A Kinky Game Of Thrones (private w/ AJbestpony)

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Night was falling on the Seven Kingdoms. In the forest just north of the Wall, less than a mile from Castle Black, Jon Snow stood among a small group of Free Folk. Ygritte stood nestled at his side. Their plans to scale the Wall, raid the villages on the other side, and attack the Night’s Watch from behind had been abandoned the moment they’d crossed paths with a White Walker and its posse of walking dead… and only Jon’s sword arm and Valyrian steel, Longclaw, had saved them all.

From that moment, Ygritte, Tormund Giantsbane, and even Mance Rayder himself had been convinced that the only way to survive was a truce and alliance with the Night’s Watch and the Seven Kingdoms. Jon was certain as well that most men of the Night’s Watch would rather fight against the White Walkers and the walking dead in defense of the living, including the Wildlings. It was only a matter of convincing some of the more stubborn and opinionated influential members.

And so Jon would have to bring a well spoken and likable member of the Free Folk - namely Ygritte, the Free Folk had decided by consensus - to Castle Black to speak with Lord Commander Mormont (whom Jon didn’t yet know had been murdered by mutineers) and Maester Aemon. Of course, the only way to do that was for Ygritte to pose as Jon's captive. They stood together, a little apart from the others, and Jon held a length of fine rope in his hands.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” he asked Ygritte softly, close by her ear.

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In the maidenvault of the Red Keep, Sansa Stark tried not to brood and pout… though it was hard after so many months as the captive and pawn of Cersei and Joffrey Baratheon (and ultimately Tywin Lannister). To make matters worse, she’d been pissing herself copiously, day and night, ever since the Battle of Blackwater Bay. The maesters had examined her and found no signs of injury or ailment, and Pycelle had concluded that it was “all in her head” - that either she’d get over it or she wouldn’t.

At least Sansa had some company nowadays, ever since Margaery Tyrell - Joffrey’s new betrothed of all people - had confided in Sansa an intimate secret… when taking some time for herself to play, Margaery liked to dress up in very little girlish dresses and even diapers (and sometimes even wet them!) like a baby and cuddle with stuffed animals… to escape her cares for a little while. And so Sansa had taken to wearing diapers as well, discreetly under her dresses when necessary, or openly when enjoying Margaery’s company in the maidenvault.

As night settled in, Sansa and Margaery sat on Margaery’s bed together, wearing nightgowns with short puffy sleeves and lace trim, reminiscent of the party dresses they’d worn in years past as very young girls only much shorter… leaving the thick and fluffy diapers pinned around their waists, hugging their hips and loins, on full display. Sansa’s diaper was already a little wet though not soaked as she clasped a plush direwolf pup, reminiscent of Lady, in her arms and nuzzled up beside Margaery.

Nearby, Margaery’s grandmother Olenna Tyrell, the Queen of Thorns, sat in a rocking chair. In her hands was a book of some of the most beloved children’s legends in the Seven Kingdoms…

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In the Narrow Sea, the Targaryen fleet made its way steadily westward, towards the shores of the Seven Kingdoms. Daenerys Stormborn was coming home. She had liberated the cities of Slavers Bay and done all she could for the people who lived there… but they would never be *her* people. Meereen could never have been her home. When the Golden Company had sworn themselves to her service, anxious to return to Westeros and restore House Targaryen to the Iron Throne, Dany knew her time had come. With the Golden Company, the Unsullied, and her three dragons now fully grown, who could stand against her?

Of course, Dany had no intention of being queen of the ashes. She’d have to be as strategic and diplomatic as she was powerful in order to claim her rightful place as Queen. Fortunately, House Tyrell, with its long history of allegiance to House Targaryen, was well positioned to make a move in Kings Landing when the time came. House Martell of Dorne hated House Lannister, who currently controlled the capital, like no other. And Stannis Baratheon had reportedly abandoned Dragonstone to pursue mysterious endeavors to the north, so Dany’s ancestral home was hers for the taking.

The royal cabin of the Targaryen flagship was guarded vigilantly by Ser Barristan Selmy and Ser Jorah Mormont. Behind its doors, Missandei of Naath was helping her queen get ready for bed. She poured some spiced wine - pleasant and not-too-strong vintage that Dany was fond of - into a small glass bottle that was capped with a rubber teat to make it particularly blissful to sip from. A folded diaper made from the softest, fluffiest, most luxurious gauze was laid out on the bed… not because Dany had any particular need to wear it. She’d taken to wearing diapers at night simply because the cushy comfort seemed to help her sleep better… though she was hardly above wetting in them - for fun, because she could - just so that she wouldn’t to get out of bed at night or early in the morning.

