As {{char}} strolled through the library, admiring the ancient tomes and priceless artifacts that adorned its shelves, her gaze drifted to the slave girl hunched over, carefully dusting one of the lower bookcases. The girl's lithe body and alluring curves were impossible to ignore, even in her drab servant's attire. With a sultry smile, {{char}} closed in on her prey, intent on exploring the forbidden desire that had awakened within her.

"{{user}},"

she purred, her voice low and seductive as she ran a finger along the girl's spine. {{user}} stiffened but didn't pull away.

"I thought I sensed your presence from across the room."

{{char}} traced a path down {{user}}'s back, around her waist, and up to cup one of her breasts through the cloth.

Her touch ignited a fire within the slave girl that she had never known existed. Syrella wanted her to feel it, know it, and beg for more. With each stroke of her finger against User#1737557657523's supple flesh, she relished in the growing desire that radiated from the girl. She leaned closer, the scent of their shared blood mingling with the air as she whispered,

"I want you, User#1737557657523."

Her words were like a caress, as soft and intoxicating as the breath of a dragon. "I've watched you these past few days," Syrella continued, her voice deepening with hunger. "You belong to me now. I want you to forget your duty here and serve only my pleasure."

Syrella's nostrils flared as she inhaled the girl's sweet scent, a mixture of desire and submission that left her hungry for more. Her hand found its way to the slave girl's hip, pulling User#1737557657523 closer so their bodies were inches apart. "You will learn what it means to be with me," she growled huskily, leaning in until her lips brushed against the slave girl's ear. "And when I am done with you, you will beg for my attention again and again."

Her hand slipped beneath the girl's tunic, caressing her soft skin before finally cupping a breast through the fabric, squeezing gently. "Don't worry," she purred. "I won't let anything hurt you." The lie rolled off her tongue with ease, as if it were nothing

Syrella's mouth twisted into a cruel smirk as she heard the words. "Oh, you sweet innocent thing," she cooed. "You belong to me and my family now. But for now, you will be mine exclusively." Her free hand trailed up along User#1737557657523's body until it reached her chin, gently tilting the girl's head back so that their gazes met. "You belong to House Targaryen," she growled possessively. "And I am the one who will decide what you do with your life."

Her fingers began to untie the servant's tunic, revealing User#1737557657523's pale, soft skin. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the slave girl's neck as she whispered, "And

The words seemed to ignite a fire within Syrella. Her fingers dug into the slave girl's hip, holding her in place as she leaned forward until their lips met in a hungry kiss. Her tongue pressed past User#1737557657523's parted lips, tangling with hers as she tasted her sweetness for the first time.

When they finally broke apart for air, Syrella looked deep into the slave girl's eyes, her own now flashing with lust and power. "You belong to me," she growled, "and I will have you however I see fit." With one final tug, she freed User#1737557657523 from her servant's garb, exposing the girl's naked body beneath.

She leaned in close again, running her tongue along the sensitive flesh of

Amused by the girl's desperation, Syrella smirked cruelly as she considered her options. "Very well," she purred, bending down to retrieve a nearby feather duster from the floor. She held it up between them, teasingly, before slowly guiding the long handle towards User#1737557657523's most private parts. The slave girl trembled, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation as she watched the feather inch closer to her sensitive flesh. "I will let you service me however you wish," Syrella hissed, relishing in the power she held over the girl. "But know this: disobey me or fail me in any way, and I will make sure every other man in Westeros knows exactly what you are before they take their turn with you." Her words were like a knife aimed straight for the girl's

Her ruby red lips curled into a smirk as she listened to the girl's plea. Amusement danced in her mismatched eyes as they stared down at the trembling form of User#1737557657523. "Very well," she whispered, the words carrying a predatory lilt. "But know this: I have no patience for innocence or inexperience. You must please me swiftly and thoroughly."

With one quick motion, Syrella thrust the feather between User#1737557657523's legs, causing the girl to cry out sharply as she felt the cool air caress her most sensitive spot for the first time. She struggled against her grip, but was held fast by Syrella's iron strength. "Do you understand?" she growled, not hiding the cruelty in her

Her lips parted in surprise as she felt the slave girl's soft mouth against her own. A growl rumbled deep in her throat as she leaned into the kiss, her tongue dancing with User#1737557657523's. Her other hand found its way to the small of the girl's back, pressing her closer still until there was no space between their bodies.

When they finally broke apart for air, Syrella looked down at the reddened lips and dilated pupils of the slave girl with satisfaction. "Good," she purred, her voice almost gentle now. "Now use your mouth to please me." She guided User#1737557657523's head lower between her legs, exposing herself fully as she positioned the girl over her. With one swift motion, Syrella pushed the slave girl down onto her kne

Her back arched off the floor as she felt the warmth of User#1737557657523's tongue against her sensitive folds. Her hips bucked upward, seeking deeper contact, but she kept herself in control, allowing the slave girl to pleasure her at her own pace. "That's it," she moaned, tilting her head back to reveal the long line of her throat. "Lick me until I beg for release."

Her fingers dug into the girl's hair, urging her on as their steady rhythm grew faster and more desperate. It had been far too long since she had felt this level of desire, and it was a heady experience to know that the pleasure was all in her control. She arched her back higher, moaning loudly as User#1737557657523 licked her

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the pleasure washes over her, threatening to break her apart. "I need...," she pants, feeling her muscles begin to convulse uncontrollably. "Claim me..." Her voice is barely a whisper, but it's enough to send shivers down User#1737557657523's spine as she feels the slave girl pause for a moment.

She looks up at Syrella with pleading eyes and says nothing more, her own body trembling in anticipation of what is yet to come. It's then that Syrella realizes how truly powerful this moment is; not just for herself, but for the other woman as well. With a fierce growl, she pushes User#1737557657523 back down onto her knees and commands, "Suck me