The Heat of Dorne Chapter 6 (Patreon)

The first light of dawn peaked through the porthole and startled Daemon awake.  Blinking, he took a deep breath and felt the two faces on his chest move with him.  Neither woman woke up, nor did any of the other three who were cuddling around him.

“If there’s a better way to wake up than in the arms of five beautiful, naked women you fucked the night before, I don’t know what it is,” he thought to himself as he enjoyed the warmth of their bodies and the gentle rocking of the ship on the surprisingly calm ocean waters. “Probably six women, but I’m not that greedy.”

Daemon was trapped by his lovers, unable to get out of bed without waking them, but his need to piss was not great, so he was happy to let his mind wander.  As he had learned back in Winterfell, his mind could wander a great deal further than most.  He closed his eyes and focused on Ghost, the whole process happening more quickly than it had the first time he had succeeded in doing it purposefully.

He opened Ghost’s red eyes and looked around.  The little furball had curled up in a corner in the hallway outside his cabin.  Daemon and his lovers were willing to let him sleep in the room with them, but he had whined until they let him go explore the night before.  Daemon shook his head and padded along, feeling the hard wooden floors under his paws.

The feeling of looking through the eyes and inhabiting the body of an animal had taken a while to get used to.  It was still odd to think of Ghost’s body as his while he was in the wolf’s mind, but the general disconnect he had felt the first couple times had faded since.  His hope was to, once he had mastered the magical discipline with Ghost, acquire a large bird, such as an eagle, to enter the mind of.  Not only did he want to experience flight as no Targaryen had in over a century, but he knew that in any battles to come, the ability to observe the enemy’s numbers and movements from the sky would be invaluable.

Daemon returned Ghost to the corner he had been sleeping in and curled back up before returning to his own mind.  He was greeted by the sight of Arianne staring at him.

“It’s still unnerving to see you like that,” she said.

“Where are the others?” he asked, not wanting to rehash that conversation again.

“They just left,” Arianne replied. “Ned came and told us that Astapor is in sight.”

“I must have just missed them all in Ghost,” Daemon murmured. “How did he sound?”

“Like he had run over here,” Arianne chuckled.

Daemon laughed at his poor squire.  The boy had sounded almost out of breath when he informed them that they were close to Sunspear after they returned from their trip to Braavos and the North.

He kissed Arianne’s forehead and smiled at her, saying, “good morrow.”

“Good morrow, my love,” she whispered, a soft smile on her lips that quickly soured. “We’re here.”

“I know you’re apprehensive,” Daemon said, “but we’re not doing anything wrong just by trading with these people, no matter how repulsive their general business might be.”

“I know,” Arianne sighed, “but I just can’t imagine owning my servants.  I command them, they obey, and they are paid for their service; it’s simple that way.  If they were my possessions, though, no different from my clothes or my jewels, and I spent all my life regarding them like that, I really don’t know if it would make me more unpleasant in dealing with them.”

“Owning people is abhorrent and stupid besides,” Daemon said. “I cannot fathom how the small folk here who aren’t slaves even survive.  Why would you pay someone to do something when you could just force a slave to do it instead?”

“Actually, that's a good point,” Arianne said. “You would expect a system like that to be horrifically unstable.”

“As I said, stupid,” Daemon said. “That said, the slaves may not be treated all that differently than the small folk are back home.  There are some lords who are inordinately kind to them, like my uncle, some who are right cunts to them, and then there are the rest who fall in the middle.  The masters here are likely not so different in that regard.”

“I don’t know,” Arianne said. “There are similarities, I suppose.  Instead of owning the small folk, we own the land they live on.  In a way, they are equally bound, but I think that distinction will turn out to matter more than you think.”

“Perhaps,” Daemon conceded, “but we aren’t here to further the slave trade.  We’re here to pawn off a few priceless artifacts and extort as much treasure as possible out of these slave-owning cunts.”

“When you put it like that, it seems seedy,” Arianne huffed. “Work ill fit for a prince or princess.”

“I did say that you might want to stay in Dorne,” Daemon said.

“As if I was ever going to do that,” she said. “The very idea of going, the gods only know how long, without this cock...”

She trailed off and grabbed his hardening length, only for the door to open.

“As fun as this looks, we’ve arrived,” Nymeria said. “We’ve attracted quite the crowd too.”

“Well, we have brought a fleet to their shores,” Daemon said, picking up his clothes. “Have the other ships anchored?”

“A fair bit back, as you ordered,” Nymeria replied.

“Then I suppose we should go greet our welcomers,” Arianne said as she started to get dressed. “Help me, Nym?”

*****

“State your business in Astapor!” a guard barked in a form of Valyrian.

“I am Prince Daemon Targaryen,” Daemon said in High Valyrian, “son of King Rhaegar, King of Westeros.”

“Westerosi?” the guard asked. “We don’t get your kind here often.  Why have you come all this way?”

“To trade with your masters,” Daemon replied.

“I thought your people didn’t trade in flesh,” the guard said.

“We don’t,” Daemon said flatly, “but there are other valuable goods here, surely.”

Arianne wasn’t so sure.  The red-brick city before her looked like it had seen better days.  The walls were decaying in parts, and what watchtowers she could see were unmanned.  Tired was the best word she could think of to describe the look of the place, as if the city had simply lived too long.

“You’ll find the Good Masters have few interests beyond slaves,” the guard said gruffly, “but you are free to try to treat with them in the Plaza of Pride.  Your fleet is to remain where it is anchored unless told otherwise by the Masters.  Fail to abide by that, and we will respond harshly.”

“It is a merchant fleet more than anything at the moment,” Daemon said nonchalantly. “I have no need for it right now.  Is there an inn we could visit nearby?  Our journey has been long.”

“That small pyramid on the hill over there,” the guard said, pointing to his right, “the one capped with a pole with three bronze stars; it is an inn; though I warn you, it is not cheep.”

“It will be fine.  You have my thanks, ser?,” Daemon asked, seeking his name.

“Maezon mo Ullhor,” the man replied, “captain of the guard.”

“A pleasure,” Daemon said, turning to leave towards the pyramid Maezon had pointed out.

“Was that man as unpleasant as he sounded, or is it just their tongue?” Tyene asked in common.  Of Arianne’s bastard cousins, only Sarella spoke the tongue of the dragonlords as she did, and she was not with them.

“He’s a cunt,” Daemon replied likewise.

“You’ll find little else here,” Bellegere warned them. “My people have heard countless tales of the Ghizcari masters.  They are the vilest sort imaginable.”

“Was he one of them?” Nymeria asked.

“I’d be surprised if he wasn’t noble,” Arianne replied. “These aren’t the gold cloaks.  That man is likely the only one among the guards who isn’t one of their slave soldiers.  I couldn’t see them trusting anyone but a member of one of the noble families with the task of leading them.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure that their guards are these Unsullied,” Obara said. “This place is crumbling, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they refused to waste their most valuable product on their own protection.  Fuck, I hate referring to people like that.  I can’t see you honestly getting much out of them if they can’t afford to keep their walls intact.”

“I noticed that too,” Daemon said, “but Astapor is reputedly the poorest of the three, so we’ll make it up with the other two.”

“There is something truly evil about this place,” Lewyn said, “beyond just the trade that they’re in. Something about it reminds me of the Red Keep during the worst days of King Aerys’ reign.  You can practically taste the general unease in the air.”

“We won’t be here long, I swear,” Daemon said.

Arianne had to agree with her great-uncle, and she shuddered at the thought that the Red Keep once seemed this bad.  As they entered the pyramid, they were immediately greeted by the sight of a wealthy-looking Ghiscari man beating a slave.

“You were told to have my food ready by dawn, dog!” the man barked as he backhanded the girl across the face.  She fell in a heap.

“This one is sorry, master!” the poor bloodied girl cried.

Turning to them, the man asked, “You are?”

“Merchants, my good man,” Daemon said cordially, though Arianne could hear the tightness in his voice. “We were looking for rooms for the night.”

