It seemed like I was heading off the edge of the country. I knew the Kalinin was in exile from Kushtia, I hadn't realised he been exiled quite as far ...s he had.The sign by the side of the road said, "Abererch Centre For Meditation Studies". I turned in and parked outside a formidable, Victorian, dark stone, house of three stories. The heavy oak front door swung open as soon as I got from the car. The Kalinin was there to greet me.Stepping inside the hall was like stepping into a sultan's. She heard fabric rip, and knew it was not his, but her clothing, which had given under his increasingly frantic movements. He would pay for that. But that was for later. Now she just wanted to enjoy his fervor, his strength as he ran his hand along the back of her thigh and brought her leg up and around his waist, baring her to more intimate explorations in a parody of a dance. His other hand buried skillfully into her hair at her nape, bringing her head back, denying her the kiss she had so. She looked up at him with watering eyes as she kept choking, her spit leaking all over him, until he removed his hands and let her come up for air. "Fuck yeah, baby. Keep sucking me off, mmm. My naughty slut," Jeremy moaned, pulling Marisa's hair back and holding it, as she continued deep throating him. "Yes Jeremy, I'm your naughty slut," she gasped, smacking his cock against her tongue between every word. He placed his hands behind him, leaning back a little and panting. He didn't think he. This wasn’t some smallish force. This was the army of Grey Worm, the Master of War and Lord of the Dreadfort, the Captain of the Unsullied himself. There was no other force of such size nearby and everyone knew it. The sight of torches only confirmed this, as the first sentries saw the Dothraki and the Unsullied reach their posts.What followed wasn’t a battle. It was a hot mess of panic, terror, slaughter, mayhem, and sheer confusion. It wasn’t organized enough to be a proper, pitched battle..