Howl || Closed

It was not the Dothraki way to try and conquer one of the Free Cities. For many seasons, for as long as the nomadic, feudal people had existed, they had kept to themselves and fought amongst themselves in the Great Grass Sea. But the omens from the Great Stallion had been deciphered and they had all pointed to a change—and a large one at that. United under the Great Khal, the Dothraki people had grown stronger and more numerous than ever. Their people flourished, children were born and length of lives extended. Trade had been going well when they had run across merchants from the free cities. Or, at least it had been until one of the traders slighted Khal Drogo himself. In any other circumstance, it would have been a grave mistake to for the man, but the Khal wished to have his wrong rectified tenfold. If the Khal had been a Beta, he may have just tortured the man to his death over the course of a few days, but he was an Alpha and a dangerous one at that.

The Khal, his bloodriders, and any fit fighter within his Khalasar had tracked the man across the Great Grass Sea to the Free City he had returned to. Regardless of whether or not the walled fortress was his home, the place would pay dearly. Khal Drogo would lay waste to the city as both compensation and as a warning — the Khal was not a man to be crossed under any circumstances.

Of course, the city gates had been closed off by the time all his men had loosely formed behind him and were close enough to attack. Just as Khal Drogo was about to cry out and beckon his men forward, to search for the weak point in the city walls to ravage and wreck it, he breathed in deeply and was set alight by the smells assaulting him. His eyes fluttered shut and his nostrils flared as a low growl of a noise rumbled in his chest—Omegas. He was basking in the scent of quite a few Omegas; a rarity, no, a delicacy amongst the Dothraki people. The scent of them was overwhelming. Pulling his eyes open and forcing himself to think clearly, he spared a glance to his bloodriders. They were scenting the Omegas of the city as well, as they too were Alphas.

“Perhaps the city should not be destroyed just yet,” Khal Drogo spoke low enough so that only his closest and most trusted men could hear. “If they do not give us what we want, we can tear the city apart and take them instead.” A grim sort of grin curled the Khal’s lips, his hand resting on the handle of the arakh at his side. His men nodded their agreement, similar expressions on their features, before the Khal turned and spurred his horse closer to the gates.

“Either you will listen to our demands, give me what is worthy of a Khal, or your city will burn,” he called to a few of the guards at the gate, knowing they more than likely did not speak a word of Dothraki. “Bring me a translator or face me. I will have what I want either way.”

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The air in the room felt thicker than it ever had, hotter than it ever had, and the normal perfumed incense was not smoldering away in its holders. The dying daylight was filtering into the room through red, gauzy fabric. A selection of exotic and domestic fruits, cheeses, and wines lined a table in front of a cushioned couch at one end of the room. On the other end, an untouched, freshly made canopy bed awaited a warm body or two to muss it. A woman sat on one of the tufted couches, her back ramrod straight, her expression tense, her brow furrowed slightly, and a bead of sweat glistening as it slithered its way down her temple to disappear under her jaw.

It was not a normal occurrence for Astris to feel nervous about doing her work. She had been a whore for a long time, had been at Littlefinger’s brothel for almost the same amount of time. Seduction and sex came easy to her. Encounters with Alphas and Betas alike had never intimidated her before, not even an Alpha in a rut could not sway or scare her. Astris was requested for her conversation just as much as her body and what she could do with it. She was well-learned, eloquent, and the epitome of the word courtesan. She was normally dripping in fine silks and even finer jewelry, but today she was also dripping with sweat. This was merely beginning of her heat and she could tell this one had the makings of being the worst one she’d had in years. How ironic was it that a prostitute feared what she was paid to do, but there was no swaying Baelish. Instead of allowing her to wait her heat out in the comforts of her quarters, as he normally did, she was being sold — whether it was to someone for the entire duration of it or multiple clients, she didn’t know.

The very animalistic nature of her heat was what made it valuable, or so Baelish had explained to her. She would have very little control of her actions and her mind would only be on literally riding out her heat with whoever was going to walk through that door. Astris felt both nervous and anxious, in ways that she had not felt in years, and inexperienced in a way that made her angry. No matter what, she always maintained control, even when it seemed she was giving it up.

Her hands clenched into tight fists in her lap as she grit her teeth together hard. A particularly painful cramp was twisting away at her lower abdomen and she bowed forward slightly as much as she could in her stays. She was blaming the influx of Alphas in the brothel over the past few weeks for this heat, their scents lingered in the rooms far after they had gone, taunting her more primal instincts into revealing themselves. It was far too early in her heat for it to feel this way and it scared her. How all the Alphas on the Street of Silk, let alone all of Kings Landing, had not scented her out by now was miraculous. A quiet noise of relief left her parted, plush lips as the cramp finally resided and she righted herself once more. Tears of desperation had gathered in the corners of her eyes as she shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs together tightly to find any sort of friction that she could. It was now that she was convinced she had done something to upset Baelish — waiting like this without any form of release was the highest form of torture for an Omega in heat.

{i've written this post and rewritten it like four times now. fml}

Anya could not even begin to describe the overwhelming feeling that twisted in her gut when she caught wind of the Dothraki horde that was approaching. It was something akin to knowing and accepting her fate all at once. Her handmaiden had told him with a shaky, tear filled exclamation that there was a war party approaching. Not only a war party but a Dothraki one at that. Her city was strong but she knew that no Free City would be strong enough to resist a Dothraki horde, led by an angry alpha. She didn't know why the alpha was attacking but the moment she'd heard of the approaching warriors, Anya knew there was only one way that it could end.

She took her handmaiden's hand and pulled her through the hallways of the castle, locking her chambers the moment they were inside. She had to ready herself for the Khal, because why else would an alpha attack a free city? He wanted an omega. That was the only thing running through her mind and as the only unclaimed omega of royalty... she didn't have to be smart to know that she would be offered, to keep the city safe. The Dothraki would attack if they demands weren't met... and she could only hope they did have demands.

Anya readied herself in a one-shouldered gown that had gold detailing along the neckline and a belt around her waist. It hugged her curves in a way she was sure that an alpha would pine over. "Erri," she breathed her handmaiden's name, tears welling in her eyes as she let the girl braid her hair. Neither of them knew much about the Dothraki but it was known they liked braids so Anya was focused on making herself presentable. She didn't think that her dress would be too appeasing because it had gems that weren't something a Khal would care for. Or so she thought - they wore furs and little else. Nothing of color so she hoped the dress that she had picked out was enough to... Anya didn't even know. If a Khal wanted her, he would have her.

"Perhaps they will allow me to accompany you," Erri began, running her tongue over her bottom lip. "I know their tongue."

Anya had heard stories of Khals brutalizing their queens, of treating them like nothing more than a slave. There were horror stories that girls whispered in forbidden conversations; of how their queens were shared between the Khal and his closest men. Of how they were forced to walk behind their Khal, like nothing more than one of the commoners. The thought was enough to churn her stomach.

"Are they really as... brutal as the stories?" Before her handmaiden could answer, there was a knock at the door startled both Anya and Erri. The pair shared a look before Anya stood, wiping at her eyes before she started for the door. On the other side stood her father's hand, looking uneasy as Anya's eyes locked on his.

