The Death Of A Khal

6 Years Later

Central Plains of Essos

My eyes remained closed as a hand ran through my black hair, a voice hummed a Dothraki song allowing me to rest easy. The sun was beginning to set it wouldn't be long before nightfall hit.

"How long will you continue to rest Aegon?" The humming stopped as the voice of the Khaleesi spoke. Opening one of my eyes I noticed the small smile on her face as she looked down at me, my head rested on her lap as she played with my hair. This had become one of our things after she dyed my hair she would help me dry it before looking through it for any white hairs. It quickly just became a way for me to rest later on in the day after training for most of the day.

"For as long as you'll allow it Khaleesi," I smiled closing my eye once again.

"You may remain as long as you wish," The Khaleesi lowered her head placing a small kiss on the lips of Aegon, who didn't seem to mind as he kept his eyes closed. As the kiss ended the sound of sandals smaking against the ground filled the ears of the Khaleesi, a slave stopped outside of her tent kneeling allowing the Khaleesi to see his shadow.

"Khaleesi it's the Khal you must hurry," The slave happened to be Rabi he had aged well in the past 6 years.

"So it's time," The Khaleesi sighed looking down at me, Rabi had disrupted my sleeping. I didn't understand what she meant by its time, the Khal had been slowly getting sicker over time, Drogo had already basically proven himself as the next Khal already beginning to take on the responsibilities of a Khal. The Khaleesi was a calm person but I couldn't see her becoming one of the Dosh Kaleen after the death of Khal Bharbo. Forced to remain a part of that senile group of women, most of them had been there since they were young. Khal's tended to marry younger women, the stronger the women were the better chance they would produce a strong male offspring.

By the time I had stood up the Khaleesi had already rushed out of the tent, I quickly put my shirt on stepping out of the tent myself. It was the afternoon and the sun shined bright today was one of the days I had just wanted to be in the presence of the Khaleesi.

"My Prince," A female voice caused me to sigh, standing behind me was an olive-skinned beauty with long black hair. Meet Kyra Sand, for a Dornish women I had to say she was a stick in the mud. I had believed all Dornish women were nymphomaniac that loved sex above all else Kyra had proven that theory wrong. I could understand growing up a bastard anywhere else would have been torture but in Dorne, Bastards were treated pretty nicely and yet Kyra Still had a chip on her shoulder. My uncle had sent her here to protect me, and she did exactly that. She follows me everywhere, putting my safety above all else to the point that she even forces a slave to test my food before I eat it.

"Kyra," I greeted her before walking towards the Khal's tent I currently stood around 5 foot 8 being only 13 I figured that was pretty good. I wasn't sure how tall the average Targaryen was but I was sure I would be taller than 6 foot by the time I stopped growing. Kyra was around 5 foot 7 she had been here a couple of years now I was glad when I finally passed her up in height. Entering the Khal's tent I noticed that the bleak atmosphere the Khaleesi leaned over talking to the resting Khal. His looked like stone, he had been losing weight lately we were all sure he would die soon.

"He wishes to speak with you," The Khaleesi said as she walked towards me, I could see the pain in her eyes. Nodding I took a couple of steps forward looking down at the aged Khal Bharbo. He reached out a hand, I quickly grabbed it he pulled me down just so he could whisper into my ear.

"Take Care of them," I could barely hear him, it was as if he was throwing away his pride and he only wanted me to hear it. I quickly stood up locking eyes with him I nodded, he was giving me a way out. Taking care of Drogo and the Khaleesi was his last wish, repaying it meant I no longer owed them anything and I could leave.

"Father," I turned my head just in time to see Drogo enter the tent he had to duck to enter, he was already around 6"5 one of the tallest Dothraki around. I reached up patting him on the shoulder as he walked past me, today may be the last day he would get to talk to his father.

"Let's give them some space," the Khaleesi grabbed my hand pulling me out of the tent.

"Where is she," I asked the Khaleesi not seeing Kyra standing outside of the tent she rarely ever left her position always behind me with watchful eyes.

"I sent her back to your tent for the night," The Khaleesi said leading me back towards her own tent I was guessing Drogo wouldn't leave his father's side. Not when there was so much he still needed to learn.

"Come we have much to discuss," Entering her tent she kicked her sandals off before pulling me down towards her wide selection of pillows.

"Tomorrow Drogo will be challenged for the position for Khal, no matter how honorable Bharbo's blood riders seem they can't be trusted. They won't give up their only chance to be Khal, you and Drogo need to remain vigilant."

I wasn't stupid I was already aware things wouldn't go off without a hitch, I was sure Drogo could kill anyone that stood in his way with the training we had received it would be surprising if Drogo lost. And Even then I would be there to pick up the slack we weren't as close as brother's but we would certainly have each other's back.

