I'm so sorry that I didn't update over the weekend, although I planned to.
Life, at this point, has become hectic. So, sadly, my frequent updates aren't going to be as frequent. My grandmother supposedly has a kidney stone, but when she went to the hospital yesterday to have her operation done the doctor said that the stone didn't show up on her X-Ray. So I will be spending a lot of time with her since she is still pain and can't walk well. There's also things going on within my mediate family and it's taking it's toll on me pretty heavily, and the pressure of my senior of high school and college isn't helping at all.
With that being said, I'm not pleased with this chapter at all. I just didn't want to leave you guys waiting.
I have a job interview tomorrow, so please wish me luck and keep your fingers crossed. I really want/need this job.
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Chapter 4: A New Life
Eerika groaned as she woke up slowly. It was early in the morning, probably sunrise. Eerika was about shift over in the fur blankets when she felt something in between her legs. She tried to shift away, but large hands that were holding her hips trapped her in place.
Her eyes opened.
She gasped at what she saw.
The Khal met her eyes from between her legs, slowly lowering his head to her cunt. Eerika felt herself grow wet at the sight.
"Oh," Eerika gasped. She felt his tongue press between her swollen lips. Her back arched, but Drogo's hard grasp denied her from doing so. Eerika's thighs clenched around his head, and she tangled one of her hands in his hair that had fell out of the bands that held it together throughout the night.
"Drogo…please," She whimpered breathlessly.
As he ran his tongue up and down her slit, Eerika felt her nipples harden.
Drogo swore he was drinking the sweetest nectar given to him by his god. He couldn't help himself when he woke up. His Khaleesi was still asleep on his chest; their drastic difference in their skin coloring was what he noticed first. Pale, milky, smooth skin clashed again copper, rough, scared skin. She looked like a moon goddess and he a sun god.
His Khaleesi had moved in her sleep that caused the fur covering to drop and expose her chest. Eerika wasn't as robust as a Dothraki would be, but he could still grab her breast, something Drogo loved to do. It was in that moment when he remembered what he promised her last night during their fucking.
"I will lick you dry in the morning."
And so he decided to make good with his promise.
Eerika moaned his name again and he felt his cock harden even more. He didn't care if he couldn't understand anything she said. As long as kept saying his name like that then he will live to be a very happy man.
Eerika's hand moved to cup her breasts, but the Khal's hands shot up, reaching them before she could. He smacked the side of her right breast and pulled back to fully watch himself play with her breasts. Fuck, he loved her breasts. They weren't too big and they weren't too small. They fit perfectly in his hands.
He twisted her nipples, testing to see how much pain she could take before she would try to move his hands away. He got so caught up in playing with her breasts that he had forgotten about what he was doing just a second ago.
Then she moaned his name again. "Drogo…" The desperation in her eyes surprised him; he had never seen a woman so eager for his touch.
Drogo mused over how soft her skin felt as he kissed down her stomach, feeling the ripples of her skin whenever he would ghost his lips over a sensitive spot. His eyes snapped back up to Eerika's when he was between her legs again. He caught the sexy, little smirk on her face before he looked back down at her pussy. He ran his thumb over her soaking lips, and parted them slightly so he could get a better look at her clit.
He mumbled something in Dothraki again; Eerika assumed he was most likely talking to himself since he spoke so low. He inhaled her scent before he ran his tongue up her slit, feeling her little bundle of nerves jump when he came in contact with it. He pulled at it with his teeth, sliding two fingers inside her, curling and twisting them as Drogo worked relentlessly on her clit.
Eerika's hands shot down into his hair, holding him there. "Drogo," she panted, her pale chest soon becoming a light shade of pink. "Yes, yes, yes…" she chanted, not knowing what else to say.
The Khal had loosened his grip on her hips, allowing them to grind against his face. He felt her legs, which were thrown over his shoulder, shake as she began to climb up to her high once more. Her back arched, a deep, sexy moan escaped her lips. Drogo curled his fingers and was in search for that spot that would make her see stars again. Once he found that spongy area, he rubbed his fingers against it with a little more pressure and intensified his biting and sucking on her clit.
