The Man // Khal Drogo (1)

10. Stay

"My oceana," drogo whispered against her ear. It was a sigh. Or maybe something more reverent, more desperate. Whatever the meaning, it gave her goose bumps. It filled her completely.

"Oh my." Those were the last intelligible words to leave her mouth as drogo did as he promised. He licked every single inch of her, inside and out. He sucked on her folds and played with my her. He pushed her wide and fucked her, his thumb making tortuous circles around her bundle of nerves.

She could feel the wetness tricking down, and she didn't care. Her entire focus centered on drogos tongue and the need to come. There was no room for anything else.

Everyone was so proud of her. She was growing so strong and they were in a place with a real food so she got to eat some thing that wasn't horse. It was quite wonderful. 

She was growing a stallion. They all told her every day a great stallion, a strong stallion. She really hoped that wasn't why she had to eat a horse because she did not want to birth a literal horse into the word.

Oceana still want sure she was queen material but more of the khalassar liked her the more she learned their tongue and accepted their customs but her taste or lack there of for horse meat was still her downfall.

Oceana smiled into Drogo as the sun set, he held her gently but rough hands ran over her bare arms. 

"Do we have to leave?" Oceana questioned. 

*It is time.* Drogo agreed. Oceana sighed. 

"Will the next place have such a pretty view?" She countered, he grabbed her chin turning her face to him. He examined her face, making her blush. His dark eyes had a way of making her feel so vulnerable and exposed, and loved all at the same time. 

"Yes." He agreed his lips descended upon hers. 

Whoever thought Dothraki were nothing but mindless savages had never met Drogo. He was a man of mystery and intrigue, he was complex and an extremely physical man. 

Jorah cleared his throat and Oceana blushed further, she wasnt doing anything wrong but the way Drogo looked at her should be illegal. 

"Hello Ser Jorah."  OCeana answered. 

"I'm sorry to interrupt Khaleesi," Jorah added taking a hesitant step forward. "I found you some food."

"Not horse?"

"Not horse." JOrah confirmed and Drogo rolled his eyes saying that horse made the stallion growing inside her strong. Oceana waved him off and thanked Jorah. She moaned into the fresh melons and pineapple. The juice dripped from her chin, Drogo watched each drop spill from her lips, he collected them as they ran down her chin with his own tongue, she laughed out her head tipping back to the growing night sky. 

"Can we stay, until I have the baby?" Oceana begged. "I want him born here." Drogo hesitated. "It's so perfect here." Oceana begged. "And I honestly dont think I can get back on that horse." She added.  Drogo laughed out picking her up showing he could help her get up. "I dont want to leave yet, I want our son born here." She begged. "Please, I did your silly ritual" Oceana reminded him. 

"Silly." He repeated, his brow furrowing. 

"Yes, they were silly." Oceana agreed, Drogo squinted back at her as if he could read her mind and what silly meant. "So silly and stupid, but I did it for you because what you want matters to me." SHe put her hand on his chest. "You matter to me, my zhoris." He smiled placing his large hands over hers. 

"We stay." Drogo agreed. 

"Thank you... I still dont know how to..." Oceana sighed. "zhilak yera." Love you.

"Anha zhilak yera." He answered. I love you.