{"sf1_id":874782,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Mother of Dragons","author":"Cheetahs","words":6291,"posted_at":"2015-06-17T23:41:00.000Z","tags":["A Song of Ice and fire","Adventure","Anatomically Correct","Breasts","Character Development","Clean","Cuddling","Daenerys","Dragon","Drogon","Fantasy","Female","Feral","Game of Thrones","Human","Love","M/F","Male","No-Yiff","Non-anthro","Nudity","Plot Development","Romance","Story Series","Wyvern","Zoophilia","affection","got"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/874782-mother-of-dragons","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/874782","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=874782\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"This is a freely released story that I've written for my pleasure(and\nyours as well, hopefully!) If you want your own, personalized story, Click here to commission me SEQUEL CAN BE FOUND HERE ---\u003e https://www.sofurry.com/view/884129Did you ever want to read a story which is centered on Daenerys Targaryen and her dragons? Have you found yourself craving for more of such moments spread throughout the A Song of Ice and Fire series/Game of Thrones TV show? Then you came to the right place. Mother of Dragons will be an ongoing story series loosely based on the aforementioned books/TV series. It is a fanfiction dedicated to Daenerys Targaryen and her dragons. It will feature an in-depth description of how she attempts to strengthen her bond with Drogon and make up for her past transgressions towards her three dragons. Although this work is a fanfiction and the Game of Thrones fans will undoubtedly understand it better, the lovely moments of a female human bonding with a male dragon will still provide ample excitement to everybody who is a fan of dragons \u003c3Also, if you're following Game of Thrones, the story starts after the events that happened in episode 9, during which Daenerys escapes from the Daznak's pit on the back of Drogon.If you're not following Game of Thrones, here is how Daenerys looks like: Clicky meHere's Drogon: Click me too!Or here: Rawr!***STORY STARTS HERE*****\"Your dragons are growing restless, your majesty,\" Missandei\nhad told her. \"The chains chaff their neck raw and--\"\n\"It's my people who are growing restless,\" Daenerys had\ncountered her. \"The Sons of the Harpy are out there, garbed as commoners,\nbreaking bread with the very people they seek to enslave. My children are safe\nI made sure of that. It's my people who are not.\"\nThat particular memory returned to haunt her as she rode\nDrogon away from the massacre that took place at Daznak's Pit. She urged him to\nturn around in high valyryan, slapped his neck to get his attention, even\ntugged on the spikes lined along his spine, hoping to get a response. \nNot one single reaction from Drogon, apart from the shivers\ncreeping through his weakened body. His blood red crest stood erect as his\nslitted vermilion eyes scanned the city below, looking for something. A safe\nplace to land? Or maybe an unfortunate target to burn to crisp on a whim?\nA lump formed in Daenerys' throat at the tightness of his\njaws, at the muffled growl rumbling in his throat. He could dive upon an\nunsuspecting citizen at any moment, to scorch and eat him, just like he did\nthat girl, the one who had gotten him banished from her sight. Dragons were\nfickle creatures, hard to control, and highly unpredictable. One moment, they\nrested their jaws in your lap to purr, and the next, they incinerated an entire\nherd of sheep.\nDaenerys had never expected to see him again, not after she\nchased him away at the behest of that enraged father who just lost his daughter.\nDrogon had the freedom his siblings lacked, and a matching personality to go\nwith his desire for independence. Yet he came back for her, somehow, for some\nreason that awed and delighted her all the same. \nDaenerys' heart still thumped in her chest after what\ntranspired at Daznak's Pit. Her Unsullied died by the dozen protecting her.\nMissandei, Torgo Nudho, even the dwarf who bore the name of Lannister, might\nhave shared their fate. \nA Queen never abandons\nher people, Daenerys thought, yet that was exactly what she did. She\nabandoned them all during that emphemeral moment, where the world had shrunk to\nthe size of a pebble, encompassing only her child, wounded and scared and\nseething with rage aimed at the humans who threatened his mother. He had\nrescued her, and in return, she rescued him. That's all that mattered.