“My pyramid is the greatest inn in Astapor,” the man boasted. “Those rooms don’t come cheep.”

“That will be no issue,” Daemon said smoothly.

The man looked at them flatly but just said, “let us see what I have available.”

As Daemon went with him, Arianne looked over at the beaten woman, wiping her face with the rags she was wearing.  The princess couldn’t claim that she had never struck a servant, but beating one to this extent over something so petty was absurd to her.

“It’s settled,” Daemon said as he returned.

“Prepare warm baths for our guests,” their host barked at the slave girl. “I trust you can do that much.”

“Yes, Master,” the girl said fearfully before taking off upstairs.

A while later, Daemon and Arianne were relaxing in their bath.

“I can practically feel you brooding, my love,” Arianne murmured as she rested her head back against his muscular chest.

“I’m beginning to doubt my assumptions about this place,” Daemon muttered.

“Bellegere did warn us about the slave owners,” Arianne sighed.

“Yes, but Braavos has hated slavery through their entire existence,” Daemon said. “Westeros does too, but we don’t have the history that Essos does, as both the faiths of the Seven and the Old Gods hold slavery to be a terrible sin.  Plenty among the Braavosi trace their lineage back to people who fled from the Freehold.”

“So you thought that they might hold an exaggerated view of the rest of Essos?” Arianne asked.

“If you asked Lord Bracken what he thought of any given Blackwood, he’d say that he or she was a thieving, untrustworthy cunt, whether or not he had ever met them,” Daemon explained. “Lord Blackwood would say the same of any given Bracken.  When a group of people has hated another group for generations, I tend not to take their opinions on them at face value.”

“But the Braavosi seem to have a point,” Arianne said.

“Aye,” Daemon sighed. “It’s not just that the first two wealthy Ghiscari we met were unpleasant either. Your uncle is right about the feel of this city.  What we’ve seen of it so far seems to have all the cheer of a dungeon.  I know what it’s like to be in a room where nearly everyone is afraid.”

“Perhaps there is something about owning others that has a way of making you worse,” Arianne said.

“Perhaps,” Daemon said, “but I just have a hard time accepting that an entire group of people could be universally wretched.  Even among the Ironborn, whose entire culture was built on theft, rape, and murder, there are tales of people who weren’t as awful as the rest.  The previous Lord Greyjoy was apparently an example like that.”

“Let’s test it,” Arianne said.

“How?” Daemon asked.

“Pretend to have interest in buying some unsullied,” Arianne said. “A merchant trying to sell his goods will put on the best face that he has to win over a customer.  If there is anything good in these people, we’ll see at least a mummery of it there.  If Bellegere is right, though, we’ll see no such thing.”

“That could be interesting,” Daemon said. “We’ll have to let the others know that we aren’t serious, of course, and when I decide against buying them, it will give me an opportunity to see what else the laughably named ‘good masters,’ are willing to trade for the egg.”

“At the very least, Sarella will appreciate the first-hand account of how the slave owners operate,” Arianne mused.

“Most of the citadel probably would,” Daemon added.

*****

“By the gods, that man has bigger tits than I do,” Arianne whispered to Daemon as they approached the good master, who would apparently be giving them a presentation on the Unsullied.

“I somehow suspect that they aren’t as nice to look at as yours,” Daemon replied.

The Plaza of Pride, as he had heard this place called, was a vast open market of red brick where the city’s merchants gathered to ply their wares.  In its center, there was a fountain made of the same red bricks full of water that smelled of brimstone.  The fountain’s centerpiece was a massive harpy made of bronze, holding a heavy chain in its claws, which had an open manacle sitting on each end.  The statue’s massive breasts were where the yellow water gushed into the fountain below.

“As magnificent as the harpy is, we have other matters to discuss,” the fat man said in his butchered Valyrian. “I am Kraznys mo Nakloz.”

“Prince Daemon Targaryen,” Daemon replied.

“So I had heard,” Kraznys said. “I was surprised to learn that a prince of the Sunset Kingdoms wished to purchase Unsullied.  I had always heard that your people thought ill of the practice.”

“That is true, your worship,” the young girl next to him said.  She was a pretty thing, with dark hair, dusky skin, and eyes the color of molten gold. “Both of the faiths found in the Sunset Kingdoms oppose the idea of owning slaves.”

“Right, right,” Kraznys said. “So tell me, Prince, do you truly wish to purchase my unsullied, or are you just wasting my time?”

Daemon fought the urge to roll his eyes.  He highly doubted that a slave girl would have dared speak out of turn and so he assumed that byplay was decided on ahead of time, for one reason or another.

“It is true that my people believe that owning slaves is a great sin,” Daemon said, “but then, they say the same of fucking whores, and it’s never stopped me.”

That got a laugh from Kraznys, who pointed to the assembled unsullied.  Daemon had been deliberately avoiding looking at them to start with, trying to pretend that he was pretending to be disinterested for the slave trader’s sake.  He had to admit, as he looked at their assembled numbers, that they did look impressive.  Astapor was even hotter than Dorne, though not as dry, and the Unsullied looked as though they had been standing there a while, perhaps since he sent word of his interest, and yet not one moved a single muscle.

They looked stronger than Daemon would have expected eunuchs to be, and they were of a variety of different peoples, from Summer Islanders to almond-eyed, copper-skinned ones that resembled descriptions he had read of the Dothraki to some who were even paler than the Northerners.  One thing that they all had in common, though, was their expression, or rather, the lack of one.  One and all, their eyes looked nearly dead, though not unfocused.  It was unnerving.

“Are they not magnificent?” Kraznys asked, pride clear in his voice.  Daemon figured that he was in the right place for it.

“They look impressive,” Daemon said, “and they might suit my needs.  I’ve read tales of their prowess, but none have ever gone into detail about their training.  Tell me of it.”

“Your records are woefully incomplete then,” Kraznys said, “for all throughout Essos know of the rigorous training of the Unsullied.”

Kraznys paused then and coughed, a fit taking him that the slave girl quickly produced a wineskin to help him with.

“Tell him, girl,” the man snarled.

“The Unsullied are trained in the shortsword, the shield, and the three spears,” the girl said. “Their training begins at the age of five, and they train from dawn to dusk each day until they have mastered each.  Their training is most rigorous, as Master Kraznys said, so much so that only one in three boys survives it.  It is traditionally held among the Unsullied that the day they win their spiked cap is theend of the most difficult part of their life, for no duty could ever compare to their training.”

“How does their castration affect their abilities?” Daemon asked. “I would have expected it to weaken them.”

“They are chosen specifically for their size and strength as boys, which the girl forgot to mention,” Kraznys growled, striking the slave girl with a stick, “and while they might not have the brute strength of uncut men, brute strength isn’t everything.  If that were the case, then bulls would not regularly die in fighting pits across the land.  What sets the Unsullied apart from all other fighters is their exceptional discipline.”

The man paused a moment and handed his wineskin back to the girl before continuing, “they do not feel, do not think unless ordered, and would not even contemplate questioning an order.  These ones have been standing out here in the searing sun for hours.  There are a thousand of them, and if I ordered them to, they would stand here, still as statues, until nine hundred and ninety-nine of them dropped dead, and if, after that, I ordered the last to stand until he joined them, he would.”

Daemon had to fight to keep the scowl off his face, and he hoped that Arianne had managed as well.

“Surely you don’t mean to say that they have no fear at all,” Daemon said skeptically. “Learning to put it aside is a vital thing for any warrior to learn, but all men still fear death.”

“The unsullied are not men, though,” Kraznys said. “They have no fear because they have no joy or feelings of any kind.  All of that is removed during their training.  Death is nothing to them, maiming even less.”

He turned to one of the unsullied, a pale man with dark hair and eyes, held out his hand, and said, “your sword.”

The unsullied knelt and offered up his blade to his master.  It was a shortsword that looked more suited for stabbing than slashing, but it was still visibly sharp.

