Jon was riding his horse beside Drogo, whenever they stopped Drogo would mount Jon regardless of who was around to witness it. Jon was thankful his heat wasn't in full swing yet or he would be begging for it. It was only in the beginning stages. His core would grow hot when Drogo looked at him for too long, his body slicked more often than usual. His cunt throbbed when Drogo spoke.

He wasn't so lucky to keep it away for long.

That night they were setting up camp. Viserys and Daenerys were being fitted for their own tent when Jorah came running past them. "What is wrong with Jon?" Daenerys asked, seeing the look of panic on his face.

"Jon's heat." The man yelped.

"Good," Viserys mused, Jorah and Daenerys scowled at him but said nothing. "We need a child in his belly."

Jorah dropped to his knees before Drogo. In Dothraki he began his story. "Yeri omega is she full heat tih Khal, yeri Khaleesi begs ha yeri knot."
(Your omega is in full heat my Khal, your Khaleesi begs for your knot.)

Drogo smiled and stood, he waved Jorah off and the man stood outside his tent. Jon's whimpers and cries were enough to make him want to step in and stop the Khal but he knew it was their duty as mates to continue. He feared if Jon did grow pregnant he would have to endure Drogo's rut with a welp in his belly. If he wasn't pregnant when they returned to the home of all Dothraki then a second heat would be induced by the Khal's venom.

Jon was on his stomach bent over a pillow. While Jon was still having a hard time understanding the speech of the Dothraki he had heard the words that were now escaping his mate's lips. "My Khaleesi. My Omega. Mine." Drogo repeated in Dothraki with each thrust. Jon was pinned down to the sheets, his hair was racked through by his large hands.

"Tih Omega, tih Khaleesi, Mine." Drogo repeated again. Jon was trying to understand him. He knew those words, just swapped order now. However he wanted to speak to him.

"Tih... Khal.... Yeri are... sekke zhokwa."Jon managed out. He was peacing words together. He just hoped he spoke the phrase right. He was trying to say. My kahl, you are so big. He didn't know if he said it correctly however. He was sure he slurred something through his moans and whimpers. Khal Drogo stopped and then let out a laugh.

He had picked up some of Jon's language to communicate. "Big?" Jon nodded, whining and whimpering. "Ki davra?"

Jon narrowed his eyes. "What?"

Drogo laughed at his confusion and continued to slam inside him until his knot took form. Jon yelped in pained pleasure as his heat's pain was quenched for the time being. Cum flowed into his womb by the buckets.

A translator was called in while his knot continued to pump cum into his womb. "Ki davra?" Drogo repeated.

"The khal asked if that was good."

"Him being big?" Jon questioned the women.

The translator looked up to Drogo who was grunting in pleasure as his cock pumped cum into his quivering omega. "Yeri being large tih khal" (You being large my king?)

"Ai." He nodded in agreement.

"Yes," she replied to Jon.

Jon grew quiet as he felt Drogo thrust into him a few more times despite the knot holding them tight. "Ah.. yes.. It's fine."

"Ai, Davra." (Yes, Good)

Drogo smiled pleased with himself, the woman was quick to scurry away while Drogo continued to pump him full of seed. Jon cried into the pillow below him as Khal Drogo slammed inside him. Jon was thankful for the help with his heat but hated that he needed Drogo to help him. The pain in his belly was rising anytime his mate was away from him. Drogo groaned in pleasure before pulling away from Jon leaving him a quivering mess. Jon curled up in a ball watching Drogo pace. The large alpha didn't know if he should say something to Jon. They couldn't communicate well and he had already sent the translator running the other way.

Jon sized Drogo up and stood on wobbly legs, seed dribbling down his legs. Drogo grinned drinking in his vision, he was unsure what the omega had planned. Jon promptly went off to nest ignoring his mate, he rearranged blankets, furs, and pillows. The dragon eggs he had been given were his next target. He settled them together in a makeshift nest he had created for them. A mix of rocks, gems, and gold his khal had stolen. He ran his hands over them caressing the scales. Drogo watched him while sitting back on their bed. He was making his best attempt not to ruin the nest Jon was building.

Jon turned back to look at Drogo who patted his lap. Jon slowly made his way towards his Khal. With a yelp he was pulled on his cock, at first he was turned to look at the tent. Unable to see Khal's eyes as he bounced on his cock with vigor. Jon grunted and whined and managed to pry Khal Drogo's hands off his hips. He adjusted himself so the two looked eye to eye. Drogo raised an eyebrow in interest. Jon didn't want this more than he had when he first arrived but his heat was driving him to do more.

He whined feeling Drogo's claws dragging on his hips. The large alpha male slammed inside Jon with each thrust before his knot took hold once more. Drogo emitted a rumble from his chest which made Jon's eyes cross in pleasure.

Drogo laughed seeing his omega whimpering for him to continue. "Khaleesi. Omega."

Jon only nodded as he gripped Drogo's right peck. Drogo growled in pleasure feeling Jon's cunt tighten around him. Drogo gripped his face in one hand examining him. Jon leaned into the face hold assuming Drogo wanted a kiss. He didn't want to upset his mate, if he did he may ignore his heat.

Drogo grunted in surprise as Jon kissed him for the first time. Once Drogo had his kiss however he howled in acceptance and stood while Jon stayed speared on his knot. He held the omega around the back of the neck and under his ass carrying him to the nest the omega had created. He pinned him down and began to kiss him while his knot pumped Jon's womb full of cum.

"Khaleesi." Drogo growled again, exposing his scent glands for Jon. Jon leaned in nuzzling his glands for a calming scent. Once Drogo's knot popped he pulled away leaving Jon naked on the bed dripping seed and whining like a pup. Drogo spanked his cunt roughly which sent Jon barking before he cowered at the alphas scowl and curled up. He would sleep till the pain of his heat woke him.

Drogo pulled his garments back on, covering his shivering omega with a fur and leaving the tent. Jorah bowed as he exited. Jorah slipped in the tent to find Jon asleep, the tent filed with the scent of sex. He stood guard when Viserys entered. "He needs to be pregnant. I need my army."

"It takes time, he is only a pup. Not yet eighteen. His first heat from what he told me was not that long ago. This is only his second. It takes time. People are talking in Westeros. The sweetheart of the North was kidnapped and someone will pay for that crime."

"It was not a crime." Viserys hissed. "Jon is my family. I was bringing him home."

"His home is in Westeros." Jorah remarked looking over the white haired man. "We will return shortly the Dothraki keep their word, but a pregnancy is not an instant thing for all betas or omegas. Sometimes it takes years."

"If he is not pregnant soon I'll induce a heat and impregnate him myself. The Khal will never know." Viserys hissed. Jorah growled low exposing his sword.

"My sword is vowed to Jon, I will protect him. Even from you."

"We hired you, I can un-hire you."

"Only Jon and the Khal may remove me from my post now. I will die protecting Jon or his pups. His Khal. I would watch your threats."

Viserys hissed and turned away. Jorah would not stand for threats. Jon was his to protect. He paced over him. Watching his every move. While his smell was divine he knew he could not touch him even if desire burned in the alphas core, harming Jon was the last thing he would ever do. He needed to get a raven to a friend in King's Landing. He would protect Jon and Jorah knew he was afraid to be here, he had been forced into it and Jorah wanted to protect him from anything he feared.