So there was this great GOT fight on hostboard called a Fight for Westeros. It was never completed but recently, a friend and I found it and did our best to complete it.
We finished the first section, and are thinking about progressing to the second part. In the second part, a bunch of new contestants show up and the fight goes from a 3-person FFA to an 8 person FFA. We also intend to have them fight on the Painted Table of Dragonstone (literally, a fight for westeros).
We are thinking about bringing a couple of new people to work on this project. This is really a just for fun project so feel free to join us if you are interested (a rudimentary understanding of the geography of westeros is preferred but not required)
As you can see, this is still far from the final draft. A lot of dialogue needs to be added and reworked to fit the characters, so plz be gentle on the criticism
The Dragon Queen and her confidant waited outside Kings Landing, where a raven had been sent with a message.
If I gave the word, my army would destroy this city, my dragons roast you in your beds. But enough blood has been shed. Whichever of the many Queens I have heard lay claim to my crown, I give you the opportunity to fight for it. With your fists and your claws and your teeth. With all of your heart.
"You know I would gladly be your champion, Khaleesi," Missandei said.
Dany smiled. The former slave's loyalty gave her strength. "I've heard so many rumors from inside the city. It could be that more than one woman answers the challenge. If that is the case I'd be proud to have you fight beside me."
Cersei and Margaery had not always seen eye to eye, as a matter of fact the opposite was in most cases true but now they were united in their willingness to maintain some semblance of order in Kings Landing, meaning a temporary truce had been set up and the two women came out together, focused on winning this battle against the Dragon queen.
Dany watched from the entrance of her tent as the two women made the long walk through her army. Their heads were held high.
"They are brave, at least. And they are two. It seems you will get to fight alongside me." She looked slyly at Missandei, whose nipples had grown hard at the sight of their foes. Cersei and Margaery were almost within earshot now. She wanted her advisor's opinion before they could hear it; Missandei read body language well. "Tell me your thoughts."
"The Lady Margaery is beautiful and seductive. I would not trust her with any man I cared for."
"And Cersei Lannister?" Dany's voice was cold. Just the name in her mouth roused her anger. "What of her?"
"She is cruel and full of hate," Missandei said. "Khaleesi, the two of them do not trust each other."
Dany saw that in the way that neither wanted to move aside for the other as they entered the tent. Once they were all inside, Dany's guard left and let the flaps fall closed behind him to give them privacy. Torches burned in the corners of the vast space. Dany's bed was at the back but before them were two shallow circular pits dug into the earth. One was bare, and the other was lined and filled with oil, glistening in the torchlight.
"Since you were courageous enough to answer me I will allow you to choose how you wish to fight us," Dany said. "But you will feel my claws rake across your backs. And you will kneel before me and acknowledge me as your queen." She stripped down to a thin linen chemise, the thrill of the imminent combat tingling in her body. Dany watched from the entrance of her tent as the two women made the long walk through her army. Their heads were held high.
"They are brave, at least. And they are two. It seems you will get to fight alongside me." She looked slyly at Missandei, whose nipples had grown hard at the sight of their foes. Cersei and Margaery were almost within earshot now. She wanted her advisor's opinion before they could hear it; Missandei read body language well. "Tell me your thoughts."
"The Lady Margaery is beautiful and seductive. I would not trust her with any man I cared for."
"And Cersei Lannister?" Dany's voice was cold. Just the name in her mouth roused her anger. "What of her?"
"She is cruel and full of hate," Missandei said. "Khaleesi, the two of them do not trust each other."
Dany saw that in the way that neither wanted to move aside for the other as they entered the tent. Once they were all inside, Dany's guard left and let the flaps fall closed behind him to give them privacy. Torches burned in the corners of the vast space. Dany's bed was at the back but before them were two shallow circular pits dug into the earth. One was bare, and the other was lined and filled with oil, glistening in the torchlight.
"Since you were courageous enough to answer me I will allow you to choose how you wish to fight us," Dany said. "But you will feel my claws rake across your backs. And you will kneel before me and acknowledge me as your queen." She stripped down to a thin linen chemise, the thrill of the imminent combat tingling in her body. "I would rather die than see a filthy Dothraki slut like you sit on the throne!" Cersei spits out angrily. Dany raises a careful eyebrow but does not rise to the bait. Margaery keeps quiet, instead choosing to examine their opponents, taking in not just their hardened bodies but also noting the steely determination in their eyes. She realizes what she had suspected, that this will be no easy fight.
"I do not believe that you answered my question, how do you wish to fight?" Dany again queries, glancing over at Missandei with a faint hint of smile on her lips.
Cersei and Margaery both look at each other at the same time, not sure what to say. Now the smile on Dany's face is wide and open. "You may confer if you wish." She says. "That will not be necessary." Margaery announces decisively, "You appear to have given us a perfect setting, I propose that we take advantage of this and battle two on two in the pits, which we do not mind. I see no sense in burdening ourselves with any troublesome rules, after all this is war." There is a noticeable tightening in the blonde Lannisters lips at this but she nods nonetheless in agreement.
The two women then strip down to their own simple garments in preparation, "I must say, I'm intrigued as to which pit you will pick." Margaery says, the light of the torches illuminating her face. Dany smiles, knowing she is being judged as she ponders her options. Dany's underwear clung to her thighs. Those thighs, hard from years of riding, would crush the heads or waists of the pampered Westerosi, Missandei thought. The Khaleesi's advisor stripped to her underwear and felt no shame, only pride, as Margaery and Cersei appraised her. Her body was a match for them just as Dany's was.
The Dragon Queen climbed into the oil pit and immediately slipped slightly. Missandei turned her head and smiled and saw the Lady Tyrell do the same. In another world they would surely have been friends. "You ask me to choose so I have chosen," Dany said. "Dirt and filth is the domain of Lannisters and Tyrells and so we will fight in the oil and I will bury you both under my arse, a finer resting place than you deserve." Her nostrils flared and her chest heaved as she stood there, beautiful in her anger.