"Your presence is requested in the Throne Room."

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Jamie was an alpha that didn't care one way or another about what others thought of him. As his father had drilled into them - the alpha did not concern themselves with the opinion of sheep. If there was one thing that his father had taught him, that was right, it was that. He came from a long line of alphas that knew how to put themselves in a position of power. Smirking at the thought as he made his way through the streets of King's Landing. He couldn't help the way that his mind shifted when a scent washed over him in violent waves, his head snapping to the side. Of course. He stood in front of one of the most well known brothels, owned by Petyr Baelish. A well respected beta.

But there was something more to the scent than he had been prepared for. His mouth went dry as he straightened, turning swiftly toward the entrance. It was no secret, an omega in the beginnings of a heat attracted alphas from miles away. The scent was intermingled with a scent he knew well enough. It belonged to an omega that he'd seen a time or two before but Gods, her scent mixed with the beginnings of her heat was enough to make him go crazy.

Jaime knew how the brothel worked, omegas quarters were well protected. To mask their scents, to keep them safe from unwanted guests so the fact that he could smell her so strongly intrigued him enough to sidetrack him from his current mission.

"Ah, if it isn't my second favourite Lannister," Petry appeared, a cheshire cat grin stretching across his features.

Jamie raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side as he inhaled. "Who is that?" He questioned, taking another step forward. He already thought that he knew the answer. She would be his by the end of the night - there was never going to be a day that Petry Baelish denied a Lannister.

[It’s so good though! ]

Khal Drogo was not surprised when the gates of the city cracked open a few minutes after he’d demanded to speak with their translator. While the Dothraki were known for many things, it was their ruthlessness in battle that they were most known for. Every single one of his men were worth ten of the men in the Free Cities. When it came to battle upon land, the Dothraki were unmatched. Drogo’s gaze followed the three men that rode on horseback to meet him and two of his bloodriders. The smell of the Omegas of the city were washing over him in earnest, clouding his mind toward the war he wanted to wage and directing it toward a battle of a different kind.

The three men on horseback stopped in front of the Khal and he straightened up a bit in his saddle, nearly staring down his nose at the men of the Free City. One of the men began speaking to another one of them and Khal Drogo turned his gaze to them, eyes narrowing slightly as his stallion shifted beneath him.

“State what you want,” one of the men spoke to the Khal directly and the Alpha turned his gaze to the man, who looked to shrink under his attention. “And we will eagerly meet your demands.” The Khal shot a sidelong look toward Haggo, one of his bloodriders, before a grim sort of smirk curled his lips.

“I will speak with the khal of this city, no one else,” Khal Drogo told him, watching the translator shift a bit under his stare. It was apparent the man was a beta and could be easily intimidated by any man of power, let alone the Great Khal. The translator turned from him to speak with another one of the men, who looked a bit stymied by what the Khal was saying. However, he gave a terse sort of nod before the man turned his horse and started back toward the gate.

“Follow us, khal. We will give you audience with our king,” the translator said before turning his horse and following behind the other men.

“Haggo, ride with me. The rest of you stay with our men. If they dare try to fight, tear them to pieces,” Khal Drogo spoke to his bloodriders under his breath before spurring his horse forward to follow after the men, Haggo at his side.

The ride through the streets of the city was a quiet one. It seemed the inhabitants had all holed up into the buildings—a laughable notion to the Khal, as if a mere building could stop the force of his men. As his horses approached the large building he assumed the royalty of this city stayed, he appraised it, wondering what other wares they could afford him should he demand it. It seemed well-off enough, perhaps he could take more than just a few of their Omegas. The scents that had taunted him earlier all but beckoned his more animal instincts to act now. How many Omegas did this city hold? Khal Drogo looked forward to finding out.

The Khal and Drogo were quickly ushered through the courtyard, their horses posted, and led into the castle to meet with the ruler. Drogo paid little attention to the building he was walking through, only the men who were leading him through it. It would be foolish for them to try and turn on him, but he did not trust them at all. So, his hand stayed perched on the handle of his Arakh and his focus stayed on their own swords, as if at any moment they could be drawn. Once they reached what Drogo would assume was where their king was, he drew himself up to his full height before striding into the room. The Khal was a sight to see, in his fur loincloth, horsehide bottom, and bare-chest amongst a room full of men in expensive, delicate fabrics.

“The king wishes to hear your demands,” The translator started as the Khal strode across the carpeted floor toward where their king sat upon a throne. Khal Drogo stopped a fair distance away from the man, staring him down for a moment or two before he spoke.

“I will have the city's Omegas brought before me for the choosing. I will have twenty of your horses and whichever Omegas I choose for myself and my men,” he spoke, his voice low, though unyielding. He wanted to let them know that he was an Alpha and he would not settle for anything less than his demands. The king was translated Khal Drogo’s words, presumably, before the ruler turned to another man, murmuring something, and the other man quickly left the room. The Khal leveled the king with a stare, waiting to hear some sort of confirmation that his demands would be met.

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Astris stood hastily from the couch, a shaky sigh leaving her lips as she flattened out the skirts of her dress. The wine-colored silks and chiffons hissed across the black-and-white tiled floors as she stepped over to a wash basin in the room and dipped a cotton rag into the water. The woman lifted the fabric from the water and pressed it against the back of her neck, a soft noise of relief leaving her at the cool cotton pressing against her skin. It eased a bit of the burn on her skin, but only brought attention to the feel of her cheeks burning. Dabbing at her décolletage with the rag, the slipped from her fingertips as the scent of an Alpha burned at her sense and caused her insides to cramp and clench suddenly; freshly oiled leather, burning coals, and the sharp tinge of cold metal.

The woman braced her hands on the table, astride the washbasin, as her body bowed forward, seeking comfort from the ache in her midsection. Her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth grit together, the scent only drawing nearer as her instincts told her to find that Alpha and to have them make her theirs. Astris’ lips trembled slightly as her knees nearly gave way beneath her. She gathered her wits about her and pushed away from the table to peer out the window through the thin fabric that separated her from the outside world. Her gaze caught sight of a man with blonde hair and a sword at his side and her eyes fluttered shut—Jaime Lannister, she should have known.

Pushing away from the window, she made her way over to the table with the wine. She grabbed a carafe of Dornish red and poured herself a hefty serving into a crystal goblet. Tipping it back quickly, the wine sated her thirst, but only just slightly. Astris could feel her body reacting to having an Alpha so near, especially one that smelled so…delectable to her. Her mind floated between images of him pressed between her thighs, his body over hers, his skin pressed against her skin. A fresh flush blossomed across her cheeks and her chest, and her chest heaved slightly as she was sure at that thought her scent had amplified.

Astris was quick to refill her wine, letting out another shaky breath of air and tugged at the low neckline of her gown, desperate to feel fresh air upon her fevered skin instead of the soft brush of silk. Sipping at instead of draining the wine, she pondered briefly what if she spent the duration of her heat with the elder Lannister son. Her tongue wet her lips at the thought as her lips tilted upwards slightly at the corners and her insides gave another twinge of want and need.

