Thread: Game of Tongues! (Jack Stalker and MissMayday)

Dany knew how to kiss, that was certain, but did she know how to fuck? Or had she simply been used her whole life, never really having been fucked, never really knowing how to pleasure another? Cersei would find out one way or another, while Dany discovered that she would not be able to use her cunt to get what she wanted in this land, not when there was a Queen on its throne. She stole her breaths, feasted on her tits and tongue fucked her mouth, over and over, roaming hands feverish with desire and want slid about Dany's nubile young body, finally stripping her bodice away and exposing her tits for Cersei to feast her eyes, then mouth, on. Sitting back, still straddling her, Cersei forced a hand down her pants, feeling for Dany's slit while toying idly with her right nipple. Trapped between forefinger and thumb she twisted and toyed with it, until finally allowing it to tug free of her fingers and snap back against Dany's breast with a quivering shudder. Every moan and gasp which spilled from the younger girls lips was drunk in and relished. Dany's hands sliding up and down her thighs brought fierce kisses, appreciative moans and deeper more meaningful lashes of tongue on tongue as she sank into her and delivered a series of hard kisses to her lips, followed by more calm and in control ones as her fingers danced along the creases of Dany's cunt, splaying open her folds until Cersei's expert digits were able to slide back and forth along her wet slot. The people of Westeros. The people of the city. Whatever. smirked Cersei. No.. no... no... said Cersei then, shaking her head. She eased off and back, licking her lips. You do need a queen. Too long have you tried to be the good queen, look where it got you? Stranded in some city trying to play the role of good Samaritan with people who did not want it. You cannot change people's nature by forcing your misguided morals onto them. Only through guiding them from the sidelines, only from carefully manipulating events from my side can you achieve what you want. The best for the people. You aren't a natural born leader Dany, take it from one who can tell the difference, but that does not mean you cannot achieve your goals, it simply means you need me to help you. No more bending to the stupidity of men, the urges of men, the ego of men. Already you have lost a dragon, one of your children. Was that because of a man? Because of a mans stupidity? I bet it was. We have both suffered at the hands of men and I say never again. You need a queen to follow Dany, a proper Queen, one as devoted to her people as you are to your adopted brethren and hired mercenaries, all with their own agendas, just seeking to use you. she told her, before sucking on her lower lip, tugging it away an allowing it to slip free from her lips and teeth. The fear in Dany's eyes when Cersei produced the knife? It told her she was dealing with a fearful child, a young girl ready to be made into a woman the proper way, by being taken by a Queen, not some thug with a sword. She rode dragons but feared the blade of a woman, Cersei knew she had her in that moment, would take her and make her into her perfect Hand. But do not worry. I am going to fuck you Dany. Because I want to, because I crave your flesh, because I desire it, just as I have desired it since first laying eyes on you. Not even your display of a crazed monster in human form could force my eyes away from you.. and I noticed the same from you. Why don't you go ahead and admit it.. you want someone to show you the way, you want someone to take control, its been too long, alone, making idle and rash choices, now lowered so far as to be taking advice from half a man, some deformed dwarf of a thing. You know that he murders children, don't you? I expect he keeps that to himself. she hissed. Standing up she stepped back, turning she slid off the shoulders of her dress, allowing it to fall away to the floor, where she lifted her heeled feet free of it. Her back was a tapestry of flowers and birds, a large bloom in the middle of her shoulder blades, while a exotic bird was wrapped about her upper right arm. Other plants and flowers were scattered about the stunning vista which had been etched on her flesh, to conceal the worst of her scars and blemishes which were inflicted upon her by the sparrow. She was a walking work of art, her flesh a beautiful canvas which had been turned into a colourful display. Her body was tight now, sculpted after the incident to become harder, more toned, fitter. Her taut ass was firm and inviting, then as she turned her tits came into view, nipples as hard as slingshot bullets, her swollen areola circling the protruding nubs. She stood there with her hands on her hips, a smug grin on her face. I know what you are thinking, but it isn't going to be that way. she said simply. She stepped forwards, raising a heeled foot to place it next to Danys left hip. Reaching out she slid the fingers of her left hand behind Dany's head, forcing her to look up into her eyes. Her pussy was inches from the girls face, the swollen puffy lips of the shaven mound almost throbbing with anticipation. Her weeping slit already having decorated her inner thighs with streaks of girlish fluids. You've had something to drink. Now it's time to eat. she told her.