Along with the two Westerosi, Missandei stepped the short distance down into the pit. She wiggled her toes experimentally in the oil. Once the fighting started it would be close to impossible to maintain her balance. They had lined up blondes in opposition to blondes. Margaery bent down and scooped up a handful of oil to rub across her chest and thighs while Cersei scowled in response to Dany's threat. "You diseased whore, the arse you boast of is a repository for Dothraki cocks."
"Better that than for my brother's," Dany snapped back.
They lunged for each other with growls that turned to gasps as their feet went from under them. They fell, rolling in the oil. Missandei watched for a moment, then slipped trying to reach Margaery, snatched a handful of the Tyrell Rose's hair and dragged her down so there were two warring pairs in the goop. Missandei's thin chemise quickly absorbed the oil and plastered itself to her body, as did Margaery's. Their hair was the only thing they could grip that didn't slip so they tugged on that hard enough for their eyes to water. Soon their hair was soaked too. They bumped against Cersei and Dany and Missandei finished up back to back with the blonde Lannister. Their clothes had ridden up above their hips in the fighting and their oily rumps pressed together with a slurp. Even as she fought off Margaery's effort to dig a knee into her sex Missandei tried to pummel Cersei's rear end with her own. A burning anger was rising from Cersei's depths, the lion was stirring and it would not be denied. 'How dare this slut even attempt to attack her; the Queen Regent, cunning and ruthless in equal measure, pride of the Lannister household and feared throughout the seven kingdoms. But that it was was happening and Cersei had no intention of letting it pass. She tore at this pretenders body, targeting anywhere she felt would hurt, a whirlwind of fury. She felt Dany wilt before her, stunned at the ferocious nature of her attack.
At least, that had been the plan. It was an admirable plan as well but it was thwarted by the presence of the oil which sent Cersei tumbling the moment she lunged for her hated rival. Thankfully, it was the same for Dany, the two proud women looked almost comical as they skidded towards each other but they did meet in the end, both determined to destroy the other.
They rolled together, each ripping at each others hair, tearing out blonde locks wherever possible, Dany would yank Cersei's head to the left sharply, bring a yelp from her lips, this would then be countered by Cersei hauling Dany's head to the right, causing equal damage. This continued for what seemed like an age to the combatants but in reality was only a matter of seconds, until Cersei came up with a plan. She got a gleam in her eye as she suddenly slammed a closed fist into the Dragon Queens throat.
Dany stopped struggling against Cersei as her hands went to her neck for her lungs seemed to fail her and she could not draw breath. The Lannister smiled and leant in close, "You're no match for me whore." She whispered. Suddenly she paused and whirled round, she had felt Missandei's wet body pressed against her back. The former slaves wriggling disturbing her rhythm. Her lower half was then bumped forward, Missandei's jostling having an effect. Dany noticed this as she lay, realizing that despite her current poor predicament, here was an opportunity, she brought her knee up and the timing was perfect, Cersei's arse was again knocked, it's momentum stopped immediately when it connected with the raised kneecap. Cersei screamed. Unbelievable agony erupted from her treasured cxnt and Dany found pleasure from this, giving her new strength as she found herself suddenly able to breathe again. 'Just in time' She thought.
Missandei heard the unearthly howl coming from behind her and she knew her queen had landed a blow. Margaery also heard and better than that, she saw as Cersei suffered that devastating attack. She winced for her ally. This was all the encouragement that Missandei needed, she renewed her own assault on Tyrell, not allowing her any space as they grappled with each other but Margaery was not to be unsettled so easily. She rolled away from Missandei, forcing her to follow when she shot out a kick that connected powerfully with Missandei's flat stomach. Cersei thought herself a lioness but she was still a woman, and Dany knew well how to hurt a woman. She stripped the Lannister blonde of her oil-soaked undergarments, making sure to rake her nails the length of Cersei's back, from her rump to her shoulders, as she did so. The nude Lioness hissed as oil and sweat oozed into the red lines Dany had scored on her skin, but her hands still tended to her cxnt.
Good, Dany thought.
The Dragon Queen mounted Cersei's bareback. Her arse slid in the oil to rest in the hollow above Cersei's own rear, which had reddened from the rough contact with Missandei's backside. Dany stripped off her chemise and twisted it into a thin strip, slick with oil, that she looped over Cersei's head and pulled back until it slipped into her mouth, between her teeth. Before she could beat Cersei, Dany first wanted to humiliate her. "What kind of lioness allows herself to be bridled and ridden like the meekest of mares?" The Khaleesi taunted her foe as she pulled on the two ends in her hands, stretching the material taut inside Cersei's mouth. This had the effect of lifting Cersei's head up, so Dany could better hear her gasps as the oil ran down her throat and she struggled to avoid choking on it. "I've sat on beaten mules that have shown more fire in their hearts than you, Cersei Lannister." Dany reared up as if she might break Cersei's back but slid off into the oil with a slurp and a splat.
She wiped the liquid from her face and swore at what she saw. On the far edge of the pit the Tyrell Rose had Missandei pinned body to body, both of them nude and glistening with oil in the torchlight. Their legs were spread wide apart, pale skin shiny atop darker. Margaery stretched Missandei's groin and the former slave whimpered in agony.
"You will find me a sterner challenge than the Queen Regent," Margaery purred, turning her head to smile at Dany. The shadows danced across her body.
"I found my last meal a sterner challenge than the Queen Regent," Dany sneered. "I doubt you will prove any different." "I'll be back for you." Hissed Margaery to the pathetic wreck that had once been Missandei. She rose up gracefully, the oil dripping off her body like rain. "First, I must deal with you." She said speaking to Dany and she made her way over to the blonde, careful not to slip along the way. Dany watched her come, her face showing no emotion, just absolute calmness and certainty of victory. "As much as I enjoyed playing with your pet, I think it's time now for you to kneel before me." Margaery said, her voice taunting Dany, who looked past her and saw where Missandei still lay and her heart went out to the poor woman but any sentimentality was quickly brushed aside, she had a job to do now and she intended to do it.