Anya was sure that her fear was obvious. Even if she had tried to hide it as best as she could, an experienced alpha would be able to pick up on the fear that had settled in her scent. She held her head high though, despite her nerves. She didn't want to shame her people or have them concerned about her. Her leaving them in such a situation would be enough to concern them; she didn't want to make this any worse for them.

She was terrified but she had a duty to her people.

Swallowing around the lump that had formed in her throat as she stepped through the side entrance into the throne room. Anya dropped her gaze almost immediately, not wanting the Khal to feel challenged. Her stomach twisted into a firm knot as she came to a stop in front of where her father sat. She didn't even think to look back at him, instead she faced the Khal.

Anya may not have known what this was about for certain but she was a smart girl. The Khal was an alpha and a powerful one at that, his scent was nearly knocking her off of her feet. It was all leather, spices, and there was a hint of what could only be described as the Great Grass Seas that the Khal ruled over. Her lips parted, only allowing herself to take comfort in Erri as the girl stepped up behind her.

"If.. If he chooses me, tell him that I have one request..." Anya started, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue. "That you are able to accompany me.. and that you are unharmed."

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"Well, Astris, of course. I rarely offer omegas while they are in heat but... it's a profitable side of the business. I still won't allow it very often but... she does smell quite delicious. If she wouldn't go for such a high price, I would claim her as my own," Petyr commented. He tilted his head to the side, his attention turning toward the woman of their entertainment. Petyr jolted when Jaime's hand wrapped around his bicep, painfully tight as the alpha leaned in closer.

"She is mine. No one else will have her during her heat, hm?" Jaime snapped as he raised an eyebrow. He gaze a squeeze of Petyr's arm before letting it go suddenly. He produced a few gold coins, shoving them into Petyr's chest wordlessly before he spun on his heel.

Jaime had slept with Astris before, they didn't need any introduction. Swallowing thickly as he stepped into the curtained off area, Jaime's eyes locked on her's. The closer that he was to her, the more intense her scent was. The more that he stood there, the more that he needed to claim Astris as his.

He let out a low growl as his hands moved to the belt around his waist. Jaime undid the buckle that held his knife to his side, quick to set it down on the chair in the corner. "Present," Jaime spoke, a bit of command leaking into his voice. He kicked off his boots, palming himself through his pants. "Now."

The Khal spent his time waiting, pacing anxiously along the length of the throne room, like an anxious beast. Truth be told, the heavy scent of Omegas weighed heavily in the air, driving the animal instincts that simmered just beneath the surface forward. Patience was not something the Khal was known for, but with how sweet the smell of Omegas filled his senses, he would allow these people the time they needed. It was not every day a man set out to conquer a city only to find something much better than conquest waiting for him.

Suddenly, the scent of an Omega so strong nearly knocked him off of his feet—a feeling that was quite foreign to him. Khal Drogo’s gaze followed the woman in a one-shouldered gown that hugged her curves nicely as she entered the room. It was her. His gaze narrowed as it swept her over a few times, taking her in slowly. She was the one that he wanted, regardless of whoever she was. He could tell by the finery she was clothed it, it meant she was either a noble or royalty.

He stepped closer to her, stalking toward her much like a predator towards its prey. A crooked sort of grin curled his lips as he stopped before her, his gaze leveled on hers as he stopped a little less than an arm’s length away. Slowly, he leaned forward, bending at the waist to take in her scent up close. It was self-indulgent, teasing himself like this and taking in that tinge of fear that had worked its way into her scent. A low, humming growl of a noise rumbled in his chest as he pulled away, eyes lighting up as they flickered over her form once more.

“This one is mine,” he said, stepping away from her, though the primal side of him was screaming to just take her right there. He leveled his gaze on the translator, expression going serious once more. “My men will take who they want and we will go.” His bloodriders took their time in selecting who they wanted to take until a woman off to the side of the room began to speak to him.

“Khal Drogo,” she began, bowing low before the Dothraki male. His gaze swooped from his Omega to the woman, brow furrowing as he regarded her. “My lady requests that if you choose her, that I will accompany her to translate and that I remain untouched.” The Khal studied the woman before turning to the Omega that had enticed him into the city. Though he did not like it, he knew that the woman having her own translator would prove useful. He would not have to worry about finding a slave that spoke the common tongue. He offered her a short nod before his gaze turned toward the Free City’s leader, as if waiting for the King to deny him.

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Astris could hear the low rumble of men’s voices not far from her room and she busied herself with the particular flavor of the wine she was sipping. Suddenly, she heard footsteps heading toward where she was and her heart began beating hard in her chest, sweat dripping down the back of her neck. Her eyes shot over to the doorway, lust washing over her in waves at the sight of the Alpha that had come to her room. Absently, she placed her wine off to the side, regarding the Lannister slowly.

She almost fell to her knees at the tone of voice he was using, but managed to stay upright. Her pupils expanded wide, the black almost encompassing the blue as she spoke. “Oh my, it seems they’ve let a hungry lion into my room. What ever shall I do?” She murmured, lips pulling up wryly at the corner. She pulled at the ties of her gown, loosening it up enough that it fell clear off her shoulders, down her arms, to a crimson pile on the floor. Her stays followed next, nimble fingers working at the ties to loosen the undergarment enough so that she could slip them off until she was left in just a semi-sheer shift. Soon enough, she quickly shed the layers of clothing she wore until she was left bare.

The woman strode toward him, pressing her naked body flush against his and shuddering a bit at the contact and just how sensitive her skin felt. “Can I not be on my hands and knees this time? Gods know how much I enjoy the look in your eyes when you come undone,” she purred, fingertips pulling at the ties of his jerkin as her nose slid against the scent glands along the side of his neck. She wanted to bathe in his smell, to ward any other Alphas away. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body on fire with how close she was to easing her pain.

A quiet whine of a noise left her as she managed to pull herself away from him, the Omega in her forcing her to concede to what he requested. The woman slunk her way over to the bed, resting on her hands and knees upon the mattress. She squirmed a bit as she rubbed her thighs together, desperate for any kind of contact the longer the smell of Jaime Lannister lingered close. “Please, Ser Jaime,” she breathed, glancing over her shoulder at him, “hurry.”

Anya's breathe caught in the back of her throat as the Khal approached her. Her body was beginning to ache with the intensity of the khal's scent. She had gone into heat before but she'd always been comforted by her servants as best as they could. Her father had been intent on keeping her pure until she was to be given to an alpha. An omega that had been mated before was worth nothing. No alliances and certainly no safety for their city.

Her eyes locked on his, she couldn't help herself. Already an apology was on her lips but she realized her words would mean nothing to him. She was positive that the Khal didn't know her tongue. Swallowing around the lump that had formed in her throat, the hair on her arms and the back of her neck raised as the Khal leaned closer to her. Her lips parted and she let out a nearly inaudible whimper. Anya was terrified, that was no secret, but submitting to an alpha was in her blood. To an alpha like the Khal? It was so much more. He would be everything that an omega would need... would want from an alpha. So long as he treated her kindly, unless he turned out to be one of the demons that she'd heard tale of.

Anya's movements matched Drogo's as he straightened. She glanced toward Erri, brows pulling together. He'd spoken but she was clueless. The only answer she knew was the tiniest nod of Erri's head. Anya had been chosen. Biting down on her lip, she stood with baited breathe as the selections began.

