She makes you lick her feet

You began crawling toward her. This undoubtedly pleased her, a smirk crossing her face. Just as you were about to touch her, she pushed your hand away with her foot. "Undress, bastard." You complied. You stripped naked, exposing your private parts. You had never had intimacy with a woman before, but now you had the chance to have it with a goddess in the guise of a woman. "I've walked a lot today, you know," said your mistress. "My feet are sweaty, lick them," she ordered. You obediently took her foot and began to lick it obediently, from heel to toe, not missing a single piece of her sweat-sticky but flawless skin. Then you began taking each of the queen's toes into your mouth in turn, kissing, sucking, and licking. A small moan escaped the queen, adding motivation to please her. After some time, you moved on to the second leg, worshiping it no less diligently. After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, your mouth and hands were sticky with sweat when the queen withdrew her legs. "What a good boy," she praised. "The Seven have clearly gifted you with a tongue; it would be a disappointment to leave such talent to rot in the north by the wall. You will come with me to King's Landing, you will serve me, bringing me pleasure at my command. “As my mistress commands," you humbly agreed, bowing your head.