The ORGY Meme

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the ORGY meme
This was supposed to be a normal party with music, drinks and pleasant conversation. And it would be, y'know? Except some jerk spiked the punch and filled the balloon animals with aphrodisiacs. Now people are making out everywhere you go, the music is drowned out by moaning and hey, that's not tango on the

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Daenerys Targaryen | A Song of Ice and Fire | M/F/M

[thedragonsblood]

[ Daenerys is no stranger to an audience. In a khalasar, a nomadic tribe of Dothraki, there is no privacy, and thought she is a foreigner to those people, there is still no reason to feel embarrassment. Survival is synonymous with these facts of daily life, after all.

Besides, a queen does not know shame. The dragon has no need for modesty. The same holds true tonight as well, while Dany reclines on a luxurious chaise lounge, resting against her companion's chest as he is seated beside her, one arm around her shoulders. He's giving her a little bit of trouble, challenging her dominance - or is she challenging his? - but she recalls the ways Doreah taught her to seduce men and she uses her hand now to do just that, rubbing at his length through the material of his pants in earnest while she lifts the skirt of her dress for another she's called to her. It is one thing to be shared; it is another to issue the order to be shared. ]

( OOC: No non-con, dubcon, or guro please! Thread-jacking voyeurs welcome! )

[diosorogloria]

[Spain knows all about serving royalty. He is a Nation, an Empire, and no one truly commands and owns him beyond the one who wears the Spanish crown and sits on the Spanish throne. He goes to war for them, conquer distant lands and savage peoples for them, cater to most of their whims--such is the duty of a Nation and Spain has hardly faltered in his centuries of existence

Perfectly fine! I apologize for my late response, haha.

[thedragonsblood]

[ Dany continues to be patient, though it's no small feat. Her touch remains slow, yet deliberate, and she turns her head more so her chin rests against her slender shoulder as she moves her fingers up, then down along his firmness, the bottom of her palm bumping the rounded head she can feel through the fabric. Her violet eyes focus on his face, intent on picking up on the signs in his features that will tell her what he enjoys without him having to utter a word to her. She considers that her attentiveness to this will play a large part in which way their game turns and she fully intends to win. Not simply because the liquid flame coursing through her body causes her to want in extremes only, but because it also bolsters her pride and sharpens her taste for victory.

She intends to win because she has so rarely has control over anything in the Hotel. ]

I'd like to apologize for my lateness too ^^;

[diosorogloria]

[He meets her gaze, emeralds meeting amethysts, and holds it. This is a battle of wills and he can see that. She touches him gently but determinedly, her hands clever and enticing. He touches back, gently trailing fingertips against her cheek then down her jaw and lower. At least for now. Her skin is warm, perhaps just as warm as his. Idly, he wonders how. He'd like to know more about this Queen laying siege to him most seductively. His voice is low, soft when he speaks, but not weak. Never that]

Your name, Reina?

XD You didn't take nearly as long as I did!

[thedragonsblood]

Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen.

[ Her answer is prompt, her voice confident and firm, not much like the smooth tone he adopts to ask. Dany knows the name of her family likely will mean nothing more to him than an indicator that she is of nobility, given how proudly she speaks it, but nonetheless, the notion of giving a shortened version of her name, or even a false one, never occurs to her. ]

And you are...?

[ Her throat tightens with anticipation under his fingers as they brush over her skin and she thinks about how he has the greenest eyes she's ever seen while she holds their gaze. Introductions are often belated here, but she's mildly impressed he's asked before any clothes have come off - and pleased, too, were she hard pressed for honesty. ]

Still XD;

[diosorogloria]

[He sensed the queenliness of her when she first came into his arms. A Nation just has that sense. He doesn't know of her house and he has a feeling it doesn't exist in his world but she's a queen nonetheless. Her voice is firm, proud and he likes that. Queens should hold such confidence or they will fail]

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, Imperio Español. The Spanish Empire. [He speaks in a tongue and of words she must not know but he has a feeling she doesn't mind. A smile touches his lips, slight and almost intimate. His fingertips brush down her bare arm]

Are you to try and make a conquest of me, Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen?

[Many have tried and hardly any have succeeded]

<3

[thedragonsblood]

[ Predictably, most of what he says doesn't mean anything to Dany, but that's merely in accordance with what she surmised would be the case when she turned the question on him. His touch leaves a pleasant prickling sensation along her arm in its wake and she takes the appearance of that smile to mean he is warming to her with fair quickness, so she turns her body towards him more, a silent sign of her own willingness to open herself to him. She doesn't withdraw her hand from his groin though; instead, she raises her other hand to rest her palm against the side of his face, leaning forward so her lips barely touch his and she can feel the warmth of his breath spread over her mouth and chin. ]

No, I do not mean to try - I intend to.

