A vision of the Dothraki (Oral)

A hand pressed itself against her bare stomach, she felt him press himself against her back. She closed her eyes, fighting to figure out what was real and what wasn't.

It was no longer cold, the sweltering heat of the desert had returned. She opened her eyes to the sound of moaning.

"Trying to help people will only hurt you," Kraznys voice whispered. A sharp pain stabbed at her heart, a vision of the Iron Throne danced across her mind.

She opened her eyes and found herself looking at a Dothraki tent. She could hear the moaning coming from within.

"Wasn't life easy, better, when you simply were who you truly are," he whispered into her ear. His hand slid across her stomach, dancing lower and lower. She couldn't bring herself to push him off her.

He walked them both into the tent but Daenerys already knew what was inside. She looked upon the scene, seeing herself on her knees in front of Khal Drogo.

"You were never happier than you were in the moment." his hand finally dipped lower, the soft pads of his fingers dancing of her sweat-damp skin, skimming across and between her legs.

It was like a dream, or a memory, she watched herself on her knees before her husband. Drool spilled from her mouth as she gleefully sucked on the Khals large cock.

The taste of him filled her mouth. Kranzys fingers pushed against her clit. Without thinking she spread her legs slightly, giving him better access to her cunt.

Daenerys Targaryen moaned and pressed back against him. Watching the memory of herself servicing the Khal.

"Do not lie to yourself Daenerys," he whispered. "That is where you belong. Fighting your fate will only bring death to you and everyone you love."

Daenerys bit her lip, feeling her stomach twist in a knot as his fingers entered her. Slowy he worked her, thrusting his finger in and out of her soaking cunt in time with her vision.

Each time the memory of her moved, each time she took the Khals cock deeper into her throat Krazny's finger pushed further into her. She leaned back against him heavily, her cunt squeezing his finger tightly.

It felt good, it felt right. To be used, told what to do. She chewed on her full bottom lip and held back a moan.

He turned her and she could hear nothing but the sound of her past self gagging on the cock of her long-dead husband. She moaned like a whore

The Khal would fuck her that night, she could still remember it, his cock driving hard into her aching cunt, she could still feel her body spasming around him. The feeling, the memory, made her knees week.

If Drogo was alive he would have protected her, he would have fucked her. Used her, driven his cock so deep inside her until she could do nothing but cum. Meekly she looked at Krazny, he could do the same, she needed him to do the same.