\nEvery time her mind drifted towards her entourage, Daenerys\nhad but glance at the spears lodged within Drogon's hide. He had fought a small\narmy on his own, bled for her, killed for her, and now carried her away from\ndanger. What more could she ask of him?\nMereen sprawled under Drogon's rocking form, oblivious to\nthe massacre happening at Daznak's Pit. That was the nature of people, to go\nabout with their lives, blissful in their ignorance, unaware of the dangers\nhiding in the narrow alleys winding between the squat buildings. \nI'll come back for them,\nDaenerys reassured herself. I won't\nabandon my people. I'm a Queen, not a coward. \nThis lonely thought failed to soothe her throbbing temples\nand her racing heart. Whipping gusts of wind battered her sweat drenched frame,\nmaking her flowing white dress stick to her body. Her arms and legs shivered\nwith the toll it took to cling onto Drogon's spine and spikes, and her eyes\ncontinued to make their water, no matter how hard she squinted against the\nchilling wind. To make it worse, her stomach lurched every time Drogon swayed, banked,\nor flapped his wings to regain the lost altitude. \nHis strength faltered the further they got from the city. It\nleft his body in the form of thin, crimson snakes that slithered across his\nneck and dripped in a steady stream to wet the world below. The metallic scent\nof blood filled her nostrils, making Daenerys quail and bite her lower lip to\nsuppress a gasp. \n\"Land,\" Daenerys urged him in High Valyrian. There would be\nno Sons of the Harpy waiting for her in the sprawling desolation surrounding\nMereen, nor would they hide in the shriveled bushes of the dried oasis Drogon\naimed for. \nHe pushed his legs forward, his wings flapping hard and fast\nto slow his descent.\nNot fast enough.\nDrogon's legs crumbled under him. He crashed onto his chest,\nthen rolled onto his side from the impact, growling and shrieking. Daenerys\nclung onto his back for dear life, her knuckles turning white from the sheer\nstrength with which she squeezed his neck spikes. Once the dreadful motion came\nto a stop and her breath recovered, Daenerys jumped down from Drogon's frame\njust as the dragon regained his footing. \n\"Graaaaaaarrrrrrrr,\" he shrieked at her, snarling\nmenacingly. \nDaenerys stood her ground, holding his gaze as the dragon\ncircled her, snapping his jaws and taking deep breaths, laden with her creeping\nscent. \nHe's wounded, he's\nweak, he is afraid, Daenerys repeated within her mind. She froze in place,\nlike she did back in the cave under the Great Pyramid of Mereen when Viserion\nand Rhaegal hissed at her. What sort of mother feared her own children?\nNot her. \n\"Calm. Keep calm, Drogon,\" she said in High Valyrian, her\nhands raised in front of her to contain his fear. Thin lines of froth coated\nthe sides of his snout, and his rapid, panicked breaths grew in intensity as\nDrogon gauged her.\n\"You are safe here, my child. See?\" She spread her arms to\nencompass the oasis. \"There are no enemies here, no spears to hurt you. It's\nonly you and me.\"\nHis crimson crest tilted to the side, and his head drew back\na little as he snarled uncertainly at her. \n\"I know you are hurt. I know you are afraid...\"\nHis screeching roar made Daenerys pull back a step, her arms\ncrossed to shield herself from Drogon's parted jaws. She instinctively knew\nthey wouldn't close in around her frame, yet her heart still leapt in her\nchest.\n\"Not afraid then. I'm sorry. I apologize.\"\nDrogon's lips fell over those menacing fangs. His smoldering\ngrowl lessened to a faint thrum, his eyes shifting back and forth as he\ninspected her. What did he hope to find? A reason to eat her, like he ate that\nunfortunate girl?\nHe released a ragged huff, then lied down, his wings folded\nto his sides as he twisted his neck to tug and pull on the spears lodged between\nthe scales of his hide. Some of them broke and splintered during his rough\nlanding, while one other drove deeper, the metallic tip lodged all the way into\nhis back. \nCold fingers raced along Daenerys' back, clutching her\nspine, paralyzing her. Drogon bled more than any dragon had the right to, but\nhis deafening roar still rang within her ears, and his eyes lacked that glimmer\nof intelligence Daenerys had glimpsed at Daznak's Pit. \nHe is your child, but\nbefore that, he is a dragon, wild and unpredictable, the irrational fear\nwithin her whispered in her mind. Dragons\nhunt. They kill in order to feed, and singed flesh tastes the same to them,\nregardless of who it comes from.