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Dany moans loudly through her orgasm. As usual, she makes a terrible mess of the blanket Ciri had lovingly shoved underneath her before they’d gotten started.
She looks a mess too. Ruddy and flushed skin contrasts wildly with her sweaty white hair where the strands stick to her face. Tears are drying on her cheeks as she heaves for breath, breasts bare and nipples swollen from where Ciri had been biting at them a minute ago. Bite marks litter every inch of flesh.
Under normal circumstances, Ciri would be greedily drinking in the sight of her lover coming down from the sex high. She makes a truly beautiful, ruined and debauched sight after all. But at this moment; Ciri has a pissy dragon drawing her attention away.
Dany can get quite loud. Ciri had been delighted to discover this fact when they had just started fooling around.
Thus she had thought it would be a good idea for them to go on an outing for tonight's little role play session.
A secluded hill, where none of Dany's subjects would be able to listen in as their Queen - momentarily vanquished and vulnerable - gets devoured by a foreign Empress.
They are alone in the middle of nowhere.
Well… alone except for Drogon.
Who probably had his hunting efforts interrupted by the sound of his rider - his mother - moaning and screaming, and who had evidently misinterpreted those sounds.
“I'm faster than you, bitch.” Ciri advises the growling beast now slowly advancing to where she stands in front of her spaced out lover.
Who is, because things can’t really get any worse, tied to a tree.
Perhaps predictably, Drogon does not seem too fond of that proclamation nor the scene he encounters, since he roars at Ciri in dramatic outrage.
It's this roar that fully brings Dany back to reality, as she aims a quick kick to Ciri's shin in retaliation for her muttered “Grr you too, brat.”
“Drogon,” Dany implores desperately. “It's fine. I am well…” She switches over to Valyrian at this point, which means that Ciri is no longer privy to the conversation. Whatever she says must do the trick, since the Dragon's protests soon die down to low chuffing sounds, and Dany can turn her full attention to where Ciri is still standing.
“You knew he could hear us?”
“Any living thing in this forest could hear 'you'.”
Dany's face somehow becomes even redder at this. Nonetheless she persists: “You should have stopped. He could have killed you.”
“I can take him.” Ciri says, puffing out her chest, and flexing her arms in show. She succeeds in eliciting a smile, and an eye roll.
“That is very stupid. How did you get this far in life?”
Ciri ignores that preposterous question in favor of pointing at the still growling dragon: “That one's got an attitude problem.”
“You are ridiculous,” Dany proclaims, squaring her shoulders as best she can in her position,
“Untie me.”
Ciri jumps to obey the command, always careful not to have their games add to both of their collective trauma.
As she bends over the bound queen, Drogon makes his displeasure known more pointedly.
“Sush.” Ciri admonishes over her shoulder, working on the knots.
“Stop antagonizing him!”
“He started it,” Ciri defends herself, kissing the pout off Dany's lips once her wrists are free.
“He's just protective.” Dany protests.
“The green one does not act like this.”
“Rhaegal sees you as a kindred spirit.” Dany explains as she gets helped to her feet, “can't imagine why.”
That statement has Ciri smirking. She's happy with the comparison to the majestic green beast, but she knows the remark to be due to Rhaegal being the most petulant and snappish of Dany's spawn.
"Rhaegal is a great judge of character," Ciri says, once Dany is properly clothed again. She gallantly offers to help her lady over to her mount, but the great black beast makes it clear that an attempt to approach would be met with violence, so she settles on standing back with her hands on her hips. "Which is why Rhaegal and sweet Viserion will be getting the snacks I brought you. And you will be getting Fuck-all."
The fond smile on Dany's mouth as Ciri flashes back to the red keep lets Ciri know she thinks she's full of shit.