Dragon-Riding in The Buff

Joy at her newfound freedom quickly turned to ashes in Daenerys' mouth. As the black Dragon she held so dear to her heart rose higher and higher into the sky, Dany noticed the temperature dropping. Ordinarily this would not have been an issue at all, as she would be clad in some of her finest silk or cotton undergarments, and on top of that, the finery she had become accustomed to as ruler of Meereen. This time, however, there was nothing at all to protect her from the chill of night at a high altitude such as this. Drogon was not to blame, of course, he could have had no way of understanding let alone knowing, but very soon Dany came to regret not making a detour to a tent or three along the way and picking up some clothes.

Now here she was, miles up in the air on the back of a dragon, her hair streaming in the wind, goosebumps popping up all over her body. As Drogon was riding into the wind, Dany felt the terrible chill of it first and worst on her breasts. She gasped in response to it, her nipples hardening and standing to attention as they flew, meanwhile down below the rough texture of Drogon's scales was causing a horrendous chafing sensation on her buttocks, causing her to shift this way and that, as she continuously attempted to find a more comfortable spot to rest her pale buns. She tried to hold on like this for a while, but in short order the wind chill grew too intense for her to bear, and she released her grip on Drogon's neck and crossed her arms over her breasts, trying desperately to shield them from the cold, but now that she had relinquished her hold, she felt herself starting to slide down Drogon's back.

She cursed, barely able to get the words out through her freezing lips. She was losing her purchase on Drogon's back, and the last thing she needed right now was to tumble to her **** after a long fall, but equally she had no desire to uncover her breasts and once again expose them to the elements. So, she did the only thing she could, clenching her thighs tight against Drogon's back. That seemed to work well enough, though if she had a choice in the matter, she would have preferred it if she weren't **** to be quite so close to essentially grinding her genitals into the back of one of her Dragons, but then...beggars couldn't be choosers, could they?