With one final thrust of his fingers, Eerika came hard, cursing as she did.
Drogo slowed down, letting her catch her breath as he licked up her juices. Once she had stopped thrashing, Drogo crawled up her body, plundering his tongue into her mouth, only to surprise him when she sucked on tongue and licked his lips, tasting herself.
"I can taste myself on your lips," Eerika moaned, still in awe at her early morning wake up.
Without warning, Drogo flipped her over on her stomach, wasting no time to grind his erection into her ass to have Eerika moan his name. The friction was bittersweet, they both needed more than simple grinding. Drogo's nose flared when a scent he never smelt before reached him. The smell of her arousal started to strongly cover come all of his senses. She just smelt too good.
Drogo positioned himself at her entrance and entered hard and quick.
Eerika's fingers were digging into the fur blanket that had bunched up behind her.
Not missing a beat, Drogo moved his hips against her, his forceful nature helped emanate the sound of their skin slapping together, making her ass a bright red. When he picked up speed, Eerika moaned and muttered curses under her breath in pants that were incoherent. He roughly situated her hips so her ass was in the air and her chest was pressed against the furs. This angle brought him in deeper and he was able to pick up his speed.
"Harder," Eerika panted into the furs, knowing that they muffled her voice, but did little to help stop her cries of pleasure.
As if he was able to hear her and understand her, the Khal complied willing and picked up the pace. He could feel her walls fluttering around him again, telling him she was just as close as he was. She was making the most delicious sounds as she neared her release.
The Khal growled and reached around to pinch her clit. Eerika clenched around his cock with an ear piercing scream, and the Khal soon followed with his own roar.
"Anni!" The Khal growled again.
Through her waves of pleasure, Eerika stored away a thought to ask Ser Jorah what that meant.
Drogo bit into the left side of her neck, marking her as his which brought Eerika over the edge again. He pulled his teeth out of her neck and traced the mark with his tongue as his Khaleesi shivered.
After they had caught their breaths, they cleaned themselves up and got dressed; getting ready for the long journey ahead of them.
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"How was it?"
"How was what?"
Viserys rolled his eyes at his sister's antics. "The sex, Eeri, how was the sex?"
Eerika was no prude, not by any means, and last night surely proved that, too, but she couldn't help the blush that made its way into her cheeks. She thanked the Gods that no one around them spoke Common Tongue, or she would have been mortified.
"Why are you interested in my sex life all of the sudden, brother? Is yours lacking?"
"As if I would touch one of these beastly savages," Viserys said with such disgust. He shuddered at the mere thought of it.
Eerika laughed, although it lacked humor. "Careful, brother, these are my people now."
"I don't give a damn who they belong to. As long as Khal Drogo keeps up his end of the deal I simply don't care." And there was the Viserys she knew; only looking out and thinking about himself and no one else. "So did you make him happy last night?"
Eerika would never get last night out of her head. Not with her brother's constant questions, the look some of the khalasars were giving her, and the all knowing smirk set on her horserider Aggo's face and the same smirk on her bloodrider's/protector's face, Rakharo. She had yet to see the Khal's face, for she lost him within the crowd of the people when she was looking for her brother. But knowing her husband, Eerika already knew that his face, just like his eyes, would show no emotion. Eerika quickly came to terms with that the Khal still was not ready to show affection to her in front of the khalasar, not that she blamed him. She, too, had no clue as to what the Khal would deem appropriate when they were in the public eye.
She couldn't help but wonder if last night was replaying on the Khal's mind as well, or if he had quickly gotten over it. She wondered if she truly pleased him last night.
