#𓇼 interactions ╲ dcviline › ❦.

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@dcviline asked: ❝ I want to spend every night buried inside of you, pleasing you, fucking you. ❞ (daario)

𝕾𝖍𝖊   𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖘   𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖙   𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖇𝖊𝖉.   𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙   𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓   𝖘𝖍𝖊   𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖘   𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗   𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖘   𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙   𝖇𝖊   𝖙𝖔𝖔   𝖙𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖉   𝖆𝖓𝖉   𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙   𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉   𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑   𝖔𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒,   his   body   presses   above   hers   and   she   feels   it   all,   gentle   at   first,   the   way   he   grinds   against   her,   she   feels   the   slide   of   his   cock   on   her   skin,   over   her   rear   and   her   slit,   how   his   hands   angle   her   hips   in   the   way   he   desires   and   the   sheets   end   up   on   the   ground,   forgotten   once   more.   He   speaks   as   he   enters   her,   still   stimulated   and   wet   from   their   previous   round   and   Doreah   moans   in   a   gentle   whine,   muffle   sound   by   the   sheet   as   she   stirs   back   to   their   little   world.

  "Gods,   you   torture   me   so.   How   delicious   that   would   be."   How   incredible   it   would   be,   to   have   him   every   day   and   night   like   this   and   every   other   position   that   exist,   to   have   her   body   quiver   with   desire   and   no   other   thoughts   to   invade   her   mind.   She   brings   a   hand   behind   herself   to   the   crook   of   his   neck   and   let   her   head   lean   in,   brushing   lips   against   lips.   "Nothing   is   stopping   you.   And   I   won't.   I   had   denied   every   man,   every   woman   and   stranger's   touch   since   I   had   you   that   first   night."   Where   they   both   had   fun   but   surely   thought   of   someone   else,   and   now,   they   cannot   be   without   the   other   for   long.   S

he   brings   her   free   hand   between   her   legs,   the   thrust   of   his   legs   helping   her   grind   her   fingers   over   her   clit,   causing   her   to   moan   further,   hair   sticking   to   her   back.   "Yes,   yes.   I   want   you   inside   me   all   the   time.   I   want   to   feel   myself   dripping   with   your   seed   and   when   you   are   gone,   I   can   use   fingers   to   pretend   it's   you   again."   But   it's   never   the   same.   Toys   help   and   do   wonders   but   gods,   she   desires   him   and   it's   only   his   body,   his   touch   she   desires.   "Fuck   me   harder,   baby.   I   been   a   good   girl,   haven't   I?   I   can   take   it."   She   begs   instead,   aggainst   his   earlobe   as   she   nibbles   upon   him.   

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@dcviline asked: 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 #10 (aziza)

She   kisses   Aziza   with   sweetness   and   desire,   soft   but   making   sure   she   feels   the   desire,   both   already   bare   side   by   side,   she   took   her   time   to   admire   the   other's   figure,   her   hands   exploring   the   curve   of   her   hip   and   the   roundness   of   her   breast,   squeezing   and   teasing   the   hardening   nipple.   Doreah   ship   her   hand   to   move   on   of   Aziza's   leg   further   to   the   side   and   make   room   for   her   hand.   Her   mouth   stops   kissing   the   other   to   wet   her   fingers,   eyes   looking   at   the   woman   before   her   hand   finds   the   heat   between   Aziza's   legs   and   watches   the   expression   on   the   other's   features.  

"How   does   that   feel?"   She   asks   as   she   begins   to   tease   folds.   Her   thumb   remains   on   the   top   of   her   clit   where   she   feels   her   growing   with   each   touch   and   her   fingers   tease,   in   and   out,   letting   the   other   enjoy   two   fingers   before   they   spread   her   wetness   over   her   lips   and   repeating   the   motion.   "You   feel   so   nice   and   warm."   The   other   whispers   against   her   neck,   open   kisses   on   the   other's   skin   moving   between   her   breasts,   her   hand   crooks   gently   so   she   can   slip   inside.   "Do   you   want   my   mouth   too?"

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@dcviline asked: ❝ I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean. ❞ (sansa)

"You   are   a   highborn   lady.   Surely   you   must."   And   Doreah   laughs   teasingly   at   the   lady,   now   apparently,   Princess   of   the   North.   She   looks   upon   the   yards   of   the   Winterfell   lands   and   wonders   how   do   they   survive   in   such   coldness   and   it   does   not   seem   to   affect   them   as   it   does   to   the   Dothraki,   or   even   herself.   Men   there   sparred   with   ease   and   trained   and   many   groups   gathered   around   to   cheer   on   or   simply   peer   at   the   young   men.  

