{"sf1_id":884129,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Eternal Bond","author":"Cheetahs","words":8696,"posted_at":"2015-07-08T16:24:00.000Z","tags":["Adult","Adventure","Anatomically Correct","Aroused","Bestiality","Breasts","Character Development","Cuddling","Cum","Daenerys","Dragon","Drogon","Ejaculation","Fanfiction","Fantasy","Female","Feral","First Time","Game of Thrones","Handjob","Hard-on","Heterosexual","Human","Love","Lust","M/F","Male","Masturbation","Messy","Naughty","Non-anthro","Nudity","Plot Development","Romance","Rule 34","Spooge","Story Series","Teasing","Virgin","Wet","Wyvern","Yiff","Zoophilia","affection","cock","cum shot","erection","licking","orgasm","penis","seed","sex","straight"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/884129-the-eternal-bond","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/884129","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=884129\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 meIf you want more awesome stories from me, please consider Supporting me on Patreon\nfor novel chapters, two to three 5.000 words or longer short stories\nwith various themes and characters, and more exclusive content! Every\nbit helps, depending on your possibilities, and I'm extremely grateful\nto each and every one of you for being the driving force that pushes me\nto write these great stories for your enjoyment.***Well,\nthere it is, the second chapter of this story, where Daenerys realizes\nthat, as Drogon's mother, she is directly responsible to tending to his\nneeds, teach him how to control his instincts and be there for him when\nhe needs her. In this particular chapter, the bond between Daenerys and\nDrogon deepens, both of them reaching a higher understanding of one\nanother when Daenerys transcends her status as a Queen and accepts her\nrole as a mentor and a teacher for Drogon. Hope you like the cover picture I commissioned to mark the occasion. The artist managed\nto capture the emotional depth I had in mind for my story. While this\nparticular scene didn't really happen in my story, it still packs an\nemotional punch unlike any other to me.Characters belong to George RR MartinIdea and story by yours trulyArtwork done by Amayensis: http://amayensis.deviantart.com/***Chapter 2 starts here***She woke up during the middle of the night, drenched in\nsweat, with her heart beating so loud it threatened to burst in her chest.\nWhatever nightmare she had dreamt was washed away by Drogon's muffled moans and\nthose two smoldering eyes fixated on her. \nHe raised his snout from her belly, bumping against one of\nher breasts in the process. \n\"I--what is it--leave me room to breathe,\" she said hoarsely. \nFor some reason, she lied on her back, her nakedness exposed\nto Drogon's hungry eyes. That unnerved her enough to cross her arms over her\nchest and shield her bosom. \n Drogon's snout\nretreated further away, his purr deepening a little and his wing enclosing\naround her frame in a tighter grip.\n\"Don't you sleep? I told you to rest.\"\nHe nuzzled her shoulder in response and emitted a low\nwarble. \n\"Drogon, I--leave me. Get off me. I'm thirsty and need a\ndrink,\" she blurted out when nothing better came to her numb mind. \"Lift your\nwing.\"\nHe did, and as Daenerys crept outside of her warm sanctuary,\nshe noticed the reason of Drogon's inquisitive sniffs, the source of the frail\nshudders traversing his limbs and wings. \nIt protruded from the slit located between Drogon's\nhaunches, throbbing against the sand with a steady motion. His lifted wing\nrevealed its whole span to her, a bit shorter than her forearm, glistening\nunder the dapples of pale moonlight creeping through the clouds. \nHe was hard, Daenerys realized. Hard enough for his breaths\nto be labored and for his toes to clench inwards every time his meat jolted.\nThat's when his eyes snapped open, only to close a moment after, ever so\nslowly. \nA frail gasp escaped her before she whirled on her heels,\nunable to look at it. That was--it was Drogon's...and he didn't even have the\ndecency to cover himself!\n\"Mrrrrrr rrrrrrrr rrrrrrrr,\" came Drogon's steady purr as he\ndrifted back into the world of dreams.\nDaenerys would have chuckled to herself if her frame wasn't\nso bloody stiff. Awakening in the hot embrace of an overly excited dragon was\nnerve wracking, especially to his mother, to his queen. \nIt's his dreams, not\nyour scent, nor your body, Daenerys thought. It made sense, and she would\nhave had no trouble believing that if her dress still covered her body instead\nof serving a better purpose. Still, the suddenness of it disturbed her, more\nthan it should have. He was so hard, so big! Then again, if she had erotic\ndreams, why shouldn't Drogon?\nDaenerys smiled to herself on the way to the pool of water\nDrogon dug for her. She never thought she'd glimpse her children's gender, at\nleast not in such obvious fashion. That begged the question of their readiness\nto mate, and the implications of being the only living three males in the whole\nwide world. Would they fight each other? Split and never see each other away?\nAn ominous shiver crept through her spine at the thought of\nparting ways with her children. She barely knew them, and the short time spent\nwith Drogon awakened something within her, a spark that begged to be stoked. \nShe only let out her pent-up gasp when she sank into the\nwaist deep water. She jolted at first due to its cold touch, and clenched her\njaws hard enough for her teeth to ache from the terrible pressure. It took only\na few moments to adjust to it, and once she did, Daenerys bent forward to sip\nclear water from her cupped palm. \nThe water quenched more than her thirst; it stirred her\nsenses, rousing them from that pleasant numbness and filling her head with\nDrogon's throbbing length. \nIt was just a cock. A bit unusual in shape, smooth and blood\nred, tapered at the tip and thicker towards its base, where a few ridges\nencircled the meaty surface that spilled out from his slit. \nOnly, this cock was undeniably hard, and it belonged to\nDrogon, her child, a dragon who seemed too young to feel the allure of mating\nOr was he old enough already? They all grew so fast, from\ntiny hatchlings riding atop her shoulders to winged terrors that rained fire\nupon the unsuspecting prey from the skies. Drogon's frame already towered above\nher, and his long neck only added to that. She would have noticed their genders\nsooner or later, and yet, she didn't expect it to be so sudden, and strange,\nand intense. \nAnd Drogon--what did he make of it? He must have been so\nconfused when he discovered his sexuality for the first time, with no parents\nto teach him the reason for his growth, the implications of it, and its\npurpose: to reproduce. Only, he couldn't reproduce, not without a living,\nbreathing female.