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Dragon Bonding	By : True North Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 715 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ice and Fire
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Within the tranquil godswood of the Red Keep, the dragon princess and her northern friend sprawled comfortably, the heart tree looming over them. Rhaenyra laid back with her silvery hair draped over Sansa's lap as always. They had spent a lot of time here, learning of each other’s ways, giggling, and sharing secrets. The smiling face upon the weirwood as their only witness.

"I've noticed something different about you," said Rhaenyra, peering up at the northern lady.

Sansa, absentmindedly brushing fingers gently through silver hair, glanced down. "Oh?" she replied, curious.

"Your breasts," Rhaenyra commented easily, lilac eyes glancing over both of them with amusement, "they've grown so much since you've arrived."

A soft smile went to the lady's face, taken aback from the admiration. "I'm glad you've noticed."

Rhaenyra eyed the pair again. "They're probably bigger than mine now..."

Lady Stark responded with a touch of disbelief. "Now you're just trying to flatter me."

"I'm serious," Rhaenyra instisted. "Here, put your hand on mine."

Sansa's shyness momentarily took hold. "Are you sure?" she asked.

Rhaenyra's assurance was swift. "Yes, I'm sure. Go on."

With a gentle movement, the lady placed her hand upon Rhaenyra's breast, fingers wrapped against the silk of her dragon ornamented dress. The gesture was more intimate than Sansa was accustomed to. She felt the fullness of it within her palm, a sensation both foreign and enticing.

Rhaenyra relished in the touch. "Well?..." her smirk widening as she watched Sansa's adorable face.

The little dove, realizing she had been fondling for longer than intended, withdrew her hand. "Honestly... I couldn't say for certain," she murmured. "They could be the same..."

"Hmm. I suppose it is difficult to be sure, wearing all these layers," Rhaenyra offered a casual response, eyes dancing up again.

Sansa's cheeks flushed, considering the idea of unburdening themselves, especially in the heat of summer. "Of course," she agreed, her voice steady.

Rhaenyra's gaze held onto Sansa's eyes. For a moment, she could have sworn there was a flicker of desire within her modest northern friend, a flame that had been there for some time now, unsure of when it all started exactly. "Sansa...," she said gently with a hint of curiosity.

"...Yes?" she responded quickly.

Rhaenyra's playful smirk returned. "Have you ever indulged in... self-pleasure?"

Sansa's breath hitched, her eyes widened from the forwardness. "Rhaenyra..." she managed to utter, cheeks now ablaze.

The princess let out a hearty giggle, relishing in the reaction. Her voice was light and playful. "Come now, we're friends. You can tell me..." she propped herself up, leaning closer, her lilac eyes glinting with anticipation.

Sansa took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Fine," she spoke, a voice carrying a mixture of resignation. "Yes..." she admitted, heart pounding when the word left her lips. "But only on rare occasions," she quickly added, feeling the need to bring modesty.

"On rare occasions?" Rhaenyra's brow raised curiously.

The poor girl hesitated to clarify, "Once every other month or so," she admitted with embarrassment.

Rhaenyra's surprise was evident, and Sansa seized the opportunity to turn the tables. "How about you?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her usually proper self.

Her smirk widened, surprised but delighted from the reversal. "I pleasure myself every single day..." she declared with a wicked smirk.

Sansa's heart raced, emotions swirling from Rhaenyra's naughty confession, and how it came out of her so freely. A mix of intrigue and embarrassment flooded her senses.

Rhaenyra had a gleaming smile, embracing the moment of divulging their most naughtiest of secrets... Her lilac eyes glimmered, sensing even more lust carefully tucked away behind Sansa's pale blue eyes. "It’s the best feeling ever, you know. The climax..." her voice resonated that final word with a steamy undertone.

"The climax..." she echoed the word, shyly. "It... it makes me feel... dirty," she confessed, remembering back to the few instances when her body had betrayed itself, bringing about a pleasure she had been taught was forbidden.

"That's what the septa wants us to believe," Rhaenyra's expression softened. "There's no shame in exploring ourselves, Sansa, it's completely natural," she spoke warmly and without judgement.

Sansa bit her lower lip, contemplating her best friend's words. "I suppose you have a point. I’ve just... always been too shy or… well, too proper," she admitted with a softening voice. "Maybe I should… practice," she expressed, blushing after realizing what she had just said.

Rhaenyra was pleased by the response. The dragon princess allowed the moment to sit on its own. A thoughtful expression crossed her face as she considered the conversation they were having. Suddenly, a naughty idea sparked in her mind, and she peered up to her innocent northern friend.

"You know what?" Rhaenyra began, her voice playful and seductive, "I have an idea..."

Sansa, despite her lingering embarrassment, perked up. "What is it?"

Rhaenyra sat up fully, posture shifting to a playful demeanor. "What if... we practiced together?" she suggested, voice laced with confidence. "In my bed chamber."

Sansa blinked frantically, heart racing at the suggestion. "Rhaenyra! That's... Are you serious?!..." she exclaimed, the words tumbling out in surprise.

