15 Daenerys Targaryen

Zhano and Daenerys finally made it to the point where his Khalasar and the Drogo's Khalasar were in the middle of a standoff. Even though word of mouth traveled faster than Zhano walked, the remnants of Drogo's Khalasar didn't waver until it was proven with Zhano's presence and that of the Targaryen girl.

"You killed Khal Drogo?" a man asked.

"Nearly minced him to pieces. His body is still in the field if you would like to see it." Zhano spoke with a calmness that spoke for itself.

"You breathe fire like dragon?" another man asked.

"I do," said Zhano.

"And pale girl no burn?" another man asked.

"Neither do I," Zhano replied.

The horde was shocked and they spoke amongst themselves.

"Then we follow the law of the land!" an old man spoke as he walked up with a walking stick and three guards.

The Dothraki had sages. People claiming to be in touch with Vezhof. Like the Dosh Kaleen, their words were taken into serious consideration. Drogo had gained himself a Sage after he tamed the Sleipnir and believed himself to be chosen.

Everyone paid respects as the old man arrived.

"Vezhof congratulates you!" The old man spoke in English. Foreign to the entire planet.

"Of course he does. He handpicked me." Zhano wasn't surprised when dealing with gods.

the old man tilted his head, "So he says. He asks if you remember."

"I do."

The old man chuckled. "He says, so the real show begins."

In the realm of Gods, the stadium was cheering like a madhouse. Many were cursing Akasha and collecting their money. It turns out that Akasha had taken Zhano's memories to prove that Zhano was doomed to die without his future knowledge and influence of Miller. That if he was born a regular man like Drogo, the Dothraki fate will be the same.

"You are speaking to him now?" Zhano was curious.

"Yes. More so, I am the voice of Vezhof. When the voice falls silent, I will be Rhajjo, an old sage."

"So the compendium is Armenia. Why?" Zhano asked.

The old man looked up at the horse that Armenia rode.

Armenia smiled, she then spoke in English as well. "My...father, has bet on you. Armenia was destroyed, and I remain. It has been like this since your birth. An Empire is big. You can know everything but it means nothing if you have to fight millions and heal millions more. I'm here to teach you everything, but the purpose of your wish was to progress the Dothraki medical knowledge. I'm the expression of that will. Loyal till death, and assigned to be the Imperial Physician and great teacher of your empire."

Zhano chuckled, "So the gods saw through that? Good, even now our healers are hundreds of years ahead of the rest of the world. And I must admit, it would not have been so if I tried to juggle the Khalasar and the education of the healers."

In the gods' realm, the Medicine God smirked. Many booed him, but Vezhof thanked him and sent of box gilded in empyrean steel. But across the way, a group of seven stared daggers along with a misty cloud that shrouded dozens of old gods. Their most promising champion was Daenerys Targaryen and she was soon to be conquered by Vezhof's Stallion on Planetos.

"It has been a pleasure serving you, boy," Armenia spoke softly.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Armenia," Zhano replied.

"I have one more question," said Zhano.

"You have changed the world's fate. We have time, ask away," said Rhajjo.

"Hephaestus can forge anything. What's the secret of Valryian steel. Reforging is great, but to create more in preparation for the Long Night would be better."

Rhajjo listened. "The secret is known but is not known. It is living and breathing but is dead and forgotten. You hold it, but you do not. And when you hold them, the red sun will come."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Zhano groaned. "Haiz! whatever. I have things to tend to."

"We will follow the law of the land. What was Drogo's, is now Khal Zhano's. If you do not agree, challenge him as he did Drogo. He has also tamed the Sleipnir and rides with the approval of Vezhof. I, Rhajjo, will ride with you, my Khal." Rhajjo spoke in Dothraki.

The remaining Dothraki of Drogo's Khalasar followed Rhajjo and kneeled. Zhano's Khalasar then dismounted and kneeled as well. He now looked over a sea of Dothraki, acknowledging his rule.

"What are you doing?" Zhano asked Daenerys.

"Does the Khaleesi kneel too?" she asked.

"Of course, little girl. I kneel before our Khal all the time." Qoni spoke.

"You have another wife?"

"And you will be thankful that he does real soon. Kneel girl," said Qoni.

Daenerys did as she was told. Zhano then mounted Nemyse, and she took him to see the Sleipnir that once belonged to Drogo. When they met, Nemyse emitted pressure, and all of the horses present neighed and kneeled. Even the Sleipnir dropped its head.