"What about you what are you planning?" I turned my attention back to the Khaleesi looking into her eyes I could see something deep inside of them. She didn't answer my question instead she simply shook her head, "We won't talk about that now maybe tomorrow."

(3rd Person Pov)

Lemon Start

Silence filled the tent as Aegon rested his head on the lap of the Khaleesi, they didn't need to talk they had learned to enjoy each other presence even in silence. Aegon had never looked at the Khaleesi as a mother figure like Drogo had, and judging by the few times he was caught looking at her he was sure she knew that. From the day he had met her he noticed her beauty, she couldn't have been older than 18 at the time.

Now she resembled a mature beauty, sometimes he found himself relaxing in the subtly smell of cherry plumbs that wafted off her body. It was one of the many fruits he actually had memories of and it grew well in grassy plains.

The Khaleesi looked down with a small smile on her face as the light that had once shined through the tent was slowly fading and it wouldn't be long before nightfall came. Looking down at Aegon whose eyes were now closed she made a decision, leaning down she placed a kiss on his lips.

Aegon opened his eyes in surprise looking at her, he had long been aware of her relationship with the Khal or lack of relationship. He wouldn't be the first one to make the move not even when he wanted nothing more than to place a kiss on her lips.

Seeing his surprise the Khaleesi chuckled, "You've always wanted me, you aren't like Drogo even though I raised you both the same."

"We shouldn't," Aegon set up from the Khaleesi's lap thinking about the fact that in a tent not too far away Khal Bharbo was resting on his deathbed.

"Well this may be the last chance you'll ever have, will you take it?" Looking at her Aegon shuddered, she may be right considering the fate of all Khaleesi's after the death of a Khal.

Looking at her he made a decision, sitting upon his knees he leaned over returning the kiss from earlier.

"Take me," The Khaleesi said breaking the kiss.

She resembled an Egyptian Queen, her eyes an onyx black as deep as the black sea. A look of pure lust rested on her face was something Aegon had never seen from her. He used his hands to remove the leather vest resting on the body of the Khaleesi, her breast were beautiful. The Khaleesi watched as Aegon took in her beauty, he slowly raised a hand feeling the warmth of her breast. He massaged it before kissing the other one soon he was massaging with one hand suckling her other breast as moans began to leave her mouth.

The Khaleesi soon reached out a hand grabbing the chin of Aegon before kissing his lips as she did her hand crept downwards. The vest he wore did little to hide his abs, the Khaleesi crept lower stopping at the waist of his leather pants. Climbing atop him she placed a hand on his shoulder forcing him to fall back onto the pillows. With a smile on her face she untied the string on the waist of his leather pants reaching inside she gripped his hardening cock.

"You've grown well Aegon," The Khaleesi licked her lips as she squeezed his cock, she was in a hurry something she wouldn't tell Aegon. Removing her own skirt she directed Aegon's cock to her cunt taking a deep breath as it entered.

Aegon watched as the Khaleesi closed her eyes in glee, she took her time slowly moving up and down on his cock. Her cunt was tight to the point that he had almost released already, he was glad she was taking her time because he wanted to enjoy. Things soon took a turn for the worst as she began to pick up speed her eyes were no longer closed as she stared into Aegon's a small smirk could be seen on her face.

"Faster Prince Aegon," The Khaleesi said loudly causing Aegon to once again pick up speed, soon he couldn't hold out any longer releasing his seed deep inside the cunt of the Khaleesi. She sighed in joy as she felt his cum fill her up, taking a deep breath Aegon watched as she took her time.

He had to admit he wasn't satisfied with his first go at it, the Khaleesi opened her eyes a smile on her face.

"That was amazing for your first time, we should rest who knows we may get to go at it again at first light."

Aegon nodded allowing the Khaleesi to rest her head on his shoulder as the rested among the pillows, nightfall had already come as the for the first time since he had joined the Dothraki there were no parties going on tonight.

"Aegon I won't be able to guide you and Drogo any longer, unite the Khalasar's, and your debt to this Khalasar will be no longer."

Later that night

As Aegon rested the Khaleesi slowly crept away, looking back at him a sad smile could be seen on her face. She lowered her hand to her vagina penetrating herself she pulled out her two fingers now laced with a white liquid. She licked her fingers as a lustful smile appeared on her face, she knew it would be a long time before she would be able to taste it again. She quickly got dressed before stepping out of her tent, the sun had gone down hours ago and in a couple of hours, a new day would begin.

She walked through the darkness evading the patrolling Dothraki with ease once she was far away enough she stopped. She lowered her hands to her sides as she began to chant in an unknown language not too long after something appeared. It resembled a broken mirror allowing The Khaleesi to see anything she wished. It wasn't created for looking though as the Khaleesi raised her right hand it phased through it. She had created a portal only she knew where it would lead, looking back at the Dothraki tents she smiled.