The throne room in the Great Pyramid of Meereen stood silent as the iron-born entered. Yara Greyjoy strode forward with the confidence of someone who had spent her life commanding men at sea, her leather armour creaking with each step. Daenerys sat regally on her throne, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders, but her breath caught slightly at the sight of the bold woman approaching. "I offer you my fleet of a hundred ships," Yara declared, her eyes never leaving Daenerys's face, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "And I offer you my services as admiral."
"And what do you want in return?" Daenerys asked, leaning forward slightly, intrigued by the woman's directness.
"Justice for the Iron Islands. Help us defeat my uncle. And support my claim to the Salt Throne," Yara replied, her voice carrying a hint of challenge. She took another step forward, closer than protocol would typically allow. "And I noticed you're not married, Your Grace. I have similar tastes in that department."
Daenerys felt heat rise to her cheeks but maintained her composure. "Similar tastes?"
"I never cared much for the company of men," Yara said boldly, her eyes trailing deliberately down Daenerys's form. "They're good for fighting and dying, but in my experience, women are far more... interesting companions." Missandei shifted uncomfortably beside the throne, but Daenerys found herself leaning forward, drawn in by Yara's magnetic presence.
"You're very direct, Lady Greyjoy."
"Just Yara, if it pleases Your Grace. And yes, I find life's too short for games. When I see something I want..." She let the words hang in the air.
Later that evening, Daenerys requested a private audience with the iron-born commander. They met in her personal chambers, overlooking the bay where Yara's ships were anchored.
"Tell me more about your fleet," Daenerys said, pouring wine for them both. "I've never met a woman commander before."
Yara accepted the cup, their fingers brushing. "First time for everything, Your Grace. The iron-born follow strength, and I've proven mine time and again." She moved closer, the scent of salt and leather surrounding her. "Would you like to hear how I took my first command?"
Daenerys nodded, acutely aware of their proximity. "Please."
"I was sixteen," Yara began, her voice dropping lower. "A storm had caught us off the Iron Islands. The captain was killed by a swinging boom. Everyone was panicking, but I grabbed the wheel..." As she spoke, she demonstrated with her hands, one arm brushing against Daenerys's waist. The Dragon Queen found herself entranced, not just by the tale but by the storyteller. The way Yara's eyes sparkled when she spoke of the sea, the confident set of her shoulders, the subtle way she kept decreasing the space between them.
"You're not like anyone I've ever met," Daenerys admitted.
"Is that a good thing?" Yara's hand found its way to Daenerys's arm, tracing patterns on her skin.
"I'm beginning to think it might be," Daenerys replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The tension between them crackled like lightning before a storm.
Yara's eyes dropped to Daenerys's lips. "Your Grace... Daenerys... may I?" The Dragon Queen's answer was to close the remaining distance between them, their lips meeting in a kiss that tasted of wine and possibility. Yara's hands were surprisingly gentle as they tangled in silver hair, while Daenerys found herself clutching the leather of Yara's jerkin.
When they finally parted, both slightly breathless, Yara grinned. "Well, I'd say that seals our alliance rather nicely, wouldn't you?"
Daenerys laughed, a sound of pure joy she hadn't made in ages. "I believe this could be the beginning of a very productive partnership, Lady Greyjoy."
"Just wait until I show you how we celebrate agreements on the Iron Islands," Yara whispered, pulling her close again. Yara stepped forward, her calloused hands cupping Daenerys's face with surprising tenderness before claiming her lips again. This kiss was different - demanding, fierce, like a storm at sea. Daenerys gasped against Yara's mouth, unused to surrendering control.
"Never been with someone who wasn't afraid to take charge, have you?" Yara murmured, her voice husky. Her fingers traced down Daenerys's neck, making her shiver.
"No," Daenerys admitted breathlessly. "They all treated me like I might break."
Yara laughed low in her throat. "You're the Mother of Dragons. You don't break." She pressed forward, walking Daenerys backward until her legs hit the edge of the massive bed. "But you might bend..."
"Is that a challenge?" Daenerys's eyes flashed with dragon-fire.
"More like a promise," Yara growled, pushing her onto the silk sheets. She followed, pinning Daenerys's wrists above her head with one strong hand. "Let someone else be in command for once."
