Author's Note: Hey guys. Another chapter for you all to enjoy. Not going to take up much of your time and will instead simply wish you Merry Christmas and invite you to join Daenerys Targaryen in attempt to mend some of the fragile relationships with her northern brethren. Particularly, a delightful redhead of ours.

Chapter 5: Reconciling The Past

Winding her way through the castle, she was starkly reminded of the tension lingering in the old stone walls. Walking right out of the steamy embraces of a lover into the cold reminder of the war to come was startling to say the least. However, those that she asked made it clear that no warning sounds had been heard and that the dead were still not expected for hours. At least, that was what was suspected. One could only draw so many conclusions regarding an army of dead men. Regardless, she took it as gospel and continued on, making her through to the vast and resplendent library of the castle. As she entered, she filtered her way amongst the bookshelves, stopping when she rested her eyes on what she was searching for. A quick gesture and glance to her guards and she was given the room and the security of her men watching over it for intruders. Making her way out from the bookshelf, she walked to the small open space at the centre of the room and greeted the only other person, "Some late-night reading, Lady Stark?"

"Yes… I needed to distract myself. I assume you had the same idea?" Sansa replied, not even looking up from the book she was reading, her steely gaze remaining fixed on the sprawling words, ignoring the blonde as she slowly sauntered towards the table. She didn't even have to look to know who it was. The voice was as clear as day, her intonation frustrating Sansa immediately.

"To some extent, yes… The endless waiting is rather unbearable," Dany smiled softly, pulling out a chair opposite from the redhead. Parting her lips to continue speaking, Daenerys was immediately interrupted by Sansa, who effortlessly commanded the conversation without even looking at her.

"Yet… Since your arrival at Winterfell, I have yet to see you actually reading a book. So, unless you keep such a past-time to yourself and sequester it amongst immense privacy, I'd assume you're actually here to see me. Why?" Sansa spoke, only closing the book on her last word, staring at the blonde who was immediately taken aback by the pointedness of Sansa's tone. Though, it was ultimately to be expected given the terse reality of their rocky relationship and the several times they had batted heads.

"Straight to point, Lady Stark… Yes, I've come to see you. It's my understanding that we didn't get off on the right foot," Daenerys spoke, choosing her words very carefully. Her ultimate goal was clear to her and her alone, and thus her words were all the more important. Any misplaced words meant that the line seduction would be crippled and unsalvageable.

"Whatever gave you that impression…" Sansa scoffed, sliding out of her chair and grabbing her book. Turning towards a nearby shelf, she slipped it back into its place, turning to leave Daenerys to the quiet darkness of the library.

"I get it. You don't like me. And I don't like you. But unfortunately, we are the heads two great houses and such trivial disputes as disliking one another can't get in the way of…" Daenerys began, evidently touching a nerve and prompting Sansa to turn sharply around and look directly at the smug smile of the Queen.

"I don't think you're deluded ideas of ruling over the North can be expressed as trivial disputes. And if you've come to debate this yet again, then I would kindly ask you to leave me be," Sansa retorted, the bitterness in her words being palpably apparent. Concerned that she had taken the wrong angle, Daenerys immediately back-peddled, hoping to recover what very well be unrecoverable.

"I'm not here to debate. This is the last night of our lives. Well, it might be. It's beginning to look that way. And in a strange sense, I'd rather die knowing that the Jon's sister didn't abhor the very sight of me," Daenerys smiled softly, rising to her feet as Sansa returned to her chair, affording the woman a little more of her time.

"I'm afraid you've left it a little late…" Sansa responded, not in the mood to entertain the Queen's pathetic attempts at bringing the two of them closer amidst a false air of friendship. The Dragon-Queen was paper thin in her vague attempts to bridge the gap, with Sansa finding it to be unbelievably transparent.

"Perhaps… There's a way for you to look at me in a more favourable light…" Daenerys suggested, making her way around the table, lingering in Sansa's peripheral vision, a salaciously suggestive smile stretched across her lips. Ignoring the blonde's movements, Sansa kept her eyes straight ahead, not even wanting to entertain the woman and her misguided plans for them to become the best of friends.

"I couldn't possibly imagine…" Sansa scoffed, not even bothering to give Dany anything more than a quick glance. Fortunately for Daenerys that was all the blonde needed. She positioned herself in front of Sansa, her hand unfastening the belt that was strapped around her waist. Hiking her white furs upwards, she parted them just enough to give Sansa a flash of her slick little pussy, her folds peeling apart in front of her, the delicious and sumptuous sight immediately bringing a warmth to the redhead's cheeks. Breathlessly, she stared rather foolishly at the flashing Queen, only snapping out of the haze a few moments later and looking up into her eyes with a stern and unflinching stare "You must be joking?"

