*ITALICS = DOTHRAKI*
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It took several days for Ser Barristan and Jorah to catch up to the khalaser. During that time, Ser Barristan gagged Jorah Mormont. He was in no mood to hear whatever drivel Jorah was going to spew from his mouth. Ser Barristan was angry that someone would put his Khaleesi in harm's way. He only hoped that when the time came, Rhaesa would let him take Mormont's head.
When they arrived at the Dothraki camp, everyone was surprised to see Jorah bound and gagged. As they neared the Khal's tent, Doreah went running inside to inform Rhaesa about what was going on.
"Khaleesi, Ser Barristan has returned with Ser Jorah bound and gagged."
"So, Ser Barristan caught him after all."
Daenerys was in the tent with her sister and looked at her, confused, "What are you talking about, Rhae?"
"Ser Barristan was suspicious of Jorah and followed him to Qohor. Apparently, Ser Barristan found out something unpleasant. Come, Dany, let's go find out what's going on."
Rhaesa, Dany, and Irri stepped out of the tent. The minute they stepped out, Ser Barristan forced Jorah to his knees in front of Rhaesa.
Rhaesa stares at Jorah. Violet's eyes are boring into blue eyes. He flinches and turns away, "So, Ser Barristan was correct, you are a spy for the Usurper."
Daenerys looked at Rhaesa, alarmed, "That can't be true, Rhae."
"I saw it with my own eyes, Princess," Ser Barristan said.
"I thought you were a man from the North, Ser Jorah, where is your honor?"
"I lost my honor, Khaleesi."
"Clearly. And you were hoping that by telling Robert that I am with child and getting me assassinated, you would somehow regain that honor?"
Jorah didn't say anything. By this time, Drogo and his bloodriders had come to see what was going on. Irri told the Khal what was going on. She began to interpret what Rhaesa was saying to Jorah. Drogo became filled with rage; he made his way over to Jorah and picked him up by the throat.
*How dare you endanger my queen and my child, you piece of shit. I shall have your head for this!*
Drogo started squeezing Jorah's neck until he started turning blue. But Rhaesa laid a hand on Drogo's arm, gaining his attention. He looked down at her with a questioning gaze.
*Please, husband, let me deal with this.*
Drogo thought for a moment then dropped Jorah, who was gasping for breath and rubbing his throat. Rhaesa kneels in front of him, "I understand that the North values honor above all else, Ser Jorah, is that true?"
Jorah can only nod.
"Then, I shall give you a chance to regain your honor. Bend the knee and swear allegiance to me, and I shall forgive your transgressions."
After Irri translated for Drogo, he, Ser Barristan, and Daenerys stared at Rhaesa in disbelief. Rhaesa lifted Jorah's head and looked him straight in the eyes, "That is if you survive your punishment."
With that, Rhaesa ordered, Rakharo and the bloodriders to beat Jorah within an inch of his life. The bloodriders looked to their Khal for approval, Drogo smirked and nodded. Instantly Rakharo and the Bloodriders descended on Jorah like vultures on a carcass. Jorah put up a valiant effort to fight back but was overwhelmed. They did exactly as their Khaleesi had ordered and beat Jorah almost to death.
When it was over, and Jorah was left a bloody mess on the ground, Rhaesa kneeled again, "Now you are forgiven, Ser Jorah. Betray me again, and I will have you drawn and quartered," Rhaesa turned to her servants, "Make sure he doesn't bleed to death, but that's all. He must be left to heal on his own."
With that, Rhaesa and Drogo walked into their tent. Ser Barristan helped Jorah stand and led him back to the tent they occupied along with Irri and Jhiqui. Ser Barristan half carried, half dragged Jorah away.
"You're lucky, filth, had the Khaleesi been anything like her father, she would have had you burned alive."
When Ser Barristan got to their tent, he dropped Jorah on his bed like a sack of potatoes, then spit on him, "So much for the honor of the North," Then walked out to take his watch outside Rhaesa's tent.
Inside the tent, Drogo pulled Rhaesa into his arm and held her close. He kissed the top of her head and sighed, *Why did you give him a second chance?*
*Because I don't believe Ser Jorah is a bad man. He is homesick and desperately wants to be pardoned for his crimes. But above all, Jorah wants his honor back, and he doesn't know how to do that. I think the Usurper is only using him. Robert would never have pardoned him. From what I've heard from Ser Barristan, and my sister, what he did was unforgivable, at least in the eyes of Ned Stark and the North. Robert would never have contradicted his best friend.*
Drogo ran his finger along Rhaesa's cheek, *You have a soft heart, wife.*
*No, I don't, I am going to use Jorah to get information from Westeros. Let him continue to give his reports to Lord Varys, but he will be giving them false information. I know this deception won't work for long, but maybe long enough to find out what is going on in my homeland.*
*Very clever, wife, using their spy against them.*
Rhaesa beamed up at her husband, *I'm glad you approve.*
*Do you think Jorah will survive?*
*I do not doubt that he will. The Mormonts are stubborn people; he won't die without a fight. Their words are not 'Here We Stand' for nothing.*
Drogo began kissing Rhaesa's jaw and neck, making his way up to her ear, *And what are your words, little wife?* Drogo whispered in Rhaesa's ear.