Erri had finished speaking to Drogo, rushing to Anya's side the moment that the man agreed to let her accompany them. Her lips pursed, not sure of the words she wanted to say. "K-Khal," she started with the only word she thought might mean something. His men had said it several times in regard to him as had Erri. It was either his title or his name, but she hoped that if she showed a willingness, an attempt to appease him... that Drogo might be a bit kinder to her.

"May I.. should I gather some belongings? Not much, just.. some furs, a few familial items," Anya spoke, keeping her voice soft, as pleasant as she knew how to. Anya didn't know if Drogo would even allow her to grab anything but she was hopeful. She didn't know if she would ever be allowed to return here or if she would return in time to see her family. "I can carry them."

Anya couldn't bring herself to look back at her parents; she knew how hard it was to watch her leave. But there wasn't a choice to be made. Anya had to go, had to protect her parents and her people.

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"I don't know what your plans are but," Jaime started, his eyes darkening as he eyed Astris. She started to undress and his own movements slowed, mesmerized by the picture that played out in front of him. An omega in heat was getting ready to present herself to him and that was enough to cause a low growl to rumble in his throat. "But I plan to feast on a pretty, little omega," his words were dark as he stepped forward to meet Astris.

"But you look so pretty when you present for me, omega," Jaime's words came out in a growl, lifting his hands enough for her to pull his jerkin over his head. He tilted his head to the side, allowing Astris a moment to scent him. She was desperate and the longer that they took to bed, the more desperate that he could feel himself becoming. Astris wasn't his omega but it didn't feel strange to refer to her as such. Jaime couldn't place why but for that matter, he didn't really care at the moment.

Pushing his pants down his legs, Jaime was quick to step out of them and move over to Astris. He gave his cock a few pumps with his hands. "What is it that you want, omega?" Jaime teased, brushing the fingertips of his other hand against her folds. Pressing a finger into her, Jaime let out a groan. "Already so wet for me," he said, quick to replace his fingers with the tip of his cock. He licked his hand clean, groaning as her scent enveloped all of his senses.

Jaime wasted no time as he pressed into Astris, his head dropping as his hands moved to grip her hips. He kept her in place as he began to fuck her.

The little Omega that the Khal had chosen for himself was going to start clouding his judgement the longer he had to remain in the room with her. Though he knew it’d be rare for anyone to dare try and stop him from doing what he wanted. If he wanted a whore, he’d take a whore. If he’d wanted to fight, he’d find someone and fight them. When the king said nothing against his decision, he gave his men a nod before preparing to leave the throne room.

That was before his little Omega said his title and he turned to look at her. His gaze narrowed slightly as she spoke, eyeing her for a few moments before turning expectantly to the translator that had led them into the building to begin with. The man started to translate what the girl had asked of him and he turned to look back at her. Once again, his eyes swept over her, as if debating with himself on allowing her this request.

“Tell her that she must grab only what she can carry. We will not burden the horses with more than that. If she takes too long to grab her things, we will burn the city to the ground regardless,” the Khal said, shooting the Omega a look before turning and striding from the room. His bloodriders and their chosen omegas followed in line behind him as he made his way back to the courtyard in which their horses were kept. It was a harsh call, telling the king that his sacrifice may be wasted should the Omega prove too slow for Drogo’s liking.

It was easier to ensure the Khal and his khalasar left the city and returned to their camp as soon as possible. The sooner they were there, the sooner he and his most trusted men would be able to indulge in their Omegas. If Drogo’s self-control was waning, he was certain that his men’s was dwindling as well. While the Dothraki were a very open people, claiming their women out in the open when they saw fit, his Omega was precisely that his. No other man—Alpha, Beta, or Omega—would be fit to lay eyes on what he had claimed.

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Jaime’s words sent a shudder right through Astris and the growl—a stab of want and lust so hot that tore through her, her eyes nearly rolled. She was quickly realizing this was very different than the few other times they had been in each other’s company. Prior times, when she had not been in estrus, they had spoken getting to the good part. They’d sat close on the cushioned couches, drank wine, proved their wit, and eased into what he actually paid for. If there was anything Littlefinger had taught her, it was to let the men believe that they’ve won her over; that despite the exchange of money for the promise of flesh, you truly craved it.

While Astris truly craved this, she couldn’t remember a time where a man just barged into her quarters and demanded she presented herself either. Those men had not been an Alpha like Jaime Lannister. She could smell him getting closer, feel the heat that his body gave off as he neared her, if the dip in the bed wasn’t indication enough. His hand against the most sensitive part of her had her thighs shaking with anticipation. “I-I want you to—” The air left her in a rush as he pressed a finger into her and her eyes fluttered shut. Her back bowed on instinct as she felt the blunt head of his cock replacing his finger, her brow furrowing as she knew pain she was in would soon come to an end.

A sharp whine left her as he finally pressed inside, her body pressing back against his. When his hands went to her hips and he finally started to move, she rocked back into his thrusts, soft noises leaving her. She couldn’t help but to feel like this was what she was meant for, that being on her knees for an Alpha to take her. “Fuck me, Alpha,” she breathed out, reaching behind her to place her hand atop his, gripping it more firmly to her waist.

{I... just kept writing.. I am sorry }

Anya shrunk under Drogo's gaze. She wanted to make herself smaller because despite knowing that he was going to claim her shortly, she was afraid of him. He could have been the nicest person ever but his formidable size would make her weary. She certainly didn't want to be afraid of someone she would soon call alpha, she just hoped Drogo would understand. Either that or he was just not going to care at all. He was going to take what was his, regardless of what anyone else thought.

His rough voice sent a chill down her spine, one that she couldn't quite shake. Anya was torn. She wanted to be close to Drogo, she could sense his strength. She wanted to be claimed by him but at the same time, it was something she couldn't help but be afraid of. Anya had never laid with someone before, she'd never even been naked in front of anyone other than her handmaiden. She was inexperienced, wouldn't the Khal want someone who knew what she was doing? She wasn't about to question him though, it wasn't her place to question him. Her place was to do as she was told, to appease Drogo in any way that she could.

She gave the tiniest nod of her head when Drogo turned to leave, doing so herself. Anya's gaze flicked to her parents and she swallowed, tears welling in her eyes. This was going to be the hardest part. If she had gone to a another one of the Free Cities, she was sure she would see them every so often but now, she wasn't so sure. Would Drogo even care to let her visit them ever? It wasn't often the Dothraki came this far so she was sure something must have sparked it.

Gathering her skirt, Anya started all but running toward her room. Erri had whispered Drogo's threat to her and that was all she needed to light a fire under her. She told Erri to gather anything she wanted, disappearing into her chambers. Anya grabbed a bag, shoving her sandals inside. She skimmed the dresses in her wardrobe but she decided against packing any of them, almost sure that Drogo wouldn't care for her dresses. Exhaling, Anya folded her personal furs as small as she could, stuffing that into her bag as well.

Anya was quick to rush out of her chambers, coming to a stop when she approached the castle's entrance. Her parents stood side by side. Her father looked torn and her mother was openly crying. This hadn't been what any of them were anticipating. It wasn't until she saw them that her tears started, sniffling as she came to a stop in front of them.