“Stand,” Kraznys said.

“Yes, your worship,” the eunuch said as he obeyed.

“Daemon,” Arianne hissed quietly.

“Surely it would be a waste to kill one of them just for a demonstration,” Daemon drawled, trying to sound as unaffected as possible.

“It would,” Kraznys replied with a grin, “but I don’t mean to kill him or to remove anything vital.”

Without another word, Kraznys plunged the blade just behind the man’s left nipple and sawed back and forth until it fell off.  The eunuch didn’t so much as flinch as the bloody wound was made, standing still even as his blood spilled down his chest.  Daemon heard the others react behind him, grateful that they didn’t speak a word of Valyrian.

“I’m done with you,” Kraznys said to the unsullied dispassionately.

“This one is pleased to have served you.” the unsullied replied.

“What are they bleating about?” Kraznys asked the slave girl.

“They are expressing horror at your display, your worship,” the girl replied, apparently fluent in common.

“Women,” Kraznys sneered.  He then turned to Daemon and said, “as you can see, they feel no pain.”

“How is that possible?” Arianne asked, sounding ill.

Kraznys grinned, apparently enjoying her discomfort, and said, “they drink the wine of courage.  It is not wine, in truth, but a concoction of deadly nightshade, bloodfly larvae, black lotus root, and a number of other things.  They drink it with each meal, and each time they imbibe, they feel less.  They are utterly fearless in battle, and torture is wasted on them.”

Kraznys paused again, smiling wickedly at the gathered unsullied, pride clear in his black eyes.

“The removal of the penis is another vital part of making them the perfect soldiers,” he continued. “In Yunkai and Meereen, eunuchs are made just by removing the testicles, but, though infertile, these creatures can still grow erect  Without the penis, there is nothing.  They have nothing to live for except their duty.  Utterly immune to temptation, they are the purest creatures in existence.”

“That’s one word for it,” Daemon said, staring at the poor people in front of him.

“You!” Kraznys barked at the unsullied he had cut a nipple from. “What is your name?”

“Black fly, your worship,” the unsullied replied.

“What was it yesterday?” Kraznys asked.

“Blue worm, your worship,” the unsullied replied.

“Before that?” Kraznys asked.

“This one is unsure, your worship,” the unsullied replied.

Kraznys turned to Daemon and explained, “each day, the unsullied pick a name disk from a cask and return it to the cask when their duties for the day are done.  This is to remind them again and again that they are vermin.”

“How in the world does a man learn a new name each day?” Daemon asked.

“Those who cannot are culled during the training,” Kraznys replied. “Their training is extensive, as I said.  Any who cannot manage the extremes of what their duties could entail is deemed defective and eliminated.  These extremes include running across beds of coal, climbing mountains in full gear, and slaying infants.”

“What?” Daemon asked.

“To win their spiked cap, each unsullied is given a silver coin and sent to the slave marts to find a babe in their mother’s arms and slay it before her eyes.  That way, we can be sure that they will be capable of undertaking any task they could be given.”

Daemon took Arianne’s hand in her own and squeezed lightly, both to reassure her and signal for her to say nothing.

“You’re telling me that you send each one to kill a child and pay its mother for the loss?” he asked.

Kraznys cocked his head as if confused for a moment before replying, “the coin is for the child’s owner.  Unsullied are forbidden to steal, after all.  Almost all of them pass that test; the dog test is harder.  Each boy is given a puppy on the day that he is cut and made to keep it as a pet.  After a year, they are ordered to strangle the mutt.  Any who cannot do so is killed and fed to the dogs.”

Daemon felt Arianne squeeze his hand and lean on him as his blood thundered in his veins.  He wanted more than anything to plunge Nightsister through this monster’s throat, if only to see if he actually had blood in his veins rather than some kind of vile sludge.  Killing Kraznys would do nothing, though, Daemon realized that, as none of the other masters watching this display reacted even slightly.  There was no reason to imagine that Kraznys was a monster by his people’s standards, and the death of one of them would do no good.

The last time Daemon felt like this, he had laid waste to an entire army and gone on to sow destruction through their lands.  That had been a simple thing to determine; if he managed to eliminate the army, then their lands would be left defenseless.  The slave trade was a far greater thing than the Ironborn, though, and Daemon struggled to think of just what he would have to eliminate to make the slavers vulnerable.

Suddenly, an idea occurred to him, and though he knew it was going to be unpopular, he was terribly tempted.

“So, you’ve seen the unsullied and learned of their training, so tell me, how many are you looking to buy?” Kraznys asked. “They are sold in groups of a thousand, or in centuries.”

“How many do you have?” Daemon asked.

“Daemon?!” Arianne asked.

“Later,” he hissed in common. “Trust me.”

“There are ten thousand in Astapor right now,” Kraznys replied. “We have a tentative deal for two thousand of them, though the would-be buyer has yet to arrive.”

“I’ll take all of them,” Daemon said.

“All?” Kraznys asked, his eyes widening. “These are no ordinary slave soldiers.  Unless that fleet of yours is filled utterly with gold, I don’t understand how you would expect to pay for them.”

“I have something better than gold,” Daemon replied smoothly. “I have one of the Harpy’s Eggs.”

Kraznys scowled. “I am not a man who likes to have his time wasted by jokes.”

“Tis no joke,” Daemon said, pulling his arm away from Arianne to reach inside his pocket and pull out the rolled-up parchment he had.  Arianne let his arm go without resistance, and Daemon knew he wasn’t going to enjoy their next conversation.

“This is a sketch I had made of it,” Daemon said as he handed the scroll over. “I don’t know if the tune is still of any significance to your people, but it goes like this.”

Daemon whistled the tune from the red egg and watched as Kraznys’ eyes bulged as he looked over the sketch and heard the song.

“How?” he asked.

“I killed some pirates,” Daemon said with a wolfish grin. “It can be yours, for the ten thousand Unsullied and your little translator here.”

The girl looked at him for a moment.

“Do you have any idea how much ten thousand unsullied are worth?” Kraznys asked, looking wrathful.

“Do you have any idea how much the Great Masters would give me for it?” Daemon asked sardonically, delighting in the cunt’s displeasure. “I might be able to sail back here and buy them with that fortune instead.”

“What is it studded with?” Kraznys asked.

“Rubies and garnets,” Daemon replied.

Kraznys looked even angrier at that, and Daemon knew that Termo had been correct about which egg belonged to which city.

“Fine!” he growled. “All of the Unsullied and the girl for the egg, but it had better be what you say.”

“I wouldn’t have come this far if I wasn’t sure about what I had,” Daemon scoffed. “The day is growing late, and I will have to sail out to the ship I’ve stored the egg on.  What do you say about meeting again at dawn and avoiding this heat?”

“Dawn it is,” Kraznys said. “The Unsullied will all be assembled here.

Without another word, the man turned and left, leaving Daemon alone with his visibly upset wife.

“What in the world are you thinking?” Arianne hissed.

“Let’s talk on the ship,” Daemon said. “I don’t trust this place.”

Arianne looked even angrier at that and went silent.  Daemon led her away, informing the others that he wasn’t saying a word until they were back on the Silence.  Arianne was not so quiet, though, informing everyone of what had transpired.

*****

“Have you gone mad?” Obara asked.

“Your father is going to be furious when he learns of this,” Lewyn said. “You must see that!”

“I have enjoyed our time together, but I cannot remain here if you’re going to own slaves,” Bellegere said, sounding more sad than angry.

Daemon let them say their piece, drinking the wine he had purchased and had sent to the ship earlier that day.  It was swill, but Daemon wasn’t drinking it for the taste of it.  Arianne was drinking too, huddled in the corner with Tyene and Nymeria, who looked just as disturbed as she did.  His wife had described what the vile slaver had told them on their journey back to the ship.  Needless to say, he had to silence his companions more than once along the way.

“Enough!” he shouted, slamming the bottle on the table.

