Sorry it's taken so long, guys. Its bin a very busy few weeks and I've been trying to find a good way to make this scene work. I think I re-wrote this four times. The next chapter will be up before may 31st. But only if I get LOTS of reviews ;)
Drogo's POV
I watched as my new wife smiled at the dancers in front of us, their bare breasts swaying as they danced. I watched her with care as her eyes sparkled with glee. She was an odd one, my wife. Whenever other people watched our weddings they cringe away with fear and distaste, much like her worm of a brother had. But my wife was fierce, able to look on to our ways and learn to accept them. It's this, the way she handles herself, the way she handles my people that make me already happy for her to be my wife. Looking over at her, I noticed how she was looking to where her slim of her brother had walked off.
"Nek to mack de resh me tof" Go check to make sure her brother is not sulking. "MEr—ek nok mehish ek mot Daenerys" He's upsetting my wife, Daenerys. Daenerys looked to me with a smile on her face, her eyes giving me the appreciation she felt. I nodded his head to her and let the celebration continue for a few more hours, silently speaking with my new wife. I was impressed by her amazing skill at learning Dothraki. She was a quick learner, and when she stumbled over new words, she quickly would wave Jorah Mormont over to her and ask. I smiled. She a beautiful girl, so pale and fair; she was so unlike the usual girls I was used to seeing.
I enjoy watching her reactions to everything about my people. I watched her reactions go from surprise, to shock, to curiosity, to enjoyment multiple times in several minutes. Finally, when the sun was low enough it the sky, I stood from my seat and the entire wedding halted. When I looked back to Daenerys stood and moved behind me gracefully. I walked forward, watching one of the slaves bring forth both my horse and her present.
When I took hold of her new horse's reigns and turned to look at my new wife, I saw her complete shock and awe in her face. Walking slowly forward, her face turned into an impressive and stunning smile. Her hands came up to pet its neck and nose, hushing it as the horse shook its head back in protest then leaned into her in love. My wife needed the best horse out of every man in my lands. I picked the palest, the most fair, and the one I thought she would love the most. "She's beautiful," I hear her whisper, though I don't understand the words, I can tell that she is happy. "What's her name?" I look down at her confused, not quite sure what she is saying to me. Jorah quickly came over to me and told me her question.
"Nek mar nake-de mar ick noch" she is yours to name. Her face lit up as she stroked the silver's nose. I move towards her and she slowly backs away from me as I tower over her small, delicate form. When she was lined up with the leather piece hanging from the horses back I lifted her easily onto the silver. She was a very light girl. It took no effort to lift her up onto the horse; I should make sure that she eats often. She sent me down a smile and I noticed her slime of a brother moving over to her as I made my way to my stallion. I did not trust this boy; I knew I had to keep a close eye on him in the future.
I moved my horse forward, watching as my wife quickly did the same, keeping pace with my horse. She had a smile on her face as she rode, hey eyes glinting in the sun. Never had I met such a woman before in my life, and I was glad I had the balls to claim her when I found her.
We didn't ride far, just far enough that if my wife wanted to scream she could without being heard by my entire army. As I pulled my horse to a stop I looked over at my wife. She looked scared, nervous, and worried. I looked away and sighed; she must never have had sex before. It would be something I needed to teach her.
My senses were screaming at me as I lifted her off of her horse and took the reins of both animals. She walked towards the water's edge and looked over the horizon. She was beautiful. I walk up behind her and take hold of her hand, pulling her eyes towards me. I smile slightly at her to reassure her, it seemed to help. "mer-okj nave me nov deantrak" I have never done this before. I nod my head, telling her I understand what she is saying to me. She looks me in the eye. "mev nok." I'm scared.
I reach one hand up to touch her cheek, slowly her head turns into my palm. She is so innocent. She should be enjoying her youth, not being forced into a marriage full of people she didn't know, a culture she didn't understand. I swore to myself then and there that I would do everything in my power to make her feel at home in my world. No matter the cost. "mev nok mesh terrik nok meha haftif." You will never have a reason to be scared of me.
She smiled up at me and then did something I would have never expected from her. She leaned up and touched her soft lips to mine. Her mouth didn't seem to know what to do, so I helped her. My mouth slid against hers, my tongue demanded entrance into her mouth as my hands came down and gripped her ass and pulled her up to my height.
She moaned.
I almost lost myself right then and there. Her moans were the most erotic thing I'd ever heard in my life. She was the most sexual creature I had even seen in my life. Her dress was easily removable if I wished. I could just rip it off of her. But then she'd have to ride back to the camp naked and I didn't want her pig of a brother seeing her like that. Instead I set her down on her feet and removed my mouth slowly from hers. Her lips followed mine in a silent plea, but I just shook my head and reached up to remove the three headed dragon pins from her gown; once removed I moved around her and untied the back of her strange gown.
I was able to slide the gown easily from her shoulders, but the moment her breasts were exposed to the night air she covered them quickly with her hands in shame. This made me frown. She was a gorgeous woman and I wanted to see her beautiful body. Moving around her, I gripped her wrists in my hands, careful and cautious of her injury on one hand, and removed them from her chest. "No," I whispered, the one word Jorah had been able to teach me in the past that I'd been able to remember. "MEk njh me vik." Don't hide from me. She closed her eyes and nodded her head, holding her hands still in my grasp.
Trying to ease her discomfort, I released her hands and touched one of her sweet breasts. They weren't large, maybe she was underweight. I reminded myself once again to make sure she ate a lot over the coming months. My fingers ran over her erect nipple and she shivered violently. She was a delicate thing, this girl. Tilting my head to the side, I leaned into her again and pressed my lips to her neck, nipping her slightly with my teeth, causing her breath to catch in her throat. Soon, the rubbing of her breasts and her reactions made my curiosity wonder and I moved my hands slowly down her abdomen and touched her most womanly area. She gasped and shuddered hard, her eyes rolling back in her head. I smiled.
This was what a husband wanted his wife to react like. He played with her for a few moment, making her tremble and quiver. Soon, when she was good and wet, he led her over to a high rock and sat down, undoing the closure on his pants. Daenerys looked at him scared but he reached up and touched her face, pulling her in for another kiss. Her lips were too soft to resist. Picking her up he rested her over his cock before slowly easing her in.
Never had he heard a woman moan in such a way in his life.