Daenerys arched against her, pulse racing. "And if I resist?"
"Then we'll have even more fun," Yara smirked, her free hand working at the intricate fastenings of Daenerys's dress. "But something tells me you're tired of always having to be in control..." Yara captured Daenerys's lips again, more demanding this time. Her tongue swept inside, claiming and exploring. The Dragon Queen whimpered, unused to such bold possession. Yara's weight pinned her deliciously to the silk sheets.
"Gods," Daenerys gasped when Yara finally let her breathe. "You're..."
"Overwhelming?" Yara smirked, nipping at her throat. "Just wait, little dragon." Daenerys squirmed under her, torn between wanting to assert control and surrendering to the delicious feeling of being conquered. Her silver hair fanned across the pillows as Yara's skilled hands roamed her body.
"So beautiful," Yara murmured against her skin. "Been wanting to do this since I first saw you on that throne."
"You're... very good at this," Daenerys managed between gasps.
"Years of practice," Yara chuckled, her fingers working at the laces of Daenerys's dress. "Let me show you exactly what you've been missing..." Yara's deft fingers made quick work of the laces, her eyes darkening with desire as she revealed inch after inch of moonlit skin. Daenerys's breath hitched as the dress fell away, leaving her exposed to the cool air and Yara's hungry gaze.
"Seven hells," Yara breathed, taking in the sight before her. Daenerys's body was a masterpiece - delicate curves, soft alabaster skin that seemed to glow in the candlelight. Her breasts were perfect handfuls, peaked with rosy nipples that hardened under Yara's intense stare.
"Like what you see?" Daenerys asked, a hint of her usual confidence returning despite her vulnerable position.
"More than like," Yara growled, but paused, her hand hovering just above Daenerys's skin. "Tell me you want this. I may be a reaver, but I'm no ravager."
Daenerys reached up, threading her fingers through Yara's dark hair. "I want this. I want you." That was all the permission Yara needed. She descended like a wave breaking on shore, her mouth hot and demanding against Daenerys's throat. Her rough hands contrasted beautifully with the Dragon Queen's soft skin as they explored every curve and valley.
"Still sure about this?" Yara murmured between kisses, even as her hands worked magic on Daenerys's sensitive flesh.
"Don't you dare stop," Daenerys commanded, though her voice trembled with need.
Yara's rich laughter echoed through the chamber as she gazed down at Daenerys's exposed form. "These are even more magnificent than I imagined," she growled, before lowering her head to capture a perfect pink peak between her lips.
Daenerys arched off the bed with a gasp. "Oh gods..."
"Mmm," Yara hummed against her sensitive flesh, her tongue swirling patterns that made Daenerys writhe. Her calloused hands kneaded and caressed, rough palms creating delicious friction. She alternated between gentle suckling and playful nips, drawing increasingly desperate sounds from the Dragon Queen.
"You taste like summer wine," Yara murmured, switching her attention to the other breast. "Could feast on you for hours..." She punctuated her words with a particularly clever flick of her tongue that had Daenerys seeing stars.
"Please," Daenerys whispered, her voice thick with need. "I want to see you too..." Yara pulled back with a wolfish grin, standing at the foot of the bed. She began removing her leather armour with practiced efficiency, piece by piece. The candlelight played across her muscled form as she revealed herself - her body was a map of scars and stories, lean and strong from years at sea. Her small breasts were firm, topped with dark nipples. Her stomach was flat and defined, bearing a long scar across her ribs.
"Like what you see, Your Grace?" Yara asked, noting how Daenerys's eyes darkened with desire.
"You're beautiful," Daenerys breathed, reaching for her. "Please come back..."
"So polite," Yara chuckled, crawling back onto the bed like a predator. "The mighty Dragon Queen, begging for my touch..." She pressed their bodies together, skin to skin, drawing a gasp from both women.
"I've never... wanted anyone like this," Daenerys admitted, running her hands over Yara's strong shoulders.
"Then let me show you exactly what you've been missing," Yara purred, capturing her lips again. Yara's strong hands gripped Daenerys's thighs, spreading them apart as she settled her weight between them. Their bodies fit together perfectly, Yara's toned form pressing Daenerys into the silk sheets.
