Khal Drogo X Reader - Blog Posts

Hi Milo! would you please write Yandere Khal Drogo x pregnant wife reader? with smut? and that the reader loves it a little as if she had Stockholm syndrome? I am completely in love with my Khal :D thank you very much in advance :))

ps: i love your work it's just amazing <333

ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ, ᴀ ᴋʜᴀʟᴇꜱꜱɪ | ᴋ. ᴅʀᴏɢᴏ

yall are so nice omgg :}

this man has me on a chokehold literally

disclaimer: italics indicate dothraki language & female reader

warnings: yandere theme, dubcon sex, breeding kink, mentions of betrothal, possessiveness, noncon relationships, 18+ content.

One thing about this man right here, he doesn't care. Yes, your belly is swollen with one child. Never to late for another? He is a good fuck: its in his blood, his veins, his pride. You will never find another man like him to satisfy you. Your body will never fully be satisfied unless it is him.

However, Drogo is no fool though, he knew you were going to anything in your power to prevent the pregnancy: beg Viserys to kill you? It was such a good act, he must say. You had requested him to threaten you with the blade during the feast so maybe, just maybe: it could all be over with. But Drogo remained calm during the performance because he was well aware of your misery with him. He enjoyed it though, savored you until his heart content. He doesn't give a horse's ass if you don't like your new life. It is what was born for you to do, to breed.

You better pray because you never leave the tent nor lift a finger; the maidens of the tribe live to serve their khalessi. Drogo is the type of lover person to not feel sympathy to others no matter how bad the grief may be. Not really connected with his feelings, just his desires.

You stood up upon his arrival in the tent, no matter how weak or sore your body ache. You were trained to always greet the khal with exact and focus attention. He just walks in while throwing his weapon on the side of him and onto the floor. His dark eyes hadn't left your gaze. He approached you with his heavy footsteps, as his hands coated with one’s blood that was not his own, examining your facial features; observing to see that he had returned to you just had he left you: stable.

He had done this various times but it was a habit to see if anyone would harm the stallion that will mount the world. You were wearing an upper-waist dress with an floral palette and flowiness, the dress dropped to your ankles that hid your recently massaged feet. His hands were on your sore stomach and with a few rubs of gentleness from him: you inhale deeply due to the pain being at ease with his rubbing.

You open your eyes softly as his blood-coated hand print had been on the see-through dress. He cups your cheeks, bringing your face closer to his while examining you once again. He was worried to know if anyone had attacked you, his khalessi. You noticed this because you could see the worry on his stoic face: even if he managed to hide it so well. You grab his rough hand and gently caress his palm, despite the blood that was abusing your nostrils. Drogo noticed your gentleness to him, no matter how bad he treated you in your terms.

He leaned over to and kissed you, which you melted into because you were far to used to kissing Drogo. You had accepted Drogo, and his traditional and somewhat beneficial ways with you. You had no choice. His body weight increased as he was almost falling on you but he had placed you on the clothed rags that you both rested upon day and night. You push him away with all of your strength, feeling a bit more weaker by the second due to your sore belly weighing you down.

You were soon pushed down in a meer manner. You gently caresses your sore belly, Drogo noticed how your body couldn't handle his genetics obviously due to the pain you were enduring. You looked so full, so round. So very plumply. He was mentally smiling, it made him feel proud that your tiny body compared to his was so enjoyably weak. "May we just take this moon to rest?" You attempt to reason with him, you both were fucking non-stop every-night and you were already carrying one, you couldn't handle anymore right now. He shakes his head no. You already knew he was going to reply in that manner.

The traditional dothraki love language will forever be questioned and as much as you didn't feel like it: it was always coming. He had pushed you rather gently this time onto the horse fur and cotton rags that was used to make a makeshift bed. You flopped due to your strength decreasing each second with your stomach. He took the chance to lay himself next to you, as his clothes discarded with yours. 

You give a sensual moan at the loss of discomfort your sore body had posses with the clothes that were tight around you. Drogo enjoyed you in clothes that were tightly on you, showing your curves but in your current state, he wanted everyone in his tribe to be well aware that you are already claimed for the stallions that will mount the world. It was usual for the dothraki to become possessive over their beloved, you were far to used to it though.

You allowed his large, calloused hands roam over your body, not even having a say in the first place to be in-fact. You were about to protest, hoping you can take this night to just relax and ease yourself but Drogo had no relief in a few cycles. The healer of the tribe, that is rarely around had told Drogo that sex could harm the baby's life especially your body compared to his size.

He was well aware that his girth was large and did expected the outcome of no sex but that couldn't stop him and his animalistic urges that refused to go away. Before he had walked into the tent, he had mentally prayed to the old wise great stallion to bless your growing child lives under its guidance and blessings.

Perhaps, he should consider what the healer said but his urges had been getting through his head. And he cannot blame them. You were in your glory, laying down with your legs closed together as you turned your body to the side to rest, but Drogo had grew impatient due to the slightest of movements had allowed his cock become erected with pre.

It wasn't him getting excited, he doesn’t believe in such a happy emotion. It was his soul reacting to yours. He had took the chance to come up behind you, laying you down in his grasp as your body still turned. He refuses for you to be on your stomach, even though that was the traditional way to give pleasure in the dothrakian heritage, taking you from behind. You hadn't noticed how his large hands were on your swollen belly as he pushed you gently onto the rags that made your bed.

You arched your back at the sudden pleasure you were receiving as Drogo’s hands moved down to your bare abdomen and soon your pussy. You squinted your eyes as you bit your lip in anticipation as his fingers played with the outer-lips of your bare pussy. You weren't able to look at him. He had laid you down on your side where your back had been facing him.

You quivered as his other calloused hand rubbed your sore, bare back. You whimpered softly while his lips connected to your neck yet again. You were looking down because your body had been so sore from his genetics. He took this opportunity to enter you. You shot up instantly with small pleas for mercy to his force. "Drogo, please! I am with child!" You say in hope for him to calm down as his thrusts increasingly become sloppy.

