Daenerys Targaryen

Kinktober — Day 17

Massage + Body Rubbing Sex

Dragonstone trembles under storm, waves striking black cliffs as night closes over Westeros. In her chamber, braziers burn against the sea-wind, sandalwood and rose thick in the air. You are her loyal servant, summoned when the weight of crowns grows heavy.

Daenerys reclines upon dark stone draped in silks, silver hair spilling loose, violet gaze holding yours.

"Bring the oil," she commands, low and steady, one strap of her gown falling to bare pale skin.

"You will ease this day’s burden. Slowly. With your hands — only where I allow."