husband" type of girl. she does not see it as a husband cheating but rather, her teaching things that can later be used in a bedroom for a happy experience.

[d0reah]

Doreah   laughed   softly—throatily—and   it   sounded   like   silk   being   drawn   across   bare   skin,   the   kind   of   sound   meant   to   be   heard   in   candlelight.   She   didn’t   look   at   him   right   away,   instead   letting   her   hand   drift   from   his   hair   to   trace   the   line   of   his   collarbone,   the   way   one   might   study   a   favorite   poem—slowly,   with   practiced   reverence.   It   was   always   a   dance   with   men   like   Baelon.

Not   just   skin   and   breath   and   movement,   but   words   that   held   weight,   words   that   bruised   if   handled   poorly.   She   had   learned   that   lesson   years   ago,   when   she   first   came   from   Lys.   How   different   it   was   here,   and   yet,   Doreah's   place   among   pleasure   houses   remains   untouched.   She   does   not   receive   many,   and   she   had   come   with   request   for   only   the   highest   of   hands   for   her.   It   had   been   the   Prince   who   first   saw   her   and   first   lay   claim   and   so,   Doreah   makes   sure   she   is   available   when   he   often   requires   it.

"Mm,"   she   hummed   at   his   final   tease,   her   lips   curving   not   quite   into   a   smile,   but   into   something   quieter.   Knowing.   “Comfort   comes   from   hearing   you   speak   plainly,   my   dragon.”   Her   accent   curled   at   the   edge   of   the   words   like   smoke.   “The   truth   always   tastes   sweeter   when   it’s   given   without   shame.”   Then   she   turned,   eyes   meeting   his.   There   was   warmth   in   her   gaze,   but   no   illusions.   No   fairytales.   Doreah   had   long   ago   stopped   believing   she   could   rise   above   her   station.   Even   the   likes   like   Mysaria   could   only   be   known   as   royal   mistresses.

"You   miss   me,"   she   echoed,   as   if   trying   the   words   on   her   tongue.   “And   here   I   thought   I   was   just   a   pleasant   distraction.”   A   pause,   the   ghost   of   her   smile   lingering.   “I   had   missed   you   too.”   And   her   words   are   spoken   in   truth,   perhaps   one   that   should   not   be   revealed.   Her   hand   moved   again,   splayed   over   his   chest.   She   could   feel   the   steady   beat   beneath   her   palm.   "Though   Goddess   know   I   should   not."   And   just   before   she   could   pull   away,   she   added,   with   a   hint   of   mischief,   “Besides,   if   I   call   you   my   dragon   too   often,   you’ll   start   expecting   me   to   bow.”   Her   fingers   traced   the   curve   of   his   hip   lazily.   

Baelon  wasn't  usually  one  to  frequent  the  pleasure  houses.   Or  send  for  them  whenever  he  was  in  King's  Landing  visiting  his  father  ,         but  more  and  more  lately  he  wished  to  be  anywhere  else.   Longed  to  be  in  any   other  company   other  than  the  people  he  called  his  family.   More  often  than  not  ,  he  came  here  simply  because  the  company  was   more  enjoyable.   The  activities  offered  were  merely  an  added  bonus.

❛  There's  a  certain  taste  you  fill  to  be  certain.  ❜   Words  are  murmured  in  agreement.         A  smirk  offered  against  her  skin  to  show  her  assumptions  were  in  a  way  absolutely  correct.   Though  there  were   certain  details   she  hadn't  been  made  completely  privy  to.   Still  ,  she  was  correct  in  that  he   kept  coming  back.   ❛  The  company  and  the  view  is  certainly  to  be  desired  over  the  company  I'm  certain  is  wondering  where  I  am.  ❜   It  never  really  does  go  unnoticed  when  the   family  sweetheart   makes  like  a  ghost  in  the  night.

