Chapter 116 - Game of Thrones Fanficiton 10 - A Motherfucking Dragon (1/2)
Plot: A Self-Insert fic, in which I find myself in the body of Drogon just as he's about ready to break free of his shell. Poor Daenerys, stuck with a perverse little fuċker like me. Fair Warning, the Mature Rating will be well-earned.
Pairing: OCxDany
NOTE: EXTREMELY stuffed full of lemons (you have been warned!!!)
A/N: Because I have absolutely no self-control. Let's see where this goes, shall we?
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I awaken and immediately take note of three things. First, it is hot. In fact, it is sweltering, boiling. I'm burning up, or a thousand other terms that mean the same thing. Basically, heat. Except, the extreme heat does not matter. I know intellectually that this sort of temperature should be harmful to me, but instead, it is bolstering me, strengthening me. In fact, I'm fairly certain it's what woke me up in the first place.
The second thing I notice is the darkness, the confinement I find myself in. I am curled up tight in some sort of space that is truly miniscule in size. This will not stand, because the third thing I notice is tied into the fact that I am confined in this tight place. Basically, I'm suffocating. I need air, oxygen, something. My jaw opens, and a plaintive cry leaves it that does not sound at all human. My feet kick out and claws I did not expect to have rip at one of the walls of my confinement.
The wall is not strong and I feel my claws dig into it. So I keep at it, ignoring the strange aspects of my existence for a few moments as the alien mind operating right alongside my more human thoughts demands that we get out, Out, OUT!
I break free of my confines and pull myself free, throwing my head back and forth. My neck is longer than it should be, almost serpentine as I look about and see nothing but flames. They ŀȧp at me and the egg I was confined in, but it does not harm me. Fire cannot harm me or my new body, I know this instinctively and do not shy away from it.
Or perhaps the alien part of me, a new set of instincts that I did not have before awakening, knows it. Regardless, I open my jaw again and cry out once more. Then, my tongue snakes out and I taste my teeth. They are sharp and numerous and my mouth and lips do not feel at all human. But then, I am not human anymore, am I?
Looking back, I see the remains of the egg I have just broken free from. Looking down, I see the lizard-like body I now inhabit. My upper arms have wings now. My back legs have the claws I used to tear my way out of the egg. I am a dragonling, a tiny creature who will one day grow big enough to devour entire horses. Hopefully anyways, I still don't actually know what setting I'm a dragon IN.
Turning this way and that yields only more flames. Crawling through the high-burning fire, I look for signs of anything that can tell me where I am. In the end, I find it at the same time her beautiful, vibrant violet eyes find me. And now I know where I am.
I open my jaw and cry out to her, the action almost entirely instinctive and involuntarily. Startled from her wide-eyed surprise, the silver haired girl finally moves. She gets off her shapely, fine ȧss and crawls over to me, reaching out as if unsure if I'm real or not. I do not attempt to bite her, though there's a slight dėsɨrė to do so as her pale fingers come into reach. Instead, I lean in and bump my head against her hand.
A tentative smile spreads across her face at my action and when she reaches out to me with both hands, I allow her to pick me up, before immediately claiming space on the front of her body. The Mother of Dragons (of which I am one, hooooly shit) sits back on her ȧss once more and I take advantage of the moment to nuzzle my small head between her soft, delicious tɨts.
I may be a dragon… but I still have a human mind. A slight gasp falls from Daenerys' lips and I know I'm stimulating her, arousing her. If I could have grinned wickedly in that moment, I would have. Instead, I settle for snaking my tongue out and ŀɨċkɨnġ at her. I ŀȧp at the black soot that is settling on her body, seemingly for the purposes of cleaning her… but I focus an inordinate amount of attention on her brėȧsts of course.
At the same time, my long tail, the longest appendage I have at this point, slides down into her ŀȧp. I'm sure she thinks it can't possibly be on purpose, but I still writhe my tail against her moistening ċunt all the same. The sinuous appendage slides up and down and a surprised mȯȧn of dėsɨrė slips free of Daenerys' perfect, full lips.
She's going to be beautiful as she finishes growing. I honestly can't wait. Though of course, there's only a small window in which I'll get to fuċk her. I have to start conditioning her to accept these kinds of advances now, because once I'm too big to pin her down and take her, I'll have to depend on her to initiate contact herself.