2024 Halloween Prompts

Kinktober day 2 - Branding - Khal Drogo/Jon Snow NSFW

Warnings - Noncon, Branding, Cutting, 
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Jon struggled in his binding as the Dothraki Khal walked down concrete steps towards him. His eyes were swirling in darkness and lust. It sent shivers down his back. The Khal smirked, his canines glistening in the scorching sunlight.

"Anho vekhat jin azantys?" (What do we have here?) Drogo questioned as he stooped down and reached for a lock of Jon's dark hair.

"Anho kash aori vekhatjin, vekhat. Vezof anho vekhat." (He is to be your gift my lord. To be your prize.) One of his men called back. Jon hissed as the king examined him more closely, Jon was shouting profanities through the gag but they were heard upon deaf ears.

Drogo laughed as he watched the smaller man struggle under his gaze, he released the lock of hair before he plucked Jon off the ground as if he weighed nothing. Jon screeched into the gag as he was picked up and carried off towards his tent.

Drogo brought his large hand down on Jon's ass, the man screaming into the gag. The last thing he had remembered before waking up on a ship sailing towards the Dothraki territory was being on the wall.

He remembered making someone angry, there was yelling and fighting.

Then everything went black.

Drogo dropped Jon on his bed, he looked him over with a smile, Jon looked around the space in panic before his eyes landed upon a woman sitting in a chair. Her hair was whiter than snow, and her eyes were a dazzling blue.

Drogo chuckled as he watched Jon look between himself and his wife. "Anha zhorre jin sash toy anna athfiezar, mae ajjin ha yeri pleasure ven chek. Fin yer wish tat use mae, yer hash seris tat, fin yer wish mae ven jin companion, mae ajjin yours tat speak tat. Teach mae kishi language, anha zala mae tat tiholat anna while anha fuck mae." (I have a new toy my love, he is for your pleasure as well. If you wish to use him, you are free to, if you wish him as a companion, he is yours to speak to. Teach him our language, I want him to understand me while I fuck him.)

The woman looked up at him with pursed lips. "Fin ajjin mae?" (Who is he?)

"Jin rakh, anna sash qorasokh." (A boy, my new prize.)

She rolled her eyes and stood, she looked over Jon carefully. She bent forward and reached for his gag. Drogo didn't stop her as she carefully removed it from his lips. "Your name." Jon's eyes widened, she could speak his language.

"Jon Snow." He remarked, his eyes darted from her kind face to Drogo's menacing smirk. "Pl-please I want to go home."

"You belong to my husband now, your home is here." She turned to look to Drogo.

"Mae hake ajjin Jon." (His name is Jon)

Drogo nodded. "Anha tikh call mae Ahesh." (I will call him Snow.)

"Wh-what did he say?"

"He will call you Snow, Ahesh is snow in Dothraki."

Jon bit his lip, Snow had followed him like a plague since he was a child. A bastard, that was all he would be known as in his home and now he would be known as Snow here as a slave to the Dothraki brute Khal Drogo.

Drogo chuckled as he pointed towards the seat the woman had stood up from. "Nevalat anna Khalessi, anha zin tat use mae hatif yer get jin chance. Anha eth claim mae ven ours, ven anni." (Sit my queen, I am to use him before you get a chance. I must claim his as ours, as mine.)

She let out a soft sigh but moved towards the chair, she was not one to deny her husband. Since being sold she knew she had no right, she did not know that Jon was the nephew her brother had spoken of, she did not know that he was her family. What she did know was that a companion would be nice. Someone to talk to and grieve over the loss of freedom would be helpful. She didn't want to touch him or use him the way that she knew her husband was suggesting. She just wanted someone to talk to, to understand how she has been living her life since she was sold by her brother for an army she feared would never come.