\nWhat if Rhaegal or Viserion\nis a female? A fleeting thought crossed her mind. She scoffed at first,\nthen laughed, so loud Drogon's shriek made her flinch and restrain herself.\nThis one, ridiculous thought proved just how much she knew of dragons. Why, she\ndidn't even check their genders before naming them!\nWith all that happened the previous day, the gender of her\ndragons seemed the least of Danny's concern. On her way back to Drogon's\nembrace, a debilitating sorrow shook her slender body, urging her to cross her\narms around her chest. All those dead people... The Sons of the Harpy have\neither been vanquished, or they had finished sweeping the city of every man and\nwoman still loyal to Daenerys. Did they kill Missandei, Torgo Nudho, Daario,\nand everyone she cared about? \nAt least she still had her children, and her children had\nher. Drogon's eagerness to wrap her in his silk-like wing proved her as much,\nand for the first time ever, Danny grinned to herself. Nothing felt better to a\nmother than her own child's embrace. \nWhen she next woke up, Drogon no longer had his snout rested\nagainst her chest. His wing didn't shield her from the morning sun's glare. The\ndeafening silence of the dried oasis cut through her deeper than Drogon's\nabsence--it made her suppress a desperate scream as she tried to put her\nthoughts in order.\nHe didn't go that far, for he had a wounded haunch and a\nmuch too weak body to sustain a prolonged flight. Cold logic suggested that he\nwas somewhere close, yet that didn't stop Daenerys' heart from pounding in her\nchest. \nShe shot onto her legs, her wide, panicked eyes scouting,\nlooking for him, her mouth open, ready to scream his name. She almost did, had\nshe not spotted the singed haunch of whatever it belonged to propped against\nthe trunk of a palm tree. \nHer benefactor landed next to it a moment after, with a\nfluid grace that made her squint in disbelief.\n\"Why did you fly? I told you not to fly. Told you to rest\nand recover your strength so that we can--\" she cut off before she said\nsomething stupid, like scolding her child for providing her with something to\nfill her growling stomach with. \nDrogon didn't utter a peep. He grabbed the seared haunch of\nmeat--a sheep's, by the look of its size--and presented it to her, purring with\ndelight. \nDaenerys raised an eyebrow. \"For me? It's too much, and it's\nhalf raw. I can...\"\nShe trailed off as Drogon dropped the haunch, rolled it onto\nthe raw side, and breathed a thin stream of dragonfire upon it. He seared it to\na fine, brown crust, without turning it to charcoal. Impressive.\nOnce done, he grabbed the haunch and offered it to her a\nsecond time with a reassuring growl.\n\"Drogon, I don't think I can--I'm grateful. Truly am,\"\nDaenerys said, and even smiled to mask the apprehension coating her voice. \"But\na meal is nowhere near as important as your recovery. I told you to mind your\nwounds. Any sudden movement will open them again.\"\nDrogon snorted, shook his head, and cut a bandage with the\nclaws of his wing appendage. It fell to the ground, a white and red ribbon that\nthe wind claimed before Daenerys had the chance to do so. \nShe almost retorted at his ridiculous gesture if her eyes\ndidn't narrow with suspicion. The spear gash that the bandage covered--there was\nno sign of it! Daenerys ran her hand across Drogon's neck to make sure of it,\nobtaining his customary purr in response, rich and deep. She unraveled the rest\nof his bandages, only to obtain the same results.\nHe healed. In less than a day. Even his haunch wound closed,\na speckle of dark grey skin standing out, surrounded by a sea of scales. Those would\ngrow to cover it as well, undoubtedly. \nThe touch of Drogon's snout upon her shoulder drew Danny\nback to her senses. He had a glint in his eyes, a smug look that said, \"I'm\nstronger and more capable than you think, mother.\"\n\"No, you're not flying anywhere else today. Give your body\nsome time to recover,\" Daenerys said, her voice so stern it surprised her as\nwell. \"A few closed wounds won't make up for your blood loss. You will get\ndizzy at times and feel weakened, and I don't want that to happen while we fly.\nFalling out of the sky is not how I want to perish.\"\nShe already referred to them as 'we', even though her first\nflight made her nauseous and more than a little queasy. Drogon needed her\nguidance, however, at least until he learned a few more things about the human\nsociety and how it worked. \n\"Mrr?\"\nDrogon's trill made her blink her unfocused eyes. \n\"Oh, the meat. It's too much for me, Drogon. I am no dragon,\nto eat a haunch in one sitting.\"\nNot that it mattered to Drogon. He craned his neck forward,\nhis jaws hovering above her arms, his crest flicking from side to side as he\nstared at her expectantly. \nWould he be offended if she didn't accept his offering? And\nwhat would he make of her refusal? She didn't want him to eat the whole thing\nand leave her hungry, nor go hunt again for her sake and bring back a whole\ngoat.\nDaenerys grabbed the proffered haunch of meat, groaning and\nbending forward under its weight. Without Drogon's jaws to hold it, the thirty\npounds chunk of meat weighed down her arms, smearing its juices all over her. \n\"Go rest while I eat,\" Daenerys said through short, daunting\nhuffs. \"And thank you. For bringing this to me, even though it's more than I\nneed.\"\nUpon hearing that, Drogon snatched the haunch from her grip,\nsprawled on his side, and lifted a wing to expose his dark grey chest to her.\nHe thrummed invitingly, blinking in approval. \nIt couldn't hurt, to rest her back against his scaled side\nwhile she ate. Better leverage, smoother surface, and his warmth to soothe her.