Khal Amell

 When Khal Amell came to Jess’s village with his hoard of six thousand her father was frantic. “Offer them the horse's father,” Jess said quickly under her breath. Her father an old silver-haired beast of a man shot her a disgusted look and Jess quickly averted her eyes to look out of the window again. Her father often looked at her this way and Jess had grown quite used to it. He often told her she looked too much like her mother and since she had run away with a wealthy merchant he could no longer look at Jess in the same manner. “We crossed the narrow sea to start afresh and yet we still have to pay,” her father said to his advisor. “I don’t believe they will just take the animals my lord, and if the Khal feels offended he will send in his men and they will sack the village,” he said, shooting Jess the same disgusted look. “Offer some of the women my Lord or the children,” Her father looked at him and then nodded. “You can’t do that. You don't own them! Their lives are not your to offer.” Jess shouts as her father turns his steely gaze upon her. “Offer her too!” he said then walked out. Jess ran after him but her maid stopped her then pulled her to her own room.

Her face dropped as she wept. “Offer me?” She said to her maid as she brushed her hair out of her face. “I don't want to go Deli,” Jess whispered to her reflection in the shiny mirrored metal. Deli hugged her shoulders. “You are 18 pet, you should have been married long ago. You don’t want to have to stay here forever do you?” Jess sobbed. “Of course you are right, I would be classed as an old maid back in King's Landing but this is the Dothraki we are talking about they are brutal, we have all heard of the stories,” Jess said, wiping away her tears and turning to Deli. “Treat him right and hopefully he will treat you the same. If not remember what your mother taught you pet.” Deli said without hesitation. Jess nodded. “Thank you for everything,” she said quietly as the door knocks and her father’s advisor walks in wearing his newest outfit that the Lord had made for him his eyes looked black and his nose was crooked like it had been broken few too many times. “Is she ready?” he asks Deli in a tempered tone, completely ignoring Jess. ‘I really hate it when he talks over me like I’m not here.’ she thought to herself before taking a deep breath and standing up. “Yes, I’m ready.” She replied before Deli could speak and walked out of the door. Jess’s father had her dress in a silk white dress that reached the ground. She tripped a few times, before realising she had to lift as she walked. “Is my father down there?” She asks his advisor and he nods but doesn’t say a word. The tension in the large manor had become overwhelming and once they reach the courtyard doors Jess has to take a deep steadying breath. ‘I feel like I am going to faint,’ she thought to herself. 

When the doors open Jess stands and waits to be called. Her father is talking to a large man on horseback, his hair is dark and lay down his back in a very long braid but his horse keeps turning so Jess was unable to see his face properly. “I offer my daughter, Jess. She is 18 years old with hair kissed by fire. She has never laid with a man.” The Lord's advisor nods to Jess and she walks out into the courtyard with her eyes fixed on the ground. The Lord pushes Jess in front of him and grabs her hair at the back, yanking it down so the Khal could look at her. The sun blares in Jess’s eyes and she had to blink a few times before she could see. The Khal was a beautiful specimen of a man. His long beard looked smooth and his gaze was full of something Jess had never seen before but it made her knees weak. The Khal nods to the Lord, and he lets go of Jess’s hair and she sinks to her knees and sobs. “Get up,” says a younger gentleman from the hoard. Jess does as she's told. ‘How could my father do this to me?’ she thought to herself. “I am Tam, blood brother to Khal Amell… here,” he said, offering her a horse. “Thank you,” Jess said between sobs. “You will marry Amell tonight. You must get ready,” he said as she climbed the mare, she really was a beautiful horse, jet black with a long mane that had been braided. ‘If I tried to run would they catch me? Would they kill me?’ Jess felt helpless. She felt as if her father were feeding her to the wolves. ‘At least with them it would be quick.’ she thought. 

The guy called Tam mounted his own horse and had Jess follow him down to the riverbed and told some women what he wanted but Jess couldn't understand a word of their native Dothraki language. The women all shot Jess looks like she was a witch from the depths of hell but did as Tam had told them to. Jess climbed off the horse as Tam approached. “In here,” he said, pointing to a large tent. After changing into a red silk dress and the woman had painted Jess’s face she was taken back outside her father's courtyard. The Lord, Jess’s father stood in his finest outfit and smiled out to the crowd then down at Jess like this was the best day of his life. ‘Yeah, you won’t have to deal with me anymore. You will have the pick of the villagers now.’ she thought as she shot him a nasty look then turned to face the rest of the hoard and villagers waiting for the Khal. They stood for some time and the Lord began to look impatient. He turned to his advisor. “Where is he?” his advisor shook his head and Jess smiled to herself and began to hope that the Khal had changed his mind. Then Tam stepped forward. “Khal Amell,” he said and stepped back. 

The Khal was bare-chested and his beard hung down to his belly button, between his massive chest muscles. His features were defined on his face by a small scar that went over his cheek and up the side of his nose. His eyes wear the colour of sapphires and his dark hair braided down his back. Jess’s insides melted at the sight of him and her entire body became flushed. She dropped her gaze again to the floor and swallowed hard. Everyone turns to face the Lord, and he says a few words and a woman behind interprets everything into Dothraki. “I am very happy to announce my daughter Jess will be marrying Khal Amell.” Jess begins to chuckle to herself. ‘A few hours ago he was frantic and now he's happy,.’ she thought.

