NOVEL WEB Chapter 7: City Of The Undead
The Qohorik Palace
Ayan and Riena finished cleaning themselves and the waters with weak knees, drying themselves with some cloth. Maria, on the other hand, looked as if she wanted to go for another round, and I obliged her. Rising with her still on my lap, she clung to me like a tree trunk. I placed her on the edge of the pool, locking eyes with her as she muttered, "Take me, my Khal," before kissing me deeply. Ever the gentleman, I plunged myself into her depths. She let out a deep breath as I continued to plunder her insides. Water droplets cascaded from her body with every vigorous thrust.
Breaking the kiss, she let out a loud moan, her mutterings reverting to that odd language once more. It turned me on, and my pace quickened, almost forgetting my leg was still injured. Ten minutes passed; my grunts grew louder, as did her moans and foreign utterances. I made a mental note to ask her what language she always resorted to during the heat of passion. My powerful thrusts continued, and her moans became more unrestrained. Another five minutes passed before she reached her peak. Maria's legs straightened as she came hard, her body arching and her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her screams of pleasure echoed in the room as I thrust even harder, following her into release.
Letting out another load deep within her, my thrusts weakened. Exhausted, I laid my head on her breast, calming my blood. Reaching my limit for the night, I withdrew from her and took a moment to admire her body. My seed dripped from her well-used cunt. Taking my arak and dagger from the edge of the pool, Maria lowered herself into the water to clean her thighs. Limping away, I spoke up.
"Get me something to wear from the city dwellers. This ruined city will be our camp for a while. This damn leg will kill me if I don't," I commanded in an intense tone.
I made my way to the bed where four women lay sleeping. I thought to myself that I would attend to the others another time. Placing my weapons on one side, I kept my dagger between the bedframe and mattress as I sat on the edge of the bed, naked. Maria returned with a yellow silk robe, still wearing nothing herself. She climbed onto the bed, crawling behind me to dress me in the robe. Kissing my neck, she gently pulled me into a sleeping position. She knew better than to pin my hands while I slept. I lay in her embrace, one hand resting limply near the dagger.
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City of Qohor
Hundreds of artisans from different professions were herded into mances they never thought they'd enter. The first thing they saw were bloodstains and broken pottery. The artisans cowered as the Dothraki patrolled with drawn blades. Before the raiders could kill them, the painted Dothraki emerged like shadows. It was unsettlingly quiet, an unusual demeanor for their kind.
One of the painted Dothraki, Kota, finally spoke. "Fuck off," he barked at the raiders.
The men ignored him, their greed and arrogance driving their actions. More painted Dothraki appeared, surrounding them in an instant. Kota stepped forward.
"Go to the camp. Take your spoils and fuck off out of here," he ordered.
From a nearby corner, the raiders emerged with a young girl no older than twelve and an older woman. Kota frowned.
"Leave the young one," he commanded.
The raiders' anger flared. One of them, emboldened by the presence of his comrades, started, "He has enough women; he won't miss—"
He never finished his sentence. Arrows flew from the shadows, one piercing his mouth. The others fell in seconds, their lives extinguished by the painted shadows. Zekko's men were unruly and disrespectful, failing to grasp the quiet authority of Rohan's rule.
The artisans, terrified witnesses to the violence, held their loved ones close. Women who had been violated were taken to a separate room in the mance. The painted Dothraki vanished back into the shadows, leaving the artisans in darkness. Outside, cheers and the occasional scream of women echoed through the city. Those with families clung to their wives and children, praying for safety.
Jogo's Patrol
Jogo rode through the burning city, followed by fifty riders painted ash-gray like himself. Reaching the palace, he directed his men to patrol the area. Walking inside, he followed the sound of moans and heavy groans, eventually finding Doromon in a hallway. The large man was vigorously plowing a fat woman from behind. Jogo, unfazed by the scene, cleared his throat. The woman quickly covered herself, while Doromon looked over, unfazed.
Seeing it was Jogo, Doromon resumed his groping. "Where is the Khal?" Jogo asked calmly.
"He fell asleep a few hours ago. You can look," Doromon replied, opening a door slightly.
Inside, the scene was clear: five naked women shared a bed with a dark-skinned man wearing a splint and a yellow robe. Doromon closed the door, and Jogo sat on the floor a few steps away, hugging his arak as he closed his eyes.
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Back on Earth
Guns rang out as I ran through the forest, cutting hard corners. I clutched the AK-47, clearly too large for a nine-year-old, with my last magazine loaded. Joining any rebel group was not an option—fuck them all.
A fog rolled in, and I started crawling. I heard a branch snap near my head. An eighteen-year-old, armed with an AK-47, passed by. I stayed still, counting four of them. Once they were ahead, I knelt, aimed, and pulled the trigger. The spray of bullets swept from left to right, killing three and wounding one.
I walked to the choking young man, watching his tears fall as he gargled on his own blood. Scavenging his body, I took bullets and a machete. The others—younger than him—had weapons too: a hunting rifle, a 9mm pistol, and another AK-47. I stripped their bodies of boots and supplies before disappearing deeper into the foggy forest.
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Back in the Qohorik Palace courters
The sun's glare pierced through the windows, waking me. My body was warm, my thoughts returning to the present. Those times on Earth were hard. Killing to survive at such a young age… In many ways, I still felt like that child. I glanced at Maria, who was fast asleep, as were Ayana and Riena. They deserved the rest.
The blonde women, however, were clearly pretending. Rising from the bed, I limped to their side, opening my robe to reveal my morning wood. Pulling the platinum-haired girl to me, she squealed before covering her mouth. I rubbed the tip of my cock on her slit, spitting into my hand to slick her cunt before pushing inside. She was tight—incredibly tight—and I began thrusting relentlessly, slapping my pelvis against her ass. Her yelps and moans fueled me, driving my thrusts faster and harder.
She tensed, then went limp as I continued fucking her. Five minutes later, I came hard inside her, filling her tight little pussy before tossing her to the side. The other blonde was next. Grabbing her by the leg, I flipped her onto her stomach, lifting her waist before plunging into her. I pounded her relentlessly, grabbing her massive breasts and squeezing hard as I slapped her ass with my free hand. Her squirts only spurred me on, fucking her harder until she shuddered, moaning uncontrollably. Ten minutes later, I released inside her, thrusting a few more times before tossing her aside.
Taking a deep breath, I felt rested and fresh despite the morning's activities. Maria smiled at me.
"You could have woken me, my Khal," she said with a lustful grin.
"They would have to learn to serve me in time. Why not now?" I replied, limping to a wardrobe filled with gaudy clothes. Dropping the robe, I limped to the door, opening it to find Doromon asleep with the fat woman draped over his lap. Further down the hall, Jogo opened his eyes swiftly, looking at me.
"Get me new pants," I ordered before closing the door and taking a seat near a bowl of fruit.