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Barbarian Bound Ch. 01

By: Lyssabyss



Author's Notes: This story is an erotic fantasy written by Lyssabyss. I should note this is my first story uploaded to the internets for your viewing pleasure. Any constructive feedback is welcome. While there is no sex in this chapter, I do still hope you will take delight in the build up to it. 

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My thick flaxen plait slapped my back as each urgent step propelled me forward through the dense brush. You mustn't get caught Esyld! The frightened cries of my ailing father rang in memory. The terrorized screams of women not far behind me seized my heart and pumped adrenaline through my veins. My generous chest heaved with each labored breath as I determinedly made my way towards the riverbank just beyond the treeline where hopefully a canoe would still be waiting. 

The Barbarian horde in their fiendish desires for dominance have expertly sieged and enslaved the remnants of Lamoria. We had lost our first homeland, my mother dying in the aftermath of their brutal ravishment. The remaining Lamorians fled to the last reaches of the land, hoping to strengthen in numbers and rally against the brutes. The hope of which crumbled just moments earlier as we were overrun and would surely succumb to the weight of their heel. 

My foot snagged on a tree root and sent me reeling forward, scraping my hands and knees raw. I stifled a cry knowing that any outward exclaims could lead to my peril. I carefully rose with the aid of a nearby tree and walking proved to be difficult with the state of my legs. 

"Stop runnin' an I'll go easy on ye!" A brazen wolf howled far too close for comfort and every inch of my body seized clutching the thick tree. 

"P-please no!" Came the responding cry a woman. 

Praise Pelor! I thought when I knew it wasn't me they had discovered. I kept as still as possible as the woman veered off to the right and I saw two men chasing after her. A sickness settled into my stomach as I did nothing but watch their pursuit of her. What could I do? I cannot match their strength or skill. I tried to convince myself that my non action was warranted and I felt a piece of my soul tremble. 

Once I'd seen that they were sufficiently far enough away I hobbled again in the direction of the riverbank. It would not be much farther, though it would now take much longer because of the excruciating pain in my legs. In the distance I heard terrible cries of protest and guttural laughter that doubled me over to shakily wretch. Move! Now is not the time. Do you want to end up like her? I cursed inwardly. 

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and pushed harder onward. I saw the break of trees and heard the rush of water and for a moment my pace softened, eyes searching for signs of my enemy. It was the sound of a whistle that alerted me first, coming from very close behind me. My body jolted in shock as my head spun around to find the assailing whistler a mere twenty feet from me. How'd he get so close? I took the barest of moments to ponder before throwing caution to the wind and breaking for the river. 

I could barely hear his chase of me, but by the shift in the air I could feel him baring down on me. The whistle was a distraction for me, and a call to his allies, I desperately needed to get to that river! My bitten knees protested louder than my aching lungs but it was slowly fading into the sharp focus of adrenaline. 

The barbarian did not shout out to me, tell me to stop as the others had, no he was in it for the chase and capture. I endeavored not to give him that satisfaction. I emerged from the treeline and saw a canoe wedged onto the riverbank and nearly rejoiced with glee. It would take one quick push to get it into the water and once I was in, the rapids would take me faster downstream. I chanced a glance backwards and wished that I had not as I witnessed the smirk upon the barbarians face who had since gained precious ground on me. 

Terror bubbled up my throat unbidden and a girlish scream rang through the air. At the canoe I threw my body with great force into the bow of the boat and immediately tumbled inside as I felt the water catch. Now on my back in the canoe I helplessly stared upon the brute now dredging through water, fire burning in his eyes. A thick sun darkened arm seized the lip of the bow and with great strength pulled it back from the current. My eyes were wide, lips parted in despair as I considered my options. 

I quickly snatched a paddle just as he was about to reach inside for my leg and heaved it at his arm, however my wide swing alerted him to my action and he caught the paddle in his strong hands. I tried to tug it back to have another go, but in our little battle I simply was not strong enough. The boat started to drift as I held defiantly onto the paddle, which in the end would be my undoing as he jerked the paddle towards his chest with me on the other end. I tried to release my hold but the motion was enough to bring me to my feet and the canoe rocked treacherously beneath me. 

I yelped as the canoe was about to tip and once more as the barbarian fixed a hand to my leather jerkin and hoisted me into the air. "Let go of me you scoundrel!" I wailed. I attempted to kick and strike at him only a few blows landed and didn't elicit much response. 

"Beg for me?" He drawled still holding me tightly as my legs soaked in the cold river water. 

"Abyss take you!" I spat and clawed at the hand holding my jerkin. To my surprise I was quickly released, my footing slipped and I was submerged to the breast. Before I had a moment to think his hands were back on me, taking me by the arm, and then the waist, hoisting me over his shoulder like a bale of wheat. I cried out in pain as I connected the torn skin on my knee to his torso in an attempt at attack. 

"Better now that the stink of your people is off of you." He laughed and I blushed furiously as I realized he was smelling my bare upper thigh. The sun was drooping behind angry clouds and I felt the first pass of a shiver take hold over my soaked limbs. He walked us towards the forested area and thumped me down harshly into the thick grass, forcing the air from my lungs. He removed the leather thong holding a pouch to his belt and expertly flipped me over and secured my hands behind my back with little effort. 

Do not let him see you cry. I implored as I felt the first sting of tears welling up. He flipped my body back over and I squirmed definitely getting ready to kick at him if he came too near. 

"You are pleasing and so you are fortunate." He took a dagger from his belt and I shuddered as he drew nearer with it and straddling my cold waist. 

My eyes grew wide as he pointed it towards my belly, "Make it quick you brute!" I could not stop the tears from trailing down my face now, my body shaking from the cold and distress. 

His eyes narrowed, a raging fire held within. "It will never be quick with me, pet." He tugged up on the midsection of my dress and pierced it with his blade, wrenching it upwards to split through the fabric and cutting through my jerkin. 

"No!" I whimpered and struggled against him as my breasts were freed to the cool air. Next he cut at the seams at my shoulders, the garments pooling to the sides. My rosy nipples stood painfully at attention in the darkening sky which was mirrored by the look on his face. He placed a hand flat between my breasts pinning me to the ground as he lifted himself up and cut through the cinch at my waist and the remaining lower part of my dress. 

His hand was rough and radiated heat into my chest. I felt the edge of the cool blade at my hip before he plucked it abruptly at the ties of my undergarments. Now my body ran hot, fury boiling beneath my skin as he bared my secrets to the world. His lustful exhale was undeniable and the scrutiny of his gaze across my body made me want to hide in the deepest cave. 

"You are mine now. I claim you so that others will not." He stood and reached for my arm. 

"Do not touch me!" I barked, my chest heaving forcefully. 

"You are mine to touch." He pulled me to my feet before he hooked an arm between my legs and threw me over his shoulder again. My arms still tied I could do little to resist as his hand came up to cup my hip, pressing his forearm to my hot core. 

I grimaced uncomfortably at the unwanted contact. He began making his way deftly back through the forest occasionally whistling or chirping and waiting for reply before moving onward. "Your men are cowards, how can you breed with them?" 

I gave a disgusted groan. "Our men are not cowards you bastard! My father was a worthy man!" 

"Ha!" He actually chortled. "You are better off with me. Your scouts spied us far off, you might have spirited away if their simpering cowardice had been more discreet. The promise of living led more than one coward to direct us to your camp- " 

"Liar!" I growled, tears splattering on the back of his furred armor. 

He slapped my bottom which brought a squeal from my lips. "Yes you are better off with me. Fierce like a barbarian woman, but beautiful and soft." 

"Better off with you?" I said incredulously. "I'd sooner be with a beast than the likes of you!" 

"You would not prefer my companions pet." 

"I am not your pet, brute!" I hissed. 

"Brute. Hmm. Oro the Brute, a fine title, many thanks pet." He chortled. 

"ARGH!" I growled. Rather than engage the monster in conversation I decided to remain quiet and not play into his desires, if he wanted a reaction he would not be getting one from me. We met up shortly with his men and he finally lowered me from his shoulder. We were in the middle of the torched ruins of my camp, I choked back tears at the piled bodies at the side of it. I did not spy my father among the heap and was grateful to Pelor for small blessings. 

"Caught yourself a native!" One of the barbarians jeered, "I did too!" I looked at the woman on her knees at his feet and nearly gasped at the treatment she'd received. 

Oro simply grunted in response and ushered me along, placing a hand at my lower back just above my restraints. It was a parade as he walked me through the camp, his fellow warriors leering at me before we arrived at a makeshift tent. Once inside I realized it was a healing den of sorts, and he sat me down on a few furs and motioned to a hefty woman. 

She left her charge who seemed to be in a state of sleep and walked over in our direction. I crossed my legs in front of my chest to hide as much of my nudity as possible. "Kaptan Oro, happy to see you well." She did not show an ounce of regard to my position which struck me that a healing woman would respond to such grievances this way. 

"My chattel is injured." He motioned to me. "She fell in the woods." 

"Because you savages were hunting us!" I spat incredulously. Gurt reached forward and slapped me hard across the face, lighting fire across my cheeks and dazing me a moment. 

Oro cleared his throat roughly and said "She is mine alone to train." 

"Of course Kaptan." She bowed deeply and moved to get supplies from the other side of the tent. 

The tanned brute sat at my side and brushed my frazzled hair away from my face, even going so far as to stroke my cheek where she struck me. As I tried to turn away he gripped my chin, "Look at me." 

I clutched my eyes closed tightly in defiance. He pinched my chin a little harder, "Look at me." He demanded, the promise of something dark in his voice. My eyes flicked open and were met directly with his. "Blue. Deep as the sea." My eyes narrowed into slits looking at his brown eyes. 

"Brown. Like bog scum." I retorted which tore a monstrous laugh from him. 

He rested a hand on my bare waist and leaned in closely to my ear despite my protests. "The moment I saw you leaving camp, I knew I must have you, and here you are. Does that not tell you of my dedication to you?" He whispered. 

Gurt returned with a cloth and ointment and he aided her in cleaning my knees and shins. I grimaced in pain as blood ran freely from the unclogged wounds. His arm was still secure around my waist and in a way it seemed as if he were trying to comfort me. Gurt got up to grab something else and I whispered softly, "Please." 

"Hmm?" He questioned leaning in once more towards my ear rubbing his hand along my side. 

"If it is hopeless as you say, please do not touch me so. I cannot bear it." My words struggled from my mouth, a small admission of defeat. 

"You are mine to touch, I will not be the brute you desire to hide your shame." His voice rumbled despite the softness of it, I was unused to the such a deep bass. It stoked a fire at my core that I tried desperately to hide from flushing my cheeks. 

Gurt was kneeling once more in front of me rubbing a salve on my knees. Oro took the opportunity to unbind my hands and began massaging my wrists and arms when he was met with no resistance. Gurt wrapped canvas around my wounds and tied them off neatly. 

