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Chapter 26
The sound of thousands upon thousands of Dothraki screamers riding near The Painted Mountains was a sight of fear for anyone who could witness the size of such a horde. The riders were renowned for their ability to create chaos on the battlefield. None could say that such reputation was unfounded. After all, the Dothraki were the best riders in the world; they were, but not anymore.
Not too long ago, every single Free City feared the horse master of Essos. Who wouldn't? The Dothraki were fearsome warriors, responsible for destroying many cities and kingdoms. Few dare to go against them, and those who did are no longer alive, for only a fool would face the Dothraki in the open field.
But that was a long time ago, or so many would believe. Since it was truly only two decades ago when the horse master met their demise against the might of the Empire of Nazarick. The new overlords of Essos.
Like many others, the horse master believed that the so-called Empire of Nazarick was nothing but another failure enterprise by a power-hungry lord of some forsaken family. That the whispers of the rebirth of Old Valryia were an exaggerated lie told by drunkards and whores. The Khals of that time cared too little for those rumors, and when their way to do what they do best. Pilling those who couldn't defend themselves and fighting those who could. The few who dared.
Then, Volantis fell, followed by Myr, Lys, The Stepstones, and it was then when the Dothraki finally paid attention to what was taking place in Essos.
Whispers of flying maidens in winged horses. Raining lightning and fire from their magic swords. Warriors with diamond armors and golden swords. Those rumors were attractive to the Dothraki, and like their ancestors before them, they went to war against the unknown visitor.
The greatest Khalasar of the time rode to meet the enemy at Volantis. But before they arrived at Selhorys, a giant monster with four arms and blue-scale skin appeared before them, commanding a force of only three hundred soldiers. The horde, although disturbed by the strange monster, continued the charge without thinking twice. The Dothraki riders would not run from a fight, they would never do something as cowardly as that. Their horse would step over any foe they face, that was their belief.
And believing their sheer numbers would easily kill whatever that thing was. The Dothraki attacked. They were clueless that said monster was in fact a Floor Guardian of The Great Tomb of Nazarick. The guardian Cocytus, after his glorious victory at Myr, he took the Asgardian forces to meet the horse master there.
The Dothraki rape, pillage and destroy. I won't have them in my empire, never. Destroy them, Cocytus. Leave no one alive. Cocytus lady ordered him.
And he did just that because thirty thousand Dothraki screamers charged at him, once and only once.
What followed was a systematic annihilation of the horse master throughout Essos, by the forces of Nazarick. They destroyed every single Khalasar, one by one. It didn't take long before the Dothraki were on the run. Riding away from the grips of death.
The Empire of Nazarick used many of their forces, not only Cocytus commanding his Asgardian forces. But the Valkyries as well, and many more. To test their coordination and capabilities of leadership. The Dothraki became a wonderful exercise for the Supreme Being forces, and for her as well. Galadriel Melkor took her time to test her power on them. To see how powerful and how much her skills had changed here.
At Vaes Dothrak, the last Khal of that time gathered his strength and his people. Not knowing the fate that awaited them, he believed they could turn things around. They didn't.
Fire rained from above, and death spread among the horse master as demons dragged them away to the deepest halls of Nazarick, where they would be useful for many things. Vaes Dothrak became hell on earth. A perfect way to destroy an entire culture of raiders. Demiurge saw to that.
Still, some Dothraki survived like cockroaches. They hide away from the public eye. A simple thing to do, since their number decreased dramatically. They went north, to the desolated part of Vaes Leisi, near the Bay of Tusks. There, the remnants of the Dothraki made their home.
They would have disappeared into obscurity if it wasn't for a prophecy declaring that they would once return to the grass-field, thanks to the Khal of Khals. The Stallion who will mount the World. The horse lord who would bring the empire to its knees and break their gods. And much more, all nonsense of course. However, for the horse master that was a promise, something to live for.
A young horse rider, son of Khal, wanted to make that prophecy real. To bring the last Khalasar to the heart of the empire and destroy everything in his path. He was Drogo, the last Khal of the Dothraki.
