It had been a long day of riding for the khalasar. The sun was particularly hot, leaving the land dry, and air full of sand from the horses' feet. Daenerys' legs almost gave out as she dismounted her silver. She could even feel the coat of dust covering her from head to toe. Fortunately, Irri was already preparing a bath in her tent.
Daenerys was only 20 weeks pregnant but she was feeling as if she were due the next day. She happily sank down into the bath, letting out a moan as the water loosened all of her muscles. Her head against the tub, she dreamed of the days when she could ride with little pain, no small bump in her way. After what seemed like minutes, Dany was shaken awake, not realizing she had fallen asleep.
"This is exactly what I want to come back to after a long fucking ride," Drogo said, "now get up before you drown my son." He laughed. Dany rolled her eyes at him and shook her head, "Leave your Khaleesi alone, she's been hard at work lately—creating your son AND riding all day, every day." She closed her eyes again.
"Oh no, you don't," Drogo said and lifted her easily from the bath. "Hey! Put me back, Drogo!" she cried to little avail. He dropped her onto the bed, still dripping from the bath. "What do you think—" she gasped. He smirked at her, "Relaxing my tired Khaleesi." He hovered over her and leaned down to kiss her, only briefly. Next, he placed a small kiss on her growing bump. "Fine, this is better than the bath…" she gave in.
Drogo moved to quickly suck each of her nipples. Daenerys was about to ask for more when he began moving south, again trailing down her bump, stopping for a minute to lick her belly button. "Drogo…" But he kept moving. She shifted her thighs, eagerly welcoming him as he kissed lower. He finally reached her wet center and she moaned as his tongue worked diligently.
Eventually, she grabbed his braid, making him look up to her. "I want you now." She said. He grinned back to her and quickly slid his pants off, revealing he clearly wanted her too. Daenerys sat up and quickly straddled his lap. He guided himself into her easily. He kissed along her neck and breasts as she began working herself against his hips. She could feel him pulsing and he her. After a few minutes of her slow rocking, he grabbed her hips and took controlling, thrusting faster and harder each time. She began crying out, knowing anyone walking past would hear—she didn't care, she was proud of her Khal.
Daenerys dug her nails into Drogo's shoulders as she came. He groaned into her neck, his hot breath causing her to shiver. He slipped out of her but she pulled him to lie down next to her, her head on his chest. It was her turn to grin up at him, "You can relax me anytime."