"A few days of the same should see her well off Kaptan Oro." Gurt said and immediately turned to her other charges. 

Oro stood first and extended a hand to me, which I refused to take, standing on my own, trying to cover my nudity. He took my arm and began to guide me from the tent to which I jerked back violently in his bruising grip. "No!" I growled. 

His head snapped back to look at me. "I do not want to break you pet, but I will not tolerate this act much longer." 

"Have you not paraded me enough! At least allow me a blanket...Kaptan." I nearly called him a beast, but decided honeyed words would land better. 

He grumbled and let go of me for a moment. "Do not move." 

Where could I go? Naked in a camp full of barbarians. I watched him as he unclasped his fur armor and lifted the rough garment underneath over his head. His chest was hard muscle and black hair to match his head. I averted my gaze when I felt a small stirring of heat. Pelor's light!" I admonished myself silently. He threw his shirt at me which with the state of things as they were, I did not decline. I dropped it over my head and it thankfully covered to the middle of my thigh. 

"Thank you." Truly grateful for his compromise. He nodded curtly and took my hand this time and led me out of the tent. His hand wholly encompassing mine, making me feel small and delicate beside him. For the first time the enormity of my capture was settling in.

Barbarian Bound Ch. 02



Author's Notes: This is an erotic fantasy written by Lyssabyss. Though you probably could start off from this chapter, I would recommend viewing my first chapter (it's a quickie ^.~) Of course if you have any feedback I would greatly appreciate it. Also being that I am still in the midst of crafting this story if you have anything you'd like to see in the story please leave me a comment. I'm doing this as much for my pleasure as I am for yours. Hope you enjoy!

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"Kaptan!" Shouted a member of the camp. 

"Not now!" He growled and pushed onward with me trailing behind him.

"Kaptan! I--"

"I said not now grunt!" He bellowed. He took me to a larger tent further away from camp that had a warrior posted outside. Once we were inside he closed the flap shut and tied it, releasing me into the enormous tent. I walked over to the center wooden beam and leaned against it a moment taking a breath to calm myself. He lit a fire in the pit nearby and warmth finally began to permeate my flesh. 

He began to strip down, taking care to place his weapons in a chest at the foot of a furred bed before clasping it shut. Once he was bare with the exception of a loincloth the hid his manhood he sat down on a stiff pillow near the fire with a bucket of water. "Come sit."

I stood defiantly at the beam. 

"The pleasure will be all mine if I am forced to come and get you." He said, a grin splaying across his face. 

I stamped over and plopped down on a pillow beside him taking care to ensure my bits were still covered. 

"Give me your arm." He said reaching out his hand and dunking the other with a cloth in the bucket. 

"You must be foolish." I scoffed. 

"Give me your arm." He growled. 

I folded my arms under breast and held my form rigid. 

He growled like a true beast now, pouncing on me abruptly sending me on my back, hips lifted by the pillow beneath me. He ripped his shirt from my chest, leaving his garment a tattered ruin and slopped a frigid cloth between my breasts. Quickly he managed to secure my arms above my head and pinned my lower half down with his body. He worked the washrag around my breasts and stomach drawing pitiful cries up from the humiliation of it. 

He then moved to work at the sweat and dirt from my arms and neck, taking great care to ring it out before he washed the dirt from my face. I bit at a finger that trailed close to my mouth and for the first time I was jostled by a physical response from him, a slap stinging the side of my face. 

I saw the hesitation and remorse briefly in his eyes but it did nothing to abate my rage. I bucked against him with renewed effort and demanded "Let me go! I can wash myself you brute!"

A smile once again played on his face. "Fine then. You may wash yourself, and if I am satisfied with the result, I will not attempt to wash you again."

My face blanched at the thought of washing in front of this man. Then again he had seen most intimate details of my petite pale body. 

I took the cloth from his hands and waited till he got off my body. "Will you at least look away?"

"We will bargain for that privilege. After all you are mine, and I may look on if you I desire."

Well he was a brute, but a well spoken brute at that. "What is there to bargain for?" What would the cost of this comfort be? Would it even be worth it?

"Your name my pet. I want your name."

A smaller price than I expected to pay. "Esyld." I spat. 

"Your name suits you perfectly...Esyld." With that he turned his attention back to the fire while I took the bucket to the corner of the tent and began to scrub every inch of my skin a bright pink, until I was sure there could be no doubt as to it's cleanliness. 

The whole affair took till the sun went down and by then the scent of food was wafting in from outside. My belly grumbled as I once again attempted to cover my nudity. 

"Are you finished Esyld?"

"Yes." I whispered. "I would like another cover Kaptan."

"You will call me master or Oro...or Oro the Brute" he added with a laugh. 

"I would like a replacement shift Oro the Brute." I quipped which only bolstered another laugh from his lips. 

"Let us bargain again." He said thumbing his chin. "I will give you a more suitable shift if you step into the light and allow me to inspect your care." 

My chest huffed with the hate for this man. The fire crackled and for a moment I was mesmerized by the motion of the flames. I stepped calmly into the light. Extending my arms above my head and slowly rotating in place. As I was rotated away from him, I felt the naked press of his chest against my back and tried to step away before his arm wrapped around my waist. His breath was hot against my neck as he flipped my blonde braid over my shoulder and kissed at the meat of my neck. 

The tension rang throughout my body, I knew the direction his lustful actions would lead. I struggled against him which disgusted me as I felt the stir of his manhood against my backside. "Let go of me." I mustered all of the venom I harbored into those few words. 

"No." He whispered into the shell of my ear.

My body betrayed me with the thrill that churned within. I bit the inside of my cheek trying to suppress the outburst of frustration that threatened to fill the void of silence. I gripped his arm around my waist and tried to pull outward, which only caused him to clutch me tighter. "So much fight."

So much fight. Yes I had a lot more fighting to do, even as it seemed hopeless and that I would be in this alone. Even if it meant biding my time, waiting for the right moment to strike. That was the difference between our people. The image of many of my camp mates lifeless bodies flashed through my mind. Waiting for the right moment did not save them, in the end the beast consumes all. 

My last thought ran shivers down my spine, gooseflesh marking my skin. Lost in thought I had not noticed Oro's attention had moved to my breasts. "Are you finished?" I growled.

"Not nearly my pet." His hands pawed my soft mounds, "Your body seems to agree." Rubbing the gooseflesh on my arm. 

"You are mistaken." 

"Oh?" He questioned, running a hand over my hip and smelling my neck. "I think you want this. I am sure it has been a long while since you have had a real man between those silken thighs." He ground himself against me. 

"I-I have never." I whispered. "I am untouched." 

His gentle kisses faltered a moment before proceeding up my neck to just below my ear, and he sucked there with his full lips that tore an unwanted gasp from me. I had not noticed my nipples had hardened until I felt his hands ran over them, the hard nubs slipping between each digit. "Mmn." I stifled a moan which did not go unnoticed. 

"Untouched." He breathed into my ear, his hands moving from my breasts to splay over my belly and then pressing my hips against his. I felt his rigid manhood trapped behind his loincloth digging at my backside. My breathing became labored. 

One of his hands wedged itself at the juncture of my thighs as the other went on to grope one of my cheeks. "Please!" I begged pitifully. 

His hand a slight press from my core, dipped a digit between my feminine folds, rubbing up the moist length of me. My heart was pounding, blood rushing in my ears and I felt the absence of warmth from his hand as he drew his fingers up in front of our faces. My slick betrayal painting his fingers, which he silently brought to his mouth and sucked clean.

He cleared his body from mine and strained "True to your word, you cleaned yourself well." My body shivered from the excitement and humiliation.

"The shift please." I demanded with a shaky hand. How much more disgrace could I endure?

"I did not expect to find such a small slip of a girl."

"Capture." I corrected.

He chuckled, "Yes, that." I heard him rummaging and covered myself as best I could before angling myself to see what he was doing. "Hmm. This will do." He pulled out another of his shirts that had a deep crevasse at the neckline and handed it to me. 

Carefully I drew it over my head and was at least glad to see it once more came to mid thigh. What I had not foreseen was the ample amount of my bosom it revealed in such a deep cut. My face burned crimson as I clutched the two sides together. "Do you have a kit for mending?"

"Mending?" He questioned. 

"Yes for torn clothes."

"Ha! It is not torn Esyld, it is simply how it was made."

"I gathered, but I -."

"I have already seen you bare as a babe. Your modesty is unneeded."

"But I--."

"Enough! Esyld." His voice carried in the small space and made me flinch faintly. 

My belly grumbled again in protest which softened his hardened stare. 

"You are hungry." After my long pause he simply brushed alongside me and poked his head out of the tent murmuring to the warrior standing there. I moved to sit near the fire and upon return he did the same. "You will enjoy a true barbarian meal tonight."

"I would rather enjoy the food of my countryman." I fidgeted next to the fire as I felt his hard stare. "It must be easy for you. We must be like rabbits to you wild dogs."

"It is true, you are a weak people. Only the strong survive Esyld."

Am I strong enough to survive this? "It could have been me laying out there with my fellow weak people." I am not sure if I said that for my benefit or his. 

"You are Lamorian no more Esyld. I will not hear your weeping over things of the past." 

If I am not Lamorian, then what am I? 

"I would like to ask you a question." I started softly staring into the fire, struggling with my loss of identity. 

"We have much to learn about each other pet." He replied. 

My lips tightened at the word. Pet. One thing I was certain of, I was no ones pet. I am no animal to be leashed or tamed. That inward revelation helped soothe my worries. No matter what became of me, this one piece would always be true. 

"You do not sound like the other barbarians, why is that?"

"I was not born of the Barbaros." He said stroking a warm hand up my arm.

"How are you here now?" I continued, ignoring the gentle petting of his hand. 

"My turn." He interjected moving the same hand to play with the braid draped over my shoulder. "Are you truly untouched by any other?"

I tucked my knees painfully close to my body steeling myself against his touch. "Until you. Defiler." I cursed. 

His breath seized a moment in contemplation. After what seemed like a long pause he said, "Many years ago, when I was a young boy I was tutored by a scholarly man. He was very clever. I became what I am because of him, that is all I will say on the matter."

My eyes flicked to his unreadable face. "Of all the conquests I am sure you have had, why am I here?"

"Because I wanted you." His smirk made my heart flutter and tightened the muscles at my core. 

Damn you Esyld! He is a conquering murderer like all the rest of his people. I had felt the familiar tightness many times before, but never at such an undesired time. 

"Kaptan." A voice called from outside.

Oro stood and moved to the front of the tent for the briefest of moments I admired the hardened expanse of his back and wondered what that tightness might feel like under my fingertips. He is your captor foolish girl! Control your wanton thoughts!

