Dragon Games - Dany/Viserys, Power IssuesskysamuelleMarch 4 2014, 16:29:52 UTC
It's been ages since I wrote any fanfic, so brace yourself for my english but ... here it is, if you like.
Dragon Games
If there was a thing Danaerys had learned from Viserys was the inevitability of submission. For her, that was, because for as long as she could recall to memory, everything belonged to him: the clothes she wore, the room where she slept, the food she ate, the plans she followed for the day, the road they walked together. Even her body, wherever he was displeased and decided to have her bare, bent over his knees until her bottom was painfully red and his fit of temper was over. For years, she owned nothing but the thoughts she guarded inside her head, the feelings she sheltered inside her heart … she held away from her brother only fragments and never questioned whether it could be otherwise. To defy Viserys was unthinkable. He was the blood of the dragon, and in the wasteland of their shared exile that made him father and mother and master and jailer. Some times, he was almost god. Some times, when he punished her she could almost imagine the dragon in her blood too - angry and seething , wanting for blood. His blood spilled on the floor, washing away her humiliation. But there were also times when his fingers ghosted over the heated flesh of her backside before dipping below, probing places where no unmarried woman had no business being touched in. Always, she was wet, her body pliant and heated and weak white he teased her, nails scraping unkindly over her engorged pearl. Those moments, it did not matter that she knew he was playing with her, like a cat with a mouse, just to prove he could. “You are a wanton girl - he would remind her, affecting disappointment- but you know to recognize the dragon, don’t you?” That was what mattered to Viserys, really. To finally see the dragon in him acknowledged and honored. She was just supposed to compensate him because the rest of the world did not see it or mocked it or looked away. So Dany gave herself over, entirely, artlessly, glazed eye as her mouth grasped all the broken yes’es he wanted, and the inarticulate, animalistic sounds he would have not demanded from anyone else. Something in her wanted to, and it didn’t matter knowing that she would hate herself for it later.
Dragon Games
If there was a thing Danaerys had learned from Viserys was the inevitability of submission. For her, that was, because for as long as she could recall to memory, everything belonged to him: the clothes she wore, the room where she slept, the food she ate, the plans she followed for the day, the road they walked together. Even her body, wherever he was displeased and decided to have her bare, bent over his knees until her bottom was painfully red and his fit of temper was over.
For years, she owned nothing but the thoughts she guarded inside her head, the feelings she sheltered inside her heart … she held away from her brother only fragments and never questioned whether it could be otherwise. To defy Viserys was unthinkable. He was the blood of the dragon, and in the wasteland of their shared exile that made him father and mother and master and jailer. Some times, he was almost god. Some times, when he punished her she could almost imagine the dragon in her blood too - angry and seething , wanting for blood. His blood spilled on the floor, washing away her humiliation. But there were also times when his fingers ghosted over the heated flesh of her backside before dipping below, probing places where no unmarried woman had no business being touched in. Always, she was wet, her body pliant and heated and weak white he teased her, nails scraping unkindly over her engorged pearl. Those moments, it did not matter that she knew he was playing with her, like a cat with a mouse, just to prove he could.
“You are a wanton girl - he would remind her, affecting disappointment- but you know to recognize the dragon, don’t you?”
That was what mattered to Viserys, really. To finally see the dragon in him acknowledged and honored. She was just supposed to compensate him because the rest of the world did not see it or mocked it or looked away.
So Dany gave herself over, entirely, artlessly, glazed eye as her mouth grasped all the broken yes’es he wanted, and the inarticulate, animalistic sounds he would have not demanded from anyone else. Something in her wanted to, and it didn’t matter knowing that she would hate herself for it later.
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