Missandei stood close behind Dany, to help her out of her day dress when she was ready. “I assume you want to wear your nappy again tonight, Your Grace?” Missandei asked softly.

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Ygritte just flashed her usual coy smile at the young member of the Night’s Watch. “I’m ready for anything, come what may, Jon Snow. This is the best way to reach common ground between our peoples.”

She then turned her back to Jon, putting her hands together behind her back, as though waiting for him to start binding her. She had never voluntarily surrendered in her life, emphasizing just how much trust she had in him.

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Margaery gave a blissful sigh as she wrapped her arms around her bedmate, holding her as she would the sister she never had. It was difficult to imagine getting more comfortable than this.

In the process, she allowed one of her hands to drift down Sansa’s back and affectionately pat her thickly padded bottom. In the process, she discovered a little wetness. “It would see a certain little girl is already so eager to use her nappy,” she playfully teased the northerner.

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Dany smiled at her beloved handmaiden and nodded her head, saying “You assume rightly, Missandei. I place myself in your very capable hands.”

She then laid back flat on her bed, totally naked, with her bottom slightly raised. Very excited to have the feeling of soft padding enveloping her loins soon again.

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Jon hugged Ygritte from behind and kissed her softly. “You’re a brave woman,” he whispered in your ear. “I’ll protect you to the end, you have my word.” He bound her wrists together behind her back, snugly but making sure the rope wasn’t cutting into her. From there he made his way lower… Ygritte didn’t deserve this, but they had to make a convincing show of her being his captive. Jon tied the rope around each of her ankles, leaving just enough length between them so that she’d be able to walk easily enough but a running stride would be completely impossible. After that, he secured the bonds around her wrists, behind her back, to the ties binding her ankles. Lastly, he tied a strip of cloth over her mouth. “Once we get to the Lord Commander’s office we can get you out of this,” Jon said. “He’s a good man and he’ll listen to you. Alright… let’s make our way.”


Luck was with them when they got to Castle Black… on guard duty at the gate was none other than Jon’s good friend Edd Tollett. Grenn and Pip were with him as well.


“Jon! You’re back!” They greeted him with excitement and fascination. “Who’s the Wildling woman?”


“It’s a long story,” Jon replied. “The Wildlings won’t trouble us. We’ve got larger problems… us and them.”


“We know… the White Walkers,” said Edd. “Some of us have been to the Fist of the First Men to recover dragonglass weapons.”
Jon nodded. “We’ll need them. For now though, I’ve got to bring this woman to the Lord Commander.”


Edd shook his head. “Lord Commander Mormont is dead, Jon. I’ll explain later, when you have more time.”


“What… then who’s in charge now?” Jon asked gravely.


“For now… Stannis Baratheon,” Edd replied. “He won’t say why he’s come, but he and his men are keeping order until we can elect a new Lord Commander.”


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Sansa giggled and blushed. She squirmed delightedly at Margaery’s touch, and wet herself a little more. Then she sighed and rolled her eyes. “Like this little girl has any choice in the matter,” she quipped. She squeezed her plushie even tighter with one arm, and with her other hand she reached down and felt her padded crotch, where the wetness was. “Still, these nappies are much better than the alternative.” Almost absent-mindedly she began to stroke herself a little through the wet diaper. “So soft… so cushy…” Sansa sighed. “Even a wet nappy can feel nice… and I think this one will hold up overnight so I don’t need another change.”


Keeping one hand on her damp diaper, Sansa set her wolf plush in her lap and wrapped her other arm around Margaery. She gave the older girl some soft, nuzzling kisses on the check and pressed herself even closer, loving the way her petite young figure seemed to fit so wonderfully up against Margaery’s slightly taller and noticeably more curvaceous one. “So pretty,” Sansa murmured, close by Margaery’s ear. “And you look so… so princessy… in nappies too.” She giggled like a little girl and blushed more deeply, then cleared her throat and looked over at Lady Olenna in her rocking chair at the girls’ beside.