"Surely   one   must   had   caught   your   eye.   Man.   Or   Woman."   She   was   aware   of   Sansa   Stark's   struggle   upon   the   capital   of   Westeros   but   she   was   now   safely   home,   with   family   thought   gone.   And   with   brothers   who   would   kill   ofr   her.   Doreah   never   knew   that   kind   of   loyalty   and   for   that,   she   envies   the   young   woman.   "Do   they   teach   girls   here   of   pleasure?"

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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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@dcviline asked: ❛ keep going. just like that. ❜ (deimos)

𝐇𝐢𝐬   𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬   𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞   𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.   𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭.   Doreah   had   come   to   a   halt   in   her   rode   to   perdition   when   the   hands   took   control   of   her   movements.   The   prince   seem   to   want   her   to   go   slower,   and   enjoy   it   too,   less   a   job   and   more   about   pleasure.   "Are   you   the   one   in   control   here   or   am   I?"   Doreah   jest,   but   presses   her   hands   to   his   chest,   feeling   the   sweat   drip   on   it   as   she   begins   to   move   with   the   guidance   of   his   hands,   one   of   her   own   moves   forward   to   grab   the   headboard,   giving   him   a   better   view   on   how   she   is   taking   him,   slow   but   full,   it   was   driving   her   insane   how   good   it   felt,   satisfied   moan   coming   from   her   rosy   lips   as   she   keeps   going,   her   breast   bouncing   with   every   movement.  

"Tell   me   how   else   do   you   want   me.   And   don't   spare   details."   Doreah   speaks,   free   hand   moving   between   her   legs   to   let   her   clit   throb   with   the   movements,   using   his   belly   to   rub   against   it   before   fingers   move   to   his   mouth,   hoping   he   would   taste   her   then.   "They   say   your   father   had   a   wild   imagination.   Let   me   experience   yours."

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@dcviline asked: ❛ i want this. let me have you like this. ❜ (jhogo)

𝐒𝐨   𝐡𝐞   𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭   𝐡𝐞𝐫.   𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐡   𝐡𝐚𝐝   𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧   𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐚𝐭   𝐡𝐢𝐦,   𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞   𝐈𝐫𝐫𝐢   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢   𝐝𝐢𝐝   𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞   𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐡𝐞   𝐡𝐚𝐝   𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧   𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.   It   was   good   that   the   queen   allowed   her   to   have   her   own   rituals   when   it   came   to   her   Gods,   tonight,   it   was   to   worship   the   warrior,   the   second   husband   of   her   goddess,   and   what   better   than   a   bloodrider   to   lay   his   claim   on   her   after   she   danced   through   fires   and   lay   on   the   ground   of   gardens,   hidden   in   the   meadows,   her   body   covered   with   pearls.   "How   will   you   have   me,   Jhogo?   Stories   say,   the   Warrior   God   claimed   his   Goddess   like   a   stallion,   rough   enough   to   leave   marks   for   days."   And   she   can   imagine   it,   for   The   Dothraki   seemed   to   have   preffered   that   position   over   others,   her   hands   roam   over   the   half   naked   torso   of   the   man,   her   hand   moving   between   them   to   feel   his   hardening   cock   on   her   palm.  

"Or   perhaps   you   want   my   mouth   first?   You   look   like   a   man   who   has   plenty   to   spend,   and   I   have   plenty   of   spaces   to   be   filled."   Doreah   tempts   further,   as   her   hand   moves   up   and   down   his   length,   whispering   words   against   his   jawline.   "Touch   me,   and   see   what   you   do   to   me."   How   wet   she   feels,   the   thought   of   having   a   man   like   Jhogo   was   a   dream;   warrior,   with   strength,   youthful   and   powerful.   Perfect   for   the   lyseni   who   wished   to   honor   her   God.   "Lay   your   claim   on   me   and   it   will   be   your   name   I   speak   instead   of   the   Gods."