"Come on Sansa… This petty feud between us just that. Petty. If this is the last night of our lives, then perhaps we ought to spend it on a degree of common ground?" Daenerys purred, sliding down into the nearby seat, the position allowing her clothing to peel further apart. Spreading her legs, she was bold enough to drop a hand down to her slickness, peeling aside her folds to give Sansa a deeper and closer look at her intimate areas, all the while holding the same salacious drawl within her voice.

"You want me to whore myself out to you? You might be a pretty face, but I'm not as base as to fall for it," Sansa snapped bitterly, her words sharp, yet her actions betraying just how much of her façade had been cracked through by a mere flash of Daenerys and her soft skin.

"Fine, then we put it this way. We put aside our differences for one night. Afterwards, we can go back to despising one another in equal measure," Daenerys smiled, dropping her clothing and immediately noticing the wave of relief that washed over Sansa. The fact that she could no longer be corrupted by the sight of her near naked body was something that Sansa needed, yet was also a weakness that the blonde could easily manipulate.

"Again, why would I do such a thing and why would I wish to do so with you?" Sansa retorted, finally rising to her feet and moving to leave. She didn't get far before the coquettish smile curled across Daenerys lips and the woman spoke once more, her words just as strange as they were intriguing.

"Aren't you curious as to how it feels?" Daenerys asked, taking from Arya some ideas about how best to allure someone. The blonde knew full well that Sansa was not a virgin. She had made her suffering at the hands of Ramsay and those who came before him explicit and known, to the extent that Dany knew the intricacies of her past within days of arriving at Winterfell, after sharing nothing more than a few passing remarks with the woman. Such was the way she wielding her past. It was somewhat remarkable and something that Dany admired in her if anything.

"How what feels?" Sansa asked, stopping in place, but not going so far as to give Dany the respect of turning to face her. Partly because she was offended by the insinuation and partly because it she couldn't know what state of undress the Queen was in and knowing how she reacted to a flash of her quim, there was no telling how easily swayed she would have been by whatever she saw.

"To lay with someone you want to lay with and not some uncivilised brute wanting to use you simply as a collection of holes?" Dany asked, her words meaningful given the unique bond they shared from their pasts. However, the softness in her voice didn't exactly have the desired effect and Sansa swiftly turned, fury and fire in her voice, and sincerity burning behind her eyes.

"First, how did you come under the delusion that I wanted to lay with you? And two, why on earth would think that the right way to seduce me is to bring up my past experiences?" Sansa spat, her words like venom. Surprised by the outburst, Dany quickly quelled her instinct to rally back at her and instead tried to think what sort of honeyed words would work on herself.

"You didn't answer my question?" Dany said bravely, not entirely sure if they would work, but confident that she couldn't do nearly as much damage as she had already done. To her surprise, those words did in fact soften Sansa's demeanour, taking the redhead by surprise.
"What? Of course, I do… But…" Sansa breathed, pulling back slightly, a little ashamed of how easily she was provoked to fury over a rather innocuous comment. Regardless, she lingered in place, her cheeks flush, both from her bout of anger and embarrassment.

"But what? You couldn't possibly do that with me? You said it yourself, I'm a pretty face. Most people aren't so fussed as to even demand that of their partners," Daenerys commented, closing the distance between them and taking one of Sansa's hands in her own. Pulling immediately away, Sansa stopped herself from clasping her hands behind her back, instead allowing Daenerys to be so bold as to clasp the other one. Looking into the blonde's eyes, she saw the purpose in them. The intent. It was well-meant. Not some spite driven attempt to humiliate or trick her. Sansa knew how to read people, and this was the first sincere expression she had seen come from the Queen upon her arrival.

"And if we do this, what then?" Sansa asked, not agreeing, yet not tabling the idea entirely. Not wanting to immediately succumb to the suggestion, yet steadily warming to it. Daenerys could see the look in her eye and knew that Sansa had taken the bait. Abandoning her careful words, she allowed a more animalistic tone to claim her speech, her wilder and more passionate side taking over as she spoke from the heart. Or rather, spoke with words born from desire and lust.

"We spend some time fucking one another, orgasm a couple times, go our separate ways, perhaps die in the battle, or if the gods are willing, see it through the end and pretend nothing that happened this evening happened," Daenerys explained, on the verge of letting a lustful moan escape her lips as she closed the distance entirely between them, their bodies pressed together. Instinctually pulling backwards, Sansa relented in her retreat as Dany continued, her smile more hungry than anything, "To put it simply, we fuck each other because you think I'm pretty and I think you're pretty. No other opinions or thoughts have to come into it. It can be as simple and base as that."

"I'm not going to bend the knee if that's what you want," Sansa replied, pulling back slightly, but not letting her hands escape from Daenerys. Instead, she clasped them tighter herself, revealing her stance on the whole idea, yet tentative to embrace pure intimacy. As she would with anyone in the world.

