Daenerys moaned and arched her hips, rocking them in that steady rhythm with his thrusts. Daenerys had been married before, had carried a child before, nut due to witchcraft and strange circumstances, she had lost the baby - something she thought Hannibal should likely know. But not just yet. Not right now. Not as he was burying himself to the hilt inside her. She knew that she would be able to carry his child. His son would be stronger. As he erupted inside her, filling her again with his seed, Daenerys felt her own walls quake around him, carnal pleasure erupting through her and spreading that tingling heat throughout her body.