He returned with a palette of food that brought another grumble from my belly. He sat the tray down between us and motioned to the contents as he spoke. "Charred boar belly, dolma and eggplant." The aroma was pleasant though I was unfamiliar with any of these items. 

The charred meat was cut into smaller pieces and the eggplant was sliced in large discs I waited until Oro had begun to eat. He grabbed a slice of the eggplant and began to pile the meat atop it before stuffing it into his rather large mouth. Taking little care to chew with his mouth closed. Despite my desire to fight every step of the way, I knew my chances would be much higher if I did not stunt my nutrition. I mimicked the action but took smaller bites and was surprised at the savory sensation of both items together. I coughed as heat crept across my tongue and I fanned my mouth. What on earth? My eyes went wide as I wondered if the food had been tampered with.

Tears welled in my eyes as the coughing continued and the brute nearly fell over laughing. "Here poor girl!" He said handing a jug of liquid to me. 

I took a deep swig and forced the stout drink down my throat. My tongue feeling markedly better. I managed another deep gulp of the drink that soothed my mouth and growled, "What is your intention here?" 

"Spice Esyld, it is only spice! The look on your beautiful face!" He said continuing his laughter. "You will build a stronger constitution. The drink will help." 

"I have never had spices to that effect." 

"The heat is from the green peppers. You may wish to eat the dolma instead, it is not as spiced." He said urging the roll towards me. "It is wrapped with grape leaves and has eggplant, onions and lamb." 

I tested a small portion of the dolma and found it quite delicious. The taste of the stout drink became a bit easier to swallow as I took another sip and giggled as some dribbled down my chin. "This is...what is this? I have never had a thing like it."

I hardly cared this time as his knowing smile formed. "A draft. It takes many years for the best brewers to make."

"Brewer." I sounded out, testing the word on my lips. I felt a heaviness seep into me and filled my head with murky water. I looked around, my head swiveling too fast for the support of my neck. "I feel strange."

"Your stomach was empty, and you drank quickly." He chuckled again. "I have to drink plenty to meet your current state." He rested a hand on my bare thigh. When had my garment rose so high? "Eat, or you will be sick." He said, urging more of the dolma to my mouth. 

At first I opened my mouth willingly to take the small wrap but then reality struck and I quipped "I can feed myself. Just like I can bathe myself. Or dress myself. Or--." I was cut off by a finger at my lips. 

"Eat my pet." He urged.

"Eat my pet." I mocked. "Would you like me to pant like a dog you brute?" I stuffed a bit more of the dolma into my mouth and savored the bold flavors. 

"I would see you pant and purr my pet." He whispered the seduction not falling on deaf ears despite my frame of mind. 

"A warning on cats and dogs Kaptan, they scratch and bite too!" I was quite pleased with my retort and gorged on another delicious bite. 

"Scratching...mmm please. Biting, not until you are better trained." He whispered into my ear, his hot breath achingly close. My chest heaved and core tingled with sensation. I felt his hand at my waist, the other at my neck tilting my head to the side.

Protest damn you! I cried at my raging desire but only managed an outward pitiful moan. My eyes were so tired, a moments rest would not hurt, could it? I allowed them to close just as I allowed him to angle my body so he could caress my neck with his tongue and lips. 

"Mmn." I moaned. Surely that did not come from me. I felt his teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh below my earlobe and a hand kneading my breast. "W-wait." I protested weakly, trying to force my eyes open. 

I heard the movement of something by the fire and I cup was raised to my lips. "Drink deep." He whispered. I parted my lips and was rewarded with the stout liquid pouring across my tongue. A bit overflowed from the sides and without resistance he licked up the remains from my neck and lips eliciting a moan and shiver from me. 

He pulled at the shoulder of my shift exposing the left side and most of my breast. When had he moved behind me? I pondered as his kisses and caresses became more urgent. His strong hands covering my breasts as I was pressed against his chest, arms limp at my sides. "I-I cannot..." I muttered.

"Shh." He whispered hot breath to my ear, "It will be over soon."

Hisss. I heard the sizzle before I felt the pain in my shoulder and cried out. "Shh." He cooed and kissed up my neck and held my hands as I attempted to reach back and soothe the agony I could not see. 

He bent to the side and grabbed a damp cloth placing it against the burn gently. It was then, my body fighting the effects of the draft that I realized he had burned me. I metal sigil was resting by the fire. He had branded me. "No!" I yelled and struggled against him.

"It is done. You are mine Esyld." He lifted what looked like a dried fruit to my lips, "Eat, it will help you ease the pain."

I took it from him tears running down my cheeks, "I despise you." I struggled against him.

"Eat." He demanded gripping my jaw from behind until I popped the bitter morsel into my mouth and chewed. 

In moments my mind was once again in a state of fog and my eyes drooped heavily. "W-what have you done." I whispered groggily. 

"You will sleep now." He commanded, and sleep I did. 

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I woke bleary eyed in foreign surroundings which caused alarm to rise in me. I dark, toned male arm was draped around my naked waist, and I felt the press of his body against my back. As my body stiffened he reflexively pulled me back into his heat, cradling my body into his. The firm press of his broad manhood at my back. 

I tried quietly to lift his arm, but it was quite heavy and seemed forever fixed in place. "You are awake." He mumbled, drawing me even tighter against him. The swell of manhood brought a gasp from my lips, and I thrust my hips forward to break the contact.

"Kaptan! I--."

"The title is pleasing from your lips, but you know my command."

"Oro," still refusing to call him my master, "I need to relieve myself."

He grunted, grinding forward to press his firmness into my naked backside once more. "As do I."

When he shifted my mind became frantic and I braced my hands up as he swung a leg over my body so that we were face to face with him above me. 

"Please Oro." I begged hands held up defensively. "Prove you are no brute..."

His hand rubbed a nipple lazily atop my generous breasts. "I would love to delve deep into your abundant treasure Esyld, but in this moment I too need to piss." He said swinging his other leg over me before standing naked, he engorged cock hanging from his body. "It is early, best to move now before we have company."

I stood quickly attempting to keep my eyes from roaming anywhere besides his face. He recognized my unease, "Is this your first sight of a true males form?"

I nodded without word. 

"Would you like to touch me?" His voice thick with lust.

I shook my head quickly and looked away as I saw his manhood bounce. 

"Follow me." He said and opened the flap of tent, still stark naked. 

"But my clothes." I insisted.

"Come!" He demanded and I rushed behind him hoping to use his body as a shield if any prying eyes were available.

He took me to a small earthen well and pulled up a bucket of crisp water. Dipping a nearby cup into the bucket and drinking a bit before offering me the rest. "Thank you." I drank the remaining contents of the cup and handed it back to him. 

"I will leave you to relieve yourself in peace, however if you betray me by some action, know I will find you, and your punishment will be severe." His voice rumbled with promise. "Meet me back at this well, when you are...finished." He walked away before I did, trusting in his ability to find me if I tried to flee. 

Where else was there to go? Those of my people who are not dead have all but scattered, all that is left is the Barbaros surrounding us and settlements in far away lands. No I would not waste an attempt at freedom without a solid plan. I did not have to walk far before I found a comfortable place to go and before long I was back at the well where Oro was waiting, a smile on his face. 




Barbarian Bound Ch. 02



"Are you hungry?" 

I shook my head. 

"You are very quiet this morning. Are you still feeling effects from the Draft?"

Again I shook my head. I touched my shoulder with the memory of last night. "Your brand?"

"Yes."

"What is it?" My voice sounded a bit mournful.

"The Eternal Return. Sign of the Oroboros for which I was named." He showed me ink stained on his forearm of a serpent forming a circle, head to tail. "You have the very same." I allowed him to check the brand and pass cool well water over it.

"What happens to me now?" 

"We go home." He said placing his hands on my hips.

"To your home." I scoffed. 

"Your home is wherever I am. You are part of the Barbaros now."

"I am no barbarian!" I growled and pulled away from him. The sun was casting light into sky signaling the rush of morning. 

I turned to leave him and he barked "STOP!" I looked back at him for a moment and my defiance painted fury across his face. Before I realized what I was doing, like a fool I ran into the forest, knowing this act would have irreversible consequences should I be recaptured. What had happened to waiting till I had a plan? 

"Esyld!" He hissed. Trailing me quickly in pursuit, and the thrill of his masculine chuckle made my body shiver and hair stand on end. I knew these woods in a way he could not, I only had to lose him!

A scream tore from my lips as I felt his fingers graze my back, the fight or flight mode that afflicts us all suddenly had me turning to face him, feinting to the side to avoid his grasp. My breasts heaving wildly. "Do not touch me Oro." I threatened arms up prepared to strike out in front of me. 

"You are mine to touch, and you know this my pet."

"Argh!" I yelled. "I am no ones pet!" Even though I felt like a cornered animal.

His stance was relaxed and he merely smiled at me. "Esyld, submit to me now, and I will forget this. If you do not, you will be punished." 

I said nothing, making no move to come to his side or lower my stance of defense. 

"Remember I gave you the choice." He stepped forward slowly, his cock hardening triumphantly bringing a blush to my cheeks. 

I mirrored his step backward but steeled my resolve as he proceeded to step forward once more. Once he was close enough I dashed forward and struck him in the face with my fist. It barely fazed him, in fact there was that smile again! I'll wipe it off your face! I screamed inwardly preparing another blow but was restrained by his hand cuffed around my wrist. 

I was too close to have the advantage now, and he knew it. How could have I played into his hand so easily? I struggled as he drug me over to a nearby soft wood tree and pressed me against it. "I have conquered you Esyld, again. I will take what is mine, which will be punishment enough for you." My body quivered against him as I felt the wet tip of his cock poking at my stomach. "You may continue to struggle, or submit to me as I command, the result will be the same."

"N-no." I resisted, tears slipping down my cheeks. 

"Hold the tree behind you." He commanded. When I stood doing nothing he threatened, "Do you want to see the beast of a man I can be? Continue to defy me!"

I raised my trembling hands to grip the softwood behind me, feeling deep reluctance. "Good girl." He whispered and stroked his hand up and down his thick shaft. "I am going to claim you with this--"

"No no please Oro--" I began protesting, my breath seizing and heart pounding wildly.

"I am going to fill you with my seed." He lustfully groaned as he pumped his cock. "But first you will be rewarded for your small submission, though you do not deserve my offering." He knelt down in front of me. "If you move your hands, or attempt to harm me, I will not be gentle with you. Do you understand pet?"

"Yes." I whimpered. Goddess what was he going to do to me?

I was answered in the next moment as his mouth latched onto the sensitive nub within my feminine folds. "Ughn!" I moaned. His tongue ran up the length of me and I thought I would come undone. "Oh gods." I muttered. He braced my legs further apart and continued his lascivious lapping at my womanhood. 

