Daenerys' sole focus was bringing Margaery pleasure, making her feel as nice as possible -- this intriguing woman, half a stranger to her before this day, now her very first priority. (Maybe she was throwing her loyalty about too casually, but she'd had nowhere to throw it at all for some time.)
She whimpered when Margaery's hands found her hair, tugged against her for the extra bit of force as she kept at it, tracing shapes against Margaery's center with her tongue.
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She whimpered when Margaery's hands found her hair, tugged against her for the extra bit of force as she kept at it, tracing shapes against Margaery's center with her tongue.
"Please," she whispered.