"You're trembling," Yara murmured against her lips. "Nervous?"
"Anticipating," Daenerys corrected, though her voice quivered. Yara captured her mouth again, deep and demanding, as her rough fingers traced teasing patterns up Daenerys's inner thigh. The Dragon Queen gasped at the first intimate touch, her hips rising instinctively.
"So wet already," Yara purred, her skilled fingers exploring. "And all for me..."
"Please," Daenerys whimpered, shocking herself with how desperately she wanted this. "Don't tease..."
"But you're so beautiful when you beg," Yara smirked, though her own breath was coming faster. "Tell me what you want, Your Grace..." Yara's touch was commanding, her fingers moving with practiced skill as they explored Daenerys's most intimate places. Each stroke was deliberate and intense, drawing increasingly desperate sounds from the Dragon Queen's lips.
"You like it rough, don't you?" Yara growled against her ear, applying more pressure. "Like being taken apart by these sailor's hands..." Daenerys could only moan in response, her hips bucking against Yara's relentless fingers. The intensity was overwhelming - each touch sending sparks of pleasure bordering on sweet torment through her body.
"Look at you," Yara purred, her movements growing more demanding. "The mighty Dragon Queen, writhing under my touch..."
"Yara, please..." Daenerys gasped, her nails digging into Yara's shoulders.
"Please what?" Yara teased, though her own voice was rough with desire. Her skilled fingers continued their merciless assault, drawing increasingly desperate sounds from Daenerys's lips.
"I need..." Daenerys began, but words failed her as Yara's touch grew even more intense. Yara's fingers slid deep inside, curling upward with expert precision. The effect was immediate - Daenerys's back arched off the bed, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips.
"There it is," Yara purred, feeling Daenerys's inner walls clench around her fingers. "That sweet spot that makes even queens surrender..." Daenerys couldn't control the flood of wetness that coated Yara's fingers, her body responding shamelessly to each thrust and curl. The sounds of their passion filled the chamber, slick and desperate.
"You're soaking," Yara growled approvingly. "Never knew the Dragon Queen could get so wet..."
"Please... don't stop..." Daenerys gasped, beyond caring how wanton she sounded. Her thighs trembled as Yara's skilled fingers worked their magic, hitting that perfect spot with each stroke.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Yara smirked, increasing her pace. "Not when you're falling apart so beautifully for me..." Her fingers drove deeper, harder, her movements growing more demanding with each thrust. Her mouth attacked Daenerys's exposed neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before sucking hard enough to leave marks.
"Going to make sure everyone knows who made their queen scream," Yara growled against her throat, her fingers curling wickedly inside. The wet sounds of her movements grew louder, more obscene.
"Yara!" Daenerys cried out, her hands clutching desperately at Yara's back. "Oh gods..."
"That's it," Yara purred, leaving another dark mark on her pale skin. "Let me hear you..." Her thumb found that sensitive bundle of nerves as her fingers maintained their relentless pace.
"I'm... I can't..." Daenerys gasped, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around Yara's skilled fingers.
"Yes you can," Yara commanded, her voice rough with desire. "Come for me, my Dragon Queen..."
"Oh gods, I'm- something's happening!" Daenerys cried out, her body trembling uncontrollably under Yara's relentless assault.
"Let go," Yara commanded, her fingers driving harder, faster, hitting that perfect spot with merciless precision. "Give it to me..." Suddenly Daenerys's body convulsed, her back arching completely off the bed as an intense rush of wetness gushed around Yara's fingers, soaking the sheets beneath them. Her thighs shook violently as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
"I'm sorry, I've never-" Daenerys gasped, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as another gush of wetness escaped her.
"Don't you dare apologize," Yara growled, continuing her movements to draw out every drop. "You're magnificent when you lose control like this..." Daenerys could only whimper, her body still pulsing and releasing as Yara worked her through the intense climax. Her inner walls clenched and spasmed around those skilled fingers.
"Look at you," Yara purred, "The mighty Dragon Queen, coming so hard you're flooding the bed. Should I make you do it again?"
Daenerys lay trembling in the aftermath, her chest heaving with rapid breaths as aftershocks continued to ripple through her sensitized body. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, muscles weak from the intensity of her release.
