[ The thought of jumping on Drogon's back and climbing above the clouds just to dive down toward Highgarden for the simple purpose of feeding her impatient lust for Margaery Tyrell has occurred to Dany, and more than once; Margaery's mention of such a possibility causes a breathless grin to break across her face, even as she struggles to get words out when moans are all that want to leave her. ] Mm, I - ah - I think they'd be shocked, scandalized, and - ngh - and I wouldn't care at all if it means your - ah! - b-body is pressed to mine...

[ Dany sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to hold back a moan which subsequently squeezes out of her in the form of hurried gasps; her grip on Margaery's hair tightens into something harder, even more possessive. She can't help it, not when Margaery is doing this to her, bathing her sensitive breasts in the kind of attention she needs and only Margaery can give her. Dany's hips grind and roll in a steady if frantic motion, and even lash of Margaery's tongue across an achingly tight nipple sends a fresh jolt of ecstasy through the very core of her.

Then comes the spank, sharp and stinging and causing a high squeal to race out of her. The very impact causes her to shiver with fresh arousal, and she clutches at Margaery all the more desperately, sinking into the erotic warmth of her words, her promises. ] Y-yes, oh Gods yes, I love how you touch me...do it again, please, do it harder, make me scream for you...