The Stark Khalessi (Arya/Drogo) (Game of Thrones)

E I G H T

Author's Note: For some reason this chapter was the hardest to write. Mainly, because I don't write much smut and I feel like my writing doesn't do much justice for that kind of writing.

But I did try my best at writing the scene out. So please tell me what you thought!? I would love to hear it (the only way I can improve is by being brave and taking your reviews to heart and use it to improve my overall story, but remember please be nice!)

Thanks, Woolley119. 

Warnings for chapter are as followed: underage, sex, nudity and crude language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. All rights go to George R. R. Martin does.

He seemed to be savoring what he took in - her small body, her brown hair laying curled down her shoulders, and her eyes dark grey as the sky after a god-teared day. Grey eyes stare full of fear and such loss, followed by acceptance and vengeance .

He blinked thinking  the moon of his stars would quickly fade into nothing. He saw her tremble - she was young and alone and it was her first. He would make her feel such pleasure and would touch and ravage her.

Yes she was small, but her body was screaming to be touched and pleasured and he was the only one who could accomplish such a feat. The Khal grabbed her by the arm pushing her onto the piles of blankets that made up their bed. The Dothraki didn't believe in how the common people lived across the poison water.

He saw fear then loss in her eyes, which quickly morphed into strength and the dominating need for vengeance. He understood vengeance quite well and he would be lying to himself if he said that it didn't turn him on as his cock lengthens and becomes so incredibly hard. Yet he didn't want to rush this even if every bone in his body was screaming to bed and to fuck her senseless like the rest of his Dothraki men.

He had begun to unravel his braid - giving his Khalessi time to prepare herself. It further surprised him when she had reached out and began to untangle his braid it was the first forward action he had seen from her. The both of them peered into one another and the tension in the room started to fade and formed into a heated need.

Arya lifted her hand from his hair beginning to be more forward placing it at the side of his cheek and trailing it down his neck and stopping her hand at his chest.

He's waiting for me, she thought as she looked up and saw him waiting patient as if the Dothraki knew the word "patient", but to her he seemed he did. And that meant a lot to her. She knew very little of 'sex' - she had been to young and adventurous always going off when her mother -Caitlyn Tully Stark, tried her hardest to tame and to talk to her about life and what her life would be like if she were to wed a Highborn and rule at his side. But all of that was simply tales that interested her sister more then her. It wasn't the life she saw for herself once upon a time.

"Yer zheanae. " (You're beautiful) She hears and feel his chest move beneath her hand. She could feel his hot breath upon her bare skin making goose chills appear over her Ivory skin.

"I don't know what to do." Arya confesses as she inferred that his statement was something to do with her immobile state to not move or dare in a forward action.

She was surprised as his thick and tantalizing lips crush into hers roughly. She had never kissed a boy let alone a full grown man - she wasn't sure if she was doing it right.

It wasn't the gentle kisses she saw between her mother and father - this one was only filled with need and lust. She opened her mouth in invitation and he quickly took advantage massaging her tongue with his making a soft and foreign moan escape from her lips.

She felt his hands trailing up her sides and stomach until one of his hands grabs one of her mounds of flesh rubbing them- kneading them until her head went back in pleasure. 

"Anni." (Mine) - he repeated the word each time she moaned out load for him. It made him feel strong and in control - he was the Khal the leader of his Khallasar. He wasn't weak - he was Khal Drogo - the Moon to her stars. Changing him with each moan escaping her plump and inviting lips.

He was still when his eyes followed her hand to the band of his pants trailing her little fingers between the leather ties that held what passed for pants together. Pulling the leather ties loose it seemed the cloth of leather went directly to the ground. Forgotten like the dirt below and everything else outside of their little reprieve. It was just them in this moment. 

He watched her eyes widen and his lips formed a grin, "No?" He spoke the only common word he knew in question - he could still see her shying away no matter how strong the little Khalessi acted.

Arya heard him over her own heartbeat. It was beating out of her chest - not knowing if she could take it any longer. Worrying at the thought of her heart beating out of her chest. She could feel his fingers brushing over herself, "No?" He questions and Arya smacks her lips onto his bringing him closer to her. "Yes" she shouts and moves into his body - as if his body was made and created only for her. She felt him underneath her the thick mount of flesh and she squared her eyes at how huge it was and it was her first time laying eyes on such manliness.

He watched her and he was amazed and proud of her already - right in-front of his very eyes his Khalessi was changing and not just him but his Khallasar by her mere presence. He watched as she had held herself - and how he watched as she clung to swords - and how she writhed underneath his touch. How she made sounds that were for his ears alone. He positioned his hand near her opening - rubbing it, teasing her as she let out a deep and wild moan.

"Anha zhilak yera norethaan." (I love you, completely). She heard him say - and she didn't need a translator as she opened her eyes wide as he thrusted  into her.