AN: Hello there! Thanks so much for all the follows, favourites and reviews. They really made my day during exams, which are now over so you guys deserve a new chap! So there is smut in this one, hoorah, something which I'm an amateur with so I hope it isn't completely cringe-worthy. Enjoy!

Chapter Warnings: violence, dub-con, barebacking.

Kurt stared at his reflection in the mirror wondering where everything went wrong. Except that he knew when things got out of hand, he just wished he had the foresight to stop it.

Rachel, his new handmaiden, was applying oils to his hair to remove it from his face while speaking to him in a bastardized version of the Valyrian of the Free Cities of Essos. Speaking wasn't the word for it though. Rachel was openly envious and ranting that he was engaged to the Khal – a sad thing in itself because he had not even said a word to the Khal yet. He knew nothing about him, except that his name was Blaine and he was the leader of a khalasar full of thousands who'd do anything for him.

Burt arrived minutes after the welcome and Kurt felt himself physically calm. He began pointing out the various other khals and people to note. Kurt found that he got lost through all the names being called and let Burt's talking be a calming buzz in his ears.

"- and that man over there is Ser Adam." That caught his attention immediately.

Knights belonged in the Seven Kingdoms, working under the king or so. He became curious as to why Ser Adam was so far away from his duty but did not find it appropriate to ask. Perhaps at another time, he thought.

His wandering eyes were again drawn to the Khal – Blaine.

"Do you see his braid, brother?"

At Seb's words Kurt strained to see at the back of the Khal's head. There was a braid, long and immaculate and falling down past his back and all the way to the back of his thighs.

"You see how long it is? When Dothraki are defeated in battle they cut off their braid in disgrace so everyone will know of their shame. Khal Blaine has never lost a fight."

That reassured Kurt not one bit. If the man was a veteran in fights, then he surely wouldn't let Kurt escape easily. He needed to get Seb to stop the insanity.

"I want to go home." He sounded whiny to his own ears.

"Home?" Seb's glare at the word was icy, "We have no home, if you've lacked to notice. We have been living with the Magister for years because the Usurper ran us out of our home like dogs. He took our home! How are we, then, to go home, dearest brother, if we do not go back to claim our home with the Khal's army?"

Kurt felt properly chastised in front of all these people. His brother's gaze bore down on him. He glanced away and saw Burt looking sadly in their direction. He would have to talk to the man later, if Seb got off his high pedestal and allowed him to, which was unlikely.

Seb was still looking at him expectantly. Kurt's answering "I don't know," Was weak and unsure. He hated that he lacked the confidence to defend himself from his brother's constant abuse.

"Precisely," Seb sounded amused, "You don't know. The only way for us to go home is with an army, brother. With the Khal's army. I'd let his whole khalasar fuck you if that was what it would take. You're fortunate it's only the Khal. Now I'll hear no more of your complaining."

"You're not the one being subjected to this." The words were out of his mouth before he had a chance to think them through.

He had no time to apologize though, for hands found themselves around his throat gripping tightly and blocking the air passage. "What did you say?" Every word was emphasized in Seb's anger.

Kurt gripped feebly at Seb's hands to remove them. It was no use. His knees grew week and he could feel his face purpling. Then there was a cry of pain, but it was not from him because he found himself on the ground gasping for breath and writhing. Seb was on the ground also, clutching his arm in pain. One of the Khal's bloodriders stood above him, his figure imposing above Seb's fragile one.

Burt came then and pulled him away.

"Your brother needs to learn his place now that you're the Khal's to be. The Khal's really protective of those which are his own. Come now, we need to prepare you for the wedding. I bought these handservants to care for you and I'd like to introduce them to you."

Through all that, Kurt had yet to interact with Blaine. He was a mystery, the Khal, and Kurt knew that he knew not enough of Valyrian to even keep a conversation with him. That's why he had Brody, a male servant of his, to teach him the Dothraki language.