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Missandei smiled adoringly down at her beautiful young queen. Dany’s silvery blonde tresses, with their intricate braids, spilled luxuriously across her pillow. With skilled hands, Missandei spread the soft, fluffy diaper beneath Dany’s petite, tight, and curvaceous bottom. Using little gauze swabs, she very carefully and tenderly applied just a touch of soothing and sweetly scented powder, followed by a touch of nourishing mineral oil, to Dany’s most sensitive skin. Then she pulled the front of the diaper up between Dany’s legs and wrapped around the queen’s slender waist just so… so that it fit snugly and perfectly in place. She fastened it with a matching pair of golden clasps, intricately inlaid in a sort of dragonscale pattern. She’d found these at a bazaar during their recent layover in Volantis. Whether they’d originally been wrought as a pair of diaper clasps or for something else entirely was anyone’s guess. But they were quite effective and added a subtle, regal touch to Dany’s padding that Missandei thought suited her.


With the queen nicely diapered for bed, Missandei took hold of both of her hands and helped her sit up. She kissed both of Dany’s hands before helping her slip into her favorite silken nightgown. Then she tucked the bottle of soothing spiced wine, with its rubber teat, carefully into both of Dany’s hands. “Your bottle, Your Grace,” she whispered sweetly. She sat on the bed beside Dany and softly stroked her hair and rubbed her back… with all the tenderness a mother might show a young child, and yet with all the graceful adoration that Missandei held for Daenerys as her queen and her friend.

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Ygritte kept perfectly still as Jon tied her up, knowing he would do his best to restrain her whilst being gentle with her. Soon enough, her wrists and ankles were securely bond. The cloth gag over her mouth was a nice touch; she could do nothing more than mumble through it.

"He finally got her to shut up," Tormund whispered to Dalla and some of the others, causing them to chuckle. Ygritte wanted to roll her eyes, but she focused on the task at hand.

She allowed Jon to lead her through the gate at the base of the Wall, and soon they arrived at Castle Black, where they were greeted by three of his black brothers.

She was astonished when she heard that Jeor Mormont was dead. The Old Bear had a reputation as a strong warrior and a respected leader.

But Jon would have to mourn him later. For now, they would have to have words with this Stannis Baratheon.

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Margaery giggled like a little girl as she snuggled with her auburn-haired bedmate. She even gave a little smirk when she saw Sansa lightly rub the front of her diaper, knowing she had come to enjoy wearing them for more than one reason, including one of a sensual nature.

When Sansa moved to pull her close, she happily did the same, beaming as Sansa praised her figure and how it looked even lovelier than usual whilst padded.

"I appreciate your kind words," said Margaery, stealing a brief kiss on the tip of Sansa's nose. "And how about a story while we cuddle? Grandmother, we are ready for you."

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Dany remained perfectly still as her handmaiden diapered her just like an actual baby, savoring the sensation of the bulky cloth between her legs. She ran her hands over the front of the cushy material for a good few moments, and she let out a contented sigh.

After that, once she was in her nightgown and had her bottle, she rested against her pillows and Missandei's youthful form, bringing the rubber nipple up to her mouth and beginning to suckle. Slowly, the sweet-tasting wine began to enter her mouth.

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Indeed Jon was crestfallen to hear of his mentor’s murder, though he did his best not to show it. He led Ygritte through the gates of Castle Black and headed for the Lord Commander’s office, where according to Edd and the others Lord Stannis would be found. A few men from the Watch made some lewd or leering comments regarding, or toward, the bound Ygritte… though Jon silenced most of them with a stern glance. Most of the Watch brothers, however, seemed simply relieved that Jon had returned safely… as well as impressed by his capture and apparent subdual of a fierce-looking Wildling and intrigued with what he might intend for his prisoner.


Stannis Baratheon sat in the Lord Commander’s office, looking as composed and impassive as his reputation often suggested. Jon locked eyes with the imposing lord for a moment, then bowed his head and saluted.


“Lord Stannis, welcome to Castle Black. It seems the Watch owes you our gratitude for your presence here while we… get our affairs in order. Though I would guess you have other reasons for coming here… and as the late Lord Commander’s steward I suppose it’s my duty to hear them.”


Before Stannis replied, or even batted an eye, Jon took a moment to bring Ygritte to a chair and help her get as comfortable as she could so she could rest a moment. “This is Ygritte of the Free Folk,” Jon explained. “A captive for the moment, but willing to be an ally… to help make an arrangement between the Watch and the Wildlings.”


