IV. DAARIO NAHARIS

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Season 6 spoilers regarding Daenerys and the Dothraki.

A Dothraki woman seeks vengeance against the man who killed her brother, disguising her ways with seduction

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A Dothraki woman seeks vengeance against the man who killed her brother, disguising her ways with seduction.

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It was too late for me to do anything. He had already brought down the rock to Akho's head. I could hear what the blow did to my brother's skull no matter how far away I stood, rooted to spot as the foreigner continued to smash the rock down again and again. When he was satisfied, he threw the rock to the side and straightened back up, flipping his short hair out of his face. Yes, foreigner.

The white-haired girl was a foreigner too and later that night, I found myself bowing before her among the dosh khaleen and the rest of the khalasars as she stepped out of the burning temple, unscathed and nude with every last khal in Vaes Dothrak dead behind her. She was their khaleesi now, but she wasn't mine. Not when she rode beside the man who murdered my brother. The white woman heard the affirmative shouts when she asked her khalasar to follow her through poison water to Westros, but she didn't hear my silence. I knew I couldn't have been the only one, but that didn't matter to me.

When we set camp the first night, I slipped into the murderer's tent. My lips tugged up when I saw he was sleeping.

I left him to sleep that night, alive and breathing, but I didn't leave barehanded.

He found me the next day just as Qhona thrust his côck into me. I clenched my thighs around him and sank my teeth into my lip as he continued to plunge into my dripping cûnt. I forced myself to get ahold of my thoughts for just a moment so I could deem my brother's murderer as a clever man for finding me out. But that was when Qhona lowered his mouth to latch over an aching nipple, ridding my mind of any thoughts other than the ones appreciating the pleasures he was giving to me.

The man watched the whole thing from where he stood, casually leaning against the wall behind him. It was only a couple of minutes after Qhona got me off and left to make water, that he approached me.

"I should have been born Dothraki." He surprised me with his control of the language.

"With a pretty face like yours, you'd be eaten alive by the women." I washed down any essence Qhona had left between my legs. My eyes never left his as I slid the wet rag down my exposed thighs.

"Funny, I haven't been approached by a single Dothraki yet." He unabashedly watched my every move and continued to stare at my chest even after I had pulled my dress back up.

"That is because you ride with the white woman."

"I ride beside her." He amended, making himself at home on the throw that Qhona had completely disregarded since he had ended up fûcking me against the wall. "Are you telling me the Dothraki fear to sleep with me because I ride beside Daenerys? I hadn't taken you as a woman of fear."

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