Each pass over the precious point made my body jerk with sensation. Is it possible to not want something my body is so eager to receive? Am I a fool to think I free from his enslavement? Tears spilled down my cheeks, overcome by the humiliation of my pleasurable betrayal. 

I felt a warm building of sensation tingling throughout my body, as if with the pleasure of his actions I would overflow into a bubbling bliss of hysteria. When his tongue probed at my core, brushing against my flimsy barrier he moaned into my fluttering folds. "Oro." His name a mixture between a moan and a plea for reprieve from my lips. 

His face withdrew glistening from my core and said, "The finest taste I have ever known."

I whimpered at the loss of sensation, but also of the implication of my breaking resolve. "You will not be cumming today my pet." He stood from his knees taking advantage of my splayed and relaxed legs. "Hold onto that tree." He commanded.

When he saw my arms grip it snugly he hoisted my hips up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel the pressure of his manhood against my entrance. I tried to tighten my body against the tree pulling myself away from him, but only succeeded in bobbing above him nearly impaling myself on him.

He grunted, "Do not fight me pet. Slow and steady." He moaned as he descended my cheeks grazing his thick shaft. He pressed forward kissing my neck and sucking the flesh of my rosy nipples. I cried out with unbidden passion. I felt the probing of his cock as he tried to find purchase and worked his mouth over mine, forcing his tongue inside to explore me. I gasped against his mouth as he found the entrance I had so desperately protected. Gods why was I kissing him back? 

"Trust me Esyld." His voice strained. "Relax my pet." Survive this, bide your time. I forced myself to try and relax my muscles. His heat tested the angle of his claim before he pushed himself steadily inside of me with a long groan. In the stretch and tearing of my maiden's barrier, a cry of pain broke from my lips. I am unsure when my hands left the soft tree behind me, or even when they went to wrap around his neck but suddenly my chest was pressed against his and my breath came out in short gasps. 

Slowly he slipped the rest of himself inside of me. I felt impossibly full with him lodged so deep within me. He moaned his pleasure into my neck, kissing his way to my earlobe. "You were made to receive me." He whispered as he slowly withdrew, drawing a shaky moan from my lips. 

His swollen rod sunk back into my molten core, stroking my inner walls as if he was trying to drive me mad. I bit my bottom lip fiercely trying to remind myself that I should not be enjoying his forced treatment. 

He grunted as his next thrust was more deliberate but less controlled and thus began the downward spiral of his rutting. My arms clutched around his neck tightly, my hard nipples rubbing up and down his furred chest as he repeatedly speared my slick heat. "Oh god, yes my pet!" He moaned, he thrust deeply inside of me forcing a cry from my lips, "Yes, take my seed Esyld!" He sucked my neck heatedly as rope after rope of his hot spending coated my aching walls. 

I struggled in disbelief that my forced introduction to the male form was as pleasurable as it had been. The act itself was not as horrible as I imagined it to be, as my father's words described them to be. Though my body ached from the penetration, it perhaps ached more from the withdrawal of undeniable bliss. Carefully he detached from my body, a flood of our juices leaking from my passage, and he lowered me to the ground. 

I looked up into his eyes trying to dispel the shock of our moment together. My depths clutched tightly as I relived the delicious invasion of his cock, squeezing out additional fluid. He leaned forward to kiss me, it was a chaste thing at first that developed into a bruising passion. I curved my arm around his thick torso, spreading my fingers against the broad back I had longed to caress and invited the heat of his body to meld with my own. What are you doing? Do not lose yourself to him! I groaned, pushing a hand hard against his chest, trying to separate myself from this blinding lust. "Who am I?" I whispered, tears threatening once more to escape. 

"You are mine." His mouth claiming mine once more. 



Barbarian Bound Ch. 03



Authors Note: This is an erotic fantasy by Lyssabyss. In an effort to try and post new content every week, Chapters will be roughly 10-20 pages long (about 2-3 Literotica pages.) Ideally it will be more! :D I really hope you enjoy this Chapter, there is still an element of reluctance to it, but it is not as pronounced as Ch. 02. I will also be seeking out an Editor, to make sure the sections are a bit more polished. Again I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

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"Who am I?" I whispered, tears threatening once more to escape. 

"You are mine." His mouth covering mine once more. 

I bit his lip hard, the copper taste of his blood on my tongue. Oro recoiled back with a howl, his hand instinctively raising to his mouth. When he withdrew that hand a bloodied smile remained. 

"I belong to no one." I mustered. I knew then by the smile on his face that this would be a constant battle until one of us submitted. With Pelor's blessing, I hoped it would not be me. 

I was then consciously aware of Oro's seed still within me and a new chill ran through me. I was about to return to the well when Oro grabbed me by the arm, a mask of suspicion over his face. 

"Let go of me." I threatened. 

"First you bite me, then you issue me commands." He scoffed. 

"You have proven your point!" I hissed. "I cannot escape this! Now let me go, so I can clean myself!" I was beyond the point of being tactful, my emotions flaring dangerously. 

"I don't think I have." He snarled twisting my arm up with one hand and gripped my shoulder with the other. His strength overpowered me as he forced me to my knees in front of him. I gasped in pain as I felt the horrible stretching of the injured flesh on my knees. 

I looked up at his cruel face, a rampant fire building within me. Yes! Hate him! I urged hoping to replace the doubt from my previous betrayal. 

"You belong to me, Esyld. Whatever you think you hold, forget it now." His voice held a chilling menace. "You are alive because of my claim on you. There is no life for you without this." He said pressing his hand against the brand, bringing another gasp from the tenderness of it. 

Tears welled up, transforming my immediate world into a blur of swirling shapes and colors. Momentary relief was dashed away as the salty tears breached my lashes and the world around me settled back into place. He let go of my arm which I rubbed gingerly, "May I wash myself?" His arrogance would demand I ask for permission to complete this menial task. 

"Say it." His voice had a certain weight to it, that made him sound bestial in his commands. 

Say what? I looked at him with question in my eyes. "Please, Oro, may I wash?" I would not beg and plead for this courtesy, my pride was bruised enough. 

"You may, if you accept me as your Master, my pet." His eyes had a look of yearning etched into them. 

My lips drew into an angry line, "I bare your mark, but you are not my Master." 

He released my shoulder, his hands clutching into fists and huffed his exasperation. "I accept that this is hard for you, but your defiance cannot stand." 

"You will receive nothing else from me." My trembling lips ruined the confidence I was trying to project. 

"Oh but I already have, pet." He sneered and nearly dragged me by the arm towards the camp before I was able to gather my footing. 

The camp was now bustling with motion and I caught the eyes of a fellow Lamorian woman who had a pitied look on her face. How must I have looked? Bruised and bandaged with a mixture of seed and blood between my legs, being dragged into camp by a towering barbarian. Yes let her pity me, let her pity shadow the truth, that for the briefest a moments I enjoyed his sweet torture. 

"Kaptan! Lamorian group spotted eastward." The grunt from yesterday blurted before he could be dismissed away again. 

Oro only grumbled and shouted to the rest of camp "Break camp. Prepare to move out!" 

"Oro, no!" I pleaded, wriggling. How far east? Could my father be among that group? 

Oro hoisted me the rest of the way into his tent when my legs gave out beneath me. He tossed me onto his bed, "Get ready." 

I had to stop him from hunting any more of my people. I bounded off the bed and clutched his dark firm arms, "Home, Oro, let us go home." I implored. 

"I am not so easily manipulated Esyld. Get ready." He reiterated. 

I fell to my knees at his feet, grimacing with pain. Could I say the words? Would I mean it? Yes, if it meant saving my people from more death. "I beg you!" I swallowed the pride that I boasted just minutes earlier; I knew that my people would be no match for these men. "Please leave them, what harm could they possibly do? There are few left, and they are weak." 

"Your loyalty is admirable, my pet. Shall we strike a bargain for their lives, Esyld?" He reached over to the fresh pale of water, and began washing his face, cleaning the blood from his dried lip. He walked around me, my eyes trailing him with apprehension as he moved to sit on the bed. 

"What do you want?" I whispered. 

He patted his hand down on the bed, and my heart thumped wildly. I walked warily to him and sat down facing him, feeling a measure of discomfort in my nudity. He trailed a hand down my back inspiring gooseflesh to sprawl across my skin. 

"You know what I want." He traced up my spine with his fingertips, "But I also want something you are not yet willing to give, Esyld." He eyed me cautiously, "I do not want to break your spirit, but your defiance must be curbed." 

"You want my submission." I stated indifferently. My people's lives were surely worth the cost of my pride and servitude. 

"No, your devotion to me, as your Master." His hand was pulling at the tendrils of my disheveled plait, coaxing my blonde hair to flow down my back naturally. 

My earlier words rebounded through the walls of my memory. I bare your mark, but you are not my master...You will receive nothing else from me. I was wrong, I would do much worse to save my people. My defeat, oh how it burned my stomach now and fanned the flames of my humiliation. Forced to take back and swallow the words I forged in a moment of self awareness. However with his request, he proved one thing to me, though it may not be easy as he so righteously contested, he could be manipulated. 

This was the beginning, a small step forward in the right direction. I had turned my back on my fellow countryman already; abandoning our camp, fleeing the invaders, and allowing that poor woman to be hunted and brutalized. I could not run from this responsibility, however small or insignificant it may seem to be. Pelor demands penance, and this would be mine. 

I closed my eyes and nodded. "I am yours, Master." Let him have this victory of my submission. We will have our own in time. 

A slow steady breath blew from Oro's mouth. "Actions speak louder than words. For now I will accept this pressed show of faith." He used his fingers to tilt my chin upwards, "I would like to kiss you again, no teeth." He said with a trace of humor. 

His lips brushed mine which trembled with suppressed emotion. "You are shaking." He whispered against my lips. 

I begged my frayed nerves to calm. "It will pass." 

"Come lay back." He motioned me to lay down on the bed, and he moved to the water pale which was being warmed by the nearby fire. 

He sat down near my waist on the bed and dunked a new cloth into the pale. He took my hand into his own, and placed the rag against it. "Too warm?" 

"No." My teeth chattered. 

"I do not want you to fear my touch, Esyld. I told you that I would not wash you anymore, do you remember? One of our first bargains." 

"I remember." 

"Good. You may wash now, I will give you privacy, and will return shortly." He dropped the rag back in the bucket and slipped on some breeches before leaving his tent. 

With the total privacy I craved I shifted on the bed and let my emotions rage into the pillow. Help me endure this farce, Pelor. I sniffled getting up from the bed, and ran the warm damp cloth over my face several times, until I felt a bit more calmed. I took the canvas wraps from my legs and gingerly dabbed the warm cloth against the healing wounds, grimacing as pain would occasionally lash out. 

With great indignity I squatted over the bucket and swooshed water against my fair sex, rubbing carefully with the cloth to clean the remaining tackiness from my skin. 