Eerika remembered the time when she was five, months before the rebellion happened, and one of Rhaegar's favorite whores sat and talked with her as the whore waited for Rhaegar to finish fucking his wife. Even though the woman was a whore, her words had a propounding impact on Eerika. The whore had told the young princess that beauty was the key into getting men to follow you around like lost puppies, but one day her beauty would age and would be no more. Sex, the whore had said, was the key into getting men to do anything you wanted. It would matter not if you were ugly or not, if you were good at sex then men would do anything to have you.
At the time Eerika forgot all about the whore's words, for what did the prince's favorite whore know? She was just getting paid to fuck Rhaegar, not to be Eerika's governess. But as she grew older, Eerika realized that the whore was right. In fact, Eerika could recall plenty of times when her father would bring a whore from the brothel back to the palace and a pig could out shine the whore with its beauty.
It was crucial that you played the right cards, especially during the game of thrones, and sex so happened to just one of those many cards.
"Can't we talk about something other than my sex life?" Eerika asked, wincing when her horse jostled her slightly.
"I see that you're in pain," Viserys pointed out, a look of genuine concern on his face. "He wasn't too rough with you, was he?"
Eerika threw her head back and groaned, "Viserys!"
"What? I was simply asking as a cornered brother. We look out for each other, remember, twin?"
Neither of the twins had uttered those words in so long. They swore to each other as children that they would always have the other's back, but Eerika doubted Viserys's hold on that promise.
"Instead of riding with my husband I decided to ride with you," Eerika said. She thought it would do them both good if they apologized to each other and move forward. Although, the twins knew that the other didn't mean their apology. "Don't make me regret it."
Although she already was.
"Alright, alright," Viserys said, holding one hand up in surrender. Something caught the corner of his eye and he looked off to the side to see Dany, who had stopped her horse, talking to Ser Jorah.
Viserys tapped Eerika's upper thigh, gaining her attention. "Do you see the way he looks at her?"
Eerika followed her brother's gaze and narrowed her eyes. She knew exactly what Viserys meant, she had noticed how Jorah's eyes would wonder off to look at Dany yesterday during the wedding celebration. She didn't like the way he was so close to her little sister, he always seemed to find her within the crowd. He watched Dany like a hawk, and that did not settle well with Eerika.
"The Magister told me that he was exiled," Viserys said, watching the exiled knight and his little sister talk.
"Did he say what for?" Eerika asked, not taking her eyes off the two either.
"He was selling poachers into slavery," Viserys chuckled. "How tabooish could he be?"
Selling people had been illegal in the Seven Kingdoms for millennia, and, like Viserys said, it was a great taboo throughout Westeros.
"I wonder why he chose to stay among the Dothraki and not go to the Free Cities," Eerika mused. Many exiled people went to the Free Cities, seeing as it was the only safe place.
Viserys shrugged. "Illyrio said that he wanted to come along and be our translator."
Eerika snorted and rolled her eyes.
Viserys looked amused by his twin. "What? You don't believe him?"
"Why should I? Once a trader, always a trader. He will never sell slaves again, however, he learned from that. I'm curious as to what he'll try to sell next."
Viserys knew his sister was right. Ser Jorah had come out of the blue, presenting himself as Eerika's translator and offered his service to Viserys without a second of hesitation. It was obvious that Jorah had won Dany over with his friendship, but the twins could see that Jorah wanted more than friendship with their little sister. The twins just hoped that Jorah knew it would take a lot more than words to prove to them that they could actually trust him. Not only had they grew up hearing pretty little lies, but they were also the masters at sprouting lies.
If it was one good thing that twins possessed was that they could spot a liar from a mile away.
One could not bullshit a bullshitter.
The twins looked back the two people once more only to watch as Dany began to walk her horse again, leaving Ser Jorah to watch her walk away with longing. As if sensed the glares, Jorah looked over and saw the twins staring at him, a menacing look upon Eerika's face and curious one on Viserys's.
Ser Jorah bowed his head at them, quickly moving out of their uncomfortable gaze.
Eerika glared daggers into the exiled knight's back as he rode to catch up with Dany.
"If he touches her he dies."