"Gods… Twice from two pairs of lips… In one evening no less…" Daenerys sighed, remembering how those words sounded when muttered in Arya's salacious tone. Noting the confusion in Sansa's look, Dany snapped out of it and instead smiled, "I don't expect you to…"

"Fine. Shall we go somewhere warmer? I have the fires in my rooms being stoked…" Sansa agreed, dropping her hands from Daenerys and taking a step backwards. Agreeing to the proposition, Sansa still wanted to retain a modicum of dignity and authority in the situation. She wasn't simply going to run giddy into the night with her. It was a simple exchange of pleasure. Pleasure didn't require intimacy and passion and love. If that was truly what Daenerys wanted, then surely, she would understand. That or Sansa was simply erecting another barrier where the previous one once stood. Succumbing to her advances, whilst giving Daenerys another hurdle to cross.

"No, mine are closer. I should think they will suffice," Daenerys suggested, knowing full well that either of their quarters would do. Her reasons, unknown as they were to Sansa, were very clear to her. With Sansa having agreed, Dany had little concern about the logistics of it all, simply wanting Sansa and her, naked together. Usually, the feeling of skin on skin and the hot embrace of another's body was enough to soften the hesitancy in anyone and melt them into the mould of pleasure-hungry animals. Hoping that the reserve in Sansa's demeanour would melt to a few well-placed kisses, Dany let her hands hang by her side.

"Very well… I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, but… but lead the way…" Sansa sighed, gesturing for the blonde to take the lead. A lingering politeness, yet Sansa truly didn't care for formalities in this instance. Frankly, she was partly hoping the battle would suddenly begin, making this all a fruitless endeavour.

"So, you can ogle me as I walk away?" Daenerys said with a playful wink, biting her lip as she swayed ahead of Sansa. That line would have cracked a smile on Arya's lips and offered up an equally suggestive and salacious response, yet Sansa was quite unwilling to stoop to the level of flirtatious chit-chat.

"Just walk…" She almost ordered, causing Daenerys to relent and silently lead the way into the corridor. The guards posted outside filed alongside them both, following them towards Daenerys' private quarters. As she pushed the door open and held it place for Sansa, she spotted the redhead muttering orders to her men, orders they nodded to and then retreated into the castle presumably to follow, allowing Sansa to entered the chamber alone and under the sole guard of Dany's Unsullied. Letting the door close behind them, Dany couldn't resist giving Sansa's ass a good look, with her tight furs fitted to her plump rear end rather delightfully, "So… one night of love-making. With no strings attached, or emotional connection."

"You can show a little emotion Lady Stark. It isn't so much a prison sentence as an opportunity," Daenerys chuckled, striding past the redhead and stocking the fire with several heavy logs, watching the flames roar into action as the two of them stood recuperating the warmth that had been lost in the transition.

"I understand very well what it is. A lecherous foreigner trying to cop a…" Sansa murmured beneath her breath, taking out the disbelief in her own actions on Daenerys. Fortunately, the blonde simply smirked at it, turning face her with an eyebrow raised.

"You really don't have to insult your partner when making love to them…" she playfully reprimanded, watching as Sansa cringed at the notion, they were going to be making love. As if it was a foul thing to even suggest that they would be doing that.

"Can you not call it… making love," making her disdain explicit. Love and sex had always been something of discomfort and hesitancy for Sansa. For all her experiences had brought the concepts into the realms of utter disgust, despite the perceived bliss they ought to instil.

"Your words, Lady Stark. I'm happy to call it a night of wild animalistic fucking if that works for you," Daenerys purred, turning towards Sansa and stepping closer, her eyes staring meaningfully into Sansa's, the redhead turning and breathing slowly.

"Well… What are you waiting for?" Sansa asked, not entirely thinking through what she was saying. In her mind, the two of them would have arrived in the room and suddenly would have been naked and actually having sex. The steps that presented themselves in between were the part that slowly chipped away at Sansa's silent enthusiasm for the situation.

"What are you waiting for? Unless… Unless you want me to take control?" Daenerys smiled, raising an eyebrow as she reached a hand up and effortlessly unclasped the woman's cloak. As it fell to the ground, the blonde curled a hand down to the strings that held the girl's dress in place, only to have a hand clasp over it and pull it slowly away, the redhead's heart racing at that simple touch.

"No. No that… that won't be necessary. Strip naked…" Sansa ordered, receiving a burst of laughter and scoffing from Daenerys as she took a step back. The idea of simply stripping her clothing way brazenly and within ceremony was utterly ludicrous. The slow incremental revealing of flesh was the most sensual and delicious part of fucking. Simply going from dressed to naked was a waste of opportunity.

"Strip naked? You're not going to sensually peel away my clothes amidst an intimate embrace of kisses and fondling?" Daenerys purred, swaying closer to Sansa, biting her lip as she reached her hands towards Sansa's hips, the intimate dance of her fingers enkindling a brief moment of desire between the two of them, only to have it immediately snuffed as Sansa brushed her hands aside.