His third servant was another man, by the name of Chandler, who was supposedly going to tutor him in the arts of sex. The thought itself made him blush and Kurt figured that was exactly why he needed Chandler.

"Why the Khal couldn't find khaleesi in his khalasar, I don't know. He need to be different, chooses a man who is not even Dothraki. It is unheard of."

"Rachel, leave the Khaleesi alone."

Kurt was grateful for Chandler's sudden appearance. He spoke much better Valyrian than Rachel did, and Kurt wondered if he was fully a Dothraki. He did not share their tanned complexions, his skin tone leaning closer to Kurt's own.

Kurt also wondered about the term 'khaleesi'. From what he gathered it was the wife of the Khal. It was obvious though, that he was not a woman. He hoped that they took the word to mean husband of the khal in this case, otherwise he wasn't sure he'd be completely fine with it. Then again he was not at all fine with a lot of the things happening, so why should this be any different?

Rachel finished with his hair without another word, shot him a glare, and walked out of the room. Kurt let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding. He wasn't sure how he was going to manage to deal with the girl, but it'd be rude to just send her away after Burt had gone through the trouble to get her.

"You should tell the Khal about her, Khaleesi. No one should talk down to you like that." Chandler was sitting down next to him suddenly, staring at him with wide green eyes.

"Why do you call me that – Khaleesi?" He looked away as he said it, "I haven't even married… Blaine… as of yet," And I wish I didn't have to, "so it's not official." And I wish it never would be.

Chandler moved to closer to him, placing his hands on Kurt's shoulders and giving him a quick shake. "Look at yourself, Khaleesi. You are strong and beautiful and you are going to be on the Khal's right side in no more than a day. It is your honour to be called Khaleesi."

He spoke as if Kurt wanted this, but Kurt decided not to argue. Chandler was trying to cheer him up and he was grateful, as little cheering that it actually gave to him.

Chandler took the small smile on Kurt's face to be agreement and jumped up, clapping his hands together excitedly. "Now we have to plan what you're wearing for the Khal. Your wedding is tomorrow after all and you must look your best!"

o~O~o~O~o~O~o

The wedding was not what Kurt expected.

Granted, Kurt had low expectations for the proceedings, but the events were out of his range of imagination.

The khalasar in its entirety was present: warriors, women, children and slaves. They had set up camp outside of the Pentos city limits to attend the wedding, the Pentoshi surprisingly not putting up much of a fuss. Burt had provided his manse for the wedding, giving Kurt and Blaine an entire section.

Now they danced and played the drums in celebration of their marriage, the excitement and enjoyment almost tangible and completely opposite to Kurt's feeling of dread and loneliness.

He was sitting beside the Khal, but they spoke not to each other. Blaine would shout out in Dothraki to his bloodriders and the people of the khalasar, laughing at the replies he got, but the words all flew over Kurt's head.

Seb sat below him –a fact he was no doubt raging about, the King of the Seven Kingdoms under a lowly Dothraki of all people - along with Ser Adam and Burt. Kurt had tried numerous times to get Burt's attention, but to no avail. Ever since he introduced Kurt to his servants Burt had been avoiding him. Kurt assumed that Seb had given Burt orders not to speak to him, as he saw Burt looking at him as if he wanted to talk to him.

Kurt didn't want to get Burt into any trouble so he stopped trying to initiate conversation, but now he was going slightly crazy at not being able to talk to anyone.

Sebastian was talking to Burt though, about Seb's favorite topic as of late: how Kurt was going to get Seb an army and how Seb was going to obliterate the Usurper with it and take his rightful place on the Iron Throne. Seb was not someone Kurt even wanted to attempt to have a conversation with.

"You'll get your army soon enough," Burt said complacently, "After, of course, the Khal has carried Kurt to Vaes Dothrak and introduced him to the women of the dosh khaleen." Seb was anything but happy by that.