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"Ah!" Eerika cried softly, clutching Aggo's shoulders tightly. In the mist of her pain she felt bad for him because she could feel her sharp nails dig into his skin, but the pain in her lowers regions soon fogged up her sympathy.
Not only were her thighs and hips hurting, but so were her hands. Never in her life had she ever rode so far. Between the sun that was beating down on them when they were riding and the constant throbbing between her legs and in her hands, Eerika thought she wasn't going to make it to where ever they were heading. She knew Dany and Viserys felt a slight sting of pain as well, but Eerika dared for one of them to complain about their pain to her. Neither of them had a clue as to what it felt like to ride a horse for such long hours when you were already sore in your lower regions.
She heard three different female voices shout "Khaleesi!" before she collapsed against Aggo, her legs giving out on her. Two people came over to take her from Aggo, as they threw her arms over their shoulders, helping her into the tent. She watched as one of the females ran into the tent, preparing to tend to the Khaleesi.
As the other two females brought her inside the tent, she saw that it was lit up with candles, giving off an air of serenity. Eerika could have kissed the female was who drawing a hot bath to soak her body into. With the help of the servants, Eerika was stripped and lowered into the tub of hot water, moaning as the heat quickly helped dissolve some of her pain. She slid down until her shoulders were underneath the water, too, not caring if she got her hair wet.
After a couple of minutes, Eerika stood up from the bath, her joints no longer as sore as they once were. The handmaidens dressed her and wrapped her hands up to help soothe the stinging sensation in her hands.
Later on, Eerika collapsed onto the fur bed, curling into herself. Her body was just exhausted after the past two days. She couldn't image that the khalasar did this all their lives, never truly settling in one place. It was maddening to Eerika; she didn't know how she was going to stand moving practically every day. She wasn't sure if her body could handle that.
Even though Eerika's body was exhausted, her mind, however, wasn't. She had always had an active mind and it made it difficult for her to sleep at times. It didn't matter if she found herself thinking about past or future events, or something trivial like what she was going to wear, her persistent thoughts were enough to keep her from feeling sleepy. Then there was also the fact that her arousal was heightened. After an extremely long day, Erika's body was too wound up, and she knew that she would sleep right through dinner if she allowed herself to sleep.
Not only was she sleepy, she was hungry as well. Horse jerky and milk wasn't enough to keep her stomach at bay during the ride.
Eerika heard the flaps of the tent move as someone walked in. She didn't move from her spot, though. She was too comfortable.
"Eeri?"
Eerika still didn't move, knowing Dany would climb into bed with her anyways, and she was right. She felt Dany crawl next to her, lying down with her.
Opening one eye, Eerika smiled softly. "Hello."
Dany's smile was radiant like usual, but tired as well. "Hi. Were you sleeping?"
"No, I can't sleep."
Dany nodded her head. "Me either. We've never been this far away from Pentos before, and my body aches."
Eerika's hips pounded uncomfortably as a reminder of her soreness. "Tell me about it."
Dany laughed and bit her lip. "So…how was it?"
A small smirk formed on Eerika's lips. "How was what?"
Dany groaned and covered her face. "Eeri, don't make me say it!"
A chuckle almost escaped passed Eerika's lips. "I don't know what you're talking about, Daenerys. There are many things that went good and bad in the past two days. You're going to have to be a little more specific."
Dany's face turned two shades of pink within a second. "How was – how was the…sex?" She whispered, as if though it were a secret.
Eerika couldn't help but laugh at her little sister's innocence. "Awe, look at the little virgin blushing."
"Shut up!" Dany squeaked, still blushing. "Just tell me how it was."
With a sigh that was mixture of fatigue and happiness, Eerika said, "It was amazing. He didn't take me right away like I thought he would, he was playing with me to get me to the point where he wanted me. He was so dominant and strong and possessive. He took whatever he wanted, not that I was complaining. I never thought I could feel so good."
Dany bit her lip in anticipation. "Was he, you know, big?"