Drogo snicked indistinctly. You truly had been afraid, never hearing Drogo laugh, cry or lose his cool and upon your arrival to the horselords: you would always find them intimidating, but none as intimidating as Drogo.

His large hands meet your hips, gripping your flesh roughly before bringing your body closer onto his cock with a small grunt. You used your hands to support your body from falling down but the pain was enduring enough. You were moaning as the slaps of both fleshes continued. You closed your eyes; allowing Drogo to continue, he was bound to. Consent meant nothing to him, to his pride. His grunts and groans described the relief he had been feeling as he ached for more of your touch.

Your body was uncontrollably relaxing. You felt yourself reach for your peak. His large cock within you had been so very pleasureful that tears of overstimulation coated your heavy eyes as you saw stars. "Please, I-" You blurt out as your climax was approached swiftly. He leans himself down to your ear. "Do it." Drogo orders while he puts himself into your neck to decrease his echoing groans. 

You leaned your head back, while he gave one last powerful thrust and it allowed you to release your building orgasm. Drogo had gritted his teeth furiously while his hot semen was unloaded again. You gasped heavily while a thin layer of sweat coated your aching body.

He leans down to you and kisses your forehead while pulling out. "Rest, my khalessi." Drogo coo's sweetly as he wipes away your tears with his large pointing finger. You nodded in agreement before turning your body to the side where your back had been facing him as his rough hands gently caress your sore belly while you drift to slumber.

Drogo noticed you fell asleep more quicker that usual. He was actually glad you went to sleep as a small smile crept up to the curve of hips as he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder before playing with your knuckles as his other hand continuously rubbed your aching yet growing belly. He knew he wasn’t the best husband but he was glad you were giving into your role as his khalessi.

His khalessi.

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ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɴ | ᴅ. ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ & ᴋ. ᴅʀᴏɢᴏ

female reader

disclaimer: italics is dothraki language

warnings: 18+ content, nonconsensual sex, rape, threesome M/F/F, possessive/obsessive behavior, forceful oral (f receiving), implied voyeurism, attempted murder & yandere tendencies

You couldn’t believe it.

No one could.

Viserys Targaryen III had requested your presence to accompany him for the meeting of Khal Drogo and Daenerys’ before the ceremony. Without hesitation or anticipation, you accepted his proposal. Viserys had answered saying that you were one of the best female warriors that were surprisingly apart of house Targaryen. He vowed that you would be his personal guard, till he reclaims his throne. 

You only agreed because the consequences of denial could be vaguely worse than death. “You’ve been requested by King Viserys as he and his sister along with Mister Illyrio await for the Khal’s arrival.” She said as she handed you an item hidden underneath a cloth. You revealed it to a coat style that must’ve been favored by Viserys, a diaphanous gown. “Your wardrobe must make changes to King Viserys’ expectations, this is merely the beginning.” The maiden continued when you inspected the dress that was out of your style.

The another unnamed maiden entered to your adjoining quarters with more unappealing outfits. “You better a move on. It is best to keep the king pleased at all times.” She spoke before both women began reaching for the door and leaving you in the quiet room. You remained unamused with such a gown but if it were for Viserys, you must. You admired yourself in the mirror before grabbing your hip sheath as you attached it to your waist. Putting your sword in its sheath, you walked out the room before running the empty maroon carpeted hallways. You ran towards the steps. Passing through the curtains to see the two sliver headed siblings accompanies by old brunette.

Viserys turned his narrowed gaze towards you, lightening up before letting a smile take hold of his features. “This is my personal guard! She will accompany us with our journey with those wretched dothraki..” Viserys introduced you. You wave upon his weird introduction while the pale female consciously stared. “Y/N.” Illyrio greeted. You nod your head in acknowledgment. “Your grace.” You replied. You turned your body towards the violet eyed female. “Princess.” You greeted with a mere bow. Her purple illuminating eyes bore into you, as if she had witness death before her. “You’re a woman who is a guard?” She asked with her foreign accent. 

Viserys gave an annoyed look, he knew Daenerys was very...slow to adapt to certain things which meant everything was explained to her, even that she doesn’t understand various times. “Why of course, dear sister. She is apart of our garrison.” Viserys said with a poker face. After waiting for five minutes, you stood next Illyrio and Daenerys who was side glancing. “Where is he?” Viserys asked as he turned his head slightly towards Illyrio, it appears that they had been waiting for a while. “The Dothraki aren't known for the punctuality.” Illyrio responded swiftly. “Y/N,” You heard a soft, feminine voice speak from beside you.

Turning your attention towards a shy, pale yet younger Targaryen you nodded in acknowledgement. “May you escort me to the Khal? So, I mustn’t go alone.” Daenerys continued before staring at you. You smiled. “If that what you wish, I will. He will not be in arm’s length,” You answered before staring over at her. “Not when I am around you, princess.” You continued. You could see a tint of red flush her face at the nickname you had gave her. You heard horses approach. Daenerys looked startled. “Do not fret. He can still reject the offer.” You whispered to her as the men on horses approach. You shifted your gaze from her to the group of men and your eyes widen.  

They had blue paint across their shoulders as they wore high waist clothing that had long boots and thousands of animal fur that you presume they killed. Illyrio approached them, climbing down the steps and greeting then in Dothraki language. You stand tall as Khal Drogo stared uninterested yet rather stoic at Illyrio. “Do you see how long his hair is?” Viserys asked as he forcefully put himself in the middle of you and his sister. 

You leaned back to hear his words better as Dany stared at the Khal. “When Dothraki are defeated in combat, they cut their braid to show the world their shame.” Viserys continued. You rose your brows. Their customs are nothing of whom yourself had heard about.