Bellegere and Lewyn went silent, though Obara looked like she was about to continue.

“Enough,” he repeated more calmly. “Clearly, I’m not keeping slaves.  I will free the Unsullied and the girl once we’re all free of this vile place and bring them into my honest service should they choose to join me.”

“Well, at least you haven’t entirely lost your mind,” Obara said as Bellegere visibly relaxed.

“Even that won’t silence everyone back in Westeros,” Lewyn warned.

“It will depend on how it’s presented to the people,” Daemon said. “I’ll pay a couple of the better-known bards to compose and spread songs of my valiant actions here; how I gave up potential gold to free poor beleaguered slaves.  It will work out.”

“I can’t believe how horrible they are,” Tyene said.

“Father taught us of the evils that men are capable of,” Nymeria added, “but I doubt he ever encountered anything like this.”

“I’ve encountered people like this,” Daemon said. “Once I earned my spurs, I took to leading men-at-arms in hunting bandits around Winterfell from time to time.  I slew murderers and rapers; truly vile wretches.  My uncle frequently asked me to bring more in alive to send to the wall, but I never could bring myself to spare the worst of them.  The shocking thing isn’t how horrid the individuals are; it’s how horrid the entire society is.”

“I must admit that even in Braavos we never quite heard of how the Unsullied were trained,” Bellegere said, “or at least I never did.”

“The worst thing is that I can’t even think of anything that we could do about it,” Arianne said despondently. “As terrible as they are, they are so far from home, and we could never dedicate the men and gold that would be needed to put them all down.”

“We don’t need that,” Obara said, her eyes lighting up as an idea occurred to her. “We could use the Unsullied.  Once they’re all yours, you’ll have an army far beyond their pitiful defenses already within their walls.  We could kill the cunts, all of them.”

“That is out of the question!” Lewyn exclaimed. “It would be a declaration of war on the slave cities and all their allies.  The Seven Kingdoms could end up at war with all of Essos, save for Braavos.”

“Ser Lewyn’s right,” Daemon said. “The Unsullied could take Astapor with ease, but I’m not willing to bet that they would be enough for Yunkai and Meereen, and even if they were, the masters could call upon the slave-owning free cities, the Dothraki, and the gods know who else to aid them.  No matter how good they might be, they would not be enough.”

“Fuck!” Obara growled.

“I know how you feel,” Daemon sighed. “I’m honestly shocked by the sheer evil of this place and these people.  The worst crimes committed by Maegor, Daemon, and Aemond during wartime are regularly committed as a simple part of peacetime business by these cunts.

“So what’s the plan?” Nymeria asked.

“There’s a plan?”Arianne asked.

“The Unsullied,” Nymeria said. “I can’t imagine that you’re trading the egg for them, freeing them, and making them your own personal army just for the sake of it.”

Daemon smiled at her and replied, “no, I’m not.  This place is a port city; all three slave cities are.  I have to imagine that most of their slaves come by sea, from pirates.  With the Unsullied and my fleet, I could lead a punitive mission to the Stepstones to cleanse it of pirates and see what, if any, impact it has.  I have to imagine that these slave-based city states are more unstable than ours are.  If I can disrupt the trade enough, my hope is that cracks will form that I can take advantage of.”

“Your namesake spent years warring in the Stepstones,” Arianne said, “and he had a dragon.”

“That was different,” Daemon argued. “The Triarchy was fighting tooth and nail to stop him from taking over the islands.  Not only are Myr, Lys, and Tyrosh divided today and weaker for it, but I wouldn’t be fighting to claim the islands.  I would just be looking to get in, kill every pirate in sight, and leave.”

“Your father would still object strongly to that,” Lewyn said.

“I’ll figure out a way to convince him,” Daemon said confidently.

“What if you’re wrong?” Tyene asked. “What if pirates aren’t driving the slave trade?”

“That’s what I’m taking the girl with me for,” Daemon said. “She seemed intelligent; she spoke Common as well as Valyrian and was unusually well spoken in general.  She has also hopefully spent a great deal of time around that cunt, Kraznys.  I hope that she’ll be able to answer the questions I have about the slave trade.”

“I can’t imagine she wouldn’t be willing to help,” Bellegere said. “I don’t want to think about what she’s endured in her life.”

“Well,” Lewyn said, “with your leave, my Prince, I would like to find a quiet room and drink.”

“Here,” Daemon said, handing the older man the bottle he’d been drinking from. “Tastes like piss, but it works.”

Lewyn snorted. “Thank you, my prince, princess.”

With that, he was gone, leaving Daemon alone with his lovers.

“I don’t know about you,” Obara said, “but I could use a little reminder that there are good things in the world.”

“I wouldn’t mind forgetting about today,” Arianne said, “and sex would probably do a better job than this dreadful wine.”

“I can help you forget,” Tyene purred, kissing Arianne’s neck.

“What about you, Belle?” Nymeria asked, getting out of her chair and wandering over to the former courtesan.

“I suppose I could forget a couple things,” Bellegere replied.  Nymeria chuckled lightly and pulled the other woman in for a kiss.

As the other four made their way to the large bed, Obara pulled her sand-colored tunic over her head and threw it to the ground, revealing her perky tits and muscled form.  Daemon stood up and started undressing as Obara removed her boots and breeches.  He had barely gotten his tunic off when she joined him, completely naked.

“You take too bloody long,” she growled, sinking to her knees to help him finish.

“So eager!” Daemon chuckled. “You would think I hadn’t been fucking you senseless all through this little journey.”

“You have so much more to make up for,” Obara breathed as she freed his cock and started stroking it. “Ruin me for other men and then leave me alone for moons?”

“It’s a pity you couldn’t have come with us,” Daemon said. “Oh gods!”

Obara took his cock in her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down, taking more and more of his length as she went.  She was never this quick to try and get him ready for her unless she wanted to skip right to riding him.

“Let me lie in the bed here and sit on my face,” Daemon groaned.

Obara let his cock fall from her mouth with a pop and stood up.

“I’ve never known a man who loved eating cunt like you do,” she said.

“You know I do,” he said, pulling her in to kiss her.

She wrinkled her nose as she pulled away from him, saying, “That wine really was awful.”

“Yes, it was,” Daemon said. “Now help wash the taste from my mouth.”

Obara laughed as he laid back and quickly moved to straddle his face.  He grabbed her strong thighs to hold her steady as she lowered her cunt to his mouth and started feasting on her.  She lowered herself down on top of him and started sucking his cock again.  He didn’t know if it was the talk of crushing the Astarpori masters with the Unsullied, but she was already wet, and he devoured her eagerly.  She was no less enthusiastic as she continued to suck his cock, quickly managing to swallow him to the root.

The sounds of pleasure filled the room as all six of them began what would no doubt end up being a long orgy.  Daemon had to admit that, even with his extraordinary stamina, he would have been hard-pressed to keep all five of the women in his life happy if he were the sole focus of their lusts.  Luckily for him, they were all just happy to focus their lusts on each other as well.

He feasted on Obara, kissing, licking, and sucking on her increasingly wet cunt as she ground herself on his face.  The warrior woman was never one to tease him when she sucked his cock, opting instead to test his ability to withstand the pleasure she gave him.  He was in the mood to tease her, though, and as she started to soak his face with her arousal, he moved to her clit, flicking his tongue over the hard nub just the way he knew that she liked.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she groaned, taking a break from trying to inhale his cock. “You eat cunt like a fucking god.”

“Which gods would that be?” he asked, moving her off of his mouth for a moment. “It’s not something I could see any of the Seven do.”

Obara forced her cunt back onto his mouth and growled, “you know what I mean!”

He laughed as he went back to pleasuring her.  He wrapped his lips around her clit and started sucking gently on the sensitive flesh.

“Yes, just like that,” she cried, her thighs starting to shake under his hands.