Her father frowned, reaching out to cup her cheek. "I am so sorry." He was keeping his emotions in check a bit more than her mother.

Her mother offered a sad smile as she reached up, unclasping the necklace that hung around her neck. "This necklace was given to me by your father on our wedding day. It has things that make up both of our scents inside of it. We will always be with you," her mother spoke through her tears. She reached forward, doing up the necklace around Anya's neck.

Erri joined them a moment later, clearing her throat to announce her arrival. "We should go, m'lady. We don't.. we don't want to keep the Khal waiting any longer."

Anya gave a nod of her head, stepping forward to hug her parents tightly before the pair of omegas stepping through the entrance of the palace. Anya sniffled, reaching up to wipe away her tears. She didn't want to upset Drogo by crying as she moved to meet him in the center of the courtyard.

---

Jaime knew that this wasn't typical for the times that he had spent with Astris. Usually they took their time easing into it but he didn't think that was what either of them wanted. He was sure that Astris was in too much pain to care about going back and forth with their wit. Too much pain to care about anything other than the relief that Jaime could offer. And being so close to an omega in heat, even Jaime wasn't going to be able to control himself for too long.

"You feel so good, little omega," Jaime breathed the words. He reached forward, his fingers wrapping around Astris' throat. He brought her body up, pressing her back flush against his chest. He smirked, nipping his teeth against the scent glands at the base of her neck. He was desperate to have more of Astris, more of her scent enveloping every part of his body.

Jaime's movements were rough even from the beginning, his animalistic senses taking over everything that he was doing. "Say it," he growled the words, giving a hard thrust of his hips with each word that he spoke. "Call me alpha again. Now," he growled the words. In the back of his mind, he knew that he was straying a bit far from the standards that he had set for himself but at the moment, he couldn't bring himself to sare. Astris wrapped around his cock, feeding into the pleasure was the only thing running through his mind at the moment.

Drogo could find his way out to the courtyard easily enough, his men following behind him wordlessly. He was pleased to find that none of the people had messed with his stallion or any of his men’s horses. The other Omegas seemed to be coping well with having to leave the life they’ve known—of course, Drogo didn’t pay much attention to the few that were quietly crying. It wasn’t any of his concern. These people housed a man who had done him wrong and this was the consequence they must face.

Just when he thought he was about to hop onto his stallion, patience wearing thin, he noticed the parents of the Omega he’d chosen joining them in the courtyard. He stared at them for a few fleeting moments before turning away, checking the saddle of his horse to ensure it would be able to withstand both the weight of him and his Omega. No Omega of his would have to walk, especially not with how far they had to go to get back to their camp.

Finally, the scent of the woman he’d chosen filled his senses and he turned to watch as she entered the courtyard and walked over to her parents. The Khal straightened up a bit as he watched the exchange for a few moments longer before turning away. He expected the woman he was allowing her to travel with to walk the journey to their camp, so he hoped—for her sake—she did not bring too much to weigh herself down. He would not wait for her, should she grow weak and be unable to continue forward.

Drogo looked up as the Omega stepped toward him, nostrils flaring slightly. He could pick up on the sadness through her scent, just as he could smell her fear earlier. Stepping toward her, he reached out and cupped her chin in his hand. Drogo stared down at her with a hard look in his eyes, swiping his thumb over her cheek to gather a bit of the moisture on his skin. “No,” he spoke in her tongue, letting his eyes trail over her features before pulling away from her and stepping over to his horse. He stopped by the horse, taking the reins in hand and turned to her, watching her expectantly.

---

Astris could feel heat flashing across her skin with every drive of Jaime’s hips, though it soothed a bit of the fever caused by her heat. Her lower half was no longer cramping, as if it was soothed now that she had an Alpha thrusting into her. She knew this was going to be far better than any other time she’d be bought, any other time that at a man had taken her to bed. Part of it excited her, but part of it frightened her.

A soft moan left her at his words, fighting to get air back into her lungs. His distinct, overpowering scent of leather, coals, and metal was filling her senses, driving her to forget the part of her that typically remained in control and to act on her baser needs. The feel of his hand wrapping around her throat and his muscular form pressed up against hers was enough to nearly drive her over the end. A sharp shiver wracked her spine as his teeth found the scent glands at her neck, a sharp, breathless sort of noise passing through her lips as she arched closer to him.

Her hips rocked back to meet each of his thrusts, heat forming in the pit of her stomach as he seemed to be striking a certain part inside of her that set her body alight. “Fuck,” was all Astris could get out, breathless, whining moans being pushed out of her with ever hard thrust of his hips. “Alpha,” Astris finally got her wits about her to speak, the pleasure he was bringing her restricting her capacity to think outside of obeying. It became a chant of her breathing out the word ‘Alpha’, the heat coiling within her even more at the brutal pace he’d set.

Anya's shoulders pulled up, curling inward as Drogo stepped toward her. She closed her eyes tightly, willing away the tears that had still lingered in the corner of her eyes. She had to be strong, she couldn't be weak. Not in front of the Dothraki. She wasn't foolish, they were a strong people. She had to at least show that she was brave, despite her fear. Her eyes opened and they locked with Drogo's.

Her lips parted as Drogo cupped her cheek. Her fingers twitched in response, instinct leading her to reach up to touch his hand. Her fingers hovered in the air before she dropped her hand back to her side. She didn't know what was and wasn't acceptable, for the Dothraki. Would Drogo ever show her affection with others around or would that be reserved for only when they were alone? Her brows pulled together as Drogo spoke, realizing belatedly that she'd still been crying.

"Yes, alpha," she whispered, giving a hurried nod of her head. Anya shifted her weight from one side to the other, biting back a whine when Drogo moved away from her. She wanted to move closer to him again. As afraid of everything as she was, Drogo felt safe. Like he was protection, like she couldn't be safer with anyone else.

Anya wanted to talk to Drogo, she had so many questions but she was far too shy. She would either have to wait until she knew his tongue or have that conversation with Erri translating between the pair.

She frowned as she watched Drogo return to his horse, unsure of what he wanted from her. Anya wanted to ask, she didn't want to risk upsetting him. if Drogo was her alpha, she needed to do anything she could to please him. Anything she could to keep him happy. That was her job as an omega. Anya drew in a deep breathe, adjusting the bag on her back before she stepped toward Drogo. Anya inhaled sharply when Drogo lifted her onto his horse, quickly moving her bag in front of her so that she could hold it to her chest.

Anya wondered if it was foolish but she didn't resist melting into Drogo's chest when he swung up behind her. She swallowed, hesitating before she reached out to set her hand on his wrist. She wasn't sure if it was allowed but she wanted to try and find comfort in Drogo's arms.

---

Astris' little whimpers of his title were enough to send what little regard for what was right or wrong flying right out the window. His movements became sloppy despite how hard he was fucking her. "So good. Such a good little 'mega," Jaime mumbled against her neck. "So fuckin' goo-" Jaime's words were cut short as his lips parted.