You were actually surprised that Viserys was able to learn about the Dothraki. “Khal Drogo has never been defeated.” Viserys whispered, murmured into Daenerys’ ear. “He's a savage of course, but he is one of the finest killers alive,” Viserys continue to explain before pulling Daenerys close. “and you will be his queen.” Viserys continued, the way he was giving Khal Drogo and the Dothraki with their savage ways, you worried for Daenerys. He sold his only family left to some brute. “Well, the dothraki have customs that are different to our own. Perhaps, you should reconsider this arrangement, my king.” You opinionated, if you were to be a ‘personal guard’ of his, even if he wouldn’t listen to his own sister, he would probably listen to you or maybe put your opinion in consideration.

Viserys scoffed at your words, causing you to become irritated but you remained calm. “And not get my army? Never in seven hells.” He answers while rolling his eyes for more emphasis to his words. “Come forward, my dear.” Illyrio said before turning his body towards Daenerys and yourself. You turned towards Daenerys with a reassuring smile before holding your arm towards her.

She hooked her arm with yours before walking down the steps slowly. You felt how she was shaking, the way her breath hitched as you both passed Illyrio. You leaned over to her, whispering to match your breathing. You both were in front of the Khal. You both stared at the same time. Daenerys and the Khal had made eye contact as you were admiring him and his men appearance. They stared for a limited amount of time, until his gaze went to you.

You noticed his eyes travel to your body. You then turned your gaze and stared into his dark, dark eyes. After you made eye contact, he pulled his horse reigns, forcefully turning the horse towards the exit he entered from,  along with his men. “W-Wait. Where is he going?” Viserys blurted as he stepped down the stairs. “The ceremony is over.” Illyrio responded. Beside you, Daenerys let breathed a relived sigh. 

You smiled at her, which seemed to calm her wild emotions. “B-But he didn’t say anything!” Viserys said, clearly irritated with the Khal's actions. “Did he like her?” asked Viserys as he eyed the horses in the distance. “Trust me, your grace. If the khal was displeased, we would’ve known.” Illyrio reassured a worrying Viserys. You followed Viserys and Daenerys up the dais along with Illyrio. You all walked to the balcony, the one placed in the master bedroom of the castle.

Illyrio had been giving a lecture to Viserys about the people cry for the rightful king. You and Daenerys followed behind. “When will they be married?” asked Viserys as he cupped his chin. “Soon,” Illyrio answered. “The dothraki never stay still for long.” He continued. “Is it true they lie with their horses?” Viserys asked while cupping his hands together. “I wouldn’t ask Khal Drogo.” Illyrio simply stated. This caused the younger male to look over at Illyrio. “Do you take me for a fool?” Viserys asked with a displeasured look. “I take you for a king.” Illyrio assured as you and Daenerys exchanged curious glances. “I know how to play a man like Drogo,” Viserys said with pride before continuing the slow pace. “I give him a queen and he gives me an army.” Viserys stated simply, keeping his hopes high.

You looked at Daenerys's stoic face that was perhaps swirling with many emotions. “Now’s your chance.” You whispered in her pale ear as she nodded. “I don't want to be his queen,” Daenerys spoke, causing the two males to turn and look at her. You were glad that Daenerys had stood up for herself. “I want to go home.” She finished, her gaze was full of determination, fury and slight worry. Viserys was unamused until he blinked to a cheery face. “Well, That’s all I want too.” Viserys spoke. “I want to go home too but they took it from us.” Viserys explained as he creeped slowly to his sister. “So, tell me, dear sister. How do we go home?” asked Viserys, in almost a mockery tone.

Daenerys gaze went down, in search of an answer. “I-I don't know.” She answered, and you mentally groan from her sudden cowardness. “We go home with an army,” Viserys explained as he put two fingers under the pale female's chin to lift her gaze. “With Khal Drogo’s army.” He explained as he brushed his sister’s comed hair. You furrowed your brows in irritation. He was using the throne against her will, her freedom. 

Daenerys just looked stunned, speechless even. "I will let his whole tribe fuck you,” He said. “All forty-thousand men and their horses, if thats what it took." Viserys added as he rubbed his hand, caressing her pale cheek. “Absurd!” You yelled until his snake gaze laid upon you. Gritted your teeth and cowering in authority. “What I mean, my king...judging from Khal Drogo’s actions: he seems rather unimpressed with Daenerys, plus he does have the say to reject the offer.” You explained that Daenerys smiled upon as Viserys kissed her forehead. “Ahh, Y/N. He would not say no.” Viserys said. With that, Illyrio and Viserys walked into the distance, leaving you and Daenerys full of concern for this possible outcome.

It wasn’t long until Khal Drogo returned his answer by sending a dothrakian messenger. Founding yourself on the dais on the day of the ceremony. The Dothrakian messenger that spoke common tongue translated that the Khal accepted Daenerys’ hand in marriage but the only catch was that Drogo wanted both you and Daenerys in marriage. Your eyes widen at the translator who had soon departed. Leaving Daenerys, Viserys and yourself stun.

Daenerys was slightly happy that you were going to be with her during this unexpected time.  

Viserys was pissed. You were his to deflower, not some killer. Did he want you or the throne more?

You, on the other hand had confused, pissed and annoyed in a mix. You felt weak to your knees, holding onto the stoned castle walls that raised you for moons.

You felt a soft palm on your shoulder. “At least....we are in this together.” Daenerys said as she pulled you to your feet. She gave you a heartwarming smile. “Well. You two make yourselves presentable. We leave for the ceremony soon.” Illyrio said as he walked up the dais with Viserys who was still stunned. You gritted your teeth as hand maidens forcefully took you and Daenerys to the dressing room. It was a numerous amount of time when Daenerys had requested for matching dresses. You looked at her as if she was sick. “To impress our future lover.” Daenerys stuttered, attempting to come up with an excuse.  

