Jon was riding Drogo, he felt as if he was a whore but he was slowly falling for the man. He was oddly trying to be good to him. The last few days of his heat had been hard, he was struggling to be alone in this new world. Drogo had brought him a new tanned skin, as well as a woven blanket from one of the betas in the pack. Drogo had also sent his handmaids away and did his hair for him while he was struggling to move about due to the pains of his heat.

"Dothrakh anna, tih khaleesi, yeri are doing sekke chek ha anna, tih davra omega." (Ride me, my queen, you are doing so well for me, my good omega.)

Jon didn't fully understand it all, he did understand good, and my queen as well as omega. He tried to understand the words that came from him. He continued to rock back and forth on top of him while Drogo held his hips tight bouncing him rough. "Yeri're sekke zhokwa" (You're so big).

Drogo chuckled, he had listened in on some of Jon's lessons with his handmaids and Jorah. He was learning, but it was slow for him. He was struggling, and it was all going on between his heat which wasn't helping anything. Drogo was feeling his rut coming, he was happy to an extent it was occurring during his mates heat but he was also not ready to be in pain if he was not deep inside his mate. He was a king, he had men to protect and people to lead and now rather than doing as he wished he was stuck to do as his rut desired.

Another day had passed and during a mid-day meal Drogo felt his rut taking full effect. "Bring anna tih khaleesi." (Bring me my queen.) Drogo ordered. Jon was sleeping in their tent but it was time now for him to be brought to his alpha and bred regardless of where they were at.

Drogo couldn't hide away in their tent like Jon could. Jorah stood up and walked to the tent to wake the sleeping omega. Jon woke with a start as Jorah hovered over him. "Sweet boy, your Khal is in rut and is asking for you."

"He.. he is going to fuck me in front of everyone won't he?"

"It is an honor for the Dothraki to watch you be mounted and bred, remember that. Your body is a sight to behold, to be worshiped. You are their queen."

Jon lowered his head, he was terrified of the public fuck but at least he was starting to enjoy Drogo enough it wasn't as bad anymore. Jon slowly made his way to his Khal and dropped to his knees beside him. Drogo smiled and pulled his robe-like dress to the side exposing his cunt to their people. Drogo rose a cup and began to speak. "Vitteya she the qorasokh kash anha vitteya she tih khaleesi." (Feast upon the spoils while I feast upon my queen.)

Jon narrowed his eyes, unsure of what he said before he was pulled down on Drogo's cock. Jon yelped while he was fucked rough while the people watched and even cheered for their king and queen. Jon was bounced on his cock in desperate succession while Drogo nibbled on his shoulder. Tears of ecstasy and pain rolled down Jon's face while his cunt was pounded. "Alpha.." Jon moaned while gripping the table.

"Catch ha anna, tih khaleesi." (Catch for me, my queen.) Drogo moaned, trying to will a pregnancy.

"If he doesn't get pregnant soon I am going to lose it." Viserys snarled. "Danny he is insufferable, not catching yet."

"Don't suspect he hasn't yet brother," she mused, "I suspect vanilla will soon waft from his scent glands. Look at the way he is carrying himself while his mate mounts him. He is subconsciously holding a hand on his belly, that is a sign of a pregnancy. Drogo is willing Jon to catch, telling his mate to carry. I doubt this is the first time he has done so, I'm sure his body has accepted it all and he is coming to a point where he is swelling with his mate's seed. I doubt he isn't pregnant, some omegas will end a heat early after they catch, others will finish it out. I believe he is in fact pregnant."

Viserys cocked his head curious about the response she gave, narrowing his eyes he soon noticed Jon's hand rested on his abdomen. He felt himself growing hard watching his pounding. He had always wanted an omega under him for pleasure, when he found his nephew was in fact an omega he had hoped they would rein and he could take the boy as his mate to carry on the family line. It was in fact a tragedy when Robert and the others tried to end their family line for good.

"You do believe the boy is pregnant?"

"As much as I know fire won't burn me, I know he is carrying." She stated as she crossed her arms. "Just wait brother, you will smell it soon on the boy."

"I better, or I will not be pleased." Viserys growled. "I better see him swelling with a pup soon."

"I wonder brother, when you become king of the seven kingdoms, will you allow his child to rein as heir?"

"Certainly not. I won't kill the half wild creature, but only my seed will succeed the crown. I'll never kill Jon's pups, but I have rules and he will listen to them. Or he will learn who he should listen to."

Daenerys frowned, she wanted to protect her nephew, she already felt selling him to the Dothraki men was already too far.

Jorah was staying close to Jon, it hurt him to watch Jon be ravaged the way he was. It was dangerous, the boy was still young and he feared he would not manage a pregnancy well. He was only 17, still a pup in so many ways. Yet Jorah wanted to love him, wanted to have him for himself. Save him from the family who sold him.

No matter what his job was to protect Jon first, and protect what Jon was and wanted.

He didn't know if Jon truly wanted any of this, but after a few days of being in heat with Drogo he seemed to be calmer. Seemed to be less fearful of Drogo but he still very much feared Viserys.

Jorah would stand by him till his dying day and never touch him if he didn't wish for it, but he certainly wanted him. Wanted to please the omega and take him away from those who were hurting him.

He was waiting for a reply from Lord Varys, he wanted to get Jon out of this situation as quickly as he possibly could. He also knew taking him in the middle of Drogo's territory would also be a mistake.

The next week was a continual pounding for Jon, Drogo's people watched Jon be fucked while Drogo went through his rut and Jon finished up his heat.