The Man // Khal Drogo (1)

6. Love

You're losing me / Ned stark / Sandor clegane out now

"Khalakka." Oceana purred. Drogo smiled running a calloused hand over her back as she lay on his chest. "It's pretty. Khalakka." Prince.

"Hrazef." Drogo pointed at the horse.

"What you are constantly trying to feed me." Oceana agreed. "Repeat... again?" Drogo stared back at her watching her lips move. "Drogo?"

"Oceana..." he whispered kissing her.

They got stuck on saying each others names often. The way he purred her name sent a shiver racing through her.

"Oceana," he repeated lips dragging over her soft skin. She laughed out his rough facial hair tickling her sensitive skin.

"Drogo." She answered. 

"Oceana." He rasped. 

"Drogo." she repeated, smiling. 

"Oceana."

It went on and on, she thought their need to talk would ruin their relationship, make them seem like strangers but she found that words didnt need to be spoken for her to fall in love with him. 

Love. 

"Drogo love.'' Oceana whispered. 

"Oceana." He repeated kissing along her neck. 

"Love, I love you. Oceana love Drogo." She told him. 

"Oceana." He repeated tipping her head to the side tugging on her hair giving him more room to explore her elongated neck from his angle

"How do you say-"

When he reached her, he didn't hesitate, he gripped her ass and hoisted her up, turning and walking to set me down. As soon as she was steady, he attacked her mouth. Their lips clashed, and their tongues fought for dominance. Oceana buried her hands in his hair fingers interweaving with his braids and held him to her, not even wanting to come up for air.

But she had to pull back to gasp when his fingers slid into her panties and tore through the thin fabric at her hips.

Well there goes my last sense of home. Ripped between his fingers. Oh fuck it. Who cares? Who cares about crotch comfort when he looks at me like that? Oceana thought fondly.

Drogo towered over her with the promise of domination, and she was ready to submit. Since their wedding he had taken more control in the ways he touched her. Less tenitive like he was going to break her and more powerful wanting to be the one to make her moan.

He tugged the underwear free and shoved them aside as he sank to his knees, shoving her own apart. Oceana sucked in a breath with anticipation. The skirt of her dress if one could call this garb a dress was pushed to her hips, and cold air caressed her wet folds.

She almost jerked off the pedestal when a rough finger slid from her clit to circle her opening.

*Such a pretty cunt. So wet.* drogo said oceana stared back at him hoping by the lusterous tone of his voice that he didnt say dear god shave this bush im a prince i want a clean cunt. Doubtful considering bathing and shaving were optional but she did miss that luxury back home.

She held her breath as his head lowered, and he dragged an illicit tongue from below her opening up to circle my bundle of nerves.

"For me." He said slowly. Oceana nodded.

"Yes," she breathed back. His smirk was the last thing she saw because as soon as his mouth latched on to her, oceanas eyes rolled back in her head, and shs did nothing but feel.

Feel the way he sucked on each fold. Feel the way his tongue pushed in and out of her as his thumb circled her clit. Feel the way he bit at the tender flesh as two fingers slid into her slowly. Feel the way they curled as he sucked her to orgasms.

She never was one to be the center of attention but she liked his attention. She didnt want the whole khalassar to know what they were doing so she was biting her palm, barely holding back her screams of pleasure when he eased her back to earth. He peppered kisses everywhere he could reach from his crouched position.

"How do you say love?" She begged. He didnt understand but he rose up a big grin on his handsome- too handsome to be real- face and kissed her again.