You gave a snobby look before turning towards the maidens. “Your future lover.” You corrected. “Why say that?” asked the sliverette whose tone was filled with curiosity. “I’ll find a way to escape within the ceremony.” You said with a cocky smile. She smiled at your confidence before getting sappy. “How will escape the dothrakians? They live up to their savage reputation.” Daenerys stated before undressed the silk see-through dress she had been wearing. “Well. I can show a savage approach,” You spoke as you began to strip. “I’ll even bring my sword if needed.” You stated.

She nodded then looked over at you. “So, you intend to leave me with the Khal?” Daenerys croaked. You chuckled merely. “You say it as if I am dooming you to death,” You answered, facing her unamused and upset face. “There is no need for such remark, princess.” You said while adjusting your slippers. “You were getting married to the khal with or without my presence.” You said, soon averting her dropped gaze.

You could sense her being slightly disconsolate, but even if your words were hurtful, (even though not intended to be) it was the truth. You were about to get up until the maidens handed you a matching dress, but a much darker shade was given to you. “We match. Having close to the same pattern! Black and white that resembles the moon and sun!” Daenerys said with a smile. You ignored her briefly, squinting at the dress in annoyance. The empire-waist wedding dress that has the same palette and floral colors as the other one. You sighed in annoyance, this couldn’t get any worse.

Perhaps, it was possible that this situation is escalating far worse and worse by a breath. You were well aware of the dothrakians living up to their savage reputation but it had never seen it close. You were in the middle as your legs hung off the bench as Daenerys was on your left, pale hands in her lap as she watched the ceremony. You side glanced the Khal that was on your right and gnawed your inner cheek at the sight. You knew he was intimidating, strong and was a brutal killer which meant that your escape was going to be challenging.  

You saw Viserys shared a judgemental gaze with you as you both watched the dothrakians celebrate. The sight of the women being raped, the men ripped each other’s throat and the smell of horse hearts and raw meat, it was all disgusting. It was irritating to just sit by and watch. 

You had to do something. “No,” Daenerys whisper-yelled, your soon to be concubine. “Leave them.” She continued. You looked at her with a angered gaze. “We mustn’t do nothing!” You spoke with irritation, her soft hands caressed your muscles and soon shoulders as you gently lowered yourself down. “There is nothing we can do.” Daenerys cooed as you gripped your fist tightly. 

Although quiet, Drogo had been pleased by your actions, despite doing anything, it was expected to have such fury. You both were so unaware, he had multiple whores but none like Daenerys and yourself. He even smirked at the sight of the brutality in front of him and felt at ease with the gifts you and Daenerys were given, the various blessings given for the three of you had been uncountable. One gift in particular had caught your eye. 

You and Daenerys eyed each other as you both picked up a dragon egg that had been gifted whilst learning that this Jorah who honorably served with House Targaryen during the great war and stated how he wished to serve the rightful king.  

The sounds of drums had been loud, but the screams of agony filled the air that caused the crowd roared in encouragement. Gagging at the sight; Daenerys side glanced the Khal as he had a small smile of sadist on his face. “They’re mindless.” You muttered to Daenerys. She nodded in agreement. You searched around the area, looking for a good route until Viserys made eye contact. “This was not supposed to happen.” He mouthed in an apologetic manner.

You nodded with slightly teary yet frustrated eyes. He was right. This was not supposed to happen. Daenerys supposed was to be here, not you. Not that you wanted to leave the sliver haired female alone, but damn, you didn’t deserve to be here. You weren’t ready to commit yourself to anyone yet. You and Daenerys shot confused glances at each other as the Khal stood up. He turned slowly, it was almost scary the way he stared at you both. 

Daenerys stood and you mirrored her in confusion whilst the Khal made his way down the wooden dais. The dothrakians within the circle scrambled a path towards the end as their leader walked. Daenerys followed him, unquestionably, you however was in the back, everything was unpredictable. 

The dothrakians behind you both was sensible, their smell, their breath, even the way they kept quiet. Some stared in awe, some in disgust, and some who looked hunger. You both walked the end of the path. A male and female, though the male looked more like a war horse. 

You breathtakingly walked up to the female before rubbing her snout, you smiled as the white horse huffed and strut her head at you playfully. “She’s beautiful.” You hear Daenerys say to Khal Drogo while you just stood still, almost stoic even.

Daenerys turned her gaze towards Jorah. one of the few common tongue speakers of the tribe. “I don't know how to say ‘thank you’ in Dothraki.” She apologized in a genuine manner of respect. “Child, there is no ‘thank you’ in Dothraki.” He stated. The khal approached Daenerys, you turned over intimidatingly, hoping the khal wasn’t going to kill her. 

He instead lifted her on the horse, he soon came over to you but you raised your hand, you didn’t need his assistance but he begged to differ. His hands covered a vast amount of your body when he lifted yourself behind Daenerys. It made you sulk slightly, never had you felt so vulnerable before.

Viserys walked up to your horse with Daenerys in the middle of you and the Khal as the Khal walked over to his horse. “Make him happy.” said Viserys as he gave you an infamous smirk. You sent him a glare as Daenerys stared. Khal Drogo pulled both the reigns as the horses’ stumble. You wrapped your arms around Daenerys’ slim waist as you lean your cheek on the back of her neck, inhaling her hair scent. She stiffens from your grasp. “Is this okay?” You whispered gently. “Yes.” She responded in almost an instant, letting go the reigns with one of her hands and placing it on top of yours. 

The ride was short. You sensed fear within Daenerys as her breath hitched like it did before but you weren’t worried. This will be the first yet last time to see these monsters for a tribe. You had no idea what intentions the Khal had here near the bank of the sea, probably was going to throw you both over, so you had no business getting off the horse, actually planning a way to escape with it. However, Daenerys had stared at the sky with the sun’s illuminating setting glow. You could tell that she was attempting to forget the current situation.