This time Eerika blushed.
Their first night together she couldn't see him since her back had been facing him the whole time, but this morning, when he got on his knees after he finished feasting upon her pussy, she saw exactly what he had put inside of her the night before. Eerika already assumed that Drogo wasn't going to be small given his large stature, but she was not prepared to see how incredibly long and thick he was. He husband was certainly a sight for sore eyes.
"I don't even know how he fit it all in me," Eerika mumbled, biting her lip to keep her laughter at bay.
Dany, on the other hand, laughed loudly, tears coming from her eyes. "Did anything else happen?"
"He licked me this morning and then took me again."
Dany looked confused. "He licked you?"
Oh, Dany's innocence…
"Yes, Daenerys," Eerika said, rolling her eyes. "He licked me – down there."
Confusion quickly turned into disgust as Dany's nosed scrunched up and she made a gagging sound in the back of her throat. "Ew, does it even taste good?"
Eerika couldn't contain her laugher this time. She shrugged her shoulders. "You'll have to ask the Khal."
Dany made a face and hit her sister in the shoulder lightly. "No thank you. He still intimidates me."
Eerika thought Dany's fear of the Khal was ridiculous now. She was sure that Daenerys would have gotten over it since she wasn't the one who was married to him. Then again, Eerika didn't even know her husband at all except for the things people had said about him, and the language barrier certainly wasn't helping. But even from last night to now Eerika knew there was a side of her husband that no one knew about. She knew that there was a kind, caring man under that harden warrior persona.
And she was determined to see that side of him, no matter what. She didn't believe all he was good for was killing and fighting.
"Khaleesi," one of the handmaidens, who Eerika knew as Jhiqui, called out for her. "The Khal wishes to know if you join him tonight for feast."
Jhiqui was the same age as Dany, but looked so much older. She had skin the color of copper with black hair and almond shaped eyes. Jhiqui and the other handmaiden Irri were from a rival khalasar which was defeated by Drogo and they were enslaved. Jhiqui, like the two other females, were given to Eerika as a wedding gift to serve her. Jhiqui especially was given to Eerika to teach her Dothraki, even though she wasn't too fluent with Common Tongue.
Eerika tried to sit up, but a pain that shot right to her lower region forbidden her from doing so.
Dany saw her sister's pain and helped her sit up.
"Not tonight," Eerika said with a shake of her head. She pressed a hand against her pelvis. "Tell the Khal that I am too sore to move. Could you bring my sister and me a plate to eat, please?"
Jhiqui disappeared for a couple of second before she reappeared with two plates full of meat that neither sister asked what it was and jerky on the side. The sister ate together, making a game of tasting the different meats and seeing which they liked the best.
Soon, though, Dany left to go sleep in her own tent since Viserys refused to share one with her, and Eerika asked her to take Jhiqui with her, not liking Dany sleeping alone with no protection.
That left Eerika alone in the comforting silence of her tent, waiting for her husband to come take her once more.
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"Chiorikem."
"Chio…rikem." Wife.
"Valshek."
"Valsh…ek." Northerner.
"Shekhikh."
"Sh…ek…h…ikh." Light.
"Gaezo."
"Gae…zo." Brother.
"Hanna."
"Ha…nna." Rose.
Jhiqui smiled at the Khaleesi with pride. "You doing good, Khaleesi."
Eerika smiled at Jhiqui's praise. Since early this morning as the handmaidens pampered her, she had been practicing Dothraki with the help of her handmaidens, but it was mostly Jhiqui. Although Eerika only new words at this point, she could roughly put the words together in a sentence if she tried. She knew to the Dothraki she sounded like Jhiqui when she spoke Common Tongue.
Eerika had woken up to an empty bed; the Khal's side long had been cold. When Irri came in the wake her she said that the men went hunting for breakfast early in the night, like they usually do and that they wouldn't be back until the sun was high in the sky. So here she sat, with Doreah checking her hands and rewrapping them, Irri doing her hair, and Jhiqui tending to her feet. Eerika couldn't help but feel awkward. She never received such treatment when she was living in Pentos.