Rhaenyra let out a hearty chuckle, amused by the reaction. "Just think about it!" she grinned wickedly, hard set on the idea. "It would just be you and me. A safe space for us to explore ourselves... and share the experience together..."

Sansa bit her lip, her mind racing from the prospect. "I’ve never done anything like this with anyone," she admitted, her voice quivering slightly.

"Neither have I," Rhaenyra confessed, her expression still excited. "That’s why it’s perfect."

Sansa’s heart raced, the naughty idea gave her a thrill of excitement and fear. She gulped and surrendered. "I'll do it..." her voice small but resolute.

Rhaenyra glimmered, her joy infectious. She fluttered with excitement, leaning over to give Sansa a nice warm hug. "This will be a beautiful experience for both of us, I promise."

The princess arose up to her feet and offered a hand. With a mixture of trepidation and eagerness, Sansa nodded, took her hand and stood from the grass. Together, they swiftly made their way toward the Red Keep, and ascended the stairs. Arm in arm, they stepped into Rhaenyra's elegant bed chamber, the ambiance calm and warm, walls adorned with rich tapestries, rays of sunlight from the windows. The princess closed the door gently and barred it, a gesture that seemed to heighten the anticipation in the air.

They both knew what came next, the part where they undress themselves for the occasion. Sansa felt a flutter within her stomach as she observed the dragon rider, a vision of confidence, of grace, already beginning to slip free of her silken layers of dress.

The northern lady followed suit. They helped one another unlace their bodices, practiced fingers deftly working the strings. Soon enough, the dragon princess revealed her naked bosoms for the first time, and so did her northern lady friend. They were both full and beautiful, their soft pink nipples contrasting their smooth pale skin.

All that remained were their silken panties, the most important to remove. The dragon girl climbed into the bedside, brought both legs together, and slid them off completely. Between her thighs, she revealed a patch of silver gold hair, neatly trimmed.

The Stark lady stood there, awestruck by her beauty, the afternoon sunlight from the window casting a warm glow upon her Targaryen figure. Feelings of arousal went through her body. Sansa slowly crawled into the bedside, and slipped free of her underwear as well, dropping them aside. The curls of Tully hair between her thighs were a deep shade of auburn. Rhaenyra had a smile of joy as they were both now fully nude with each other for the first time.

“You're even more beautiful than I imagined,” Rhaenyra complimented gently, eyes roaming up and down her curves.

Sansa giggled, a mix of nervousness and excitement, "So are you," she reciprocated the compliment, her eyes also roaming across.

"Shall we begin?" Rhaenyra asked, brimming with anticipation. She grabbed a velvet cushion to support her back, and settled into a comfortable position. She spread her legs naturally, embracing the very essence of her femininity.

The Stark lady's eyes widened, seeing how easy it was for her to spread them openly, without embarrassment.

With a confident smile, Rhaenyra moistened her fingers with a quick lick and then began to gently massage her clitoris, her touch skilled and practiced. Her eyes closed momentarily, and a soft sigh escaped her lips, the rhythm of her caress creating a sensual melody.

Sansa spent the first minute or two gazing at the beautiful Targaryen princess, captivated and aroused by the sight of her. She felt her own desire building, a warm, tingling sensation deep between her legs. She relaxed into the moment, allowing her hand to drift downward, fingers brushing through the soft auburn curls that guarded her most intimate place. She found the pink folds, already moist with fiery anticipation, and felt a surge of excitement.

Mimicking Rhaenyra's movements, Sansa brought her fingers to her clitoris, massaging it in the same circular pattern. A soft sigh escaped her lips, fueling her desire even further.

The weight of the world outside forgotten, the room was filled with the sounds of their sighs and moans, exploring the wonders of their adolescence and close friendship. Sansa's eyes fluttered shut, her focus entirely on the sensations coursing through her body. Rhaenyra's skillful touch and experience created a mixture of pleasure and empowerment for the two of them.

The air grew thick with sounds of their explored intimacy. They laid eyes on each other, gazes met with pure desire. Rhaenyra, deep into her rhythm, her silvery hair cascading over the cushion, her breathing soon became short gasps when she neared the peak of pleasure. "Gods, yes... It's coming," Rhaenyra whispered with anticipation. Her back arched gracefully, and her body surrendered to the waves of ecstasy that washed over her. She sighed and moaned, her expression a mix of bliss and release, allowing Sansa to witness the raw, unfiltered beauty of her orgasm.

The sight of Rhaenyra's pleasure ignited Sansa's own desire to new heights. She watched and listened, captivated, as her friend's body arched and moved through waves of hot pleasure, the pink nipples of her Targaryen breasts standing erect in the intensity of her climax.

Sansa's breath quickened, and her fingers moved with renewed purpose, circling and massaging, mirroring the technique that was so skillfully demonstrated. Her legs twitched involuntarily, as if an unseen force guiding her toward the precipice of pleasure.

"You're almost there, almost..." Rhaenyra encouraged, her voice soft and breathless as she recovered for a moment. She watched Sansa with a mix of admiration and anticipation, witnessing the Northern girl's journey of self love.