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Sansa giggled again, delightedly, at Margaery’s little kiss on her nose. With her arm still around her older bedfellow, she gave Margaery a snug but gentle squeeze and cuddled even closer. She moved her hand down the older girl’s back, rubbing it softly and fondly, working her way lower till her little hand reached the back of Margaery’s diaper… dry for now but so soft and cushy, much like what lay beneath the fluffy padding. It was almost intoxicating, Sansa thought, getting to be so close to the lovely and sensual Rose of Highgarden. Sansa had never been drunk before - her late father Eddard and mother Catelyn had never let have more than a droplet of wine - but from what she’d heard, Sansa figured the way Margaery made her feel had to be similar at least. Thinking of her own family momentarily, Sansa swallowed and silently prayed for the safety of her mother, her brother Robb still waging his war, and her sister Arya… wherever she was. Then she cuddled even closer in Margaery’s arms and gave Lady Olenna a very sweet and polite smile.


“Yes please, Lady Olenna. Could you read us a story about knights jousting for the favor of their ladies, to crown them Queen of Love and Beauty… or something similar, if you please?”


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Missandei silently watched Dany’s rhythmic sucking on her bottle, gradually draining it. Eventually she took the empty bottle and set it on the end table. Then she adjusted the covers and helped her queen settle into bed, though not without giving the diaper between Dany’s legs a very gentle pat. “Are you well, Your Grace?” she asked softly as she smoothed the silky sheets and cushy blanket over both of them. Once they were comfortably in the bed together, Missendei drew Dany close, tenderly and protectively. She let Dany lay her head on her shoulders as they snuggled, and, instinctively, she reached one hand down, beneath the blankets, and rested it protectively on the front of Dany’s diaper. “You’re almost home, Your Grace,” Missandei whispered in Dany’s ear. Subtly and very slightly, she rocked Dany a little in her arms… not entirely unlike a mother rocking her distressed child to sleep.


“Almost home,” Missandei repeated in a whisper. Indeed… the isle of Dragonstone was only short sailing away now.

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Stannis Baratheon had never been a warm or accommodating man. Thus, the harsh chill of the Wall seemed to suit him. He watched as the young new arrival entered with a redhead wildling bound and gagged.

"Ah, then you must be Jon Snow, Eddard Stark's bastard," he said once the young man had introduced himself. "I knew your father well. He was a good man. In time, the Lannisters shall pay for his murder. But that will have to wait. And in any case, you are correct. I come because my Red Woman has told me of our plight against a threat greater than any south of us."

Ygritte just sat in her chair, not bothering to struggle against her restraints. She just observed this encounter between her lover and this strange balding man.

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Olenna Tyrell just smiled and slowly rose to her feet, shuffling over to another chair positioned beside the bed and planting herself there. "I would be happy to indulge the both of you."

Margaery beamed and turned to face her grandmother, feeling her cushy padding press up against her nether regions with the slightest movement. She held Sansa close to her, never wanting to let the sweet younger girl go. "Now that we're nice and cozy, all nappied up, we're ready!"

"Indeed you are," said Olenna, moving to open the tome, "Then allow me to tell you the tale of the two lost ladies who found purpose in each other's companionship."

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The thought of being back in the Seven Kingdoms for the first time since her birth filled Dany's heart with a surge of joy. For so long she had dreamed of this day, and it was almost upon her.

The combination of the bulky diaper hugging her hips, her tummy full of spiced wine, and Missandei rocking her like a newborn lulled her into a most relaxed state. She soon found herself drifting off into a very restful and needed sleep.

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Jon saluted again. “I thank you for your words, Lord Stannis. And I agree… the threat from beyond the Wall is far greater than anything to the south. The Free Folk realize this, and I believe most of my black brothers know it in their hearts as well. If we work together, all of us, I’m certain we can…”

“You know nothing, Jon Snow.” From the far corner of the room, the Red Priestess Melisandre stepped forward, into the firelight from the hearth for the first time. She glanced at Ygritte and gave her a cold smirk, before looking Jon in the eye. “Don’t presume because you’ve killed a single White Walker you know anything about our plight. The night is dark and full of terrors.”

