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*Italics= Dothraki*

When Drogo gets Rhaesa back to the tent, he throws her on the pallet of furs. He grabs her trousers and yanks them off then removes her dress. Drogo leaves her lying there naked while he gets undressed. He comes back to the bed and tries to flip Rhaesa onto her stomach, Rhaesa fights him.

"No."

Drogo looks at her, stunned, then tries to flip her again.

"No."

*I will have you, woman.* Drogo tells Rhaesa

*And I will look you in the eyes when you do, husband.* Rhaesa tells him.

Drogo stops trying to flip Rhaesa over and stares at her. Rhae takes advantage and flips their position straddling his hips. She leans down and kisses him. Drogo stiffens then slowly starts to relax and follows her example.

Rhaesa starts kissing down his neck and chest, slowly making her way towards his member. Drogo gasps when he feels her wet tongue lick him from his abdomen down to his hip. She kisses his hip then looks up at him.

Drogo stares down at Rhaesa, wondering what she's going to do. His eyes widen when he sees her take his member into her mouth. Drogo groans when she begins to suck.

Rhaesa was nervous at the thought of pleasuring her husband, especially when she finally got a look at his member. He was long, thick, and throbbing. Rhaesa wondered how he ever fit inside her in the first place. But she was determined to make this work.

Rhaesa took the head of Drogo's cock in her mouth and began to suck. She grew more confident when she heard Drogo groan. She swirled her tongue around the ridge of his cock before releasing it, grabbing it with her hand to stroke it a few times.

The expression on Drogo's face was priceless. His eyes were wide with amazement and awe. He said nothing, just looked at Rhaesa as she worked him with both hands. She put his head in her mouth one more time, sucking on it, getting it nice and wet, and still, he didn't break his gaze.

Rhaesa climbed his cock slowly, looking to see if Drogo's expression would finally change. He dropped his head down to the bed and then looked at her again with an awed expression.

Drogo leaned back, and Rhaesa began grinding, feeling the ridge of his fat head rubbing her g-spot as she moved forward and backward, rubbing her clit and his mound. The whole time Rhaesa stared into Drogo's eyes.

Rhaesa leaned in to kiss him, to feel his soft lips pressed up against hers. The heat of his breath on her skin was orgasmic. Looking deep into his eyes, she grinds slowly, enjoying every inch of him — the feel of his body, the smell of his skin.

Drogo flipped Rhaesa on to her back and went deep between her legs. Her greedy pussy opened wide and sucked him in deep. Rhaesa's walls squeezed him as he filled her up from the bottom to the top, balls slapping her with each thrust. The scruff of his beard tickled Rhaesa's soft skin as he nibbled her ear.

Rhaesa swiveled her position, getting the upper hand again. She bounced and ground some more onto Drogo's cock as she braces herself on his chest. He gripped Rhaesa's waist, lifted her, and then forced her down hard on his cock. Rhaesa felt the muscles in Drogo's body tighten, and she knew he was ready to cum. Drogo started slamming her down on his cock even harder, causing Rhaesa to throw her head back and scream.

Rhaesa fell forward onto Drogo as he continued to thrust upwards into her chasing his release. Finally, he thrust one last time and held himself as he spilled his seed deep inside his Rhaesa. They lay there in silence while each recovers their breath. Drogo wraps his arms around his wife and holds her close. In all the times that he has been with a woman, Drogo has never known such pleasure as he had that night. It was a new experience, and he thoroughly enjoyed it.

Drogo noticed that Rhaesa's breathing has become more profound, and she's gone limp. He angles his head so that he can get a better look at his wife and notices that she has fallen asleep on top of him. He moves Rhaesa's white-blonde hair out of her eyes and stares at her beautiful face. Drogo thought back to the day he saw Rhaesa, the girl that the Beggar King had offered him as his bride was pretty enough, but there was a fire and fierceness in Rhaesa that Drogo could see in her violet eyes, and he had to have her. And he had been right. Seeing her fight that afternoon had stirred something within him, something more than lust, something more profound. Drogo smiles as Rhaesa cuddles more into him in her sleep. He reaches out for the furs to cover them, wraps his arms around Rhaesa, and goes to sleep.