You then noticed how Daenerys was presented towards the Khal as he approached her. You then realized what is about to happen, but your instincts remained on your escape. He had been untying the hold of the dress which had been in the back. You heard Daenerys tear-full sobs as a tear escaped from her eye, and fall to her cheek. “No.” You heard in a low gruff voice. You turned your gaze slightly, had the Khal always spoke the common tongue? If so, someone could’ve told you. “Do you know the common tongue?” asked Daenerys, attempting to possible ignore the fact she was even near the Khal.

Drogo walked around her, undressing the extra accessories that wasn’t necessary for a savage wedding. “No.” He simply answered again. “Is ‘no’ the only word you know?” She said with slight anger building up from his same answer. His hands were on the pin that was holding her cleavage cup to be seen. “No.” He said as the pin dropped on the ground with a clank. 

You turned your gaze and closed your eyes shut when the large Khal had walked behind Daenerys, who continued sobbing as he undressed her strap of the dress. Her bare body was shown to the Khal as she desperately attempted to cover it. You winced at the sight and at the sobs she produced as she cried your name to help her.

You just couldn’t.

You were used to pleasurable acts such like this, it was unfortunate. You turned your back away from the new couple, facing the horses, attempting to focus on the sound of the gushing waves over Daenerys’ pleas. You knew that your escape was going to be hard but this was beyond your comfort zone and complicated for you.

But you needed to get out of here somehow.

It was your first escape plan, who could blame you! You were in unknown territory and didn’t know the tricks. You let out a displeasured grunt as the men escorted you to the large tent where you, Daenerys and Drogo’s slept in. You didn’t sleep with them no matter how many times Daenerys pleaded you to, you didn’t sleep near them! You were always on the other side in a secluded area away from the chaos. 

You grunted as they opened the tent’s flap to see Daenerys there, sitting on a hand-made chair. Dothraki language filled your ears as the men spoke to Daenerys who spoke back in Dothraki which you refused to learn. The men left you with the devil. “They say they saw you breach the stables, napped a horse and took off.” Daenerys said as her gaze burned on yours. “Your slaves speak the truth.” You replied simply before brushing off the Dothrakian leathered dress you despised. “Why,” She asked questionably as she tilted her head causing you to look over at her unamused. "Why do you intend on leaving me, leaving us?" She asked again. 

You just scoffed, tutted mockingly. “Why did you intend to submit?” You spat back with slight rage. “You keep forgetting,” You spoke, looking over at her dropped gaze. “that I won’t stop ‘til I get out of this hell hole.” You finished while standing your ground. “There is no escape.” She said in almost an instant that caused you to stiffen from such harshness. She stood up also, toe-to-toe with you, something that would’ve never happened because of this. “I am carrying the Khal’s son." Daenerys pointed out as her hand caressed her stomach.

Your expression dropped to pure rage. “Did that beast deflower you forcefully?!” You asked as you went for your sheath until you came to terms that it was gone. “I allowed him too,” Daenerys stated, soon smiling almost madly as she noticed you in panic. “And you will not be needing your sword.” Daenerys said. You turned to her enraged. “Why in the seven hells not!?” You yelled as you approached her almost threateningly. “Humor me!” You continued, impatient for an answer.

She stiffens slightly, becoming slightly annoyed with your tantrum. “Where is my sword?!” You yelled once again. “You have to carry Drogo’s son.” Daenerys said. You roll your eyes, the same thing she always says. “Where is my sword!” You yelled once more. The tent flapped and soon you heard a clank on the ground. You furiously turned around to see your sword dismantled and shattered. 

You looked up to see Drogo’s smirking face. “Is he responsible for this?!” You turned fiercely towards Daenerys who just nodded. “I’ll kill you!” You yelled as you went grabbed your spare knife. Until a harsh grip forced your arms to recede. You dropped the knife as you shakingly side glance Daenerys who was captivating you. “The hell do you think you’re doing?!" You screeched, increasing your upper body strength and attempting to released yourself

She added more pressure that you couldn’t resist to wince from. “I cannot allow you to escape or kill him.” She answered. You attempted to be released out from her grip as Drogo approached you. You panicked internally. 

Though you would never admit it: Drogo was always intimidating to you, which made you to separate yourself from him, until now at least.

Although his presence was menacing, you weren’t taking any chances. “Release me or I’ll cut your arms off with your kid.” You said threateningly. “Our husband will not allow you hurt me.” Daenerys replied when she shaken you away from her and into Drogo’s broad arms. “Your husband!” You corrected. His grip was sincerely unbreakable but you had to try. Daenerys approached her chair. “Viserys made you into such a fool to believe such delusions.” Daenerys stated coldly when she sat down.

Drogo presented you in the middle of her legs when he had put you to her knees. “I swear I’ll kill you both if it’s the last thing I’ll do!” You protested. Drogo spoke to Daenerys in dothraki that caused them both to laugh. “If you got something nasty to say, just say it!” You said while attempting to be released from his grip. “He says you should stop moving your body.” She replied. 

You rose a brow before realizing what she had meant. You wiggling had been grinding upon Drogo’s groinal area. You then became annoyed yet flustered that you hadn’t realize that before. “Release me! Just let me go.” You yelled as you felt tears formed.

You were saving yourself for someone who was worthy, not some remorseless killer taking it by force. Daenerys parted her legs while lifting her dress. “You’ve always excited my body, You’re ravishing. I have always dreamed of this very moment for many moons.” Daenerys confessed as Drogo lifted your dress. “No, no.” You repeated various times while attempting to turn and face Drogo, probably kill him before Daenerys nails dug into your jaw, forcing you to face her.

“Your fight is over.” She said, rather darkly. 

Tears escaped from your sadden eyes as those words bruised your honor, everything you grew up to be. Was your fight really over? You couldn’t move at all. Drogo has used a portion of your shredding clothing to hold your wrists behind your back. You heard a chuckle with an accent behind you. Next thing you knew, your naked body was bare to them both but you couldn’t react. 