'You allowed that waste of a man to tame you.' Nemyse growled.

'Lady Nemyse...' the Sleipnir replied.

'Enough!' Nemyse roared.

Her four front legs lifted into the air and came crashing down on the head of the other Sleipnir. Its head cracked, and its body dropped. Nemyse then stamped it to death beneath her hoofs.

Zhano's Khalasar went from 84,000 to197,000 in a signal day. The Fate of the Dothraki Sea was sealed, and it was much better than the one originally intended.

Sometime later, the Sleipnir was cooked, and Daenerys sat beside Zhano as all of the wedding gifts came to the gathering tent. He tested Daenerys' knowledge of the market by assessing the gifts. She wasn't too bad. And when the gift that Jorah Mormont presented to her was represented, she asked, "Why did you kill that knight?"

"He was a spy for Westeros. If you really think those people want you back after what your father did, then you are even more stupid than I thought. The only people that maneuver for you are the ones with their own benefits in mind. It has nothing to do with loyalty."

"How do you know this?" she asked.

"Vezhof tells me many things. Trust me, and you will live long." Zhano replied.

"My love," Qoni spoke. "We have to organize the new warriors."

"My Khal, we must also inform the dornish of our next plan. I think it would be more than they assume." Missandei spoke.

"Son, we also have to address the envoy of Pol Qo," said Zhali.

"Blood of my blood, do not forget House Nymeros Martell in Norvos and the Gathering of Phoenixes and Dragons."

"Oh, your marriage to the daughter of that YiTish prince," Qoni added.

"And the Dragon Eggs. Please do not forget about the eggs." Serena added.

"So the list is long. Oh well, for now, focus on rounding up Drogo's bloodriders. In the meantime, I will be busy." Zhano stood and pulled Daenerys along with him.

"Great Khal!" the tent echoed in homage as he left.

Together, he and Daenerys rode to Pentos and occupied the Nine towered manse that once belong to Drogo. Illyrio wanted to have words but was sent away. Zhano focused all of his attention on the blooming beauty.

"Illyrio told me your wedding was due for your sixteenth nameday. Is that today?" Zhano asked.

"N-no." Daenerys replied, "It was two days ago. Kh-- Drogo was late."

"I scare you?"

"Yes..."

"Good, take off your clothes."

"My Khal..."

"Now!" he barked.

Daenerys dropped her gown and revealed her slender creamy body. Her breasts are like small mounds with light pink buds as their peaks. Her body was naturally toned and pale silver-gold hair covered her fresh pussy and pelvic region.

She raised her hands to cover herself but froze mid-way after a glare from Zhano.

"Crawl to me," he ordered.

As she crawled, Zhano freed himself. After a few strokes of his cock, he was at full mast. Daenerys instinctively slowed when she laid eyes on his member.

'there's no way.' she thought.

Zhano reached over and took her by the hair. Her mouth opened as she cried out and he took the moment to shove his cock into her mouth. The young beauty choked and gargled. Saliva flooded her little mouth and spilled down her chin. Zhano then pulled and Daenerys gasped for air.

He then thrust forth again, fucking her mouth and into her throat.

"Guh guh guh guh guh Gahh." Filled the room as she was throat fucked without mercy.

Her body then betrayed her as pussy hair moistened then her lower lips began to drool. With every thrust into her throat, Zhano's precum corrupted her body, bathing her in heat. She began to moan around his cock. Whimpering at the same time. Tears drenched her face, trying to get her body to stop. But her mind shattered once her delicate finger found her pussy.

Daenerys teased her swelling lips, rubbing herself as she did in the darkness of her bedroom at night. Soon her head bobbed and welcomed the assault on her throat. Her fingers became more aggressive and a puddle formed between her legs.

Finally, her fingers flung in circle motions, dancing around her aroused clit. Her body jerked, and juices flowed from her cunt. Her lips, now swollen and spread eagerly, Zhano pulled out of her throat with an audible pop.

Daenerys looked up at her Khal with conflicted misty eyes and her fingers, unable to stop teasing her sensitive pussy.

"Do you feel it?" Zhano asked.

Daenerys nodded.

"You were born for reason. Own it." Zhano spoke, then harshly tossed her onto the bed.

Pulling her legs apart, Zhano lined himself up, and Daenerys whimpered, trying to close the way. But her strength was nothing in front of the Khal.

Zhano plunged forth, breaking through the barrier of her purity. Stretching her to her limits. He then laughed as her cunt contracted on his rod and her body shook.

