You're unresisting. (M)

You look up at her obediently. "I am yours," you avowed. Taking the glass into your hands, you swallow the sweet concoction. You let not a single drop go to waste not wanting to disappoint your queen, and you don't. Daenerys smiles a little to herself, the aquisition of a new fuck toy arousing her (and such a compliant one at that). Almost immediately, you begin to feel the effects of the mixture. Your vision begins to blur and you feel yourself grow weary.

You keep your gaze fixated on Daenerys. Unsure if you were dying, you wanted your last sight to be of her and her sweet, silky face. Daenerys brushes your cheeks with her fingers and runs them through your hair, attempting to bring some comfort to you as you fall victim to the potions effects. She leans down and plants a kiss on your lips. Her lips are soft, warm, and gentle. This is the last thing you feel before you finally give out and fall ****.