\nThe palm trees had a rough, ridged bark that chaffed her back raw, whereas\nDrogon's scales had yet to harden to the impenetrable chainmail everybody\ntalked about. He was still young, only a summer and a half old, with a temper\nthat earned him several spears lodged into his hide. \nDaenerys tucked her knees together and stretched her arms\nexpectantly once her butt kissed the warm sand. Drogon eased the haunch into\nher grip, licking the savory juices off his scaly lips. Although the rich brown\nof the meat looked good, its taste made Danny's stomach churn and her throat to\ntighten from her suppressed gagging. Without salt and spices, lamb had a raw,\npungent taste, one that urged her to hold her breath while chewing hard and\nfast. \nShe focused entirely on her meal, her eyes fixated on the\nhaunch, her nostrils flared to take in deep breaths. The small folk considered\na lamb haunch a real treat, to be eaten at certain festivities only, while she\ngasped and gagged and struggled to gulp down even a couple of bites. Was that\nwhat her pampered lifestyle turned her into? A weak, pitiful creature that\ncouldn't even enjoy a rich, soft meat somebody else supplied her with? \nWith a groan and a vehement shake of her head, Daenerys\nrefused to let her body best her. She needed to eat, to build up her strength,\nto strike back against the Sons of the Harpy. To do that, she had to swallow\nevery single bite. \n\"This one's a lamb, yes?\" Her jaws hurt from the frantic chewing,\nher stomach reeled with the weight of half raw meat, but the thought of this\nbeing her last meal for the following days kept Daenerys motivated. \"You can't\nhunt lambs. Not goats, nor chicken, nor cows. Animals that belong to humans are\nto be left unscathed.\"\nDrogon regarded her with a confused expression, like that of\na child who tried to impress his mother and failed to do so. His soft thrum\nsoftened her frame, but Daenerys straightened her shoulders, swallowed hard to\ncontain her building hiccups, and narrowed her eyes.\n\"I had to chain your brothers, to take away their freedom\nwhen the humans threatened to take their lives. I will have no choice but to\nchain you if you hunt another sheep, cow, goat or chicken again.\" She made sure\nto speak the name of every domesticated species, hoping that Drogon's mind\nwould make the right connections.\nHis only reply was his deep hum as his snout closed in to\nnuzzle her shoulder, his nostrils flared as he drew in quick, successive\nbreaths. Daenerys assumed he favored the smell of singed meat, but the throaty\nmoan that followed was unlike any sound she had heard before. \nHe drew back, as quickly as he stretched his neck to nuzzle\nher, and began to lick at his shoulder idly while his haunches kept shifting,\nhis toes flexing and curling to grip fistfuls of sand. With the corner of her\neyes, she caught a glimpse of his growing discomfort; it poked through his\nslit, a throbbing shaft with a tapered tip that lurched and swelled with each\nshuddering ripple that traversed Drogon's frame. \nDaenerys' breath stuck in her throat for a fleeting moment.\nHer stomach tightened, and a lump formed in her throat at the sight of his\nexpanding meat. He grew so fast! In the span of a few thundering heart beats,\nhis member already made its way out of his slit in its entirety, the ridges\nlined along his base flared with obvious lust. \nHe can't control it,\nDaenerys thought. He is just discovering\nhis sexuality. These things happen.\nAnd when they happened, they made her so uncomfortable\nDaenerys tucked back into her meal and began eating like a ravenous beast, if\nonly to distract herself from Drogon's pulsating shaft. It bobbed up and down,\nslapping against his belly with soft thumps, then touched the coarse sand for a\nbrief moment, during which Drogon hissed his displeasure. \nShe took one more bite, then another, focusing on the sounds\nof her chewing to distract herself from Drogon's curt shrieks, growls,\nwhimpers. She tried her best to keep her eyes fixated on her meal, but a\nperverse sense of curiosity urged her to look sideways. Whenever that happened,\nDaenerys' heart skipped a beat. \nSeeing her child erect unnerved her, and his pained sounds\neven more so. His flesh looked so smooth and sensitive, blanketed with his\ntranslucent arousal, and it never stopped moving. It tensed up, hitting his\nbelly, making Drogon shudder and flex his wings. He tried relaxing his limbs\nand lift a hind leg towards the sky, but that only caused his tip to slide\nacross the sand as his haunches thrust instinctively. \nA whine escaped him, short and feeble, filled with pent-up\nirritation at his predicament. \nDaenerys smiled at first. Watching a male dragon's obvious\ndiscomfort made for an odd yet amusing experience, one that only she could ever\nwitness. The more she listened to his whimpers, however, the more uncomfortable\nshe became, until her smile turned wry and her eyebrows arched with veiled\nconcern. What if he hurt himself down there? His member looked so vulnerable, a\nrod of glistening meat, lacking the protection of scales. \nShe gulped down the last bite, wiped her mouth with an arm,\nand chanced him a fleeting glance. \"I'm done eating Drogon. It's yours.\"\n\"Mrrrrrrrrrrrp?\" Drogon tucked his tightness behind the\nsanctuary of a haunch, snarling with obvious displeasure at the raw touch of\nhis own scales pressing against his erection.\nDaenerys presented him the haunch, arms shaking under its\nweight. \"You should eat it before it spoils.\"\nHe nuzzled her shoulder first. Then, he drew back, crest\nflared with puzzlement. \n\"I'm a human, Drogon. I had my fill. That means I cannot eat\nanymore.\"\nThat's what the dragon waited to hear. His jaws latched\naround the haunch, his tongue wrapping tight around it to carry it into his maw.\nHe swallowed it down in one hard gulp, without even chewing on it. Such an\neffortless way of eating, with no tears welled on the corner of his eyes from\nhis first experience with raw meat and no panting involved from the hefty\nchewing motion. Daenerys wiped her budding tears away with her arm, her hands\ntoo grimy for this purpose.