\nWhile she stood there, petrified, her child slowly bled\nunder her watch. On his own, Drogon got most of the spears out with the help of\nhis jaws, snarling and growling and hissing in pain, but the one on his back\nrefused to budge, and his flapping wings and thrashing neck only made it worse.\n\"No, Drogon, you have to stop,\" Daenerys said. \"Don't thrash\nor wriggle like that.\"\nHe screeched at her, and resumed his futile attempts to\ndislodge the spear.\n\"Drogon!\" Daenerys said. She tried to keep her voice stern\nin spite of the shivers wracking her frame. \"Listen to me. Listen to your\nmother. I can help you, but only if you stop squirming and listen to me.\"\nThat got his attention. Two ember pools fixated on her, the\nslits sunk within them, narrow and wild. \n\"Let me help. Allow me to get that spear out of you. You\nknow you can't do it on your own.\"\nHis crest perked, and a rumbling growl left his throat, low\nand shaky. Daenerys reached towards his snout with a frail, shaking, sweaty\nhand, her throat dry and her jaws tightly shut. \nShe winced when Drogon's scaled nostrils met her fingers,\ntoo warm against her freezing skin. A drawn-out sigh escaped her, making the\ndragon stiffen in response.\n\"Be still, my child\" Daenerys said, her voice hoarse and\nlacking its usual smooth touch. \"It will hurt, and you will bleed. But if I\nleave it there, your wound will heal around it, and trap it within you\nforever.\"\nToo many words. Drogon flicked his head, his widening\nnostrils blowing hot gusts of wind upon her shivering frame. He stared at her\nfor a brief moment before the urge to lick his wounds clean overpowered his\nsenses. \nDaenerys watched his forked tongue run across the thin\ngashes, barely visible in the deep blackness of his hide, cleaning away the\nreddish-brown traces of his drying blood. \nHe was still--well, mostly, and his focus was directed\ntowards his wounds. He didn't notice Daenerys shuffling along his side, nor did\nhe buffet his wings to dislodge her from his back. Daenerys straddled his neck,\ntrying to find proper leverage between the rows of spikes protruding along his\nspine. Her hands gripped the shaft of the spear in a light grip that made\nDrogon flinch, but other than that, nothing happened. \nGood. \nDaenerys yanked the spear out of him in one quick pull,\ndrawing a heart-wrenching shriek from her child. Drogon shook her off his back\nin an instant, sending her tumbling into the dirt while he whirled around to\nface her.\nHe hoisted himself onto his hind legs, roaring and shrieking\nand flapping his wings, covering her in a layer of fine sand. Daenerys squeezed\nher eyes shut, her head tucked tight against her chest, buried within the\nconfines of her arms. She didn't gasp or yelp or cry out for help. She merely\nwaited for Drogon's pain to subside enough for realization to slip into his\nmind.\nThe gusts stopped, and so did his shrieks. \nWhen she next opened her eyes, Drogon's face filled her\nvision, his snout inches from her face, his lips pulled back into a thinning\nsnarl. \n\"I had to yank it. There was no other way. Better that you\nhurt now than be in pain for days.\"\nHer words reassured him not one bit. As soon as he pulled\nback, Drogon crashed onto his side, rolling around in failed attempts to find\nthe perfect angle to lick at the wound located towards the back of his neck.\nHis constant writhing drew more blood from his other wounds, his gushes so\nthick and prominent Daenerys' eyes widened. \nHer child--he was losing so much blood! He grew light headed\nshortly after, unable to even flap his wings, his tongue strokes more feeble\nwith each passing moment under his half lidded, unfocused eyes. \nHe seemed so calm, so serene all of a sudden. No longer that\nthreatening mass of scales and muscles that towered over her. His wounds\nreduced him to a feeble whelp, who shrieked softly for his mother's help.\nDaenerys gritted her teeth at that. Sudden strength washed\nthrough her, turning her muscles taut with purpose. In one curt motion, she\nripped her dress from neck line down to her belly, then tore it to uneven cloth\nstrips with smooth, calculated motions. The sun bearing down upon her naked\nbody didn't bother her; nothing did, but for the bleeding gashes of her child.