All this made me even more anxious and suspicious, I didn't know if I could trust anyone in that strange story, including the priestess. Only I didn't have much choice at the moment. I drank, and then I started a little dizzy.
KUR --
Layssa was waiting for me, in the antechamber of the priestess' quarters. I could tell she was uncomfortable, perhaps who knows, she felt jealous of my presence in the priestess' quarters.
"Come on, you're late and the ambassador is more than impatient."
She pointed me to the exit into the hallway, in a voice that sounded sarcastic to me. Sister Layssa followed in stride, always ahead of me, I had trouble keeping up with her steps.
"He speaks few words in our language, no more than a dozen words. If you don't understand what he says, pretend you do. Never complain, talk as little as possible."
We went up a few floors and passed through two long corridors lit by torches, the walls of a yellowish stone seemed damp. We could only hear our footsteps on the polished stone floor. It was like this until we came before a huge solid wooden door with a large cast iron latch. Two strangely dressed men were standing guard, Their uniforms looked more like shredded horse hides, without helmets, but with long curved swords attached to their belts. Layssa used a bronze knocker with a lion's face to knock on the door.
The response was the shattering of glasses and plates. Layssa was startled. I liked to see how she looked, but I found it strange that I was not in the least bit afraid. Was it the effect of that potion?"
"Don't stare, ever. Unless he asks you to. And don't forget to yolk a lot and loudly. He loves it, and these here much more. They worse than goats in the field."
Her expression changed again, Layssa now displayed a wry smile. She opened the large door, we entered together into a large room, a room with two huge windows on each side, the rounded walls covered with several colorful tapestries with various battle scenes. On the floor a large carpet with the images of several royal houses of Westeros, among them one of a lion, another of a large wolf. In the background, a bed stood out, much bigger than the priestess' room. Its wood was reddish, all worked, carved. With images in relief: of people and even horses. There was a canopy over the bed, as in Mirqa's room. There were two wooden doors, much smaller than the entrance, one on each side of the bed.
If all this looked very sumptuous, on the other hand, the rest was a mess, it looked as if a fight had taken place, three overturned chairs, and two broken tables. And a lot of dishes and pewter cups scattered on the floor and the most striking was a four-drawer dresser, broken in half, a long tear as if someone had used a chainsaw. It took a while but I identified a long, pointed, shiny sword thrown to the floor, bigger than the swords of the guards outside.
"Ambassador... Your chosen one, the pentosi girl."
Layssa pointed at me relieved. I became aware of a broad-shouldered man sitting with his back to us. He didn't even move, he just seemed to turn his bearded face to listen to what she was saying. The sister turned from me and speaking in a low tone, whispered:
"When you're done ring the bell. That I'll come and get you."
She handed me a small silver bell topped with a stylish handle, and on one of the carved sides was a spiny elk. Layssa's expression changed again, I could tell she was now delighted to see me alone with the ambassador. She opened her cynical smile again and left almost without making a sound.
I stayed where I was, the man didn't even move, he had a long black wig, braided, until the middle of his back.
I waited, I knew that he would come.
Qumtai Kur stood up, dressed in a red robe that reached halfway down his legs. He walked toward me barefoot, his beard had two small braids held together by silver beads, and he wore an earring in his right ear. His eyes were black, his lips thin and his skin dark, and tanned, you could see that the ambassador had lived a long time in the sun.
He was tall, but not as tall as I had expected, and he walked towards me, examining me from top to bottom, and I lowered my eyes in respect. But the ambassador made me look up, pulling me by the chin.
Kur looked steadily into my eyes, deep. I saw the smile of an interested man. It was then that he noticed the necklace, held it, and felt the weight. For a moment I thought he was going to pull, I thought Soror's plan was going to fail. His look showed that he wanted to know, why I was using that necklace.
"It's the gods, my gods... The Seven. Every novice wears it her first time."
I lied, without any remorse, as every woman knows how to do when it interests her. Qumtai Kur growled something I could not understand in the language of his land. It was then that he slipped his large hand under the blouse I was wearing. He took a firm grip on my small breast and squeezed. The other hand went under my skirt. Without much affection, he explored me and got to know my secrets.
I groaned, feeling invaded, but also, something in me liked that rough touch. I don't know why, I wanted of man's touch. I rested my hand on his chest over the robe: I felt the strong muscles. I bit my lip and stood on tiptoe. More impetuous than I usually am, I undid the knot of the ambassador's robe. His manhood emerged in all its splendor: his broad shoulders, a prancing horse tattooed on one of his chests, the muscles of the belly, and two thigh-shaped logs. And at the end that. No wonder Qumtai was called the 'Dothraki mule', even when relaxed the dark member was more than a foot long, almost as thick as my wrist. My eyes sparkled, and I smiled naughtily. That was mine, after all, only mine.