I found the shirt from yesterday and draped it over my head once more and crawled back onto the bed. My stomach grumbled to remind me that I required food, but in the end after such a grueling start to the day, and such emotional turmoil, my body fell swiftly into reverie. 

The smell of food woke me, and I rubbed my hand against my sleep crusted eyes and tried to focus on my surroundings. It seemed darker now despite the warm glow of the fire. 

Oro looked over at me with a smile, "Food Esyld. Come, I know you are hungry." 

I sat up and felt an unfamiliar soreness between my legs and a stiffness in my hips. I sat next to him by the fire and reached out and grabbed a stick with skewered meat on it. "Spiced?" 

"Only a little. It is sis kebap and that there is pilav." He indicated a small bundle of white and brown grains far too small to eat individually. 

He used his fingers to scoop up some of the pilav and had great success with eating it that way. It smelled wonderful and despite my worry of its spice I bit into the skewered meat and chewed it graciously. 

"Thank you." I whispered. 

"You will need your strength, in the morning we will ride for most of the day before we reach the forward camp." 

"In the morning? What time is it?" 

"It is late, my pet, the days are getting shorter." He ate more of the sis kebap and took a swig from a nearby jug. 

"I was asleep all day?" I muttered, still trying to rub the sand from my eyes. 

"Yes, but that is no matter." He smiled, continuing his consumption of the delicious meal. 

"What did you do while I rested?" I asked softly, plucking at some of the pilav. 

"I held my end of the bargain, Esyld, beyond that I will not say." His voice was not as warm as it had been a moment ago, but I trusted despite his status as a barbarian, he would be true to his word. 

The rest of the meal was finished in silence. We took time to go about our other business before settling back next to the fire. He rubbed newly procured salve on my brand and knees before wrapping canvas against each section. 

"You are healing nicely, my pet, though you still look tired, do you feel ill?" Oro asked. 

"I feel tired, though I think my nerves will make me too restless to sleep." I yawned. 

"Do you want to sleep?" He questioned. 

"Yes. A dreaming mind is at peace more than a waking one." If only I could be a babe once more, curled up in the clutches of my mother's arms, not a care in the world. 

I had not noticed the familiar morsel he brought until he placed it in my hand. "This will help you sleep." 

The taste was much worse than I remembered, probably due to the lack of my stout aid. I waited for the effect to wash over me, which did not take long and I became quite drowsy. 

Oro helped me up and guided me to the bed. He slowly grabbed the edge of my shirt and began lifting it upwards. "I want to feel your skin against mine. I know you must be sore, so I ask for nothing else." 

I lifted my arms so that the shirt could be removed, once again leaving me naked in his presence. He sucked in a deep breath and hugged me tightly from behind. Shivers ran over my skin as I felt his hot breath on my neck. This will undo me if it continues much longer. I thought. How easily he sparked arousal within me, casting powerful ripples to my toes and fingers. No, it was only the effects of that strange dried bud, nothing more. 

"You were made for me." His earlier words spoke once more in my head, demanding my lustful acknowledgment. 

He ushered me under the covers and climbed in naked behind me. "Sleep well, my pet." 

Oro's soft snoring woke me as morning began to break through a small tear in the tent. I carefully adjusted myself and wiggled my way off the bed, closing the covers behind me. I got dressed quietly and made my way outside. 

It was still a bit chilly which ruined my hopes of a fresh water bath, but I set out towards the well anyway. I moved quickly so that my limbs would warm up, and shivering like a frail leaf pulled a full bucket from the well. I took a few drinks and splashed some against my face which brought a stark gasp from my lips. Teeth now once more chattering I lowered the bucket back into the well. 

I stretched lazily before drawing into myself to conserve body heat and began my slow walk back to the camp. Some of the other Barbaros men were beginning to rise, and so I wasted no more time getting back to the tent. 

As I prepared to open the flap, Oro nearly knocked me over, a look a fury on his face that immediately softened as he crashed into me. "There you are." His voice was still a little thick with sleep. 

I cleared my throat, "I wanted fresh water, you were asleep." 

He pulled me back inside the tent, rubbing my cold arms, "I do not like that you left like that." 

"You were asleep, I was only gone a moment." I tried to withhold the dissent from my tone. 

"I know Esyld." He brought me over to the fire pit and began to strike it up again. "You were gone, a moment yes, but alone." He kept striking at the flint absently. "I do not like it." 

"Here," I said, taking the flint from him and striking it into a small tinder nest. Once it caught I placed it carefully in the pit and coaxed it into a warm flame. "I have no intention of running again." 

"That is not the point Esyld!" He growled. 

"We are in a camp full of your people! When will I ever truly be alone?" I countered. 

"It is a dangerous world Esyld." He said trying to calm himself. 

"You have shown me this personally." Gods, my temper was getting the best of me. I took a deep breath to calm myself. 

"Esyld, you are mine, to protect and care for. That is my duty as your Master. If I am not at your side, I am unable to defend you." He stood naked before me and my eyes fell to the sizable soft manhood between his legs. I looked away abruptly trying to thwart the heat creeping into my cheeks. 

"Y-your men, were just a shout away." I managed. 

"I trust them with my life, that does not mean I trust them with yours." He expelled a labored breath. "We will be leaving soon. I will see Jora about more fitting garments for you. You will stay here." 

"As you wish, Master." I nearly choked on the words. Oro smiled at my effort and slipped on some leathers before leaving the tent. 

I took the time to braid my hair in a design my father said reminded him of fishbones. It was an odd comparison to be sure, but it was really quite lovely and shortened the length of my dangling mass. 

I am not sure at what point I thought it would be a good idea to start snooping around through Oro's things, but before I knew it I was elbows deep in a chest of papers and books. The books seemed quite old and I dared not fuss with them too much or risk the bindings. 

Perhaps what intrigued me most was the various drawings I found etched on thick parchment. I began cycling through them, reviewing an artful portrayal of a lush garden and my heart nearly stopped as Oro barged back into the tent talking to someone along the way. 

He quickly surveyed the room and tisked as he saw what I was up to. "Close that, my pet, and come stand over here." He pointed to a space in front of him. 

I dropped the drawings back into the chest and latched it closed, pressing it back up against the tent's edge. I walked to stand in front of him without saying a word about my prying curiosity. 

"Jora, as I said she has a small frame, but will need accommodation here." He said, using a hand to caress the side of my breast. I stepped back reflexively from him to which I received a raised eyebrow. You are mine to touch. Another of his ideas I had nearly forgotten. I returned to my position and looked over at Jora's appraising obsidian eyes. 

"Aye Kaptan." Her voice was gruff despite her pleasant features. Her hair was cropped short and black as Oro's but without his natural curls. Her body had a lovely tawny glow and boasted the lines of her toned muscle. She was unlike any other woman I had ever seen - "...your arms." My wandering thought was interrupted by her words. I had hardly noticed the red cloth she held out as she stepped forward. 

"My arms?" I asked. 

She sighed impatiently, giving an annoyed sidewards glance to Oro. "Raise your arms little girl." 

"Uh, a-are you a seamstress too?" I stammered, raising my arms. 

Oro burst out into thunderous laughter, doubling over and slapping his knee. By the look on her face I knew that I had insulted her in some way. 

"I am a warrior, slave!" She growled. She turned to Oro who was still laughing obnoxiously and punched his arm, toppling him over like a unbalanced toddler. She then tossed the cloth at him, "See how you fair!" She yelled and stomped out of the tent with gusto. 

My mouth quirked to the side as I looked down at him, trying to stifle my own laughter. I was amazed that she had managed to fell him, the towering man that he was. I picked up the red cloth, which felt quite similar to wool but was a much softer textile. I inspected it closely "Is this sheep's wool?" 

"No, fine goat's hair. Kashmir. Very warm." He replied, sitting up having successfully recovered from laughing like a fool. 

I separated out the two sections of cloth and took them to the bed laying them out. 

"I will go fetch her back." He smiled and got to his feet. 

"No need. I would like a leather belt and tie." I said still considering how to properly utilize the wonderful fabric. 

I wrapped the fabric around my torso and was pleased that it would cover most of my body quite well. Oro returned with my requested supplies and a pair of fur lined moccasins, which I slipped on gratefully, wiggling my toes inside their warm confines. 

I used the first piece to make a shawl that took minimal effort and would keep my arms fairly warm. The dress tied behind my neck, overlapping in the back secured by Oro's large belt around my small hips. 

"You are as good with fabric as I am with a sword, my pet." 

"Fabric is hardly a weapon." I retorted. 

"True, but you disarm me just the same." 

Oro's knowing smile brought a blush to my cheeks. This is a game Esyld, nothing more. 

"H-how long until we leave?" My voice came out too soft for my liking, trying to change the subject. 

"We have another hour yet, my group must eat, so must the animals before we can move on." He moved with purpose next to me, untying the thong at my neck, whispering into my ear "Plenty of time." 

I caught his meaning immediately. Was this man's abyssal desires truly bottomless? You cannot deny him this. It is expected. I sucked in a shaky breath and tried to exhale slowly to calm myself. You do what you must. "Yes." I whispered. 

The weight of that one word clung in the air. The heat of his chest and swell of his manhood pressed against me. He slowly and carefully stripped me bare, my fair body trembling before him. I did not shiver for lack of heat, because the warmth of his body was overwhelming. No I shivered from the anticipation of once again be touched more intimately than I had ever dared dream. 

"Uncover me, Esyld." His voice strained with arousal. 

My eyes met his in a moment of truth before my shaking hands moved to his belt. My knuckles rubbing against his taught burning skin. A moan caught in his throat and my eyes flicked back up to his face. 




Barbarian Bound Ch. 03



Gods I do not think I can do this. Fear and doubt struggled to drown out all other emotion. 

He must have seen the worry play across my features because he cupped my face in his hands and secured my lips in a heated wet kiss. He fumbled with the clasp of his belt and loosened the ties of his breeches. "Esyld." He moaned into my mouth. He pressed my hand to his breeches and helped me guide them down his hips and thighs. Another moan from his lips to mine. 

He stepped out of his breeches and with his hands still around mine brought them up to his hairy chest. "Touch me." He whispered before pressing his lips once more against me, inviting his tongue to play with mine. 

His hands left mine and moved to palm the cheeks of my bottom, massaging them, his forefingers achingly close to my netherlips. My hands moved of their own accord, traveling through the soft hair of his chest to find his small dark nipples. I circled them once or twice before running my fingers down the ridges of his abdomen. I was rewarded as his hands moved lower on my cheeks, rubbing the outside of my sensitive folds. 

My mouth broke from his in a gasp and I unintentionally pressed our bodies closer together, trapping his velvet member between us. A pearl of his viscous fluid smeared just below my belly button and I wiped my fingers against it, rubbing it between them. Another pearl was already seeping from his thick shaft, waiting to be received. Instinctively my fingers went to touch the twin pearl, his moan encouraging me to smear it across the head of his manhood. 