"Fuck. That's it," Jaime's words were nothing more than a deep growl. "Take my knot," he hissed between gritted teeth, biting down on the scents glands on her neck. He gave a few haphazard thrusts of his hips before pressing his growing knot into her. "F-Fuck," he groaned the words, peppering her neck with kisses. A few of the teeth marks were deep enough to break skin but Jaime didn't care, overwhelmed by the scents that assaulted him.

Jaime lowered them to the bed, areful to keep Astris pressed to his chest. He didn't want to hurt her by trying to pull away from her and it seemed like as soon as his back hit the mattress that he realized what he'd done. He'd knotted her before but certainly never when she was in heat before. Swallowing against the nauseating realization, Jaime reached up to cup each side of her neck, brushing his thumbs against her scent glands. He was desperate to mix their scents, needing to be closer to her. They could worry about the logistics of everything later.

Drogo did not like the way she closed her eyes. He felt it was only moments away from her flinching away from him. He needed a brave Omega, one that did not fear him or what he could do to her. His gaze narrowed slightly as he studied her, knowing he’d have to become good at reading her expressions until she could learn the Dothraki language. It took him a while to place the two words that she had spoken to him, but it pleased him enough. Her obedience would always please him.

He gave her only a moment after she stepped up to him to lift her upon his horse, settling her forward on the saddle so that he could fit behind her. Drogo wasted no time in throwing his foot into the stirrup of his saddle and seating himself behind her. Her scent washed over him in full and he paused, lowering his nose to her neck and drawing in a deep breath of air so close to her skin. One of the Khal’s arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against his front. Her form so close to his sent his instincts on a rampage.

His cock settled heavy and hard against her back and there was something dark seeping through his veins. He let the tip of his nose trail down the side of her neck, drinking in the smell of her. Drogo could feel it, the tension that was mounting in the courtyard at what exactly he would do. That dark thing within him roared and his eyes slid open to focus on her parents, who looked rather worried with the situation. His mouth settled over the bonding gland at the crook of her neck and he hauled her frame closer to his.

If they wanted to observe him with the same fashion as a wild animal, he’d act like one. Without warning, he clamped down on the gland hard, hips rutting up against her as the salty, sharp tinge of blood trickled into his mouth. He let out a low, obscene groan in her ear, looking forward to finally getting to see the pleasure between her thighs. Pulling away, he drove his heels into the sides of his stallion and started out of the courtyard and to where his army waited for him.

---

A breathless moan left Astris at Jaime’s words, hands gripping the duvet beneath her hands tightly as he pounded into her. Her mind could only focus on the way his body felt against her back, the growing feeling in the pit of her stomach the longer they moved together, and the feeling of being satiated enough by this.

Her mouth fell open as she dragged in air, her orgasm washing over her in waves at the feel of his knot pressing and growing inside her. Astris’ legs and body shook as a she spasmed around him, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of it as a cry left her. She wanted more, she craved more, but she knew they’d have to wait until his knot went down.

As he lowered her to the mattress, her back still to his chest, the feeling of flying her orgasm has provided her set her crashing back down to reality. She clenched around the knot experimentally and a shuddering noise left her, eyes slipping shut as she fought to catch her breath. He had knotted her. She was in heat. She knew what would happen. How her life would change because of this moment. Astris was certain that Baelish had wanted this to happen by selling her during her heat.

Tears began to gather in the corners of her eyes, feeling the trickle of blood sliding down her skin from where he’d previously bitten her neck. “What have you done?” She breathed, her voice quivering and vulnerable in the still of the room. Her eyes slipped open as she stared up at the canopy of the bed, tears slipping down her cheeks as an immense, conflicting feeling weighed on her chest. Part of her knew this was her place, to be knotted in heat, to have children like this, but the other part of her knew the life she’d made for herself would be ruined. A sob tore from her before she could stop it as nausea settled into the pit of her stomach. “I’m just a whore, Ser Jaime. This shouldn’t be.”

The comfort that Anya had been seeking from leaning into Drogo's chest lasted for a few moments at best, until he had settled against her. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she felt his cock pressing against her back. It left little to the imagination of what they would be doing once they got back to Drogo's camp and that was enough to scare her. She knew what Drogo would want from her and her body was already aching with a need to please her alpha - even if she remained unclaimed at the moment.

Wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue, Anya's grip tightened on her bag. Her shoulders pulled together, her scent dripping with the tension in the courtyard. She was just as nervous as her people, as her parents were to find out what Drogo was going to do. He'd gotten what he wanted, surely he would just leave... right? There was no reason for Drogo to make this worse for anyone in the city, was there? Anya prayed that she was right but it seemed just as she said the silent prayer, his nose was scenting her neck.

Anya gasped as Drogo dragged her even tighter against his frame. "A-Alpha, ple-" She started a plea that she knew that Drogo wouldn't even understand. She just hoped that it would call out to the animal side of him, even if he couldn't understand her words. Before she could even finish speaking, she felt Drogo's teeth break her skin. Her lips parted as she whimpered, biting down as hard as she could on her bottom lip. She didn't need to cry out and make it known just how unprepared she'd been for the show of dominance.

Anya bit back a sob as Drogo groaned in her ear. She slumped forward the moment he pulled away from her neck, her heart feeling like it was in her throat. She hung her head, her eyes welling with tears as she stared down at her bag. She wanted so desperately to look to her parents for comfort but she didn't dare to, not sure she could handle seeing their pain at what they'd just witnessed. Reaching up a shaking hand, Anya pressed her fingers to the bonding mark on her neck. She didn't want blood to get on her dress, no matter how silly and frivolous that was now that she was being bonded into the Dothraki clan.

She hated just how torn she was. Her omega wanted to bare her neck to Drogo and present for him, she wanted to obey him and do as she was told to please him but she was being taken from everything she'd ever known by a man she had to admit she was terrified of. Even despite how her omega wanted to be wrapped in his arms, she was beginning to worry all of the tales of the Dothraki she'd heard were more true.

It wasn't until they passed through the city gates that Anya allowed herself a sob. She curled her shoulders in on herself, burying her face into the bag she clutched to her chest. Drogo had told her not to cry and she was desperate to hide her disobedience. She didn't want to risk angering Drogo before they even reached his camp.

---

Jaime groaned as she felt Astris walls spasm around his knot. He could already feel the desire to fuck her again building in the pit of his stomach. He'd take her over and over, time and time again, during her heat. She was his omega, even if neither of them had really made that connection quite yet. It was frowned upon, for a highborn alpha to take to such a lowly omega but Jaime had never cared for such intricacies. Why would he? He was a Lannister, he could have whatever the hell that he wanted.

He pressed light kisses to the crease of Astris' neck, paying no mind to the way that her scent changed. Jaime wasn't concerned about how her life would change because he knew that he would be able to care for her. It wasn't until Astris spoke that he seemed to come down from the peaceful high that he'd managed to hit.

"I claimed you," Jaime answered simply. Speaking the words made it seem more real to him. He let out a sigh as his head dropped back against the pillow beneath his head. He let out a sigh, reaching up to run his fingers through her hair. Jaime couldn't describe the panic that shot through him when Astris sobbed, sending his alpha into a desperate need to calm her. She was his omega and he would do just about anything he could in the world to keep her safe. He hoped that she would understand that, one day.