Daemon kept up his efforts, driving her ever closer to her peak.  He had been with her enough times to know the signs of her orgasm very well, and when she started to show the first signs, he moved his mouth over and stuck his tongue inside her.  He felt her walls quiver around his tongue and knew that he had very nearly made her cum, though her frustrated growl could have told him that.

“Damn it all,” Obara cried, “you know I’m close!”

She tried to grind her cunt on his face to move him closer to her clit, but he held her in place.  Daemon knew that she was one of the most physically strong women he had ever met, but he was stronger, and as he moved his hands to hold her hips in place, she couldn’t move.  Slowly, languidly, he lapped up her tangy arousal as she descended from her near-peak.  Once he was sure that she wouldn’t cum the second he touched her clit, he moved back to it.  He repeated what he had done before, working her right to the edge of orgasm before backing off.

“Cunt!” she screamed in frustration.

“Is Daemon being cruel?” he heard Arianne ask, her amusement as clear in her voice as her pleasure.

“Obara, you should just let him tease you,” Tyene said. “The other day, when he and Ari tied me down and did that over and over again, I thought I was going to die when I finally came; it was so amazing.”

“Your gorgeous face was the reddest I had ever seen it,” Arianne cooed.

As Daemon recalled the night in question, his grip on Obara’s hips loosened, and she broke free.

“Tyene might like that,” she growled, “but I’ve never been patient.”

Daemon expected her to try outright fucking his face, but she crawled further down and positioned herself over his cock.  As soaking wet as she was, she needed only a little downward pressure to take him inside her.

“Gods, I love this cock!” Obara groaned as she sank down to the base of him.

They had all gotten very used to his cock after all these months, and not even Tyene struggled quite as much to take him anymore, though he knew that the near-orgasms were a large part of why Obara had so little trouble.  She was just as snug and wonderful around him as the first time, though, and by the quivering of her cunt, he knew that her first peak wouldn’t take long.

Obara was facing away from him, and when Daemon sat up, his chest pressed into her strong back.

“Want me on all fours?” she purred.

“Not really,” Daemon replied. “Crawl over to the wall.”

Obara chuckled and did so, leading him over to the headboard of their bed and the wooden wall it sat up against.  Daemon lifted her arms and brought her hands to rest on the wall as she rested on her knees.  The wall wasn’t flat, with protruding square planks spaced out evenly across it.

“I want you to hold onto the wall no matter what,” he whispered in her ear. “No matter how good it feels, don’t let go.  Do you think you can?”

She leaned her head back against his shoulder and said, “I’ll hold on if it means you’ll start fucking me.”

Daemon pulled half of his cock out of her cunt and plunged back in hard enough to audibly smack her arse with his hips.  She was so wet that he didn’t have to worry about starting slowly or being careful.  Out of all his lovers, Obara was the one with the roughest tastes, and Daemon was happy to give her what she wanted.

“You were already wet when we started,” he said. “Was it planning your slave revolt that made your little cunt run hot?”

“Fuck,” Obara whimpered. “They would have deserved it.”

“I knew sparring made you wet, but I didn’t think it was just violence in general that did it,” Daemon chuckled.

“I’ve always...oh gods, right there...loved a good fight,” Obara moaned, “and a good fuck.  You’re the best I’ve ever had of either.”

“I’ll free the Unsullied, but I intend to offer them honest work as my personal army,” Daemon said. “Imagine the kind of battles we could have and the kind of foes we could crush.  I’d fuck your tight little cunt after each one, until your throat was hoarse from screaming.”

“Fuck!” Obara shrieked as she came undone.

Daemon’s eyes nearly crossed as Obara’s cunt squeezed his cock rhythmically.  He closed his hands over hers on the wall as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm, feeling her hard, muscular form writhe against him.  That had to be the fastest she had ever cum for him.  If fantasies of blood and mayhem worked that well, then he would make a point of using them often.  He shouldn’t have been surprised in truth.  Obara was the least feminine woman he had ever taken to bed, not that he adored her gorgeous body any less for it.

Pulling her back against him by her hair, Daemon licked the salty sweat from her neck and nibbled on her earlobe.

“Can you imagine what our children will look like?” he whispered in her ear.  She looked at him in shock, but he continued anyway, “two strong warriors for parents, what terrors they’ll be on a battlefield, fighting for the cause of their trueborn cousin-siblings.

“Fuck Daemon,” she whimpered, her cunt fluttering around him.

Daemon reached around to cup her tits and kneaded them gently as his cock continued to piston in and out of her cunt.  Her moans were getting louder again already, and he knew it wouldn’t take much more to push her over the edge a second time.  He adjusted his angle slightly, moving to hit a spot deep inside her that he knew she adored.

Reaching down to snake his fingers through the dark brown curls of her sex, he found her clit and whispered in her ear, “it won’t be much longer, you know.  Another year or so, and Arianne will stop drinking moon tea, and once our first child is born, I’m breeding all of you.”

“Daemon!” she screamed as she came again.  Her hands slipped from the wall, and he let her go that time, fucking her on all fours as her whole body spasmed and shook with her pleasure.  The thought of having all five of his lovers pregnant with his children was nearly enough to make him spill, and as soon as Obara slumped over on the bed, he pulled out of her and took a moment to relax.

Daemon had been fully focused on Obara all through that rough, athletic fuck and had only heard the moans and cries coming from the rest of the bed.  As he turned to look at his other lovers, he grinned wickedly.  In the middle of the bed, Arianne and Tyene were locked together, their faces buried between each other’s thighs as both drank from the other’s cunt.  Bellegere and Nymeria were also locked in a heated embrace on the far side of the bed, but in their case, they were joined in passionate kiss as they ground their wet cunts on each other’s thighs.  That explained why the moans he had heard had sounded so muffled.

Bellegere and Nymeria looked quite happy to continue their slow, relaxed intimate moment for now, so Daemon turned to Arianne and Tyene.  The two were too enthralled with each other to notice him, so he pressed his lips to the small of Arianne’s back.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked.

“Daemon,” Arianne purred as she raised her head from Tyene’s cunt to look at him.  She glanced over at Obara, slumped over on the bed, and chuckled, saying, “did you wear her out already?”

“She needed a break,” Daemon replied, grinning.

“You clearly don’t,” Tyene said, staring at his cock with clear lust in her eyes. “Did you even finish?”

“Not yet,” Daemon said, his cock throbbing as the gorgeous blonde starred at it longingly.

“Oh!” Tyene said, “Ari, we can try out that idea you had.”

“Oh?” Daemon asked as he saw his wife’s eyes light up.

“It was a way to let you fuck us both together,” Arianne said simply.

Daemon cocked an eyebrow and said, “I am a man of many talents, but even I can’t grow a second cock.”

“You might kill a woman if you had two of these,” Arianne said, shuddering, “but no, we just need to lie together while you go back and forth between us.”

“You should be on top, Ari,” Tyene said. “You’re smaller.”

Arianne nodded, and Daemon watched as she rolled off of Tyene and crawled over to lie on top of the other woman while facing her.  With both their legs spread and their cunts on full display, it wasn’t hard to figure out what they wanted, and Daemon let out a low whistle at the thought.  It wasn’t often any more that he did something in bed for the first time, but this was new to him.

“You switch back and forth between cunts, fucking the two of us together,” Tyene said, “and the one you finish in is the winner.”

“What does the winner get?” Daemon asked, amused.

“The winner gets her cunt eaten by the loser,” Arianne purred, her eyes practically black with desire as she starred back at him. “Though, given that the loser gets to drink your seed from the winner, I don’t know who truly wins.”

Chuckling at his wife’s words, Daemon grabbed big handfuls of her meaty arsecheeks and kneaded the round orbs.  Spreading them wide, he saw her puckered arsehole wink at him and her quivering quim drip arousal down on the blonde.  Despite the sight, he chose to plunge into Tyene first.

“Yes!” Tyene moaned as he spread her tight walls apart.  The first time he had fucked her, it had been a challenge to even penetrate her incredibly tight cunt.  Having had her countless times since had made that much less of a challenge, though, and her slickness from Arianne’s oral attentions made it easy for him to slip right inside.  She still clung to him like a hot, wet vice through.

