Episode 3: The Queen's Justice

Fuck that conniving, perverted dwarf!

Jon Snow could be a valuable ally, Tyrion had said. We can give him something by giving him nothing!

Nothing! Missandei had wanted to strangle him when he said that. Her body wasn't nothing! However, she couldn't argue with his logic. The North would be a powerful ally against Cersei, and anything she could do to facilitate that alliance was a risk worth taking. Even if it meant...

It's not like Missandei hadn't done it before. She'd serviced her Masters many times, learned from the best whores money can buy how to please men. She'd just thought those days were behind her.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door to Jon's quarters open. She found the "King" of the North shaving, running a blade down his chiseled chin. He wore a loose fitting shirt and breeches, but even those couldn't hide his muscled form. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as Missandei had thought...

Jon looked surprised and confused by Missandei's arrival, putting down his razor. "Oh, I didn't expect company, Lady..."

"Missandei," she purred, closing the door behind her. "And I'm no Lady. Just an advisor to the Queen."

"Well, Missandei, what brings you here at this time of night."

"I'm here to... discuss your plans to leave Dragonstone," Missandei oozed sex appeal, walking around the room like she owned it.

"Oh, well I thought I made my plans clear to your Queen," Jon replied defensively, now eying the former **** with suspicion. "My people need me."

"Your people," Missandei chuckled, circling her prey. "And what about those who need you here?"

"Your Queen made it perfectly clear she didn't need me," Jon argued, getting a bit angry.

"Who says I meant the Queen?" Missandei shot back, smirking sexily. She was now standing in front of his bed, a quite luxurious one. She sat down on the silk blankets, crossing her legs and pushing her chest out.

Jon looked confused, finally asking "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to... convince you to stay," Missandei purred, reaching for the buttons of her blouse. "And I plan to use any..." One button down. "Means..." Two buttons. "Necessary!" Unclasping the third and final button, she shrugged off the flimsy piece of fabric, exposing her bare chest.

Missandei's nipples were hard, partially from the cold air and partially from anticipation. Her breasts were full and smooth, a personal pride of Missandei's. The Northmen seemed entranced by the beautiful globes, a smile graced his lips.

"Ah, I see," he said, grinning. "Southern hospitality, is that it?"

"Something like that..." Missandei knew she had him now, beckoning with a finger. Jon undid his buckle as he approached, his crotch level with Missandei's pretty face. She did the rest of the work, popping the buttons and sliding the breeches down his legs. She had to admit, the size of his cock had surprised her. It was big, long and thick. It wasn't the largest she'd ever handled, that still went to that **** gladiator from Qarth. As a reward for a string of victories, their mutual master had given the muscled man Missandei for a night, along with a few other girls. Her pussy still shuddered at the thought of his twelve inch monster.

"I must admit, Lord Snow, you have quite the impressive cock!" Missandei took the large member in her hands, wrapping her hand around its girth. She could feel her pussy moistening.

"King Snow," he corrected, though she could feel him hardening in her hands.

"Details, details," she giggled, before taking the tip in her mouth. The "King" couldn't contain his groan of pleasure, his hands running through Missandei's afro. Her lips glided over his length as he took him deeper and deeper. Her hands stroked his member as she blew him, her tits jiggling with each bob of her head. Though she didn't let herself show it, Missandei was a bit ashamed of herself. Not only had she thought her days as a glorified whore were over, she hated that she was enjoying this. She loved Grey Worm! Yet, she couldn't deny the fire in her loins. Something about this northerner was driving her crazy! Gods, what would my Queen think!

Daenerys couldn't sleep. She just felt so bad! How could she send her most trusted advisor to sleep with some... some rebel! Gods, it made her angry just thinking about it! How did she let Tyrion talk her into this! If anyone should be doing this, it should be... Well, obviously not her but...

Gods, why was she thinking like this! She was the rightful Queen of Westeros! Her days of whoring herself for the satisfaction of men were over. Yet... was she jealous of Missandei? Why was the thought of sharing a bed with that... that ruffian so appealing? Why was her pussy aching so horribly?

Groaning in frustration, she let a hand dip below the sheets. She slept naked, and her wandering fingers soon found their prize, rubbing and fingering her sopping wet pussy. Gods, she missed Daario!