"I just put it in and you're already cumming. You're going to make a good slut. But I'm not even halfway in yet."

Daenerys was shocked and reached for her stuffed pussy to fill much of Zhano's dick that was still unsheathed. She then moved her hips, and small orgasms rocked her body.

"Now you're learning." Zhano chuckled.

Taking her legs in his arms, he leaned towards her until her thighs touched her body. He then grasped her plump ass cheeks and Daenerys sunk her nails into his shoulder once he began to plow her. Working more and more of his length into her tight channel.

She moaned like her whore, riding the consent, never dwindling crescendo of pleasure. Her sweet fragrant juices drench her ass and running down her abdomen and wetting bouncing tits. By the time Zhano pulled out, Daenerys hips bucked wildly, and her pussy squirted like a broken faucet. Zhano then smacked her tender cunt and turned her over as she happily spread her pussy with her well-manicured fingers.

But Zhano buried himself in her ass. Daenerys mind went blank. And only came to when Zhano fucked her last virgin hole. That night was long and Zhano turned his new Khaleesi into a cumwhore until she passed out.

When she woke the next morning, memories flashed and she was embarrassed by the woman she had become. To be defiled and beg for more was shameful and she hid in the blankets. But the mixed scent of her and Zhano only aroused her.

"Daenerys," Zhano spoke as he walked into the room naked with a plate of food. "I thought I told you to own it last night. You did so well, now you hide."

"I-I'm not like that, my Khal. It's just that...last night." Daenerys began but couldn't finish.

"Eat. And then we can fuck again. Such pleasure should be turned away lightly." said Zhano.

He then ravaged her for the rest of the day and the next. It was aggressive and tyrannical. And in between those sessions, it was soft and mind-bending.

Days passed outside of Pentos as the Khalasar was fed by the city. Zhano spent his time with Qoni, Azhi, and Serena. Daenerys, like Ahzi, were trained in the art of sex to bring pleasure to everyone and themselves.

Eventually, Qoni's handmaid, Navi, was brought in along with Daenery's three handmaids. He taught them the role they had to fill for their Khaleesi when she was too worn to complete it herself. Daenerys and her handmaidens slowly became accustomed to their new life. Molding them to fit Zhano's needs.

But never did Zhano bring in the slaves from the YiTish Caravan. He eventually released them. They knew it would come one day. But it was hard to leave. Still, they went away as some had husbands, fiancees, children, and duties to return to. Only Serena stayed, and it wasn't because Zhano didn't release her. It was her will.

When the games were forced to an end. Daenerys and Qoni rode Black Stallions and Serena was the only one to ride a white filly. Daenerys adapted well, living beneath Qoni. Though it was harsh at times, Qoni was tasked with breaking away everything Westerosi within Daenerys.

A fortnight was spent outside the gates of Pentos. Zhano figured the rest was long enough. While many thought he was lost in pleasure, Zhano was actually telling the world that he moved when he pleased regardless of who beckoned him.

Zhano called for his Kos and Prince Oberyn. It was the day that Drogo's bloodriders were executed and new Kos were acknowledged by Zhano.

"Son, what's the move?" Zhali asked.

"We sack Pentos. Our deal still stands with Illryio. The Dornish will spend the night at his manse. Make it look like politics. The dornish and the unsullied owned by Illryio will kill the guards. Once the gates open, we move in." Zhano explained. "But remember, the guard has been tripled because of the size of my Khalasar."

"It's about time, I thought you would continue humping the pale girl until she killed over." Kazo laughed.

"A bit of training has done her well. While she rests, we can sack a city." Zhano replied.

"My Khal, might I make a suggestion," Missandei spoke in High Valryian. "No war cries, no fire, no horses. I'm sure there are many still on alert, even though the guards have been getting lazy. Pentos shouldn't know we have invaded until we have invaded."

Zhano chuckled. "This can be done. How is the girl?" Zhano referred to Daenerys' education.

"She is fine. Learning Dothraki fast and speaks highly of her Khal. You must be magical in bed to earn sweet words from a girl you set on fire, killing her brother in the process. Not to mention that bold introduction to fucking." Missandei tittered.

"You may never know, Missandei. If I ever fuck you it's because you asked for it." Zhano smirked.

Missandei giggled. "Our relationship is just fine, my Khal. I'll be more mindful of my words."

"Mmm." Zhano then focused on the Kos.