“Why didn’t you pick me first?” Arianne asked petulantly.

“Maybe because he...oh fuck...knows I’m going to win,” Tyene said cheekily, “and so he decided to just get it over with.”

“Careful, Ty,” Arianne said. “if you’re too much of a brat, I could cut you off.”

“Ah, gods!” Tyene cried as he hit a particularly deep spot inside her. “There are far more fun ways to punish me, Arianne.”

“True,” Arianne replied, grazing a nail down Tyene’s cheek. “I could spank your gorgeous ass red, but making you sit and watch him fuck the rest of us senseless would be entertaining too.”

“I’m going to switch every time the one I’m fucking cums,” Daemon said. “So if you want to have your turn sooner…”

He trailed off, figuring that he didn’t have to explain, and the twin looks of lust that he got from them in response proved him right.  Arianne immediately captured Tyene’s mouth with her own and started kneading the other woman’s large breasts.  Daemon’s grip on Tyene’s hips tightened as he continued fucking the beautiful blonde.  Her moans grew louder, especially when Arianne broke off the kiss and moved down to suck on her nipples.  Between Tyene’s tight heat and the erotic display that the two women were putting on, Daemon had to consciously hold himself back.  He wasn’t cumming until he had brought both of them to at least a peak each.

“I’ll be good, Ari,” Tyene whimpered. “I’d do...ugh...anything for more of this cock!”

“Anything, huh?” Arianne laughed.

“Yes!” Tyene screamed as he hit that deep spot again. “Obara’s right, you did fucking ruin us!”

“Can’t argue with that,” Daemon heard Nymeria mutter beside them.

“Well, I can think of one thing you could do for me,” Arianne said softly.

“What?” Tyene asked, sounding increasingly strained as her orgasm drew closer.

Arianne reached down to Tyene’s cunt to stroke her clit as she said, “cum.”

“FUCK!” Tyene screamed as she came, her back arching as far as it could under Arianne’s weight.  Her wails echoed through the room as pleasure coursed through her entire body.  Daemon groaned as he felt her already tight cunt squeeze him hard as it fluttered and spasmed around his length.  He held back with practiced ease, fucking her through her orgasm.  As soon as it stopped, he pulled out of Tyene and plunged into Arianne in one thrust.

“Yes!” Arianne moaned, burying her face in Tyene’s neck as Daemons started fucking her hard.  She was incredibly wet just from watching him fuck Tyene, and he knew it wouldn’t take her long to cum if he really pounded her.  Hoping to draw it out, he moved slowly, thrusting in and out of her at an unusually gentle pace for them.  He reached under her to cup her breasts, enjoying the feeling of having his hands sandwiched between hers and Tyene’s.

“Have I said recently that I’m the luckiest man in the world?” Daemon asked.

“I’m the lucky one,” Arianne whispered as she sat up a little.

Daemon looked around the bed, taking in the sight of Nymeria riding Bellegere’s face, her own a picture of bliss, and then seeing Obara sprawled out next to them.

“Look around us, my love,” Daemon chuckled.

“Any wealthy man could enjoy such pleasures for mere coin,” Arianne said, “and every one of them would name me a whore for my lusts.  Even by Dornish standards, I’m a wild thing, Daemon.  Not only do you satisfy me utterly, though, you’ve indulged my every desire without judgment of any kind.  I am the luckiest woman in the world; trust me.”

Daemon pulled Arianne back and brought her lips to his, pouring every bit of his passion and adoration into the kiss.  He sped up his thrusts, spearing her molten depths again and again.  It might not be before this orgasm, as he felt her already starting to approach it, but he decided that he was going to finish inside her if he could help it.

“Just like that, just like...fuck I love your cock,” Arianne babbled as she soared towards her peak.

“Fucking hells, I love watching your tits jiggle as you get fucked,” Tyene said, staring up at Arianne and licking her lips. “Why couldn’t you have been fostered in Dorne, Daemon?  We could have had so many more years of fun together.”

“Fuck me...oh gods...that would have been...amazing,” Arianne whimpered.

“I guess we’ll just have to make up for it,” Daemon laughed. “Now, suck on her tits, Tyene.  Let’s make this little vixen scream.”

“Gladly,” Tyene said, grinning wickedly.  She grabbed Arianne’s breasts and brought her mouth to one of her hard, dark nipples.

“Fucking hells that feels good,” Arianne whimpered. “I love you two...I lov...AHHH”

She screamed at the top of her lungs as she came undone, writhing in their arms.  Daemon felt her cunt gush, soaking his balls and Tyene both.  He pulled out of her and watched the gaping hole spasm around nothing.  Grinning widely, he sank back inside Tyene and started fucking her again, much to her audible delight.  He fucked Tyene through another mind-melting climax and had nearly brought Arianne to another as well when he felt Nymeria and Bellegere ghost their fingers over his biceps.

“That looks like a lot of fun,” Nymeria commented.

“It’s been fun to watch,” Obara piped up, awake and openly touching herself to the display.

“The game ends when you finish, right?” Bellegere asked.

“Yes,” Daemon groaned.

“Well, I didn’t hear Tyene or Arianne say anything about us not interfering,” Nymeria said. “Can we help, Arianne?”

“Fuck,” Arianne moaned, her pleasure threatening to overwhelm her as her latest climax approached. “Do what you want!”

“Hey!” Tyene cried. “That’s not fair!”

“Please,” Nymeria snorted, “like you wouldn’t relish another chance to eat Arianne’s cunt.  It’s been your favorite meal for years.”

Daemon laughed as Tyene actually blushed at the brunette's crude words.

“We could suck his balls,” Bellegere suggested, cupping his sack. “They’re so fucking big.  You could put babes in a dozen women in a night with these things.”

“Suck his balls, Bellegere,” Nymeria said. “I have something else in mind.”

“Oh?” Daemon asked, letting out a strangled groan as he felt Bellegere’s full lips wrap around one of his balls.

“I know you said you don’t want me to play with your arsehole,” Nymeria said, “but there is a way for me to give you a taste of that pleasure without doing it.”

“What is it?” he asked warily.

“A spot right in here,” she replied, digging a knuckle right behind his scrotum.

“Gah!” Daemon croaked as he felt pleasure he’d never known.

Nymeria giggled and reached under Arianne to help her along as well.

“GODS, YES!” Arianne shrieked as she came, a few careful strokes of her throbbing clit all it had taken to push her over the edge.  Daemon’s vision went white as he joined her, cumming harder than he could recall.  Whatever magic Nymeria was using on him worked, and he felt his legs buckle as he pumped what felt like gallons of his seed into his wife.  When it was over, he found himself lying on top of her and Tyene and quickly pulled out so that he could turn over and lie on his back.

“Did you enjoy it?” Nymeria asked, a smug grin on her face as she knelt next to him.  Daemon was too busy trying to catch his breath to say anything.  He did hiss, though, when the pale brunette took his softening cock in her hands.

“That was incredible,” Daemon said as he finally started breathing normally again.

“It’s quite simple too,” Nymeria said.  She leaned in to smell his cock, still glistening with a mix of his spend and the juices of three different women, and sighed. “Fuck I love the smell of sex.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one,” Bellegere said as she joined Nymeria on her knees.  “You’re even large soft.”

“Hangs halfway to his knees,” Nymeria cooed. “No wonder we’re all so taken with you.”

“And here I thought it was my personality,” Daemon said dryly.

“No, it’s the giant cock,” Nymeria replied, not quite keeping the smile off her face.

“We’re going to need to get him hard again,” Bellegere said.

“You do that while Nymeria sits on my face,” Daemon said.

“What?” Nymeria asked, “but I wanted to…”

“You’ll get to enjoy plenty of my giant cock later,” Daemon said.

“You know I was joking,” Nymeria said.

