Lovers in Twilight (R-18)

In the Twilight field of the three spinners, Qoni floated on the soothing feeling of her lover's care. The way his lips were like cotton, his touch like silk cascading over the body. Across her jawline, down her fine neck. Kiss after kiss, and the subtle sensation of Zhano's tongue connecting every stamp of his love, causing Qoni to release a soft moan wrapped in an exhale.

Her slim fingers ran up Zhano's head, holding him close as the pleasure that stemmed from her neck streamed through her body. In a quick shift, Zhano's arm wrapped around her waist, and Qoni jumped to lock her legs around his as he took them both down to the cool earth.

Qoni's breath was heavier and Zhano was equally fiery. Holding each other's gaze, dangling at the edge of combusting desire. Suddenly, they both smirked and tittered abit.

Qoni grabbed the collar of Zhano's vest as a small knife appeared. In a single swipe, the strings along the side that were keeping the vest close to the chest were severed.

Qoni eagerly pulled the vest off, revealing Zhano's wicked physique. Qoni gently bit down on her lower lip while taking in the titillating sight of her man. Zhano then reacts by bending down and ripping open her blouse and undergarments. Her busty tits and enticingly upright nipples were freed with mouth-watering bounciness.

"What you holding back for, Blood Fire Khal?" Qoni's voice was a siren's call. "Stories say that you are the fiercest Dothraki of the age. Show me!"

Zhano's hand roughly captured her left breast, his broad, rough hand massaged her milky mound as he attacked the right with his mouth. Flicking the eager nipple with his tongue, occasionally suck ing, nipping, and pulling it taught.

Qoni moaned openly without shame and was lost in euphoria. Sensitive and years delayed, Qoni's body contorted into a frozen posture --mouth agape, and voiceless, she shuddered while her inner thighs moistened with the climatic dew of her blooming lotus. Milk suddenly spilled from her velvet peaks in weak streams.

Her body slumped, hips jerked, and Qooni pantingly moaned with a sated smile. Her glossy eyes fell on Zhano with a mixture of lust and surprise.

"That's not all you have is it?" he teased.

Qoni flexed her hips and threw her body. Zhano was soon on his backside. A moment passed and the lovers were naked for the gods to see. Qoni had Zhano's engorged rod in her hand, stroking him with one hand and fondling his heavy balls with another.

"Ooh…" Zhano exhaled.

Qoni swelled with pride and became more confident in her work. Even her thoughts slipped out fresh and unfiltered.

"My Khal has grown again." she cooed, " thick as bow and long as the stallion he rides."

Qoni giggled as she put his cock on her face, marveling at his growth. Her little tongue snaked out and tasted him from base to tip, collecting glob of free-flowing precum. Zhano's cock twitched and Qooni giggled some as the one eye bao could hide nothing from her.

Zhano cooed then moaned as Qoni finally coated him with saliva before attempting to take his length into her mouth. Wet sloppy sucking filled the area. Qoni had no intentions of letting up as her head bobbed, working her Khal's cock.

Even as he tensed and swelled further in her mouth, she merely tongued and slurped his tip as she pumped his shaft with both hands to make up for what she couldn't swallow. Zhano felt his loins churning and the pressure in his dick. His hips swirled and thrust. Qoni moved her hands to his thighs. Her tongue rests on her lower lip as she opens wide for Zhano.

The closer he came to bursting the more fervent he became. A strong hand took Qoni by her locks and pushed her down as her Khal fucked her pretty mouth, slipping into her throat and back out.

The feeling was intense for Qoni. With every stroke, her pussy gushed a little in excitement. She was then taken by surprise when Zhano completely stuffed her throat with his cock.

His balls hiked and his hips jerked as thick steaming ropes of creamy spunk flooded Qoni's throat and spilled into her belly. Qoni whimpered and tears flowed as her cunt squirted from the domineering throating.

Zhano pulled out with a sloppy pop and Qoni cough, spilling her favorite cream down her small chin and onto her breast. Qoni licked her slow and diligently as she looked Zhano in his eyes. Her slender fingers dripped him again to lick and suck him clean.

Qoni had become the embodiment of sensual eroticism. An as much as Zhano want to display his affection for her, she also wanted to give him everything that she held back.

Fearing that he would lose his stiffness, she quickly straddled him and buried his rod in her already sopping cunt. It wasn't until this moment did she realize that the Blood Fire Khal Zhano was completely different from the boy she once bedded. After four years apart, his newly acquired length and girth stuffed and stretched her like it was the first cock she had ever taken.

She slowly rocked and spun her hips, fitting more and more of him into her tight pink folds. Finally sitting flush, the changes in her husband startled her. She realized that Zhano was nowhere near finished as he lifted her juicy as up, then thrust upward.

