Daenaerys Gets Clean

Dany struggled mightily, but her strength was nothing against the grip of the Bloodriders. They carried her over to the stone structure, which Dany now saw was indeed a kind of hot spring, the waters steamy and bubbling, and, stripping her of her underwear, tossed her unceremoniously in.

She rose, sputtering and gasping, to the surface, her hair sopping wet and her body glistening. Looking up at the appreciative faces of the Bloodriders, she immediately clapped a hand over each breast. "Why this? You give me a bath and then...what? Make me walk back to camp naked? A little unoriginal, is it not?"

"You will be given a bath," The Elder replied. "And it will be thorough, and perhaps now that you have mentioned the idea, we shall make you walk back to camp naked."

Dany growled in frustration, submerging herself up to her neck in the water. "Did you bring it?" The Elder asked one of the Bloodriders, a tall young man with a short braid. "I did, Elder, it is here!" He went over to the horse Dany had been brought there on and rummaged briefly around in one of the saddlebags, before withdrawing a medium-sized vial of something that looked...bubbly?

"Excellent," The Elder said, "Give it here." The young Bloodrider did as he was asked, and The Elder uncorked the vial, brought it closer to the stone tub, then poured it into the water. Dany watched as it immediately began to make the water around her thick and soapy, bubbles forming all around her.

The Elder clicked her fingers, "Sponge," and just like that, another Bloodrider had provided her a sponge. "Now..." She said. "Which of you will clean the Dragon Queen first?"

Dany gulped, hugging herself a little tighter. The Bloodriders stumbled over themselves to get the honour of going first, eventually, after several prolonged minutes of fighting amongst themselves. The Elder went over to the young Bloodrider who had given her the vial and pressed the sponge into his hands. "Go," She said. "Do not be gentle."

The young man grinned, sprinting over to where Dany huddled in the corner of the tub and jumping in. He waded over to her, and, sponge in hand, scooped her up. She squirmed and wriggled in his arms, but he simply stared at her until she saw it for the futile gesture it was.

"Please...put...hands...down?"

Dany looked down at her hands, which were still clamped firmly over her breasts. She sighed, and finally, put her hands at her side, looking away as her face began to flush. "Good..." He said, admiring her tits with the same look a man might have if he stumbled upon all the riches of Qarth in the middle of the desert. He dipped the sponge into the soapy waters, brought it back up and, with the delicate touch of a lover, began to rub down those wonderful round treasures of hers. The other Bloodriders had stopped fighting by now, and now gathered all around the stone tub, watching with jealous eyes as the young Bloodrider went about his duty.

The sponge was warm, and soft against Dany's still slightly sore breasts, and she could only watch as the young Bloodrider covered them in soap, then cupped a handful of water in his palm and poured the warm water over them to wash the suds off. The greatest part of the whole process was that moment after he had applied the soap, but before he had brought forth the water to rinse it away. At that moment, Dany's tits reached a new level of perfection; they hung there, positively shining, utterly drenched, to the point that as she lay there in the young Bloodrider's arms, hundreds of droplets ran down and off them. Adding to the effect was the soap, which collected in great white patches of bubbly suds all over their respective surfaces, with two in particular gathered around each nipple, creating the effect of her tits being twin, snowcapped peaks awaiting the start of spring, when the pinkness beneath would begin to emerge and make itself known.

Equally good was the effect the heat and the repeated rubbing was having on Dany, by the halfway point she was starting to pant like a dog, her tits heaving with each breath she took, shaking excess droplets off and sending some of the suds sliding down them. Her face was terribly flushed, so that the view the young Bloodrider had was of the Dragon Queen, breathing slow and sultry, her face reddening from the conditions she'd been placed in, her tits a vision of aesthetic perfection. It was almost enough to make the lad faint.

He quite literally rinsed and repeated his process a dozen or so times in total, but when he went to do it once more, the Elder called out: "Stop!" and he froze, the sponge was in mid-air, halfway to Dany's chest.

"Enough, the next will have his turn." The young man nodded gravely, dropped the sponge into the water and, very sadly, rose up out of the tub and stepped back onto dry land. Another Bloodrider, this one moustachioed and slightly older, was given the nod by the Elder and so stepped forward. This one took off his own clothes to do the deed, and stepped nude into the soapy water. He grasped the sponge and stepped forward, and looked back to the Elder for some sort of approval.