Questions  as  to  why  he's  there   give  him  pause.   Targaryen  prince  offering  a   slight  scoff   at  the  truth  of  it.   ❛  At  the  risk  of  sounding  flowery  ,  I  do  believe  I  was  starting  to  miss  you  back  on  Dragonstone.  ❜   Missing  the  company.   Missing  the  feeling.         Missing  the  ability  to  just  get  lost  in  one  another  for  a  moment  in  time.   ❛  Lately  getting  to  spend  my  coin  here  has  been  the  highlight  of  my  trips  to  see  my  father  and  his  family.  ❜

Ghosts  of   touches  from  earlier   linger  upon  pale  skin.         Small  marks  he'll  carry  after  as  trophies  from  his  own  conquests.   Slender  but  strong  hands  idly  running  through  pale  hair.   ❛  Comfort  ,  does  comfort  comes  with  hearing  you  call  me  your  dragon  more?  ❜   He  asked.   Teasing  with  a   slight  smirk  ,   and  lift  of  his  brow.

[d0reah]

The   silk   sheets   beneath   her   were   still   warm,   creased   by   his   weight   and   the   press   of   their   bodies.   Moonlight   spilled   in   through   the   high   window   of   the   chamber,   casting   a   pale   silver   sheen   over   the   curve   of   her   bare   hip   as   Doreah   stretched   like   a   satisfied   cat,   slow   and   languid,   even   as   Prince   Baelon's   breath   lingered   hot   against   her   neck.

She   tilted   her   head   back,   a   knowing   smile   playing   at   her   lips,   fingers   idly   tracing   the   faint   crimson   scratch   she'd   left   on   his   shoulder   earlier.   “You   keep   coming   back,”   she   murmured,   voice   laced   with   amusement,   “like   a   moth   to   flame.   Or   is   it   simply   that   Targaryens   have   always   had   a   taste   for   Lyseni   women?” @seirudy

Her   dark   eyes   glittered   with   mischief   as   she   rolled   beneath   him,   one   leg   sliding   over   his.   “You   are   not   the   first   prince   of   your   blood   to   find   himself   tangled   in   silk   and   accent,”   she   whispered   into   his   ear.   “And   if   I   recall…   they   never   stayed   away   long,   either.”

She   let   the   words   hang   in   the   air,   brushing   her   lips   along   his   jaw,   before   settling   back   with   a   teasing   tilt   of   her   chin.   “Tell   me,   my   dragon—do   you   come   to   me   for   comfort?”

[d0reah]

feeling frisky and playful and so is she so who wants a little dory.

[d0reah]

@dcviline asked: ❛ brace your hands on the wall . ❜ (daario)

   The   people   here   were   rough   around   the   edges,   but   they   followed   their   Queen   where   she   go,   and   she   knew   she   would   be   able   to   win   them   over.   The   night   was   cool,   and   the   air   smelled   of   pine   and   damp   earth.   As   they   made   their   way   through   the   castle   ,   Doreah   could   feel   eyes   on   her   everywhere   she   went.   It   was   not   unusual;   she   had   grown   accustomed   to   the   stares   since   joining   Daenerys.

But   tonight,   something   felt   different.   The   room   was   warm,   and   Doreah   felt   herself   start   to   relax   as   she   took   a   sip   of   her   drink.   She   glanced   over   at   Daario,   who   was   watching   her   intently.   There   was   something   in   his   eyes   that   she   couldn't   quite   read.

Suddenly,   he   stood   up   and   grabbed   her   by   the   wrist,   pulling   her   towards   the   far   wall   of   the   room.   She   stumbled   after   him,   surprised   by   his   sudden   movement.   When   they   reached   the   wall,   he   pushed   her   against   it   roughly,   pinning   her   there   with   his   body.   His   hands   roamed   over   her   curves,   squeezing   her   hips   and   breasts   possessively.

"Brace   your   hands   on   the   wall,"   he   growled   in   her   ear.   She   did   as   she   was   told,   feeling   her   heart   race   in   anticipation.   She   could   feel   the   heat   from   his   body   as   he   pressed   himself   against   her,   his   hardness   pushing   against   her   through   their   clothes.   Doreah   moaned   softly,   arching   her   back   to   give   him   better   access.