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@dcviline asked: ❛ oh no, i'm not finished with you yet. ❜ (aegon ii)

𝐔𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞   𝐢𝐬   𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤,   𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬.   𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐡𝐚𝐬   𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝   𝐧𝐨𝐰.   He   is   no   longer   prince   but   the   king   of   the   realm,   whatever   the   crown   fits   or   not   and   he   seems   to   be   eager   to   make   it   count   now,   to   fuck   through   the   night   if   he   had   to.   Madame   send   her   knowing   if   there   was   one   girl   who   can   last   with   him,   it   would   be   Doreah.   "We   have   done   this   twice   already,   My   King."   The   girl   jest,   playfully   laughing   as   she   feels   the   lips   upon   her   neck.   "You   made   a   mess   out   of   myself."   Twice   he   had   finished   deep   inside   her,   and   she   wonders   if   he   had   eaten   something   from   Lys   to   last   this   much,   or   just   his   new   found   confidence   was   enough   to   keep   him   in   her   bed   through   the   night.

  Doreah   feels   her   legs   and   how   his   cum   drips   from   her   thighs   and   she   expects   him   to   at   least,   continue   two   more   times   or   until   the   sun   comes   up.   The   bottle   of   wine   is   still   halfway   done   and   so   it's   likely   he   will   not   leave.   This   room   now   is   hers,   where   once   Mysaria   had   her   prince,   she   has   here   king.  

"Why   don't   you   taste   me   for   once,   Aegon?   And   later   I   can   show   you   how   we   ride   dragons   in   Lys."   The   worker   speaks,   her   fingers   slip   inside   her   before   they   move   to   her   mouth   and   tempts   the   man   as   her   lips   wrap   around   them,   tasting   her   wetness   alongside   his   own,   pool   like   eyes   burning   with   desire.   "After   all,   a   king   deserves   a   good   ride   once   in   a   while."

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𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 @dcviline asked: 14 (Aziza)

It   seems   more   often   than   not   that   the   two   handmaidens,   when   away   from   their   work   and   their   queen,   they   seek   one   another   for   comfort   and   desire   in   the   night.   With   no   eyes   but   those   of   the   Gods   above   them,   they   seek   one   another   in   the   cold   of   the   night.   Aziza's   lips   are   soft   against   her   own,   growing   with   need   and   desire   with   each   stroke   of   tongue   and   their   bodies   bare   and   naked.   The   waterfall'   water   is   warm   above   them   and   gentle   enough   to   not   interrupt   the   desire   that   builds,   as   hands   roam   over   frame   and   grip   tightly   on   the   other's   rear   to   pull   her   closer   in   the   desire   of   it   all.

  Her   body   reads   Aziza's   with   each,   as   harden   nipples   brush   against   her   own   and   the   lyseni   moans   in   turn,   her   hands   moving   between   their   bodies   to   press   against   the   other's   heat,   finding   wetness   and   heat,   as   fingers   find   themselves   inside   that   familiar   heat   and   a   soft   groan   passes   from   her   mouth   to   the   other's.   "You   are   always   so   nicely   wet,   Azi."   She   wanted   to   experience   more,   but   she   enjoyed   the   teasing,   the   way   the   other   always   seem   to   plea   at   first   before   growing   bold.   "I   brought   toys   for   us   tonight.   If   you   want.   After   we   taste   each   other   to   oblivion."

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𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 @dcviline asked: 30 (Daario)

She   had   wanted   to   show   him   some   more   of   Lys   before   they   departed   at   the   morrow.   But   he   seem   to   have   other   plans,   ones   she   does   not   complain,   truly,   considering   he   had   spend   plenty   time   upset   with   her   or   more   so,   upset   with   the   past   that   loomed   over   her   in   the   city   before   he   was   made   to   see   reason.   Doreah   does   enjoy   to   tease   him   about   it   now,   and   perhaps   throw   the   name   of   certain   lyseni   prince   to   get   him   to   be   rougher   than   expected,   knowing   well   it   is   how   he   likes   it   too.   "Gods,   you   don't   get   tired,   do   you?"   Her   hands   press   on   the   floor   as   he   presses   on,   hitting   that   perfect   spot   right   from   behind,   glistered   skin   as   her   hair   sticks   to   her   skin   and   she   looks   behind   her   for   a   moment   before   she   eyes   close   at   the   feeling.