"Esyld." He growled my name, grinding himself against my hand, which I responded by rubbing my fingers down the rippled length of him. He jerked forward again, spreading my cheeks slightly and I moaned softly, pressing my head against his shoulder. 

Suddenly we were moving, my senses dulled by the pulse of my arousal. He was laying on his back and I had a brief moment to stare at his battle hardened body before he pulled me atop him. I was straddling his waist, his manhood pressed firmly against my bottom and his hands rising to massage my sensitive breasts. 

"Give yourself to me, pet." His voice strained, "Actions speak louder than words." 

My hands lay flat against his chest. I submitted to his intentions and I have now given myself over to the arousal of our fevered bodies. What else is there to give? His cock throbbed against me. Oh... I trembled in anticipation as I wiggled my hips to align with his. I waited for him to take me in a sweeping motion, as he had before in the forest but beyond the twitching of his sex against my thighs he lay motionless. 

This submission perhaps was the cruelest of all. There would be no blame or denial of consent... 

You can stop this right now; leave him aching on the bed... 

No, that wasn't true at all. The desire to feel his fullness once more was consuming me. 

Past the point of no return and with a heaving chest, I clasped my hand around his girth and angled it towards the aching heat of my core. I reseated myself a couple times until I felt him firmly at my entrance and lowered myself slowly upon him. We both moaned as he stretched my tight hold, my consuming desire demanding more, there would be no turning back. At this angle the tip of him nudged painfully deep inside of me which made me shift uncomfortably. 

He clutched my hips and gyrated my body against his. I moaned from the circular caresses of his cock, my depths fastening tightly around him. I made small mewling sounds as sensation ran wild through my body. He fixed his thumb against my precious nub, using my slick arousal to work tiny circles around it. 

I felt an intense tingling at the base of my head that sent shivers across my skin, my eyes fluttering closed, body unable to process all of these sensations. My breathing turning into loud gasps, I was on the precipice of something extraordinary. 

"Your so tight." He growled, his movement somewhere between a rotating and pumping motion. "I am close." His words came out in ragged bursts. 

I felt like a coil was being tightened within me, and my moans became much louder. "I-I—Gods." I cried clinging feverishly to the edge of my undoing. 

"You are close." His voice husky with promise. I could only nod my head in response. He slowed his pacing, bringing us back from that maddening bliss. "Beg me for your release, pet." 

"Oro." I whimpered. This is too far. I warned myself. 

He pumped inside me bringing a cry from my lips. I squeezed around him. 

"Please Oro." I begged. Deep down I knew that I crossed a line I would be unable to draw again. 

"Closer." His voice encouraged. 

Gods he was going to drive me mad! So unbelievably close to release I felt a slave to my desire more than I felt a slave to this man. "P-please, Master!" I cried in near agony for the torture of my suspension as he lazily fingered my swollen bud. 

"You may cum for me, pet." Oro growled plowing deep inside of me, rubbing my bud in a slick fury. 

My eyes clutched tightly, a piercing moan ravaging my throat, my muscles tensed in sheer bliss. I faintly heard Oro's own cry in the pounding of blood in my ears as he joined me in this delicious rapture. After many beats, my body slumped forward against his, our chests heaving wildly against one another. Bliss fading into an intoxicating afterglow. 

As mind numbing and pleasurable as this was, I feared the fact that I wanted more. That craving somewhere inside of me, demanding yet another release, then another, and another until I was a shell merely holding the puddle of bliss together. 

I felt his girth start to shrink within me, uncorking his fluid from my clutches, releasing a pressure I had not realized was there until it was dribbling out of me. 

As the flush faded from my cheeks, and my mind cleared, panic seized hold again. I slipped off of him, standing a bit bow legged, "Do we have fresh water?" 

"Wha-?" He slurred. 

"I need to clean." An edge of panic was detected in my voice. 

"Leave it." The command, clear in his voice. 

I could not risk the chance of catching from him. He read my face easily enough and started to sit up; his eyes captured mine and he gave a single shake of his head. My heart fluttered as I stepped back, quickly probing with my fingers to coax his spending from me, he moved so quickly, before I could discard what I dredged, he had caught my hands. 

My right hand glistened with his seed and a look of displeasure marred his face. I could see the look of contemplation in his eyes, his mouth opening to speak, before he was interrupted from a voice outside. 

"Kaptan?" 

Oro released me roughly and pointed to a bucket in the corner, "Fresh water. Wash and get ready." As I turned to move towards the bucket, he slapped my bare bottom, hard. I squealed, rubbing my bottom and running to the bucket before I could give him a chance to hit my other cheek. 

Oro was mumbling to a man outside and after a few moments walked over to me also taking a rag to clean himself. 

It took a few moments for us to dress and soon he was directing me to a brown spotted stallion which he ushered me onto. Men were already packing up the Kaptan's tent and belongings into a wagon with other other items. 

I received many knowing winks and jeers from many of the Barbaros men, and even a few choice names from my fellow Lamorian women. Tears stung my eyes, my cries of ecstasy revealed my true nature to those around me. There would be no more pitied glances for the barbarian whore. 

"Ignore them, my pet. " Oro said, rubbing my thigh before he mounted behind me. I bunched the dress high to sit properly and thankfully Oro gave me a blanket to cover my lap and legs. "C'mon, Bo. Hyah!" the strong beast cantered forward and Oro tightened his arms against me to steady me. 

Each third tromp jolted my smarting behind and I grimaced with discomfort. "Do not be so rigid, you will be too sore to ride by half day." Oro recommended. I felt his thighs tighten behind me as he twisted his frame to whistle loudly to the side and signaled his left hand forward. "Hold on." His voice was laced with excitement. He spurred Bo into a full on gallop, the speed of which brought a giddy yelp from my lips. 

The cool air rushing against my face made my eyes water, and so I leaned my head forward to break the wind. My breasts bounced sorely without support in the Kashmir dress and Oro was right not even half the day had passed and my body was an aching mass. 

"How much longer." I groaned. 

Oro laughed, "We have made good ground with our speed, but it will be sundown before we get there." He released a hand from the reigns to rub my left thigh and hip, "Do you need a break?" 

I nodded reluctantly, "You do not?" 

"No." He laughed. "We are trained for this." He began to slow Bo down and whispered against the shell of my ear, "I do not fault your fragility, my pet, it is very arousing." 

After a short while we had pulled off into a field and he helped me dismount. I nearly crumbled to the ground, my legs a shaky mess, but Oro held me tight against him, practically propping me up. 

"Kaptan?" One of the men questioned. 

"Graze the horses, and enjoy a short break, we will move out again soon." Oro directed. 

"Aye Kaptan." The barbarian gave a grateful smile and went to the rest of the group to relay the message. 

"I am unsure that I have ever seen him smile before." Oro mused with a laugh. "Come, let us work out those legs, hmm?" He practically carried me nearby to a thick patch of grass, and forced me to lay back against its padding. "Raise your dress to your hips." His toothy grin made my stomach flutter. 

I trembled slightly with the thought of my aching abyssal need and bunched the edges of my dress in my hands, slowly beginning to move it upwards. The hunger in his own eyes tightened my core and hitched my breathing. The fabric was nearly to the juncture of my womanhood before Oro's strained voice bid me to stop. 

"My willpower cannot outlast the sight of your weeping slit, I would not be able to stop myself from having you, and we are pressed for time." His voice rumbled and piqued my own desire. "Give me your leg." His hand reached forward to hold my offered limb. 

He began to bend and massage it, splaying it lewdly to the side baring my lower lips if not for the dress I clutched against it. The stretching eased some of the pain held in my thighs and hips, offering blessed relief. As he finished on the other side I wished a moment that he would take me once more. My body pliant and willing to receive him. 

Infernal heat! My mind cried. The threat to my people had been abated, furthering my debasement would be unnecessary. I released a long sigh and used his extended hand to get up. We walked back much easier than before towards the group, and I took a brief measure to enjoy a few pieces of jerky and an apple. The sun was quite warm now outside the shade of the canopied foliage, and despite its radiating comfort I could not shake the sadness of drifting farther away from the familiarity of my people. 

The path that we were on seemed familiar to me, though most often when we moved about it had been under the cover of night. I dispelled the thought, and instead committed the route to memory so that when the time came I could make my way back. 

We paced forward a bit slower than before, my skin turning a bright pink under the hot sun. I used the shawl to cover my arms and face as best I could to prevent further burn. "Does it hurt?" Oro asked a fleck of concern in his voice. 

"Not yet." 

"Not yet? But it will hurt later?" He probed. 

I laughed, "Have you never been burned by the sun?" 

"By fire, yes, by the sun, no." His voice steeled, obviously hurt by my poke at his ignorance. 

It must be the difference of our skin, mine fair like a pool of milk, and his a warm bronze. "You are fortunate then. I envy you." The words soured in my mouth, to envy a man such as him, but I did and it angered me. 

"Good breeding." He boasted an obvious grin on his face, though I could not see it behind me. I rolled my eyes and decided not to engage him further. 

The rest of our journey was an uncomfortable silence with the exception of a few far off whistles or hoots. It seemed even the wildlife new well enough to stay hidden from this horde as I failed to spot any along our way. 

The sun was beginning to set and despite having done nothing more than ride all day I was exhausted. I pushed back the shawl from my face, and peered groggily around. It took me a moment, but then I realized why the area looked so familiar. I strained my eyes further down the eastern road and spotted the tall walls of Lamoria, our fallen Capital. 

My body stiffened, memories sweeping over me. 

So loud. The crying, the screaming. Oh gods! My body shook, my mother...her lips moving...I cannot hear her over the screaming. Gods it was so loud. Another shake. Where was I? "Esyld!" My mother's voice, she was crying, both of us were so scared. 

"Esyld." A heavy hand was on my shoulder, "Esyld!" Oro's growl snapped me out of my horrible trance. 

"N-no." My voice trembled, tears spilling down my cheeks. He truly was a brute to bring me back here, after all that I had lost. 

"We are only staying a day at most." His voice trying to reassure me, rubbing a hand on my arm. 

"No!" I yelled, I jerked at the reigns of the stallion and pulled back hard making him buck, sending both me and Oro tumbling off of him. 

My landing was less than graceful and the wind was forced painfully from my lungs. Before I had even a moment to recover, Oro was looming over me, a frightening mask over his face. "You should not have done that, Esyld." He took out a familiar thong, forced me onto my stomach and tied my hands behind my back. My dress was dusted from the red dirt road and he heaved me up to my feet. 

Bo came obediently back to his master's side, and Oro motioned him into a prone position. He hoisted me under the armpits back onto Bo, and I teetered a moment as my legs dangled off to one side. Soon after Oro climbed back onto the steed, his chest pressed against my arm, and to prevent myself from falling off as Bo was spurred back into motion I had to nestle against Oro's chest. 

