DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GAME OF THRONES!
The Mer Khaleesi
Chapter 9
The khalasar had made camp for a few days in order to give the livestock and horses a chance to graze in the lush grasslands they were camped in. The scouts had ridden ahead of the khalasar and had informed the Khal that there was very little in the way of game or vegetation ahead of them for at least a few days, so the decision to rest for a day or two had been an easy one for Drogo to make. Syleria and Ossania were also happy with the campsite, as there was a very picturesque waterfall a short ride away that they had already spent an afternoon in.
They had spent the hottest part of the day climbing up the small cliff and expertly diving into the clear and refreshing water below, playfully scoring the other girl's efforts. Syleria may have been more elegant and graceful in her technique, but she was always generous with her scores so Ossania won, as she always did. Irri and Doreah had accompanied the Princesses, cheering, clapping and laughing as they watched the two girls have an afternoon of fun. The two Mers had invited the handmaidens to join them in the water, offering to teach them some dives, but the two servants declined – it wouldn't be fitting for them to interact so informally with their Mistresses.
On the short ride back to camp, Syleria had told Ossania all about her and the Khal's efforts to work out their differences. The older sister had taken great delight in teasing Syleria when the younger girl had blushed hard when discussing the sex that had led to the couple's conversation. Ossania was, of course, still a virgin herself but she wasn't the blushing ingénue that Syleria still was.
"You were on top? And he liked that? I would have thought that would have angered him – his little wife trying to take control over him."
"I thought so too at first, but Doreah was very helpful with her advice." Syleria smiled at the former whore, who bowed her head with a smile of her own.
"What's this?" Ossania teased kindly. "Doreah gave you advice on Khal-handling?"
"I'm sure she's had enough experience in her time." The four girls had been so busy chatting to each other that they had all failed to notice King Qaran approaching them on horseback. "How old were you, slave, when you first fucked a man?" He demanded harshly.
Doreah ducked her head and meekly replied, "Twelve, your Grace."
"I thought as much. No doubt now it would be like trying to fuck a wet rag." Doreah's face burned with shame, even though she had heard worse during her time as a whore. "What are you all babbling about?"
"Mine and the Khal's efforts to start afresh in our marriage." Syleria answered.
Her father stared at her. "You think that matters? Whether you enjoy each other's company or not?"
The Khaleesi flushed. "Surely-"
"You are a fool girl! It is of no import if you like him, find him handsome, find him ugly, or whatever else!" He snapped. "The only thing that matters is the arrangement I made with him – I give him a queen, and he gives me an army. Everything else is pointless."
"Father," Ossania began, "Surely if-"
"What are you speaking for? You are irrelevant here! Are you married to the horse lord? No!"
"Perhaps one day I'll-"
He guffawed loudly, the offensive sound catching the attention of some members of the khalasar who were on the outer edge of the camp. "One day you'll what? Marry a King with a vast army of 40,000 riders? I don't think so! Marry anyone of import? Hardly. Marry anyone at all? Not likely. Not now that the whole world knows you were rejected by a stinking horse lord." He taunted cruelly. "If you're not good enough for a Dothraki savage, why would a King, Prince, Lord or Knight want you?"
He turned away from his second youngest daughter who was fighting back tears, and looked at a panicked Syleria. "And you...Get those ridiculous fantasies out of your empty head and focus on doing your duty – getting a son in your belly. That is if you can even have sons...With your mother's futile efforts, perhaps you should tell the Khal that he will most likely be very disappointed on that fateful day when you finally push a child from between your legs." With his daughters suitably humiliated and in tears, he rode on by, not a care in the world for the two girls he had just crushed.
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Syleria lay back on the bed in her and Drogo's tent, her mind still tormenting her with the humiliation she had suffered that afternoon. Her father's words just kept replaying in her mind time and time again, making her more melancholy with every repeat. She and the Khal had been married for less than two weeks; children had never even crossed her mind. While she would be ecstatic to beware mother someday, she knew that she would love her child no matter gender it was. After being hated by her own mother simply because she had been born a girl and not a boy – something that she wasn't responsible for – she had always promised herself that no matter what gender her children were, no matter what they looked like, sounded like, what language they spoke, books they read, sins they committed, that she would always love them unconditionally. Could she say the same for her husband? As a mighty Dothraki Khal, he would need at least one son to carry on ruling the khalasar after his death. What if she, like her mother, only had daughters? What would happen then? Would he set her aside? Find another mother for his children? Would he kill her?
Before she could panic anymore, Drogo stepped into the tent, a concerned look on his face. He headed over to the bed, cupping her cheek.
"Are you unwell?"
