A Kinky Game Of Thrones (private w/ AJbestpony)

[Jacie Sparkles]

Daario let out a louder, more primal groan of pleasure as his floodgates broke and he loosed his wad right into the front of his diaper…

Which felt even nicer than he’d have expected, the sellsword thought.

He let out his breath contentedly and then gave Dany a playful smirk. “As you command, Your Grace,” he quipped softly, giving her a playful wink. He lay back comfortably on the pillows behind him and held Dany’s hand in his own.

“Your secret is safe with me, Queen Daenerys,” he added, looking her in her glittering violet eyes. “Quite naturally. I’ve my own way of doing certain things, as pertains to the way of the sword… that much I can admit. But you must know by now how genuinely I adore you, Your Grace. So much so that not only would I protect this little secret of yours with my life… while admit I’m not likely to make wearing nappies a habit all my own… as I said before it is indeed a pleasure to share in your comfort and enjoyment of them.”

Daario kissed Dany’s hand then. “Even if you remain wary of fully trusting me on most other matters, Your Grace… trust my word on this. By whatever gods watch over the lands from the Free Cities to your Bay of Dragons, I swear it to you.”

(Let me know if you want to roleplay this flashback much further or are almost ready to return to the “present.”)

[AJbestpony]

(I was just about to say that I think we can bring the flashback to an end soon, and then focus a bit more on Jon and Dany chastely laying together before going on to a new scene)

Daenerys smiled in immense satisfaction when she saw Daario arch his back and unload into the front of his diaper. Patting it softly, she said, "I am most pleased, my good ser."

She then moved to crawl on top of Daario and snuggle with him intimately, their cummy diapers pressing against one another. "After tonight, I doubt there is anything more which I cannot bring myself to confide in you. After all, once you have seen someone in nappies and keep it secret, what can they NOT trust you with?"

Kissing him again, she added, "Once I have reclaimed my birthright, I fully intend to make you a part of my court. You may not see yourself as a king, but there is no shortage of roles you can fulfill."

[Jacie Sparkles]

Daario ran his fingers gently through Dany’s hair a little. “Indeed I am no king, nor have I ever wished to be one, Your Grace. That said, whatever use you can find for my sword arm, be it here in Meereen or across the Narrow Sea in the land of your birth, I am happy to serve you, my queen.”

He took a moment to adjust the pillows, and to fluff Dany’s a little so she’d be extra comfortable when she lay down to sleep eventually. He smoothed the bedcovers a little as well, and then kissed Dany softly on the forehead. “I wish you only the sweetest of dreams, tonight and every night, my queen,” he whispered in her ear.

(That sounds good to me. I have a headcanon that Daario and the Stormcrows remained in Meereen to assist the Shavepate - got his name from the ASOIAF wiki - continue to maintain order once Dany sailed for Westeros… but he could eventually show up in King’s Landing, bringing tidings or something, if you want to bring him back into the RP later on.)

[AJbestpony]

(It would be quite in line with Daario to abruptly appear before Dany without any prior notice, provided he had not neglected his duties to her in Slaver's Bay. We can bring him to Westeros whenever you'd like)

Dany had loved only two men in her life: her husband Khal Drogo, and her brother. Not Viserys; he had never treated her properly. She loved her brother Rhaegar for fighting so hard for what he believed in.

But now, she was beginning to think there was room enough for a third man to be worthy of her affections. Cuddling into Daario's chest and letting her diaper rest on his, she said, "I'll always welcome you by my side, that I swear." She then yawned and pulled the blankets close so that they could get some rest.

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Dany sighed as she recounted that blissful night for Jon's sake. "In the time since then, I have come to take greater advantage of the unexpected sexual benefits of nappies. Life has becoming surprisingly less stressful as a result. Can you relate to that, as well, Lord Jon?"

[Jacie Sparkles]

Jon nodded slowly, holding still while Dany wrapped his fresh diaper in place and pinned it securely. “Indeed I can, Your Grace,” he replied softly. He sat up and held the Queen’s hands gently in his, and kissed them softly. “Thank you,” he added in little more than a whisper.

He rearranged the pillows so that he and Dany could sit up next to each other on the bed once again. All around them, the others slept soundly… his dear brother and both his precious younger sisters, along with the women who’d become so dear to them - namely Margaery and Talisa - over on the far side of the bed… while Ygritte and Gilly slumbered nearby.

“May I, Your Grace?” Jon asked as he gently put his arm around Dany’s shoulders, and even stroked her silvery blonde tresses just a little. “Nappies, for Ygritte and myself, began with a jest, as I was saying before, that Gilly thought I meant in earnest… but there’s no denying the comfort and pleasure they’ve brought to us. My brother and his healer feel the same, Robb has confided in me, and it seems my sister Sansa and her dear friend Lady Margaery, Your Grace’s Lady Hand, are the same way as well… though I suppose you’d know more about that than I, Queen Daenerys.”

Jon yawned suddenly, though he politely covered his mouth. “It seems the hour grows late. I daresay this was wonderful idea, Your Grace, and for my part I cannot thank you enough. Not can I express how grateful I am for what we’ve achieved today… myself on behalf of the Night’s Watch, but especially my brother and Your Grace. Even so, we’ve still much to do to defend the realm from the Others… and though I’ll not speak for the Mother of Dragons, I must admit this Crow could use a few hours of good rest, like those in our company.”