They stood face to face at last, the intensity of their stares would have made lesser people run for the hills but these were no ordinary women. Then the silence was broke as Dany aimed a slap with her right hand that had the Tyrell ducking but it was just a ruse and was followed by the Targaryen girl's left hand coming in a crude uppercut that hammered into Margaery's chin, not quite knocking her off her feet but certainly dazing her. "Perhaps you'll be even easier than the Lannister bitch to tame?" Dany wonders out loud. She grasps the lush brunette hair of the shocked Margaery and drags her head until it rests in between the twin towers of Dany's legs. Margaery's hands swing uselessly by her sides. Dany takes a moment to appreciate the ease of this demolition so far before she snaps her thighs shut and they begin to squeeze round Margaery's neck. The Tyrell's hands clench into fists and she reaches up and tries to pry open the Khaleesi's legs but she may as well have tried to move a mountain for all the progress she makes.
"Is this the best that King's Landing can send against me?" Dany proclaims as she holds her arms aloft. Margaery is thrashing around, despairing in her efforts to escape but ultimately futile. Dany is pleased to see it though, she feels invincible watching her struggles. It is this sense of invincibility that is her downfall though as she is not alert to the slick sound of the oil as Cersei slithers over on her belly to rest at her feet, more snake than lioness and then the Queen regent sinks her teeth deep into the Khaleesi's ankle. Margaery's weight might have been gone but Missandei still felt the Tyrell woman's presence and it cowed her. She lay on her back in a fog, the cloying rose petal fragrance in her nostrils. Gradually she became aware of the cries of pain coming from the other side of the pit, and of who was giving voice to them. "Khaleesi," she groaned, rolling onto her side with an oily splat.
Cersei and Margaery had the Dragon Queen in dire straits. The Tyrell Rose lay with her legs around Dany's head, the hard pale thighs that had tried to tear the former slave's groin now working to crush her Khaleesi's skull. Dany's face was out of sight; Margaery's hands were twisted cruelly in her tangle of soaked blonde hair, pulling and jerking to hold her in place. The Queen Regent, the blonde lioness Cersei Lannister, straddled Dany's calves, in behind her upturned rump. Dany's backside was trapped high in the air, shiny with oil, gleaming. She was defenseless against Cersei's nails as they tore at her cxnt and arsehole. "A whore's weapons are easy to ruin," Cersei said, her face lit up with hatred in the torchlight.
Slowly Missandei dragged herself to her hands and knees. The oil had soaked the frizz from her hair and caused it to hang round her face as she crawled to where Dany was being tortured by the two Westerosi. She tossed her head and the heavy locks slapped against her back. Cersei heard the sound and held her fingers up where Missandei could see them. "Would you like to taste your filthy Queen, slave?" the Lannister noblewoman taunted her.
Margaery sighed and said "Stop mocking the poor woman and finish her off while she is still weak!" Cersei became angry at this admonishment from Margaery and she said "Why don't you go do it if it's so important?" Margaery looked at Cersei with scorn, as if she was a stupid child that needed everything explained to her, "...Because I am currently occupied with holding the other one down, my actions have a purpose other than satisfying my cruel nature." Cersei snarled and near shouted at her ally "Why you little bitch! You're nothing but a common whore compared to me."
Anyone who would have had the pleasure of being a fly on the wall during that day would have seen what was coming, anyone but the two women who were suddenly at each others throats, Missandei watched with glee as they descended into anarchy and she took her chance. First, a simple scratch from the pretty neck of Margaery Tyrell all the way down to her beautiful backside, which was then torn asunder by the sharp claws of Missandei. Margaery feels the red marks beginning to form immediately and she spins and lashes out a wild hand but it is easily dodged and then she tastes blood as a hard punch lands, thudding into her cheekbone. Missandei moves quickly on and lunges at Cersei knocking her off her Khaleesi and so freeing Dany from the two, just as Dany had once freed her in Astapor. How close had Dany been to her doom? Close enough for the Tyrell Rose's fragrance to still linger in her nostrils, and for the damage Cersei's fingers had done below her waist to have caused her to bleed. The Queen Regent was on her back and scrambling to right herself after Missandei barreled into her. Dany slopped her way over on her knees and pushed the Lioness of Casterly Rock into the oil by her shoulders and straddled her. The hate the Targaryen Queen felt for Cersei, for all of the Lannisters, burst like red flame in her chest.
"You vicious whore without honour. You foul woman. You have woken the Dragon."
Dany drew her fist back and punched Cersei in the face, slamming her head to the side in a spray of oil and slap of sopping blonde hair. The Lannister noblewoman straightened, Dany punched her again, mashing her lip to her gum. Next time bloodying her nose. A rain of punches that battered the proud and cruel lioness into a stupor. Dany stopped and sat up straight, her magnificent breasts heaving as she sucked in gulps of air. She started to look around for Missandei, her most faithful of friends, her saviour, when like a fairytale monster Cersei stirred beneath her. Bloodied and hurt but refusing to stay down, Cersei didn't intend to languish for long below a woman who she considered to be the most dangerous and strong in Westeros, not that she would ever admit that to another living soul. She had seen first hand the damage that those muscular legs could do and worried for her safety, ignored any lingering dizziness she felt and bit down with those razor sharp teeth of hers once again, last time it had only been an ankle that she had targeted, this time it was Dany's cxnt. Revenge was the thought that burnt bright at the forefront of Cersei's mind, consuming her thoughts. She was like an animal acting purely on instinct, guided by anger. She had Dany by her cxnt lips and shook her head around furiously as a dog might, maximizing the value of her attack. A high pitched wail echoed around the tent as the Dragon was humbled by the Lion, the pain was unlike anything Dany had ever known. She forgot what she was doing, where she was, there was nothing except unbearable agony.
The sound was picked up on by the other two competitors, who were involved in a back and forth battle with each other that had them both grappling on their knees, this noise however was enough to stop them immediately. The contrasting fortunes of the women's partners had Margaery satisfied but Missandei aghast. She wanted to go and help her queen but it was impossible to do while Margaery still was active. The Tyrell Rose was emboldened and with a new found vigour, tore into her opponent, she found a nice grip in Missandei's oil wet hair and held her head up in a perfect way for her to punch her features, giving the ex slave a bit that would certainly lead to a black eye, followed by a thunderous blow that rattled teeth and sent Missandei sprawling back into the oil. The Rose of Highgarden reached back and wiped her palm over her pert rump. She looked at the red streak on her hand, the result of Missandei's gouging nails, and nodded her beautiful head. "Never let anyone say you were not an attractive woman, Missandei," the Tyrell noblewoman said earnestly as she formed her hands into fists and slid to her knees next to Missandei's naked body. "After what I do to you people will forget you were once a beauty, but any man would have been proud to take you into his bed. Many women, too."