"We're having a night of wild animalistic fucking… I don't think animals have intimate embraces, kisses or fondling. Now, either take your clothes of or I'll go spend my evening alone," Sansa reiterated, making her orders entirely clear. Stepping back, Daenerys conceded. She may have seduced Sansa into her bed, but that didn't mean that she was completely enthralled in the realms of sexual promiscuity. There as work to be done to trick Sansa's brain into embracing her perceived nightmarish horror of making sweet, sweet love to her.

"Fine. Fine… Fine…" Daenerys smirked, lifting her hands up to her dress and beginning to slowly pluck lose the strings and leather fastenings that held it in place. As she began to tricky task of peeling away her heavy furs, she noted Sansa standing there, watching her intently, yet not moving to strip down herself. Slowly, Daenerys began to move her body back and forth, lightly swaying her hips as she teased Sansa with flashes of her skin, hiking her dress upwards to show more of her thighs, all the while appearing as if she was simply stripping. The effect was immediate, with Sansa averting her eyes from the movement and instead watching the dancing flickers of the fire.

"Do… Do you have to do that… that swaying?" Sansa stammered, her cheeks lightly flushing from the embarrassed arousal. Slowly, Dany increased her movement, rocking her hips with open intent, finally unclasping the last fastening on her dress. Instead of simply pulling it off, she kept it pulled over her body, only ever giving Sansa brief flashes of her delicious naked body.

"Why? Is it turning you on? That's the aim…" Daenerys moaned, turning around so that Sansa could catch a glimpse of her swaying arse. Smiling lecherously, Dany slowly peeled the garment over her shoulders, letting it slowly drop down the back of her body, revealing more and more of her creamy flesh. As she exposed her body to the cold chill of the air, goosebumps erupted over her body, the contrasting heat igniting the sumptuous pleasure centres across her body. Finally, she peeled the garment over her fat, rounded ass, letting it drop to the floor, her entire naked body freed from its confines.

"It's distracting if anything," Sansa sneered, only ever affording her naked body a couple of curious glances, the girl wanting nothing more than to bask in the delectable nudity that she was offering yet being unable to allow herself the enjoyment of simply succumbing. As Dany turned around, the pretence dropped as she sank her shoulders, no longer endeavouring to appeal to Sansa's innate sexual desire with flirtatious dancing.

"Distracting you from what? From fucking me? You don't seem to be doing anything remotely close to that. All that's happening here is that I'm doing my best to get you going. Standing here in the cold. Shaking my ass like a common whore trying to get some noble prick to pass a glance. Only no one appears to be paying me any attention at…" Dany sighed, about to simply grab her clothes and dress herself, when Sansa, frustrated with the woman and herself grabbed Daenerys by the arm and dragged her over to the wall. Suddenly, and without warning, Dany felt herself pressed up against the cold stone, her breasts spilling across the brick-work as her arm was twisted behind her back. Feeling Sansa's clothed body pressed behind her, Dany couldn't help but grunt a sexual groan as she experienced the first sexual thing that Sansa had done since they had begun talking. It seemed that the redhead had finally snapped, her breathing hot and heavy as her crotch ground into Dany's ass.

"Is this enough attention for you? Want to be fucked like an animal? Fine… I'll fuck you like an animal," Sansa growled, pushing her hips forwards against the woman's round cheeks, keeping her pinned in place as she mauled Dany's gorgeous features. Using one hand to keep the blonde in place, Sansa used her teeth to pluck the glove from her other hand. Unceremoniously, Sansa dropped the hand to Dany's ass cheeks, squeezing and pulling them until they turned a deep red, bouncing and shaking back into place. It was somewhat painful to feel her ass cheeks stretched and lightly spanked in such a manner but given the cold statue that she was attempting to get to fuck her moments ago, this was a pleasant alternative. Without any warning, Sansa's hands dropped further down, grazing against Dany's asshole and eliciting a groan as they did so. Continuing down, Sansa found the woman's cleft, her folds emanating heat. There was something about their overbearing warmth that made Sansa want to bury herself betwixt them. Perhaps it was due to the cold sweeping throughout the castle. To find such a delectable haven of warmth was something that gave her immense pleasure, and whilst she certainly wouldn't subject herself to being smothered by the blonde bitch's folds, the possibility still remained; as tempting as it was glistening. Instead, Sansa simply let her hand warm itself in the emanating heat, preparing to plunge amidst those delicate folds to give the whore queen what she truly desired. Looking into Dany's eyes, she saw the satisfaction that she was getting from the position; from being thrust up against a wall, held firmly in place like a slut. It was satisfying to know that the thoughts she thought regarding the Queen's true place in the world held true. Whore to horse-lords, slavers and now a Lady of Winterfell. The gratification was immense. Knowing that the blonde was eagerly anticipating the first push of her fingers through her folds, she held off for as long as possible, fighting against her own desire to see the woman moan and beg like a street-whore, desperate to have a cock plunged between her folds, just so that she could feel some modicum of self-worth in its long and veiny shaft.