Unable to understand him, she held his hand in hers and gently kissed his palm, absently noting that his palm was the size of her entire face. "Good evening, Khal." She spoke gently in Dothraki, using one of the few phrases she knew.
"Drogo." He reminded her to use his name. She nodded and said his name with a smile.
Somewhat appeased by her positive response, he stepped back and began to undress for the night. Even in her sad state, she took in and appreciated the sight of her husband's naked body. She herself was still dressed in one of her thin nightdresses, still not quite comfortable with laying around naked, even in her own tent.
When he returned to the bed and settled down next to her, he ran one of his large and calloused hands up her thigh, the edge of her nightgown sliding up her skin. Not in the mood for his attentions, Syleria put her hand on his, stopping his progress up her body. "No." She said gently, looking him in the eye with a soft smile.
"Are you unwell?" He asked again with a concerned frown.
She was still unable to understand him but could sense that he was concerned. "I'm tired." She gave a big fake yawn to convey her message.
It obviously worked as he looked a little disappointed but patted her hip gently. Then he gave her a small smirk. "There are other things we can do."
She gave him a puzzled expression, then he leant in and kissed her gently. Both of them were still getting used to kissing – she had never kissed anyone else before, and kissing wasn't a part of Dothraki culture – so their kisses were a little awkward to begin with, even with Doreah's advice to the Princess. His lips were a little rough and chapped from the day's heat and his beard tickled her face, but Syleria could feel her husband's passion for her, so everything else just melted away. She playfully tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth, earning a low and lustful growl from her husband, his hips pressing his hard cock against her mound.
She moaned as he moved away from her mouth, his lips slowly trailing down her neck, pausing to mark her skin with his teeth. Supporting himself on one arm, his free hand moved to the sash holding her nightgown closed, tugging on it gently. The gown fell open as she writhed under his strong body, pressing her hips up against his. He growled against her skin, sliding further down her body.
He came to her breasts, resting himself between her legs and rested his weight on his elbows. With his hands now free, he was able to hold, cup and gently squeeze her creamy mounds as he placed kisses over the soft skin. Syleria panted, her hips grinding slowly against her husband's hard cock, trying to get it into her.
"No." Drogo's deep voice cut through her desperate moans. Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him. He was telling her no? When her eyes met his face, she saw that he was smirking as he kept on sucking her nipples. "Tired." He chuckled, obviously denying her now because she had denied him earlier.
"Yes, yes!" She insisted, grabbing at his shoulders to try to pull him up her body.
He took hold of both her wrists and held them in one hand with hardly any effort, effectively restraining her. "No." He teased again, kissing a line down her concave stomach. He made a note to make sure she ate more often.
"Drogo-" She started to moan sadly but was cut off when his kisses went further and further down her body. He was getting very close to her lady-parts. What was he planning? "Drogo?" She asked timidly, looking down just in time for him to place an open-mouthed kiss directly over her clit. She gasped loudly, torn between pushing her hips up so he would kiss her again, and pulling away from his unusual actions. What would make him want to put his mouth down there?
With his lips still planted over her clit, Drogo lightly flicked his tongue over the little bud, sending jolts through Syleria's body. She choked on her own gasps as his free hand spread her centre apart and he gently blew over her core. She wormed her wrists out of his hand and gripped the furs beneath her, her eyes locked on his head as he moved closer to her.
He moaned at the sight before him, holding her hips still with one large hand pressing down on her stomach. He extended his tongue and licked all the way from her back hole to her clit, groaning at her taste. He'd been waiting to do this since their wedding night, and was keen to take his time eating this delicious meal. His tongue danced across her silken folds, eliciting wondrous moans from his Khaleesi, her little fingers almost tearing the furs under their bodies.
Running his tongue up and down the seam between her lips, he skimmed over her clit and around her hole, never paying either of them too much attention. Gently pulling her outer lips apart with his fingertips, he pressed kisses along her pussy, dipping his tongue out. When his mouth hovered over her hole, he stiffened his tongue and gently probed her, sliding in just enough to make her squeal and dig her foot into his side. Then she was moaning in delight when he grabbed her hips, darting all over her pussy furiously. Sucking her clit, licking her slit, circling her hole…It was enough to drive her mad. He slid a finger into her, her hot insides grabbing onto him and drawing him in. He added another finger, making Syleria keen loudly, her feet shuffling on the bed.
"Drogo," She whimpered, opening her eyes and meeting his. "Please." She begged, trying to push her hips onto his fingers, but his large hand on her stomach stopped her from moving much.
"Tired?" He asked, starting to move his fingers inside her slowly.
"No!" She cried, reaching down with one small hand and grabbing his thick wrist, intending to move his hand faster within her.