"Get on your knees," Jon ordered, withdrawing his cock from his eager concubine's mouth. It left with a pop, a trail of saliva connecting the erect member and Missandei's open mouth. The former **** did as she was told, falling to her knees. Jon sat down on the bed, and she went back to work. She was able to deepthroat him now, the huge member snaking its way into her throat. It wasn't easy, and she still gagged a bit, but the masters had trained her well.

"Lower," the bastard groaned. Pulling off his dick, Missandei smiled. While her hand continued to stroke his length, Missandei took his large balls in her mouth. She caressed the sack with her tongue, running it over every square inch of the sensitive flesh. She slaved over those balls, sucking on each testicle, running her tongue all over it, and driving Jon mad! Not wanting to cum before sampling some of that diving Naarth ass, he regretfully pushed her off his dick.

"Mmmmmm, my lord's getting impatient, I see!" Missandei purred, licking her lips.

"Get on the bed," Jon commanded, lying down on his back. "And it's King!"

"Whatever milord says," Missandei replied, standing up. Facing away from the Northerner, she bent at the waist, pushing her pants down. Slowly, her ass was revealed to the horny bastard, her puffy dark pussy lips poking out from between her legs. Her ass was amazing, the smooth black skin like nothing Jon had ever seen. Wordlessly, Missandei crawled onto the bed, straddling the awed Jon Snow, her pussy hovering over his erect cock.

"I know you won't be leaving anytime soon, will you?" Missandei teased, keeping her pussy millimeters away from his dick. "Gods, you really want it don't you?"

Jon just smiled, then without warning grabbed her hips and pulled her down. Missandei screamed in pleasure as she was impaled on his big Northern cock.

"I'm not going anywhere," Jon growled, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her dark folds. "I can feel how wet you are. You need this as much as I do."

_He isn't wrong. _Missandei just smiled, gyrating her hips. "Maybe I do," she agreed, pulling his hands off her hips. "But if you don't play nice with my Queen, you'll never find out." Before Jon could respond, Missandei began riding him, bouncing up and down on his bastard cock. Jon just tilted his head back and groaned, thrusting up to meet the skilled slut. Her breasts bounced freely, only turning Jon on more. Her nipples were hard as rock, and her cunt was dripping wet.

Turning around, she rode him reverse cowgirl. She knew men drooled over her ass, and wanted to show it off. And what a sight to behold, Missandei's full, juicy ass bouncing on Jon's cock. His hands groped and squeezed the succulant brown flesh, loving every square inch of it. The former **** was having fun too, the Northern cock filling her to the brim. He pleasured her in ways she had forgotten were possible, making her skin tingle, making her writhe and moan.

It didn't take long for Missandei to come.

She had to cover her mouth, or she would have woken the entire castle. Jon's entire length impaled her as she came, squirting all over his cock. Her juices ran down his stiff length and drenched his balls, only turning him on further. Missandei didn't miss a baet, though, continuing to ride him like a pro. She even sped up, shaking her ass even faster over his thick cock.

A minute or two later and it was Jon's turn. He couldn't last inside a goddess like Missandei! When she felt him getting close, she hopped off and jerked him to his climax. Her soft, dark hands made short work of Jon, and grunting, he sprayed his seed all over her beautiful tits. Load after load poured out of the Northerner, this being the first time he'd came in a while. The cum covered her smooth brown tits, one strand landing on her chin.

"Fucking hell!" Jon groaned as the last drop hit Misandei's beautiful skin.

"Mmmmmm," Missandei moaned, scooping a glob of it into her mouth. "Salty."

"By the old gods, you are such a wonderful slut!" Jon praised, spanking her ass as she climbed off the bed. She gathered her discarded clothing and redressed, sadly getting cum all over her nice blouse.

"Well, I hope we've reached an agreement," Missandei said calmly, once again the Queen's advisor.

"Hey, I'm not going anywhere," Jon laughed, pulling his pants up. "Though we may need to renegotiate soon!"

Missandei just smiled at his joke, bowing her head slightly. "Goodnight, Lord Snow." Jon didn't even try and correct her as Missandei left the room, making her way to the Queen's quarters.

The advisor didn't bother knocking, barging into Daenerys' room. She was glad she did, interrupting her Queen in a most embarrassing situation. Her blankets had been discarded, Dany's naked body on display. Two fingers were jammed up her cunt, a dildo up her ass. She was furiously fingering herself, muttering to herself as she did. She looked shocked when the door opened. However, when she noticed it was Missandei, she just smiled.

"How did the meeting with Jon go?"

"Well, your grace, it would be better if I just showed you..."