  "You   don't   wish   me   to   walk   tomorrow."   And   she   laughs   in   delight   at   the   thought   really,   her   muscles   entrapping   him   inside   her   and   the   sound   of   skin   against   skin,   with   the   sight   of   the   sea   behind   them.   Her   room   had   always   been   her   favorite   in   the   castle,   a   private   view   to   a   private   lake,   so   they   could   enjoy   themselves   almost   in   the   open,   a   little   dangerous   arises   the   heart,   and   the   hormones.   "Yes,   yes,   just   like   that."   Her   legs   tremble   with   shockwaves   and   she   moves   one   hand   between   her   legs   to   match   his   thrusts,   her   thumb   pressed   upon   her   clit.   "Lay   it   on   me.   Give   it   to   me.   Are   you   gonna   make   me   full   tonight?"   Please,   she   forgets   to   say   between   heavy   breathings.

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𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 @dcviline asked: 4 (Jaime oop)

The   Kingslayer   was   renounced   around   the   realm.   Her   queen   had   spoke   of   him   as   the   one   who   had   taken   her   father   down,   now   free   of   his   duties   to   the   realm   as   Kingsguard   and   as   a   Lord   of   his   house.   A   fine   men,   despite   his   age   and   lack   of   one   hand.   Doreah   had   wanted   men   with   less,   and   Goddess   above,   she   wanted   the   man.   She   did   made   it   clear   to   him   through   the   night.   And   upon   the   call   of   the   night,   she   was   allowed   passage   to   his   rooms,   his   chambers,   where   she   allowed   him   to   take   pleasure   after   who   knew   how   long.   But   despite   the   rush   she   expected,   she   is   surprised   when   he   leans   down   her   frame,   clothes   removed   and   casted   aside   and   it's   the   warm   of   his   tongue   against   her   wet   heat   that   causes   her   to   laugh   through   a   moan   at   the   surprise.  

She   rises   to   rest   on   her   elbows,   wanting   to   see   the   sight   of   him   taking   his   delight   between   her   legs.   "You   feast   like   a   hungry   man,   my   lord."   Let   him   feast   them,   one   hand   moves   to   his   hair,   brushing   away   and   pulling   gently   as   her   hips   grind   against   his   mouth.   The   weight   of   his   gold   hand   on   her   body   causes   her   to   shiver   against   him,   not   moving   too   much   as   she   is   weak   against   him.   "How   do   I   taste?"   Doreah   speaks   out   loud,   biting   on   her   lip   at   such   a   lovely   sight,   she   does   love   when   a   man   takes   pleasure   in   a   feast.   "Gods,   right   there,   Jaime."

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@dcviline asked: 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 #11 (daario)

He   seems   mindful   to   make   it   up   to   her   now   that   doubts   had   left   his   mind,   or   at   least,   they   seem   to   have   done   so.   He   is   gentler   with   her   but   also,   grown   eager   to   tease   her,   so   slow   compared   to   the   raw   passion   he   had   offered   her   the   first   few   nights   they   lay   together   back   in   Mereen.   Her   legs   lifted,   the   dress   falling   to   puddle   around   her   waist   and   she   moves   to   open   it   so   the   fabric,   as   transparent   silk,   falls   over   her   skin   and   reveal   her   breast,   hugged   by   the   lyseni   pearls   she   wears   so   often.  

His   hand   is   on   her   entrance,   she   feels   him,   one   single   finger   pressing   on   but   just   barely,   causing   her   to   writhe   and   whine,   almost   pouting   back   at   him   as   eyes   snap   open   back   to   him.   "Daario.   This   is   torture,   you   are   my   sweet   torturer."   How   dare   he.   The   motion   is   repeated   and   she   moans   and   release,   frustration   rising   on   her   body   but   legs   trapped   by   his   other   arm.

  Doreah   laughs   in   ragged   breathes,   trying   to   sway   her   hips   to   pull   his   finger   further   inside   her.   "Don't   tease   me,   so.   Can't   you   see   I'm   wet   enough?"   She   speaks   up,   finding   herself   wet   between   her   legs,   knowing   he   could   take   her   if   he   desired   so   but   he   found   himself   in   a   game   with   her   tonight.   Whatever   it   was,   Doreah   was   loosing,   already   pleading   for   him.

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@dcviline ; 💋 ft. qarro.

Doreah's   silken   gown   rustled   softly   as   she   moved,   a   gentle   whisper   against   the   stone   floor   of   Qarro   Volentin's   private   chambers.   The   evening   air   was   cool,   the   light   from   the   setting   sun   casting   long   shadows   across   the   room,   giving   the   space   an   intimate,   almost   secretive   feel.   She   never   ignores   a   call   when   it   comes   from   her   Goddess,   and   she   had   pointed   the   man   ever   since   she   lay   eyes   on   him.   And   surely,   a   man   of   his   position   and   from   Braavos,   is   familiar   with   the   language   of   love,   although   perhaps   not   like   the   Lyseni,   she   is   aware   that   Braavos   was   famous   for   having   some   gorgeous   courtesans.