You felt as if your world had just fallen before your eyes from such harshness from one you considered a friend. Drogo removed your garments, the last piece of clothing you had to offer. “You’re truly are beautiful.” Daenerys spoke in common tongue to you which made you avert her lustful gaze.

Drogo was behind you, your back was arched from your current position as your face was near Daenerys. You knew what was going to happen and what was roaming from their heads, it was going to be tragic because your body betrayed you, becoming hotter and wetter by the mere thought of being overwhelmed by the new dothrakian couple. 

You felt something hard grind near you. You winced, already knowing what It was. “My dear, are you ready to accept your place?” Daenerys asked, her expression was full of power and control. Your sulking face boosted her ego. You nodded, quivering from such touch when her hands travelled from your jaw to your scalp, engulfing a fist greatly and lowering you down to exploring her body.

Her cunt was dripping, glistening in the torch light as if this moment was the most exciting thing ever. You gagged and soon your lips found themself on her clit, biting and toying with the mound unskillfully. She mewled from such intrusion and bucked her hips closer to your tongue. You were very disturbed for this. You nearly forgotten about Drogo, until a harsh slap was met on your rear flesh, you flinched, accidentally lunging your tongue deeper through Daenerys clit. “You’re amazing.” She praised. 

Another slap was met on your rear again, much more harsher that caused you to wince in actual pain. His large hands spread your little cunt, that was also aroused from this scene. You could only imagine his size.

You clutched your teary eyes shut as Daenerys couldn’t stop worshipping you, lapping her mound that caused her thighs to jiggle. Drogo’s messy cock was already removed from his horse-haired pants, teasing your folds that caused you to groan. You had to hide the urges of pleasure, you refused to give away that you were enjoying this. He had slammed it in, with one powerful thrust. 

The pain wasn’t even imaginable anymore, your mouth escaped Daenerys’ throbbing clit, leaving a train of salvia mixed with her slick from your mouth. “P-please, it’s too bi-ngghh!” You protested then interrupted. Your voice drifted when your mind went blank, you couldn’t even process anything, his cock was intruding your fluttering, virgin walls. Daenerys smirked down at you then placing you back towards her cunt for her own pleasure. “Does she feel good, my sun and stars?” Daenerys asked her husband who nodded instantly, your body was enticing and perfect.

You were actually choking on Daenerys’ cunt, small groans escaped from your occupied lips that was distorted every time Drogo’s hips met your sore ones. His cock was too much, nothing you had ever known before, you could coils in your stomach as your orgasm approach in an instant. Drogo’s felt his approach also as he roughly continued to quickening his pace that caused your body to rock harshly with every thrust.

Daenerys was leaning back, she released many times on your tongue but the tension never ceased to decrease. More mewls escaped her with whimpers when she felt another coil enter her stomach. “Please don’t stop.” She begged almost with a hip roll. Her pale toes curled from the waves of bliss elating from her lower region. You felt a stinging behind you as Drogo continually smacked your ass harshly.

You could feel yourself going numb, you attempted to continue to pleasure the female who was presented to you. You lapped her walls as you felt Drogo’s girth go into Your cervix. You whimpered a muffled sob that allowed waves of vibration throughout Daenerys's body that allowed her to approach her orgasm rapidly.

Drogo moved himself to get a better angle, allowing his pace to go deeply within your womb. You felt yourself go slightly uncomfortable as you felt your orgasm approach. “I’m so close.” Daenerys muttered as Drogo continued to grunt through his gritted teeth. You felt tears brim your eyes as you felt Drogo’s shaft twitch within your clenched walls. You closed your eyes shut as your juices flood your puffy folds. You muffled moan along with Daenerys who arched her back, releasing her juices onto your tongue once more.

Drogo pushed your hips deeper onto his before spurting his semen within you. Daenerys finally allowed you to breath, lifting you up from your scalp, Your eyes were closed in exhaustion as your chin dribbled with salvia, tears and a mix of her orgasm splattered all of your face. 

A thin layer of sweat coated your body. Drogo pulled out of you, feeling his hot seed leak out of you, you collapsed on the horse furred-carpet with a grunt. You were too tired, weak and couldn’t even lift a muscle. Daenerys removed her grip from your scalp to your throat, forcing you again to meet her gaze. 

Those damn violet eyes, used to be so innocent.

She was the one to tut, with a smirk forming from he pretty small pink, plump lips. “We are far from finished, my dear.” She stated as she gave your cheek a light kiss. “We can’t risk the baby’s life,” Daenerys said, the way she said ‘baby’ made you grit your teeth in disgust. “Which is why Drogo will be taking pleasure with your body tonight,” She continued with a small smirk forming again at petrified expression.

A growl rumbled deeply from your bruised throat. “and as far as I know: he does last long.” She finished with a slight smirk. You felt tears form from the even thought. Drogo’s lips met your neck as he planted passionate love bites on your collarbone. “You really do look ravishing. This exact position suites your character,” Daenerys said as a dark glint flickered her eyes. 

You gritted your teeth before letting out a small yet weak gasp as Drogo bit down your skin harshly. “If you think you can get away with this, you’re dead wrong.” You threaten spitefully even though you couldn’t think as straight. Daenerys’ expression dropped slightly. “Oh?” She responded while Drogo’s hands played with your clit mound that you quivered from the overstimulation.

You couldn’t falter now. “I’ll make sure Viserys mpffh- kills you!” You threaten. Drogo’s hands were working miracles on you, causing you to not even stand by your point. “I see.” She smirked, leaning closer and soon her lips met you. She tasted herself from your tongue. Drogo leaned off of your neck so you and Daenerys could continue. Watching the two women dominate each other was excruciating, finding himself becoming more erected from the scene.

He smiled a bit before pushing himself within you, your cum-filled vagina. No preparation, just intrusion. You released your lips from Daenerys then you let out a painful moan, you could tell she didn’t care how hurt you were. She cupped your chin sharply with her nails, you felt more tears form when she pulled your lips back onto hers.