He batted away her hand. "Vos." He said firmly, giving her a small glare as he kept up his rhythm.
"Voss?" She panted.
He nodded. "Vos. No. Vos. No." He suckled on her clit, his tongue running around the bud.
Her eyes rolled back and she slumped against the furs, resigned to her torturous fate. "Alright, vos!" She opened her eyes and watched him lazily for a moment before reaching down and gently stroking the scar going through his eyebrow. His eyes opened as he kept moving his mouth across her core. "Yes." She smiled at him. He raised his scarred eyebrow in question. She smiled again, giving an exaggerated shake of her head. "Vos." She nodded. "Yes." He still seemed confused. "Dothraki 'yes'?"
He chuckled, understanding her message. "Yes. Sek."
"Seck?"
"Sek." He rewarded her by quickening his fingers in her and doubling his efforts on her clit as she chanted 'yes' in Dothraki, her hand sliding into his hair and holding him to her centre. He worshipped her for over an hour, pulling four orgasms out of her until she was pleading him to let her rest, trying to close her legs even as he lay between them. He chuckled gently at her, moving up her body and kissing her forehead before lying on his side next to her. "Jalan atthirari anni." He kissed her gently, holding her as she clung to him and drifted off into sleep.
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"Thank you, Irri. You can leave me now." Syleria said softly as she prepared to enter the hot bath her handmaidens had drawn for her. The Dothraki servant nodded and left the tent, closing the flaps as she left to ensure her Khaleesi's privacy. The Khal had already killed three Dothraki soldiers who had thought it would be a good idea to spy on her and Ossania as they bathed.
Syleria sat on the edge of the tub and dipped her feet into the hot scented water, her whole body singing and shivering in pleasure as the moisture was absorbed deep into her skin. She slid her whole body into the water, submerging herself as she curled into a ball. The day had been long and especially hot, making her extremely uncomfortable in the dry air. If this heat continued for much longer, Syleria would have to bathe in the mornings too, but was reluctant to put such a burden on her handmaidens who would have to prepare the water for her.
Allowing her body to relax, she basked in the peaceful sounds of the water in her ears, imaging herself in the ocean, swimming and playing with three young Waterlings, one green, one red, and one black. It was a wonderful fantasy, but a fantasy nonetheless. Vaes Dothrak, their destination, was at least four days ride from the nearest coast, according to Sir Jorah. She doubted the Khal would let her be away from him and the khalasar for over a week.
Syleria dreamt her time away, lost in her happy fantasy of her ocean-dwelling Waterlings, when she was suddenly ripped from it, her whole body pulled out of the bath. A voice was shouting, hands frantically pressing at her throat and face. She pushed her wet hair out of her eyes and saw the Khal in front of her, holding her to his chest.
"Fini? [What?]" She asked, sullen that her bath had been so rudely interrupted. He stared at her, seemingly flummoxed, and then recommenced shouting in unrestrained Dothraki. "Slow down, wait." She tried to soothe him but he only kept shouting, even giving her shoulders a shake. "What's wrong?" She asked when he released her and grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around her firmly before dragging her over to the fire in the middle of the room. "What's going on?" She allowed herself to be pushed onto a cushion on the floor. He knelt behind her and pulled her body close to him, holding her tightly. He went silent, only holding her. She waited for a few minutes before speaking softly. "Drogo," He looked at her as she turned her head to him, "What is it? What's wrong?" He spoke again, more subdued that time. She sighed. "Where's Irri? Irri." She said firmly. She searched for the Dothraki word. "Uh…Nayat [girl] Irri." He seemed to understand, calling towards to the guards outside her tent. They sat in silence as they waited for Irri to arrive.
When the girl stepped into the girl, the Khal immediately barked at her in Dothraki. She seemed to stumble back in shock and reply, visibly upset. The two of them spoke to each other for a few minutes, Irri becoming more and more upset to the point of tears, before Syleria cleared her throat. "Irri? What's going on?"
"Khal ask why you wish to die, Khaleesi."
"What?" She sat up in the Khal's arms, turning to look at him. "Why does he think I wanted to die?"
"He find you in bath, your head under water."
"Yes…Why is that so strange? I do it all the time." As Irri translated for the Khal, it was clearly the wrong thing to say, as he started shouting again. "I just meant that it's normal for people like me to do it!"
Instead of translating straight away, Irri looked at her confused. "People like you, Khaleesi?"
Syleria froze, realising her slip of the tongue. She sighed heavily. Knowing that she couldn't take back what she had said, she turned to Drogo. "I may have missed something out of our honest conversation. I have something to tell you."