\nDrogon noticed her fanned fingers, and the way she shook her\nhands to get rid of the droplets of lamb juices. Before she had the chance to\nobject, his tongue lashed out of his snout, curling around her hands and\nslurping away the fluids drenching her soft skin with deft strokes. \n\"Drogon wait. You're only making things worse. Your drool\nis--I'll still have to wash afterwards.\" \nThat didn't stop him from gripping her hands with his\nstrong, muscular tongue and pulling her towards the rows of razor-sharp teeth,\ntoo close for comfort. Daenerys cringed at first, bit her lower lip to suppress\na gasp when Drogon's purr ignited in his throat at giving her such a thorough\nlicking.\n\"T--thank you,\" Daenerys' shaky voice came as soon as his\ntongue let go of her. \"Though I have to wash away your drool now.\" She\nstretched out a hand to block his snout. \"I will be back. To clean myself, all\nI have to do is take a stroll over to the pit and bathe myself GAH,\" she gasped\nwhen Drogon's tongue attacked her torso, his lithe appendage dancing around her\nbare, curvaceous breasts, wiping away both sweat and thin blotches of lamb\njuices.  \nShe squirmed, giggled, even yelped under his relentless\ntongue strokes. It tickled! But more than that, her child became bolder and\nmore daring with each passing second. Having cleaned her upper body, he now\nswitched to her thighs, smeared with blood and soot. Faced with her thicker,\nstronger limbs, Drogon's licks became more erratic, lacking the finesse he displayed\nearlier.  His slurps became terser, his\nwhiffs stronger as he slipped down a thigh, only to return to her loins for\nanother stroke shortly afterwards. \nDaenerys caught his snout between her hands, clutching him\nhard, as if her life depended on it. \"Enough. I'm more than clean. I don't need\nyou to lick me all over with your slobbering tongue and only make things worse\ninstead of--\"\nDrogon's throaty whimpers climbed a pitch higher. He shook\naway from her grip, bumped his snout into her femininity, and dabbed his tongue\nat her dainty folds. \nDaenerys' eyes widened in an instant at the sudden\npenetration. Blood surged through her temples, making them pound, and her eyes\nhalf lidded to contain the jolt of pleasure that spiked through her being. Only\nhis forked tip made it through her thin entrance and into her silken depths,\nhis stroke feeble, short, yet enough to make her bite her lower lip to muffle\nher gasp. \nShe knew what happened, why it happened. Her child wanted to\nsatisfy his curiosity. Nothing more. And still, that didn't stop the\noverwhelming revulsion from making her stomach lurch from the sudden\nrealization. He invaded her innermost sanctuary without her consent! That alone\nbrought sudden strength to Daenerys' arms, and she finally managed to shove the\npersistent snout away. \n\"STOP!\" She yelled from atop her lungs. \"Don't touch me.\nNever touch me, ever again!\" she demanded, her voice hoarse and breathless. \nDrogon cocked his head, crest twitching, nostrils flared. He\nblinked fast, as if trying to dispel the trance that took hold of him, and\nreleased a drawn-out whimper in response to her request. \nNot good enough. Daenerys made use of his distraction to\njump to her feet and lunge away from him, barely containing the feral growl\nthat clawed at her throat, begging for release. He tasted her. He violated her.\nHe snuck his tongue inside her on a whim, without regard for moral\nimplications. \n\"He's a beast,\" she hissed. \"That's what he is. A mindless\nbeast driven by urges and instincts.\"\nShe chanced a look back at him, and crossed her grimy hands\nover her mouth when she saw his member tense up and release thin, watery jets\nof arousal that whipped at the ground with each spurt. Drogon's building roar\nshattered into mellow growls, and he used his wing appendages to secure a firm\nposition while his head snaked towards...\nDaenerys turned away, unable to look. \n\"He's a beast. A mindless beast, driven by urges and\ninstincts,\" she said to herself over his thinning moans. Her pace picked up,\nand goose bumps lined along her arms as Drogon took care of his tightness with\nhis snout, or tongue, or whatever. Bile rose in her throat at the thought of\nher child swallowing his own essence. Only whores in their lavish brothels\nswallowed semen. Not her child. Never her child. \nHis increasingly harsher growls soothed her inner turmoil\nsomewhat, culminating with an exasperated roar and a thud of defeat as Drogon\ncrashed back against the ground, still hard, still unsatisfied. She smiled to\nherself at his failed attempt to draw the seed out of his body, and at the same\ntime, she felt strangely conflicted. \nMen had wives to tend to their needs, and the men who didn't\nhave a wife paid whores to alleviate their throbbing discomfort. Drogon had no\none. No female to pursue, no mate to sink his tapered length into, no nether\ndepths to fill to the brim with his essence. All he had were his snout and\npaws, both unfit to bring him the much needed release he sought. \nHer head became even heavier as she entered the pool of\nlukewarm water. She sank inside it up to her breasts, releasing a heavy sigh,\nladen with a thousand worries. Did Viserion and Rhaegal battle their own urges?\nWere they still alive? Although their fire and talons proved more than a match\nto any Sons of the Harpy that lacked the acumen to attack a dragon, the chains\ngrounded them, fettered them, restricted their freedom. The Sons of the Harpy\nhad but wait for hunger to weaken her children, and then end them. \nIcy fingers crept through Daenerys' spine at the gloomy\nthought, urging her to quench her thirst and then splash water over her sun\nkissed skin. A few hefty scrubs washed away Drogon's drool, and she snuck two\nfingers into her pussy, moaning as she rubbed her sensitive walls to clean them\nof Drogon's saliva. Disgusting creature, to sneak his tongue into everything\nwith a hole...