Hoshor Plains [m] owner of a lonely heart

Since he hasn't said anything about Lavakho, I'm going to assume it won't affect the continuation of this thread. :)

Instead of taking her as Lavakho had, the Khal quickly dismantled any hope of that happening. He bit her flank, and she crumpled to the floor, gritting her teeth as she did so. And yet... any form of contact from him was welcomed. Tomahawk had come to care deeply for Rakharo and his kin. She wanted nothing more than to please them. She had pleased Lavakho, had she not? And she would please her Khal by gifting him with more slaves.

"Another, he… I pleased him this way, Khal," she explained frantically, "I only mean to please my masters." She had done exactly as Lavakho had asked, succumbing to his desires. Nobody had told her not to do it, not really. She wanted to give her Khal more slaves to do his bidding, that was all. Tomahawk was not as well-versed in their culture, but she would not have objected any advances if she had been. She was theirs to do with as they pleased.