\nShe grabbed a thicker cloth strip in one hand, tucked the\nrest under her arm, and approached Drogon. \n\"You are bleeding too heavily. I have to bandage your\nwounds, least you succumb to blood loss before the sun sets.\"\nIn his half dazed state, Drogon lacked the power to object.\nHe dipped his head in approval, his eyes blinking slowly as his snout touched\nthe sun kissed skin of her back. Daenerys flinched, but focused on tying each\nindividual cloth strip tight enough around Drogon's neck and wing joints, where\nthe spears split the softer, vulnerable scales aside to reveal raw flesh and\nbone. \nShe turned her head to the side, bile rising to her throat\nwhile she tied the makeshift tourniquets around Drogon's wing joints. His snout\nflowed across her back, dabbing at her shoulders and rump, sniffing and puffing\nas a thinning growl welled within his throat. \n\"I'm done. Don't lick your wounds anymore, and don't tear\nthe cloth. It's the only thing that is keeping you alive right now.\"\nShe whirled on her heels to face him, and gasped when one of\nher breasts brushed against his snout. Drogon growled softly, and Daenerys\ntensed up at lying completely bare before him. His pupils drifted towards her\nloins, forcing her to cover herself, gulp down her apprehension, and shuffle\ntowards the nearest tree for cover. \n\"Stay there Drogon,\" she said, her voice shaking in unison\nwith the thundering beats of her heart. \"Lie down. Rest. Recover your strength.\"\n\nThe thump that followed lifted the weight that settled over\nher heart. She released her pent-up sigh, crossing her arms over her bare\nbreasts as her gaze drifted upwards, towards the dried canopy of the palm three\nthat cast its slim shadow upon her. \nDrogon had already seen her nakedness. All of her children\ndid. And yet, it felt improper, strange, almost embarrassing, to expose herself\nto her own child. \nNot that he would care. He was a dragon, after all. A\nfemale's curvaceous shapes were only that to him: mere shapes--intriguingat\nfirst glance--but ultimately dull when the novelty of her exposed body wore off.\nEven so, Daenerys couldn't bring herself to walk back to\nhim, to comfort him. His pained growls and his heavy breathing stirred her\nheart and made her hairs rise. It was a terrible thing, to hear your child\nsuffering, when the root of all evil stemmed from her. \n\"You're not a good Queen unless you collect a fair number of\nenemies along the way,\" Daario had once told her, back in their bed. \"Sometimes,\nthe safest approach to the welfare of your people is also the worst one. The\nsmall folk don't know what they want. They never do. Choosing the obvious\napproach to handle their problems will upset someone else, and that someone\nelse upsets another someone else. Do what your heart tells you, but try to\nsneak a compromise here and there. Remember, you're a queen, not a tyrant.\"\nThat's what she settled for. A compromise. By imprisoning\nViserion and Rhaegal, she spared her people from the threat her children posed\nat the expense of their freedom--a people that dealt with an even bigger threat\njust now, while her other two dragons writhed in their bindings, alone and\nconfused and scared. \nShe was a good queen. Everybody told her that, to the point\nwhere she believed them. But was she a good mother? Did mothers confine their\nchildren to a life of loneliness and darkness for the sake of others?\nDaenerys cupped her face in her palms, the weight of her\nrealization urging tears to spring at the corners of her violet eyes. She\nsquinted her eyes to keep them from spilling, wiped them out of existence, then\ntook a deep breath. \n\"I'm Daenerys Stormborn, The Unburnt, Queen of the Andals,\nthe Rhoynar, and the First Men, Queen of Mereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass\nSea, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons,\" she whispered to herself. \nShe didn't know who the Andals were and what they had done.\nShe didn't know the Rhoynar, these First Men every king spoke of, and her life\nas a Khaleesi ended with the death of Khal Drogo. She broke chains, yet the\nSons of the Harpy sought to forge them anew just now. \nShe was all of these things--A queen, A khaleesi, a\nliberator--while her most important title lied at the end of the list, forgotten\nto her and to her people. Everybody talked of dragons with awe in their voice,\nbut nobody sought to understand them and their needs.\nNot even her.