[AJbestpony]

Dany felt quite pleased with herself at the job she did of rediapering Jon, giving the front of his new nappy a few motherly pats. Once again, she took a long moment to admire his handsome, muscular form as he lay before her, strong enough to overpower her if he chose so, yet at the same time innocent and precious as an actual babe in nappies.

Secretly, she hoped that Jon might someday get the chance to change her in turn, and she suspected he would be quite delighted to return the favor.

She allowed herself a girlish giggle as her knuckles were kissed, and then she listened intently to Jon's account of how all ten of the people on that bed had come to form a mutual interest. "It truly is remarkable, is it not, Lord Snow? I never in a dozen lifetimes would have imagined the solution to finding common ground would have been the very garments we all wear for the first couple years of life. Yet nappies have proven to do just that."

She eagerly nodded when Jon moved to wrap his arms around her, moving to nuzzle him in turn as she pulled a warm blanket over the two of them. "For now, let us get some much-deserved rest. Come the morrow, we may plan for the future." She then leaned her head against Jon's bare chest and laid back against the pillows on their side of the enormous bed.

[Jacie Sparkles]

Jon sighed, content yet flattered as the Queen herself nuzzled up to him. He very gently smoothed a few of her silvery blonde tresses with the fingers of one hand, and even placed a very gentle kiss on Dany’s forehead. “Pleasant dreams, my Queen,” he whispered in her ear as she began to drift off.

The last one awake, though only just barely, Jon yawned and smoothed the covers over himself and Dany. He reached over and gently smoothed Ygritte’s hair and carefully adjusted her covers, so as not to wake her. And then at last, Jon himself slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep… the best night’s rest he’d had since he’d first left Winterfell.

Meanwhile, in her own chamber in another part of Harrenhal, Melisandre continued to stare into the flames flickering in their brazier, as the Lord of Light showed her one last vision… Ned Stark carrying a baby boy as he left the Tower of Joy.

“Of course,” the Red Priestess breathed as she finally understood. “Rhaegar and Lyanna’s secret son… the shield who guards the realms of men. And the Mother of Dragons is the sword against the darkness.”

[AJbestpony]

(I was thinking that come morning, Margaery and Dany would be the ones whose nappies are in most dire need of a change, and Robb and Jon would get the chance to return the favor to change them. Then we can move on to the next scene)

This revelation would prove to be instrumental in the course of events to come, including the Great Night and beyond.

With the Others drawing ever closer to the Wall, there was little more the Westerosi could do but pray to the Old Gods and the New that they would survive the struggles to come.

Catelyn Stark prayed to all of them every night, sighing as she sat in a rocking chair beside the bed of her two youngest. Osha sat on the other side, continuing to care for Bran and Rickon in her own way, having grown attached not only to them but to their house as a whole.

[Jacie Sparkles]

(That sounds good to me. Do you mind if Sansa assists Robb a little?)

As dawn arose over the Seven Kingdoms, Jon was a first to awaken. He yawned and stretched his limbs a little… carefully so as not to wake the queen, still slumbering blissfully in his arms, her head on his chest. He couldn’t resist kissing her ever so lightly on the forehead once again.

A thought then occurred to him, and with his free hand he reached over to feel Ygritte’s diaper, checking if she needed a change. However it seemed she was only slightly damp at most, nothing concerning. So Jon let both Free Folk women, Ygritte and Gilly alike, sleep peacefully a little longer.

It was then however that Jon realized he felt a slight warmth against his thigh. Reaching down under the covers, he felt Dany’s diaper… and discovered that apparently the Queen had soaked herself in her sleep. He didn’t want to wake her however, so he continued to gently hold her close and waited for her to stir… so he could offer to change her nappy as she’d done for him last night.

Meanwhile on the other side of the bed, Robb stirred and awakened as well. He smiled contentedly as he realized that Talisa and Margaery were still nuzzled up on either side of him, still sleeping blissfully. Sansa was sound asleep as well, snuggled up on Margaery’s other side… and cradling Arya protectively in her arms.

Robb grinned and very gently fondled the diapered bottoms’s of both women beside him, gently so as not to wake them. Talisa was dry, which wasn’t all that surprising. Margaery’s diaper, on the other hand, was full, warm, and quite sodden. Adorable, really, Robb thought with a playful little smirk.

[AJbestpony]

(Oh, I doubt she'd be able to resist the opportunity.

Also, didn't we talk about a scenario where Osha might have diapered Catelyn as a way for her to share in her children's comfort? I know I suggested it to you in the past, though I can't remember if you actually signed off on it. And it's alright if you forgot altogether; I myself didn't remember until right after I submitted my last post)

Indeed, the beautiful blond queen of the Seven Kingdoms had thoroughly soaked her diapers just like an innocent baby girl she longed to be. She giggled in her sleep when Jon felt up her wet nappy. The gentle gesture was enough to slowly rouse her back to consciousness.

Smiling up at Jon, she moved to softly kiss his lips again. "Good morning to you, my handsome white wolf," she cooed, alluding to the hue of Jon's faithful companion Ghost.

Gilly had managed to sleep the whole night through; a rarity for her ever since the birth of Little Sam. Sure enough, a peaceful slumber in diapers had been all she needed to fully rejuvenate herself. As such, she was the first to wake up completely, as well as the one to assess who among the present company was in need of fresh nappies.

While she did that, Margaery's eyelids gradually parted, staring directly into those of the Young Wolf. "What a handsome sight to awaken to," she quipped with a playful giggle, before nuzzling against him almost childishly. She then blushed when she felt the absolutely drenched padding hugging her loins. It was a telltale sign that nature had come calling in the night.