"I... I've never..." she whispered, still struggling to form coherent thoughts. Her skin tingled everywhere Yara had touched her, especially the tender marks blooming on her neck.
Yara stretched out beside her with a satisfied smirk, trailing gentle fingers over Daenerys's oversensitive skin. "Never squirted before, Your Grace? Never had someone make you lose control quite like that?"
Daenerys shook her head, still blushing. "Everything feels so... tender. Like my whole body is humming." She shifted slightly, gasping at how sensitive she remained between her legs.
"That's what happens when you truly let go," Yara murmured, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder. "When you stop being a queen and just let yourself feel everything."
"My legs are still shaking," Daenerys admitted with a breathless laugh. "I don't think I could stand if I tried."
"Good," Yara purred possessively. "Because I'm not done with you yet. Once you catch your breath..." Her hand slid down Daenerys's trembling stomach suggestively.
Daenerys gasped. "Again? I don't know if I can..."
"Oh, you can," Yara promised darkly. "Mmm, you taste like power and surrender," Yara murmured against Daenerys's skin, her mouth trailing hungry kisses down the valley between her breasts. Her hands roamed possessively over the Dragon Queen's still-trembling body.
"Yara..." Daenerys gasped, caught between oversensitivity and rekindling desire. Every touch sent little sparks through her tender flesh. "Let me catch my breath..."
"I am," Yara smirked, her tongue circling a hardened nipple. "Just... helping you breathe deeper." Her teeth grazed the sensitive peak, drawing a sharp inhale from Daenerys.
Daenerys's body arched instinctively into the touch, even as she protested weakly. "You're insatiable..."
"Can you blame me?" Yara's hands kneaded Daenerys's breasts firmly, thumbs brushing across the sensitive tips. "Having the Mother of Dragons writhing beneath me, coming undone so beautifully..."
"It's... overwhelming," Daenerys admitted, her breath catching as Yara's mouth moved lower, trailing hot kisses across her stomach.
"But not too much," Yara observed, noting how Daenerys's hips were already beginning to move subtly against her. "Your body's already hungry for more, isn't it?"
"Yes..." Daenerys whispered, surrendering to the building heat. Her fingers tangled in Yara's hair as the Ironborn's mouth ventured lower still.
"That's what I thought," Yara purred against her inner thigh. "Ready to see what else I can make you feel?" Yara gazed hungrily at the exquisite sight before her, drinking in every detail of Daenerys's intimate beauty. Her sex was a masterpiece - delicate pink folds glistening with arousal, slightly swollen and flushed from their earlier activities.
"Even here you're perfect," Yara murmured appreciatively, running a finger along the neat outer lips. "Like a rose in full bloom." The fine silver curls above caught the candlelight, as regal and ethereal as the hair on her head. Daenerys shivered at the gentle exploration. Her inner lips peeked out slightly, darkened with desire and still sensitive from her intense climax. A fresh bead of wetness gathered at her entrance.
"Stop... staring..." Daenerys breathed, though she made no move to close her legs.
"I can't help it," Yara growled, her thumb ghosting over Daenerys's swollen pearl. "Your cunt is as royal as the rest of you - all pink and pretty and begging to be devoured." Her fingers spread Daenerys wider, revealing more of her glistening inner flesh. "Look how wet you still are for me... how your body's already aching for more..."
"Please..." Daenerys whimpered, her hips lifting slightly toward Yara's exploring touch.
"Don't worry, my queen," Yara purred. "I plan to worship every perfect inch of you..." Yara flattened her tongue and dragged it slowly up the length of Daenerys's sex, savouring the exquisite taste that coated her tongue. Sweet and musky, with an almost spicy heat that seemed fitting for the Dragon Queen.
"Gods, you taste divine," Yara groaned, licking again with the full width of her tongue. She gathered every drop of arousal, letting it pool in her mouth before swallowing hungrily. "Better than the finest Dornish wine."
Daenerys gasped at the broad strokes, her hands flying to grip the sheets. "Yara... oh..."
"I could feast on you for hours," Yara purred between long, decadent licks. Her tongue dipped inside to gather more of Daenerys's essence, then dragged upward again, spreading the wetness everywhere.