Doreah   gasped   as   she   felt   his   fingers   brush   against   her   wetness.   She   spread   her   legs,   inviting   him   in.She   threw   her   head   back,   Eyes   finding   his   own,   before   a   smile   grows,   her   free   hand   reaching   his   hair,   almost   in   comfort.   "You   are   such   a   possessive   man.   Should   I   get   your   name   on   my   skin?   Inked   for   those   to   see?"   People   will   always   stare.   She   never   minds,   specially   when   her   reward   is   this.   "You   don't   have   to   be   gentle.   I   know   you.   You   want   me   to   scream   tonight."

[d0reah]

@dcviline asked: ❛ touch yourself for me . ❜ (@lannisther)

   Doreah's   heart   raced   as   she   awaited   her   mistress's   command.   She   brace   herself   by   the   opposite   side   of   the   room.   As   the   commanding   voice   gives   her   leave   to   begging   to   touch   herself   and   Doreah's   lip   bite   itself   as   she   begins   to   curl   her   dress   upward,   legs   opening   wide,   to   let   the   other   see   her.   She   reached   between   her   own   legs,   feeling   the   cool   air   brush   against   her   moist   folds   as   she   parted   them   slightly.

She   gripped   the   shaft   of   the   false   cock   she   had   brought   to   show   the   queen,   a   promise   that   touched   the   dark   desires   of   the   queen,   running   her   fingers   up   and   down   its   length,   mimicking   the   sensation   of   intercourse.   Her   breath   hitched   as   she   felt   herself   growing   wetter   with   anticipation.

Doreah   hesitated   for   a   moment   before   positioning   the   false   cock   at   her   entrance,   mimicking   the   thrusting   motion.   She   closed   her   eyes   and   let   out   a   soft   moan,   feeling   the   fake   cock   push   against   her   opening.   She   moved   faster,   her   hips   rotating   in   a   circular   motion,   grinding   against   the   air   as   if   it   were   her   lover's   hard   shaft.

As   Doreah's   movements   became   more   frantic,   her   legs   parted   further,   offering   Cersei   a   view   of   her   most   intimate   parts.   The   sweet   scent   of   desire   filled   the   air   as   Doreah's   hips   bucked   wildly,   her   body   arching   forward   in   pleasure.   "Do   you   like   what   you   see?"

[d0reah]

she is about to come out to play

[d0reah]

@dcviline asked: ❛ we shouldn’t - ah , we shouldn’t be doing this . ❜ (addam oop)

Doreah,   beautiful   and   alluring   with   a   body   that   could   tempt   even   the   coldest   of   hearts,   found   herself   in   an   unusual   predicament.   She   had   been   forced   with   a   guard   now,   Addam   Marbrand,   her   constant   annoying   shadow,   and   yet,   she   sees   more   in   his   eyes   than   just   bothersome,   no.   .   he   wants   more.   It   was   a   task   she   had   performed   countless   times   before,   but   this   time   was   different.

As   she   undressed   him   slowly,   her   fingers   tracing   the   contours   of   his   muscular   body,   she   felt   a   strange   tingle   of   excitement   course   through   her   veins.   His   eyes   were   fixed   on   her,   filled   with   desire   and   something   more.   He   tried   to   resist   her   advances,   mumbling   something   about   not   wanting   to   do   this,   but   his   actions   spoke   otherwise.   His   breath   hitched   when   she   ran   her   hands   over   his   chest,   and   his   cock   twitched   against   her   touch.

With   a   seductive   smile,   she   leaned   in   closer   and   whispered,   "We   shouldn't   be   doing   this."   Her   voice   was   hushed,   yet   it   carried   a   hint   of   mischief   that   sent   shivers   down   his   spine.   She   could   feel   the   heat   emanating   from   his   body   as   she   trailed   kisses   along   his   neck   and   chest,   teasing   him   with   her   touch.   "But   you   want   me,   don't   you?   For   all   your   talk.   .   .you   want   me.   And   how   long   has   it   since   someone   has   touched   it   like   this?"   She   speaks   in   turn,   her   hands   travelling   between   their   bodies   to   feel   the   growing   erection   on   his   body   as   she   let   her   mouth   fall   on   his   chest.