“I do, but I also want to taste that lovely cunt of yours,  he said.

“You might be the only woman I’ve ever seen who tried to suck cock instead of getting her cunt eaten,” Bellegere giggled.

Nymeria ran a finger through the sex juices and brought it to her lips as she crawled up towards him.  He held her in place as her tits passed over his face to kiss, lick, and suck on her nipples as he felt Bellegere start cleaning his cock.  In her hot little mouth, he knew that it wouldn’t take long for him to harden again.  He let Nymeria go, and she continued up until her thighs were on either side of his head.  He looked up into her violet eyes, seeing the wanton desire written plainly on them, and then down at her weeping sex.

“Fuck, you have a beautiful cunt,” Daemon sighed as it came into view.  She really did too, with the sparsest cover of hair he had ever seen, tiny, taut lips, and a bizarrely cute little clit.

“So you’ve said before,” Nymeria giggled.

Daemon didn’t reply, instead bringing her down towards his eager mouth.  Her moans were music to his ears as he started feasting on her.  Most men would balk if they ever knew how much he utterly loved the taste of cunt, but he had never been one to care what others thought of him.

“Fucking hells, I still can’t believe how good you are at that,” Nymeria whined.  “Just about the only way anyone could say that you’re like a woman...EEP!”

Daemon chuckled at how she squeaked when he slapped her arse for that comment, never pausing his kissing and licking.  He didn’t want to make her cum like this, wanting instead to get her nice and close for when he fucked her.  He was already as hard as steel and was just enjoying the way that Bellegere was slowly, teasingly bobbing her head up and down on his length.  When Nymeria’s moans grew louder, he sucked her clit between his lips and flicked his tongue just the way he knew she liked.

“Fuck that feels so good,” she moaned, her thighs starting to shake.

Daemon dug his fingers into her hips and pulled her down to sit on his chest.

“I was so close!” Nymeria whined.

“I know, but when I make you cum, it’s going to be while I’m fucking that gorgeous little cunt of yours,” Daemon said, his voice low and rumbling.  Nymeria shuddered at his words and rolled off of him.

Bellegere let his cock go with an audible pop and looked over at him expectantly, saying, “what am I to do?”

“You’re going to go get the oil,” Daemon said.

“Daemon, I’m still pretty sore,” Nymeria said.

“Oh, it’s not for you, Nym,” Daemon assured her while eyeing Bellegere.  The former courtesan looked excited at the prospect and went to retrieve the oil.

Daemon snaked his fingers into Nymeria’s long, dark hair and pulled her over to kiss her.  His tongue danced with hers as he positioned himself between her legs and sank into her sodden depths.  She moaned into her mouth, her arms wrapping around his neck as he bottomed out inside her.  She had been close to her peak when she rolled off him, and it didn’t take long for him to bring her back to the precipice of release.  Nymeria’s tits rolled with every hard thrust, her hard nipples rubbing against his muscular chest.

“Fuck, just a little more!” Nymeria cried, her eyes clenched shut as her pleasure soared. “Harder!”

Daemon wrapped his hands around her ankles and moved her long legs up onto his shoulders.  With the slight change in position, he was able to reach a little deeper and took full advantage.

“Right there!” she screamed. “Gods, yes, more, more mo...FUCK!”

Daemon let her legs fall to his sides, wrapping tightly around his waste as she came, and buried his face in the crook of her neck.  He sucked gently on her pulse point, never slowing as he fucked her through her orgasm.  When it finally passed, he pulled out of Nymeria and admired her.  She was so pale that the rosy color her pleasure brought out in her was clearer than most of the women he had ever had.  As she lay there, panting for breath, her face and chest were a deep, gorgeous red.

“I found it,” Bellegere said as she joined him, holding the bottle of oil in her hands.  As Daemon took it, he noticed that it felt rather light and hoped that he remembered to replace it before they left.

Bellegere crawled over to a still-twitching Nymeria and started kissing along her inner thighs while shaking her hips at Daemon.  From the moment he laid eyes on Bellegere, he knew that taking her from behind would be particularly fun.  Her large, thick arse was a thing of beauty, and seeing it ripple and jiggle as he fucked her on all fours was every bit as enjoyable as he had assumed it would be.  That she turned out to be as fond of being fucked in the arse as Nymeria made Daemon wonder if he wasn’t being blessed by a particularly generous god.

Coating three of his fingers in the thick oil, Daemon set about stretching her puckered arsehole, sinking two inside her to start.

“Gods, I love that,” Bellegere groaned.

“We still need to convince Tyene and Obara,” Nymeria said, looking over at the others.

Daemon glanced over where she was looking and saw Tyene had her face buried between Arianne’s thighs while Obara sat on her face.

“If they’re willing, they’re willing, but I’m not about to push it,” Daemon said. “The gods know I have more to enjoy in my life than most ever have.”

“It’s not about you; it’s about them,” Nymeria argued. “I’ve never cum harder in my life than I do when you fuck my ass.”

Daemon just chuckled and worked his third finger into Bellegere’s arse, stretching her wide.  He carefully worked them in and out until he was sure that she could comfortably take his considerable girth.  Coating his cock with the oil, he placed the bulbous head right at her still-stretched hole and pushed inside.

“Ugh,” Bellegere grunted as the thick head of his cock slipped past her tight ring. “Fucking hells.”

Daemon groaned at the sensation of being buried inside Bellegere.  It didn’t matter how many times he did it; he doubted that he would ever truly get used to the all-encompassing heat and tightness of a woman’s arse.

“Keep going,” Bellegere begged.

“There really is nothing like that stretch, right?” Nymeria asked.

“It’s amazing,” Bellegere agreed, grunting and groaning as he pushed inch by inch inside her.

“Watching it alone makes me wet,” Nymeria moaned, grazing her fingers over her clit.

“Was that a hint?” Bellegere asked, laughing.

“No,” Nymeria replied, sounding just as amused, “but I wouldn’t tell you no.”

As Daemon burried the last inch of his cock inside the sweltering depths of Bellegere’s arse, he leaned in and brushed her long, dark curls away from her right ear.

“If you’re a good girl for Nymeria, I won’t stop until you pass out,” he whispsered in her ear, making her shiver. “Otherwise, I’ll have to divide my time between you two.”

“I...ahh!” Bellegere moaned as he nibbled on her earlobe. “I’ll be good!”

Daemon chucked and pulled most of his cock out of her before slamming back inside.  Her pleasured grunt made him smile, and he pushed her face between Nymeria’s thighs.

“Oh fuck, just like that,” Nymeria cooed as Bellegere began licking her cunt. “I’m so glad that you came with them from Braavos.”

“So am...oh gods...so am I,” Bellegere groaned.

Daemon didn’t have to go slow or gentle for long with Bellegere; she was quite used to getting fucked in her arse by him after the last few moons.  He quickly built up to a hard, fast pace, pounding her tightest hole with all of his strength.  His hips hit her meaty cheeks hard enough to make them jiggle every time, a sight he doubted he would ever get enough of.

“I couldn’t have...couldn’t go back to bedding...gah...other men!” Bellegere cried.

“He does have a way of ruining you, doesn’t he?” Nymeria asked.

Daemon soaked up the praise as he always did.  His lovers had taken to feeding his ego by saying things like that during sex, and he couldn’t deny that it turned him on.  He felt Bellegere’s arse start to flutter and slowed his thrusts.

“More!” she immediately cried. “I’m so close!”

“Make Nymeria cum, and I will,” he demanded.

Bellegere didn’t say a word in response.  She just wrapped her lips around Nymeria’s clit and started fingering her.

“Oh, gods,” Nymeria moaned, her hands going right to Bellegere’s head. “Oh, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

She babbled on, praising the other woman’s efforts as she soared towards her peak.  Her violet eyes locked onto Daemon’s, and he could see the adoration and bliss in them as plain as day.

“YES!” she screamed as she came, her thighs clenching around Bellegere’s head.

