the heat clenses
Daenerys was keenly aware that she was filthy. It had been weeks since she'd had a proper hot bath. She had overheard, just once, that there were hot springs in the caves, and after getting over her initial wariness of going into a dark and unknown place, it was really not as bad as she thought it might be
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"If all things are considered, my lady, then yes," she replied with a low hiss as the heat engulfed her thighs. The steaming water continued to rise up the length of her belly, now small from exertion but still retaining a delicate softness, before she finally sat upon an underwater ledge, eyes closing in blissful relaxation.
"I became a child," she fondly recalled, the grey of her eyes still hidden behind dark, thick lashes. Sand, fish, hill ponies and peanut butter. Races, fruit juice, mischief... and solidified friendships with stoic boys and perky girls.
"I've not had that sort of fun in quite some time, Dany," she smiled, mirth clear in her tone. Lyanna opened her eyes, meeting the other woman's gaze with something promising lying behind her own. "And you, my lady?"
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"I...I have been well. I have my Knight and I suppose that should be enough, but."
But what?
She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. "But the dragon has three heads. I heard my brother say that once. He looked right at me when he did, as if he were speaking to my very soul."
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Silver hair and violet eyes. Rhaegar lived in Dany's face, that much Lyanna could not deny. That was why it felt wrong to want the youngest Targaryen in these torrid waters - not because of Dany's inescapable femininity.
As a child, Lyanna'd been forced to play at Lords and Ladies with bratty Mormont girlchildren. She'd always been ready to dress up in lord's clothing, and she'd never minded the dutiful kisses that came with playing that part.
And so as she lounged in the hot pool, she briefly wondered if she would need the costume to win the kiss this time. Observing Dany's reaction to her presence, she quickly decided that she would not. "The wolf has but one, and yet I have been bound to two others already," came her thoughtful reply, voice husky from the steam.
Robert and Rhaegar - polar opposites of one another.
And now Dany sat before her, a different breed entirely.
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She saw no need to tell her that Rhaegar was the brother she had been talking about in the first place.
She wondered if Lyanna's kisses would taste like duty as Irri's had.
Somehow, she doubted that.
She swallowed and found herself holding Lyanna's gaze instead of avoiding it. "Two, yes, and in this place, you may find yourself bound to a third." Dany was testing the waters, that was for certain.
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A gentle rolling of the waters was the first sign of movement, but soon enough her hands resurfaced to smooth heavy locks behind her shoulders, breasts remaining hidden within the steam wafting from the spring.
Rather abruptly, the gentle rolling became a full-fledged wave when Lyanna began to glide towards Dany, slowly closing the distance between them, slate grey inexplicably drawn to violet. She never blinked or cast her gaze aside, even when their knees met underwater.
"I may find myself bound to a third," she quietly agreed, boldly pressing her palm flat on the natural ledge that Dany sat upon - and between her legs, at that. "You find me disconcerting, Daenerys Targaryen," she smiled alluringly then. It was not a question, merely a statement of fact. Up close the softness in her face - Rhaegar's face - was impossible to ignore.
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"No," she said evenly. "I find you intriguing, and the only thing that frightens me is that you may wish too fiercely for me to be my brother."
It was said then, but she gave Lyanna no time at all to respond before she kissed her. It was the boldest thing Dany found herself doing in weeks.
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And yet, Dany's lips tasted nothing like her brother's. They were pliant and smooth beneath her own, and when she deepened the kiss with a hungry mouth and eager tongue, Rhaegar's face blurred and began to fade.
Sploshing sounds could be heard when she shifted and rose from the water, wet rivulets running down her flesh. Lyanna curved a slippery palm to Dany's slick neck, fingers fanning along her jawline, thumb pressed to her chin.
When she slithered between Dany's parting legs, Lyanna slid her submerged hand from the underwater ledge and curled it along the Dany's outter thigh, squeezing feminine muscle when her own dusky nipples brushed against the other woman's.
Every little touch felt like nothing she'd ever experienced before, but the foreign nature of the heat within her body only encouraged her curiosity.
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She whispered something against Lyanna's lips in High Valyrian, but even Daenerys was unsure of what words breezed past her lips.
She remembered very clearly the nights spent with Irri in her bed. This was nothing like it. This was something hotter than the fire her dragons had been born in and something that she would not snuff even if she could.
Dany pulled her closer, hooking her leg around her while her knee rested just above the soft curve of her hip. This is mine. She was the first to move her hand. The memory of Irri's touches guided her own pale hand to cup Lyanna's breast. She took a nipple between her fingers and kissed her far more eagerly.
Did Visenya and Rhaenys occupy themselves like this when Aegon was away?
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However, unlike Dany's, her words were clear as day: Want more of you, my dragon.
The water continued to roll around their tangling bodies. Lyanna broke the kiss only to trail her mouth down Dany's creamy collum, her curvy hips cradled by Dany's thighs.
She'd never been so aroused by a woman before, so she hooked Dany's other leg around her own waist. With no experience to her name, Lyanna resorted to visceral instinct. She touched Dany the way she liked to be touched - stroking her back, softly squeezing her breasts, sifting fingers through her wet hair...
And finally trailing her hand down Dany's belly to curve her palm over heat and flesh. The two fingers that slipped between easily parting folds marked the destruction of what little rational thought Lyanna had left.
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She stopped thinking, and just started moving and touching as much of her as she could. "Do you like this?" she asked in what had been her native tongue on Dragonstone and beyond.
Some part of her was terrified that she was being substituted for Rhaegar, but some other part...gods, some other part didn't care. It was what she wanted, wasn't it? To be her brother? To be the dragon?
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Though her Valyrian vocabulary was quite limited, those were words she knew well. Yes, she breathed in Dany's native tongue, squeezing her soft, curvy body to pull them impossibly close.
Because Lyanna couldn't get enough of Dany's kisses, so would only leave her lips again to kiss across the top of her chest. Guiding Dany to arch just enough out of the water to expose her breasts, Lyanna dipped her head lower, taking a pert nipple into her mouth.
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Her hand shifted between her legs, sliding two fingers into the solid warmth of her while her thumb continued to toy and tease the nub she had found.
Already, she could feel her legs tensing, nay her whole body.
"Yes, Lyanna...please," she said through shivers.
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Lyanna lapped and sucked at each nipple, squeezing and teasing her breasts until they were pink and tender under her mouth.
Don't stop, was another Valyrian phrase Lyanna knew, and so she put it to good use over and over again. Her own hips rolled against Dany's fingers as she returned the feverish attentions between her thighs.
Through her pleasure-filled haze, she was only vaguely aware that they were both close.
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She floated on a cloud of pure bliss, pressed tightly to her she-wolf in the steaming water.
I would fight a war for you, she thought. I would let the land burn to keep you from that fat bastard.
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A low purr escaped as she made herself more comfortable against Dany, eyes shut against the feel of damp silvery silk tickling her face.
"Daenerys," she murmured huskily, just to hear the name leave her mouth. For the moment, Lyanna could manage little else.
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