Losing control, Solution

*CLANG* *CLANG!!!* *CLAAAANG!!!*

My wrists started bleeding from the chains, however, whatever damage I received was immediately healed afterwards...Only to be injured again and again in an endless cycle of pain.

Fortunately, the pain seemed to decrease my bloodlust a little, but not nearly enough. If someone were to see my face, they would piss themselves. Veins were popping all over my face, my eyes were narrowed and glowed red, like the alpha wolf in Teen Wolf. My teeth were clenched tightly and drool was flowing freely through my teeth.

However, in the next moment, I heard something that made me horrified, if made me so afraid I started to tear up.

"Son? What are you doing getting yourself tied up like this, Villo told me what you asked. Oh my great stallion! Why are you bleeding!?" Shouted my mother in a concerned tone.

'No...no no NO NO!! Why is SHE HERE! Please leave, don't come closer, stay away from me! I...I don't want to hurt you...' I thought in my mind, I couldn't speak in my berserk state.

' So this...this is the full effect of the Berserk Curse...guess those prisoners are spared, ha, haha' I laughed depreciatingly.

"Haa, Haaaaa, M-Mother!! GRRRER!! P-PLEASE LEAVE!! KRRRRR" I barely uttered.

However, my words were completely ignored. She came closer and started lifting the black cloth hiding my face.

Despair flashed in my eyes. Would she think of me as a monster if she saw me like this? Would she think I was cursed or perhaps the Devil's spawn? Would she want me anymore-

My thoughts were interrupted when my mother lifted the cloth completely...but my muddled head was instantly cleared by a warm hug a moment later.

Huh? I'm crying...when was the last time I cried? Warmth spread in my heart, a warmth I could feel from no one else but this person who is currently hugging me.

My bloodlust vanished as if it was never there. "Mo-m, hah, hah, get away--f-from me, I-I don't want to hurt you" I muttered the last part weakly.

"Shshshshsh, my little stallion, you're okay, everything is okay. Besides if you hurt me, I'll give you a nice, old spanking" she patted my hair and spoke warmly.

"Haha...I..I guess so"

My body then felt weak, and as if all my strength left my body, I fell asleep in her embrace, still crying.

......

I woke up in a familiar bed, this...my mother's room. I can tell it was nighttime from how quiet it was, and Dothraki aren't the quiet type.

How am I supposed to face her now? How can I explain what just happened? A sudden voice interrupted my thinking.

I was so worked up that I didn't notice someone else was next to me on the same bed.

Patting me on my head and ruffling my loose long black hair, Layaffi looked me in my electric blue eyes and spoke. "Explain"

Somehow when she touched me, I calmed down again. I crawled a little closer to her and was now next to her, my head leaning on her plentiful bosom, and arms around her back. But not in a sexual way.

She hugged me back, patted my back and waited calmly for my response. But she had that look that said that whatever I said wouldn't change her love for me one bit. Organising what I was going to say, I sighed and replied softly.

"I'm not normal, and I don't mean I'm a genius or a prodigy. What I mean is I'm not human. I won't bother explaining what I am as you won't be able to understand either way, just know that I can grow stronger by drinking blood."

After staying quiet for a while for my mother to process the information I just said, I continued, "What you saw earlier was a side effect of my race, I go crazy from the scent and sight of blood"

Before she could reply, I continued, "Before you ask, the reason why I didn't go crazy while drinking the blood father brings or watching deathmatches with you in the past, is that before, I was part human, but now I'm not."

"I'm a race that feeds on blood, the only one of my kind as far as I'm aware. But don't worry, I can evolve into higher and better races, which will remove the previous disadvantages and help me get stronger. I can evolve by drinking more blood"

After that, silence descended into the room, with me in my mother's embrace, who was still ruffling my hair.

"I see, well no matter what you are, what you do, or who you become, I'll always support you till the day I perish"

With that, I fell asleep in my mother's arms. I slept like a baby that night, my mind finally at peace.

The next day, I spent the whole day in bed with my mother, talking to each other and bonding. I already scrapped my plan 2 of going to the prison. My experience yesterday informed me of what I needed to know.

Aaaaaand, I figured out a way to suppress the blood lust. No, it is not running to my mother like an injured dog every time.

It seems that pain will suppress the bloodlust to a certain extent, the greater the pain, the greater the suppression. Sadly, as evident by former events, pain is not a solution.

My greatest discovery is that emotions, If strong enough, can either enhance or eliminate bloodlust. Here is my conjecture, hate, contempt, rage, sadness and other negative feelings will enhance the effect of bloodlust on me.

On the other hand, the only 3 emotions that can exterminate all of my bloodlust are; True love, Extreme happiness and the most convenient one, Lust.

I discovered this on the third and last day before the raid. When I was walking through the tents of the Dothraki in order to train on keeping my bloodlust in check. I saw a Dothraki man r_aping his slave in broad daylight, Dothraki aren't exactly known to be shy or conservative.

When I saw the scene, all the bloodlust I was feeling from before was immediately overwhelmed by lust. Although I am only ten, I have the body of a 15-year-old, and my puberty came earlier than most.

I had to relieve myself with some good old bicep training. Can't wait to get my very own slave so she could take care of this from me.

Even though I already have permission to f*ck any slave, except the personal slaves, who serve the khal and khaleesi (my father and mother). I didn't do that as they didn't really appeal to me, and I just recently hit puberty.

I'm not some horny dig who will fuck everything with a hole, I have standards. The only ones I will have se_x with are my very own personal slaves, concubines, or my wife. (Imagining Daenerys) Hehee~.

Alright, tomorrow is the big day! I will finally know how it feels to participate in a war...war is a big word it's more of a skirmish. I will be able to take whatever I want, burn whatever I want, and fu_ck whoever I want. Not that I will do the last one. As I said, I have standards.

Besides, to be honest, I hate and detest rap_ists...however, I do find the scene hot.

A day later, I was riding my horse, eyes shining looking at the medium-sized village in the distance, they seemed to be expecting it. Judging by the 400~500 men standing outside their gates.

We numbered about 100in total, with me and my father at the front.

"Ready for your first raid son!" My father spoke loudly in his gruff voice.

"Heck yeah!" I turned to look at the Dothraki behind me. "DOTHRAKI!! LET'S HAVE SOME FUN!!!"