\nShe giggled at that particular thought, never imagining that\ndragons shared so many traits with other beasts. The books painted them as\nstoic, majestic creatures that overcame their bodily needs and cared for naught\nbut obeying the humans they trusted. Drogon, on the other hand, became\nhelplessly hard, and had no clue on how to tend to this impediment. He sniffed\nat her crevice, licked it, even washed her body with his tongue while purring\nlike an oversized cat. \nShe liked this playful side of him, his unbidden curiosity\nat exploring his mother with the only tools he had at his disposal, his snout\nand tongue. It contrasted with his wilder side, the one that he still struggled\nto contain. \n\"I have to help him. Teach him how to live alongside\nhumans,\" Daenerys whispered under her breath. She was his mother, and mothers\ntaught their children everything they needed to know. \nBent on fixing her past transgressions, Daenerys clambered\nout of the pool and shuffled towards Drogon. He perked his head up, his\nnostrils widening to catch her soggy scent. \n\"No no, don't lick,\" Daenerys said when she was in range of\nhis snout and tongue. \"The sun's rays have a bite to them, and the moisture\nkeeps me cool.\"\nShe settled in front of him, grabbed him by one horn to\nsettle him in her lap, and began stroking the sides of his jaw with her\nfingertips. \n\"I know you have a...problem,\" Daenerys blurted out. \"I've\nseen it, noticed your discomfort at trying to...relieve that pressing urge.\"\nDrogon's eyes bore into hers, his ebony slits thin, sunken\ninside pools of molten lava. He let out a frail chirrup as his crest flattened\nalong his skull. \nThat only made it more awkward for her. Whatever noble\nintentions she had at teaching him on how to deal with humans, they vanished\namidst her swirling thoughts. \"It will go away. It always does. All you need is\nproper distraction.\" \nShe threw his hindquarters a fleeting glimpse. Still hard. \nA wan smile spread across her lips. Her fingers curled\naround his angular jaw, stroking it faster, flaring Drogon's rumbling purr a\npitch higher. \n\"There are things you have to learn, my child, certain ways\nof how to deal with us humans. Is that a lesson that interests you?\"\nDrogon's crest flared with excitement, and he dug his snout\ninto her belly, dabbing at her skin with the tip of his forked tongue. \nDaenerys switched her palm over his snout, looking at him\nwith a stern gaze. \"No Drogon. No play. Now you stay and listen. It's very\nimportant that you do.\"\nHis head shifted against her thighs as he made himself\ncomfortable in her lap. The rough kiss of his scales made Daenerys wince at\nfirst, but the warmth oozing through them quickly washed away her discomfort. \n\"Humans always fear that which they do not understand, and\nyou're a dragon. There is no living person that truly understands a dragon, not\neven me.\"\n\"Rrrrrrrrrr?\" He crooned, nudging her breasts with the soft\nscales rounding his flared nostrils.\n\"No, not even me.\" She leaned over to kiss his brow and rest\nher cheek against his smoldering scales while her fingers traced the exquisite\nshape of his smooth horns. \"I wasn't there for you, like mothers should be. I\nfed you in a rush, intent on going back to my kind and their platitudes. I\nnever slept at your side, never checked on your welfare. I barely touched your\nscales...\"\nShe trailed off, basking in Drogon's warmth, delighting in\nthe suave strokes of his snout against her chest and arms. He was so quick to\nforgive her for a lifetime of loneliness, so tender, so kind, a stark contrast\nwith the vicious beasts other people made dragons to be.\nDaenerys swallowed the lump in her throat and continued with\na shaky voice. \"The humans will shun you. They will never trust your presence,\nso stay away from them. Do not steal their belongings, kill their animals, or\nsleep on their turf. Most importantly, don't harm them when they seek to harm\nyou.\"\nDrogon drew back at that, forcing her to look upon him as he\nblinked several times in confusion.\n\"They're fragile creatures, Drogon. Only their steel can\nharm you, and that's only until your scales harden after a summer or two.\"\nHe shook his head, snorting, his crest tucking and flexing. \nDaenerys didn't know what that mean, only that he needed her\nhands upon his cheeks and his chin against her haunches. She caressed him,\ndrawing the growling spite out of him and replacing it with his customary purr.\n\n\"There are people that you can kill, like the spear bearers\nwith masks called the Sons of the Harpy. If a human ever tries to harm you, fly\naway if you can. Fleeing for safety is the best course of action.\"\nDrogon's purr deepened under her pleasant treatment, and\nvisible shudders crept through his scaled hide. His wings twitched a little,\nand Drogon raised his head to look upon his throbbing length. A soft warble\nleft his maw, so melodious, yet laden with palpable distress.\nHe sought refuge into her lap once again, his nostrils\ntwitching as he took in deep, audible breaths. His tongue poked out of his\nsnout, touching her thighs, making Daenerys recoil and Drogon hiss. He suddenly\nsprawled onto his side, growling his lust as several jets of translucent\narousal speared out of his cock in quick succession. They shot past her with\nuncanny force, drawing visible furrows across the sand where they landed.\nThat was her cue to get up and throw Drogon an uncertain\nglance. If he was close enough to his great pleasure, then she wanted to make\nsure he was alone, unperturbed by her presence, while he spilled his great\nburden. \"I'm--I have to make my water. You should try using your tongue. It's\nflexible, has a good grip, and it's more than fit for...that hard muscle of\nyours.\"\nShe turned her back to him and hurried for the cover of the\nnearest palm tree. She crashed under its shadow and released an audible sigh\nbefore cupping her face into her palms. Drogon's musk, raw and spicy, clung to\nher skin; it made her shiver due to its foreign touch, but she quickly grew\naccustomed to it. \nShe relished the moment of peace, away from Drogon's\nembrace. His heat smothered her, and his purr still filled her ears, the most\npleasant of songs that a dragon mother could hear. He was a creature of\ninstinct, her Drogon. He most certainly knew how to take care of his growing\nproblem.\nHis frustrated growls, however, proved otherwise. Daenerys\ntensed up, sucked in a deep breath to still her racing heart beats, and took a\npeek at Drogon.