Drogo's Harem
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Revision as of 17:58, 25 November 2016
"C'mon!" Daenerys laughed, pulling Drogo down the corridor. He followed, curious as to his wife's plan. She had been giddy all through breakfast, smiling and giggling like a little girl. Drogo couldn't guess what could excite her so, and was getting impatient.
"Khaleesi, why bother with these games and just tell me?" Drogo asked, slight annoyance in his voice.
Daenerys just laughed. "Soon enough, my sun and stars, soon enough." Drogo now realized they were entering the throne room, and wondered what could possibly be in there.
Opening the door, the Khal was greeted by a stunning and amazing sight. In front of the Iron Throne was a line of _ beautiful women, naked as the day they were born. Drogo stopped, speechless, but his queen kept walking, not surprised in the slightest.
"Hope they're worth the wait," she said, swaying her hips as she approached the girls, "Many Westerosi lords are eager to make alliances with their new kings, and since Khal's take multiple wives, they sent us their duaghters. So, I thought, what better way to choose then to sample the goods." Starting from the left, she introduced each girl to Drogo.
"This is Sansa Stark, a redheaded beauty from the North," Dany began, talking like a saleswoman and stroking the girls hair. Sansa seemed nervous, not making eye contact with Drogo. "I think she would make a good wife, don't you?" The silver haired Khaleesi gave her succulant tits a squeeze before moving on to the next girl.
"And this is Arya Stark, who is definitely more... enthusiastic then her sister." You could see this was true, the younger Stark pushing her breasts out proudly and staring lustfully at Drogo. He could see two fingers playing with her pussy. "You can have whichever Stark you want, or both, if that's what you want."
"Next, we have Ygritte, a member of the Free Folk. The King beyond the Wall hopes she'll convince you to let his people South of the Wall." Another redhead, Ygritte eyes practically dared you to fuck her, licking her lips and cocking her head. "Careful," Daenerys laughed, "She's a feisty one."
"This is Margaery Tyrell, who was betrothed to the false king before his unfortunate demise. However, she seems to already have her eyes on a new king." You had heard rumors of Margaery's sexy gaze, but experiencing it first hand made you want to bend her over the Iron Throne. It didn't help that she was also naked. "If you don't marry her, I might," your wife joked, giving the Tyrell a quick peck on the cheek.
"And last, but definitely not least, is Myrcella, Cersei's daughter." Grabbing the poor girls hair, Daenerys forces Myrcella to look you in the eye. The blonde princess is trembling, tears welling in her eyes. "I don't think she retains any allegiance to her mother," she decides, releasing her grip, "But you could always make sure."
Having shown you her collection of princesses, your Khaleesi climbs the steps to the throne, discarding her dress as she does so. Sitting on the Iron Throne, her legs spread for you, she gestures to the beautiful women around the room.
"Have fun!"
Who do you choose?
