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Dany's eyes went wide as dinner plates. "No! No...that will be fine. Dinner with the Khal sounds...fine."

"Very well, then," The woman nodded. "Follow me," and with that, she turned and disappeared back through the tent flaps. Dany sat for a moment or two on the edge of the bed, then scrambled up and followed, tugging at her knickers to stop them from riding up her backside as she went.

The night was dark and the camp was quiet. Just as well, Dany thought, she didn't think she could bear to come face to face with any of the people who had seen her at the mercy of the Elder. The woman led her across the camp, weaving her way through a tight-knit tent city until they reached a larger, more impressive tent than any of the others. The Khal's no doubt, a man like him would need a tent like that just to accomodate his ego. Stopping in front of it, the woman motioned for Dany to go inside. Dany did as she was bid, and stepped over the threshold.

Inside, the tent was lavishly decorated. A large bed dominated one corner, and in another, Khal Moro sat at a table, tearing at a hunk of meat. He looked up at the sound of Dany's entry, a smile breaking out on his face. "Dragon Queen!" He exclaimed. "It is good to see you...though I must admit it saddens me not to see so...much of you, as last time."

A dozen insults danced on Dany's tongue, but she swallowed them all, difficult as it was. It would not do to irritate the Khal, not if there was the slightest chance of her being subjected to...punishment. "Khal Moro," She said, in as sugary sweet a tone as she could manage. "It is...good to see you, again."

"I see the Elder has dampened your appetite for defiance."

"I-I've learned my lesson."

"And a good thing too," He paused to take another bite of meat. "Your attitude...it was beginning to ignite my ire," Dany nodded stiffly.

"Happily," he continued. "Your...mmm...exposure, that was a most wonderful compensation for the earlier difficulties you caused me." His eyes glided up and down her body, she knew he was mentally undressing her, recalling the image of her, naked and helpless at the hands of the Elder. "I..." She clenched a fist behind her back. "I'm glad," She **** a smile onto her face. "I was told you wanted to see me?"

"Ah," The Khal dropped the meat onto the table, standing hurriedly. "Yes, yes! I wanted to...to clear the air between us. Obviously that business the other day, that was not the best start to our relationship. I wanted to make things clear before we reach Vaes Dothrak. There will be no more defiance from you, no more proclamations of your silly little list of titles, no more moaning—well..." He flashed her a grin. "Not the boring kind of moaning, at least. When we arrive there and for the remainder of the journey leading up to that, you will be compliant and pleasant, or..." He gave her a look.

"Or?" Dany echoed.

"Or the punishment will recommence. Understand?"

Dany had, at present, no cards left to play, so she swallowed her pride as best she could and nodded, giving the impractically thin knickers another tug as she did. The Khal watched her do it, craning his neck to get a look at the back of her; then, with a hunger in his eyes that reminded Dany the smallest bit of Drogo, he strode across the room, reached out and gave her bra a sharp tug. The inexpertly tied fabric gave way immediately, and her tits fell out. She jumped back in surprise, but the Khal put an arm around her and drew her closer.

"Do I remind you of your husband of old?" He said, leaning in close. "Hm? Does my voice sound as his did? Do my hands," He reached up with his free hand and cupped her left breast in his palm, running a finger delicately across the soft, pink mound of her nipple. "Feel as his did?" Dany twitched, for that was one of her places, the ones that made her start to run hot with lust at the slightest provocation. "There is a..." She shuddered, he was still going, rubbing his finger up and down over her nipple, and she was trying her best not to let him see he was getting to her. "...superficial resemblance." She met his gaze, staring confidently into his deep brown eyes.

"Oh? And does my mouth have this resemblance, too? Does my...tongue?" He bent down and licked her right breast, running his tongue slowly over the areola. Dany tried, she really did, but the sensation was too intense for her to hide it completely. She exhaled sharply, and the Khal smirked. "There we are," He said. "I have seen every last bit of you, and still you have hidden depths." Dany bit her lip, looking down at the floor.

"What else is there, hm?" Khal Moro reached around and grabbed one of her exposed arse cheeks. "What else makes you burn with passion?"

"I..." Dany hesitated, she could hear something, distant shouts it sounded like. The Khal looked over her shoulder, then moved past her and peered through the entrance of the tent. "What is this noise...?" He said, then, louder: "By the Great Stallion itself...it is a false dawn!"

Dany pushed past him, emerging into the cool night air, immediately her nipples stood to attention, and gooseflesh rose on the rest of her breasts, her neck, and even her arse. There was a...light in the sky, or several lights. Bright enough, as Khal Moro had said, to be mistaken for the rising Sun at first glance; but Dany looked closer, she saw the way the light appeared in erratic spurts, like a tap turned on and off again and again, and the pattern of it, like whatever was causing it were twisting and gliding this way and that through the air.

Then, a great, black shape emerged from above the clouds, as if woven from the pitch black sky itself, and swooped down and past the camp, dragging all manner of camp supplies and knocking down several tents as it passed overhead. Dany had seen that, or something very like it, before. "Drogon," she whispered, and as if in response, the night was rent by a terrible roar.