\nHe lay on his side, presenting her with his belly and the bobbing\nnuisance that he couldn't quite reach due to the span of his wing. Once his\nneck grew a bit longer, he would undoubtedly be able to pleasure himself, but\nfor now, a few infuriating inches kept his thrusting tongue away from his ruddy\ntip. \nAfter a few more failed attempts to take himself into his\nmaw, Drogon sprawled across the sand, his hind paw aloft to offer Daenerys the\nbest image of his malehood. She swallowed emptily, holding her breath while she\ngauged it. \nIt was so big! A bit longer than her forearm, thinner\ntowards the tip and almost as thick as her thigh towards the ridged base. His\nmember pulsated in unison with his breath, beads of translucent arousal forming\nonto his tip and dripping on the ground in a steady motion. \nDaenerys pressed her back against the trunk of the palm\ntree, unable to look at it a moment longer. The way Drogon's snout scrunched,\nhis deepening snarl, and that constant, frustrated growl smoldering in his\nchest tore at her heart with fiery claws. \nWhat seemed ridiculous and slightly repulsive to her brought\ngreat discomfort to her child. Unlike humans, who shrunk after a fleeting\nmoment, Drogon remained hard for longer than she cared to count. His rock hard\nmeat needed proper stimulation to relax--stimulation that Drogon couldn't\nprovide on his own. \n\"This is ridiculous,\" Danny said to herself before letting\nout an exasperated sigh. \"What am I supposed to do for him? He doesn't need me.\nI can't do anything for him. What he needs is a female.\"\nThat excuse again. Daenerys knew it well, for she always\nblamed the needs of her children on something else other than her abilities to\nsolve them. She had lived like this since the very day they hatched, oblivious\nto their needs and to the affection they harbored for her. A few moments spent\nin Drogon's presence made him bloom, and reveal to her a tender side that she\nhad no knowledge of. What sort of mother was she, to flee from her children\nwhenever they had need of her?\nMothers take care of\ntheir children's needs, no matter what they are. \nThis one thought steeled Daenerys; it filled her with\nmotherly courage, pushing her onto her feet and carrying her towards Drogon.\nShe knew what she had to do, how to do it, and why. And still, her heart\npounded in her chest. A thin film of sweat covered her frame, and not due to\nthe sun's midday glare. \nShe was apprehensive, yes; what dragon mother in her stead\nwouldn't be? Drogon had every right to mistrust her intentions, and a swing of\nthose wicked talons was enough to disembowel her. \nDaenerys pressed on, undaunted, her gaze sharp and her\nfootsteps firm. The intensity of her posture took Drogon aback. The dragon\nflinched, letting out a flimsy growl at her approach and stretched his neck to\ngreet her. \n\"My child,\" Daenerys said as she ran a hand down his neck\nwhile the other petted him between the nostrils. \"My sweet, caring child. You\nmade me a mother a summer and a half ago, but it's only now that I understand\nwhat being a mother requires.\"\nDrogon trilled in delight, rubbing his cheek against her\nside and licking at her hand enthusiastically. \n\"I always loved you Drogon, but you helped me understand\nwhat love means, as well as the extent of a mother's efforts to see her\nchildren flourish.\" \nShe fell onto her knees, wrapped his arms around his neck,\nand embraced her child for the first time. A true hug, where his heat slipped\nthrough her bare skin, sending fiery tingles through her muscles, rousing her\nsenses from their long time stupor. \nAnd then, for the first time, Daenerys grinned. A genuine\nsmile, full of warmth and passion, reserved only for her child. She loved the\nway Drogon's purr vibrated within her chest, the soft touches of his snout\nagainst her perky breasts, his shuddering crest as he tried to cope with Daenerys'\nsudden affection towards him. That only made her heart swell and her stomach to\nfill with butterflies.\nShe loved him, more than she ever loved Drogo. \nDaenerys made her feelings known by staring into Drogon's\ndeep, understanding eyes while she stroked his neck. They didn't need words to\nunderstand each other; the bond between mother and child ran deeper than that,\nand both of them knew it.\n\"Mothers take care of their children's needs, Drogon, no\nmatter what they are.\"\nWith that said, Daenerys got onto her feet. She fondled his\nleathery crest on the way towards his hindquarters, relishing its softness upon\nher fingers. Drogon liked it too, by the sound of his deep purr and half lidded\neyes. The poor, horny thing no longer hoped to tend to his erection. He remained\nat the mercy of his instincts, something that Daenerys didn't want to allow,\nnot while her perfectly capable hands made Drogon shudder, twitch and jerk his\ntail from a mere touch upon his scaly hide. \nTo ease him into it--and to contain her own rising\napprehension--Daenerys first massaged his wing, starting from the thick wing\njoint and continuing along the smooth, leathery surface. His wing membrane was\nmore sensitive than she assumed, for Drogon lifted his wing out of her reach\nand shook it a few times to dispel her foreign touch. \nTicklish--no, not ticklish. Dragons didn't let out such a\nfrail, shrilling cry from a mere tickle, nor did their cock lurch and spew\nforth a string of liquid arousal. Drogon practically teetered on the edge of\nhis climax, his paws shuddering, and his toes clenching around nothingness\nwhile his tail tip twitched fervently. \nDaenerys considered caressing his haunch, maybe grip his\ntoes and hold them still while she inspected his talons. Were they as sharp as\npeople claimed? \nYou're stalling, she\nmentally scolded herself. You know what\nto do and purposefully delay it.\nShe was, but that's only because she stood inches from\nDrogon's pulsing meat. Grabbing a dragon's malehood and stroking him to its\ncompletion was unheard of, and her blood boiled at the mere prospect of doing\nit. Every fiber in her body grew taut with nervousness, and moisture vanished\nfrom her throat, leaving it tight and parched. \nShe had to do it. Fast, before she lost her nerve. \nDaenerys lowered herself onto her knees for better access,\nswallowed emptily, and bit her lower lip, the pain motivating her stretched\nhand to inch closer, and closer, until...