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˖*°࿐chapter eighteen. xviii. VALAR MORGHULIS
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OUTSIDE THE WALLS OF IPRONI,the Second Sons had set up camp while Kiran, Croll, and Darys were meeting with the infamous Mother of Dragons, horses being ridden around the tents and two men were sparring in the middle of two small tables. Slaves walked around and tended to all of the Sons' needs, carrying pails of water and boxes. "That dragon bitch," one of them said.
"She talks too much," Croll sits down on a fabric chair.
"You talk too much," Darys continues to wipe down his beloved blade; a wooden handle with a naked lady carved out of it.
"She won't talk so much when she's choking on my cock," Kiran replies. He rubs his hand down the side of a whore, wearing enough fabric to cover her tits and womanhood.
"8,000 Unsullied stands between her and your cock," Darys points the tip of his knife to Kiran's manhood. Kiran chuckles. "My cock will find a way. Tell him." Kiran nods to the whore. "Is there any place my cock can't reach?"
"She'll tell me whatever you pay her to tell me."
"Darys Vypren, the whore who doesn't like whores."
"I like them very much," Darys puts the dagger back in its sheath. "I just refuse to pay them. I'm no whore, my friend."
"She sells her sheath," Kiran cups the woman's twat as he speaks, "and you sell your blade. What's the difference?"
Darys watches on without moving an inch. He isn't fazed by it. "I fight for beauty." Croll laughs. "For beauty?" Kiran replies, "We fight for gold."
"The gods gave men two gifts to entertain ourselves before we die. The thrill of fucking a woman who wants to be fucked. The thrill of killing a man who wants to kill you," Darys retorts. He didn't really care about the whore's feelings, he just wanted to fight and fuck Laelia, no matter what the cost. He was going to kill every man she had with his bare hands just to be able to bury his cock in a warm place. It didn't matter if it was wet or not, he was still fucking the Mother of Dragons.
"You'll die young," Kiran nods. The whore turns her attention to something else, her brown eyes watching the way the other men move as they fight.
"What do we do about the dragon girl? We can't beat 8,000 Unsullied on the battlefield," Croll shakes his head in disapproval.
"There won't be a battle," Kiran says. "And we don't have to deal with her eunuchs, we only have to deal with her."