The morning changed into afternoon and the killings began. One dothraki took an axe from another, his head flying off and rolling away. The second dothraki was then killed by another who plunged a sword through his chest. Kurt felt sick, averting his eyes, feeling worse as Blaine beside him cheered at the senseless killing.

"It's tradition, Kurt," Seb turned to say to him, a cruel smile on his face at Kurt's disgust, "A Dothraki wedding is seen as a dull affair unless three or more people have died."

Then his wedding was seemingly an exciting one because five more people died after the first two.

Evening fell. It was time for the people of the khalasar to bring him gifts. They brought him silks and jewels and slippers and robes and Kurt thanked them all with as much sincerity as he could muster for they had done him no wrongs.

Burt came up next, holding an old, withered brown case and offering it to Kurt. Kurt opened it warily and gasped. Inside contained three large scaly eggs resting atop a cloth. They each glimmered and glinted in the last of the sunlight. He picked up one carefully – it was heavier than he expected, weighing more than that of a large sword. He returned it beside the others and closed the case, eyes watering as he looked up at Burt.

"Dragons eggs from the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai," Burt said by way of explanation.

Kurt placed them on his lap. "I'll treasure them always, Burt." Dragons were extinct, so this was truly a rare and wonderful gift.

Blaine got up then, walking away and returned, leading a rich, deep chestnut coloured filly. Kurt gasped again, taking in the horse, his own. He walked over and trailed his fingers through the filly's mane.

"She's beautiful," he said, not knowing much else to say.

"She's the pride of the khalasar," explained Ser Adam. "And chestnut colored, for your hair. A Khaleesi must have a mount that is worthy of her place by the Khal. It's custom."

Blaine came then, lifting Kurt onto the filly's saddle. He grabbed the reins and looked around, hoping someone would explain what was expected of him.

"You must ride," Burt was his saving grace, "you do not have to go far."

Kurt drove the filly into a trot, not looking back as the horse picked up speed. Riding seemed to be a comfort to him, and he was sure it'd be something to look forward to during his life in the khalasar.

Kurt turned the horse around after a good distance, returning to the festivities and back to his lonliness.

o~O~o~O~o~O~o

They left the wedding as night came upon the horizon. Kurt held on feebly as the horse galloped beneath him, Blaine on his horse in front of them, carrying them to where, he didn't know. What he did know was that it was his wedding night and something he absolutely did not want to happen was likely to.

A few minutes passed and they stopped, Blaine hopping off the horse and pulling Kurt off afterwards. They were at a grassy outlook near a small stream, but Kurt had little time to appreciate the scenery before Blaine stepped behind him and began to undress him.

The tears came unbidden as his tunic fell. Blaine's hands ghosted across his torso , far gentler than Kurt thought him capable of, but still very unwelcome. A small whimper escaped him and Blaine turned him to face him.

"No," he said as his hand brushed away one of Kurt's stray tears, which in turn caused the tears to fall worse.

"You speak the Common Tongue?" Kurt asked in wonder.

"No," Blaine repeated, and Kurt assumed that was one of the few words he knew.

His tears stopped. He did not want to cry anymore. He would just do his duty here, allow the Khal to take him, and go on. He'd please Blaine and then Seb would get his army and they could leave. Surely Seb wouldn't leave him after everything. I should not lie to myself. Of course he would. He would need to accept his fate if he was to continue life with his sanity intact. This was the first step.

Blaine's hands fell to Kurt's trousers and slipped them off easily. Blaine's hands wrapped around his flaccid cock and gave him a few firm tugs, twisting at the head and Kurt whimpered. He was getting hard, and he found he didn't care anymore. He'd give Blaine what he wanted and if he got pleasure during it then what was the harm.