Irri had informed Eerika that they would be staying on the land for one more night, and then they would be leaving in the morning. The thought of riding didn't stress her out like it did the very first night. Her body had soon stopped aching after Drogo had finished taking her over and over again. She wouldn't be surprised if she ended up pregnant soon, for her husband had an unsustainable sex drive.
The women sat in a comfortable silence as Jhiqui decided to give Eerika a break. Eerika's wondering eyes instantly fell on the dragon eggs, as if though they were calling out to her. She could remember countless times when her mother and eldest brother would tell her and Viserys tales about the dragons, especially the ones that their family used to gain control of the Seven Kingdoms.
"Have you ever seen a dragon?"
"Dragons gone, Khaleesi," Irri said.
"Everywhere?" Eerika asked with disbelief. "Even in the east?"
"No dragons," Irri said in a matter of fact tone. "Brave men kill them. It is known."
"It is known," Jhiqui agreed.
"A trader from Quarth told me that Dragons come from the moon," Doreah said, finally speaking up. She was the quiet one out of the handmaidens.
Eerika looked at the eggs and cocked an eyebrow. "The moon?" She had never heard that one before.
"He told me the moon was an egg, Khaleesi. That once there were two moons in the sky, but one wandered too close to the sun and it cracked from the heat. Out of it poured a thousand dragons and they drank the sun's fire."
Irri giggled at Doreah's story. "Moon is no egg. Moon is goddess. Wife of sun. It is known."
"It is known," Jhiqui agreed again.
A thought came to mind and Eerika looked at Irri and Jhiqui. "Leave us."
When the two had exited the tent, Eerika looked at Doreah. "Why did the trader from Quarth tell you these stories?"
"Men like to talk when they're happy," Doreah said as she continued to wrap Eerika's hand. "Before your brother brought me for you it was my job to make men happy."
So she was a pleasure-slave.
Eerika knew that Viserys had gotten Doreah for her, although she knew that her twin had chosen Doreah for another reason as well.
"And how old were you?" Eerika asked out of curiosity. Doreah couldn't have been no more than two suns older than Dany.
"I was nine when my mother sold me to the pleasure house."
"Nine?" Eerika breathed. What mother could sell their daughter who was that young to a pleasure house?
Hearing the assumptions in Eerika's tone, Doreah laughed. "I did not touch a man for three years, Khaleesi. First, you must learn."
An idea popped into Eerika's head. "Can you teach me the different ways to please the Khal?"
Doreah nodded her head. "Yes?"
"Will it take three years?" Eerika asked jokingly.
Doreah finished wrapping up Eerika's hand and smirked, "No."
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Time.
At the moment time was the only damn thing that was making Eerika's heart beat faster and faster with each passing second. She hadn't joined the khalasar for dinner tonight because her stomach was in knots that were so bad that Eerika feared she would throw up if she ate anything. Her body was vibrating with anticipation; she could feel the spasms in her arms and legs.
She could still here the men outside laughing, clearly having a good time. There was one laugh in particular that Eerika could distinguish from the rest – the Khal's. It was just as deep as his voice, almost a gravely sound, but it brought a smile to Eerika's face. She loved to hear him laugh; it showed another part of him that everyone so rarely got to see.
As she waited for her husband to finish his meal, Eerika laid down on the furs, her eyes closed as she thought back to just a few hours.
(Flashback – a few hours ago)
"No, Khaleesi, you must look in his eyes always. Love comes in at the eyes."
Eerika allowed Doreah to guide her face forwards to look up at the handmaiden who was sitting on her hips. It was such an awkward position; Eerika never had a girl on top of her before. She only had two men lie on top of her once as they had grinded their cocks against her core. They had never wanted to look into Eerika's eyes and she never wanted to look into theirs. Why would one want to look into another's eyes during the throws of sex? Eye contact just ruined everything in Eerika's opinion.