The former slave stared back groggily. She could taste blood on her lip where Margaery had hit her, and through the pounding in her skull she could hear the screams of her queen as Cersei Lannister tore at her sex. "Please... Cersei, she despises you. She will betray you.... Please." Missandei croaked.
For answer Margaery punched the dark-skinned advisor between the legs, little white-tipped knuckles grinding Missandei's wiry hair into her cxnt lips. From their Margaery's assault took in all of her body: her full round breasts; her beautiful face; her abdominals and thigh muscles, iron hard hard from years of living on horseback. Missandei gurgled and blacked out as the pain overwhelmed her, keening for her Khaleesi as they suffered together against these cruel Westerosi torturers. "Believe me, I am well aware of Cersei Lannister's true nature. I trust your Dragon Queen to do her part, but either way, that loathsome bitch's reign ends here." Margaery knelt in a straddle of her downed foe, facing her crotch. Missandei saw the daughter of Highgarden's blooming sex, her crinkled pucker shiny with oil. "My admirers tell me I smell of roses but I know that is only their flattery. Still, I trust I am not unpleasant." Only as Margaery lowered her arse did Missandei realize the screaming on the other side of the pit had stopped. Missandei was hopeful of positive developments as a result of the sudden silence from around her but this was soon snuffed out by the presence of Margaery Tyrell's arse on her face, her vision reduced to black and her other senses engulfed, the sweet yet sweaty smell of Margaery's body, the feel of her conqueror scraping her backside against her face as she looked for that perfect fit where Missandei would be fully crushed. She found it. Missandei's nose slotted soundly into Margaery's cxnt and her mouth was puckered up against her arse, leaving Missandei no breath save the not unpleasant but unwanted stench of Margaery Tyrell's sweet nether regions. It was at this moment that Margaery also seemed to notice the conspicuous absence of noise and she looked around to see Dany sitting up, with her hands cupping her crotch while Cersei lay beside her, unmoving. She smiled to herself, thinking that the Khaleesi had certainly done her part.
The Targaryen Queen rose wearily to her knees. The duel between the Lioness and the Dragon had been a brutal one. Cersei's breasts and belly bled from row upon row of scratches where Dany's nails had torn at them in trying to free her cxnt from the Lioness' jaws. Under the coating of oil the Lannister woman's face was swollen from Dany's rain of punches.
"Your companion makes for a comfortable seat. But I am looking for something with rather more lineage. You will do nicely, Daenerys Stormborn." The Rose of Highgarden pushed up from Missandei's face, which stuck sadly to Margaery's smothering backside before falling back into the oil with a soft squelch. The Tyrell Queen smirked at the Targaryen, her eyes dropping to Dany's crotch. "You must be glad we aren't about to fuck. Cersei has ruined you, it seems."
With difficulty Dany tore her eyes away from her beaten friend. They roamed across Margaery Tyrell's nudity, her proud breasts and narrow waist. A Rose in full bloom. "You are not easy to pin down. I said I would not lower myself to fight you in the dirt but I have changed my mind. You may not be a Lannister but you belong in the filth all the same, Lady Tyrell."
Before she climbed out of the pit Dany stopped to spit in Cersei's unconscious face and watched with amusement as Margaery did the same. Dripping oil, they stepped into the pit of dry earth. Dany felt the dirt stick to the soles of her feet and knew they would be coated in it once they went down.
Margaery admired Dany's resilience, she had seen her take no small amount of punishment in a short space of time but still she had a regal elegance to her movements which were slow and decisive even as she climbed down into the pit, her firm rear jiggling ever so slightly as she stepped down. Glancing around, the Dragon Queen caught the direction of her gaze and her mouth curled upwards in a personal victory. "If you're ready to give up now, you can seat yourself under there now, I know you would like to." She offered and Margaery shook herself out of her stupor, proclaiming Dany's words ridiculous and making her even more determined than ever to defeat this smug whore. She followed the actions of her opponent carefully, matching her every move as they faced off and began to circle around the pit, constantly seeking that opportunity, the moment that would signify the true beginning of this showdown.
It came when the Khaleesi, tiring of this game, sped up her paces and the Tyrell Rose in trying to respond in kind rushed her own steps, thus getting her feet stuck in the mud, a minor trip, one would say it was barely worth mentioning but it was everything in a situation like this. Dany leapt on the misstep and kicked out at that leg that had led to the stumble and despite Margaery's best efforts to shift herself quickly, Dany was fast enough and successfully her foot cracked into a hard yet sensitive shin. A most unwomanlike grunt escaped Margaery's lips and she hopped out of range before Dany's advantage could be pressed and warily she eyed her blonde haired rival with hate. "You'll regret that!" She hissed. The dirt under their feet was fast turning to mud as the oil and sweat ran off their magnificent nude bodies. The Rose of Highgarden limped and soon her skin would show a bruise, but of the four women in the fight she was the least damaged. She slid her fingers through the oil on her breast and flung it in the Dragon Queen's face. Dany blinked and shook her head and in the brief moment that she was blinded Margaery attacked. She punched Daenerys Targaryen in the breast, close to where her heart was. Dany groaned deep and stumbled; Margaery's next, an uppercut, knocked the Meerenese Queen on her firm arse in the dirt, tasting blood.
