Khal Drogo meets his match in Oceana Clegane.
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"Im so sick of running as fast as I can."
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Book 2/ back to you / jorah mormont
any intimate relations between fictional consenting characters
Most characters belong to GRRM
San. After her brother. But sandor wasnt bold enough for the dothraki khalassar. No. He needed an extra bit of pizzazz. Oceana didn't mind. She liked it it was original.
He came out large has to be expected and he grew like a weed. Oceana was disappointed in the fact that her body didn't bounce back as quickly she still looked pregnant. She pat at her stomach awkwardly, waiting for it to return to normal. Meanwhile, the women in their khalassar were running around half naked. Making her feel even more self-conscious. She felt like a lump and the sexy women flaunting themselves around and screwing on every surface were not helping.
" make them stop." Oceana demanded. " I look ridiculous and they're all throwing themselves at him. He is my husband." Jorah chuckled. "What? Come on now I'm your queen do as i say.... Please." She whined.
" I doubt I could stop them my queen I'm so sorry." Jorah countered. "To get between a woman and her khalassar mate-"
" I don't care about the rest of them. Well, I mean they could do things in private. We do have little eyes now and I don't want him to be subjected such things at such a young age." Oceana remarked. " but I do not want them with my Drogo."
" I will see what I can do." Jorah answered. " but you should know he doesn't look at anyone but you. You and Sanrouge."
" that does make me feel better." Oceana agreed.
As the moons passed oceana breast fed her baby boy and the baby weight came off easily. It also helped that she hated with a passion the food here. It wasn't that she was fat. She was muscled and tanned with the sun. But her skin had stretched out and apparently there were a lot of gross things that stayed inside of her after the baby was released. She never wanted to have another child again.
But she heard whispers of another stallion to be born.
Not from her womb, who are they talking about?
Drogo plopped San up on his shoulders, San loved being up high, loved being with Drogo. Oceana loved how sweet Drogo was with him, he was teaching him dothraki but Oceana was teaching him common tongue already. They were learning together dothraki most days, there was always something new to learn. San hated sleeping alone, and Oceana didn't want him anywhere but beside her, he was so little, so much could happen here in the night.
*I was wondering if we could..." Oceana faltered. Drogo nodded for her to continue.
From an early age Drogo was an extraordinarily gifted warrior even among the fierce Dothraki, he led a khalasar forty thousand strong, the largest on the Dothraki sea. He has never been defeated in battle. How could she ask him if he would settle down and give San some roots. A place to call home, not pit stops on their way to more temporary spots.
*Do I have to do the ceremony again for pregnancy for the next child?* Oceana questioned. He laughed out kissing her temple.
"Yes." He answered in plain tongue, Oceana deflated.
"I barfed it up afterwards." She admitted. He furrowed his brow confused. "Yep. Shows you that your stupid legends are false."
"Slow." Drogo corrected not understanding.
"Nope." She corrected kissing his cheek. "Night." Drogo growled in answer.
"No." He repeated grabbing her chin. *Repeat* Oceana smiled sweetly snuggling into him.
"Your witch is a sham." she whispered into his chest.
"Witch." he understood that word. "What?"
"Don't worry about it."
"Oceana." Drogo grumbled.
*You sound like my brother Sandor when you grumble like that.* Oceana told him and his scowl faded smiling back at her.
*You miss him?* Oceana nodded. *You have me.*
*and my little Sanrouge.* she agreed touching his little face. He was going to be a charmer like his father, dark hair, tanned skin and enchanting honied brown eyes.
*Jalan atthirari anni* the moon of my life.
*Shekh ma shieraki anni* my sun and stars.
"San my little man," oceana whispered kissing his perfect face. Drogo stared back at her. "What?"
"Shit." Drogo glanced down to san.
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"Yeah he has shit face." Oceana agreed taking him from drogo. "You make a stinky cutie pie?"
"What did you say?"
"Stinky."
"No. Before. Witch." Drogo grumbled.
" The heart I supposedly ate. I ripped apart and barf up the rest. Your witch and your rituals are a big fat sham. Love you!"
