Chapter 55

The Royal Bedchamber (Ned Stark’s old bedchamber)
Winterfell
That same night

“You summoned us, Your Graces?” Grey Worm spoke to his Queen and King (and he thought of them in that order).

“Yes, we did. I am glad that you brought Missandei with you, of course. It is high time to make amends, if you will, for what we did to you recently. I know that you have ... limitations, but you still have a tongue, and your Queen asks you to make good use of it,” Dany disrobed in front of her Master of War and Mistress of Laws.

“Just relax. This is something new to me, too, but I think that you will enjoy it, with the aid of this,” Jon Snow offered Grey Worm and Missandei Kinvara’s potion.

Grey Worm trusted his King, even more so when Missandei eagerly accepted the potion for her part and so did the King and Queen of Westeros. When Dany winked at him and undressed him, he shivered with anxiety at the prospect of an orgy with a pair of monarchs. His own rulers, no less, clearly wanted to take both of them to bed. Grey Worm was very nervous, of course, but he did his duty, putting his tongue where his Queen commanded him, even as he watched his wife get her own cunny licked by his King.

All that Grey Worm could notice was that his Queen tasted like a mixture of sweet and salty to his tongue. He found himself delving deeper inside her gash with every stroke and she held his head down to make better use of his mouth. For a eunuch, he was quite the lover, no doubt, in spite of his nominal virginity and utter dearth of experience. When she moved her bottom to place it above his mouth, he took the hint and began rimming her for the sheer delight of it.

If Dany’s quim was delicious, her bum was even more so, just as Jon Snow found Missandei’s arse, of course. The analingus continued for several more licks before the King swapped places and began tasting his Queen from her tailbone to her clit. It was still hard to believe that they were aunt and nephew as well as King and Queen, husband and wife, but that was the Targaryen way, wasn’t it? He was no longer simply a Stark bastard. He was a prince of the house of the Dragon, of House Targaryen on his father’s side. Incest was de rigeur for them, wasn’t it?

If he needed proof of that, well, he had bedded and later wed his own aunt, his father’s sister, hadn’t he? Now it was public knowledge, too. He was a trueborn Targaryen king and he had the incestuous marriage to prove it, even if he had the black Stark locks of his mother Lyanna. If it was truly an abomination, why did his Dany’s arse taste so damn sweet, anyway? Why was her cunny so delicious, too? Why did the fact of his royal seed growing within her womb, the fruit of their union, make him so happy and proud, if it was anathema to the Old Gods and the New alike?

As for Grey Worm, licking his Missandei was the best part of this encounter of all. He truly delighted in the taste of her, of her juices, of her dusky buttocks, and her slick, sleek skin. He especially loved putting his tongue up to her puckered ring and licking her with incredible gusto. She was still his weakness, but he no longer feared her for that. He loved her without any further reservation, all other such worries now behind him.