Her prince was growing more impatient by the day. He was now to the point of no longer calling her to his tent at night. Especially since the time he failed to spill himself no matter what they tried. He sent her off in embarrassment. As she left he kept blaming her for not being competent enough to do her duty and for becoming boring to him. Viserys became cruel and hard. Quihi wished every night for him to call her back to him. But each night she was disappointed by the silence of no one entering to give her summons.
It was all she could take until the khalasar had finally reached Vaes Dothrak. The khaleesi was going to see the dosh khaleen within the next few days to find out the fate that awaited the child in her growing belly. But this night, would come a surprise. She entered to tent to find Viserys. He sat there with his legs crossed, his index fingers steepled and looking at her. There was a gash on his face that dried blood had already crusted on. Immediately, Quihi ran to get water and began to clean his face. He never said a word and hardly made a face as she tended his cut. Despite her task and the worry as to who did this to him, she was happy to see him again. The travel had been hard only seeing him from a distance and hearing his name be said in such a humiliating way. None of that mattered now. Viserys was here beside her.
"She expected me to wear savage clothing. Does she wish to turn my view away from what is rightfully mine and stay here with her? Under HER command?" The flare of irritation poisoned his voice. Quihi did not say anything. There was little to say when he was like this. Any wrong word could ignite his mood further. "That savage husband of hers owes me a crown. I paid my sister to him. I want my army that he promised. It is just as rightfully mine as the Iron Throne. They're all mine." He exhaled sharply.
Quietly, she listened and finished up with his face. It was the only clean spot on him, she observed. Ever since Daenerys took his horse, he has had to ride in carts or walk. Not even she had to walk. But she never dared to remind him. After a few moments of sitting, he turned to her and touched her cheek, tracing his finger down and along her jawline. He reached her chin and went up to her lips. She kissed his finger and opened her mouth for him, letting her tongue stroke his finger. He placed in a second finger. She sucked gently on them both and let her hands wander along his body. Viserys had grown even gaunter and lost a lot of weight from the hard journey, but he was still the prince she loved.
She rolled him slowly on to his back and straddled over him, holding his hand in hers. His member was hard enough for her to feel through his pants as she sat on him. He stared at her longingly as her mouth covered his wrist and she bit. His eyes closed and his head tilted back when he moaned from her nipping and sucking. He was ready to take her, she could sense. But this was her small revenge for having left her alone for so long. She teased and taunted him to madness. He was not allowed to strip her, but she stripped him. He could not enter her, but she rubbed her naked sex along his. Her hands pleased him, but not her mouth. When he tried to grab her to turn her over, she took his wrists and held them down by his head. Viserys could have easily over powered her despite how lean he now was, yet he chose to play her game. Up until the point he could no longer bear it.
Quihi could feel the impatience boiling when she took him in her hand and began to slide his cock up and down her slit. She was toying with him. Barely positioning him to penetrate her then moving the tip away. He began to speak to her, demanding and commanding, then asking, then pleading, and just as he was about to beg, she lined him up and descended herself onto him. They both moaned once finally connected. He laced his fingers with hers, looking up at her with his eyes half closed in ecstasy.
Their long delayed dance lasted for hours. It wasn't rushed or harsh, nor rough or painful. It was real love making. He was on top of her now, pushing himself inside her rhythmically. She reached up to his face and caressed his cheek, pushing his hair out of his face. His movement increased in speed and his breath was getting more labored. Small grunts and moans escaped his lips. Then finally he slammed a hard thrust into her, followed by small jerks, then slowly sliding back and forth.
Her surprise was all over her face then. Viserys had never done such a thing before. It felt good and frightening at the same time. What would he do if she became pregnant? Would he leave? Would he kill it? The questions piled in her head, but she could not find the courage to ask anything. She just lay there under him and played with his hair.
He smiled at her and kissed her lips softly, licking the bottom one playfully. Has he gone mad? Has the heat gotten to him? The travel was long, and he did have to walk for most of it. Might be he's finally given up on the Iron Throne. Maybe he'll stay with me. And we can have this family. I pray that the seed he finally spilt quickens. I will bear him a son. We could be so happy together. The khaleesi might even re-grant him his horse. Quihi's naïve thoughts raced around her as she looked at him. She wanted to tell him that she loved him and to ask him to stay with her. Later. She told herself. He rolled off of her and lay beside her, positioning themselves in each other's arms. After we wake. She confirmed. The prince fell asleep first, his finger that was curling her hair around it had stopped and his usual light snores proceeded. Just as she was fading herself, she closed her eyes and squeezed herself to him softly.
"I love you, my prince." She mumbled lightly. But her words did not fall to deaf ears.