In the oil pit, Missandei returned to consciousness with the odor of the Tyrell Rose in her nostrils. Her Khaleesi and the Lady Margaery were out of sight, fighting on the floor of the adjacent pit. Missandei began to crawl slowly through the oil. She had climbed to the grassy floor of the tent when a hand clutched at her calf. "Slave. You stink of that smirking whore." Cersei Lannister pulled herself up Missandei's body until she was plastered to the advisor's back. Missandei gathered her strength to battle again, this time with the aging Lioness her Khaleesi hated so. She used the oil to squirm her powerful body until she was eye to eye with the Queen Regent, staring into Cersei's swollen and bruised face. All of the aches and pains of the fight seemed to evaporate as the Targaryen Queen was sent reeling by Margaery's fists. The Tyrell woman had always had lofty ambitions but never had they seemed more achievable than now, with Daenerys on her back and looking as though this was one battle too far for her. The Rose offered Dany a knowing smile, she had sympathy for the girl, she had put up a good fight but now she had to end it. She put her foot on Dany's throat before a confused look passed across her face as she found herself being suddenly upended as Dany whipped her arms up and grabbed her foot, simultaneously spinning her lithe body round, clattering into Margaery's standing leg. They were now both in the dirt, the Khaleesi had expended more energy than Margaery but also had the element of surprise which meant she was able to move up and straddle the Rose in a remarkable turnaround.
A short distance away, unbeknownst to them, another battle was taking place between the previously vanquished Cersei Lannister and Missandei. Both were looking worse for their own efforts and it was a struggle for them to rouse themselves but pride and determination are good motivation and neither was willing to back down. Cersei glared at Missandei, saying "Your Mistress may have got lucky but you're all mine slave!" Missandei smiled at her pathetic misunderstanding of what she and Dany had and threw her dark skinned body forward, where it collided with the white skin of the Lannister and their still oily bodies slid against one another, in the latest of a series of mini battles that would define the war. As a child Missandei had been captured and taken from her home, sold as a slave and then rescued by her Khaleesi. Cersei Lannister had been raised to be Queen, had killed one King and birthed another, and lived all her life in finery. But when they fought, naked in the oil, their upbringings no longer mattered. And for that matter who would have believed that the wildcat, the blonde Lioness whose snapping jaws chewed on Missandei's glorious buttocks while her nails tore bloody streaks across the dusky beauty's thighs, who would have believed that it was she who had been raised at Casterly Rock and not out in the desert amongst the misery of the slave cities?
Still, through her agony Missandei crawled and dragged herself toward her Queen. She fell into the mud and dirt with Cersei still mounting her, the tangled pair landing in the pit with a heavy thud. Dany's straddle had become a crushing headscissors. The Rose of Highgarden's bare body stretched out in the oily filth. Her knees dug trenches as she squirmed to make the headscissors a mutual one, though the Dragon Queen had so far fought her off.
Missandei twisted until her rump was finally free of Cersei's teeth. She met Dany's eye and the two women shared a moment of agonized understanding. To turn the fight to their advantage the twin pairs should become one tangled ball of four, where the dislike the Westerosi women had for each other could boil up to the surface. Margaery Tyrell's arse loomed in front of Missandei, firm mud-spattered rump meat jiggling as she fought the headscissors. Missandei lifted Cersei by the hair and butted her, then pushed the Queen Regent's face down against her daughter-in-law's bum, her nose forced to probe the sweaty crevice where the Rose's scent was strongest.
Through cracked and bloody lips, the Dragon Queen and her faithful friend shared a smile. Sudden, consuming darkness and the smell of sweat. It took Cersei a moment to realize what was happening. Her senses overrun by the Tyrell's scent. She was utterly disgusted. Missandei was not content to let her rest there and she scrubbed the blondes face against the depths of Margaery's arse vehemently, forcing the Queen Regent to inhale more of the Rose.
This was an ordeal for Cersei but also for Margaery, who was shocked at the sudden feeling of her rear being assaulted, making her feel deeply uncomfortable. Furthermore, once Cersei tried to scream at Missandei to "Let her the fuck go!", it came out as muffled due to any noise being absorbed by the Highgarden lady and the reverberations from this echoed inside her. It wasn't unpleasant but certainly off putting and she arched her back and so she found herself wriggling further into the crushing headscissors that Dany had applied to her.
Throughout this all, Dany and Missandei were smirking and when the latter released Cersei, she was in a vengeful mood, she scratched and tore into the soft flesh of Margaery's cheeks and thighs, nails raking across the Roses body in any way possible. She was determined to destroy the arse that had smothered her, regardless of who it belonged to, madness had overcome her, just as had been planned by the scheming Khaleesi and her cunning advisor. After what had come to pass that night Daenerys had no love for the beautiful Rose of Highgarden, still she would not allow Cersei Lannister the opportunity to use her nails unencumbered against anyone. Dany gave up her headscissors and kicked Margaery away from her. She sat back in the mud and watched the two Westerosi in their desperate fight.
"You cocksucking whore. I'll rip up your cxnt like I did that Targaryen slut," Cersei screamed.
They were covered in oily filth. The scratches they inflicted on each other were red streaks in the dirt of their pale bodies. Set free of the prison of the Khaleesi's thighs, the Tyrell Rose aimed to prick the Lioness's paw with a thorn. Over and over they rolled in the dirt, tearing at hair and breast and belly and anus and sex. Margaery matched Cersei's hate with her own. "You mean old bitch. If you return to King's Landing it will be on your hands and knees behind me like a dog." She pressed her forearm to Cersei's throat and Cersei choked. Her bruised and swollen face turned red.
The Dragon Queen and Missandei enjoyed the precious moments to rest their weary bodies and sooth their many aches. Dany managed a smile despite the sting of the oil and mud on her wounds. "It seems so far I am the only one to avoid a meeting with Margaery Tyrell's bottom," she teased, as Lannister and Tyrell exchanged echoing slaps.
"The Lady Tyrell has a beautiful body, Khaleesi. Are you sure you do not wish to see more of it?" Missandei's reply was equally jocular. Dany's heart swelled with affection for her brave advisor, who had been so thoroughly thrashed by the Highgarden Rose but was still able to make light her hurt.
"I have seen as much as I wish. I need you to defend me, Missandei." Dany was suddenly solemn. Painfully she rose to her feet. Margaery and Cersei had brawled to an exhausted standstill, flat out on their backs, dirty chests heaving. With a grunt of tired effort Dany jumped in the air and let the weight of her pale, fleshy thigh come down on the Lioness's chest with a spatter and a thud.