Drogo united the Dothraki, the last of them, and declaring under the stars to burn the empire to ashes. He took the Khalasar to the borders of the new form Nazarick Empire. To infiltrate and wreak havoc.
Whatever the last horse lord thought it would happen. It won't. The only thing he would bring was the complete eradication of the Dothraki. They would only remember the Dothraki in the history books if the supreme one was kind enough.
Khal Drogo was at the head of his Khalasar. So far everything has gone smoothly. The last great horde of horse masters slipped through the Fallen Kingdom of Sarnor ruins. They used the rivers and night to move, even though it was against their belief to fight under the night. But Drogo wanted something bigger than himself. He could still remember that day when his father perished on the battlefield. Anger built inside him, more than anything. Drogo would kill them, he would rape their women, and proclaim the ruins of the empire as the new Vaes Dothrak.
The Khal was unaware of who was looking down on him at that precise moment. High in the sky, surrounded by the strongest Valkyries. Shalltear Blood fallen was happily chatting with her daughter.
"So, that's what took place," Shalltear said.
"Oh, I didn't know that, so uncle Mare and aunt Aura are your siblings?" Bathory said while looking at her birth mother with joy and loved.
"Yes, my creator, lord Peroroncino, your… Ah, grandfather? Was the brother of lady Bukubukuchagama, so yeah, we are siblings to an extent. Besides, if I am correct, perhaps, soon you will have more siblings. Maybe in a decade, that shorty is growing up faster every year," Shalltear said with a grin on her face.
"Oh, I would love to have another sibling. Eowyn was so pretty when she was a baby, now she is a demon," Bathory said nervously.
"She is quite dangerous with her pranks, isn't she?" Shalltear said smiling, it was not an evil smile but a soft one. Even though it was Albedo's daughter, Eowyn was still her lady blood, and she loved her equally.
"She put spiders' egg in my bed!" Bathory moaned.
"Yeah, little Eowyn is a master schemer. She even tricked Demiurge into giving her a world item to build her own island with volcanos and all. She disappeared for days, until they found the island near, The Manticore Isles. It's perhaps one of the few times, I have seen my beloved so furious," Shalltear said, smiling. Eowyn was definitively one to be careful. The only person Eowyn could not prank successfully was her mother, and sometimes Arwen, her older sister.
"My princess, lady Shalltear, the Dothraki are approaching the trap," one of the Valkyries said.
"Ah, they are here… Mm, they are a lot of them," Bathory said.
"They even smell bad from here," the princess said with a frown on her beautiful face.
"Well, they are low-life form. Now, what do you plan on doing, dear?" Shalltear asked at her daughter.
"Mm, well, I could use [Mass Starvation] or [Implosion] but that would take time," Bathory muttered.
"We have little AOE damage," Shalltear said.
"That's true," Bathory replied.
"What about using, [Mist Form] then [Animate Dead] to bring chaos to their lines? It would be fun to kill them all like that, to take our time enjoying killing them. Mom said I need to learn how to fight by using my core abilities," Bathory said.
"Mm, you, is [Gladiator Dome] ready?" Bathory asked one of the Valkyries behind her.
"Yes, my princess, the Dothraki won't be able to run away once we trap them inside our spell," the Valkyrie replied obediently.
"Good, mother I would like to use my Javelin and my other's skills. Mom gave me this opportunity, I don't want to throw it away," Bathory said.
"Then, let's go, my dear daughter. Let's have some fun with this low-life form," Shalltear said as her eyes turned red.
On the fields of the Painted Mountains, the last of the Dothraki, the horse masters of Essos would find the end of their road. Just another page in the history books.
On the other side of the world, in the capital of Dorne, Sunspear. The oldest daughter of the empress of the empire, Arwen Nazarick had a forced smile on her face. As she was dealing with the overbearing princess of Dorne and her attempts to seducing her.
The Martells prepared a feast in her name, after all, she was the daughter of a living god in their eyes. As well, the savior of the princess of Dorne and younger sister of Doran Martell.