Finally, Sansa pushed forwards, carving her fingers through the blonde's slit and eliciting a deep moan of pleasure from her as she was finally given what she had been waiting for. Sliding two digits along her womanhood, Sansa found her entrance with ease and immediately pushed two fingers inside of her clutching depths, burying them right up to the knuckle. Clinging to the wall in front of her, Dany felt her mouth part In an expression of deep pleasure, yet no sound found its way from her lips. A smile cracked across them as she felt herself get filled with Sansa's fingers. It may have been rough and unbefitting of her status as Queen, but it didn't change the fact that it was immensely pleasurable to have a wave of warm scintillating pleasure rushing through her body. The chill of the cold air in the room heightened any pleasure, giving her body a numb and sensitive feeling. Not to mention, her hardened nipples were being pushed firmly into the rough stone walls of the room, with every adjustment in position and pressure from Sansa resulting in them being shifted back and forth, grinding and sliding across the rough surface. Moaning softly, Dany pushed her ass back into Sansa's fingers, wanting them deeper and unwittingly sandwiching the redhead's hand between her arse and Sansa's crotch. The angle of the position pressed Sansa's hand against the thigh, prompting her to push her hips forwards, almost as if she was fucking the blonde. With her hand in position and her hips applying the pressure against Dany's ass, her fingers acted as a cock, driving into the Queen's pussy from Sansa's body. Whilst not as pleasurable nor as utterly delicious as a cock, the intense satisfaction of the erotic circumstances made up for any loss in intensity, allowing Sansa to plumb Daenerys' pussy with her fingers. Bereft of any pleasure herself, Sansa took what comfort she could in defiling the blonde Queen, pumping her fingers back and forth, confident that when it came time for Daenerys to reciprocate on pleasure, Sansa wouldn't compromise in authority.

With her fingers in place, she began to push and pull them, curling them in and out of the blonde's pussy, using her hips to drive them deeper inside, forcing more soundless moans from between her lips. The wet sounds of her fingers pushing through her dripping wet folds became music to Sansa's ears, all being paired with the smacking of her hips against Dany's rounded arse. Now that she was naked and stripped bare, Sansa could see the curves that her brother had fallen in love with and understood the tight cunt that managed to win him over. Such base desires wouldn't cause Sansa to compromise. Not as easily, at least. Finger-fucking Dany drove Sansa's own body desiring more pleasure herself. She felt her folds beginning to wetten, alongside her nipples hardening against the fabric that constrained them. The thick nature of her furs made it impossible to tell, yet she could feel them catching on the garment whenever she moved, affording her what little pleasure she could as she fucked the blonde from behind, pushing her fingers inside with increased power, the resonant slapping sounds spurring her further and further, wanting to see just how hard and fast the blonde wanted it. She did, after all, express that she wanted to be fucked like an animal. Slamming her fingers in and out of her pussy with increased speed, Sansa stopped thrusting forwards with her hips, instead wildly working her digits back and forth, watching Dany's lips contort as she tried to hide the immense intensity of the pleasure. Her pussy burned with desire and dripped with the evidence to prove it. Her creamy, slickened thighs were growing slicker by the second, with Sansa's fingers being drenched in the reward of her handiwork. After a quick burst of intensity, Sansa slipped back into her previous rhythm, thrusting her hips back and forth in tandem with her fingers, allowing Dany a momentary reprieve from the overbearing intensity, giving Sansa a chance to relish in the meek sounds of pleasure that were quivering from Daenerys' shaking lips.

Sansa's experience with women was limited to nothing. She knew only the rigid impact of cock when it came to sex, and so, whilst she appeared with confidence and purpose, she was simply mimicking what she did In the lonely confines of her own room; fingering herself. The change of position and addition of a partner didn't change what she was doing or the intricacies of the female anatomy. And so, it took her a matter of minutes to loosen Dany's cunt to the extent that it was ready for another addition. A third finger slipped into place, plunging in alongside the other two when Sansa pulled her hips backwards. Gasping at being stretched a little more, Dany grinned madly with lust. It wasn't what she had expected from the young girl, but she was thrilled the redhead was doing more than glaring at her. Resuming the rhythmic exploration of Daenerys' pussy, Sansa began to rock those three fingers back and forth, lightly fucking, her building her speed and pace once more. Confident that Dany was warmed up even further, she launched a swift burst of pushes with her fingers, hammering them in and out of her pussy, letting the slapping sounds of her hand against her folds fill the room, the impact causing her ass cheeks to bounce and jiggle. With her legs growing weaker beneath her, Daenerys clung to the wall, desperate for any support as Sansa pushed all the right buttons, twisting her fingers deeper, occasionally grazing against her g-spot, yet never prioritising the sweet area of pleasure, making the sudden bursts whenever she touched It all the more heavenly. The sounds that escaped Dany's lips were unbelievable, driven by pure lust and sexual desire. Squeals, grunts and moans, all of them orchestrated into a delightful ballad of pleasurable expression, acting as the sole reward for Sansa's diligent finger-fucking. At least, for now. Not relenting in her increase in speed and power, Sansa kept the pressure up, causing a squeal from Dany's lips to last half a minute as the pleasure intensified, twisting and writhing into the promise of a culminating orgasm.