"We don't need to worry about the details right now. You won't work here anymore, of course," Jaime said, pressing light kisses to the bonding mark on her neck. "You will come to the Red Keep. You will be with me," he breathed, his hands trailing between her thighs. His fingertips brushed between her folds, just wanting to see the reaction he could draw from her again. "Don't worry, little omega. You will be safe. Well cared for. And so will our pups."

For a moment, the Khal felt satisfied. Like he’d satiated that animal part of him that the people of the Free City had been so anxious, nearly terrified of. It was the reason why they’d given in to his request so easily, without any sort of bloodshed on either side. Drogo knew his presence, the Alpha within him, was why he’d been made Khal, why he was what they called the “Great Khal”. It would have been foolish for the Khal to have questioned why others seemed to cower before him, why he was so feared. He knew exactly what affect he had on others.

But there was something, however small, that loathed feeling the fear radiating off of the Omega in his lap—particularly because of his actions. The Alpha in him grew angry. He had claimed her, made it so that no man or woman of his khalasar would dare touch her—had he not done something good in claiming her? Sure, there was a sense of feeding into the tension around him, but she was his now. And now it was undeniably so.

Then, as he was about to address the throngs of men that were waiting for him just outside of the Free City, he noted the Omega in front of him had nearly doubled over and let out a noise of sorrow. Drogo’s brow furrowed and he drew in a deep breath of air, staring down at the woman who sat before him. Again, there was a uneasy feeling that settled into the pit of his stomach. He could never much tolerate the emotions of women, but this felt distinctly different. She was his now and there was a need he felt to protect her, to ensure her happiness.

Drogo loosened the grip he had across her hips, unwinding his arm from around her to gently trail his fingertips across the mark he’d just bitten into her skin. “No,” he breathed, slipping his fingertips to her jaw to turn her gently to look at him. His brow was still drawn low over his eyes as they darted over her features. “No,” he repeated, not knowing any other way to convey how much he disliked the way that pain and fear mingled into her scent.

Without a word, he dropped his hand to wrap around her waist, this time in less of an act of possession, but more just making sure she didn’t fall off the horse. He spurred the beast forward, beginning to lead his men back to where he knew the khalasar had made camp.

---

Astris felt cold, like she’d been dunked into an ice bath. There was a large part of her, the Omega part, that was yelling at her for being so selfish and foolish. Jaime Lannister was one of the most powerful Alphas in Kings Landing. She would want for nothing under his care and protection. Still, there was a small part of her that was reminded she was sold into this, like a broodmare. He was a knight. They were not supposed to take wives or sire children. The child they would have would not only be a bastard, but have a whore for a mother.

They were only three words, but those three words resonated within her. It was simple really; the act of him claiming her, but it held such weight within her. It calmed some of the panic that had been tightening in her chest, as did the feel of his fingers brushing through her hair. Her eyes fluttered shut and she drew in a few deep calming breaths of air. “Ser Jaime,” Astris finally found it within her to speak, “you could have had any Omega you wanted in Kings Landing. One who did not have to choose to sell her body, to live like I have. Why have you chosen me?”

The feel of his mouth against the bonding gland on her neck caused the breath to leave her in a rush. That panic she felt threatened to build once more, especially with him saying how she wasn’t going to work at the brothel and that she would be kept in the Red Keep. A former whore in the Red Keep growing round with a Lannister bastard? She didn’t want to even imagine how she would be treated.

But then his hands were forging paths between her thighs and his fingertips brushing almost teasingly soft against the most sensitive part of her. She unconsciously clenched around his knot, the feeling of it causing a breathless sort of noise leaving her. All thoughts and concerns for what would happen next left her and the Omega in her took over. She would be safe. She would be protected. And she would serve her Alpha. Her hips rocked back experimentally and her hand reached over her shoulder to cup the back of his neck. “Oh, my good Alpha,” she breathed, “my hungry lion.”

Closing her eyes as tightly as she could, Anya fought against the sadness that was washing over her. Drogo had told her no when he realized she'd been crying before they climbed atop his stallion. He didn't want her crying. Her omega was trying to pull away from the feelings of fear and sadness because even in her distraught state, she could feel the shift in Drogo's emotions. That only seemed to make her feel worse, not better. She was disappointing her alpha before she even had a chance to prove herself as worthy of his love and affection.

Anya forced her eyes open, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something as Drogo's fingertips brushed against her bonding gland. She wanted to say she was sorry, that she was just afraid - and that she was sorry for that even but she knew it would fall on deaf ears. Drogo wouldn't understand her and she didn't think this was an appropriate conversation to have in front of Drogo's khalasar. She swallowed, sniffling as Drogo spoke. She gave the tiniest of nods of her head.

"I'm sorry," Anya murmured the words, for her own peace of mind. Her instincts calmed just slightly at the words because at least she had confessed that she was sorry, even if Drogo didn't understand her. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, turning forward when Drogo urged his stallion toward their camp.

Anya's instincts were begging her to find comfort in Drogo. He had claimed her, he had made her his. He was her alpha. He would always be comfort, happiness, her home. Clinging to her bag with one hand, Anya's free hand dropped to rest on the hand on her waist. Her fingertips wrapped around his wrist and she gave a light tug. She let out an indignant whine when Drogo's grip only tightened around her waist, giving a more insistent tug on his arm. Pulling his arm up, Anya placed his hand on the shoulder opposite of the mark he'd given her.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she pressed her nose to the inside of his wrist, Drogo's scent washing over her. Anya hadn't been prepared for the level of calm that washed over her as she took a moment to bask in his scent. Anya knew she was probably confusing the hell out of the man behind her by trying to find comfort in his arms despite her fear but she was going to just have to go with it. She couldn't speak his tongue and with Erri not in sight, she just hoped her omega would understand how to speak to Drogo.

---

Jaime's brows pulled together as Anaris' scent shifted from one of utter bliss to one filled with fear and sorrow. He let out a low growl, his alpha not pleased at all. The idea of Anaris being in any sort of pain wasn't something he would take kindly to, regardless of what the source was. Even if they hadn't had the time to sort out any details, Anaris was his and he would protect her in any way that he knew how. He was an honorable alpha; that had been his downfall. That had been why his entire reputation ended up destroyed from a single action.

"I could have," Jaime started, his voice tight with the anger that was swelling in his chest. He knew why she was afraid, he'd be stupid if he couldn't figure that out. "I could have any omega I wanted from Dorne to King's Landing to the North and back again. But I chose you because you don't care for the fancy titles that I carry around. Nor have you ever made a jab at my reputation," Jaime added the last little bit, his voice softening just a bit.

Anaris had to know his reputation, there wasn't a soul in all of Westeros that didn't but she had never brought it up. She had never made a joke about how he wasn't honorable or that he broke his oaths. That had been part of why Jaime had kept coming back to her; because she didn't care about the stories that Jaime wanted to forget.

"Shh, shh," Jaime whispered, peppering Anaris' bonding mark with kisses. His fingers teased her clit, letting out an approving groan as she tightened around him. "Gods, I always knew you would get me in trouble one day," he said, letting out a dry laugh. His knot had gone down, he was careful to lift Anaris off of his cock before he turned her over so that she was straddling him this time around. He looked up to her, his hands resting on her hips. "Go on, little omega. You're going to have to learn to take what you want in life," he growled. "So. Tell me, what is it that you desire most in life right now? If you could have anything at all, if you named it right now. What would it be?"