She enjoyed the feeling of her tongue being in your warm cavern. She furrowed her brows as her eyes were shut, Drogo felt you clenched your fluttering walls around his cock as your toes curled. The Khal thrusted himself, intruding inside you until he reached your cervix. You felt yourself go numb. 

You felt your mouth go dry as Daenerys continuously beaten you badly in dominance before she parted her mouth. “You’re so strong, Y/N. I admired you truly.” Daenerys admitted, savoring your taste. Drogo’s strength allowed your body to jolt within every thrust, the sound of your hips meeting was all that was heard.

Daenerys smirked at the way your body was reacting. “This is tempting.” She said. You had sent her a glare, a warning almost, until a harsh smack was met on your rear flesh. “No.” Drogo’s accented voice finally spoke. You obeyed instantly, refusing to meet Daenerys’ eyes.

She hummed in amusement by your obdience. “I cannot wait for you to give child,” Daenerys said with almost an sadistic smile. You gritted your teeth, covering yourself from the pleasure that Drogo was doing, his thrust was surely breaking something inside you. Drogo wanted to get some noise out of you, A hand clasped around your throat as his thrusts were even more rougher. Daenerys wiped some of the tears from your eyes as you moaned. “We will be such a lovely family.” She said as she kissed your sweat-coated forehead. 

Drogo then felt his orgasm approach, forcefully pushing his cock deeper within your walls and filled your womb more of his semen. You then collapsed again, praying that they were finally finished with your body. You grunted slightly as Daenerys played with your breasts. You laid there, vulnerable and defenseless.

You flinched when heard Dothraki fill your ears. “Drogo says that your body is better than mine which I agree with.” Daenerys said at your sore body. Daenerys squatted down at You. “My eclipse.” She muttered before allow you to rest which you had no problem doing.

After the pain-filled night: you’ve learned your lesson. You were quiet during the morning. You were riding next to Daenerys who was behind Drogo as he led the clan. You felt yourself finally submitted to their wrath. Daenerys side glanced you trom time to time but you couldn’t even look at her. Viserys was just murdered brutally by Drogo and Daenerys, his own blood, didn’t do anything.

You were staring down at your horse. You had no idea that Daenerys, someone as sweet and loveable like Daenerys could be so cruel. Tears brim your eyes as sadness took over your features. Viserys was the only hope you had of escaping but with him dead, you were truly stuck here, being used by the Khal and Khalessi for anything they see fit. 

For pleasure. 

For loveless pleasure. 

You could tell, you could feel in their eyes, their aura and their body language. They enjoyed watching you scream, they enjoyed you begging for mercy, and they enjoyed the sight of Your filled stomach. It was merely the beginning of this sick love that replaced passion.

He was the sun,

She was the moon,

and together, when they cross paths they make you, the eclipse.

A mixture of their souls whenever they intercepted:

the pattern of their lives.....

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ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ | ᴋ.ᴅʀᴏɢᴏ

this is still a gn reader but you're called khalessi cause why not

disclaimer: italics indicate dothraki language

Anger cannot describe what is roaming within the Great Khal’s mind. Blinded with rage was more sufficient. Drogo had given you everything, he even took the time to explained his feelings with words and translations without force. But clearly it wasn’t working.  

You must be taking his gratitude to a farther extent, a disrespectful extent.

He refuses his inner dothrakian ways, to find a better answer to help on his journey of winning your love, but you were taking him for granted.

Your place was with him.

When he was delivered the news from a handmaidens.

Laughing and having a good time with a weak ale in hand, Irri and other maidens ran over to him. “Khal Drogo!” The handmaidens repeated in the common tongue language that Drogo understood.

The laughing deceased into either lustful smirks or annoyed-filled glances as the maidens came over.

Drogo was visibly upset. “Do not bring me news of your pathetic whore lives.” said Drogo as he gritted his teeth while his brown/near black eyes were narrowed that showed annoyance of being bothered by commoners such as women.  

The women sound almost out of breath. “My Khal, the khalessi.” Irri said as she pointed towards the large tent that was holding your body hostage.

The horse lord tilted his head in confusion. His eyebrows raised as he got the message.

He stood up and ran over towards the tent. Flapping its entrance, his grip tightened into an irritated fist as his teeth gritted. You were nowhere to be seen on the carpet of wolf fur.

Irri and two other maidens followed. “Where is the khalessi!?” The large Khal yelled in frustration.

The maiden's faces shrieked back in fear. “The guards that were assigned to the Khalessi had been unconscious, my Khal,” One of the maidens answered.

Irri stepped forward. “We assume that the Khalessi headed north, the only way the Khalaser hadn't travelled yet.” She added.  

At first, he was boiling with rage.

The servants that were outside your tent failed to guard you?

Then hearing that you knocked ’em unconscious had given him thoughts of you fighting, not him, anybody else turned him on.

Smiling that you were smart enough to go north pleases him, however knew he needed you to return.

Wasting no time, the large Khal had stomped out of the tent before whistling for his horse. He heard quick hooves click upon the dirt.

Telling the men of the khalaser to saddle up.

If north where you went, north was where he was going. 

He swung his leg over his horse's saddle before forcefully pulling on its reigns. Chanting in Dothraki and soon he and his men of the khalaser had went north, leaving the women with their dues.

Irri walked behind the tent that the great Khal and Khalessi shared to find you with a leaf made bag. “Is the Khal gone?” you asked with a slight frown forming. Irri nodded with a smile.

You blinked as your lips curved into a smile. “Thank you, Irri. I am in your debt.” You spoke in a calming, reassuring way.

Irri nodded before putting a hand on her hips.  “The men including the Khal went north, you should go south. Pass the dothrakian sea.” Irri suggested as she pointed south.