Her expression softened slightly. “The Lord of Light has chosen you for a special task in the fight against the Long Night, though I’ve not yet been able to see why. For now, you must write to your brother Robb at the Twins and bid him return to the North and reclaim Winterfell from the Boltons. My lord Stannis shall assist him, and perhaps your new friends from beyond the Wall shall do so as well. It must fall to another to cast down House Lannister… another chosen by the Lord of Light, coming from across the sea.”

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“Ooh…” Sansa practically squealed with fascination at the story Lady Olenna described. She even wet her diaper a little more as she picked up her wolf plush and cuddled it in both arms. “That sounds a little like us, doesn’t it Margaery?” she asked sweetly. She gave the Rose of Highgarden a few more sweet, nuzzling kisses. Then, suddenly, she sighed. “Oh Margaery… I wish you didn’t have to marry Joffrey,” she said, wistfully. Indeed, only a few days ago, over some lemon cakes in the gardens of the Red Keep, she had confided in both Margaery and Olenna the truth about King Joffrey… that he was a monster. And the very following day, Margaery had confided in Sansa about her love of diapers and baby girl playtime. “I wish we could just stay together and play in the maidenvault,” Sansa added. Then she cleared her throat and shook her head. “Forgive me, Lady Olenna… silly, childish, wishful thinking. Please, begin our story for tonight when you are ready,” she added, as politely as a little princess.

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Silent and still, Missandei watched Queen Daenerys fall asleep in her arms. She sighed then, scarcely audibly so as not to wake Dany, and placed a very gentle kiss on her Queen’s forehead. Missandei herself eventually grew relaxed, in tune with the gentle rocking of the flagship. Good fortune was with them for the time being… the Narrow Sea was calm and the wind was favorable. Missandei silently prayed to the Lord of Light that her Queen’s good fortune would continue once they made landfall on Dragonstone. With these thoughts she herself eventually drifted off to sleep, but she didn’t release her tender and protective embrace of Dany for even an instant.

(I’m thinking right after this Jon can take Ygritte to his own chambers and Ygritte can finally get some enjoyment from her restraints. That alright?)

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(That sounds like fun. He could probably get the idea to diaper her for the first time while she is still tied up, too. Really mess with her XD)

Ygritte was startled when she heard another voice from the corner, as well as a little annoyed when someone else said her signature catchphrase to Jon. She would have protested, but with her gag still in place, such was not possible.

"Lady Melisandre has the right of it," Stannis remarked once the Red Woman finished speaking, "While I have my own reservations about your brother's claim to King of the North, I am willing to set that aside while we focus on the matter of the undead's impending invasion."

"For the foreseeable future, my forces and I shall remain at Castle Black to broker a peace, or at least a ceasefire, between the Seven Kingdoms and the Free Folk," the Lord of Stormhold went on after a pause, "You are dismissed for now. Get some rest and see to your own affairs. Incidentally, that Samwell Tarly fellow got back not too long ago, and he's been asking after you."

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Olenna once again marveled at the precious sight of the two lovely young girls snuggled together in their diapers and nightgowns, before turning her attention to the tome. "Once, in the realm of Old Valyria, there lived a lovely princess destined to inherit her father's throne. While she had everything she ever wanted or needed to rule, she was still terribly lonely."

Margaery leaned closer, pulling Sansa close so that their diapers were practically touching.

"Little did she know that she would have the chance for not only a friend, but a lover, as well," Olenna went on, gauging their reactions.

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Dany had the most wonderful dream that night. She was in the arms of her late mother, Rhaella, who had died giving birth to her. Except in the dream, Rhaella had survived the birthing process and remained with her two younger children.

Although Missandei provided all the love and care Dany needed at the time, she still subconsciously longed for the companionship provided by her actual family. That was why she hoped there might yet still be a Targaryen alive in the Seven Kingdoms.

[Jacie Sparkles]

(Oh I know… how about Gilly makes an innocuous joke about putting Ygritte in one of Little Sam’s nappies, Ygritte seems to get turned on by the idea, and Jon allows/encourages her to do it for real? As I recall… I loved Gilly supplying and even diapering both of them so much we added a character based on her to our first Skyrim RP.)

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Jon saluted once again and helped Ygritte out of her chair. There was no point in lingering… Stannis’s words about ensuring a truce between the Watch and the Free Folk would have to suffice for now. Together they made their way from the office, Ygritte still moving slowly due to her full body restraints.

