Thread: Valar Morghulis...Valar Dohaeris: A Parody (Malfrost & darkangel76)

Dany's spine had gone rigid when she watched Ser Jorah enter the space of the room. She had half hoped the man would keep his distance, though she was hardly blind. Since his return, he'd done his best to return back into her good graces and once the strange star had appeared and Grey Worm's death had fallen upon them all...he'd started to spend what hours he could with her handmaiden. Missandei was a kind soulcaring and far more forgiving than she. But the Astapor beauty had lived most of her life in bondage, a slave to the masters. Jorah, as much as she did not trust him, would never put her friend and confidante in chains again. Missandei filled the void that she'd left behind the moment she'd banished him, made it clear that she held nothing but disgust and contempt at his very presence. It was natural for him to turn to her handmaiden, just as it was natural for her handmaiden to turn to him. She'd lost someone too and now things were worse. Dany let her hand rest on the door just as she was about to exit the room. Missandei had already started up the dimly lit corridor. I shall fetch Lord Tyrion and Lord Varys, she said softly. Her dark eyes flitted over to Jorah, her thoughts dwelling on the tender moments they'd shared before finding Daenerys. Thank you, Dany said plainly, her head turning to Ser Jorah. Her muscles were still tense and she desperately wished things had been different. I am fine, though you needn't concern yourself, she stated, her eyes not quite finding Jorah's. She looked over at Daario who looked more than worn, a thin sheen of sweat glistening above his brow. He seemed tired, almost agitated. Please go with Missandei. Find Tyrion and Varys. We will meet shortly. Something needs to be done to stop this spread of death. The star seemed to pulse as it shone down from the inky black sky. Dany could see its bright light from where she stood. She looked at Daario and smiled weakly. Taking a few short steps toward her lover, she reached out and placed a gentle hand upon his cheek. His skin was hot to the touch, her heart hammering hard as fear coursed through her veins. He was ill. His life was in danger just like the Unsullied. Dany closed her eyes and let her hand rest upon Daario's cheek. She then leaned forward and rested her pale head against his chest, tears forming in her violet eyes. If only I could, she said, her voice a whisper. But all of Meereen is suffering and I am their Queen. I... her voice trailed and she pushed away so that she could look up into Daario's eyes. The life of a Queen is not her own. Her words were laced with sadness, but she knew that they were the truth. More than anything, she longed to spend time with Daario, to bring him comfort, peace. But more was at stake. Yes, the Sons of the Harpy were no longer a threat...something else was plaguing the lands. If only she knew how to fight death. Come with me, Dany pleaded, her hand finding Daario's, fingers entwining with his. We will be stronger fighting this together. She tried to smile, but it was forced. She could only hope that they'd find a way to stop this plague. Something...anything. Mmm... Margaery moaned, her body moving up and down as Tommen suddenly started to respond. She felt his muscles begin to spasm, a sign that perhaps the worst was over. Maybe his fever had broken! She could only hope and she prayed to the seven gods that it had, that somehow she stirred something deep enough inside him that he was finally coming around. Margaery felt Tommen's hands grab at her waist, his grip rougher than usual. She decided it must be part of the delirium. He'd just been ill with fever. It had been weeks since they'd been truly intimate. He was virile and always aching for her and now...finally! Together at last! Thwack! Nnngg! Margaery groaned when Tommen's hand firmly came down upon her ass, the flesh of her ass cheek jiggling from the impact. She threw her head back, her eyes fluttering shut as he pulled her down harder, faster, the wet sounds of bodies bumping as the bedposts crashed against the stone wall. Tommen...Tommen... she panted. This was so unlike him, but she could get used to it. Typically, he was so unsure of himself, his body reacting faster than he wanted. But this? Margaery felt Tommen's nails digging at her skin, clawing almost scratching. Uhh...more...Tommen... Her body was on fire! Wet sounds emanating each time Tommen pounded against her hot and needy body. She was desperate the harder he took her, her clit in utter agony as it pulsed between her legs. If this was what a fever did to him, then she was glad of it! Harder and harder he went, his body bruising hers. It was as if something primal had suddenly been unleashedprimal and buried for far too long. Fuck me, Tommen! she cried. Tommen didn't disappoint as he continued to ram himself deep inside, Margaery nearly to the point of tears with every thrust he made. Her hands held onto him, trying to balance, her breasts jiggling as she gyrated her hips, trying to meet his thrusts. Never had she ever expected this from Tommen! Sweet and gentle Tommen! Please, Tommen! Margaery begged, her body on fire, in need of release. By the seven gods, please! tears streamed down her cheeks as her body quivered, her cunt seething around his hard cock as he shoved himself deeper still. A strange flutter moved over Sansa's heart when Lord BaelishPeytrpressed his lips against her forehead. She sucked in a sharp breath, soft and sweet, her eyes closing as she listened to his words. It was difficult to stay mad at a man who managed to always make sense in the end. Even still, she hated being so alone, so isolated. At every turn, she was forced to do someone else's bidding and always at the expense of her own happiness. She wondered if she'd ever know what it was like to be truly happy again. What are you not telling me, Lord Baelish? Sansa asked, her eyes peering straight into Baelish's. She could still feel the heat of his kiss lingering against her skin. Just what sort of danger are we in? One thing she knew very well. This man was a survivor. He'd do anything to ensure his own safety...but why hers? Did he truly care? Sometimes she thought so and sometimes she wished it. But she knew the man's heart was as impenetrable as stone. It was like the wall her brother Jon guarded in the northno one could ever get through that. Is all of this hiding truly going to save anyone in the end?