I’m sure plenty of peeps have seen my paintings of Khal Drogo–Jason Momoa from Game of Thrones author GRR Martin, over the years, and just in case some were posted with my name cut off, here they are in full and close up. Check out my page on this site, for more Khal Drogo.
I confess to being obsessed with Mr Momoa and his characters, and because of this ‘healthy’ obsession, I started to write Fanfiction. Those of you who enjoy reading fan-fiction, and particularly hunt for anything to do with Momoa, will know me as Miris
hka. The most read by far are about Khal Drogo & Daenarys, and 50 Shades meets Game of Thrones is the most popular! Entitled quite simply …. Game of Thrones meets 50 shades.
This sizzling snipped from A Morning of Passion, which I have taken from my own book, Demon Within and re-wrote for Dany and Drogo fans is just a small sample from the book, and while it is NOT anything to do with Mr Momoa or Game of Thrones, I know you will relate to Kai of Darkmide and the story.
Water lapped gently against the sides of the copper bath. Drogo sighed as the light captured silver hair draping over the edge towards the floor; Dany was a rare beauty, even if she didn’t fully understand what effect she had on him. Her innocent glances and smiles as he perched in the open window frame were driving him crazy.
‘Why are you grinning?’
He wondered if he should tell her. Drogo inclined his head. ‘Just the sight of you bathing, I know you are happy… and I it makes me happy too.’
Giggling and smoothing the wash cloth up her arm, letting the warm water caress her skin, Dany continued to bathe.
‘I should get out, I’m starting to wrinkle.’
Drogo’s eyes widened when she leaned back against the tub, arching her back and sighing, her breasts rose from beneath the water, making Drogo wish he was in there with her.
He pushed away from his perch and slowly moved towards her. Kneeling, he pulled shimmering locks of her hair through his fingers; soft and silky, silver and white, he could look at it all day.
Quickly pulling a leather strap from one of his braids and holding it between his teeth, he braided the thick mass of hair. Drogo inhaled deeply while playing with the long tresses, tying it securely with the leather, he pulled it through his hands once more before letting it fall.
After rising and taking a towel from the dresser, Drogo held it wide and waited for Dany to leave the comfort of her bath.
‘Let’s go and have breakfast, I’m starving.’
Dany rose, her skin flushed and warm; he purred while watching the droplets of water trickle over her breasts. With strong arms, he enveloped her, holding her tight against him, he began drying her then relaxed his hold as he fell to his knees. Patting her delicate skin his concentration made Dany smile as she stared down.
He performed his task with enthusiasm, not missing any area, and Dany wondered if this was common practice. Drogo gently nudged her legs and grinned wickedly.
‘Open your legs wider.’ His hands moved higher and patted gently on her most sensitive area, his eyes had a feral look about them; they matched his carnal smirk.
‘Are you going to do this every time I take a bath?’ Dany nibbled her lip.
Drogo didn’t look at her and continued working. He was now concentrating his efforts on her legs and feet. She giggled when he raised her foot, and she steadied herself by resting her hands on his shoulders.
Dany’s brows rose. ‘On what?’
‘On whether I get to taste you afterwards.’
Throwing the towel to the side and without warning Drogo’s fingers trailed up her inner thigh and brushed against her intimately. She gasped and flinched at his touch, her body humming with excitement and growing exhilaration.
Soft lips complimented the fleshy pad of his fingertips, followed by an eager tongue lazily sliding between her folds. Dany gripped his shoulders then moved one hand to his head, letting her fingers tangle in his hair.
‘Drogo…’ Breathy and barely audible, Dany could hardly speak.
Hips involuntarily ground against his mouth and without realizing, she found herself tugging at his hair, making him work harder. Drogo’s hot breath fell against her already sizzling flesh; lapping feverishly, his tongue searched every crevice to taste her.
‘I thought you… were hungry?’ Sighing heavily, Dany could hardly catch her breath.
Drogo’s voice was husky, throaty; words a whisper, as he nestled his face between her legs.
His tongue flicked against her hardening nub, sending a sensual shock through her.
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