Daenerys tells you to kiss Sansa's chest

“Come on, spy.” The queen says. “We know what you’re thinking about. Kiss them.” Feeling the blade menacingly touch your stomach, you press your lips to Sansa’s breasts, kissing them again and again. Your crotch arches unwillingly, and Daenerys grins as she feels the pressure against her bottom. The queen moves to your side, pushing your underwear to your knees with her foot, leaving your swollen length revealed. Sansa climbs off you as well, her long legs swung across your chest.

“How about we give him an ultimatum?” The redhead utters, her feet now roaming across your torso.

“Mhm.” Agreed the Targarayen.

“We could.”