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“Reasonably well?” Daenerys asked.
“It could use work,” Missandei said.
She held Daenerys’s gaze for as long as she could, where she had her cornered against a table, before glancing away. Daenerys brought a hand to her chin, tilting her head back down, and said, “My Dothraki is perfect.”
Missandei couldn’t help her small smile, and Daenerys’s face fell. She dropped her hand, bracing herself on the table.
said, “You don’t use your tongue enough.”
Daenerys raised her eyebrows. They pressed together in a rather adorable manner, and Missandei held in a laugh.
“It’s just…” She brought her hands together between them. “You don’t use your tongue enough.” She heaved a breath. “Dothraki is difficult for the mouth to master. So guttural and harsh.”
She looked at Daenerys, hoping she would understand, but Daenerys’s hands came to cup hers as she leaned back for a moment, and then she said, “Zhey Drogo ast me—Dothraki thasho h’anhaan ven anha ray yol mehas. Me azh maan atjakhar.”She looked at Daenerys, hoping she would understand, but Daenerys’s hands came to cup hers as she leaned back for a moment, and then she said, “Drogo said I spoke Dothroaki like one born to it. It gave him great pride.”
Missandei heard the error in her words immediately. She pulled her hands free and cupped Daenerys’s face. Slowly, enunciating the word, she said, “Athjahakar.”
Daenerys’s hands once again came around her, bracing on the table, and she said, “Athjahaka.”
Missandei couldn’t temper her smile now. “Ath-ja-hakar.”
Daenerys licked her lips and then said, “Athjahakar,” saying the word properly now.
Missandei gave a small nod.
Daenerys said, “I suppose I’m a bit out of practice.” Her eyes passed over her, and she added, “But I do use my tongue enough...”
Missandei then realized why she was cornered against the table.
She wasn’t quick when it came to picking up on her lover’s advances. Daenerys preferred to guide her to the point slowly. Missandei wished she would be more direct—it would make things easier—but then, she was currently pressed against a table, so maybe she gave herself far too much credit.
She glanced to the door, then looked back to Daenerys to find a smile on her face. Missandei nodded and said, “Yes, you do, Your Grace, and more than reasonably well.”
“Oh, really? Because, like Dothraki, I have not practiced in ages.”
Missandei bit her lip. “You have been busy.”
Daenerys hummed. “Not too busy for you.”
Missandei leaned forward slowly and tilted her head down, pressing a kiss to the Queen of Dragons’ mouth. She pulled back and said, “We are always together.”
Daenerys was quick to reply, “But never alone.”
Missandei finally reached out, and she wrapped her arms around Daenerys, and the Mother of Dragons sank into her. Her hands moved from bracing on the table to wrap around her.
Missandei said, “You already feel the weight of the crown.”
There was a small chuckle, and Daenerys pulled back from her grip. Her hands snaked to her thighs, helping her up onto the painted table. They had just wrapped up a small meeting on their next course of action. There were small blocks marking where the current armies were. She raised her hand, not wanting to knock anything over, and her attention was pulled as Daenerys’s hands trailed up her thighs.
Missandei said, “And you intend to practice right now?”
Daenerys’s hands stilled, and she said, “Are you opposed?”
Missandei shook her head.
Daenerys said, “Your queen asked you a question.”
Missandei held her tongue. It was not always that slights against Daenerys were as lighthearted as this; usually, they came from people who would oppose her in every regard. But now Daenerys didn’t seem so offended by her refusal to respond. In fact, it spurred her on. She bit her bottom lip, and her hands continued their path up her legs. She leaned up, capturing her lips in a kiss. It was not rushed by any means, and Daenerys slotted herself between her legs, her fingers pressing into her thighs.
Missandei wrapped a hand around one of her braids, tracing it.
Daenerys pulled back and said, “You are wearing too much, hmm?” She pulled back as her hands came up, intent on undressing her.
Missandei pulled her hands back and took hers. “Wouldn’t you rather return to our chambers?”
Daenerys looked up and said, “Then I would waste the day away in bed. It’ll be easier to leave from here.”