\nDrogon's mellow growls shattered her faltering layer of\ndefense. Try as she might to hold back her tears, she couldn't, not while her\nchild's pained sounds tugged at her heart and clutched it in a seething grip. \n\"I have failed my children,\" she said through soft sobs. \"I\nhave failed my people. I have failed everybody.\"\nWeakness fled her body in the shape of unbidden tears; it\nflowed along her ruddy cheeks, slithered across her soft jaw line, and dripped\nonto her bare thighs. When Daenerys wiped her eyes and opened them again, she\nsaw the world for what it was: a sprawling desolation, in which nobody but\nDrogon loved her enough to stand by her side. \nShe sought to stand up, and froze when his great head, all\nblack and blood red at the crest, poked past her shoulder.\n\"My child,\" she said, her voice suddenly hoarse. \"I told you\nto rest. You should rest. Why are you here?\"\nThe dragon cocked his head, blinking lazily, and scratched\nat a makeshift bandage with the clawed part of his wing appendage, growling\nfaintly.\n\"No, leave them where they are.\"\nHe snorted and tugged at it again with the tip of an ebony\nclaw. \n\"It has to be tight. That is the point of it.\"\nHer eyes widened when Drogon covered the rest of the\ndistance between them in one step and placed his head onto her lap. Shudders\ncrept through her frame, cold and ominous, and she pulled her hands away from\nhim, as if his scales were on fire. \nDrogon blinked, his eyes watching her intently, a low\ntrilling sound vibrating within his throat.\nWhat did he want? Why was he here? What was happening? He\nshould have rested! Not do...whatever he was doing!\nDaenerys blinked back, a wry smile tugging at the corners of\nher mouth. She wasn't used to have Drogon's huge head rested upon her lap, with\nthose slitted eyes fixated on her and that soothing warmth of his dispersing\nthrough her thighs. \n\"I...I'm not sure what you want.\"\nDrogon's eyes sealed shut, an audible sigh escaping him. His\nbody shifted and trudged closer to her while he made himself comfortable in her\nlap. Daenerys was used to have him perched atop a shoulder as a hatchling, with\nhis tail coiled about her throat, but he grew so big, so fast!\nAnd she wasn't there to see it...\nShe licked her lips, frowned a bit as her fingers closed in\naround his prominent jaw. His smooth scales greeted her finger pads, oozing his\ncustomary warmth. She tried scratching them with slow, methodical strokes,\nuncertain of what else to do or say. \nI don't know my\nchildren, and they don't know me, Daenerys realized. It made her stomach\nsink, and a fresh wave of tears slipped past the corners of her eyes. Stifling\nher gasp was the hardest thing she had ever done, but she didn't want Drogon to\nsee her like this, to think of her as a terrible mother. \nAnd then, it hit her. \nIf the Sons of the Harpy wanted to strike at her, then they\nwould do so through her children, chained up at her own command, unable to\ndefend themselves or take to the skies.\n\"Drogon, can you fly? I need you to fly. Your brothers--they\nare...\" she trailed off, unable to say it while she stroke Drogon's brow. He\nhad such rough features; numerous bony protrusions lined along his jaw and chin,\ngrowing outwards, just like his horns. There was a beauty to them, however, a\nforeign touch of ancient times during which his kind inspired awe and terror. \n\"Drogon, your brothers may be in danger,\" she continued when\nthe dragon refused to budge. \"The people that hurt you are going to hurt them\nas well.\"\nShe couldn't put it simpler than that, but Drogon nuzzled\nher breasts and trailed back into his lethargic state.\nDaenerys simmered. To hold the head of a dragon who killed\nhundreds of people in her lap unnerved her, but not more than the thought of\nthe Sons of the Harpy getting to Rhaegal and Viserion before she did. \nDaenerys pushed at Drogon's snout, hard enough to make the\ndragon hiss and snarl at her. Good. At least that got him off her. She got onto\nher feet a moment after, and sought his neck spikes for leverage. Once she\ngripped them firmly, she tried hurling herself onto Drogon's back, but the\ndragon raised his head out of her reach.\nShe was forced to let go of him and threw him a glare. \"Fly\nme back to Mereen, Drogon. Land where I tell you to land and don't let anyone\nsee me. When you land, I want you to...