As   she   knelt   before   him,she   felt   his   resistance   crumble   beneath   her   skillful   ministrations.   She   began   to   work   down   on   his   breeches   with   ease   and   precision,   eyes   looking   upward   toward   him,   as   her   tongue   licks   her   mouth   in   turn.   "Tell   me   you   don't   want   my   mouth."

[d0reah]

@dcviline asked: ❛ do you have any idea how good you taste ? ❜ (jaime)

One   fateful   night,   she   had   caught   the   eye   of   Jaime   Lannister.   Upon   the   call   of   her   Gods   and   a   celestial   event   and   celebrations,   she   had   crawled   into   his   bed,   proclaiming   him   the   biggest   warrior   and   spent   the   night   with   him.   After   that,   things   had   slowly   grown   warmer   between   the   two,   perhaps   he   just   missed   the   company,   or   like   any   man,   he   desired   a   woman   and   a   good   taste.   Doreah   could   not   blame   him   and   his   bed   had   become   a   second   home   for   her.

In   the   moonlit   chamber,   they   found   themselves   alone,   their   bodies   entwined   in   a   passionate   embrace.   Jaime's   large   hands   roamed   over   her   soft   curves,   tracing   patterns   on   her   skin   that   sent   shivers   down   her   spine.   He   leaned   in   close,   his   lips   grazing   her   earlobe   as   he   whispered,   "Do   you   have   any   idea   how   good   you   taste?"   His   warm   breath   sent   chills   down   her   neck   as   he   moved   his   mouth   lower,   trailing   kisses   along   her   collarbone   and   down   to   her   breasts.

Doreah   gasped   as   his   tongue   circled   her   nipples,   causing   them   to   harden   under   his   touch.   Her   hips   bucked   forward,   seeking   more   contact   with   his   hot   flesh.   Jaime   slowed   down   his   kisses,   trailing   them   down   her   stomach   before   stopping   at   the   junction   of   her   thighs.   She   could   feel   the   heat   from   his   breath   on   her   sensitive   nub   as   he   teased   her,   making   her   squirm   with   anticipation.   Then   he   plunged   his   tongue   deep   inside   her,   tasting   her   sweet   nectar   that   coated   his   mouth.

She   cried   out,   her   entire   body   shuddering   with   pleasure   as   he   lapped   at   her   pussy   like   an   ice   cream   cone   on   a   hot   summer   day.   "Oh,   gods,"   she   moaned,   arching   her   back   to   give   him   better   access.   She   gripped   onto   his   golden   locks,   Her   hips   bucked   violently   against   his   face,   seeking   release   from   the   building   tension.   There   was   a   delighted   smile   upon   her   lips,   a   breathless   laugh   as   she   grinds   herself   against   his   tongue,   how   expertly   searches   for   her   and   finds   the   perfect   spot.   "I   do   not   know,   perhaps   you   should   share   how   I   taste   later."   She   speaks   in   turn,   her   thumb   at   the   curve   of   his   lip   before   she   watches   with   delight   as   he   returns   to   feast   on   her.   "Goddess,   you   can't   make   me   cum   so   soon."

[d0reah]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .    (   a  series  of  nsfw  prompts ,  separated  by  quotes   &   acts .   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one  who  posted  the  meme .  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts  )

       →  WORDS .