It wasn't me, I'm not like that. But it was the effects of that potion. As Mirqa had said.
Kur grabbed me by the thighs and pulled off my pink blouse. He lifted me until our heads were on the same level, I remembered Daenerys in a standing fuck with Khal Drogo, I was elated, feeling like the queen. We exchanged a wet, hot kiss, with tongues lose in and out of our mouths. The ambassador kissed me in a special way his big tongue sank into my throat, and at the same time, his member opened my flesh. Hot, hotter than any other I had ever lain with. Kur drilled into me, and penetrated me, I imagined his cock sinking into my center.
Pain and pleasure were taking over me. My head was spinning, it was as if I was drunk. I groaned and gasped for breath. I felt like I was being fucked twice, in the mouth and my pussy. I was being penetrated further and further up and down that massive trunk.
"Son of a bitch" I thought, that's when he bent me almost horizontally, held only at the hips by that animal's big hands and me leaning on his arms. Kur fucked me in the air, his cock sinking even deeper into my center. My pussy exploded with pleasure and love, I anointed your cock with my honey.
That long stick was getting greasy, and the movements became slower, but Kur was going deeper and deeper into me, I felt his eggs touching me. The whole thing was beyond anything I could have imagined. I mewed, cried, and cum, wetting the ambassador. Kur came, it was wonderful to feel a man like that trembling, vibrating with pleasure. For me, inside me.
I thought he was going to stop, but no, Qumtai Kur lifted me again, as if I weighed nothing as if I were a doll. I clung to his neck and we kissed, while he lowered me down making his torso impale me again. His cream, the ambassador's cum began to drip down the shaft, wetting my thighs and dripping onto the floor.
He was moving me up and down, holding me by the thighs. The rod drilled and ate me, the heat and sweat of our bodies mixing with our orgasms. Yes, I came twice more in that position. I bent the back of my head, and opened my mouth, leaning on Kur's broad shoulders. He cum again, I couldn't believe it, his orgasm was even stronger.
The ambassador moaned like a lion, his whole body shook like an earthquake. An incredible thing, I couldn't believe it! I was loving all of it, impressed, ill-intentioned. I was out of my mind.
Without leaving my center, he took me to bed. We lay down, and he held me with my legs spread. And only then could I appreciate the incredible fuck that a Dothraki could give us. It wasn't just piercing, it was impressive. How that man fucked me non-stop. I envied the women in that desert.
I cum. I came listening to the wet noise of the insane movements, him fucking me like a pervert. I was surprised when he pulled out the brunette hose and ejaculated, cumming all over my belly and breasts. I don't know how he could do so much.
It was until he stopped, exhausted and panting, that the giant fell on my side. Both of us were sweaty and tired. Even though I was fascinated by that fuck, no one had ever fucked me with such a big, thick pole. I remembered others, all of whom seemed so small in front of that giant.
I turned sideways, looking at the ambassador. He was so quiet and so rough like an animal. I felt guilty to do what the priestess asked me to do. Mirqa didn't strike me as someone who could be trusted completely, and Qumtai Kur, perhaps, was just like Drogo from the queen of dragons. Maybe he would take me away, maybe he would like me?
But the feeling of guilt soon disappeared. Everything changed when he ordered:
"Suck it, you slut!"
Qumtai Kur was as insensitive as the priestess, he only had eyes for his interests, I was nothing but a servant, a slut. I let myself be driven by the purest anger, a great contempt. I enjoyed being the instrument of Mirqa's revenge.
"Prove me too."
I spoke in the most cynical voice I could manage at that moment. I sat up showing him my wet pussy, I gave him a taste. I made sure that I fit in just the right way so that he wouldn't realize what revenge would be like. I felt waves invading my body and brain as Kur licked my vagina and lips. Clumsy, but still it was nice to feel my cherry being massaged by a tongue. Him licking his semen. It was like that until I bent down to hold the snake the ambassador had between his legs. I opened my mouth and tried to swallow the head of his cock, not only was it big, but much hotter than I had assumed. I started to drool, to spit wetting the entire rod, I polished that brunette rod well, and I wet his eggs, you could see that he took care of himself. He had almost no hair.
Sometimes I was distracted by feeling the effects of his tongue on my vagina. It was hard to keep my concentration, it was like that until I couldn't hold on and wet the face of the Dothraki with a fresh orgasm. A laugh came, he spoke something in a language I didn't know.
