Daenerys Targaryen (
motheroftitles) wrote in
randomosity2015-03-18 08:58 pm
[For Hannibal] Cloak and Dagger
Daenerys Targaryen sat on the balcony of her villa, basking in the morning sun's warmth with her body bare, wrapped only in a loose white piece of fabric. Really it wasn't much of a cover, it was just a thin piece of cloth that wrapped from behind her, between her breasts and barely resting over her thighs to cover her womanhood.
She was glancing over letters and reports from Egypt. The Pharaoh - a female Pharaoh, at that - had completely submitted to Rome, thus expanding the empire's reach even further still. This wasn't good news.
Daenerys needed a weakened Rome. She needed Caesar's popularity to dwindle. Daenerys turned another page and found a letter reporting from the Germanic countries. The men conquered there had been forced to join the Roman military. Therein she found a weakness, and that made her smile.
She wanted nothing more than to overthrow Caesar and send Rome into chaos. Her family had been royalty; she wanted to reclaim that power and respect that her family had once commanded. The Targaryen name would be feared again, if Daenerys had anything to say about it.
She was glancing over letters and reports from Egypt. The Pharaoh - a female Pharaoh, at that - had completely submitted to Rome, thus expanding the empire's reach even further still. This wasn't good news.
Daenerys needed a weakened Rome. She needed Caesar's popularity to dwindle. Daenerys turned another page and found a letter reporting from the Germanic countries. The men conquered there had been forced to join the Roman military. Therein she found a weakness, and that made her smile.
She wanted nothing more than to overthrow Caesar and send Rome into chaos. Her family had been royalty; she wanted to reclaim that power and respect that her family had once commanded. The Targaryen name would be feared again, if Daenerys had anything to say about it.

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He moved his fingers more rapidly within her to put her on the brink of an orgasm. He then pulled his hand from between her legs and brought that hand to his lips. He licked his fingers off slowly as he leaned in. His lips brushed over hers before he used every ounce of restraint in his body to take a step away from her. He knew her body well now and he knew what brought her pleasure. If his plan worked, she would be so close to the brink that desire to go over into pleasure would be stronger than winning her little challenge.
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But then he stepped back.
Oh, she didn't like that, not one bit. She could faintly taste her own fluids on her lips from his kiss. Two fingers came up, brushing over her lips and into her mouth. Her tongue slid around them, wetting them. When she pulled them from her lips she licked over them to tease him further.
"Well, if you won't finish what you started...I will," with that said, Daenerys slipped her fingers inside herself, starting slow, just to keep from bringing herself pain, but picked up the pace hard and fast to bring her back on the cusp of her orgasm.
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He stepped forward and pumped his own cock firmly and quickly as he pressed himself up against her. He cupped the back of her head and pulled her close so that his lips brushed over hers. "But you won't feel satisfied until you are filled with something more substantial than your own fingers." He rumbled lowly as some liquid leaked out of his cock and was smeared over both of their stomachs.
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She reached forward, pushing his hand away from his cock so that she could take it herself. Daenerys matched his pace, pumping her hand up and down over it.
"Nor will you be fully satisfied without having something tight...wet...and hot wrapped around this thick cock of yours," she countered. "With that in mind...you know what to do, don't you?"
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"Your hand is hot, wet, and fairly tight. However, if you desire for my thick cock to fulfill your desire then why don't you place it where you desire." He rumbled lowly. He was not going to break either. He would consider this a draw regardless of her response.
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But very well - if it was a draw, it was a draw. It would be on her terms.
Daenerys leaned in and kissed him hard. "Lift me," she commanded softly. "Up onto the railing."
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He nipped up to her ear and rumbled in his own commanding voice. "Place me where you desire me most my tempest." He rumbled lowly into her ear.
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"Cry out with me," Daenerys moaned into his ear. She didn't want to be the only one Rome heard.
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