\"\nHer words came to a stop as Drogon unfurled his wings. A\nguttural shriek escaped him, and his tail curled around his side, sneaking\nbetween Daenerys and his neck. With a curt shove, his muscular appendage\nbrushed her away, sending Daenerys crashing onto her bum.\n\"I am your mother, and you will do as I command--\"\n\"Graaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrr!\" Drogon roared, hoisting himself\nonto his legs. His broad wings cast deep shadows over her slender frame, blotting\nout the sun and chilling her bones. His snout inched closer to her face, presenting\nher with the same deep snarl, a threatening hiss slipping through his fangs. \nWhatever point he had to make, he made it abundantly clear. \nDaenerys waited for him to rest onto his belly, with a wing\ndraped over his head and his tail wrapped around his side. Drogon was no\ncoward, and he wouldn't disobey her on a whim unless...\n\"There is something you're not telling me,\" she said as she\nslowly pushed herself back onto her feet. \"What is it?\n\"Rrrrrrrrrr,\" came his muffled growl. His tail tip flicked\nwith a certain nervousness, and his snout poked from under the cover of his\nwing to allow one vermilion eye to sneak up on her. As soon as he met her\nviolet gaze, he fled behind his wing once again. \n\"It's another wound, isn't it?\" \nHe shrieked at first. Then he released a rumbling growl that\nshattered into a frail, uncertain whimper. \nFor a moment, Daenerys forgot about those wicked talons, his\nmenacing fangs, and those powerful wings that could swipe her away at any given\nmoment. She strode towards him with firm footsteps, pushed his snout aside, glared\nat him to subdue that budding snarl, then pushed the membrane of his wing aside.\nSunlight fell upon his dark scales, emphasizing the circular puncture in his\nhaunch, surrounded by flecking dried blood. \nThis short moment of vulnerability left Drogon exposed, his\nweakness obvious to his mother. Daenerys wasn't surprised when his snout pushed\nher away, gentle yet hard enough to make her stagger a few steps back, enough\nfor Drogon to lay a protective wing across his wound. \nInfuriating creature! Wounded, his breath slow and ragged,\ngrowling in obvious pain, and he still refused to let her anywhere near him. A\nmere footstep in his direction, and Drogon's tail tip slapped against her leg hard\nenough to make her wince and draw back. \n\"That wound needs cleaning, Drogon. It may not bleed, but\nthat doesn't mean it suddenly healed.\"\nAs if he didn't know that. His failed landing suggested as\nmuch, and still, he refused to even let her take a better glimpse at it. \nDaenerys turned her back to him, then walked towards the\noasis with the same spring in her step. She tested the lower portions of the\nground for moisture, wiggling her bare toes through the sand. The heat\nradiating through it didn't disturb her as much as the lack of moisture.\nWhatever waters shaped the ground into rippling patterns, they dried weeks ago,\nperhaps months. \nDaenerys sought the lowest portion in the uneven ground,\nfell to her knees, and began digging with her bare hands. Drogon's life\ndepended on it, and that fueled her with unusual strength. Her muscles burned,\nher fingers hurt from gripping handfuls of dirt and chucking it away, and sweat\ndribbled down her brow and onto the parched sand. Each of her breaths grew\nheavier, more demanding, making her lungs burn from the effort of trying to\nsave her child. If her pain could get her the water necessary to wash his wound\nand quench his thirst, then her sacrifice was well worth it. \nLost in her quest to get to the water, Daenerys only noticed\nDrogon's shadow looming over her after she blinked. One moment, the ruddy sun\nof early evening bore down upon her, and the next, the soothing, shadowy shape\nof her child.\n\"Keep your strength Drogon. Lie down. Let your mother...\" she\ntrailed off when his snout bumped against her shoulder, his crest perked up. \n\"There is water in the ground,\" she tried to explain to him\nas she pointed at the shallow hole she dug. \"I'll get to it before nightfall.\"\nDrogon shook his head, snorted a puff of white smoke, then\ncovered her work with one of his huge paws. Before she had the chance to\nobject, Drogon urged her away with his tail, his slitted eyes staring at her\nexpectantly. \n\"You have a wounded haunch!\" Daenerys gripped his tail and\nshoved it away. \"How are you supposed to dig when you can't even stand\nupright?