Rhaenys Targaryen

Rhaenys wrestled her aunt onto the bed, keeping her head locked between her arm and biceps.

Daenerys kept fighting against Rhaenys' grip, not knowing who was attacking her in the middle of the night.

She had just left her bath after spending hours in the heat, pleasuring herself. Then, when she had entered her bedroom, as naked as the day she was born, Rhaenys had jumped on her.

Daenerys was four years younger than Rhae, and despite the fact that she was her aunt, Rhaenys had often fantasized about her.

Dany was a beauty to behold, naked with a thin fuzz of hair above her tight cunt, Drops of oil still clung to her hard nipples, and her ass was firm and round.

The eighteen year old kept struggeling, as her niece managed to chain her right arm to her bed, the left one following not soon after.

With her hands secured and out of the way, Rhaenys took a step back to admire the shape of Dany's breasts.

Her nipples looked so **** and soft, so exposed.

Rhae couldn't wait to put a nice pair of nipple clamps on them. Would Dany scream? Shout? Or would she like it?

Dany kept struggling against her bindings until Rhaenys decided that her aunt would need leg restraints as well.

She had thought long about what to use on her young and pretty aunt. She deserved only the best bondage tools.

At first Rhaenys had thought about fixing a leg spreader between her ankles and soft thighs. They would keep her nice and spread, but it seemed too plain.

When Rhaenys tied up her brothers and left them out of their chastity cages, she used leg spreaders for them. So they could not resist when she teased them and denied them the permission to cum.

But Dany was different. Her soft thighs demanded to be spread in a different way. They seemed too pretty to be covered in Iron manacles.

Rhaenys shook her head. Daenerys was a petite and girl, silk would be enough to keep her tied up securely. And if she changed her mind, the Iron manacles were always there.

While Daenerys struggled, Rhaenys gripped her leg and **** it down onto the bed, before tying it to the corner with a silken scarf. She watched Daenerys' thighs tense and flex, but she was unable to escape the bondage.

Pleased, Rhaenys tied Dany's other leg to the opposing corner, leaving her legs wide spread and open to her.