❛  i’m  sorry ,  you  don’t  enjoy  being  teased ? .  ❜ ❛  you  know  what  i’m  waiting  for .  ❜ ❛  keep  your  hands  where  they  are .  ❜ ❛  i want you to ride  [ me / my fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  you  make  the  prettiest  sounds .  ❜ ❛  say  please .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  make  this  last .  ❜ ❛  look  at  me .  ❜ ❛  i’m  yours ,  only  yours -  ❜ ❛  yeah ,  just like that -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  barely  even  started .  ❜ ❛  i  need  you .  ❜ ❛  god ,  shut  up  and  fuck  me  already !  ❜ ❛  god ,  yes ,  [ name ] ,  don’t  stop .  ❜ ❛  you  have  no  idea  how  long  i’ve  wanted  to  do  this .  ❜ ❛  who  gets  to  touch  you  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  come  for  me .  ❜ ❛  ah ,  ah -  don’t  touch .  ❜ ❛  brace  your  hands  on  the  wall .  ❜ ❛  could  you  come  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  let  me  come -  ❜ ❛  god ,  you’re  beautiful -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  been  waiting  for  this  all  night .  ❜ ❛  you’re  such  a  tease .  ❜ ❛  take  these  off .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  feel  your  [ mouth / fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  do  you  have  any  idea  how  good  you  taste ?  ❜ ❛  tell  me  what  you  want .  ❜ ❛  we  shouldn’t -  ah ,  we shouldn’t be doing this .  ❜ ❛  faster ,  [ name ] ,  i  need  more .  ❜ ❛  is  this  good ?  ❜ ❛  keep  your  eyes  open .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  to  find  out  what  else  you  can  do .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  be  so  gentle .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  hear  you  beg .  ❜ ❛  can  i  take  this  off ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  please ,  please -  ❜ ❛  you’re  doing  so  well  for  me .  ❜ ❛  please  touch  me .  ❜ ❛  keep  reading ,  i  want  to  see  how  long  you  last .  ❜ ❛  i’ll  buy  you  another  one .  ❜ ❛  say  my  name .  louder .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  any  longer .  ❜ ❛  you  feel  so  good .  ❜ ❛  you’re  going  to  leave  a  mark -  ❜ ❛  touch  yourself  for  me .  ❜ ❛  do  you  deserve  it ?   ❜ ❛  did  i  say  you  could  come ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  so  close -  ❜ ❛  they’re  going  to  catch  us -  ❜ ❛  i  want  you  right  here .  ❜ ❛  we  have  to  be  quiet .  ❜

         →  ACTIONS .

❛  pin .   to  restrain  my  muse’s  hands  during  intimacy . ❛  mirror .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  front  of  a  mirror . ❛  deny .   to  deny  my  muse  an  orgasm . ❛  distance .   to  have  [ phone / video ]  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  playlist .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  while  music  is  playing . ❛  paw .   to  fondle  my  muse’s   [ chest  /  ass ] . ❛  wall .   to  pin  my  muse  against  a  wall . ❛  table .   to  hoist  my  muse  onto  a  [ table  /  counter ] . ❛  clothed .   to  make  my  muse  come  while  fully  dressed . ❛  finger .   to  finger  my  muse . ❛  oral .   to  give  my  muse  oral . ❛  fervent .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  after  a  fight . ❛  distraction .   to  rile  my  muse  up  during  a  film . ❛  mark .   to  leave  marks  on  my  muse  [  optional :  specify where  ] . ❛  tie .   to  use  restraints  on  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  throat .   to  choke  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  sparring .   for  sparring  to  turn  into  sex . ❛  toys .   to  use  toys  [ vibrator / strap / otherwise ]  on  my  muse . ❛  imagery .   to  send  my  muse  a  risque  photo . ❛  drag .   to  pull  my  muse  closer  by  a  piece  of  clothing . ❛  tear .   to  tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛  shower .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  the  [ shower / bath ] . ❛  sneaky .   to  sneak  away  from  a  gathering  to  have  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  beg .   to  make  my  muse  beg . ❛  carnal .   to  [ scratch / bite ]  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  preoccupied .   to  rile  my  muse  up  as  they  [ read / work ] . ❛  jealous .   to  purposefully  make  my  muse  react  possessively . ❛  dare .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  based  off  a  dare . ❛  read .   to  re-enact  something  from  a  [ book / show / porn ]  with  my  muse . ❛  collapse .   to  break  a  bed  during  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  caught .   to  get  caught  with  my  muse  during  sex .

[d0reah]

doreah actually delights in teaching people about pleasure and sex.