He did as he did every war meeting. Charting the course of the battle and assigning functions to his Kos. The war meeting dragged until Zhano was satisfied. The problem with a large force is the distribution and clarity of orders.

After the war meeting, Zhano groaned in relief as he stretched out on his furs next to Qoni. Daenerys was already fast asleep. Azhi and Serena slept in their own tents.

"Oh, my big man. You've celebrated enough, hmm?" said Qoni.

"Oh yeah, we'll be on the road again soon. Received word about the Gathering of Phoenixes and Dragons. It's starting soon but has been pushed back to the emperor's birthday. It's definitely a plot by the 15th prince. Also, the envoy of Pol Qo, another man who calls himself emperor, doesn't want me to go, so it should be another good fight for the Khalasar." Zhano spoke as he pulled her into his embrace.

"Good, after all of this rest, I'm sure everyone is ready for a bloody season. Oh, should I replace the slaves you released?" Qoni asked.

"Uhmm, no. What comes next is women of standing. Maids occasionally, but if I fuck everyone, it cheapens what 'my woman' means. Your sister is fine. Serena is more than a bedfellow. The next woman I claim will be the YiTish Princess or someone of equal standing."

"Finally moving towards the grand conquest?" She asked.

"Something like that. Vezhof has told me many things. But of Yi Ti, I know-nothing. It's that excitement that I look forward to. My Dothraki blood boils. But sometimes Dothraki's blood must be repressed. Put Value on my women and the number will not devalue me. I can not be the average Khal. Now sleep, I'm tired."

The night after Zhano plan was put into action, earlier that day Oberyn had taken 1,500 of his men into Pentos. By nightfall, the dornish and Illyrio's unsullied Guards assassinated the guards of Pentos, converging at the Sunrise Gate, which they opened.

When the gates opened, the sun was rearing its head. People were waking so Zhano took Missandei's advice. The Dothraki horde rushed the city silently. Within the hour, a counterforce defended. Within two days, using Zhano's plan to cease quadrants instead of eating the city whole, Pentos was sacked.

The most famous of the sacking was Zhano's Hondal Archery unit. With them on oversight, leading the way, Zhano's Khalsar mowed down the enemy one bite at a time. First, the mercenaries fled, then the nobles who could. The commoners were captured, religious personal slaughtered, Manses invaded, Nobles, merchants, and Magisters were put in chains. Finally, the city fell and the whole of it was looted as Norvos once was.

When Zhano was sitting on the throne that belonged to the Prince of Pentos, Daenerys walked in with Qoni. He then had a wild thought to slaughter enemies without fighting.

"Missandei, I find myself admiring the beauty of my wives. And the beauty of the children to come. And as such, I was inspired. Get something to write with. I'll be sending a letter To King Robert Baratheon the First of His Name. King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm of Westeros, and the head of House Baratheon of King's Landing." Said Zhano.

"Write as I speak.

King Robert Baratheon the First of His Name. King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm of Westeros, and the head of House Baratheon of King's Landing. I, the Great Blood Fire Khal Zhano of the Dothraki Empire, have sacked Pentos. The city is mine. I have killed the Targaryen boy and taken his sister as my wife. Fear not, I will fuck her until the night grows old and she bears children till one kills her. From this day forth, the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros will never have Valryian traits with its royal lineage. Only the classical traits of the mighty House Baratheon, tall and powerfully built, with black hair and blue eyes, as well as strong, square jawlines. Keep your seed strong, like Mya Stone, a young woman serving House Royce of the Gates of the Moon. She is after all the eldest of your bastards. And may your Kingdom prosper.

Then sign my name and title."

"My Khal, what other titles do you have?" Missandei asked.

"Emperor of Norvos and Pentos, Heir of the Imperial Forgers Zha Family, and... Lord of House Taragaryen of the Dothraki Sea." Zhano laughed as he knew the last title would piss the king of. But no matter how mad he got, Zhano's letter only held facts.

"Make copies and send it to the Houses Stark, Lannister, Tyrell, Nymeros Martell, Arryn, Tully, Baratheon, and King's Landing. Send many to King's Landing. I want a letter in the Hand of the King and King's Hand. Also, send many to House Stark." Zhano ordered.

"I'll get scribes on it right away. And I'll get what sellswords are left in the city to escort your Envoys." Missandei replied as she rushed off.

"Have Illyrio help you! This needs to be finished today and rushed!" Zhano shouted while laughing on the inside.