An orgasm definitely came, yet not how either of them expected. The wildness of Sansa's fingering and the speed at which her fingers slipped in and out, ultimately caused them to leave Dany's pussy entirely. With a wayward thrust forwards, Sansa's three slickened fingers found themselves lodged inside Dany once more, yet in a tighter and more pleasurable hole. Slipping inside of the blonde's asshole, Sansa buried the fingers deep yet again, not realising her folly until the squeals coming from Dany's lips ceased entirely. Confused, Sansa looked down as saw her hand buried between her cheeks, her fingers thrust deep into her tighter hole. Expecting a scream of agonised pain from the blonde, Sansa was surprised as the expression of shock on Dany's face melted into a grin, her moans resuming as Daenerys revealed which of her holes was the most intense on pleasure. Breathing deeply, Sansa didn't dare rob her of the pleasure and instead began to plunge her fingers back and forth, taking long, deep and languid thrusts, making sure to graze every inch of her hole as she fucked her. Who would have thought the heir to the Iron Throne would be such an unbelievably butt-slut. More and more, Sansa's opinion of Dany as a foreign whore was becoming more reasonable. And whilst she would have considered it a degrading perversion only hours before, she now found the blonde's anal desires to be nothings short of immensely arousing.

The switch from pussy to ass had halted Dany's orgasm for a mere moment. Given a few more seconds In her pussy, the fingers would have brought forth an amazingly intense orgasm, yet the sudden surprise that came from her ass being plundered gave her more time to savour the pleasure. Yet, that buffer had quickly melted away, with the familiar pleasure of an orgasm beginning to twist into action. Luckily, Sansa wasn't maintaining the swift power that she had fucked her pussy with, allowing Dany's orgasm to rise with as a slow crescendo, bursting into action as soon as it hit its peak. Her lips stretched into a smile as it hit, her body tightening and seizing in every way. Her ass clenched down on Sansa's fingers, pinning them tightly in place and holding them deep within her, offering her the pleasurable satisfaction of being filled. Her body surged with pleasure, the sheer intensity of the whole affair bringing about intense moans of pleasure, all of which erupted from her expressive lips. Watching the blonde cumming was nothing but satisfying for Sansa. Whilst fucking the Queen like an animal brought about a sense of gratification, that simply wasn't enough. Sansa needed pleasure and lots of it. Her pussy burned and throbbed and begged, the woman growing constricted by the clothing that she wore. As Dany's orgasm subsided, the woman's legs weakening beneath her, Sansa plucked her fingers from her arse and grabbed her by the shoulders, Pushing her backwards onto the bed to recuperate, Sansa began to unceremoniously strip away her own clothing, hurriedly tossing to one side her cloak and glove. Unplucking the strings of her dress, she loosened them immediately, the garment falling away from her effortlessly, leaving her in her sheer white underclothes. Ogling the redhead as she undressed, Daenerys watched her skin slowly becoming unveiled, enthralled in the most unerotic display of nudity. Her body was sexual and a joy to watch, yet the manner in which she unveiled it was simple and succinct. Hardly the elegant undressing of someone hoping to seduce. Which was befitting Sansa, as she had not intention of seducing anyone as she dropped the small-clothes and stood naked in the cold air of the room, her northern body able to withstand the chill somewhat.

Hoping to drink in the glorious sight of the naked woman, Dany was robbed of such a chance as Sansa advanced on her with erotic intent, her movements swift and intent, lacking in the romantic advances of an eager love-making partner. Clambering onto the bed, she swiftly lifted a leg over Dany's face and sank her hips downwards, pressing her pussy snugly against the blonde's face, her thighs either side of her head and the blonde's soft features buried amidst the slickness of her arousal drenched folds. Dany felt as though she should have expected and whilst she initially tried to free herself from the embrace, she found herself somewhat eager and willing to relent on that front and allow herself to be trapped beneath the buxom form of the redhead's body. Whilst she had been unable to admire the redhead's naked body in full, she did have a delightfully revealing angle of her nudity from between the woman's thighs. The most striking feature was indeed the girl's pussy; not only because Dany was buried between her folds at that very moment, but because of the wild nest of hair the burned like a roaring fire atop it. Her nose was forced into the bristling nest and it stood in stark contrast to the creaminess of her skin. Evidently, the burdens of leadership had taken their toll on her personal grooming, or perhaps her lack of partner meant she simply didn't care for trimming that which crowned her cunt. Either that, or she gained sexual satisfaction from losing her partner amidst a wild forest of hair. Her stomach was flat, but not toned as her sister's was. Her breasts however, were delectably meaty handfuls, round and soft, with pink puffy nipples hardened at their very crest. They were rather large yet looked somewhat small on her taller frame. Had they been on Arya for example, they would have looked massive and swelled well beyond her slim and slender frame, yet on Sansa, they looked somewhat average. Not that average was bad. Daenerys was the kind of woman who found the intimate curve of a woman's breasts to be enthralling regardless of size or fullness. Their erotic nature held immense purchase in the blonde's salacious mind.