Qoni squealed with pleasure and Zhano had taken control. Zhano held her ass firm and fucked her drooling cunt as she squatted over him. Fast and hard, he recked her pussy while she cried and jubilantly cursed to the heavens. Her only reprieve came when her hips jerked and Zhano's slipped out of her while pussy gushed cups of her sticky fragrant nectar.

Zhano chuckled as he used the tip of his dick to vigorously rub her swollen pink button. Qoni dropped to a knee and pressed her hands against Zhano's chest to keep from falling. Her pussy squirted wildly under the submission of her abused clit.

Just when she thought it was over, Zhano had her back in a low squat before she plunged back in her into her messy cunt. Qoni finally dropped to her knees and her body collapse into a poodle of her own juices that covered Zhano's body.

"Just a little more," Zhano whispered.

Qoni hugged him tight in response as he put her on her back and started to thrust into her cum caked cunny. Plowing her until he painted her womb with his third load of the day.

The lovers continued to battle for days, only stopping to eat and drink. It was blissful and maddening. They were addicted to each other in ways they had never been before. Qoni loved the feeling of just being his woman and Zhano relished the days all about his sweet Qoni. The past, present, and future washed away and they were suspended in a single timeless point --Twilight, forever.

Midday on the seventh day, The lovers bathed in the river as the Sleipnir drank quietly. The world had become used to the presence and they had blended perfectly.

Zhano and Qoni washed each other and were as playful as a midsummer fling. Smile and laughs were all they had for each other aside from their teasing touches and intense bouts of affections.

"You're different," Qoni commented as she washed his hair.

"How so?" he asked.

"Your body is like fire and tough as stone. Your cock is very bigger, bigger than what it should be after only three years. And you only get more excited as we fuck while most men get tired and sluggish. But still, the stamina is many times greater than we first shared a bed. It's almost as if you've been practicing."

"Haha, don't try to trap me, girl. I only have you. But the war did change me. I know more things without being taught or reading, faster, stronger, deadlier in combat. I can't explain it. " Zhano replied.

"Stallion who mounts the world. I believe my Khal is chosen to be a great man. Horses, women, wealth, land, a fearsome reputation. All of it within the Dothraki Sea and beyond will be yours." Qoni declared.

"Women?" he asked

"Mmm. You heard me." Qoni laughed. "If I want to fuck again, you're ready, aren't you?"

"Of course." he laughed.

"I'm not. In fact, riding back will be very difficult for me." Qoni giggled, " You will need more women. But I will not share you with whores. I work to more than your basic Khaleesi so I want equal respect. Fucking whores that all men share is not respecting me."

"For now, I'm very much satisfied with my Khalessi." Zhano didn't voice his feelings of happiness to hear his wife speak bravely, openly, and straight from her heart. " But have to promise me something."

"Anything." she sang.

"This can never end. No more silence, no more doubt, be with me, ride with me."

"Don't leave me behind, Zhano," Qoni replied.

"If you're vulnerable I will. It's because I love you. It's for our children and the children of the Khalasar. The mothers and the elderly. A Khaleesi has her duties too."

"I understand… I just…"

"I know what you want. The Khalasar is now 45,000 strong from the east alone. And when I actively seek to unite the central and western plains, we will be greater. Don't worry about going anywhere. I now have the strength to conquer and protect you at the same time."

"Oh, my beautiful man!" Qoni purred, " I've missed you so much."

"And I've missed you," Zhano spoke while cupping her plump ass. Lightly kneading her buns.

Zhano begins to kiss her cheeks and neck, but Qoni leans away.

"Ahh, wait! We do need to talk about some more things," she says.

"Aish! Like what?" Zhano asked.

"Drogo, my father, your grandfather, the Sleipnir, Blood Fire, shall I go on?"

Zhano groaned with exaggeration. "That's what happens when don't talk to your husband, naughty girl."

Zhano playfully flicked her nose, causing her to scrunch her nose and laugh.

"Zhano…" she whined, gorgeously with a brilliant smile. "Get serious."

"Haha, fine. I will catch the Sleipnir soon. Blood fire is true. Not the second story but the first story. I did walk through fire and not burn. I also controlled the flame to kill the Jogos Nhai. My grandfather is here because Yi Ti supplied the weapons to the Jogos Nhai and he knows of this power...

Drogo will die soon. And what do you mean your father?"

"Khal Jahakko. He has a Khalasar near the free cities in the west." Qoni explained much to Zhano's surprise.

"How long have we been married?"

"You've been in the east this whole time. Even if we do come across him I have no sway. I just want you to give him a chance before you fight. That's the only reason that I am mentioning him. And by the way, you decided not to go to Vaes Dothrak and announce our marriage or Yazli or Taharri." Qoni was getting worked up.