"It is said that Irogenia of Lys could finish a man with noting but her eyes," Doreah said, telling the story she heard when she was a young girl.
Eerika had heard this story as well, but kept her mouth shut. Rhaegar always said he wanted to bed Irogenia.
"Kings traveled across the world for a night with Irogenia." Doreah continued. "Magisters sold their palaces. Khals burned her enemies just to have her for a few hours. They say a thousand men proposed to her and she refused them all."
Long before the rebellion, Eerika's mother had said that many king's and lord's had offered to have Eerika marry their sons, but her father refused them all. Although, it wasn't because she was a beauty baby and her father feared that men would break her heart, but because her father didn't want an outsider who wasn't of their blood to try to over throw him.
"Well, she sounds like an interesting woman," Eerika said dryly. "I don't think Drogo will like me on top."
She knew he wouldn't, and she was happy with pleasing her husband with the Dothraki traditional way of sex. She did, however, want to surprise him from time to time. That was the only reason she was asking Doreah to teach her.
Doreah rolled her hips in a circle, placing Eerika's hands on her hips so she could feel the movement of them. "You will make him like it, Khaleesi. Men want what they've never had. And the Dothraki take slaves like a hound takes a bitch. Are you a slave, Khaleesi? Eerika narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "Then don't make love like a slave."
Eerika felt anger flare through her veins.
She had never been a slave and she certainly wouldn't start to be one now. She didn't care if Drogo wanted her to act like a slave, she would never stoop so low, and she would never let a man make a slave out of her – Great Khal or not.
Eerika flipped them over so Doreah was on her back.
"Very good, Khaleesi! Out there he is the mighty Khal, but in this tent, he belongs to you."
Instead of Doreah's words encouraging Eerika, they filled her with second thoughts. Eerika pushed herself off of Doreah and looked down at the fur. "I don't think this is the Dothraki way."
Doreah could see the dark clouds filling her Khaleesi's head with doubt. This actually surprised Doreah, though; her Khaleesi appeared to be so strong and independent, her head always held high as if though nothing could get to her.
The pleasure-slave never thought she would see her Khaleesi so insecure of herself.
Doreah forced Eerika to look at her. "If he wanted the Dothraki way, why did he marry you?"
That was a good point.
Drogo was not only a powerful Khal, but he was also handsome. With his rugged features and large stature, many women would fall for him, and Eerika knew that had already happened, though; a lot of the females of the khalasar would glare at her when no one was looking. Eerika knew that she was a lucky girl to be married to Drogo, but she couldn't help but feel like she wasn't good enough for him.
"He wasn't even supposed to marry me. He was supposed to marry my sister," Eerika mumbled, toying with her hands. A nasty habit had picked up as a child.
"And he still chose you," Doreah said with such conviction in her voice. "Trust me, Khaleesi, the Khal wants you greatly."
(Flashback ends)
Maybe Doreah was right. Eerika could have been easily overacting. She couldn't help but feel insecure, though. Never had a man wanted her for her, they wanted to her because she was the princess of the Seven Kingdoms. Viserys was perfectly alright with women flocking to him, for he always had that one thing in mind. She knew her brother well enough to know that her twin would take a beautiful wife, have children with her, and fuck the whores when his wife would fall pregnant.
Her train of thought was broken when the curtains rustled.
Looking up from where she was laying at, Eerika watched as her husband emerged into their tent, naked as the day he was born. Taking the time to gaze at his body, Eerika soon realized that her husband would never be a sight she would tire of seeing. He truly looked like a sun kissed god, his muscles prominent and definite without ease. She couldn't deny that the V dip of his hips made her clench her thighs together, and as her eyes traveled further down, she couldn't help but feel the heat pulse between her legs as she stared at his thick, long, erected cock.
