Mother Of Dragons

Chapter 12

The last few nights and days of the journey blended together, riding and making love more than eating or sleeping. Dany was relieved the last night, sitting out at the fire and surrounded by people. There were drums and some of the women were dancing erotically for the men. She leaned back in her favorite spot, on the ground and between Drogo's bent legs, the back of her head resting on his chest as he drank and ate. Only a day's ride left, Drogo planned on entering the city before the sky began to darken, so there would be time for all the people in Vaes Dothrak to see Khal Drogo's Khaleesi.

She was nervous about the heart ceremony. She had been practicing her words for it with Irri and Doreah every evening while she bathed, and had been consuming the 'gifts' that Drogo left with them every evening before she would come out and join him for her supper. She had been fasting the past two days, though, in order to make sure the heart would stay down when she ate it. To vomit or spit any part of it out would be an ill omen indeed, and the Khal of Khals could be born defective or even worse, a girl. She didn't want to disappoint the Khal with a female child, though she personally would love her and care for her the same as she would a son, it would shame him, and his khalasar wouldn't be viewed as the strongest any longer.

She watched as more and more women began their dances of seduction, enthralled with the idea of it. Would Drogo want her to dance? She didn't know if it would please him or make him angry to have her dance for him in front of everyone. She sat quietly and watched, eyes fixed on Doreah as she danced for her young bloodrider husband, but he was busy watching another woman dance, too. Immediately, she decided she wouldn't dance. She didn't want to see Drogo's eyes watching another woman while she danced for him. She felt indifferent to it now, seated safely with him, not caring that he watched while she was in his arms.

Her hand drifted to his knee, resting lightly on him. He was nervous, too, about his part in the ceremony and he was very distracted. He had barely spoken to her all day, not since he kissed her after withdrawing from her body that morning. "The morning shines on you," he had said softly, but then was dressed and gone before she was even out of bed. How many children had he fathered and not claimed? How many were in the khalasar right now? She had begun looking at the young children with new eyes since learning he had never claimed an unborn child for his own; how many of her baby's siblings were out there? It made her sad, but at the same time, her baby was the first. It made her want him even more, but she was so tired. Tired and hungry. She closed her eyes as the dancers moved, the drums soothing in her ears as she drifted off.

She woke as Drogo attempted to pick her up as he stood. He was drunk, she could tell right away, and she patted him to let her down. He grunted at her, and picked her up anyway. She panicked for a moment, unused to him jostling her quite so much when he carried her to bed, but realized he wouldn't drop her. She hung on to his neck tightly, and let him carry her to the tent. He plopped her down on the bed playfully, and she gasped out before she breathed a sigh of relief. He'd only dropped her a few inches into the soft cushions.

She barely had time to scoot out of the way before he landed heavily next to her, still clothed. She huffed at him softly, and began unlacing his pants. His hand immediately was on the back of her neck, pushing her face down to his hardening cock as his hips rose to meet her. Subtlety is not part of this life, she thought, rolling her eyes and smiling. She licked at him delicately at first, teasing him, but he grabbed her hair and forced her head down. She grabbed him by the wrist and gripped it as hard as she could, and gently let him feel her teeth as a warning to let her go. He released her immediately, but thrust upward into her mouth, wanting her to continue.

After, she rolled over, relieved that she would get some sleep. Her empty stomach made her so tired, and he was getting more demanding at night. She was willing to go along with it and enjoyed every moment, but she really wanted to sleep and get some rest. She sighed and closed her eyes, but his large hand crept around her hips and touched her bump, caressing her softly. She realized they weren't done yet as he pushed his recovered arousal against her hip. She made to turn toward him, but he grabbed her hips and hefted her up onto her hands and knees with practiced ease.