"Okay, okay. If he's willing I'm willing. But you know me, only the women of my life have my affection and tender touch. Join or die." Zhano spoke clear and firmly.

"If he is feeling suicidal, I can't blame my husband," Qoni replied with equal seriousness, all but claim her allegiance only to her Khal and Husband.

Zhano smirked happily. "Enough of the world. This is our time. Let's get back to it."

The lover enjoyed the rest of their day together before they rode back to the Khalasar. Qoni shared Zhano's horse and the Khalasar was aware that the husband and wife had mended their rift.

While Qoni rested with the children, Zhano was guided by Armenia. Together they made rounds, healing the sick and injured.

The amount of knowledge Zhano retained from his years of study pleased Armenia. She was proud to see her student successful and able to work without her. But Zhano was surprised by the amount of sick and injured. It was so drastic that he sent Zhali and her Kha to the Free City of Qohor for raw material to make medicine, detoxes, body boosters (Vitamins for the immune system).

Looking at the people from Meereen, something inside of Zhano told him to prepare. It was a horribly cold feeling that couldn't actually be described as death. But it was a catastrophe. Then once again, knowledge without source appeared in his mind.

"Armenia, Separate the sick. I want them completely isolated. The injured must go as well. Blood of my blood!"

"Blood of my blood." Zhano's Bloodriders replied.

"Distribute all of the water. No one, not even slaves, should be thirsty. Check the food and clothing, burn anything with rot." Zhano ordered.

His Bloodriders found this odd but they obeyed. The Khalasar embarks on its biggest movement in months. While many of the Dothraki were confused, one man was impressed and equally surprised by Zhano's decisiveness.

After a few days and the resettlement of the Khalasar, that very man was finally invited into the core of the camp to speak with Khal Zhano.

He gave the most respectful greeting to a Khal that Zhano had ever heard.

"I am Zha Bu, Father of Zha Li, Grandfather of the Great Blood Fire Khal, Zha No." the man spoke.

Zhano looked the middle-aged man over. His hair was pent up in a small metal cup, his clothing was like a woman's dress. Zhano expressed his displeasure.

"You're not my grandfather. My mother's name is Zhali, not Zha-Li. There is no break. One name. And you will call me Khal Zhano. So what do you want, Zha-Bu?"

"I understand the Khal's…"

"You understand, nothing! Do not speak at me. I am not a child. Speak to me, or you might find yourself short a head." Zhano added.

"My Khal, I came to discuss a deal from the Imperial Family of Yi Ti."

"Discuss... Deal… Where are your gifts?" Zhano was deliberately giving him a hard time.

The Kos knew that Zhano was very lenient with foreigners. But Zha Bu was not going to be given an easy time.

Zha Bu signaled to his people. They brought two chests. Now Zhano and the Kos were serious as the chests were made of pure Jade and gold, flaunting the wealth of Yi Ti. This meant many horses, Zhano and his Kos cared about the horse they could get by giving away the chest.

"The first is the Hammer of the Black Dragon of Yi Ti, Zha Ra An. He was a master of fire and the Zha Families greatest ancestor. A worker of Valyrian Steel. With this Valyrian Steel Hammer and the forging methods of Zha Ra An, I beg my Khal to forgive me. This man has been a horrible grandfather and worse father."

Zha Bu fell to his knees and put his head to the earth. No one could ridicule or taunt him now. After this Zhano could only be serious.

"Get up," Zhano said.

His heart was pumping and blood boiling but he remained calm. He didn't want Zha Bu to know that he craved the gift with every fiber of his being. "I accept this gift and only my mother can forgive you."

Zhano gestured and two Dothraki took the first chest

"The Second Gift is from the 15th Prince of Yi Ti. Along with a Palace in the city of Asabhad for the Blood Fire Khal. The 15th Prince has given you the title Imperial Son of Blood Fire, Heir to the Zha Family. He offers his 10th Daughter as a wife, If and only if the Blood Fire Khal accepts the Coiling Dragon Scroll and a Task."

Armenia was floored and Zhano was equally so. Sharo had been learning Yi Tish after her married Zhali, so he recognized a few of the titles, offers, and their importance.

"My Khal, you should tread lightly. The last time I was in Yi Ti, I heard the 15th Prince was a Demon in human form. Asabhad is also a trading hub. Very important. This task will not be simple." Said Armenia in YiTish. "And the future will be unclear. The 15th Prince will ask for more and his daughter is an agreement to support him."

"What is the task?" Zhano asked. He then gestured for Armenia to step back.

"Khal Zhano, Do you believe in dragons?"

"Dragons are dead and the Dothraki rule the Great Grass Sea now. Cities believe themselves free now, but they all fear and bow before the Khalasars of the Dothraki. I can say we are the Dragons of Essos now." Zhano replied confidently.

