Fun fact I this was before I saw the GoT the show. Any all mistakes are fault of my imagination.
It was the last fight of the day. Khal Drogo had bested on of his bloodriders Qotho in a duel. His blood left a scare upon the man's chest, not deep enough to cause real damage. The Khal was a careful man in battle. No. Only enough to bleed him dry it uncared for and to strike fear into the lesser man. When Qotho realized he had been scared he laughed. And so did all his riders. It was their way.
Before any of the handmaids could come to treat it Qotho ordered for wine. He wanted to toast to the Khal's victory. When the maids suggested otherwise he yanked one down to her knees. She was young, the thought this had been the first time he'd seen her in the fields. Qotho pulled at her long dark hair, her screams were sharp, but not uncommon. Once on her knees the rider pulled out his manhood, it had half rised, and swatted the girls face, it seemed to be covered in tears. It did not matter Qotho force it into her mouth and after a moment she use bobbing on his pride like a high price whore.
Other men began to stare. Drogo look to all, dearly noting that all the men wore hard under their cloth's. Qotho released his seed into the women mouth and quickly discarded her. He looked onto the other maid how stared in fright. He ran toward two. They fought but he easily over powered them, and throw them to the ground. Qotho pinned himself on one and yanked at the pants of the other. The Khal laughed as the rider began to ride the quelling maid while his some of his fingers dwelled in the other girls body. Two men joined Qotho in reaping their pleasures from the young maid. And as quickly as they joined, the finished.
As Drogo watch he remembered the two handmaids, this had not been the second time for one of them today, Drogo wanted to join, maybe even take all two of them for himself. And lay under the sun while they serve his needs. He wouldn't be to selfish he'd let one of his blood riders take a mouth while he enjoyed the rest. But he couldn't he knew his Klaleesi would grow angry with him. And he hated bedding a woman in a foul mood. So Drogo walked off. He stride seemed awkward, and stimulating. When he looked down he saw that even his manhood rose in his garments'.
The day dieing, it had become to late for a cold bath. So he decide to walk. Along the camps. Maybe this will settle my spirit. He was wrong. All so wonderfully wrong. He saw some many wonder sight. The young and old raping slaves they brought for the last raided town. Cries and groans of men how relieved themselves. Some asked that he join them and honor the women with his presents and seed, other jest to his manhood one said that he hide a spear in his pants. He laughed as he ripped his cloths off. Proving the man wrong.
It all reminded him of the old days before Daenerys, before he was Khal. When he was a young man sneaking in tents at camp picking at the men deflower young and some old. Oh the grand days of a young Khal.
TO BE CONTINUED…
