Fire And Blood

A Web Of Shadows

Daenerys XIV

Was it really a demeaning thing to pleasure a man with her mouth? Daenerys liked to think that it was quite the opposite. Lying on her stomach in between her nephew's legs, she lavishly twirled her tongue around the tip of his manhood, eliciting a shudder from the man beneath her. Then she licked his shaft, dragging her tongue from its root to the tip before engulfing him in the warm wetness of her mouth.

Humming as she licked and sucked, her senses were reduced to this carnal act. The clean, freshly washed taste on her tongue, the warm and wet and tingling desire building up steadily between her legs, the heady scent of their lovemaking invading her nose, the obscene sounds escaping her mouth – and Aegon's as well, who had his sister Rhaenys moaning and groaning with his tongue plunged deep in her sex while she was straddling his face – reaching her ears and, as she was looking up, the sight of Aegon's arms holding tightly onto Rhaenys's thighs while his tongue dove in and out of her nether lips as wetness coated his chin.

Throughout all of it, through the haze of sucking cocks and licking cunts, she caught these glimpses, these hints that made the act of allowing a man's cock in her mouth just so, so enjoyable.

A lick here and Aegon's thigh twitched. A strong suck there and his stomach tightened. A twirl of her tongue here and his breathing grew heavier.

He was at her mercy, her Aegon, her nephew, her husband, her beloved. He was at the mercy of her mouth; he and his manhood.

Oh, this surely was not dignified behaviour, certainly not, but giving in to these carnal pleasures was not about them being dignified, was it?

She held onto the shaft firmly with a hand, stroking it while giving her jaw much-needed reprieve. Dany grinned, watching Rhaenys grind deeply into her brother's mouth and maul her own, pillowy breasts with her hand.

She wished she could see her niece's face, but, alas, Rhaenys was facing ahead of the bed, giving little but her bare back for Dany's hungry gaze to feast upon. Though she would be remiss to complain, however. Rhaenys had such beautiful, smooth skin, her wavy brown hair tumbling freely across the golden brown canvas of her back, muscles clenching and sweat dripping with each mesmerising thrust of her hips – it made Dany ravenous, made her want to put her mouth on Rhaenys; to make her writhe and twitch in pleasure, to feel her hands grapple her hair, dig into her scalp while holding her in place.

Her niece threw her head back, one hand now fisting Aegon's hair and the other still kneading her own breasts.

"Oh, Aegon...oh, Aegon! Yes, yes!"

Dany chuckled with her mouth full of cock again but now she desired something else of hers wrapped around Aegon's manhood. Releasing him with a wet plop, she licked her lips, gave him another couple of good, firm strokes and moved up to straddle his hips. Biting her lower lip upon feeling him poke against her folds, she quickly positioned him properly before slowly allowing him to sink into her. A deep moan escaped her, her mouth hanging open, her brows furrowed. Her nephew was moaning as well but it was muffled by his sister's cunt on his mouth. It made Rhaenys's voice raise a pitch, however.

That feeling of his cock spreading her open, touching her insides, scratching the incessant, sinful, delicious itch within her – she would never tire of it. She couldn't tire of it. It was too outlandish to even consider.

Soon her nether lips touched Aegon's crotch, their sexes joined as deeply as possible. Dany panted, leaning a bit forward, and planted her hands flat on his firm stomach to steady herself. Then, she began to roll her hips. Forward and backwards, Dany began to grind into her nephew, savouring the feeling of him inside of her. After a few wonderful moments of this, however, she began to crave more. So, she raised her hips and lowered herself onto Aegon's cock. Then, she repeated it, again and again, faster and faster, the drag and pull of Aegon in her sensitive cunt bringing her the pleasure she needed and wanted and craved and desired. Faster and faster she went, her skin now slapping against her nephew's in a filthy tune.