\nA ragged gasp escaped her upon contact, dwarfed by Drogon's\nsudden shriek. She stumbled back, her heart threatening to burst in her chest\nas Drogon scrambled to his feet and lunged away from her with a leap enhanced\nby a wing beat. \nHe turned towards her, snarling, hissing, his crest flared\nand his member half retreated into his slit. \nDaenerys wanted to apologize, to seek forgiveness for her\nbold approach, to say something, or at least signal Drogon to approach.\nShe couldn't. She was paralyzed, her fingers stiff and\nrigid, her palm coated with Drogon's arousal. The sudden heat of his member still\nsmoldered within the surface of her skin, and the tightness of his meat\nconfirmed Daenerys' suspicion. What she did was right, necessary, justified. \nDrogon knew it as well. That fleeting touch scared him and\nexcited him in equal measure, enough to make him sprawl onto his side and lure\nDaenerys to approach him with soft, whining sounds. She strode towards him,\nemboldened by the mellow sounds tugging at her heart. Once she reached him,\nDrogon's purr flared in his throat, his snout rubbing all over her body while\nhis tongue licked every inch of her. Daenerys had to grab his horns to keep\nherself from falling under the relentless show of affection, and waited until\nhis excitement subsided before making her move. \nThis time, she patted his haunch to get his attention,\nallowing her resolute gaze to sink in. Drogon responded by flicking his crest\nand sprawling onto his side, his breath labored and his purr hitching in his\nthroat due to nerves. \nDaenerys never imagined Drogon, of all creatures, to be the\nnervous type. Then again, it was the first time for them both, and she still\ncouldn't unravel her numb tongue enough to form words. Instead, she allowed\nactions to speak on her behalf, by kneeling next to his member and grabbing the\nmiddle of his shaft between her cupped hands.\nDrogon's reaction was immediate--his aloft hind paw jerked,\nand his wings fluttered as a whimpering growl reverberated through the air. His\nmember began rocking back and forth, urging Daenerys to slide towards his tip\nwith rocky movements. Once there, she cupped his tapered tip within the\nconfines of her palm, kneading at his smooth, sensitive flesh, rubbing him with\nher finger pads, allowing him to thrust between her fingers. \nHis hindquarters jerked with terse, awkward motions, driving\nhis length deeper into her palm, urging her to tighten her clutch. She did, and\nher firmer grip made Drogon's growls turn into a building shriek. He grew still\nfor a fleeting moment, then bucked his hindquarters once again, his aqueous\narousal bursting from his tip with such pressure than Daenerys relinquished her\ngrip over his tip and focused on the rest of his shaft instead. \nHow did one pleasure a dragon, anyway? Every part of him\nseemed responsive to her touch, and Drogon's paws shook whenever her fingers\nlaced around his member. The translucent arousal that coated its surface made\nher hands slide across it effortlessly, each tantalizing motion a feast to\nDrogon's overly sensitive member. He jerked, shook, throbbed within the\nconfines of her hands, the thrusts of his haunches curt and rocky.\nHe is suppressing his\nurge to mate, Daenerys realized. He\nis afraid of thrusting too hard, too deep; afraid of hurting his mother by\nallowing his instincts to take over. \nDaenerys let go of his member for a second, allowing Drogon\nto draw in a deep, wheezing breath while she caressed his stiff haunch. She\noffered him a forced smile, yet that had to do. When her body shook with\nobvious distress at handling Drogon's erection, her muscles didn't feel quite\nas responsive as they should.\n\"Do not fight it, my dear child,\" she whispered. \"That's the\npoint of it, to feel good. How can it feel good, if you are so uptight about\nit?\"\nDrogon dipped his head, growling uncertainly and shifting a\nwing over his haunch to cover himself.\n\"No.\" Daenerys thrust a hand against his wing, holding it\nfrom falling over his member. \"I want to do this Drogon. It's what mothers do.\nA mother takes care of her children's needs, no matter what they are, and you\nneed this. You need your release.\"\nShe didn't give him time to doubt himself. Instead, her\nhands returned to his member, running along his length, massaging it with slow,\ntantalizing movements, drawing frail moans from him. Drogon's head jerked\nupwards, his eyes closed to fight back his lust as his cock lurched in her grip\nwith obvious need.\nShe had to do it. Had to get his release. Only, Daenerys\ndidn't quite know how. In theory, it all seemed fine, but his thick cock made\nfor an awkward grip for her petite hands, and the slick arousal coating his\nsurface made her grip falter every time his member lurched.\nDaenerys tried her best to stoke Drogon's pleasure with a\njerking, up and down motion, quite rocky and abrupt. Instead of keeping her\nfingers intertwined and clutch his length at all times while using the gaping\nhole between her palms to surround him in a pleasant grip, Daenerys resorted to\nsomething else entirely. She stroke his cock, like one stroked a dog, rubbing\nit, squeezing it, kneading at it with hard, hard, clumsy movements. \nShe didn't know what else to do, or how to do it properly.\nHer temples pounded so hard her head threatened to burst, and she only realized\nshe had been holding her breath when Drogon's screeching roar made her jolt and\nyelp. \nWas he--was he going to....?\nDaenerys didn't wait for the confirmation. Her eyes settled\non those flared ridges, and both of her hands followed. They became impossibly\nhard, three uneven rings of flesh that Daenerys rubbed so hard and fast her\nwrists burned from the rapid motion. While one hand stimulated his ridged base,\nthe other slid towards his tip, her fingers latching around it, squeezing and\nreleasing him with a milking motion. \nThat did it for Drogon. His climax hit him so hard that his\nroar died in his throat and his frame fell limp before his impending release.\nDaenerys' own breath hitched, her eyes wide, her body trembling in unison with\nthe rocking motion of his cock.