Chapter 13

Khal Rhago sat in his spacious tent, surrounded by his bloodriders and Khaleesi. His bloodriders, Qotho, Varo, and Hargo, lounged on richly woven rugs, relaxing with slave women that they had captured in their arms. The sound of roasting meat and the sound of raucous laughter filled the tent as Rhago had his Khaleesi, Lirtha, sat beside him.

Khal Rhago took a deep drink from his goblet and set it down with a satisfied sigh. "Tomorrow, we ride further south," he declared loudly. " We don't need someone's permission to raid and take what is ours. The Great Plains are ridden by us, and we take what we desire."

The bloodriders responded with a chorus of cheers." To Khal Rhago, " One of them shouted. He realized that it was Varo, his most trusted bloodrider, who spoke.

Qotho, a fierce warrior with a mane of dark hair, pounded his chest with his fist and roared, "To blood and glory! We will take their women, their gold, and their horses. They will learn to fear the name of Khal Rhago!"

They cheered even louder, their voices rising in laughter. Khal Rhago smiled, pride swelling in his chest as he watched his warriors, loyal and fierce, ready to follow him to the ends of the earth. He was about to stand up and give them a speech worthy of a Khal, when an unexpected sound echoed through the empty plains.

It started as a faint hiss, barely noticeable over the clamor of the tent. Rhago's keen ears picked it up first, and he paused, his eyes narrowing as he strained to identify the source. The hissing grew louder, a menacing, serpentine sound sending a shiver down his spine.

The bloodriders and warriors around him fell silent, their eyes darting around in confusion and unease. The hiss grew into a roar, a low, rumbling growl that reverberated through the ground beneath them. It was a sound unlike anything they had ever heard before, a primal, terrifying noise.

Rhago stood, his eyes looking towards the tent's opening. The tent flaps rustled as a gust of wind swept through, and the terror in him and his men grew ever more.

"To me!" Rhago shouted. The warriors sprang onto their feet, grabbed their weapons, and rushed outside. Rhago followed, his bloodriders close behind him. As they emerged from the tent, the source of the noise became clear.

High above them, silhouetted against the rising sun, was a massive dragon. The dragon's wings spread wide, casting a shadow over the Dothraki camp. Each beat of its wings sent powerful gusts of wind sweeping across the plains, causing tents to flap wildly and horses to rear in panic.

The dragon's eyes were glowing with malice, waiting to be unleashed. Its jaws parted, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth, and another hiss escaped its maw.

Khal Rhago's heart pounded in his chest as he stared up at the beast.

"Stand your ground!" he commanded."Do not show fear!"

As Rhago watched, he saw the fire building in the Dragon's throat, a searing, orange glow. Finally, a torrent of fire burst forth, engulfing everything in its path.

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Kaelarys Pov:

I hummed as I watched the Volantene army putting the survivors of the Khalasar in chains. Men, women, children, young and old—everyone had their use. Men for the mines, women as bedslaves. Children to be trained as future bedslaves, maids, slave warriors, and so on. The only ones whose fates were sealed immediately were the old ones. They could be used as sacrifices and wouldn't be subjected to the prolonged abuse or torture that awaited the younger ones.

It wasn't my place to judge, but I would call that mercy. 

I reclined back to lay my head against Ancalagon as we both lounged lazily on the grass, all cat-like. Maybe he rubbed off on me, I mused. I used my hands as pillows, fingers intertwined to keep my head steady, and enjoyed the warmth of the sun.

I heard Ancalagon shift slightly, and I knew that someone was approaching for no other reason but that Ancalagon wouldn't even think of getting up otherwise.

I opened my eyes and watched as Captain Velaros stepped towards me. He stared straight at me as he approached, walking with a confident smile, not the least bit bothered by Ancalagon. He has balls, I give him that.

"We have accomplished what we were here for and are ready to return to Volantis," Velaros said as he sat across from me. "You are free to do as you wish, not that you weren't before, but you get what I mean... the job is done. There will be a feast tonight, and you are invited if you want to join us."

"I will join you. I have nothing else to do," I said with a smile. "And those feasts are the only good thing that comes out of such fights."

"Now that that's done," I said, slapping my thigh, standing up, and placing my hand on his shoulder. "I heard you are interested in my alcohol, and I will gladly bring some to the feast tonight, so be ready to get dead drunk."