She moaned at feeling his hot breath, *Fire and Blood.*
Drogo picked up Rhaesa, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her to the bed. Laying her down gently, Drogo began to undress his wife, *You set fire to my blood, little wife,* He said as he began to kiss down her body.
Rhaesa moaned and writhed underneath Drogo. Drogo caressed her body and slowly slid his finger between her folds. He gathered her wetness on his finger and pulled his hand away. Curious, Drogo licked his finger and moaned.
*You taste sweet, little wife,* He smirked at her and positioned himself between Rhaesa's legs, *I must taste you.*
The flat of his tongue swept up her outer lips once, and Rhaesa let out a cry of pleasure, this encouraged him further, his magical tongue pushing inside her and then up to her clitoris. Circling around and around, he used the tip of his tongue to tease Rhaesa to climax.
As Rhaesa felt herself build, she mourned the loss of his mouth on her; he removed his face from between her thighs just as Rhaesa was about to tip over. Looking down, she saw that he was staring up at her, and their eyes locked. He dared her to look away as his head descended again. She watched as his tongue came out of his mouth and plunge inside of her. It aroused Rhaesa something terrible; she quivered out the start of her orgasm, the muscles in her thighs and stomach tightening as she reached higher and higher.
Rhaesa's moans and cries were more audible as Drogo worked faster and applied more pressure to her clitoris. As she tripped over the edge of her climax, he plunged his tongue into Rhaesa's channel and licked up her juices that slipped out of her. Once he had licked every wet drop that has escaped, he crawled on top of her, supporting his weight on his elbows. He kissed Rhaesa thoroughly, and she could taste her flavor on his lips; it was intoxicating.
Drogo rubbed his cockhead against her soft pink folds, up and down, against her clit, back to her ass as she quivered. He repeated this several times until her entire body had broken out in a sheen of sweat. She panted and clawed at the furs. Drogo thrust his cock into Rhaesa with a low growl. Her flesh resisted only momentarily before giving way completely. Drogo buried himself to the hilt inside her wet heat. Their flesh slid against one another, hot and slick with sweat. Her softness surrendered to his unyielding hardness. He almost couldn't breathe for pleasure.
"Ooh," She sighed when his cock reached that tender spot deep inside.
*You're mine,* The words came from Drogo's mouth in a guttural, savage voice.
Drogo watched as he withdrew his cock, the juices so thick and wet he was riveted by the evidence of her heavy arousal. Knowing how aroused she was for him encouraged Drogo further, and he plunged into her, ravenous and greedy, filling her from root to tip.
Their animal smell scented the air around them, a thick, pungent aroma of sex. Drogo could feel she was stretched as far as possible, almost too far, so perfectly tight. He drove his cock in and out, unable to stop himself from pushing her to the limit, to take as much as he could, as hard as he could. Her mouth was open, and her breathing was rapid, moans erupting from every thrust.
Drogo was wild with the knowledge that he could do this to her, impact such an unabashedly sensual woman. The tilt of her ass heightened the friction of her sex, and when her hips began to undulate, her core clenching, He knew she was close to coming. Drogo pounded his raging cock into her harder and faster, grasping her hips to immobilize her, his hips bucking. She shrieked as the climax shuddered through her body from head to toe.
Drogo's arousal was mounting inside until finally, without warning, his climax charged up, and he lost all control. Spent, Drogo almost collapsed on top of Rhaesa, his body quivering in aftershocks, his mouth dry as he tried to catch his breath. She reached up and cupped his face, smiling.
Still buried deep inside his wife, Drogo leaned down to kiss her. *I love you, Moon of My Life.*
*I love you My Warrior Love.*
Drogo slowly pulled out and laid down behind Rhaesa. He wrapped his arms around her belly and kissed her head. She snuggled back against him as he pulled the furs over them. Slowly her eyes closed, and Rhaesa drifted off to sleep.
The next afternoon the Khalaser were ready to move out, giving Ser Barristan enough time to rest. As they began their long journey once again, Ser Jorah rode at the back of the Khalaser dying of agony. No one paid him any attention, and no one helped him.