The next morning, Rhaesa awakens she is surprised to find Drogo still in bed with her. Usually, he is long gone by the time she wakes up. Rhaesa feels his strong arms tighten around her and Drogo kisses her neck.

*Go back to sleep, little one, it's too early to be up.* Drogo tells her, *The sun has not yet risen.*

Rhaesa sighs and cuddles more into her husband. She quickly falls asleep. The next time she wakes up, it's to the feel of Drogo kissing his way down to her breasts and him grinding his morning wood into her thigh. Rhaesa moans when she feels Drogo's hot mouth closes around her nipple. Drogo licks and suckles on her nipple while he palms her other breast. Her cries and moans cause Drogo's cock to harden even more.

He lets go of her nipple then spreads her legs. Moving in between them, Drogo rubs his cock against her entrance then slowly enters her. Rhaesa cries out, feeling her husband stretch her; when Drogo his entirely sheathed inside her, he begins to rock his hips. He stares into Rhaesa's beautiful violet eyes as he slowly thrusts in and out of her. Rhaesa reaches up and cups his face, bringing him down into a kiss.

Drogo's thrusts become harder and faster. Rhaesa moans and wraps her legs around his waist, causing Drogo to groan as he sinks into his woman. Rhaesa feels her belly begin to tighten; sweat pours off of her as she gasps and moans. Drogo grunts and groans as he thrusts into her until finally the cord snap and Rhaesa screams. Drogo keeps her legs wrapped around his waist as he continues to pound into Rhaesa. He lets out a feral growl and spends himself inside of her. Catching himself before he collapses on top of her, Drogo slowly pulls out and rolls onto his back. He pulls Rhaesa into his arms and holds her close.

Rhaesa rests her head on his chest, listening to Drogo's steady heartbeat. Drogo ran his hand up and down Rhaesa's spine enjoying the feel of her softy creamy skin. With Drogo's soft caresses and the sound of his steady heartbeat, Rhaesa was lulled back to sleep.

The third time Rhaesa woke up, it was to the smell of roasted rabbit being brought into her tent by Irri and Jhiqui while Doreah was preparing Rhaesa's bath. They smiled at her when they saw her state of dress, "Good morning, Khaleesi, did you have and the Khal have a good night," Doreah asked with a smirk on her lips.

Rhaesa blushed, "Yes, we did; thank you," Rhaesa said, giving Doreah a meaningful look.

Doreah smiled, "You're welcome, Khaleesi."

Rhaesa put on her dressing gown and stood up. By this time, Rhaesa's bath was nice and hot. She got in a wooden tub and bathed with the help of Doreah and Irri while Jhiqui cleaned up. When she was finished with her bat, the girls helped Rhaesa dress and plaited her. When she was ready, Jhiqui served Rhaesa the rabbit and some hard-boiled quail eggs.

As Rhae ate her breakfast, she asked where her siblings were, "Your sister is with Jorah The Andal. They teach her sword and bow," Irri tells her Khaleesi.

"And my brother?"

Doreah sighed, "Complaining to Ser Barristan about not having his army yet."

Rhaesa shook her head, that's all Viserys did lately was whine and complain that Drogo was going in the opposite direction of Westeros.

When Rhaesa finished with her breakfast, she got up and checked on her dragon eggs. She smiled down at them and turned them over. Everyone thought that they were petrified, but Rhaesa knew better. She could sense the aura of the little dragons inside. They were developing slowly but steadily since the day that Illyrio gave them to her. All that was need was a catalyst to get the eggs to hatch.

After tending to the eggs, Rhaesa left her tent and went searching for Dany. She found Daenerys with Jorah, who was teaching her how to grip the sword and were working on her footwork. They were using the sword that Ser Barristan had brought for Rhaesa. Viserys sat nearby with a look of contempt on his face. Anytime Dany would make a mistake, Viserys would mock her.

"Leave her alone, Viserys, you were no better when you first began to learn to use a sword," Rhaesa said as she made her way towards the group. Rakharo at her side.

"She shouldn't be learning at all. Daenerys is a woman."

"That isn't for you to decide, Brother."

"Yes, it is; I am king."

"In Westeros, you may be king, here you are nothing but an outsider," Rhaesa told him.

Viserys bolted to his feet and got in Rhaesa's face, "And what are you, dear sister? Nothing but a Dothraki whore and broodmare."