Sansa giggled softly from Rhaenyra's encouragement. Pursing her lower lip, her body trembling on the edge of that had waited for too long. The bed chamber spun in a blur of godly sensations, and she could feel the flood gates open, an unstoppable force within her. "Oh gods!..." Sansa's voice trailed off into a squeak, her body convulsing with involuntary contractions. Overwhelmed, mouth gaping silently, her eyes drifted away from her best friend, witnessing the full extent of her orgasm for the first time. As the waves of pleasure subsided, she lay breathless, satisfied and embarrassed, her cheeks flushed red as the Targaryen sigil.

Rhaenyra smiled tenderly with approval. "That was so beautiful," she whispered in heartfelt admiration.

Sansa let out a wheeze and a giggle, the sound filled with relief, feeling a sense of accomplishment, as if she had conquered a hidden fear. Her mind drifted to the contrast between this moment and the teachings instilled upon her. "I can't imagine what the Septa would think of me right now," she breathed a mix of amusement in her voice.

Rhaenyra responded with defiance in her voice, her naked legs wide open... "Fuck the Septa."

Normally she would have refuted, but Sansa couldn't help but let out another giggle, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, the liberation of this moment feeling like a breath of fresh air.

The silver-haired princess, ever curious, leaned down. "Open your legs again, let me have a look," she requested in a soft voice.

She complied without hesitation, opening her legs. Rhaenyra gazed in between them, taking in the sight of her innocent flushed entrance, now a beautiful rosy pink.

"It's like a blossoming flower," Rhaenyra whispered, breathing warmly upon her sensitive entrance. The lady quivered at the sensation, feeling exposed and excited. It was a strange yet exhilarating feeling, having someone's face so close to a part of her body that had always been so hidden.

"I get the feeling you're about to do something," Sansa spoke without closing them.

Rhaenyra grinned, her lilac eyes glinting with arousal. "What makes you say this?" she teased with a tone innocent and playful.

"That look in your eye--" Sansa was interrupted when suddenly Rhaenyra leaned in, her tongue darting out to gently lick her sensitive spot. Sansa gasped, her body arching at the sensation, but she made no move to push her silvery head away.

Rhaenyra's tongue teased and explored, her breath warm against Lady Sansa's intimate slick folds. The Northern girl's legs trembled, her body responding as Rhaenyra awakened the fire within her depths. She had never imagined anyone, let alone a princess, would willingly do such a thing, and the thought sent a thrill up her spine.

Rhaenyra peered up, her lustful eyes taking in the expression of pure desire. She continued to tease, her tongue dancing skillfully, as she savored the taste and texture of her wet rose. Sansa, overcome with pleasure, reached down, her fingers gently caressing Rhaenyra's silver hair, encouraging her to keep going. She let out soft whimpering moans, her body yielding to the sensations, her frozen inhibitions melting away.

"Oh, yes...," she whispered in between breaths. "That feels so good..." Her words trailed off as she surrendered to the waves, her body trembling, and her heart opening.

Sansa's body quivered as the waves of pleasure intensified, her back arching in response to the sensations coursing through. She let out a string of moans, her voice echoing as her orgasm unfurled, each contraction sending ripples of delight through her body. The dragon princess, ever attentive, kept her mouth on Sansa's sweet center, lapping up the juices that flowed freely, her tongue teasing and pleasing, ensuring Sansa's pleasure extended to every corner of her being.

When the waves ended, she relaxed, spent and radiant all over. Her eyes blinked open and they stared down below. Rhaenyra wore a cheeky grin on her face, a glistening trail of juice dripping down her chin.

"Sorry... about the mess..." Sansa apologized, a hint of embarrassment in her voice, realizing the extent of her release.

Rhaenyra giggled, wiping away some of the excess with her finger and then bringing it to her mouth, tasting the Sansa's essence. "I like it messy," she said, eyes sparkling. "How did it feel?"

Sansa sighed with an expression of pure contentment. "It felt... so amazing," she whimpered softly, eyes watering.

Rhaenyra's heart swelled with affection, and she laid down beside Sansa, their naked bodies close, the princess gently brushed a stray lock of red hair behind Sansa's ear. "Your whole body is glowing," she spoke in admiration.

Sansa smiled, feeling the warmth of Rhaenyra's embrace, both physically and emotionally. "I never knew anything could feel so good..." she admitted, eyes glistening and meeting the gaze of her best friend.

"You deserve every bit of it," the princess spoke sincerely, a hand running down between her thighs again, teasing around her juicy wet folds. "And we have all the time in the world..."

Their gazes locked in that moment. Slowly, they leaned in, their lips fell into a deep kiss. Sansa tasted her own fluid on Rhaenyra's lips, a flavor she found surprisingly enjoyable, and she responded eagerly, their tongues dancing together, reveling in the sweetness of their intimacy. Their lips seperated when Sansa let out a moan, feeling the Targaryen girl slip two fingers within her walls. "Ice and Fire, indeed," Rhaenyra whispered...
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