Arwen was the talk of everyone, of every single lord and peasant. Not only because of her extraordinary beauty, that brings everyone to their knees. But because of the whispers of a union between princess Arianne and Arwen. How would it work? Many males and females wondered. Magic? The people didn't know, and they ignored it. It was easier to live without knowing the details.
They rejoiced to hear it, regardless. Even if they were just rumors, that's how people in Dorne were.
Arwen danced with many lords, old and young. She knew how to act before lords and nobles. Arwen would not bring shame to her mother. It was easy for her to smile gently at the obvious flirt of many males and females. But none were as annoying as the princess of Dorne, Arianne was all over her.
Arianne was very attractive herself, even Arwen could see it. For a human, that was.
"My dear princess, are you enjoying the feast?" Arianne asked with a husky voice. She was hugging Arwen's arm, refusing to let her go. Not only because Arianne was enjoying the soft skin of the exposed skin of the gorgeous woman's arm. But mostly to keep lords away from her.
Arwen was too beautiful, and the gown she was using only increased her beauty more, if that was even possible. It was an elegant blue dress, with a low cut, exposing the chest of the imperial princess just enough to make people turn their heads around. Her dress exposed her shoulders and back, just adding more sexiness and elegance to Arwen. But even though Arwen's body was criminally lustful.
The face of gentleness, the soft lips, golden-eyes she inherited from her mother, and the long white hair reflecting the moon. Everything was something that brought Arianne's heart to stop. A goddess, she is my goddess. Arianne thought.
"It's beautiful, I must thank princes Doran for this evening," Arwen replied gently.
"How do you find, Sunspear? I know it doesn't compare to New Valyria, but I want your honest opinion of my home," Arwen thought carefully. She wanted to avoid insulting the princess, but with all honesty. Arwen couldn't think of something bad of Dorne. It was part of the empire, so she thought that her opinion was irrelevant. Truthfully, Arwen was indifferent in Dorne.
Just like a mountain, or a river. For Arwen, Dorne was just there. But she couldn't say that she had an image to hold.
"The deserts, and mountain make a beautiful scene. It different from Essos, more… Warm, and friendly," Arwen said.
"Gladd to hear it," Arianne said happily.
"I know you will like it even more soon," Arianne whispered.
"How so?" Arwen asked.
"Well, there is a lot to enjoy," Arianne replied while licking her lips slowly.
"But for that, I would like for you to meet my siblings," Arianne said enthusiastically, as she dragged Arwen along. The white-haired girl rolled her eyes and groaned silently.
On the other side of the hall, Obara, Nymeria, and Tyene were standing still with distinct faces. Some bored, others looking for entertainment, and one wanted to get out of the place.
"This is boring," Obara said, with her arm crossed. They forced her to dress up like a proper lady. And by them, Obara means, Arianne.
The oldest of the Sand Snakes was a warrior at heart. She hated dresses or gowns. She was comfortable with a spear and a shield. Obara was not unattractive. Granted, she was not at the level of her siblings, like Nymeria or Arianne, who were built for sex. But still, Obara has a body she was proud of.
Muscles, and enormous arms with strong long legs. A gorgeous, strong female warrior, like her father, would say to her.
"Why? It's because the males aren't paying attention to you?" Nymeria teased, to which Obara sneered at her.
"Slut, I bet you already have someone to sleep with, aren't you?" Obara said.
Nymeria smiled at one lord on the other side of the hall. She made a hand gesture to tell that man what she wanted to do with him. The lady who Nymeria assumed was the lord's wife saw the exchange and quickly slapped him. Nymeria laughed loudly.
Nymeria's dress was anything but modest. She was exposing all her curves and legs. She was sure to make men turn around, to see what they couldn't have.
"Just have fun, you big brute of a lady," Nymeria said with a grin on her face.
"Don't call me that, or I bash your face in the table!" Obara hissed.
Nymeria smirked only grew as she pointed at their younger sibling.