Margaery was unsure of why her newest enemy, Cersei Lannister was suddenly screaming but as she lay on her back, staring up at the nondescript roof of the tent she realized she didn't care. She would be perfectly happy to let that whore suffer eternal pain and besides she was far too tired to do anything about it, even if she tried. She was so exhausted, both physically and mentally that her brain did not comprehend that if Cersei was being attacked by someone, that she could well be next and so as such, it was to her a stunning shock when the light of the torches, flickering around them disappeared, giving way to darkness, the darkness of Missandei's vengeful arse which now was all she could see.
Missandei had expected to have to fight to protect the Khaleesi but she had watched with satisfaction as Dany set about to beating Cersei to a pulp, the blonde unable to stop her relentless blows. The best part was that Margaery seemed totally uninterested in helping her former partner and simply remained flat on her back, chest rising and falling in a regular rhythm as the only indication that she was active in this world at all. This opportunity was too good to pass on, she snuck over and fighting back the urge to gloat and alert the Rose of Highgarden to her presence, placed her arse over Margaery's face. Missandei moved her hips slightly, adjusting her body so that Margaery Tyrell's nose found a home in the oil and mud and sweat within the crack of her arse. In truth she had perhaps been outfought by the valiant Rose of Highgarden, who had bloodied her mouth and blackened her eye, but no matter, she would keep this seat warm until it was time for her Khaleesi to take a turn.
Cersei Lannister's regal features were swollen into a gruesome mask. Dany hauled her upright by the hair and she stood in the dirt and spat blood from her mouth before raising her fists. A Lioness was not easily defeated.
"Your partner is beaten, Lannister," Dany said, her own fists ready in front of her face. "I would like nothing more than to continue with your destruction, but I am prepared to be merciful. Are you prepared to beg."
The Queen Regent sneered. "Beg for mercy from a Dothraki cock sucker? I am a Lannister of Casterly Rock. After you scream your surrender under my arse I'll have you sent to the Wall. You can serve as whore to those bastards who defend it."
Dany raised an eyebrow at Missandei, who remained seated atop the Rose of Highgarden face. They shared a smile at their remaining foe's arrogance. "I do believe this Lannister whore wishes to continue fighting," Dany said.
"That is my understanding, Khaleesi."
So the Dragon Queen continued her brutal work, beating Cersei senseless with her pale fists. When a hard punch to the gut put the Lioness on her knees Dany forced her to all fours and sat astride her filthy back, slapping at her arse and laughing as the aging flesh shook in a humiliating fashion.
"I would give you to my men but I fear they would turn up their noses if I presented them with this," she taunted.
Cersei Lannister spat in the mud and ran her tongue along her teeth before answering. “Your men already have a place to spend their seed. One man in particular. Doesn’t he, slave?”
The Khaleesi sat up straighter, her magnificent body tensing. There was something in the lioness’ tone that gave her pause. Something that made the words sound more than the babbling of a desperate woman. She reached her hand back and dug a muddy finger into her Lannister mount’s snatch. “Speak more clearly than that, you hateful bitch, or your brother will need to find a new way to show his affection.”
Cersei bore this new savagery with a growl, but Missandei jumped from her perch, her beautiful face wide with alarm. “Don’t listen to her, Khaleesi. Her only wish is to hurt you.”
Perhaps it was because the last Targaryen had been so often betrayed, and so had come to learn something of deceit, Dany felt something off in her advisor’s accent and climbed off her beaten foe. She waded through the mud until she was so close to her faithful advisor that their breasts touched. The Dragon Queen felt the press of Missandei’s nipples as a different form of challenge, not to her right to rule Westeros, but to her worth as a woman. A dark weight seemed to form in her chest. “Explain her words,” she said sternly.
Somehow the scribe had lost her tongue, and shifted her eyes uncomfortably away from Daenerys. That and the trembling of the Summer Islander’s nipples, passed onto Daenerys through their breasts, gave the Targaryen queen all the confirmation she needs.
“Who?” Asked Dany sternly, even though somewhere deep down she already knew the answer. “Answer me, your queen COMMANDS it.”
“Why, a charming sellsword with a blue beard and a golden tooth of course. A bit too exotic for my taste but your barbarians ARE into such stranger things.” The mockery came not from the scribe but from the Margaery, and the sudden tremble in Missandei’s nipples spoke clearer than any word could.
Anger flared in Daenerys’ purple eyes. Missandei, of all people! The little scribe whom she freed in Astapor! The one person she trusted all this time! And Dario, that treacherous lying sellsword! Somewhere in her brain, a voice from the past sang “Three treasons will you know, once for blood and once for gold and once for love.” Is this the treason for love? Somewhere inside her, she knew the answer.
“Treason!” screamed Daenerys, as she sent her palm across the scribes face so hard that the dark skinned girl was sent flying into the mud, a trickle of blood running from her broken nose.
“I TRUSTED you!” <insert some rant about loyalty and all the things Dany had done for Missandei “You were supposed to be my FRIEND! You stayed by my side when they ALL betrayed me! Jorah, the Sons of the Harpy, Quentyn, Hizda, the Shavepate. and Barristan! ALL OF THEM! I put ALL my faith in you and this is how you repay me? By Stealing my <insert something here, I don’t think it’s “one true love,” but must be something dramatic enough. Daenerys has a rather bad crush on Dario but I don’t think it’s “one true love” level of crush>” (I’ll get to that later but more is always better)> the silvery queen’s voice cracked with emotion as she said the word. She kicked her former ally in the stomach.
“Please, my queen, he came to me. I didn’t” whimpered Missandei as she tried to cover herself from Daenerys’ furious attacks.
But Daenerys was beyond reason, her entire body trembled with rage as she rained kicks after kicks on the the weeping girl in the mud. Missandei was her friend, but that only makes her betrayal more painful, unbearable, and unforgivable. Somewhere deep inside her, amidst boiling rage and madness, she could hear a familiar yet unrecognizable voice, silently screeching “BURN! BURN HER! BURN THEM ALL!” and with that voice ringing in her head, Daenerys got to her knees and wrapped her hands around Missandei’s olive skinned neck.