  Once,   she   dreamed   of   going   there,   perhaps   to   held   her   own   court,   but   alas,   she   is   there   now.   "I   know   my   work   may   not   be   as   renowned   as   that   of   the   courtesans   of   Braavos,   but   if   you   seek   distraction,   you   are   welcome   to   have   a   taste."   Her   eyes,   dark   and   inviting,   held   his   gaze   as   she   spoke.   "I   am   here   to   please   you,   to   your   heart's   content.   And   I   know   men   like   yourself   might   spend   too   much   time   in   their   own   minds   instead   of   their   bodies."   Doreah   shows   a   smile,   she   stands   close   to   him,   her   hand   only   reaching   to   brush   over   hair   above   his   forehead,   blue   eyes   lighting   up   at   the   sight.  

Doreah   leaned   in,   her   lips   brushing   lightly   against   his   in   a   fleeting   kiss,   a   tantalizing   promise   of   more   to   come.   She   stepped   back   slightly,   her   body   a   graceful   curve   as   she   stood   before   him,   awaiting   his   response,   her   hands   moving   to   the   pins   of   her   dress,   always   sporting   the   Lyseni   style   even   so   far   away   from   her   home.   "Do   I   please   you,   Qarro   Volentin?"   she   asked,   her   tone   both   a   question   and   a   challenge.

[d0reah]

@dcviline asked: 💋 (aziza oop)

Reclined   on   the   cool   sands   of   Dragonstone,   her   gaze   tracing   the   delicate   curves   of   Aziza   new   dress.   The   fabric,   a   deep   emerald   green,   seemed   to   shimmer   under   the   moonlight,   casting   an   ethereal   glow   that   accentuated   Aziza's   graceful   form.   Doreah's   eyes   sparkled   with   admiration   as   she   reached   out,   her   fingers   lightly   brushing   the   hem   of   the   dress.   The   dress   might   not   be   perfect   for   the   new   weather   just   like   she   still   remains   on   her   Lyseni   style   but   regardless,   Doreah   leans   on   her   side   as   she   stares   at   the   other   handmaiden.   "It's   exquisite,"   Doreah   murmured,   her   voice   a   soft   caress   against   the   backdrop   of   the   waves   nearby.  

"The   way   it   clings   to   you,   Aziza,   it's   like   it   was   made   by   the   gods   themselves.   Your   skin,   glows   against   it   and   the   moon.   You   been   favored."   And   she   had   never   been   one   shy   from   giving   compliments   to   another   woman,   specially   when   their   beauty   was   to   be   spoken   on.   Doreah   is   aware   not   many   women   receive   them   and   she   would   like   to   make   the   difference,   blue   gaze   settling   on   Aziza's   dark   stare   and   smile.  

An   electric   current   crackled   in   the   air   and   Doreah,   feeling   bold   and   driven   by   a   familiar   longing,   leaned   in   and   pressed   a   quick,   chaste   kiss   to   Aziza's   lips.   She   leaned   in   again   after   a   moment   of   hesitation,   her   hand   under   Aziza's   chin,   her   lips   capturing   Aziza's   with   more   confidence   and   delight.   The   kiss   deepened,   the   taste   of   ripe   fruit   lingering   on   Doreah's   tongue   as   she   pulled   back,   mischievous   smile   upon   her   lips.   "You   taste   like   fruit,"   she   said,   a   note   of   wonder   in   her   voice.   

[d0reah]

@dcviline asked: 💋(daario)

The   morning   sun   cast   a   soft,   golden   light   through   the   narrow   window   of   the   modest   chamber,   illuminating   them   both,   Doreah   had   been   wide   awake   for   a   while   now,   her   skin   glowing   with   the   warmth   of   the   early   rays,   leaned   over   her   lover,   Daario   Naharis,   her   lips   brushing   gently   against   his.   At   least   she   prefers   how   peaceful   he   looks   now,   specially   when   he   is   asleep.   Doreah's   smile   was   tender,   her   fingers   tracing   the   contours   of   his   face   with   a   delicate   touch.   "Good   morning."   she   whispered,   her   voice   a   melodic   murmur   in   the   quiet   room.  