"Tyene looks beautiful. If she wanted, she could take any men here! Especially with that cute little butt of her," Nymeria said.
Tyene was only wearing a long red dress, she was forced to wear it by the princess of Dorne. To show up, her best asset. Just like Nymeria said, her legs and ass. Tyene would get her revenge on Arianne. One day.
"Look at Tyene… Well, what are you doing, Tyene?" The youngest of the trio was reading reading a book, sitting on a chair. Completely ignoring the feast.
"What are you doing? You supposed to be having fun!" Nymeria groaned.
"I find myself more entertained reading this, than having fun with a pathetic lord, like you," Tyene said.
"You two are really boring. We supposed to look sexy, and attractive! Look our father, he is already having fun with the wife and daughter of a lord!" Nymeria pointed at Oberyn and her paramour Ellaria having fun with those two ladies, knowing full well how it would end. Perhaps they would have more siblings by the end of the feast.
"Mm, sure," Tyene only said without paying attention.
"I am hungry," Obara groaned.
"You two…" Nymeria sighed until she saw her cousin Arianne next to princess Arwen.
"She is really beautiful," Nymeria muttered.
"My beloved siblings!" Arianne said, then both Obara and Tyene saw the one they were supposed to seduce. That was the idea of Arianne. Something really hard to think of, since both Obara and Tyene felt intimidated by such beauty. Nymeria after seeing such delicacy was all down for it.
Obara was not someone overly sexual. She enjoyed the one-night stands once in a while, but the idea to try to seduce the imperial princess was strange. Tyene was of the same idea, but she could admit that. The allure of princess Arwen was hard to resist. Arianne smiled at them, almost pleading with her to do something regarding her beloved princess.
Arianne could feel she was not having any effect on Arwen, and she tried everything. But she won't quit, she would not rest until princess Arwen takes her.
The princess of Dorne was unaware that, although Arwen was beautiful, and soft in nature, at least for her family. She was the daughter of a powerful demon and succubus. Arwen could smell how much Arianne wanted her. It was not something hard for Arwen to resist the temptations of just taking Arianne as the princess of Dorne wanted.
But mostly, that Arwen wanted to enjoy her meal. Just like her mom told her. Albedo educated her oldest daughter in the ways of pleasure. Since as a half-succubus, she was going to see things differently. Besides, Arwen knew that her dear Mother wanted to be happy. To find someone with whom Arwen could be happy. So, the princess following the desires of her Mother the Empress watched the princess Arianne closely. To see if she was worth something.
"Princess Arwen, please allow me to introduce you, my family. They are my uncle's daughters. The big one, with muscular arms and legs and sexy abs, is Obara. She has a lot of stamina, believe me! The sexy snake there, is Nymeria. She knows the ways of sex better than anyone! She will satisfy you! I mean… She will satisfy any lover… Yeah. And the small petite girl is Tyene, don't let her looks fool you. She has an amazing ass!" Arianne said excitedly, while the rest stared at her with bewildered faces.
Even Arwen was starting at Arianne like she was crazy.
Uwah, if she presenting them as if they were… Toys for me? I must be crazy, that can't be it, Arwen thought nervously.
"Well, princess Arwen, what do you think of them? Do you like them? You can have them all, of course! They are my gift for you!" Arianne said, stammering.
Is she fucking crazy?! Obara, Nymeria, Tyene, and Arwen thought at the same time.
"A pleasure to meet all of you?" Arwen said, trying to regain some composure, sadly for the princess of the Empire. Her strange experiences in Dorne were just starting. Perhaps things would be more interesting for her soon. Especially with someone as crazy as Arianne by her side.
"Please, princess Arwen, you could take them! And me as well, don't worry! I enjoy sharing!" Arianne said, hugging Arwen tightly.
Mother, I have a crazy woman in love with me! What do I do?! Arwen thought dramatically.
Far away, the empress Galadriel Melkor felt shivers running through her body. She felt as something bad happened to her oldest daughter. Not something serious, but something that even the supreme one couldn't control. A crazy lover.