It is only then that the full magnitude of her action hit Daenerys. She had killed a friend, a traitor, yes, but a friend nonetheless. And all this at the manipulation of her real enemies. With renewed rage she shifted her attention to the culprits, who are still resting with their backs leaning against the edge of the pit. A fair distance lay between the lion and the rose -- it is clear that whatever arrangement they may or may not have had before entering the tent had been dissolved.
As Daenerys meant to pounce on her enemies however, her legs suddenly gave out and a new wave of pain came rushing into her brain, finally drowning out the crazy voice. It appears that Missandei’s final struggles did more damage than she realized. Several wounds reopened on her breast and several new ones were dripping blood on her arms and legs. The mud did a great deal to stop the bleeding but it also amplified the pain. Stunned by pain, Daenerys sat up, her back against the wall, facing the two opposing queens whilst she recovered her strength.
Silence floated in the air as the three queens rested, enjoying this brief moment of tranquility before the end of their bloody struggle arrives, each wary of the other two. All three knew that there are no more alliances now, and one or none walks out of this pit alive. Of the three queens, Daenerys is the most injured but she is also the strongest, her age and years of riding saw to that. Cersei fared just slightly better than Daenerys, but green and purple marks could be found scattered across her otherwise perfect body, and particularly her teats. Margaery is relatively unharmed except for the red mark around her necks, souvenir of Daenerys’ earlier attempt to choke the life out of her. The sexes of all three queens stung and itched horribly from the scratches, kicks, bites, oil, and mud. None is sure how much punishment those parts could stand.
“You.” The Rose raised her pretty head as Dany addressed her. “You caused this. Your manipulations.”
“I would say it was your inferior cxnt that caused this. If we’d known each other sooner I might have educated you in how to keep a man. You may ask that bitch the Queen Regent how well I understand the ways of the bedroom.”
“You smirking whore.” Cersei stirred herself at the insult.
“You smug, arrogant bitch.” Dany's hurt receded as her fury grew.
Lioness and Dragon crawled through the mud toward Margaery. The pride of Highgarden looked from one to the other before showing where her hate burned the brightest and lunging for her erstwhile ally. Cersei resumed the fight eagerly, and once again the two Westerosi savaged each other, rolling through the dirt with nails slashing at breast and belly. The filthy mix of oil and dirt that coated each of them made every scratch sting all the sharper.
Had Daenerys been in her right mind she might have left them to their mutual destruction. But the Dragon Queen could not bear to leave that prize to another. And so she waded into their brawl just as it appeared to be resolving itself. For Cersei Lannister had her forearm across the throat of the Tyrell Rose, choking her from behind as they lay on their sides in the mud. Margaery's feet churned up the dirt and their sweat only made the ground beneath them less stable. The Lioness had closed her eyes to protect them from Margaery's desperate clawing fingers, but the claws nonetheless left some marks on the Lannister’s face. The vengeful Khaleesi went to her knees, lowered her head and attached her mouth to Cersei's cxnt, biting the fleshy lip while bracing her hands on the Lioness' thighs.
The lioness roared with pain and rage as the Daenerys repaid her with her own coins. Immediately. Cersei released her hold on Margaery and sent her hands down to her nether region. The lioness’ claws found the Dragon queen’s head and blindly dived into Daenerys’ face. Pained by the stinging scratches, Daenrys released her hold on Cersei’s thighs to try and keep the Queen Regent’s talons in place. In the tight confine between Daenerys’ face, Cersei’s cxnt, and Margaery’s cheeks, the two pairs of hands fought desperately for control, leaving painful scratches on all the flesh enclosing the battlefield.
Margaery was still recovering from the choke when she felt a sharp pain near her anus. Instinctively, the little rose closed her thighs to protect her cxnt, forming a choke around Daenery’s elegant neck. Although the angle made it more of a headlock than a choke, it nonetheless put some pressure on Daenerys’ air supply. Daenerys was still biting into Cersei’s cxnt when she felt her windpipe being shut down. Fighting the urge to let go, she bit down extra hard on Cersei’s cxnt lips. Ignoring the Cersei’s claws frenzied attack on her hair, Daenerys wrapped her legs around Margaery’s head, forming a double headlock with the little rose. Although the angle was rather awkward, Daenerys was able to wrap her calf around Margaery’s neck, simultaneously planting her foot in Cersei’s face. Although it was not a complete strangle, Margaery needed all the air she could get after the choke Cersei just put her through
Margaery, reeling from renewed lost of oxygen, attacked the first thing she saw - the Targaryen Queen’s clit. The little rose pinched Dany’s cxnt lips with her thumb and forefinger while sticking the other three fingers into Daenerys’ anus.Her attack was rewarded with a muffled scream as Daenerys screamed through her teeth into Cersei’s cxnt, however she soon gave a scream of her own as Daenerys sent three fingers in her own anus in retaliation. The pain cleared Margaery’s head a lot. Realizing the real battlefield was near her own cheeks, Margaery sent her other hand there to join the fray, pulling blindly at a mixture of silvery mane and golden pussyhair.
The pain of her pussy hair being pulled was too much for Cersei. Realizing that Margaery is still in the fight, Cersei wrapped her legs around Margaery, crossing them near Daenerys’ back, and squeezed with all her might. The action further narrowed the crowded and embattled space near her cxnt, removing any maneuvering space for the five hands fighting in that area. Realizing that her hands are not doing much there, Cersei pulled one of her hand free just as Daenerys did the same. The two newly freed hand clawed blindly at each other’s wrist until somehow, as if by some kind of arrangement, they both went for Margaery’s breast. Each grabbed a teat and started mauling it.
Just like that, the three queens were locked in a murderball, with none willing or able to give up. For a full five minutes, the three queens stayed in this position, each, with the exception of mumbled curses and muffled screams, worked their nails to inflict as much damage as possible. It seemed as if they would stay in this position until one or all passes out (or dies). Just then, when the consciousness of all three fighters were getting numb and time seemed to have lost its meaning, change occurred. In despair, Cersei started trying to bite Daenerys’ foot, which was planted right in her face. However, the mud covered feet made a poor target for the lioness’ fangs, and the best she managed was some licking and tickling. Little did Cersei know that she had touched on the dragon queen’s erogenous zone.