And   as   he   awakens,   Doreah's   smile   widened   as   she   straddled   him,   more   like   hugging   him   with   her   legs   and   hands   resting   on   the   pillow   behind   his   face   so   they   were   close   face   to   face,   her   silk   nightgown   slipping   to   reveal   the   smooth   curve   of   her   legs.   She   leaned   forward,   brushing   a   lock   of   his   unruly   hair   away   from   his   forehead.   "I   have   the   day   off,"   she   said,   her   tone   laced   with   a   playful   hint   of   persuasion.   "The   queen   has   granted   me   a   rare   rest,   and   I   wish   to   spend   it   with   you."  

She   could   feel   the   tension   in   his   body   easing   under   her   touch,   she   is   aware   that   he   would   prefer   to   go   and   be   with   his   men   or   work   on   duties   and   be   at   his   post,   whatever   that   might   be,   but   Doreah   is   not   against   using   her   charm   so   his   resistance   melted   away   like   morning   dew   in   the   sun.   Doreah's   fingers   continued   their   gentle   exploration,   tracing   the   strong   lines   of   his   jaw   and   the   stubble   that   had   grown   overnight.   Her   eyes,   deep   pools   of   blue,   locked   onto   his   with   an   intensity   that   was   hard   to   resist.   "Let   me   have   you   for   today,"   she   whispered,   her   voice   a   soft   caress   against   his   skin.   "Tomorrow   you   can   return   to   your   duties.   But   today,   be   mine."   Doreah   leaned   down,   capturing   his   mouth   in   a   kiss   that   promised   a   day   filled   with   passion   and   stolen   moments.

[d0reah]

@dcviline 💗 ft. aziza.

Doreah   had   been   thinking   of   Aziza   lately,   knowing   the   weight   of   her   words   could   change   the   outcome   as   the   day   to   sail   to   Westeros   approaches   in   the   eyes   of   the   Queen.   She   had   seen   the   pain   etched   in   Aziza's   eyes,   a   reflection   of   her   own   struggles   once   upon   a   time   when   loyalties   were   torn   between   her   king   lover   and   her   queen.  

With   a   soft   touch   on   Aziza's   arm,   Doreah   spoke   with   a   voice   filled   with   hope.   "There   is   a   place   where   we   can   start   fresh,   where   whoever   your   family   is   or   has   done   here   pays   no   matter.   Our   Queen   means   for   all   of   us   to   start   a   new   life   in   Westeros.   You   can   become   whoever   you   wish   in   there,   on   her   new   realm."  

Maybe   make   herself   the   head   of   a   new   house.   Doreah   herself   isn't   sure   of   her   future,   always   known   herself   as   a   handmaiden   and   lady   in   waiting   but   she   heard   those   ladies   usually   get   wed.   The   prospect   does   not   bother   her.   Doreah   joins   hands   with   Aziza,   blue   eyes   hoping   she   would   go   along   with   them   instead   of   staying   in   Mereen.

[d0reah]

@dcviline 💗 ft. daario.

"Well,   if   you   must   know,   maybe   I   enjoyed   the   idea   of   making   you   jealous   a   little   bit.   You   deserved   it   so,   for   being   a   fool."   She   is   still   upset   with   him,   but   it   is   hard   to   resist   him   when   he   is   near   her,   and   finally,   admitting   his   mistake.   It   had   hurt   when   he   thought   she   would   leave   the   room   in   the   night   to   join   the   Prince   or   any   of   her   past   patrons.   When   she   had   been   clear   where   her   heart   lay.   She   might   be   instructed   in   the   art   of   pleasure   but   in   her   culture,   the   heart   is   also   protected   and   desired.  

"Should   I   take   you   to   the   Goddess   temple   and   have   you   there   in   order   to   make   it   clear?   It   is   traditional   for   couples."   She   jest   but   it   is   true.   Couples   who   promise   one   another   usually   go   to   the   Love   Goddess   temple   to   pray   for   her   and   her   beloved   sun   husband   praise   and   love.   Except   of   course,   Daario   is   more   like   the   war   god   than   the   sun.   Nevermind,   the   sentiment   is   the   same.  

"I   should   keep   torturing   you   for   a   while   and   make   you   beg.   For   how   rude   you   were."   But   there   is   a   smile   growing   on   her   lips   as   she   speaks.