Slowly, Missandei let go of her hands, and she let Daenerys pull everything away until she stood naked, her clothes now a heap on the floor. Daenerys took a breath as her eyes trailed up to hers. Missandei raised a brow, looking at her expectantly, and Daenerys chuckled. She reached up, unclipping the brooch with the three-headed dragon.
Missandei pushed herself back up on the painted table, watching intently as, piece by piece, and then all at once, smooth skin was revealed. Daenerys bent down, picking up everything, and laid it on the table. She once again came between Missandei’s legs.
Missandei tilted her head. “You are not worried about being walked in on?”
“The Unsullied know I am not to be disturbed.”
Missandei hummed, and she spread her legs. Daenerys laughed at the display as she glanced down. Her eyes lingered for a moment before she looked back up at her and tugged Missandei closer, her fingers digging into her thighs.
She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her neck, and Missandei could feel her smile. She tilted her head up, giving her more room to work, and she slipped a hand around Daenerys while the other reached down for the hand on her thigh. She led that hand further up between her legs.
Daenerys licked a stripe up her neck, causing her to draw in a ragged breath, and she said, “Please.”
Daenerys pressed one more fleeting kiss to her skin before pulling back. Her face was flushed, and she quickly took hold of Missandei. Missandei had to swing a hand back to steady herself as Daenerys once again tugged her toward the edge of the painted table, effectively spreading her out.
“You’re this wet already?”
Missandei fought against her smile, but she couldn’t conceal it. She turned away, looking elsewhere, and Daenerys reached out, dragging two fingers up her pussy, spreading her folds. Missandei tried to keep her breathing even, and as she glanced down, Daenerys pulled her hand back so it rested on her thigh once again.
“What do you want?” Daenerys asked.
Missandei looked up. “I—”
It was such a puzzling question. She had just guided Daenerys’s hand; surely she had made her wants as clear as she could.
“I want you.”
She reached for Daenerys’s hand again, but Daenerys pulled it away and said, “I know you want me, but tell me what you want… or does your tongue fail you now, speaker of sixteen languages?”
Missandei huffed a little, which was so unlike her, and she said, “Dany…”
Daenerys hummed. “Yes, my love?”
Missandei swallowed and said, “I would like your fingers. I want you in me.”
Even now, stating her desires so shamelessly, Daenerys didn’t move or do anything to satiate the pulsing between her legs.
Daenerys tilted her head and said, “I thought you said I don’t use my tongue enough, and…” She stopped short, smiling. “Tell me what you want.”
Missandei knew what she wanted her to say. She huffed and said, “Dany…”
Daenerys smiled and brought a hand to her chin, tilting her head down, and they kissed once more.
Missandei pulled back, breathing against her, and she said, “Kneel.”
Daenerys’s eyes lit up, and she said, “Wasn’t so hard, was it?” She pulled back and said, “As you wish.”
Missandei swallowed hard. She had seen so many people bend the knee for Daenerys, and here she was kneeling in front of her, just a girl from the isle of Naath.
She lifted a leg, hooking it over Daenerys’s shoulder, and she couldn’t help but glance to the doors once more, but her eyes were immediately drawn back when she felt a kiss to the inside of her thigh. Daenerys made a small hum, and she kissed a path upward until Missandei was holding her breath in anticipation.
Despite her lack of mastery when it came to Dothraki, Dany’s tongue was skilled in other ways.
Missandei gasped as Daenerys’s tongue pressed against her center, lapping at all the fluids that had accumulated. She took her time, and Missandei knew begging would get her nowhere. Instead of her usual pleading, she reached down, trying to guide Daenerys, pressing against her head and pushing her face further between her legs, and that only failed to make matters worse.
She felt a nip to her thigh, and she squirmed as much as she could on the edge of the painted table. Daenerys wound her arms around her legs, and any more, Missandei might have been pulled off the table. She let her head fall back, her chest heaving, and finally Daenerys flicked her tongue against her clit, and it was utter bliss. She dragged her tongue up, pressing hard, then pulled back, flicking against the small bud of nerves.
Missandei clenched around nothing, and now she longed for Daenerys’s adept fingers inside her. She moaned, spreading her legs more, and Daenerys’s tongue traveled back down. She sucked at her entrance, her tongue following, and Missandei finally gave in.
“Dany, please.”