"Please... don't stop..." Daenerys moaned, her hips rolling against Yara's mouth.
"As if I could," Yara growled, her tongue continuing its thorough exploration. She pressed deeper, broader strokes designed to cover every inch of Daenerys's sex. "Going to drink every drop you give me..."
Daenerys whimpered as Yara's tongue found her sensitive pearl, still swollen from before. Her thighs trembled around Yara's head as that skilled tongue continued its relentless feast. "Seven hells, you taste sweeter than honeyed wine," Yara growled, her strong hands spreading Daenerys's thighs wider. Her tongue delved deep, claiming every inch of the Dragon Queen's precious flower like a conqueror taking new lands.
"By the old gods and new..." Daenerys keened, her silver hair splayed across the pillows as she writhed. Yara's tongue moved with the skill of a seasoned sailor navigating treacherous waters - first circling the sensitive pearl at the apex, then diving deep into Daenerys's entrance, gathering the sweet nectar that flowed freely now.
"Mine," Yara growled possessively between licks, her mouth sealed over Daenerys's sex like she was drinking from a chalice. Her tongue worked in broad, hungry strokes from entrance to pearl, then darted inside to taste deeper.
"Please... oh please..." Daenerys mewled, her hands tangling in Yara's dark hair. Her hips bucked against that skilled mouth like waves against the hull of an Ironborn ship.
"Going to make you sing sweeter than any court minstrel," Yara promised, her tongue working faster now. She sealed her lips around Daenerys's pearl and suckled firmly, drawing desperate cries from the queen's throat.
"I'm your subject now," Daenerys gasped. "Take what is yours..."
"And I shall claim every drop," Yara vowed, her tongue plunging deep again. She worked tirelessly, like a warrior in battle, determined to draw out every ounce of pleasure from her queen's trembling form.
"Let me see all of you," Yara growled, her strong hands gripping Daenerys's thighs and pushing them back toward her chest. The Dragon Queen gasped as she was folded nearly in half, completely exposed to Yara's hungry gaze.
"Gods, you're flexible as a summer dancer," Yara purred appreciatively, holding Daenerys's legs firmly in place. The position left the queen utterly vulnerable, her glistening sex fully displayed.
"Yara..." Daenerys whimpered, feeling more exposed than she'd ever been. Her cheeks flushed crimson, but her body betrayed her arousal with a fresh surge of wetness.
"Look how your pretty flower opens for me now," Yara murmured, her hot breath ghosting over Daenerys's exposed sex. "Nowhere to hide, my queen. I can see every perfect inch..."
"Please..." Daenerys begged, trying to squirm but held firmly in place by Yara's iron grip.
"Oh, I'll please you alright," Yara promised darkly. "Going to feast on you proper now..." She lowered her head, tongue extended, ready to devour her prey from this new, deeper angle.
"Seven hells!" Daenerys cried out, her whole body jolting at the unexpected sensation as Yara's hot tongue traced a deliberate circle around her tight rosebud.
"Mmm, even here you taste like royalty," Yara purred, her tongue returning to lap hungrily at the sensitive flesh. She gripped Daenerys's thighs tighter, holding her firmly folded as she explored this new territory.
"That's... oh gods... that's so..." Daenerys gasped, unable to form coherent thoughts as Yara's skilled tongue continued its wicked ministrations.
"So what, my queen?" Yara teased between broad, wet strokes. "Decadent? Depraved? The way a proper feast should be?" Her tongue circled the tight ring of muscle before pressing more firmly.
"Yes... all of it..." Daenerys moaned, her head thrashing against the pillows. Each swipe of Yara's tongue sent jolts of forbidden pleasure through her body.
"Look how your little star twitches for my tongue," Yara growled possessively. "So tight and pretty and perfect..." She sealed her lips around the sensitive pucker and suckled gently, drawing a shocked cry from Daenerys's throat.
"Nobody's ever... I never thought..." Daenerys whimpered, caught between embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure.
"Then they were all fools," Yara declared, her tongue returning to its lewd feast. "Every inch of you deserves to be worshipped..."
"Let me hear how much you love this," Yara growled between passionate strokes of her tongue, her finger circling Daenerys's swollen pearl in time with each lick.
