RE: Khal and Khaleesi (Khal Drogo x Daenerys) LovelyDeadlyLadies and randomname98766789
Khal Drogo, the warlord of a Dothraki khalasar of forty thousand warriors, has arranged to marry Daenerys Targaryen. In return, Drogo would provide an army for Viserys Targaryen to reclaim the Iron Throne. It was a business transaction at the core. The Targaryen siblings were staying at Magister Illyrio Mopatis’ estate in the free city of Pentos. Days before the wedding, Drogo rode horseback to Illyrio’s estate. Without even dismounting his horse, Drogo remained silent and exited the estate without a word of approval or disapproval. They were married a few Dothraki warriors were killed during impromptu battles, which was commonplace for weddings.
Drogo’s gift to Daenerys was a beautiful white stallion. Still, they did not share a common language. It would take time for Dany to learn his language. The wedding proceedings had finished and the crowd was clearing out back into their village. On the shores of Pentos, the sun was setting. Drogo and Daenerys would consummate their marriage. In a sense, Drogo felt indifferent about the wedding. The warrior clearly did not care about love nor did he care about romance. He was a legendary warrior and have never been defeated in battle. For his khaleesi, Drogo desired the most beautiful and exotic woman. It seemed that was the case. Violet eyes, pale skin, long, pale, silver-gold hair with a slender frame and breasts that matched her body well, Drogo desired her body.
No other man would be allowed to touch his khaleesi. Their marriage would soon be consummated. Drogo had no intention for this to be a gentle affair. Without a word, he approached Daenerys and dropped a few items beside her on the beach. A couple lengths of rope, a white cloth, and a thick, black cloth. Without any form of communication between them, Drogo would not even bother to speak. Even if they shared a common language, he did not intend on speaking. Words took away from the physical act. Stopping behind the silver-haired woman, Khal wrapped his arms around the front of her body.
His large, calloused hands roughly gripped her breasts and squeezed them firmly. They were not huge, but they were shapely and fit his hands perfectly. The male began grounding his hips against her rear just to create friction. Her ass was perfect as well. It was plump and perky, just like Drogo enjoyed. The days of slaves and whores were over. An untouched, gorgeous woman was his to own, solely. Even though Daenerys had a special wedding dress, Drogo’s attire was his typical warrior
outfit. The male dropped his belt onto the ground, the metal clanging loudly. Suddenly, he pulled one of Dany’s arms behind her back followed by the other and began wrapping the rope around her wrists, weaving the rope in between her wrists, tying a tight knot on the top of her wrists. The rope was tight, biting into her unblemished skin. There was certainly no escape.