Throwing her hair back, Sansa sunk her hips further downwards, forcing her pussy firmly against Dany's face, grinding her slick cunt across the woman's features. Hooking her hands around Sansa's thighs, Daenerys pulled her downwards, slipping her tongue out and eagerly lapping at the girl's folds, tasting her sweetness and exploring the countless delectable folds that comprised her quim. Delighted by the woman's tongue, Sansa began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding her cunt downwards, driving Dany's tongue deeper into herself. Both women sought to take control of the moment, to be the one guiding the arc of pleasure in the direction they desired. Moving her tongue wildly back and forth, Dany wanted to delve into Sansa's depths, to curl her tongue amidst the slick folds, and search the delicious avenues of her pussy to find whatever sweet nectar she could find. Whereas, Sansa sought to use Dany's tongue and nose to rut against, using the features to massage to tease her most sensitive areas. The combination of both their efforts made for clumsy love-making, but intense pleasure as Sansa dragged herself back and forth, moaning wildly as she arced her back, always making sure to push firmly and purposefully downwards whenever she got the opportunity, angling Dany's constantly moving tongue the best she could. Running her hand across Sansa's thighs, Daenerys took comfort in the fact that Sansa was no longer resisting her advances and instead readily and eagerly delighted to allow her hands to roam and pull and pluck at whatever she could reach. The primary desire of the blonde was the bouncing, buxom arse of the young woman. Round, soft and squishy, she found herself immediately enthralled and engrossed in fondling and pulling at her deliciously pliable cheeks, mauling them with her fingers to choruses of moans from the redhead's lips. What Dany wouldn't give to be buried between those heavenly globes, to be savouring the tight depths of her even tighter entrance. Little did she know that that very eventuality was not only in her mind, but in Sansa's as well.

Having discovered Dany's proclivity and taste for anal pleasure, Sansa thought it only fitting that she should return the favour. Shifting her hips forwards, Sansa spread her ass cheeks just enough so that Dany's face could slip between them, her outstretched tongue glancing across her puckered, untouched asshole. The familiar feeling flushed across her face, causing Dany to let out a moan, pulling Sansa's hips downwards and building pressure at the very entrance of her tight, clutching hole. Taken aback by the sheer eagerness in Daenerys, Sansa let out a groan of pleasure, adoring how easy it was to get the Queen to defile herself in such acts of perversity. She was hardly the demure lady everyone assumed her to be and was in fact a true, clandestine whore. Flicking her tongue back and forth, she swiftly covered the girl's asshole in a glaze of lubricant, leaving it shimmering with saliva. Bringing her tongue towards the central concave, she effortlessly and easily pushed upwards, guiding her tongue deeper and deeper inside Sansa's asshole. Just as with Dany, Sansa's moans caught in her throat, trapped in place and lacking in sound as overwhelming pleasure swept across her body. It was more intense and powerful that the orgasms she had brought herself towards and were only made better by the newfound pleasure discovered within her tight rear end. With her moans finally finding purchase, she sank her hips further down, wanting Dany's talented, eager tongue deeper within her. When she was confident that it could go no further, she began to rock her hips up and down, lightly fucking herself on the slick morsel of flesh, pushing her pussy against Dany's nose and grinding out more and more blissful pleasure with each push of her hips. Letting go of her ass cheeks, she let them clap back against Dany's face, completely smothering the Queen In her heavenly flesh, allowing her to fondle and squeeze her breast, teasing her puffy nipples to add more pleasure to the anal intensity sweeping her body.

It didn't take long at all for Sansa's orgasm to hit, bringing her movements to a complete halt as her muscles seized as the pleasure finally surged across every sensitive area of her body. Her ass clamped down on the tongue inside of her yet didn't discourage Dany in wriggling it back and forth as best she could, maintaining the movement in order to further her pleasure, making that orgasm even more of a delicious experience. Moaning into the girl's ass, Dany finally had her tongue freed from the tight confines as Sansa rolled to one side, crashing into the bed amidst a flurry of moans. Arching her back, Sansa felt a pair of fingers running along her slit. Those fingers belonged to Dany, who continued to run them back and forth, massaging her slickness and her clit, maintaining the pleasurable pressure in an attempt to keep Sansa's orgasm intense. Finally, it began to subside, all in tandem with Dany's slowing movements, which ground to a halt and eventually ceased, leaving the two of them breathless and satiated. At least for the time being. Pulling her body close to Sansa's, Dany maintained the warmth, collecting as many furs that were strewn across the bed, dragging them into place over their bodies.