"I... oh gods... I can't..." Daenerys gasped, overwhelmed by the dual sensations. Her body trembled as Yara's hot tongue worked relentlessly at her sensitive rosebud, while clever fingers kept up their steady rhythm on her pearl.
"Your body's telling me everything," Yara purred, her tongue pressing more firmly now, working the tight muscle with dedicated fervour. She sealed her lips around the puckered flesh and suckled hungrily, drawing desperate cries from the Dragon Queen.
"Please... it's too much..." Daenerys whimpered, even as her hips bucked against Yara's face.
"No such thing," Yara growled, her tongue now probing deeper, breaching the tight ring as her fingers increased their pace. "Going to devour every inch of you..." Daenerys could only sob with pleasure as Yara's wicked tongue claimed her most intimate place, working in and out with passionate dedication while those skilled fingers kept her pearl singing with need.
"That's it," Yara encouraged between thrusts of her tongue. "Let go for me again... want to feel you come while I feast on your pretty star..."
"Oh gods, oh gods!" Daenerys wailed, her body convulsing as Yara's tongue worked deeper into her sensitive star. The combination of that wicked tongue and the relentless fingers on her pearl drove her over the edge with shocking intensity. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically as waves of pleasure crashed through her body. Fresh wetness gushed from her sex, coating Yara's hand as her hips bucked uncontrollably.
"That's it, my queen," Yara growled between thrusts of her tongue. "Come for me while I feast on your pretty star..."
"Yara! I can't... it's too... GODS!" Daenerys screamed, her thighs trembling violently around Yara's head. Her tight rosebud clenched and fluttered around Yara's probing tongue as another intense wave of pleasure wracked her body.
"Seven hells, you're magnificent," Yara purred, not letting up for a moment. "Coming so hard from my tongue in your arse..." Daenerys could only whimper helplessly, her body continuing to spasm with aftershocks as Yara worked her through the intense climax. Her cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and ecstasy at coming so hard from such forbidden pleasure.
"Please... mercy..." she finally gasped, overwhelmed by sensation.
"As you command, Your Grace," Yara smirked, pressing one final kiss to her sensitive star before releasing her trembling legs. "Though I must say, that was quite the royal performance..."
Daenerys lay panting, her body still quivering with aftershocks. "I've never... that was..."
"Just wait until next time," Yara promised darkly, crawling up to claim Daenerys's lips in a possessive kiss. "I have so much more to show you..."
"My turn," Yara growled, moving up Daenerys's body with predatory grace. She straddled the Dragon Queen's face, her powerful thighs framing Daenerys's head as she lowered herself. Daenerys gasped as she was confronted with Yara's sex - a feast fit for a queen. Unlike her own delicate folds, Yara's cunt was bold and commanding as the woman herself. Thick, dark curls crowned her swollen lips, already glistening with desire. Her outer lips were full and meaty, parting to reveal the darker pink within.
"Gods..." Daenerys breathed, inhaling Yara's strong, musky scent. Her nose brushed against the swollen pearl at the apex, drawing a growl from the Ironborn above her.
"Like what you see?" Yara purred, rolling her hips slightly. "Different from your pretty little flower, isn't it?" Daenerys could only nod, mesmerized by the sight above her. Yara's sex was as wild and untamed as the sea itself, demanding worship.
"Show me what that royal tongue can do," Yara commanded, threading her fingers through silver hair. "Make me feel like a queen..." Daenerys hesitated, overwhelmed by Yara's commanding presence above her. Her hands trembled slightly as they gripped Yara's strong thighs.
"I... I've only done this a few times, with Missandei," she admitted softly. "When we were both lonely in Meereen..."
"Don't worry, my queen," Yara purred, her fingers gentling in Daenerys's silver hair. "Just follow your instincts. What did you like when I pleasured you?" Tentatively, Daenerys extended her tongue, drawing it slowly through Yara's folds. The taste was strong, salty like the sea, making her head swim.
"That's it," Yara encouraged, her hips rolling slightly. "Use that pretty tongue... explore..." Gaining confidence, Daenerys repeated the motion, remembering how Yara had pleased her. She traced the outer lips first, learning their shape and texture, before venturing deeper.