You smiled as her suggestion. “South is where I am heading then. Irri, my loyalist helper. I will return it to you,” you said as you clutched her hands within yours. 

You heard a throat be cleared.  

You turned towards the voice to see Ser Jorah. “Jorah.” You bowed your head to respect his presence.

Jorah put a hand up to prevent any more formalities. You were far from it“The Khal is searching, for you.” Jorah said as he approached. “The khalessi leaving, this is opportunity.” Irri said, almost threatening the male when she defended you.

He nodded at the maiden before turning to you. “I assure you. I am aware of Khalessi’s intentions.” Jorah said with a stoic expression. “Will you and your horse guide me towards the narrow sea?” You asked with almost a pleading tone.

Jorah eyes scanned your body. You had bruises along with your face covered with a handprint. “I will.” Jorah answered before walking away. You turned your gaze towards Irri who smiled.

You both let out a relieved gasp as you embraced each other. “I will never forget you, Khalessi...” Irri said as tears brim from her brown eyes. You smiled at her statement.  

You both released each other as you wiped her tears. “I will always be here.” You said as you pointed towards her heart in the valley of her cleavage. Pointing to her heart She smiled before hugging you one last time. “Go. You must.” She spoke, pushing you away.

You were about to put up a protest before you heard Ser Jorah on his horse approach. You looked back at Irri, who had given a reassuring smile. “I know. You will set me free.” She worshipped.

You smiled before nodding as you ran towards Ser Jorah's horse. “My Khalessi.” Ser Jorah greeted as he pulled your palm as your leg swung over the horse.

You hummed in acknowledgment. “Soon, it will just be Y/N.” You answered the elder man as he flapped the horse reigns. Your hair blew in the wind as the horse had increased its speed. You looked back at the camp.

Seeing Irri's waving hand along with the other two maidens.  “The Khal returns!” One of the women yelled while running towards the you all.

You felt adrenaline fill your veins. “It appears the Khal returns with anger.” Jorah spoke as his body was turned towards the front of him, his horse passed through plains and grass.

You looked down at the ground with sadden eyes. “Are you certain that this is the decision you wish, Y/N?” Jorah continued. You furrowed your brows.

You came too far, but was this worth it?

Risking the lives of the handmaidens for honor?

You looked down at the tall grass as you passed by.

No.

They wanted to.

They had a choice and they made it to help you escape. “I am sure.” You reassured. You found yourself near the bank of the narrow sea. Both you and Jorah were dazed by the view.

You stared at the other side. Although, you would break your vow and become a rogue outsider. Winterfell was where you were going.

You looked down at the raft that was provided. You smiled at the sight.

You dismounted the horse by swinging your leg over its back. You landed with a grunt as your outfit had been slightly disheveled.

You wore a silver-like outfit that had been long to reach your feet as the sleeves were ripped. It was what separated you from the others in the tribe.

You were about to board the raft 'til you had heard horses' hooves and whinnying nearby. “Jorah?” You asked as you turned your head towards him.

Your feet had been ankles deep in the water. “Forgive me, Khalessi.” Jorah said he rode towards the sound of the horse's approach. You were confused.

Why did he apologize?

Your eyes widen as you heard Dothraki chants.  

You gritted your teeth as you made an exit towards the raft as you heard heavy footsteps.

Feeling fear within you had allowed you to begin crying. You attempted to get on the raft until you were in a rough embrace.

Feeling familiar arms around your neck and waist. You found yourself grinding as you attempted to be released.

You gritted your teeth as you turned your head slightly to see familiar blue paintings. You sighed in defeat as you already knew who it was. “Did you think you could escape?” asked Drogo as he tightened his grip around your body.

You grunted in discomfort from his iron grip. “You cannot escape.” He continued before laying a kiss on your cheek as you moved your face to the side.

He gritted his teeth before gripping your face. “I won’t let you leave me.” Drogo says before motioning towards the horse. “Get on.” He commanded in a husky voice in your ear that was too wayyyy deep and soothing enough to send waves of pleasure yet fear throughout your body.  

You hesitated due to fear consuming your clouded judgment. “Drogo, if you find the mercy to allow me to explain.” You said as he grabbed your wrist with boiling rage as he guided you to his horse. “You are far from explaining.” He huffed as he lifted you forcefully and roughly.

Drogo had kept his arms around your waist the entire time. You kept letting pleas and begs to attempt to ease his anger, but he had already gone over the limit.

You were silent for remaining. Your mouth quivered as tears brimmed in fear. You were too scared to speak to the raging Khal.

You gritted your teeth as Ser Jorah and his horse came to the side of Khal Drogo’s. Your gloomy eyes met the Ser Jorah's as he sighed at your gaze

Your grip loosens on Drogo’s waist as fear consumed you. But he let out a huff, swallowing your pride: you tighten your grip with closed eyes as your face was burrowed within his bare back muscles.

You kept saying pleas and begs for not having a punishment. 

But he was silent. Quieter than the narrow sea. You felt the horse stop.

Your eyes widened as you positioned yourself off his back and memorized the surroundings of the camp you attempted to escape.

Drogo went off the horse first before yanking you off with him. You grunted as your bare feet hit the ground. You searched your surroundings to see Irri staring at you with teary eyes. 

You yanked your gaze to the ground as your hand was clutched by Drogo who was leading towards your tent. You were too shameful.  

You failed to escape and almost risked the life of your loyalist steeds.

Drogo had pushed you inside the tent rather roughly. “I shall teach you, again, where your place is, moon of my life.” He said as you landed on the furry carpet and looked back at him with fear in your eyes.

All you saw was a devilish smile.

You couldn't help but cry. For your tears were the only thing that comforted you that night; and the very thought of that moment made you gag. You had a feeling, hope that you could finally be free; but drogo wasn't easily manipulated.

You never saw a glance of freedom; you were stuck with him. You were drawn to him. You fought your way towards the end where another wall awaits.

There was no escaping the Great Khal Drogo



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