Daenerys, suddenly feeling a slight tension building in her loins, realized that she did have long. An orgasm at this point would be devastating. Immediately, the silver queen changed tactics. she loosed her bite on Cersei’s labia and forced her tongue into the snatch. Gently, she started licking and poking with her nimble tongue, the same tongue that had once earned her the heart of Khal Drogo. The Lannister queen gave a slight tremble and loosened her legs. However, Daenerys had little time to rejoice as Cersei soon realized what was happening and started licking Dany’s foot with matching skill. Daenerys tried to pull her foot away but learnt to her sorrow that her legs were no longer responding. Instead, she started trembling with increased intensity just as she and Cersei slowly approached an unwanted orgasm. Then, a third tremble came rather unexpectedly from Margaery. As Daenerys’ trembled, her slick foot gently caressed the back of Margaery’s ears, Margaery’s erogenous zone.
Just like that, the battle was transformed. Merely moments ago, the three combatants were using all their strength to torture one another with no end in sight. Now, the three queens are using all their skills to pleasure one another while trying to fend off the looming end. Moans grew louder and louder as the three queens tried to wrestle one another off the cliff of orgasm. After what seemed like an eternity, eruption finally occurred. No one knew who gave in first, but it did not matter. As all three queens finally fell apart and rolled onto their backs, their bodies shaking as if having a stroke as cum poured from beneath them and onto them.
Quickly the smell of their pleasure became mingled with the other odors in the tent. Cersei forgot her own climax and propped herself on her elbows in the mud. “Margaery Tyrell,” she sneered. “The greatest seductress in the Seven Kingdoms, made helpless by a tickle of the ear. You are even less of a threat then I thought.”
The Rose laughed mockingly. She had seen her breasts ravaged and her anus, so often responsible for the preservation of her virginity, roughly treated by the Dragon Queen's fingers. But she would never show weakness in front of Cersei Lannister. “You withered old bitch. You'll wish for my tongue when you are feeling my teeth.” She tried to sit up and continue the bitter fight but found herself joined at the crotch to her enemy, mud and oil and cum sealing their pubes.
Daenerys Targaryen had found the same to be true of her silvery mane. The three queens cursed the others at the realization, but the lust for combat was in their breasts. They bit their lips and pulled away from each other, moaning in agony as patches of hair were ripped clean, to be crushed into the filth beneath their warring bodies.
They reached their knees and the Khaleesi found herself trapped between Lioness and Rose, Margaery's breasts against her back, Cersei's in sensual combat with her own, nipple sliding and stabbing against nipple. The Westerosi treated her as hardly more than an obstruction to their feud, their arms reaching around her to claw at the other's beautiful face. Such dismissal was intolerable to the proud Dragon Queen, last of her line. She gripped the Rose's clit and with her other hand assaulted Cersei's puckered anus, making both queens gasp.
“Don't dare to forget about me. Your quarrel is inconsequential. You are a pair of hens pecking at each other while a dragon casts its shadow across the plain.”
“You mad, delusional bitch. This stinking pit is the closest you will ever come to King's Landing.” Cersei lowered her head and sank her teeth into Dany's muddy shoulder. From behind Margaery bit the Dragon Queen's other shoulder and both sent their hands south to the Khaleesi's crotch.”
In this way and more the three queens tortured one another, no pair ever able to align for long enough to destroy the other. And so when one of Daenerys' Unsullied entered the tent he found them locked in a suffering triangle; Cersei with her head between Dany's thighs, likewise the Dragon Queen held by Margaery, and completing the ruinous chain the Rose's pretty face framed by Cersei's pale legs. Each held the other's cxnt in their teeth, each had sent nails to rake across buttock and back, each spasmed fitfully as the pain and exhaustion washed over them.
The three queens, with their faces buried in one another’s thighs, did not even notice the intruder until the Unsullied spoke up.
“A letter from Lord Varys, My Majesty, sent by dragon.” The unsullied said, doing his best to not look at the tangle of flesh in the pit. “More are coming to contest the title.”
For a moment, it was as if the queens did not hear him, as they continued to twitch and torture, but then, as if they somehow negotiated an armistice through grunts and jerks, they rolled apart, gasping as half healed wounds tore at one another.
As they each lay on their backs, Daenerys beckoned the Unsullied over. With great effort, she took the scroll and sent the soldier away. “<Insert combatant for the second round>,” she read, frowning deeper and deeper as the list goes on. “Quite a list of pretender we got here. Guess I’ll have a long fight ahead of me after I finish off you two.”
“Then you’ll be fighting them with half a single breast.” Sneered Margaery, her eyes glancing at Daenerys’ bloodied and scarred chests. “Regardless, there won’t be much of you left for the Iron Thrones after these other pretenders are done with you.”
“It is not as if any of YOU are going to face them.” spat Cersei, “I am the one true queen, and neither of you would ever see these would be usurpers after I’m done with you two.”
“You are madder than the mad bitch and her father combined if you seriously think that,” snapped Margaery “You couldn’t walk out of this tent if we let you. No after I am done here, I will see to these so called queens myself.”
“Come and try if you dare, and we’ll see who finishes who off. I’ll take on both of you right here right now.” Daenerys responded. She made a slight effort just as the other two queens tried to rise as well but with a splash, the three queens fell back into the mud.
A moment of peace followed suit. The three queens continued taunting each other but despite their bravados, none made a genuine effort to rise. After several more empty threats and taunts, Daenerys finally spoke up, ”Enough! This issue will not be resolved today and none of us will be in any shape to face anyone if it did. I will end this things once and for all after all the other pretenders arrive here. Fight me then or run like the cowards you are, I care little. But after that day, I will not have any more queens lurking in MY kingdom.”
The two westerosi murmured something akin to cocky approval and the issue was settled. The three embattled queens rested in the mud until they regained some strength. One by one they climbed out off the pit, got dressed, and went their separate ways. They each have a lot to prepare for the final fight for Westeros.