As they traveled, Rhaesa made sure that her dragon eggs were safe in the satchel she wore across her shoulder. She would always check to make sure they weren't damaged, and Dany would do the same thing with her eggs. Every night when they would stop, Rhaesa would clean the eggs and place them in the coals to incubate them. And every morning she would caress them then put the eggs back in her satchel.
One morning when Rhaesa reached for the black egg, she noticed a difference. The Once semi-smooth texture of the egg had changed, now it was rougher. Rhaesa ran her hand down the egg and hissed; the egg had cut her palm open. She began to bleed quite a bit, placing the egg back on the coals, Rhaesa didn't notice that her blood had dripped on the other two eggs. There was a hissing sound, and the eggs absorbed the blood into the shells like a sponge.
Rhaesa looked around to make sure no one was close by. She then brought forth her healing power and healed her injury. What Rhaesa didn't notice was that the eggs began to glow faintly, reacting to her magic. Once her cut had healed, Rhaesa carefully picked up the eggs and placed them in her satchel. She then exited the tent so that she could break her fast with Daenerys and, unfortunately, Viserys. As they were served, Viserys instantly noticed that Rhaesa was not eating horse meat, but rabbit instead.
"Why do you get, rabbit, and I have to eat this filth?"
"Because, brother, horse meat doesn't agree with me right now. If it did, I would be eating it as well."
"Well, I want the same thing you're having, tell them to serve me some as well."
"No, Viserys, that food is only for Rhaesa and her baby, be glad the Dothraki feed you at all," Daenerys tells her brother.
"How dare you talk back to me, you little slut! Do you want to wake the dragon?"
Daenerys looks Viserys right in the eyes, "You are no dragon."
Viserys lunged for Dany, but Dany was quicker and pulled a knife on him, Viserys cringed, "You will not threaten or come at me again. Or I will kill you. I was taught to handle a knife just as well as a bow and sword."
Viserys nods dumbly. He gets up and walks away. Rhaesa looks at her sister and smiles, "Very good, Dany, I'm glad you stood up to that little shit. Who taught you to wield a knife?"
Daenerys smiled sadly as she looked over to where Jorah sat alone nursing his wounds, "Ser Jorah did," Dany looks at her older sister, "Do you think we can ever trust him again?"
"We might; he'll have to earn back our trust. I'm giving him the opportunity; it's up to him if he wants to take it."
Dany nods.
After breaking their fast, Ser Barristan helps Rhaesa and Daenerys onto their horses, and the khalaser head out, following Drogo and his bloodriders. Drogo made sure that Rhaesa was kept in the middle of everyone so that she was well protected. Throughout the day, Drogo would make his way back to where Rhaesa was to check on her.
*Are you well, Moon of My Life?*
Rhaesa smiled at her husband, *Yes, My Warrior Love, I am doing fine. You need not worry about me.*
Drogo reached out and caressed her cheek, *I will always worry about you and our son.*
She kissed his palm. He smiled at Rhaesa and rode off back to the front of the Khalaser.
At the end of their long day, the Khalaser set up camp and began preparing for the night. Once the tent was set up, Doreah and Irri set up a bath for Rhaesa. After having her supper with Drogo and the others, Rhaesa came into the tent. She carefully placed each dragon egg into the hot coals to keep them warm. Rhaesa got undressed and got in the bath; her servants helped her bathe. Once she had washed off the grime from the day of travel, Rhaesa asked to be left alone so that she could enjoy her bath in peace. Rhaesa leaned back against the tub and closed her eyes, slowly she began to fall asleep.
She was startled awake by the sounds of whispering. At first, Rhaesa couldn't make out what was being said, but slowly the whispers became louder until she finally heard it.
**Mother.**
Rhaesa looked around, wondering where the voice came from. She shrugged and settled back in the water. Then Rhaesa heard the voice again.
**Mother, can you hear us mother?**
"Hello?"
**Mother!** Rhaesa suddenly heard three distinct voices happily calling her.
Rhaesa slowly got out of the tub, she wrapped a towel around her and looked around, "Where are you? Why do you call me, Mother?"
**Because you are our mother. We're right here, Mother, come closer.**
Rhaesa suddenly realized that the voices were coming from the direction of the dragon eggs. She walked closer towards the eggs. Reaching out a shaky hand, Rhaesa picked up the black egg.
"Are, are you the dragons?"
**Yes, Mother, it's us!** The little dragons chirped happily in their eggs.
Rhaesa stared at the egg in her hand, "Oh my Kami!"