I dared not look at his face, not wishing to see the rage there, and not wanting him to see the tears painting my cheeks. "You should not have done that." He threatened. "They saw you knock me off my horse. My position requires- I will have to punish you for your outburst." 

"Do what you will, Master." I spitefully hissed. 

The walls were much closer now, only furthering my panic and grief. We left my mother here. It was my fault, I was too scared to move. I blinked back the tears. I never wanted to come back here. It is too soon, a year is not enough time to heal this wound. 

Barbarosan Guards were stationed outside and let us pass through with a polite nod to the strong Kaptan. Cheers broke out as we passed through the gate, torches lighting the night sky, the tanned faces of Barbarosan settlers welcoming back their brutish warriors. 

Lamoria was truly occupied, gone were the fair faces of my people, replaced by the surly mass around me. There are so many of them. Not all warriors to be sure, but surely matching the thousands that previously lived here. There were less than a few hundred free Lamorians left. Lamoria existed no more. 

My mind and body went numb. It was all for nothing. I was a fool to think we could retake our land. I had not foreseen the mass of their empire, how could I have? 

I barely recognized the streets for what they once were as we approached the town's square. Most of the camp had already separated off, presumably to settle in after their long journey. All that remained besides the Kaptan and I, were four of his kinsman. 

Once we were in the square a man glittering with adornments hailed, "Kaptan Oro the Conqueror!" 

"Ho! Is that a fair maiden?" Oro jeered. "Oh it is only you, Sarin, your jewels and finery deceived me." I felt numb even to his amusement and jostling of his laughter. 

"Ha! Kaptan, leave the battlefield behind and you too could be rich!" Sarin came closer, and took a moment to look me over. "Lamorian?" 

"She was." Oro replied. 

"Are they all so small? This is the first time I have seen one in the flesh." Sarin's voice brimming with excitement as if I were some exotic animal. His fingers twitched as he stroked Bo's mane as if he might like to touch me as well. 

"We can talk more about that later, I am quite tired." Oro said gruffly, skipping Bo to the side. 

"Ah, yes of course Kaptan! You will be staying at the main estate with the Governor. I was of course sent by him to fetch you." 

I had never been in the Governor's manse before, but always admired the beautifully carved stone and well tended gardens. I wonder what shambles it would be in now. Oro nodded towards Sarin before kicking off and heading towards the Governor's manse. Much of our buildings and statues appeared untouched, quite unlike what I expected the ruins of my former city to look like. 

The road to the estate was lined with tall cypress trees and occasional braziers which were lit for our arrival. The estate was exactly as I remembered, though now red and gold banners crested it's entrance. Oro untied my hands and helped me down from the steed, allowing a stable boy to take Bo away. 

Sarin arrive moments later and ushered us quietly inside. "Of course Governor Aryn would have been delighted to see you, but he has been quite busy with his new babe. I believe they rest as we speak." 

Oro's arm was wrapped around my waist and his grip tightened gently as we walked through the large halls. Sarin guided us to a west wing on the lower level and asked, "Is there anything you would like me to fetch? The water boilers are still running Kaptan." 

"A nice hot bath would be very generous." 

"I will have them draw it up for you." Sarin gave a slight bow and shut the door behind him. 

Even my own home near the market district was not as nice as this single room. A fire was already lit in the brick fireplace and fresh fruit was laid out on a nearby table, which was expertly hand crafted. I sat in a plush chair near the fireplace and forgot for a moment that anyone was even in the room with me. 

It is more beautiful than I imagined. I caressed the velvet armrests of the dark wooden chair and jumped when Oro's hand rested on my shoulder. "I did not mean to alarm you." His voice was deep and soothing, and for a moment I lost myself in the flicker of the fire. "Do you like the room?" He asked. 

I nodded, "It is beautiful." My voice bore a sadness I could not hide. "I did not expect that the Barbaros would have kept so much of Lamoria the way that it was." 

Oro gave a heavy sigh, "Before we leave this place, I want to show you something, it is important to learn about the past before you judge the present or decide the future." He knelt down next to me by the fire, "I regret-" Oro cleared his throat, "Your words earlier, to 'do what I will', I-I will not punish you, Esyld. To be thrown from my own steed is my folly, not yours." He waited a moment, "I just wanted to say that." 

"Thank you." I whispered. 

For many moments we just sat staring at the fire as it popped and flared, a small tap on the door catching our attention. "Kaptan, your bath is ready." 

"Yes, many thanks." He said with a tired smile. The servant shut the door softly and Oro reached out for my hand, "Come." 

I took it and followed him to the adjoining bath room. A very large alabaster tub was positioned in the corner and steam was wafting off of it invitingly. I did not resist as Oro disrobed me, and then himself, guiding us to the large pool of water. He held my hand as I stepped into the deep tub and I gasped at the sensation of hot water caressing my skin once more. 




Barbarian Bound Ch. 03



He gave a happy sigh as he stepped in behind me and settled into the tub. "Sit, my pet." He beckoned, holding his arms open. 

My face flushed at the sight. It is the heat, nothing more. I begged myself to believe. I sat down in front of him, laying against his chest, the water line nearly reaching the nape of my neck. I tugged at the tie that fastened my plait together and began to loosen my blonde locks into the water. 

Oro dropped some oils into the bathwater, and the room filled with the scent of roses. My eyes brightened with the luxurious smell and I shifted to fully submerge myself in the water. I rose up with a slight sputter and collected my hair to drape down my back. Oro reached around me and handed me a small chunk of soap which I eagerly took and slowly worked over my soft skin. He applied something to my hair and began massaging the strands together, running his fingers against my scalp, I had never felt so pampered that I completely forgot what brought me to this place, after all this time. 

He scooted me forward and took another bit of soap and began to wash himself, and I almost dared to watch him as he did so. My hair smelled of roses and was unbelievably soft; I dipped my body once more beneath the water to rub the mixture out of my strands. I squeezed out the excess water to check my thoroughness and was quite pleased that I managed on the first try. 

Oro pulled me back against him now that our bathing was finished and ran a bold hand across my breasts, and then down my stomach, waiting to go even lower. My body shivered briefly against his and heat crept back into my cheeks. 

"I want to expose you," he kissed my neck, "to all a man has to offer." His hand traveled lower until his hand rested above my mound. He would not be able to gain access without moving, and I had no intention of making it easy on him, by making that first move. 

"I think you have exposed me to that already, Kaptan." I laughed. 

"No, there is much more I want to show you, to teach you." He whispered against my neck, biting my flesh gently. My nipples hardened under the murky water, and I was grateful he would be unable to see my lustful response. 

I felt the length of him grow against my back, which sat me upright. "I am turning into a prune." I fussed, trying to make my excuses, "The bath has lost its appeal." I stood and got out of the tub, painfully aware of my exposed sex. 

"Hmm. You are right, I can think of something much more enjoyable." Oro grinned. 

"Sleep, on an actual bed?" I feigned innocence. 

"Eventually." He countered, standing, rivulets of water running over his hard body. Hard was the word best used to describe him, as he was indeed aching in plain sight. 

I sucked in a breath as he stepped out of the water which brought a huge knowing grin to his face. He stalked forward slowly, like a true predator, his body ready to spring at any moment. My belly began to flutter in anticipation and as he dashed forward, a squeal of excitement burst from my lips and I darted towards the bedroom. 

My stride was much shorter than his, he caught me easily up in his arms, which brought a scream from my lips and a deep chuckle from his. "Shh." He admonished, placing a hand over my mouth. "I have captured you again, my pet." He tossed me playfully onto the large plush bed, "What shall I do with you?"



Barbarian Bound Ch. 04



Author's Notes: This is an erotic fantasy by Lyssabyss. This Chapter does contain a lot of plot advancing material. So please be patient with the dialogue. Additionally there are multiple sex scenes in this chapter, again it is plot driven and not supposed to seem gratuitous. 

::PLEASE READ:: There is a graphic rape scene and a small amount of gore in this chapter. This chapter also contains a bit of BDSM and spanking. 

I have done multiple passes through this Chapter, and hope I have caught any errors. As always I love to hear your comments and critiques, and I hope you will take the time to vote once you've read it. Thanks! 

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I sucked in a breath as he stepped out of the water which brought a huge knowing grin to his face. He stalked forward slowly, like a true predator, his body ready to spring at any moment. My belly began to flutter in anticipation and as he dashed forward, a squeal of excitement burst from my lips and I darted towards the bedroom. 

My stride was much shorter than his, he caught me easily up in his arms, which brought a scream from my lips and a deep chuckle from his. "Shh." He admonished, placing a hand over my mouth. "I have captured you again, my pet." He tossed me playfully onto the large plush bed, "What shall I do with you?" 

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This wasn't just a game was it? No, not as I originally thought in any case, and it certainly did not stop me from toying with him. "I am not sure I should allow you to do anything with me, Kaptan." 

"Better then, that I am the one to make those decisions for you, pet." Oro's eyes gleamed with promise, "I do specifically remember telling you not to call me Kaptan." 

"Care to bargain?" I assumed a more assertive position on the bed, kneeling with my hands on my hips. 

"Ha!" He gave a throaty chuckle. "It is not available for debate, much less something I will bargain for." 

As he was about to crawl on the bed, I held out a hand to stop him, "Wait." 

"Going to hold out on me, hmm?" He said with a devilish grin. 

"I still want to strike a bargain." I looked in the eyes, "For something I want." 

"And what do you want?" The husky resonance of his voice made me quiver. 

More! Demand he fall to his knees to pleasure you! My inner demoness urged. I shook the thought away, "I do not want you to call me your pet anymore and I will not accept slave either." 

"Will not accept...is that right?" The look in his eyes making me fidget. 

"I am willing to bargain for this courtesy, Master." I said backing up as he climbed onto the bed. 

"And what exactly are you willing to bargain with, my pet." He coaxed. 

My breathing quickened, my mind was a clouded mess, "I do not know." 

Before I could back away further he grabbed my arm and pulled me close, "You really don't, do you?" He proceeded to kiss my lips and moved down to my neck and collarbone. He drew me down onto the bed, my hair dampening the pillows beneath it, and began to work his mouth downwards, taking a nipple into his mouth. 

I moaned softly. "Think of me as a servant if you want, but I am not an animal." Trying to regain focus on my cause. 

He sucked my hard nipple into his mouth and bit it gently, tearing another pleasurable moan from my lips. "Your kitten-like purring disproves that." 

I was losing ground in this battle with his constant delicious distraction. "Oro, I mean it!" I snapped, taking advantage of his surprise to cover my breasts with my hands. "I am not an animal! You have restrained and branded me, but I am still me!" I shook with frustration. "I do not debate that I am yours, or that you have the power to do what you want with me. But I -." 

He held a finger to my lips "Hush." 