He laughed heartily at that, waving his hands airily. "That day couldn't get any better. I would otherwise never be able to afford it, so I thank you in advance."

"Well, Velaros, you won't be disappointed."

A few hours later, when the sun had already sat, I had bathed and prepared myself for the feasts or whatever they had planned. I had brought with me some servants to handle the chests full of whisky that I had prepared for everyone, having gotten them from a nearby warehouse that was under the Qoheros family. Knowing who I was, they let me take them as they were mine anyway.

It didn't take long for me to get where the feast/party was going to take place, and honestly....I should have seen it coming. I didn't even need to read the sign of the House I was going to go into to know that this was a brothel. The smell of a brothel was something else, no matter where it was. They can try to hide it with candles and perfumes and whatnot, but it won't change it.

But this was one of the better ones.' The Velvet Dragon', the sign says, and I honestly want to know who the Dragonlord was who built it. I entered together with the slaves and directly got scrutinized by half-naked girls as they danced and swayed through the room.

As I made my way further inside, I spotted the captains and several other familiar faces among the clients of this fine establishment. Captain Velaros was seated at a large table, surrounded by other officers, all of whom were in high spirits. He noticed me and raised a goblet in greeting.

"Kaelarys! Over here!" Velaros called out, a broad grin on his face.

As I made my way over to their table, I was surprised to find that not only the men but also a certain redhead woman was present. And now, without her armor, she looked even more amazing, even if the armor had a certain charm on her as well. When I reached the table, Velaros clapped me on the back and gestured for me to sit beside him, cleary having drunk a bit already if the roosky cheeks were anything to go by.

"You've arrived just in time," Velaros said cheerfully, a cup of wine in his hand. "We've been eagerly awaiting your whisky. And you, of course," he joked.

I smiled and motioned for the servants to place the chests on the table. "Well, here it is. Enjoy it. I brought enough for everyone to have their fill."

The others cheered as the servants began to pour the whisky into goblets. Lyara raised her goblet to me."To Kaelarys, dragonrider and bringer of fine whisky!"

Everyone at the table echoed the toast, and I raised my own and took a sip. I chuckled slightly when I realized I should have warned them not to gulp it down like wine, but in the end, I just shrugged my shoulder mentally.

It didn't take long for me to sit sprawled out on a seat, an attractive redhead with a glorious body in my lap, one of her hands going up and down my abs, a slight grin on her face as she looked up from kissing me.

"Why choose me when you have such an attractive woman in your company? You obviously have no problems with redheads," the whore Myranda asked me cheekily. I looked up from where I had been previously giving her jawline a few kisses, and rolled my eyes at her.

"I suppose I just couldn't get my eyes off of you," I replied with a smirk."And besides, I'm here to enjoy the night, and you looked like you'd make it worth my while."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Myranda answered huskily as I continued to kiss her jawline before moving up to her lips, crashing mine onto hers." But I know something better," She said as she broke the kiss. She waved someone over to us, but I couldn't see whom.

Moments later, a familiar figure stood next to my seat and sat herself on the armrest.

Myranda grinned mischievously and, without warning, pulled Lyara down into a deep kiss. The suddenness of it took me aback, but Lyara responded eagerly, her hands sliding up to cup Myranda's face. When they finally broke apart, both women were flushed and breathing heavily.

"Didn't know you swung both ways, Captain," I said and nodded at her in respect while I couldn't keep the grin off my face.

Myranda let out a delightful laugh as she saw my expression. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Kaelarys. I find pleasure in many forms. Why limit oneself?" Lyara practically purred.

I looked back at Myranda, still nestled in my lap, and said." See, I told you you look like someone worth my while." I glanced back at Lyara." And it seems this night just got a lot more interesting," I said, pulling Lyara closer until she was also seated on my lap.

Lyara leaned in, her hand resting on my thigh, and the other one sneaked around Myranda and cupped a breast in her hand.

I stood up, pulled both of them close, and whispered into their ears." Let's take this somewhere more private."

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Yo Yo Yo, no real 18+ Scene. I can write them, but I honestly don't know why. I think these little teasers are good enough. If you want to read 18+ stuff, then you can go to other websites or read different novels. There are plenty, but this gives you enough details to know what will happen, so.....yeah