:)

[diosorogloria]

[Her declaration and her closeness makes the smile on his face widen and a soft chuckle to escape him, a soft, warm sound, golden and precious like the sunlight that shines on his blessed lands. Those emerald green eyes that caught her attention twinkle with his laughter. He isn't laughing at her, not at all. If anything, he is pleased. Idly, he wonders if she can tell. He does like a woman with determination]

Then come, Reina... [The Iberian Empire murmurs softly, enticingly, almost against her lips. The title has also become an endearment] Don't hold back for I won't either.

[thedragonsblood]

[ Daenerys takes that as a small victory; she closes her lips over his lower one and gives it a light suckle as she returns her hand to its earlier business of stimulating him through his slacks. She can feel the shape of his length easily and she begins to stroke in more earnest than she did earlier while she kisses him, relishing the excitement that quickens her breath. The Nation is beautiful - there's no denying that - but its his refined mannerisms that intrigued her more than that, because it makes him so different from anyone else she's been with, ever, and its that magnetism that encourages her to begin undoing his trousers. ]

[diosorogloria]

[Her lips are soft and warm against his, her hands on him skilled and earnest. It's a bit of an effort on his part not to make a sound as she starts her assault. She knows what she's doing and it shows. There is no hesitation as she starts undoing his trousers. She is no Virgin Queen, that's for sure]

[He banishes the memory of the woman associated with the title and focuses on the Queen in his arms. She's small, young, beautiful, definitely unforgettable with her fair hair and poignant eyes. His hands slide warmly over her skin, fingers tangling gently in her hair. The material of her dress is silky and warm over her bare skin and the way it slides up when he tugs back at it is perfection. Bare hands slide along her back as he pulls the dress upward to get it off her]

[thedragonsblood]

[ The khaleesi doesn't resist his hands as he undresses her, allowing him to lift her gown and helping where she can before she returns her attention to divesting Spain of his fine clothing. Her slim fingers work at shirt buttons and it occurs to her that while she's certainly been with a man before, she's never quite had to handle the... removal of so many garments. It's entirely on a separate level of complicated in terms of seduction, but she likes the apprehension that builds as a result, the tension from waiting, the thrill of the slow unveil. ]

[diosorogloria]

[Daenerys' gown slides off completely after a while, her naked body revealed to him under the dim light of the room. He helps her as well as he could on his own clothing, but soon he is distracted by the warmth and softness of her bare skin. As she unbuttons his doublet, he leans and kisses by her jaw then makes his way lower down her neck. One of his hands touch along her thigh and hip, reveling on her curves]

[thedragonsblood]

[ Though momentarily distracted by his roaming hand and lips, Dany focuses still on removing his garments, pushing the luxurious doublet back over his shoulders before finally removing the linen shirt he wore beneath it. The entire process forces them to break contact every now and then to toss the clothing aside, but Daenerys never moves very far, ensuring that she stays within his reach, though she isn't directly commanding anything of him. ]

( ooc: Forgive my incorrect narrative; I'm not very familiar with APH, so his current fashion went over my head until I realized, "Oh. Right. History." hahaha )

[diosorogloria]

[He moves for her, slipping out of his garments as guided by her hands, tanned skin, battle scars and a golden cross revealed. The touch of her little hands on his skin sends warm thrills all over him. It's always a pleasure for him to be touched and now isn't an exception]

[His hands open for her, beckoning her to come closer. He also likes to touch back and he would love to touch her, draw her against him again]

(ooc: Ah, no worries! He's so far from canon anyway, so no need to worry about it. I've also just watched the series and working my way through the first book so if I make a mistake with Dany, I'd like to apologize for it too)

[thedragonsblood]

[ Daenerys appreciates the sight of his exposed body and she climbs into his lap without hesitation, laying her hands upon his momentarily before she brushes her fingertips up along the insides of his forearms to his biceps. She traces his scars as her digits come across them while she strokes his skin and places her knees astride his thighs. ]

( ooc: You're fine, don't worry! I take her from after A Clash of Kings. You'll get there eventually! )

[diosorogloria]

[Green eyes watch her as she touches him. He lies back a bit against the chaise lounge as he allows her to explore as his own hands move over her. They run over her thighs that are astride him then up along her waist and higher, gently cupping her breasts and brushing lightly on a nipple]

(ooc: I will, yeah! Eventually, haha)