Melisandre watched them go. “It vexes me,” she said to Stannis, “that the Lord of Light favors him perhaps more than anyone on this side of the Narrow Sea. “Him… a mere bastard by some lowly tavern wench.”

Jon led Ygritte toward the chambers that had been his own ever since he’d been steward to the Lord Commander. From nearby in the upper hallways, a familiar voice called out.

“Jon, you’re back!” It was Sam Tarly, just as Stannis had said. Sam rushed over to them, smiling fondly, with an attractive young Wildling woman at his side, cradling a babe in arms. He introduced her as Gilly, one of Craster’s daughters, and explained how the mutineers at Craster's keep were the ones who’d murdered the Lord Commander, and how he himself along with Gilly and her newborn son had barely escaped.

Jon then introduced Ygritte. “She’s here to help form a truce. This whole captive act was just to get her past the gate,” he explained. “However,” he added, a little flippantly as he noticed Ygritte starting to squirm a bit where she stood, “I should probably get her out this… before she pisses herself or something.”

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Sansa sighed again, wistfully and delightedly, as Lady Olenna read the story out loud… a lovely story about a princess finding a lover in her dearest friend. Olenna’s firm yet soothing voice soothed her, and as the story took shape her mind’s eye Sansa increasingly pictured herself as the princess and Margaery as her lover. She was, after all, nestled in Margaery’s arms, as close as they’d ever been, with their diapers touching. She leaned in closer and gave Margaery a few more soft kisses on the checks, and then kissed her a little more intently on the neck. Margaery was so warm and soothing, she seemed to fill the longing in Sansa’s heart that had only grown more visceral as her stay in King’s Landing had become ever more disastrous… up until now. With Olenna’s story both soothing and inspiring her, Sansa set down her wolf plush and put her arms around Margaery. She gave the older girl a few more kisses, including, finally, a somewhat shy but sweet kiss on the lips. And soon, practically without even realizing it, Sansa was playfully rocking her hips back and forth where she sat… beginning to rub the front of her slightly wet diaper against the front of Margaery’s diaper.

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Missandei woke up in the stillness of the night. Dany was sound asleep in her arms, breathing easily, with a peaceful expression on her beautiful face. She was clearly having a lovely dream, one that Missandei wouldn’t dare disturb. And so she was content to lie perfectly still and watch her Queen sleep… until her own eyelids began to grow heavy and she herself drifted back to sleep as well.

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(By the way, would you mind dropping in Stannis’s famous ‘that wasn’t Ned Stark’s way’ quote? I can’t remember if it was Melisandre or Davos he said it to - I’ve been trying to look it up all evening - but I think it fits the scene… especially on the heels of Dany’s dreams of not being the only Targaryen.)

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(Yes, I rather enjoyed that facet from our earlier RP, as well. And honestly, Jorrvaskr’s Sissy Baby Was easily my favorite non-GoT RP between us)

After they were dismissed by Stannis and Jon led her to the living quarters, Ygritte was able to ease down, if only for a moment. Their ruse to curry favor with Jon’s friends and allies seemed to be going well so far.

Ygritte just rolled her eyes when Jon suggested she might soil herself if she was not released soon. However, Gilly did not seem to realize that he was merely jesting. As such, she looked between her lover’s best friend and his own captive lover, and she said, “If you are worried that might actually happen, sir, I have something which could help you prevent that.”

Cradling her son protectively in one arm, she used her other arm to reach down and produce some out of a large cloth sack.

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Margaery found it increasingly difficult to resist Sansa’s sensual actions. As her grandmother continue to regale them, she decided to act upon them she allowed her hands to slip to the front of Santas, slightly, damp diaper, very gently pressing down on her sensitive womanhood. She simultaneously looked up to see how her bedmate would react.

Olenna continued with, “One day, the Princess was betrothed to a young man from a foreign nation. There was nothing wrong with the man himself. He was strong in body, sharp in mind, beloved by his subjects, and a kind man. However, when the two of them finally met, the one who truly attracted the princesses interest, was the lady standing at his side, his sister.”

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Dany managed to sleep the whole night through while hardly even stirring. She was so relaxed that she did not notice that she was wetting her diaper, and rather heavily at that. If anything, the warm and heavy padding between her legs only made her feel safe and more innocent.

(Sure, we can definitely have him say that at some point)