Ser Barristan took a step forward when Rhaesa punched Viserys in the face. Viserys held his cheek and looked at his sister in shock and a little fearful. Rakharo snorted at the look on Viserys' face.

"I am Khaleesi, Viserys, a queen, and I will not tolerate you insulting Daenerys or me."

By this time, Dany and Jorah had stopped and been looking on. Dany had a worried look on her face, but Jorah smirked. He hadn't realized how formidable Rhaesa could be or how much of a temper she had. Across the way, Drogo had been sitting with his bloodriders and had seen the entire exchange. He nearly laughed when he saw his wife punch that pretentious brat in the face. Drogo was beginning to like this side of Rhaesa. He loved how her violet eyes shined with a fierce glow and how she held herself like the queen she is, his queen.

Once Viserys skulked away, Ser Barristan made his way over towards Rhaesa, "I hope you don't mind your sister using your sword, Khaleesi, but it was the only one light enough for her to wield."

"No, of course not, Ser Barristan, while Dany works with Jorah, you and I can work on my archery."

Ser Barristan chuckled, "After that display yesterday, I don't think you need much practice, Khaleesi."

"Then, I suppose we'll watch Dany practice."

Rhaesa went and sat down under a tree, while Ser Barristan and Rakharo stood on either side of her. Rhaesa watched her sister intently as Jorah explained the intricacies of swordplay to her. As she watched, Rhaesa thought of how proud she was of Daenerys. Gone was the timid little girl that would flinch anytime Viserys came near her, and in its place was a young woman growing in confidence. Rhaesa was proud of her sister and wanted to reward her. And what better way to reward a young dragon than with dragon eggs of her own. Rhaesa decided that she would let Dany pick from her clutch of dragon eggs whichever ones she wanted.

With that decided, Rhaesa clapped loudly when Daenerys and Jorah finished their lesson. Rhaesa stood up and made her way over towards her sister, "You did wonderfully, Dany."

Dany blushed, "Not as good as you, I'm afraid."

"The Khaleesi has been training since she was five, Princess. It is only natural her skills are greater. You will eventually become as good a swordswoman as the Khaleesi," Jorah tells her.

"Maybe even better than me," Rhaesa tells her baby sister.

"I doubt that, Sister."

Rhaesa laughs, she takes hold of her sister by the waist and leads her back to her tent. Ser Barristan, Rakharo, and Jorah follow behind, Dany smiles at her sister, "Where are we going, Rhae?"

Rhaesa squeezes her sister's waist, "I have a gift for you."

They enter the tent and walk up to the incubating dragon eggs. Rhaesa gestures towards the eggs, "Choose, I want you to have three of my dragon eggs."

Dany's eyes widen, "I couldn't possibly, Rhae, they're yours."

"Yes, they are, and I'm giving you three. Please, Dany, accept my gift."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, of course," Rhaesa says with a smile.

"Which ones should I choose?"

"Choose the ones that call to you."

"How do I do that?"

"Run your hands over them and feel, you'll feel a pull towards the ones that are calling you."

Suddenly Daenerys looks up at her sister, "They're not petrified, are they?"

"No, they're not."

"How do you know?"

"I can feel the pulse of life inside the eggs. They're slowly developing. The eggs only need a little push to hatch."

Dany smiled and walked over towards the eggs. She ran her hands over each egg slowly. The ones that called to her were the blue, silver, and pink eggs. She picked up each of those eggs and held them close, "These three, Rhae, I choose these three."

"Good, were you able to feel the magic in them?"

"Yes, it was strange, but I liked it."

"Now, there's one more thing I need you to do. I need you to have those eggs with you always. Do not leave them unattended, and when you're in your tent, place the eggs in the fire."

"Why, Sister?"

"Because, I think the dragons will bond with you more that way, and I don't trust Viserys not to steal them."

"You think he would?"

"Yes, I do, he's getting desperate. You can see it in his eyes, Viserys has the same look that father had; the madness is setting in. It won't be long before Viserys tries something."

Dany looked at her sister, horrified.

"Don't worry, Dany, we're well protected, and soon you'll be able to defend yourself. Now, let's get back to your lessons. I think it's time you learn to use a bow."

Daenerys nods, the girls gather the eggs place them in a bag they each had, blow out the candles, then go back outside to train.