\nWithout as much as a warning, Drogon's seed burst out of his\ntapered tip, a hefty ivory spear that took him straight into his neck. He\nhissed first, then released shuddering moans as his burdening essence left his\nbody in thick, long jets that continued to pelt his neck. They splattered upon\nhis scales with audible squelches, and all Drogon did was roar his heart out,\nhis neck too numb to shift out of the way.\nDaenerys fell onto her belly from the sheer might of his\nspurts, cradling his member to her chest as she pointed it towards the\nsprawling desolation, away from Drogon's body. With no searing spurts to\nplaster upon his frame, Drogon's roar flared a pitch higher, becoming a thin\nshrill that reverberated within Daenerys' chest. It grew weaker and weaker,\njust like his spurts, as the dragon's pent-up lust poured out of his body.\nHe had so much in him! By the time he tapered off, his thick\ndraconic essence created a small puddle, several feet away from them, bearing\nthe same sharp fragrance as Drogon's body. Daenerys continued to stroke him\nidly as she cradled his length tight against her chest, panting in unison with\nDrogon's wheezing breaths, milking the last of his dribbling spurts. His first\nspurts had a thick, creamy consistency to them, while his latter ones grew\nmilky and slippery. \nShe smeared his essence along his cock, painting its ruddy\nsurface with blotches of white, rubbing his ridges a few more times before his\nshrinking length fled into the confines of his slit. As soon as his tip\ndisappeared into the ocean of black that his scales were, Daenerys rolled away\nfrom him and stopped upon her back, her brow furrowed and her eyes squinted\nagainst the sun's harsh rays. Drogon's first climax drained her, nearly as much\nas it drained him. The dragon tried to purr, but his ragged breaths got in the\nway, as did the occasional moaning growl that still rippled through the air. \n\"You're my child,\" Daenerys said. \"There is...nothing I'll\ndeny you, ever again.\"\nIt felt strangely right to say it. Her words resonated with\nher maternal instinct of looking after her children, stoking it, making this\nwhole experience of giving Drogon his first climax a necessity, nothing else. \nShe rolled onto her chest when the rasping sound of tongue\nbrushing against scales stirred her senses. Drogon began licking himself clean,\nhis nimble tongue rolling across the thin, ivory snakes coating his hide. His\nsnarl deepened whenever he carried his creamy seed into his maw, his tail tip\ntwitching with renewed vigor. \nDid the taste disturb him? Daenerys didn't wait to find out.\nShe pushed herself onto her legs to circle Drogon, approaching him from the\nside that didn't bear the outcome of his explosive climax. The scent of\ndraconic essence wafted through the small puddle he created, making Daenerys\nsnort and wipe her nose to distract herself from its pungent touch. It had a\ntangy tint, quite heavy and musky, yet delightfully foreign. The more she\nbreathed in, the faster she became accustomed to it, enough for her stomach to\nsettle and keep from lurching when Drogon turned his head to face her. Thin\nstrands of creamy, ivory seed marred his chin from where his tongue couldn't\nreach it. Daenerys tried her best to ignore them, but that proved futile when\nDrogon's snout snaked forward, brushing against her with renewed affection, his\npurr louder than ever. \nDaenerys yelped, shrieked, cringed under his terse assault. She\nstaggered back, heaving, glaring at Drogon from smearing his essence all over\nher body. \n\"That's one other thing you have to learn,\" she said with a\nstern voice. \"To wash yourself when you're filthy, and be careful not to spread\nit all over--\"\nHe trudged closer to her, enough for his tongue to wash all\nover her body. Daenerys kept her mouth shut for fear of getting his saliva into\nher mouth, or worse, his seed. His breath reeked with his musky tang, and\nDrogon still purred, oblivious to it.\nShe couldn't fault him for his display of affection, not\nafter her child had his first climax. His pleasurable experience made him\noverly affectionate and tender, his snout pausing to utter a low, inquisitive\ngrowl before rubbing against Daenerys' frame. She nodded, and the moment it\nhappened, Drogon was all over her, rubbing his neck against her frame, then\nbrushing his cheek along one of her arms. \nHe begged for her caress, the rogue. When Daenerys didn't\ngive it to him, he settled next to her and wrapped her in the warm shelter of\nhis wing. He squeezed her tight enough to make Daenerys giggle and scratch idly\nat that sensitive, leathery surface, drawing throaty whimpers from him. \n\"What's the matter? Growing a bit excited?\" Daenerys teased\nas she did her best to stimulate the sensitive membrane webbed with thin,\nthrobbing veins. Drogon shuddered, squirmed, even released curt shrills, yet he\nstill refused to let go of her. \nDaenerys switched to his snout, scratching him between the\nnostrils. That made him snort softly and retreat to lick the persistent itch\nfrom his snout.\n\"Giving up already?\"\nDrogon responded with feeble moans, his eyelids heavy, his\nblinks slow and fatigued. After he nuzzled her chest and dabbed the tip of his\ntongue at her cheek, Drogon curled around her in a ball. An audible sigh\nescaped him, followed by a soft shudder that dispersed through his frame. \nThe embrace of his leathery wing, and his neck curled\nprotectively around her, never felt that good to Daenerys. She felt so warm, so\nsafe. \nSo loved. \n***Chapter 2 ends here***So much emotion packed in a single chapter. It may not seem as such, but I had to rewrite this particular chapter 3 times before I was pleased with the level of affection and intimacy it boasts. In the first two iterations, either Drogon or Daenerys were too blunt, not subtle enough with their desires or emotions, so it took a bit of learning on how to balance things up and obtain what I think it is a perfect ending. For now, this story ends here. This series started out as something greater, but I also have an ongoing novel in the works that people love just as much, several commissions down the line, and also some personal projects that have been gathering dust for a very long time. 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