Drogo was trying his hardest to understand why this little Omega was reacting in such a way. He could smell her fear, could smell her concern, and could smell her uncertainty. When she spoke, he merely stared at her, not knowing enough of the Common Tongue to make sense of it. The nod he understood. She would try not to cry, that was understood enough. There was a certain part of his Alpha instincts that greatly disliked seeing her in distress. It felt unlike any other woman he’d taken captive like this, Omega, Beta, and Alpha alike.

Her touch on the back of his hand soothed him a bit, let him know that maybe she was coming to an understanding with him. Khals never felt guilty, Drogo was convinced, but he was beginning to second guess the display he’d put on. Claiming her served a good purpose for when they reached the khalasar, but he was certain that it had scared her. His arm tightened around her as she attempted to pull his arm from keeping her secure on the horse, thinking that she meant to bolt from him. The whine she let out sent a sharp spear of heat through his stomach and it settled somewhere in his loins.

Despite himself, he eventually relented to her and allowed her to pull his arm away. Instead of fleeing from his horse, she placed his hand on her shoulder and was almost immediately pressing her nose to the inside of his wrist. Drogo’s lips parted as he watched her closely, pupils blowing wide at the feel of contentment he could smell wash over his Omega. A low rumble of a noise left him, wanting to take her then and there at this display. She had pleased him with this and he wanted her to know.

Leveing her with a look that spoke volumes of the intentions he had for her once they either reached a quiet place to rest or the khalasar, he leaned forward until his mouth just barely brushed her ear as he spoke. “I will have you comfortable with me soon enough, Omega. And when I am done with you, you will crave so much more.” His voice was low and gravelly in her ear as he spoke. He knew she would not know the words, but he hoped that the tone would convey enough the plans he had for her.

---

Astris could smell when Jaime’s scent shifted into one that was angry and she knew that she had been the cause of it. For a woman as proud and as bold as she was, the Omega in her wanted to tuck her chin in and bow out to him. It wasn’t something she was particularly familiar with, nor was she extremely fond of it. When he spoke, her eyes slipped shut at the tone he’d taken up. She knew he wasn’t angry with her, but it was hard not to be affected by it, especially with him knotting her like he was.

Instead, she focused on what he was saying and her stomach flipped a bit as he finished speaking. “Ser Jaime, I have had many men in my bed, but your reputation is certainly not the worst I have encountered,” she told him softly, icy blue gaze watching the canopy of the bed as she spoke. A heavy sigh left her as she shook her head. “Besides, I am a whore. I don’t get paid to take jabs at reputations.” A wry grin curled her lips before she added, a playful lilt to her tone, “I get paid for you to jab me.”

Jaime was easily lulling her into a sense of security with the kisses he was placing over her mark and with his fingertips gently playing with the bundle of nerves between her legs. Her lips tilted up at the corners at what he said next, a breathless sort of laugh leaving her as she rocked her hips slightly to meet his fingertips. A gasp left her as he lifted her, suddenly finding herself staring down at him. Her hands rested on his chest as she balanced herself, swallowing a bit to try and calm the rush that coursed through her at the sudden movement.

Her head tilted to side slightly as he spoke, something flickering behind her eyes as they roamed over what she could see of him slowly. “I desire to be gone from this place. To not have to open my legs for whoever Baelish thinks has paid a high enough price. I’m tired of it. Of pretending to be nice, of pretending to enjoy it when I don’t.” She drew in a deep breath of air, one of her hands sliding down his chest to gently grasp at his cock. Astris let out a low hum, stroking it a few times before lifting her hips and sinking down on him. “I want you, Ser Jaime. Only you, my alpha,” she gasped, head thrown back as she gave herself a few moments of stillness before leveling him with her gaze. Slowly, she began to circle her hips, grinding her pelvis against him in a torturous sort of pace.

Anya didn't want to admit just how relaxed she felt with Drogo's hand so close to her. Her stomach twisted into a nervous knot, biting into her bottom lip as she allowed herself the comfort of Drogo's touch. She was unsure of a lot about her future but she couldn't deny just how content her omega felt. Drogo was a strong alpha, there was no denying that. If he was strong, that meant safety. That meant... well, she wasn't all that sure after the safety. What kind of alpha would Drogo be? There would dictate whether she was truly happy or not, if Drogo treated her kindly or if he was going to be just as brutal as the khals of the stories Anya had heard. She was hopeful even if she didn't want to admit it; because if she was proven wrong, she thought it would make it even worse.

Leaning her head forward to better expose the mark on her neck, Anya let her eyes shut as they continued moving throughout the dessert. The peace lingered for only a few moments before Drogo was speaking. She had no idea what he had said but the chill that ran down her spine was enough to give her an idea about what she was to expect when they were finally alone.

Anya's thoughts began to drift as she leaned back against Drogo's chest. There was no point in trying to move away from him, there was nowhere for he to go on the stallion.

What was Drogo's reaction going to be like when he realized she had no real clue what to do when they were finally alone? She'd only ever known her own touch, as an attempt to ease the pain during her heats and even then, it had done little to alleviate it. She'd relied mostly on her handmaidens running cool clothes over her skin and fanning her as they tried to cool her off - it was the only relief they could offer her as fellow omegas.

Anya knew what mating was but she certainly didn't know anything about pleasing her mate other than allowing him to do as he pleased. The thought churned her stomach, she wanted to please Drogo but the longer she leaned against him, the more concerned she was that she wasn't going to measure up to what he wanted from her. Anya shifted in the saddle, a frown forming on her lips as she tried to force away her worries.

Her back straightened when structures came into view on the horizon. Anya looked up to Drogo as if to ask if this was his camp - was this where they were going to rest?

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"Worse than a kingslayer? I didn't even know that that was possible," Jaime uttered, her emotion leaking into his voice. Jaime had always resented the hand that he had been forced to play. The common people didn't know, and likely would never, understand what Jaime had stopped. There were countless nights that Jaime woke in a frenzy, sweat covering his body, as that voice filled his ears. Burn them, burn them, burn them all! Over and over while he tried to deny what was necessary. Aerys had to die, sooner rather than later. So many thought that Jaime had done it to secure his family's name in history but that had been the last thing on his mind when he put a sword through the Mad King.

His mind drifted for a moment as Astris sat atop him. He wondered if she was only saying these things because she still had to. She was still owned by Baelish, she was still expected to do as she was told without complaint. His concerns were completely forgotten the moment that Astris took him inside of her.

Jaime let out a groan as he tilted his head back, giving a weak thrust of his hips. "Fuck," he breathed, one hand sliding between her thighs. Jaime pressed his thumb against her clit, his smirk growing as he began lazy circles around the sensitive nub. His eyes bore into her, drinking in the sight of her body moving against his.

Shifting his weight a bit, Jaime thrust into her. He moaned as he watched her breasts bounce before he slowed his thumb's circles even more. "Want more? You're going to have to show me, little omega," he growled the words, pulling his hand away from her completely. "Because right now, it doesn't really seem like you want anything more than to rest."