Chapter 11 - My SI Stash #11 - A Motherf_u_c_k_i_n_g Dragon by Cambrian Beckett (Game of Thrones) (1/2)
-And this is where you'll say damn this motherf_u_c_ker's stash really be hitting different: great p_o_r_n with plot like one of them novels y'all got here what's it called Dual Cultivation? It's great ????
Do any of you guys listen to music while reading? I mean everytime I open Spotify always Lil Uzi Vert comes on, I need some new songs to bump to
Synopsis: 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 f_u_c_ker like me. Fair Warning, the M_a_t_u_r_e Rating will be well-earned.
Rated: M
Words: 69K
Posted on: wwe.fanfiction.net/s/12704225/1/A-Motherf_u_c_k_i_n_g-Dragon (Cambrian Beckett)
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Chapter 1
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.
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 l_a_p 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.
Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen looks at me with shock in her gaze. She sits among the fires, her clothing burnt from her but her flesh, her n_a_k_e_d, nubile young body is completely untouched. Of course it is. She is as dragon as I am. My instincts scream this at me, but my memories are in agreement. While Dany is a human or whatever the Planetosian equivalent is, she is also the blood of dragons, of Old Valyria. She does not burn, no matter how hot the flames.
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 a_s_s 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 d_e_s_i_r_e 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 a_s_s once more and I take advantage of the moment to nuzzle my small head between her soft, delicious tits.
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 l_i_c_k_i_n_g at her. I l_a_p 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 b_r_e_a_s_ts of course.