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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin, Game_of_Thrones_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Irri/Daenerys_Targaryen
  Character:
      Daenerys_Targaryen, Irri_(ASoIaF)
  Additional Tags:
      Roleplay, Explicit_Sexual_Content
  Collections:
      Femslash_February
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-04 Words: 380
****** Queen ******
by mautadite
Summary
     Irri would make a fine Khaleesi.
     (A game of role reversal.)
Notes
     Written for the Femslash February kink meme. Anon requested: ‘Irri/
     Dany, roleplay where they switch positions’. Not quite what anon
     wanted, I think, but I gave it a go.
Irri would make a fine Khaleesi, Dany notes in idle admiration. They are of a
similar size; Dany’s queenly garments cling with all the appropriate reverence
to her servant’s frame, flattering her high breasts, winding round her slim
waist, fluttering against her tanned thighs. The fine, gauzy material suits her
well; it lets the dark of her nipples show through, and lends an iridescence to
her already lovely skin. Shoulders back, gaze high, limbs firm, the Dothraki
woman makes a queen that anyone would be proud to follow.
The illusion breaks once Daenerys is between her legs, licking her open and
driving her wild, and Irri is once again her proud, knowing servant, panting
her way towards a climax.
“Khaleesi, please,” she begs, as Dany’s tongue rides hard and fast over her
clitoris. She tastes like salt and sweet, and her fingers grasp at the sheets.
“I can… Let me…”
“Shh,” Dany murmurs, and Irri cuts herself off with a yelp as two fingers slide
into her wetness, quick and rough. The queen’s fingers are small, but they know
how to move, to thrust. “Tonight, I serve you.”
The game began innocently enough, with Daenerys urging Irri to drape herself in
some of her new gowns, so that she might inspect the fit and the elegance of
them. Much less innocent had been the act of doffing her Dothraki garments and
donning the vestments of the queen. Irri’s movements were efficient but slow,
economical but alluring.
Now, Dany pushes that same silky material aside, pushes the slim thighs further
asunder to lick around her fingers and into the sweetest part of her. The maid
still makes abortive gestures to reach for Dany, thinking of giving her
pleasure, but Dany blocks them every time.
“Khaleesi… I…” she moans again, and Daenerys smiles against her nether lips,
applying her tongue rough and quick. Irri’s legs stiffen, she sounds out a low
moan, and then Dany is arching back to watch the face of her climax, a thumb
flicking up to replace her tongue and rub the older girl through her tremors.
The line of her body is curved and regal in the low light, and Dany’s eyes
narrow with arousal and appreciation.
“Tonight,” she repeats, crawling up Irri’s body, “you are queen.”
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