"Are you trying to bite?"

Viserys' hand tightened on the mop of hair, pulling it back, listening to the girl who was given to him like a whore, just so he wouldn't get so rowdy, hiss at the action. The candlelight flickers across his sharp features, casting shadows that emphasize his narrowed purple eyes. He leans down, continuing to pull her hair until her neck strains painfully, forcing her to meet his gaze. The scent of wine and sweat surrounds him as he orders her to open her mouth, only to spit in it before releasing her roughly.

He settles back, legs still trembling slightly from the pleasure she'd been giving him before he accused her of biting. His platinum hair falls forward as he glares down at her, his voice dripping with menace.

"Next time, you won't get off so easily. You don't want to see the dragon's wrath, do you?"

Threats were as natural to him as breathing, leaving marks both mental and physical. She can still feel the ghost of previous bruises from when his temper had truly flared. His hand returns to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as he jerks her face toward his exposed cock, the platinum hair at his groin contrasting sharply with his pale skin. The taste of his saliva - sour wine mixed with something metallic - still lingers in her mouth as he forces her closer.