"You expect to…" Sansa breathed as she felt Dany pull the furs up and over their bodies, curling a hand around Sansa's waist, hooking it in the crook of her hip and pulling her body close. She could see the hesitancy in the redhead's eyes yet noted no active attempt to stop her.

"Oh, spare me. You can save the defiance for later. It's cold. We just fucked. Let's cuddle," Dany smiled, resting her head on Sansa's shoulder, the redhead begrudgingly conceding a snaking a hand around Dany, keeping her eyes straight ahead and trying to hide the warming comfort of the position.

"I… Fine… Just…" Sansa stammered, hoping that she could come up with something to make her stance on the position clear, yet it seemed Daenerys was just as aware as she was. Interrupting Sansa, Dany didn't even lift her head to face her, simply speaking truth.

"Just… Be quiet. Get warm," she breathed, hooking a leg over Sansa's, the warmth of their intimate areas rushing across one another, adding to the growing comfort building beneath their furs. It was strangely content. Even if it was with someone she considered as a threat to the North.

"I… That was better than I expected," Sansa admitted, unable to stand the silence. Every silent moment they shared in this intimate embrace felt like it became more and more intimate. Speaking seemed to make it seem less like a moment and more like a… Sansa couldn't even come up with a finish to that thought, her mind simply bereft of anything remotely close to reason. Perhaps… perhaps the fact that she liked it was reason enough.

"It's not half bad when it's with someone you like," Daenerys smirked, lifting her head up and offering Sansa that smug smile. Smug, yet endearing given the situation. As much as she despised it, the blonde was right in this regard. Painful to admit.

"I never said I liked you," Sansa quickly retorted, briefly looking back with a stern look, only to have her lips crack and a meek, revealing smile stretch across them. In that moment, she liked the blonde. Then again, all that mattered in that moment was that they were naked together. That sentiment was unlikely to carry over into war-time discussions of military plans.

"Yeah, yeah… Of course. Mortal enemies. Mortal enemies who just spent half an hour licking and finger-fucking one another," Daenerys chuckled, returning her cheek to Sansa's shoulder. Just as they were beginning to get comfortable, the two of them were stirred from their embrace by several sharp knocks at the door

"Your Grace! Missandei and… another visitor are here to see you!" the voice from outside bellowed. It was one of her Unsullied guards. A smile stretched across Dany's lips as she realised who exactly it was and exactly what it meant. Uncertainty flashed across Sansa's face as she waited for Daenerys to send them away, only to have her heart sink as she did the exact opposite.

"Let them in," Daenerys ordered, propping herself up on the pillows as Sansa immediately rushed to grab her clothing, hoping to gain some degree of modesty before the door opened. She managed to grab her small-clothes but was barely able to lift them up before the door swung open.

"Are you crazy? They'll…" Sansa began, only to turn to the doorway and see two familiar faces. Lifting the garment upwards, she only managed to cover a single one of her breasts and a portion of her pussy, the two women at the doorway letting it swing shut behind them. Missandei looked on, enamoured by the pale creaminess of her exposed body, blushing slightly at the gormless look on her face. The other, Arya, stared with wild confusion and child-like excitement. Finishing her sentence, with shaky words, Sansa wished that she was anywhere else. Hell, she'd had rather walked through the castle naked than be caught by her sister naked. Quivering, she finished, "See us…"

Author's Note: Hope you all enjoyed that lovely celebration of the Holiday spirit. This is a standardised message that I will be putting at the end of all the stories that got a wonderous update this Christmas day, so if you've read It already then feel free to go dive into another Christmas update.

I am well aware that I've not exactly been the most active writer this year, but that is largely due to the fact that I've not got that much time. I've got Uni and a job, which means that any free time I have is largely devoted to excessive alcoholism and making lacklustre financial decisions. Which means that I don't get much time to write these wonderful stories. However, if you are keen to support what I'm doing here then consider commissioning something. It really helps me out and alleviates some of the burden. And it means that I have more time to write smutty things not only when commissioned, but also free content. I know that sounds a little false given the fact that I've been writing commissions this year and have only uploaded updates for a couple of my stories a dozen times, but without those commissions, my upload schedule would be reduced to once a year. I.e. Christmas. So, if you're interested, please get in touch. It is £10 per 1000 words and you get your own personalised piece of smutty goodness.

That being said, I will be taking a break from both fanfiction and commissions and will return in the new year, hopefully to upload more frequently. With all that said, I hope you enjoy the holidays and all the smutty goodness that I have uploaded. Till next time!