Drogo wasn't any better. He hadn't expected Eerika to be stark naked in their bed. He was hypnotized by the sight of her body; he had never taken the time to appreciate it before. She was so different from the Dothraki females in so many ways. Even after hours of riding in the sun, Eerika's skin was still milky pale and flawless. Her legs looked a mile long and her waist, like the rest of her, was pretty tiny, but she had definite curves in all the right places.
Eerika took a deep breath when Drogo positioned himself behind her. Now was the worse time to have second thoughts. She made up her mind, however, and turned around.
"No."
Drogo paused before he tried to push her down again, his face contorted with anger and a bit of confusion.
He tried to push Eerika back down again, but she fought back and pushed away from him slightly. "No," she said with more power in her voice.
Eerika could see the confusion on her husband's face and quickly tried to rectify the situation.
With great hesitancy, for she didn't know how Drogo would react, she placed her hand on his cheek softly only to have him flinch away and grip her wrist tightly. Eerika held back her sob of surprise and pain, the Khal was far stronger than Viserys.
"Tonight I would look upon your face."
Eerika held her breath as Drogo stopped fighting her, his grip on her wrist going slack. She knew that she missed a couple words and mispronounced some of them, but it was clear that Drogo understood her.
Never before had Eerika felt her heart beat so quickly. With the silence in the room, she was certain that Drogo could hear it, although he just continued to stare at her with uncertainty.
Once Drogo was on his back, Eerika straddled his waist the same way Doreah had done to her just a few hours ago. Tediously, Eerika lowered herself on to Drogo, feeling herself stretch in a mix of pleasure and pain.
Eerika bit her lip to silence her cries as Drogo stared her in the eyes, where she could see the clouds of lust slowly fill his eyes. Staring right back at him, Eerika lifted her hips up, taking his cock almost all the way out of her pussy. With no warning, Eerika rammed herself back down on him.
Being on top was a whole new world.
Eerika kept the motion of her hips up as she continued to move on top of Drogo. After a few more minutes, it must have became too much because Drogo's hands reached up to toy with them. With a growl, Drogo sat up with Eerika still in his lap and gave an experimental thrust up, watching the pleasure on his Khaleesi's face.
He grabbed her hips and repeated his action. He pounded into her harder, making Eerika's breast bounce with every thrust. The pleasure became too much for Eerika and she rested her forehead against Drogo's, mumbling things that she couldn't understand.
"You must look in his eyes always."
Eerika removed her hands from his shoulders and placed them on both sides of his face. Before her husband could protest or ask questions, Eerika pressed her lips against his in a searing kiss. As the kiss became deeper, so did their thrust. Eerika wrapped her legs around Drogo's hips, bringing them closer. She cried out as the head of his cock grazed that spot inside her that made her shake with nothing but pleasure.
Drogo's pelvic bone pushed against her clit every time he slammed into her. The action caused Eerika's eyes to fly open and break the kiss. Their foreheads were still resting against each others, and Eerika felt something flutter in the pit of her stomach as she stared deeply into her husband's eyes.
"Love comes in at the eyes."
Both their eyes were dark and lust filled. Drogo abruptly held her hips still as he gave a powerful thrust upwards, causing Eerika's eyes to roll to the back of her head as she screamed his name. She was sure the khalasar could hear her, but at this point she didn't care.
Drogo's thrusts were continuous as he pounded into her, stroking that spot with each thrust of his hips.
Eerika felt her wall clench down around him, milking him as she came undone.
Eerika could faintly hear herself scream and Drogo's growls. She was thrown into a world of nothing but ecstasy; she couldn't even remember her own name. She felt Drogo collapse next to her and pulled her onto his chest. Eerika was still convulsing from the aftershock of the most intense orgasm she ever had.
She didn't know how she would be able to ride tomorrow.
"Gods be good," she breathed. Her senses gradually came back to her. She felt Drogo stroke her hair, running his long fingers through it.
It didn't take long when Eerika felt her eyes start to droop.
"…zhey jalan atthirari anni." Was the last thing Eerika heard come from a very familiar voice before sleep took over.
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