Daenerys Targaryen - A Bimbofication Tale Dany was relaxing in the warmth of the Mereen sunset, watc

Daenerys Targaryen - A Bimbofication Tale

Dany was relaxing in the warmth of the Mereen sunset, watching the ships leave the bay, silhouetted against the orange and purple sky. It had been a long day, listening to the complaints and requests of the city in her hall. Being an occupying ruler was pretty difficult, she had learned quickly. She wondered if she really ever could get home to Westeros at this point. Perhaps it would be better to simply stay.

She often wondered how life might’ve differed for her if she hadn’t been born a queen – if she had been just another simple girl living her life. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. She opened them gently when she heard footsteps approaching, but it was just a servant refilling her bowl of dates. Reclining again, Dany enjoyed a few, savoring their flavor, then began to nap.

She awoke to the sound off Daario humming. She couldn’t place the tune, but it made her smile. Turning around and placing her feet on the cold, hard rock, she watched him approach with a flower in hand, backlit by the torches surrounding her courtyard. “Your Grace,” he said with a surprised smile, “I was not aware we were already on such friendly terms!” When she gave him a quizzical look, he motioned with the flower to her body – specifically, her gown. Her tokar was hanging loose around her waist, exposing her breasts, and the cool breeze made her nipples tingle. She pressed an arm against them, ready to be angry at Daario’s intrusion, but instead a grin came upon her face and the only word she could muster was, “Oops!”

This even took Daario aback, although he didn’t stop his stride. “Are you feeling alright?” Dany’s mind suddenly started racing: why had she reacted like that? Her body didn’t seem to want to obey her mind. But her mind was quickly feeling farther and farther away, as though she had to desperately reach out and grab each decision – a fog that slowed any problem-solving down. She looked at Daario and shook her head, “I’m… not sure if I’m alright.” As she pondered this she put her finger to her lips, letting her breasts go free again.

Daario sat down beside her, somehow bemused by the situation, and tried not to stare at the topless queen. He offered her the flower: “Perhaps this will help?”

“Oh my god! It’s so pretty!” Dany exclaimed as she took it. Once again, she wondered why she had reacted in such a way. It just felt so right to behave like that, despite the nagging feeling she had. A brief thought came to her: was it the dates? She had heard tale of warlocks who could create enchantments that would strip women of their wits. Was that what she was experiencing?

However, that thought was indeed brief, as she looked at Daario again and everything left her mind. “You like flowers, no?” he said. She giggled at him, “of course! And I love, like, the ones with the little pricklies on them!” She honestly couldn’t remember the name. He looked over the bridge of his nose at her, “You mean roses?” Dany clasped her hands together in excitement, “yes! Those are them! They’re so pretty!”

Daario rested a hand on her thigh. “Are you sure you’re not ill? Or perhaps you’ve been drinking?” Dany swatted his hand away, “No way! I haven’t had any wine at all, silly! I’m just… like…” she paused, trying to think of the word she wanted. Nothing came to her.

“Perhaps all this work has gotten to you, your grace,” Daario smirked. He began to reach his arm around her back, and when she leaned into it, pulled her close. Gently, he kissed her, and flicked his thumb across her nipple, watching for her reaction. Dany giggled, and pushed into him harder. “You know…” she said, tracing her finger around his tenting pants, “maybe you’re right. Maybe I just need to… like, relax a bit more.”

“I know a great way to unwind,” Daario said, barely hiding his grin. Dany drifted down to the floor, resting her head on his thigh. She giggled as she pulled at his belt, “so do I.”