The Khal and Khaleesi of Westeros

Chapter II

When we departed for our next stop, it was Daenerys who helped me onto my horse, not Drogo. Daenerys rode by my side, leaving only once to talk to Ser Jorah and when we reached camp, Daenerys helped me down. "Daenerys." I whisper as I take his blistered hands. He looked weak, most likely unused to riding such distances on horseback. "Come." I led him to our tent which had my tools to help him.

Drogo had complained that I didn't 'lay with my husband' every night but it was a nice thing. There were nights when I would teach him the language he would have to grow accustomed to. Other nights, I would listen to him read in the common tongue the stories and histories Daenerys would have grown up with. And there were nights when the village would have to listen as I shared pleasures with my husband.

I was careful as I bandaged my husband's hands and I hummed a little lullaby. Drogo was helping Daenerys adjust to becoming Khal, and he was grateful that I was by his side to help. I have found with increasing frequency, that when I haven't much to do, I gaze at my husband. Studying him as though I would find something I hadn't found before. I hesitated for a moment after Daenerys caught me looking at him.

"What is it?" He asks me and I let out a little sigh as my eyes drop for only a moment before they're trained back onto his again. "No one has ever helped me beside Drogo." I whisper as I stroke the skin on the back of his hand. "It's 'besides', my dear." Daenerys corrects me softly and I smile. We were sort of teaching each other it seemed. I taught him Dothraki and he taught me the common tongue.

"And I will always be here to help you, My Khaleesi." He promises me and I look at him. His Kahleesi. I smile a little. "And I will always be your Khaleesi. As long as you'll have me." I whisper in Dothraki. He seems to pick up a little. Words like Always, as long as, and Khaleesi. I pressed kisses to his skin before I slung my leg over his hips. I exposed his cock to me and when I rode it, the village listened.

It seemed like minutes until we finished but by the light of the candles, it must have been hours. And when we finished, I snuggled into Daenerys' side. I pressed kisses to his chest and dozed. Even when Drogo came in and Daenerys covered me up, I felt pleased. Even if my brother wasn't happy, even if Daenerys didn't love me and was only under me because I was the Queen he married, I was complete.

I didn't need Daenerys to love me back...because I loved him. The next morning, when my ladies tended to my own blisters, I stared at the Dragon eggs that lay in their box. "Have you ever seen a dragon?" I asked the room, an odd absence in my voice I couldn't quite place. I hadn't seen my husband since last night after Drogo came to our tent. Perhaps that was why my mind felt foggy and my heart heavy.

"Dragon gone, Khaleesi." One of my Dothraki girls says, practicing her common tongue. Just as I was now. "Everywhere? Even in the East?" I question as I shake my head, long curls falling down my back. She nods as I look down at her. "No dragon. Brave men kill them." She says looking up at me. There seemed to be something about my face because she looked at me with kind eyes. I shiver a little, shrugging the coat up a little.

It smelt like Daenerys, and my attention was taken off of it as the girl working on my left hand started speaking. Her common tongue was far more fluent than any of the four women in the tent, myself included. Apparently, a trader from Qarth told her that dragons come from the moon. He had told her that the moon was an egg and that there were once two moons in the sky. But one wandered too close to the sun and cracked from the heat.

And out of the crack poured a thousand thousand dragons and they drank the sun's fire. The girl on my right hand tittered a little at the story. "Moon is no egg. Moon is Goddess, wife of Sun." She states and I stare at the eggs. I shake my head and look at the two women. "Leave me with her." I ordered them, my Dothraki elegant and beautiful. And they do as I command. Then it was just me and her.

"Why did the traders from Qarth tell you these stories?" I questioned her and she shook her head, stating that it was just because men like to talk when they're happy. I listen to her story. How at nine her mother sold her to a pleasure house that Viserys Targarean saved her from. She didn't touch a man for three years after she was sold, by that point, she had had her 12th name day. Because first, you must learn.

I hesitated for a moment before I looked down. "Can you teach me how to make the Khal happy?" I whisper, her head shooting to look at me. I sigh and pull my hands to my body. "My whole life, I was taught to make people happy. And now my husband cannot bear the sight of me." I sob, burying my head into my hands, unaware that both my brother and my husband were listening to the conversation.

"That is not true, my Khaleesi." She says as I shake my head. "I know he is now Khal and he has important things to do, but..." I stopped, biting my lip as my eyes returned to a focus point. The dragon eggs. "But you wished your husband would fuck you rather than you fucking him." She states and I look down at her. I sighed and shook my head. I felt stupid admitting it and I refused that I would admit it.

"No, everything is fine, you may go now." I tell her. She reaches out to me and I pull away from her, going and hiding under the many furs on my bed. It was very late that night when Daenerys finally returned to me. I lay there when he entered, unmoving and I could see something finally dawn upon him. I had been taught that men took what they wanted. It was entirely a man's job to do the fucking.

"Tonight...I would look...upon your face." Daenerys whispered to me in Dothraki, roughly grabbing my hips and pulling me to him. I let out a moan, the roughness feeling familiar and strangely kind. "Darling, it's 'tonight I would like to look upon your face'." I whisper back and he hums before wrapping one hand around my throat. Proving his dominance. His other hand tore my dress before it worked off his own pants.

He had quickly grown accustomed to the Dothraki style of no shirts. Roughly, he slammed himself into me. I cried out loudly, each thrust bringing a new moan from my mouth. "I am sorry I have not treated you right, my Khaleesi. Let me fix my error." He says, thrusting harder. And when I finally came it was with a loud screaming moan that seemed to shake everything. He continued until my next orgasm where he joined me.

Our moans were bright and harmonious. "I'm sorry, my Khaleesi." Daenerys whispered to me and I smiled up at him. I brushed the bright white locks that were clumped with sweat off his brow. I laugh as I lean my head back. "Don't be sorry. I can feel that you need to come again." I whispered to him and it was his turn to chuckle at that. "Is it that obvious?" He questions and I giggle before I lift my hips.

He moaned a little at my half-thrust as I took him down so that he was on his back. I lifted my hips and brought them back down, my cunt making loud sloppy noises as I rode him. Daenerys placed his hands on my hips and began thrusting up into me. My head fell back as my hands found their way to his chest, giving me leverage. And this was how it went. A night of orgasms while we switched until it was just me, laying there while Daenerys took me over and over.

And I had never felt more alive than when I finally passed out. Knowing Daenerys will protect me.