"Good girl," Yara growled as Daenerys's tongue found her pearl. "You're a natural at this..."
"Tell me what you like," Daenerys whispered between licks, wanting to please this bold woman who had shown her such pleasure.
"Harder," Yara commanded, grinding down slightly. "Don't be gentle with me. just let me take what I need," Yara growled, her hips rolling more insistently against Daenerys's face. Her strong thighs tightened around the Dragon Queen's head as she ground down. Daenerys whimpered, struggling to maintain her rhythm as Yara took control. Her nose pressed firmly against Yara's swollen pearl while her tongue worked desperately to please.
"Good girl," Yara purred, one hand gripping silver hair tighter. "Learning to serve your queen properly..." She rocked more forcefully, using Daenerys's mouth for her pleasure.
"Mmph!" Daenerys's muffled cry was lost against Yara's sex as the Ironborn rode her face with increasing urgency. All she could do was keep her tongue extended, letting Yara take what she wanted.
"That's it... take it all..." Yara's movements grew more demanding, her wetness coating Daenerys's chin. "Gods, you look beautiful like this..." Daenerys gripped Yara's thighs harder, surrendering to being used so thoroughly. The musky taste and scent overwhelmed her senses as Yara ground against her mouth with growing intensity. As Yara rode her face, Daenerys's hands explored the powerful body above her with growing reverence. Her fingers traced the hard muscles of Yara's thighs, marvelling at their strength - so different from her own softer form.
"Like what you feel?" Yara purred, flexing deliberately under Daenerys's exploring touch. Daenerys moaned in appreciation as her hands moved to Yara's ass, feeling the firm muscles flex and ripple with each rolling movement. Years of sailing and fighting had sculpted Yara's body into living steel.
"Gods, you're strong," Daenerys gasped between licks, squeezing the tight muscles appreciatively. Every inch of Yara was pure power, from her commanding presence to her iron-hard flesh.
"Built by the sea itself," Yara growled, grinding down harder as Daenerys's hands kneaded her ass worshipfully. "No soft southern noble am I..." Daenerys could only whimper in agreement, completely in awe of the warrior queen using her mouth. Her fingers traced each defined muscle, learning their shape and power as Yara continued to take her pleasure.
"Touch me properly," Yara commanded, guiding Daenerys's hand to her chest. Though smaller than the Dragon Queen's full breasts, Yara's were firm and muscled like the rest of her, topped with dark, prominent nipples that stood out like hard pebbles.
"They're perfect," Daenerys breathed between licks, her fingers exploring the offered flesh. She squeezed experimentally, feeling the firm muscle beneath.
"Harder," Yara growled, arching into the touch. "I won't break." Her nipple pressed against Daenerys's palm, longer and thicker than her own delicate peaks. Daenerys obeyed, kneading more firmly while her thumb circled the rigid nipple. It seemed to grow even harder under her touch, drawing a deep moan from Yara's throat.
"That's it," Yara purred, still grinding against Daenerys's mouth. "Pinch them... twist... I like it rough..." Daenerys worked Yara's thick nipple between thumb and forefinger, marvelling at how it seemed to grow even longer and harder with each touch. She twisted it firmly, remembering how Yara had commanded her not to be gentle.
"Fuck yes," Yara growled, her hips jerking against Daenerys's mouth. "Like you're working ship's rigging... rough and sure..." Encouraged, Daenerys pinched harder, pulling the rigid peak away from Yara's chest before releasing it to spring back. The nipple was now almost the length of her fingertip, dark and swollen with arousal.
"More," Yara demanded, taking Daenerys's other hand and bringing it to her neglected breast. "Both of them..." Daenerys worked both nipples now, twisting and tugging in rhythm with her tongue's movements below. She could feel them pulsing between her fingers, hard as iron yet sensitive enough to make Yara curse with each touch.
"Seven hells, you're a quick study," Yara panted, her chest heaving as Daenerys tormented her peaks. "Pinch them... harder... want to feel it tomorrow when my leather rubs against them..." Daenerys complied, applying more pressure until Yara was practically growling above her, her hips grinding more urgently against Daenerys's mouth.