The Lord continues, but Jess doesn't listen, her mind racing with her own thoughts. ‘How could he do this to me?’ ‘Now what will happen?’ The Khal turns to Jess and says a few words in Dothraki and she looks to Tam to translate. “The Khal said he is happy to marry the beautiful woman with hair kissed by fire.” He smiles and Jess smiles back. “Please tell him I said thank you.” Tam looks over at me, “I’m sorry I can't, there are no words for that.” Khal Amell then offered Jess his hand as he turned and she took it awkwardly, her face as red as her hair. 

The feast was extravagant, meat cooked over fires down one side of the large grass bank that the hoard had pitched up their tents and the Dothraki danced to the beat of the drums drinking their weight in wine. Khal Amell looked in his element while he laughed and joked along with his blood brothers. Jess spent the whole feast shaking in her seat, watching as Dothraki fought over the women, a few of them getting killed in the process. Every time this happen Khal Amell stood he said. “Fichas jahakes moon.” Jess had no idea what it meant but someone would always cut off the losers braid. The Lord and the villagers had not come down for the feast and Jess felt quite alone sat under the night’s sky with nothing but a silk dress to keep her warm. Then Khal Amell stood beside her and held out his hand once more.

Jess couldn't stop the tears from falling as she stood. Khal Amell wiped them from her cheeks and walked her over to her horse before lifting her with ease to sit sidesaddle. He mounted his own horse then gestured for her to follow him. He stopped outside the same tent she had dressed in earlier it was the biggest of all the tents that had been pitched up along the grass. As she got off the horse the Khal lifted her over his shoulder and she heard some of his khalasar yell and cheer. Once they enter the tent, the Khal sits Jess on the blankets then bends on his knees in front of her. He speaks again in Dothraki and does a gesture with his hands and Jess understands he is telling her to undress. ‘Oh no, he wants to see my body.’ she thought to herself, ‘what will he say about the burns?’ 

Taking a deep breath Jess does as she is told then sits back down quickly covering the marking down her left side. Amell takes no notice of the burns but watches as her breasts bounce as she moves. He licks his lips to show his approval and pushes her legs open. The look on his face sent spasms down between Jess’s legs and she knew at that moment that he wouldn't hurt her. ‘He really is quite beautiful,’ she thought looking at his face then down to his chest. He curls his lips up into a provocative smile and Jess’s mouth waters in anticipation. The Khal pushes her back so she is laid out on the soft blanket. Jess automatically covers her breasts with her hands and the look on his face changes from the seductive look to one of anger that Jess never wanted to see again. 

Amell picks Jess up and pulls her arms apart. “No!” he said and he collected a long piece of material like the ones in his hair before tying her wrists together then pushing her back down. ‘God above just take me now,’ she thought. The Khal climbed over her with a knee at either side of her waist hooking her hands to a beam above her head. After flashing her a smouldering smile he grabbed her waist and turned her over. Jess tries to scramble up the bed but Amell is heavy and Jess hardly moves an inch. He laughs and speaks to her in Dothraki. ‘I need to learn this language.’ she thought as she turns to look at him and her insides melt again, her body filled with a sexual desire that she had only read about in books. His face looked soft and playful but he gets up off the bed speaks more Dothraki before turning to the door of the tent and walking out.  Jess was left alone naked and bound to a post for some time but she couldn’t sleep. Her mind is screaming at her to try to run but her body tells her to stay and have him. 

Jess was laying on her front shivering by the time Amell came back. Her eyes are wide but she doesn’t move as he undresses in front of her. His eyes burning into hers with a look of pure animalistic lust on his face. He climbs over her and kisses her neck sweetly. His hands travel down her curvy body and find her slick little cunt and he inserts a finger. Jess cries out, after a few moments of him stretching and poking at her vagina, he lays over her and places his manhood against her little hole. He says something in her ear, but again, Jess doesn't understand. Then he pushes himself inside her. She cries out tears prickling in her eyes but Amell pushes into her again, taking her virginity. 

He pounds into her again and again and with every thrust of his hips the pain Jess originally felt had begun to disappear and sweet pleasure resonated in its wake. Her body began to shake against him as she felt her first orgasm. Jess had known what they were because of a book her mum had left her before she died. Amell moved off Jess panting and laid by her side. As Jess peeked over at him shyly she felt the warmth in her belly reverberate throughout her body. He smiles down at her then moves his head bringing his lips to hers in a deep passionate kiss. It was at that moment Jess fell in love with her husband.

With Her hands still bound Jess climbed on top of him. His stare was captivating. She stared at him in awe wishing he would unbind her hands. Amell did just that and she moved one hand down to his massive manhood and rubbed it gently. The Khal threw his head back and moaned in appreciation. Positioning his manhood against her sex she pushed it inside. He pulled her down over his massive chest and held her in place with a hand at each hip as he thrust his own hips into her. Jess moans loudly and wiggles on top of him. He moans again and that's Jess’s undoing, her body giving in to its desire as the orgasm radiates through her body. Amell picks her up and turns over so he is laying on top and he slams his hips into her harder, moaning more. Jess can feel his cock flutter inside her deep in her belly and he whispers in her ear. “Anha zhilak yera.”