Daenerys pulled back, leaning against her leg, and she said, “Who knows how long it’ll be until I can practice again? I must master the use of my—”
“Please,” Missandei said, cutting her off.
Daenerys was never quick to forget words thrown her way. Missandei sighed in relief as Daenerys finally paid proper attention to her clit.
Daenerys flicked her tongue rapidly against her clit in a way that always made Missandei reach her pinnacle quickly, but Daenerys had made it clear she wanted to draw this out. She sucked her clit before extending her tongue and bobbing her head, rubbing her tongue against her clit.
Missandei didn’t waste any time grinding down, and once again her hand came down to the back of Daenerys’s head. She gasped, her mouth parting as she ground down, and she felt that familiar tug as her body bowed. Instead of grinding down, she pressed Daenerys’s face between her legs as she came, and she couldn’t stop the moan that left her.
Her heels dug into her queen’s back, and slowly, as her orgasm waned, her legs went limp. Daenerys continued licking all the newly replenished wetness until Missandei couldn’t help but bring her legs together in an attempt to push her away. Daenerys let her though, and she leaned back with a smile as she looked up at her.
Missandei couldn’t help her small smile as she crossed her feet. Daenerys pushed herself up, pressing a kiss to the top of her knee, and Missandei, emboldened now, reached out, cupping her face. She swiped her thumb over her cheek.
Daenerys quirked a brow, and Missandei said, “Would the queen be so kind as to fulfill my initial request?”
Daenerys smiled at the use of her title, and she nodded. “Oh yes.”
Missandei hesitated for a beat. She was still so sensitive, but in the end she uncrossed her legs, and Daenerys came between them, her hands dragging up her sides just under the curve of her breasts. Her fingers curled around her, forcing her back, and Missandei leaned back, exposed for her. Those commanding hands came to her breasts, squeezing them, and Missandei watched as all her attention focused on her chest. She allowed a small smirk as she watched her, and Daenerys’s eyes flicked up.
She did a small double take before rolling her eyes and saying, “Your figure is hidden in these cloaks.”
Missandei tilted her head, and at last Daenerys’s hand slipped away, causing her breast to bounce.
Daenerys brought a hand just past her as she leaned on the painted table, while her other hand headed between her legs. She leaned over her, hovering a breath away, and Missandei felt short of breath at their proximity. She leaned in, her nose dragging across Daenerys’s cheek, and she said, “Is it perhaps too late to ask what you want?”
Daenerys gave a small laugh, her breath fanning across her, and she said, “You know what I want.”
Missandei bit her lip, and she brought her legs up, wrapping them around Daenerys. “Dany…”
“I want to hear you. I want my enemies to hear your screams and think me terrible and cruel.”
Missandei said, “Is that so?”
Daenerys hummed, and Missandei said, “You have not done anything for me to—”
Daenerys cut her off with a kiss. Their noses bumped into each other, and she smiled into the kiss. Daenerys pressed so roughly against her that Missandei had to lean back.
Daenerys pulled back, and her hand made its way between her legs. Missandei spread her legs more, and Daenerys pressed two fingers against her, coating them in all the wetness. Missandei let out a small moan, and Daenerys said, “Be a good girl and let me hear you.”
Missandei’s brows pressed together as Daenerys’s fingers finally pressed into her, two fingers rubbing against her entrance. She nodded and said, “Please, Dany.”
Daenerys smiled. “I know you can do better than that.”
Missandei swallowed. She reached down, trying to guide her hand, and Daenerys said, “You know better. Let the Unsullied hear you.”
Missandei heaved a breath and said, “Dany, please.” She clutched at her, and Daenerys said, “I’m not going to ask again.”
Missandei groaned. She couldn’t bring herself to be loud, and Daenerys said, “I’m not asking you to march into King’s Landing. I’m asking you—”
Missandei cut her off and said, “I know what you are asking. I just…” She breathed out.
“You need my fingers inside you for you to be loud, is that it?”
Before Missandei could respond, Daenerys pressed her fingers in in one go, and Missandei’s response was instantaneous. She moaned, her head falling back.
Daenerys curled her fingers, pressing them in, and said, “So you can be loud. I thought you were intent on disobeying me.”
She thrust her fingers in relentlessly, and Missandei could barely catch herself.