"That's it... don't stop..." Yara commanded, her voice growing ragged. "Going to come all over that pretty royal face..." Yara's thighs tightened around Daenerys's head as her movements grew more urgent and demanding. The Dragon Queen gasped for air between the relentless grinding, her world narrowed to nothing but Yara's pleasure.
"Take it all," Yara growled, her fingers tightening in silver hair. "Want to mark that beautiful face..." Daenerys whimpered, overwhelmed by Yara's commanding presence above her. Her lungs burned slightly as she struggled to breathe around Yara's intense movements, but something about being used so thoroughly made her own desire spike again.
"Such a good little queen," Yara panted, rolling her hips faster. "Learning your place under an Ironborn..." Daenerys could only moan in response, her hands still working Yara's nipples as commanded while her tongue fought to keep up with the captain's demanding pace. Yara's wetness coated her chin and cheeks as the warrior queen chased her pleasure.
"Almost there," Yara growled. "Keep those pretty eyes on me while I come..." Yara's climax crashed over them both like a tidal wave. Her powerful thighs clamped around Daenerys's head as her body tensed and shuddered. She threw her head back with a cry that would have made a kraken proud.
"By the Drowned God!" Yara roared, her hips jerking erratically against Daenerys's face. Her sex pulsed and flooded, coating the Dragon Queen's chin and cheeks with her release. Daenerys held on desperately as Yara rode out her pleasure, still pinching and twisting those hard peaks as commanded. The warrior's entire body seemed to convulse above her, muscles rippling with each wave of ecstasy.
"Don't stop... don't you dare stop..." Yara growled through clenched teeth as another surge rocked through her. Her fingers were tangled painfully in Daenerys's silver hair, holding her firmly in place. When the storm finally passed, Yara slumped forward, bracing herself against the headboard as she caught her breath. She looked down at Daenerys with dark satisfaction.
"Now that," she purred, "is how you please a captain of the Iron Fleet."
Daenerys could only gaze up at her in awe, face glistening with evidence of Yara's pleasure. "I've never... that was..."
"Such a good little dragon," Yara murmured, her rough fingers stroking through Daenerys's dishevelled silver hair. Her touch was surprisingly gentle now, almost tender as she wiped her wetness from the queen's flushed cheeks.
Yara stretched out on the silk sheets, her muscled body relaxed in post-climactic satisfaction. Before she could say another word, Daenerys crawled up and draped herself across Yara's form like a cat seeking warmth.
"Needy little thing, aren't you?" Yara chuckled, but her arms wrapped around Daenerys nonetheless. The Dragon Queen nuzzled into the crook of her neck, sighing contentedly as their bodies aligned.
"Is this... acceptable?" Daenerys asked softly, her fingers tracing patterns on Yara's collarbone.
"Aye," Yara replied, her usual gruffness softening slightly. "Though don't go spreading rumours that the terror of the Iron Fleet enjoys cuddling."
"Your secret is safe with me," Daenerys murmured, already half-asleep against Yara's chest. The steady rhythm of the sailor's heartbeat soothed her like waves against a shore.
"Just this once," Yara said, though her arms tightened protectively around the smaller woman. "Because you've earned it, my queen." Daenerys made a small defiant sound, nuzzling even more determinedly under Yara's chin. Her silver hair spilled across the Ironborn's chest as she settled herself more firmly against the strong body beneath her.
"Stubborn little dragon," Yara muttered, but her hand came up to stroke Daenerys's back almost unconsciously. The queen's soft curves fit perfectly against her harder angles.
"Mmmm," Daenerys hummed contentedly, already drifting off. Her breath evened out against Yara's throat, warm and steady. Yara looked down at the sleeping queen, so different from her usual commanding presence. Like this, she seemed almost delicate - though Yara knew better than anyone now just how much fire burned beneath that soft exterior.
"Sleep well, my queen," Yara whispered, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to silver hair. She told herself she'd leave once Daenerys was fully asleep... but somehow, watching the peaceful rise and fall of the Dragon Queen's chest, she found herself reluctant to move.
"Just until dawn," she decided, adjusting her position slightly to better cradle her precious cargo. The sound of waves rolling in the distance created a soothing rhythm, and soon both warrior and queen were lost to peaceful dreams.