\"\nDrogon crooned at her, leaned forward to shift his weight\nonto his forelimbs, and began raking at the dirt with his talons, switching\nfrom one foot to the other in quick, successive motions. That allowed for the\nfaster digging of a broader pit, and his tightly locked toes scooped up the\nexcess sand better than her palms ever did. \nBefore she knew it, murky water surrounded Drogon's paws,\nmaking the dragon snap his jaws victoriously.\n\"Good. Now let it filter through. The first layer of water\nis filled with grime.\"\nUpon hearing that, Drogon resumed his digging, making Daenerys\nwrap her arms around her naked torso and roll her eyes. He wasn't pleased with\na six feet pit. He had to keep digging, make it nine feet, with enough water to\ndrench his haunches. \nDaenerys made use of his short moment of awe during which he\ndabbed his snout at the layer of cloudy water to clamber down into the pit. She\nplaced a hand on his haunch to make sure he accepted her intrusion into his\npersonal space. His muscles shuddered underneath his protective layer of\nscales, and his crest tucked low as his neck curled around to face her. \n\"I will wash your wound, the faster the better. It may hurt\na little, but it's for the best.\"\nIf only he looked away...that would have spared Daenerys of\nhis twitching lips every time time her fingers slid across the raw surface of\nthe wound. She would not have had to notice the tremors of his crest, his\ndeepening snarl as she snuck a finger into his open wound to clean it\nthoroughly. His tail slapped at the ground, and no matter how hard he tried to\nsuppress his pained whimpers, they still broke through his clenched jaws. \nHer stomach churned from Drogon's frail vocalizations, but a\nshort lived sting was better than an infected limb. The knee-high water turned\na soft shade of crimson with Drogon's blood, making her jaws grow tighter and goose\nbumps to form along her arms. \n\"Done. Now, if you can crouch so that I can have access\nto...\"\nHe did before Daenerys finished her request, his vermilion\neyes following every movement of hers. \n\"I'll have to undo the bandages as well,\" she said, unable\nto match his gaze. It was too intense, too earnest, too...trustful. What had she\ndone, to deserve his trust, other than command him around like a servant?\nLike before, Drogon didn't utter a sound. Not even a whimper\nwhile she untied his bandages, washed them, and tied the soaked fabric around\nhis neck, shoulders, and wing joint once again. His breath hitched every time\nshe touched his wounds, but other than that, Drogon dealt with pain better than\nmost humans did. \nShe held onto the last strip of cloth, clutching it in her\nright hand. With so much water at her disposal, washing away his dried layers\nof blood didn't seem like such a bad idea. \n\"A Queen has to make hard choices. She may not like them,\nshe may not believe in them, but choices have to be made,\" Daenerys began, the\nsilence too thick and heavy to her ears. \"A Queen bears the weight of the world\nupon her shoulders while she teeters on the edge of the abyss, ready to fall at\nevery step she takes. Short, careful steps tire your muscles and leave you\nbreathless before you make it to the other end, while strides get you there\nfaster but threaten your very balance.\"\nHer hand moved across his neck with fluid dexterity, his\nhide too smooth to tear at the cloth or hook it. Slow, circular motions worked\nbest to wipe away the blood. The first motion allowed the moisture to seep into\ngrime, while the second stroke left Drogon's scales a pristine black.\nDaenerys paused for a second as a rippling hum burst to\nlife. Drogon's throat vibrated with it, his eyes half closed, his wing tips and\ntail tip shuddering slightly. \nHe liked it. Her caress--he found it pleasant!\nA thin, uncertain smile spread across Daenerys' thin lips.\nShe froze for a split second, awed by the deep, mellow chant of her child. It\nwas music to her ears, vibrating in her chest and spreading soothing tingles\nthrough her frame. \nShe continued her gentle ministrations, listening to\nDrogon's purr. Why hadn't she heard it before?\nBecause you never petted\nyour child. You never touched his brow, gave him a kiss on his cheek, hugged\nhis neck, touched his wings, massaged his haunches. You were never there for\nhim, while he was always there for you.  \nThe sour realization made her lips purse. Her strokes picked\nup, as did her voice.