"My Khal, dragons are very much alive. What I am about to tell you is a secret. As the only city completely intact from when the Valyrians ruled. And history as deep as Old Valyria's. Dragon eggs never expire. It is magic the makes them grow. I can safely say that every dragon egg is an empty shell until the right ritual is performed or they receive an adequate source of magic to be born in the wild."

"What does this have to with me?" Zhano asked.

"As we speak, a man from Pentos has ordered three dragon eggs from the 8th Prince of Yi Ti. These Eggs were found in the Shadowlands of Asshai. The Pentos buyer believes them petrified, but if they fall into the hands of the Free Cities and happen to hatch, what then?"

Zhano shifted uncomfortably and the Kos murmured amongst themselves.

"So why won't you just steal them?" Zhano asked. "Why did the stupid prince sell them?"

"Two reasons. One, Yi Ti doesn't need them and no one in Yi Ti can hatch them. Two, only the Blood Fire Khal and two children who are now in Pentos have what it takes to hatch them. The 8th Prince hopes to have a strong ally in the Dothraki Sea."

"You want my Khalasar to take them before they get to Pentos. I understand Yi Ti's situation, But why me?"

"The 8th Prince will be disposed of. However, the children I mentioned have what it takes to aid the Eighth Prince in the future. It will be bad if they used those dragons to conquer Essos and bring their army to Yi Ti."

"You're talking in circles and I'm still missing pieces."

Zha Bu sighed. "War between the princes is forbidden while the emperor is still breathing. But the emperor is sick and Princes are gathering support. With so many princes, it'll be a blood bath. So the princes only seek the strongest."

"Get to the point," said Zhano.

"The man from Pentos was only able to buy the Dragon eggs because they are a gift for one of the children I mentioned. A wedding gift for when she marries Khal Drogo and gains the backing of his 40,000 Dothraki."

The Kos sneered and chattered.

"Silence!" Zhano barked, "Who is this girl.

"The exiled princess of the seven kingdoms of Westeros. Daughter of the Mad King Aerys II Targaryen, Princess Daenerys Targaryen!"

Zhano's heart thrummed with rage at the mention of the Princess's name. A deft heat rolled over the came and everyone present began to sweat. The hate was almost similar to the dislike he felt when he first met Drogo, only to a godly degree that transformed into hate.

"Okay…" Said Zhano. The heat then dispersed and Zhano took a deep breath.

Armenia laughed.

"Okay?" Zha Bu asked, confounded.

"Yes. What do I care what happens in Yi Ti? And if I am pulled in, Vezhof tells of a great Stallion who will mount the world. It is the fate of the Dothraki to expand. So, okay. Tell this Prince, I accept. And if this 10th daughter isn't beautiful enough to burn cities for, he should offer a different daughter. If this daughter is made to just look pretty and can not defend herself or face war, then he should offer a different daughter. Those are my terms. Ahh, and I need 5000 horses."

Zha Bu laughed and the Second chest was finally offered, revealing four scrolls. Zha Bu then pulled a man around the same age as Zhali, thirty-five years, to his side. Zhano himself was now Twenty years of age.

"This is your mother's brother. He will stay with you until you reach Yi Ti. He can make things for your Khalasar and teach you metalwork." said Zha Bu.

"When is the wedding?" Zhano asked.

"When you make it to Yi Ti, a date will be set," said Zha Bu.

"No! The Princess and Drogo. When is the wedding?" Zhano asked.

Zha Bu was confused by this but Zhano seemed heated so he answered, "Half a year. A year. Whenever Khal Drogo returns from his raids of the southern free cities."

"And where are the people carrying the Dragon Eggs?" Zhano asked.

"Do you have a map?" Zha Bu asked.

After business, the Khalasar held a big feast before sending Zha Bu off. The man was not there for relations but in service of the 15th prince. Naturally, he didn't wait for Zhali to return. He only needed to do what was needed to win Zhano over to the 15th Prince's side.

But he had no idea, that he and the 15th prince was on the losing side. Regardless of dragons. Putting a hammer in the hands of Zhano was equivalent to giving Zeus' children lightning bolts. Not even Zhano knew what was coming.

And to top it all off, they had given Zhano, a Dothraki visionary, a foothold in Yi Ti with a legitimate claim to an established power of the Empire.

Now in his great yurt, built for his long-term stay in the lands of Sleipnir, Zhano instructed his Bloodriders.

"In two months' time. A great caravan will pass us to Qohor. The Caravan has three dragon eggs that we must take in return for great wealth, horses, and new lands to raid. During this time, I will be leaving the Khalasar in my Khaleesi's hands."

"Blood of my blood, where are you going?" Kazo asked.

"To catch and tame the Sleipnir. " Zhano replied. "It's time to settle old debts."