Blaine continued in his ministrations, observing Kurt quietly. His other hand trailed up Kurt's stomach to his chest and circled his nipple before squeezing causing Kurt to groan. His hand was still on his cock and stroking harder now, the friction high but Kurt rocked into it, feeling his stomach twist as he became close. He felt more than heard the moans coming out of his own mouth, too focused on the feeling of Blaine touching him and how close he was to the edge – until Blaine removed his hands and stepped away.

Kurt wanted to cry in anguish – he was so, so close and needed to come badly. Blaine turned away though and began to disrobe himself. Kurt eyes followed every new layer of skin that Blaine revealed. Soon Blaine too was naked and he began to work at his braid, removing the bells and flowers entangled in it. He reached halfway then turned to look at Kurt expectantly and Kurt finished removing his braid until Blaine's hair was out and flowing on his back.

Blaine's mouth was on his then, hard and insistent and Kurt let himself be laid on the grass, opening his legs for Blaine to rest comfortably between them. Blaine was hard against him and Kurt moaned into the kiss, tugging on some of Blaine's locks, which in turn caused Blaine to groan and rut into him. They got into a stead rhythm, Blaine thrusting down and Kurt arching up, before Kurt felt wet fingers at his entrance.

"Blaine," he gasped at the intrusion. A finger worked its way inside of him, thrusting in and out without warning. It was unusual, but Kurt didn't have time to adjust to the feeling before it was moving inside of him and his initial discomfort turned to pleasure. Blaine added another finger soon after, twisting and stretching them inside Kurt, who worked himself over on them, then removed it.

Blaine positioned Kurt onto his hands and knees as he knew would happen – the Dothraki tradition and all. The fingers returned to his hole, slicking it up a bit with more of the oils Blaine brought with him, and then Blaine was slicking himself up and entering Kurt.

His cock was much bigger than the fingers and much longer and Kurt felt like he was splitting in half. Blaine, mercifully, just held on to Kurt's hips and rotated his own gently while he waited for Kurt to adjust.

He spared a few more moments and then fucked into Kurt, groaning as he did, abandoning all pretenses of gentleness to give into the bare, primal need. Kurt found himself pushing back, wanting to feel more of Blaine's cock inside of him, all pain giving way to pleasure. Blaine pulled Kurt's hips back with every thrust, going deeper than Kurt thought possible.

Kurt wasn't going to last long, already worked up from Blaine's hand on his cock only a few moments ago. Blaine's own hips were stuttering and the rhythm he'd held up was gone, his thrusts now jerky and uneven as he too became close. At one thrust the angle changed and Blaine hit something inside Kurt that caused him to whine out in pleasure, working himself back to achieve more of the feeling.

Blaine slowed, presumably to draw things out. Kurt was so close to the edge so grabbed his cock and tugged it in time with Blaine's movements. Sparks flew across his vision as he came with only a few more sharp tugs. His come dribbled down onto his hand and onto the grass beneath them, and Kurt felt his body go sensitive, Blaine coming into Kurt after half a dozen more thrusts.

He felt sticky and uncomfortable immediately after Blaine pulled out. His come was leaking out and Kurt was unsure of what happened now. Blaine was pulling all his clothes back on, not sparing a glance at Kurt. The dirty feeling spread from his ass throughout his whole body. Of course Blaine would dump him immediately afterwards, the worst thing was that Kurt couldn't leave now. They were married and Blaine was allowed to do that kind of thing.

Kurt decided to wash off in the stream, not staying long as the water was painfully cold on his already aching body. He dressed and found Blaine waiting for him by the horses, but with blankets laid out on the grass. Blaine thankfully didn't expect him to ride with the pain his body was feeling. He lay on the blankets and turned away from Blaine, tears drying on his cheeks, and dreamed of a world where they might have fallen in love and willingly gotten married.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed. Also, thanks to my lovely beta Ry, Nine-tailed Writer on here. I'm shamelessly advertising her fic, 'An All New High'. You should read it if you enjoy klaine and skank!kurt.

The next update of this fic will hopefully be up by next week.