\n\"A Queen relinquishes her inner peace for that of her\npeople,\" she continued with a sharper, bitter voice. \"A Queen must understand\nsacrifice, what it entails, as well as its importance. No choice is wrong, and\nno choice is right. A choice is a tool, and it is up to whoever wields it to\ngive it a purpose.\"\nLike chaining Viserion and Rhaegal, and banishing Drogon for\nbeing a dragon. Cattle died by the dozen each day, but when a dragon burned one\ndown to crisps in order to feed, the people drew out their pitchforks and\nprepared to chase him away. \nDaenerys rinsed the strip of cloth, tied it neatly around\nDrogon's neck, and climbed out of the pit, unable to utter one more word. When\nDrogon snapped out of his trance with an inquisitive growl and craned his neck\nto nuzzle her ankle, Daenerys flicked her wrist dismissively at him.\n\"I'll go rest. You should do the same after drinking as much\nwater as you can drink. It's the only way to rebuild your lost strength.\"\nShe fled back to the safety of the dried palm trees,\nreleasing her pent-up sigh in a long, drawn-out fashion. Standing next to\nDrogon made her feel small, weak, insignificant, like the girl back in Pentos\nwho Vyseris urged to try a silken dress for the first time. Drogon grew into\nsuch fascinating, majestic creature, and she only noticed it now, the same day\nwhen he almost died trying to save her. \n\"He shouldn't have returned for me,\" Daenerys whispered to\nherself as she traced the Three headed Targaryen banner with the tip of her\nindex finger in the coarse, sandy surface of the ground. \"Why did he do it? And\nhow?\"\nThat puzzled Daenerys greatly. The small folk claimed that a\nmother instinctively knew when her children were in danger. Did the same apply\nto her dragons? If something would happen to Viserion and Rhaegal, would she\nfeel a strong impulse to ride Drogon and save them?\nShe pondered upon this matter while she drew her banner. She\nalmost finished it when Drogon's chirrup forced her to curl into a ball and\nsqueeze her eyes shut. If she pretended to rest, like she had intended to,\nmaybe Drogon wouldn't disturb her.\nHis purr rippled with mellow tones, climbing and falling\nwith each rustling step he took towards her. Daenerys cracked an eye open, and\nspit almost stuck in her throat when his shadow washed over her. What was he\ndoing, so close to her? She told him to rest!\nDrogon did just that. He stepped next to her, engulfing her\nwith one wing while he trudged his imposing frame closer to her. His warm\nscales kissed her bare breasts, the silk-like membrane of his wing draped\nacross her back like a living blanket, and his neck curled around her in a\nprotective semi circle. Soft sounds vibrated through his chest,\nuncharacteristic of such a strong predator. The dragons she raised roared,\nshrieked, snapped at humans and burned their enemies. \nThis dragon, however, lied down next to her, his wing\nembracing her fragile form in the most gentle of grips while his snout nudged\nat her back with soft, inquisitive strokes. Such tenderness brought a fierce\nblush to Daenerys' cheeks; it made her heart thump in her chest like a war\ndrum. She loved it, and at the same time, she hated herself for not discovering\nthis side of Drogon earlier. \nTo compensate for her past transgressions, Daenerys grabbed\none of his horns. Drogon tensed up, letting out a curious trill at the sudden\ngrip around his horn, at the hand rubbing his cheek ever so slowly. His\nvermilion eye half lidded as Drogon unleashed his own burdening sigh. Whatever\nhe made of her gesture, Daenerys couldn't tell. Only that he liked it enough to\nfall asleep faster than she anticipated. \nTrapped in his sweltering embrace, her body tingled with\nominous shivers, filled with a lust that perplexed Daenerys. She first\nattributed it to Drogon's body heat; then, she blamed it on the smooth embrace\nof his velvety wing membrane that molded across her body perfectly. It throbbed\nand pulsated in unison with Drogon's breath, the soft shudders creeping through\nher frame.\nWith her mind in such disheveled state, churning with a sea\nof thoughts, Daenerys tried to squeeze her eyes shut and force herself to\nsleep. ****CLOSING COMMENTS****I never considered myself worthy of handling George RR Martin's characters. They are way above my level, but I wanted to make an exception for Daenerys. She is a spoiled princess that takes her dragons for granted and never understood what being a mother means. 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