The second Nymeria hit her peak, Daemon picked up his pace.  Bellegere moaned loud enough to beheard well outside their room, though anyone who worked for Daemon and Arianne long enough would eventually hear them fucking, either each other or their paramours.  Daemon reached forward and grabbed Bellegere’s hair as close to her scalp as he could.  Pulling her head back, he grinned as she grew even louder.

“Such a good girl you are,” Daemon praised her.

“I’m good, I’m good!” she moaned, clearly nearing a mind-shattering peak.

“I made you a promise, and I’m going to keep it,” Daemon said. “I’m going to fuck your arse until you pass out.  You’re not going to be able to sit straight for a week.”

“Yes!” Bellegere cried. “Don’t stop!  Paint my guts white!”

Daemon pulled her head back further until he could see her face, grinning at the expression of pure pleasure written across it.

“I’ve rearranged your guts with my cock, my pet,” he growled.  “I’ve made this arse mine, just like I did your cunt and your throat.”

“I’m yours,” Bellegere shrieked as she came, her back arching even further.

Daemon groaned as he felt the muscles of her arse clench hard around his cock.  The feeling was indescribable, and he might very well have cum if he hadn’t already.  He knew it would take more than one orgasm to make Bellegere pass out, and he was determined to overwhelm her.  Tightening his grip on her hips, he continued pounding her arse hard, the sound of his hips slapping her cheeks echoing through the room.  His balls were slapping her dripping cunt as well, spreading her arousal under them.

Nymeria got up and walked behind Daemon, and he assumed she was joining the others.  He turned out to be right, though not as he had expected.

“I can’t believe she enjoys that,” Tyene murmured.

“I keep saying you would too,” Nymeria said.

“I certainly did more than I expected,” Arianne admitted.

“Maybe another time,” Obara said.

Daemon looked over and chuckled at his audience.  If they wanted to watch, though, he was happy to give them a show.  Pushing Bellegere down until she was lying flat, he fucked her prone.  She screamed and squealed her way through orgasm after orgasm as he did his best to drive her mad.  When he finally saw her go limp, he let go with a roar, filling her bowels with rope after rope of his seed.  He fell forward, bracing himself on his arms to avoid smothering his insensate lover.

“Maybe I can give that a try,” Obara said as the others joined him.  He pulled out of Bellegere and rolled onto his back, taking in the sight of four women staring at him wantonly.

“I’m sure you’ll need a moment,” Arianne said, “but I hope it won’t be long; we still need you.”

Daemon felt his softened cock twitch at the lust in her voice, and he chuckled.  The day might have had its challenges, but in that moment, he felt like he could handle any challenge so long as he had them by his side.

*****

The Unsullied were gathered in their thousands as Daemon approached the Plaza of Pride.  Standing in perfect formation, still as statues.  They looked impressive; soldiers like that couldn’t look any other way, but as the prince looked at them, he saw not soldiers.  In each one, he saw a young boy brutalized beyond imagining, a strangled dog, and a butchered babe.  He would raze this wretched city to the ground, pulling it apart brick by crumbled brick, if he thought it would do any good.  The problem was much larger than Astapor, though, and it would require a larger plan to handle.  Knowing that didn’t make him feel any less murderous, however.

Daemon was alone, save for Lewyn, his other guards, and the servants carrying the egg.  Arianne had made it abundantly clear that morning that she never wanted to lay eyes on Kraznys again, and he didn’t blame her.  All of his lovers had stayed behind on the ship, and he was glad that they had each other’s company.  As he looked upon the fat, vile creature he had come to do business with, he wished that he was so lucky.

“The Harpy’s Egg!” Kraznys exclaimed. “It looks exactly like the old illustrations.”

“You’ll be even more impressed by the sound,” Daemon said, forcing himself to sound like he wanted to be there.

He pulled the long metal pin from his doublet and inserted it into the hole, unlocking the egg.  The second it opened, the tune flowed out into the plaza.  The other masters had been silent up to that point, but they started speaking to each other in clear excitement as they heard the song.  Daemon supposed that they all believed he was trying to swindle them right up to that point.  He could have commissioned a convincing fake, he supposed, if he had had the diagrams that Termo had in his possession, but they couldn’t have replicated whatever the Valyrians did to have it produce music.

“Here,” Kraznys said, handing Daemon the whip he was holding.

“That’s it, then?” Daemon asked, “they’re mine?”

“Yes,” Kraznys said.  Turning to the girl, he added, “you are too.

Daemon looked down at the whip in his hand and felt a chill go down his spine.  He could do what Obara had suggested.  It would be so easy to give the command.  With but a few short words, he could have every master in the city put to the sword and ensure that they never managed to harm another innocent.

“Is this how the Conqueror felt as he rode the Black Dread?” he wondered to himself. “Knowing that he could kill anyone who crossed his path with ease, what a terrible pleasure that feeling of power must have been.”

Daemon looked up at Kraznys and imagined how simple it would be before squashing the thought.  He needed an actual plan to deal with the wretched man and his ilk and for that he needed information.

Turning to the clever-seeming slave girl, Daemon asked, “what is your name?”

“This one is called Missandei, my Prince,” she replied.

“Come, Missandei,” he said, “we’ve a long journey ahead of us.”

“Unsullied!” he called out, “march towards the port.  We set sail at once.”

In lockstep, they turned and marched as ordered.  Daemon would instruct the ship captains to make a stop between Astapor and Yunkai, where he could call the Unsullied to assembly and inform them that they were free.  He wasn’t about to do it in Astapor, though.  He didn’t want to spend another moment in the red city.

“Missandei,” Daemon said as soon as they were out of the Plaza of Pride, “how long did you serve that cu...Kraznys?”

“This one has served his worship for many years, my prince,” Missandei replied.

“I see,” Daemon said.  Switching to Common, he asked, “what languages do you speak?”

Replying in Common, she said, “this one speaks the common language of Westeros, High Valyrian, as well as many different Valyrian dialects, the Summer Tongue, the language of the Dothraki, the language of the Rhoynar, Lhazareen, and a little old Ghiscari.  This one also speaks the tongue of Naath, my prince.”

“You left that one for last,” Daemon pointed out. “Is that where you are from?”

“It is, my prince,” Missandei replied.

“Would it be possible for you to refer to yourself as I rather than this one?” Daemon asked.

“Slaves are not allowed to do so, generally,” Missandei replied.

“And if you weren’t a slave?” Daemon asked.

Missandei’s eyes widened, and she gasped.

“You mean to free us?” she whispered.

“Once we’re away from this place,” Daemon replied. “I wouldn’t want those cunts to get any ideas.”

“That is likely wise, my prince,” Missandei said. “What will become of us?”

“I will offer you all employment as free men and women,” Daemon replied. “In your case, it would be as a handmaid for my wife, the one among the group I was with yesterday who also understood Valyrian.”

“If this o...I could ask, why do this?” Missandei asked. “Why trade a priceless artifact just to free slaves?”

“It wasn’t my intention,” Daemon replied, “but Kraznys’ behavior left me so sickened that I felt the need to do something.  It is not the only egg I have, either.  I have the other two as well.”

“His worship will be furious when he learns this,” Missandei replied, a hint of an amused smile forming on her face.

“You don’t need to refer to him in such terms either,” Daemon pointed out.

“What would the duties of a handmaid entail?” Missandei asked. “If it is to pleasure either of you, know that this...I do have some experience.”

Daemon turned to the young woman, who he figured to be around his age and looked into her golden eyes.  “You’re a beautiful woman, Missandei, and if you decide that you want to join my wife and I in our bed, I doubt that either of us would object, but that would be your choice.”

She smiled widely at that and asked, “so a handmaid would mostly just wait on the princess then?”

“More or less,” Daemon replied. “We’ll go over it later.”

They reached the port just then, and Daemon smiled at the sight.  He had a massive fleet and a formidable army.  All he needed was a target and as he looked over to his new companion, he hoped that she would be able to give him one.