“Alikh!” she gasped“More!” she gasped
Daenerys tsked, but she pressed her fingers in all the way before pulling them out again. Missandei reached for her, tugging her closer.
Daenerys said, “Hash yer ittelat aranikh ki astolat lekh Dothraki?”Daenerys said, “Are you proving a point by speaking in Dothraki?”
Missandei couldn’t help her smile, and she tried to bury her face in Daenerys’s shoulder. She let out a sharp gasp against her and said, “Me vos movekkha, Khaleesi… mhmm… anha laz astolat zhille lekh yer zalat.”Missandei couldn’t help her smile, and she tried to bury her face in Daenerys’s shoulder. She let out a sharp gasp against her and said, “It is not intentional, Khaleesi… mhmm… I can speak in any language you wish.”
“Yer nesat fini anha zalat chara.”“You know what I want to hear.”
Missandei gasped as Daenerys’s fingers sped up. “Chara—”
Daenerys pulled back, and Missandei’s fingers dug into her back, trying to keep her close.
“Akka ajjin, ma tiri anni mra yer, yer ittelat athjilar anna.” Daenerys murmured.“Even now, with my fingers inside you, you correct me.” Daenerys murmured.
Missandei let out another gasp, and somehow a breathless chuckle managed to slip through. She whined and said, “I’m close, Dany, please.”
Daenerys leaned over her once more, and she added another finger. Missandei clutched at her as she pumped her fingers inside her. She was so wet, and she could feel it on the curve of her ass.
She couldn’t believe they were doing this here. Soon enough, they would be holding another meeting in this very room, around this very table.
She gasped, and Daenerys curled her fingers expertly, rubbing against a spot inside her that made her scream and convulse as she came around her fingers. She was sure her nails were pressing uncomfortably into the Queen of Dragons, but she couldn’t help herself.
She clenched around the three fingers inside her, which didn’t slow once, and she had to reach down shakily to push Dany’s hand away. She fought the urge to fall back against the painted table and instead slumped against Daenerys, and it wasn’t lost on her that Daenerys didn’t pull her fingers out. She kept her fingers inside her as she pulsed.
Daenerys brought her other hand around her, and she leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her neck. “There is not an instrument in all of the world that sounds as beautiful as you.”
Missandei hummed against her and said, “Perhaps we might find one in the Seven Kingdoms.”
Dany chuckled, and she curled her fingers, drawing another gasp out of her, and she said, “I wouldn’t play them as expertly as I play you though, would I?”
Missandei rolled her eyes, and she was thankful Dany couldn’t see it.
Daenerys pulled back and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I have no need for an ensemble. You shall suffice.”
Missandei pressed her lips together, and Daenerys finally pulled her fingers free. Missandei’s fingers dug in once more.
“Open.”
Missandei swallowed, and she slowly parted her lips. Daenerys didn’t bring her fingers up at once. She let her stay like that for a moment before she finally said, “Good.”
Missandei’s legs curled around her more at that, and Daenerys brought her fingers to her mouth. Missandei wrapped her lips around them and sucked, tasting herself as she ran her tongue across the bottom of her fingers. She could feel the small grooves along the pads of them, where they had begun to wrinkle from the wetness.
She stared down at her before finally pulling back, and as she opened her mouth, there was a roar that made Missandei tense. It was as if all three dragons had roared; it reverberated throughout the room.
Daenerys’s hands came around her, and she pressed a kiss to her lips. “We will continue this.”
Missandei gave a quick nod, and Daenerys stepped back. She came off the painted table, and they both dressed in haste. Missandei knew it was only a matter of time before someone would come look for them. It was a wonder in and of itself how they had managed to go undisturbed this long. When they finally managed to make themselves presentable, Daenerys reached for her again, slipping an arm around her. Missandei brought a hand to her cheek, then slipped it to her chin, tilting her head up.
Daenerys had an amused look on her face, and Missandei leaned down and kissed her. As she pulled up, Daenerys tugged on her bottom lip. Missandei tried to chase the kiss, but Daenerys was already pulling back.
She shot a smile her way before walking toward the door.
Missandei pressed the back of her hand to her lips before following after her. As they exited, she made a point to walk on Daenerys’s left and avoid the eyes of the Unsullied.