"But -" 

"I hear you, Esyld." His hands stroked over mine, and caressed my belly. Our eyes connected, "Okay, Esyld. I will do my best." 

Perhaps for the first time since this ordeal began, I felt a genuine pleasant surprise and a small smile decorated my face. "Thank you." 

"Don't thank me yet." His dark, lustful eyes devouring me. "Now move your hands." He commanded. 

My lips twitched hiding a smirk before I dropped my hands away to the sides. "Better?" 

"Much." He whispered, suckling a nipple back into his mouth. "Have you ever touched yourself, here." He encouraged as he rubbed a hand over my moistening lips. 

"Yes," I breathed softly, "But I had never..." My voice trailing off. 

"Cum?" He finished. "It is the perfect rush of euphoric power, is it not?" His mouth lowering to my other nipple, continuing to rub me gently. 

I nodded. 

"I want you to touch yourself." His voice so incredibly thick with desire. 

My lips parted with hesitation and my hands rolled over my breasts and hips. My hand covering his. "I will help." Oro hummed against my neck. 

He drew my fingertips down so they rest on my sensitive little bud which he had already applied my moisture to. As I had done before I moved my middle finger in circles around it, but embarrassment prevented me from enjoying it too much. 

"Close your eyes." His tongue licked over my nipples and the soft expanse of my belly. My breath hitched as I felt him kiss and suck by my hip bone. "Don't stop." He urged my complacent fingers into action. 

I rubbed the delicate bit of flesh, my body trembling as I felt him move between my legs, the scratch of his stubble on my inner thigh, which he replaced with wet kisses and suction until trailing upwards, his nose was bumped my hand. 

"Gods." I moaned as his tongue ran up the length of my netherlips and produced a bit of spittle for my hooded nub. His mouth moved lower once more, bringing an outer fold into his mouth to suck and torture it with his tongue, before moving to the other side and repeating the same action. 

I felt the rising blush of rapture rooting in my loins, pushed further by the nudging of his tongue into my clenching tunnel. "C-close." I whispered. 

"Do you want to cum, Esyld?" He asked. 

"Yes." I hissed passionately. 

"You know what to do then." His voice commanding and deliberate. 

"Please Master!" I nearly shrieked as he probed his tongue inside of me. 

"You may." His deep growl of pleasure vibrating against my sex was enough to push me over the edge and my hips jerked up as my depths convulsed and my hands clutched at the bed. A pleasured cry pitched from my throat, Oro's strong hand clasping over my mouth to muffle me, as my body continued to quiver and undulate. 

As I drifted back into my spent body, I licked my dry lips, I wanted more, as if the only thing that could quench my thirst was this indulgent taste of paradise. Oro hearing my unspoken need, latched his mouth against my sex once more, fervently nibbling, sucking and licking me to a state of madness. 

I was whimpering with pleasure, "Yes, yes!" my hips escalating in motion. 

His mouth withdrew quickly, making me whimper, "You must ask." He ordered. 

"May I cum, Master?" My body shook with the suspension of denial. 

"Yes." He raised my hips and pressed as much of his tongue inside of me, wiggling it around and rubbing at my clit. 

"Oh Gods!" A guttural cry erupted from me as once more in a blinding fury I soared through the heavens and was reduced to a moaning, giggling puddle on the bed. 

He took advantage of my open mouth to delve his tongue inside, sharing the taste of my arousal and eagerly moving between my legs. 

"Please." I begged. What was a begging for? More? Surely not, my body was a spent mess and almost certainly could not handle any more pleasure. 

"Yes!" He grunted and lined himself up flawlessly with his mark before directing my head to stare down between us. "Look." A single command that I helplessly obeyed. 

His endowment pressed against me, I watched as he ever so slowly slipped inside my primed sex. He took my hand and led it back down between our bodies, "Again." He demaned. "When you find it, you may release." 

I once more took up the liberty to stroke my aching clit, while he drove in and out of me, all the while my eyes never leaving the sight of his labor. After being worked so expertly it took only a few minutes before I was once again writhing on the bed. This time as Oro's large hands held my body in place, he pumped in and out of me faster, his manly sack slapping my bottom, and keeping me cycling through this blissful hysteria. 

Once more he delved deep inside of me, spraying his seed at the end of me, as my body helped to milk him. Our cries of ecstasy echoing one another in the dark night. He held me tight in our delirium, and still imbedded deep inside of me rolled us onto our side, my lean leg draped over his. 

With soft kisses we slipped into the beckoning draw of reverie. 

Oro's slight movement was enough to wake me from a beautiful slumber, and our eyes met in the light of morning. The sun painted our bodies in a multitude of colors from the stained glass window above the bed. 

"Good morn, Esyld." Oro smiled. 

"Good morning" my voice drawled and I stretched my body lazily which caught me off guard as I realized his member was still pressed just inside my entrance. "Oh!" I exclaimed. 

He gave his typical manly chuckle and pressed against me, pushing himself a bit more inside of me. 

"Mmph." I moaned as I felt his body harden with ease. 

It felt incredibly intimate as he slowly took me, looking into my deep blue eyes. I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. You shouldn't be enjoying this. I took a deep breath and pulled away from him and rolled off of the bed quickly, a look of astonishment on his face. 

"Have I hurt you?" He panted. 

"No." I let out an exasperated sigh, "Yes. I mean, I do not know." I said tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. What is happening to me? 

He came to stand behind me as I picked through the fruit at the table, holding a small clementine in my hands, rubbing my fingers along its imperfections. 

"You are very important to my happiness, and so, you must be open with me, in all things. Do you understand, Esyld?" His whispered kissing the nape of my neck. 

"To your happiness, but what about mine?" I muttered. 

"I cannot give you back to the life you once had. I will not." He sighed kissing the nearly healed brand at my shoulder. "All else is open, Esyld." 

"No more bargains?" I questioned. 

"I make no promises." I felt his smile against my skin, "I will not betray my countryman, and I will not release you, but there is little else I would not do for you." 

"I bare the mark of a slave." I reminded him. 

"You bare the mark of my House, Esyld. By brand or by ritual inking, it is customary to wear the symbol of your House as a Barbarosan. I claimed you, so that others would know that you are mine." 

"You referred to me as 'chattel', so that is what I am, your property?" I accused. 

"Careless words. Property implies that you are apart from me, that you could be sold, traded or gifted away. You are none of those things. You are mine, Esyld." His breath was hot on my neck, his aching need pressed against my back. 

A deep sigh relaxed the tension I had not realized was there. "What happens now?" I could not light the road on this journey, because I did not know the destination. 

"We go home." The full of his chest was pressed against my back. "The rest, we figure out along the way. It is our nature." 

Could I really trust myself to the nature of a Barbarosan? What about my people? What about my father? "I cannot leave." I whispered. "My father -." 

Oro exhaled forcefully, "Do you really wish to stay here?" 

"I cannot leave him." Frailty leaking into my voice. I turned to face him, leaning against the table, Oro's manhood resting against my pelvis. 

"You can, because you are not alone, Esyld." Oro's hand raised to stroke my cheek. "I am asking you to jump into the unknown; but you will be with me and in time that will be enough." He kissed me gently, probing the defense of my lips with his tongue before I allowed passage, our delicate organs caressing one another in a lewd display. 

The familiar arousal sweeping over me, offering my nipples up to the warm air, and Oro's heated gaze. He gripped his arousal with his hand and bent to rub it over my furred patch then my crevasse below. He slipped the length of his shaft against me, using my soft folds to caress him before lifting me up onto the edge of the table. 

Though apprehension still coursed through me, it seemed muted now by our unspoken need. Sitting atop this dark table I was at the perfect height to offer my sex to him, he propped my legs on the edges of the desk to balance and support my exposure. I leaned back, bumping into the bowl of fruit that contained those delicious clementines. Oro reached around me with a chuckle and moved the bowl to my side so I could lean back freely. I rested on my elbows, pelvis tipped to receive him and simply waited. 

He stroked himself against my sensitive lips, rubbing the tip of his head up and down as he had the previous night with his tongue. The thought made me quiver with excitement. 

"Do you want this?" His words thick with lust as he gripped his shaft. 

I knew what he wanted to hear, and for the first time, I was happy to oblige, "Yes, Master." 

He drove into me, burying himself to his base and dripped some spit into his hand to rub against my sensitive nub. 

"Ngh!" I moaned. The previous nights climaxes leaving the naughty bud in a state of aching excitement. The pad of his thumb swiveled around it as he jarred me with each thrust of his broad shaft. 

We grunted in tandem, his black curls swinging forward with each thrust. The angle with which he speared me, worked his wide crown continuously against a glorious space within me. My body tensed as I climbed the ladder of my undoing and I gasped as Oro rammed deep into me, reading my body "You may cum." He growled. 

Light flashed behind my eyes and my ears rang from the sheer force of my climax. My hands slammed down on the desk, and inadvertently sent the ceramic bowl crashing to the floor. One final thrust and with a thunderous moan, his crown pulsed inside of me, each swell adding to the overwhelming rush within me. 

With weak legs he tumbled back onto the velvet chair facing me, and I sprawled lewdly across the table with my legs still propped open and Oro's cream pooling on the dark wood of the table. 

The door burst open, threatening to careen off of its hinges as Oro's men hustled inside. 

"Kaptan! We heard something brea-" The words stuck in the Veteran's mouth as they all got a rich picture of what had just taken place. "Our apologies, Kaptan." The man said with bright red cheeks and backed out slowly, trying his best to shut the now broken door. 

Oro fell into a roaring laughter, as if his men had not seen him naked, dumped into a chair, with me, oh Gods with me displayed... 

I picked up a clementine that had managed not to crash off the table, in an act that would bring humiliating results, and threw it at him, as hard as I could. Sadly it curved too far to the right and instead sent another fragile item crashing to the floor behind him. 

At least his men had the good sense not to enter this time. 

Oro choked down his laughter at the sight of my red face, and walked towards me, "They will speak of it to no one, on my honor." He smiled rubbing my arm. 

Now my face blanched. They had seen me. Not just naked as I was first exposed to the camp, but they saw me, splayed... "Oh Gods!" I groaned, burying my face in my hands. 

He grabbed my hands pulling them away from my face. "Do not shield yourself, Esyld. It is embarrassing to be sure, but it will remind them of your place here, with me." 

"As a barbarian whore." I lamented. 

"As my lover, and-" His voice seemed somehow small, or timid. "-perhaps more." 

My heart fluttered in my throat as a hand moved to caress my side and waist. His other hand scooped some of his spending, on the table, into his fingertips and massaged it back against my aching sex. "You cannot know how much this means to me." His whisper almost inaudible. 

I observed the pride displayed on his face, accentuated by his warm brown eyes, black and gray stubble and thick bushy eyebrows. 

"Okay, Oro." I said climbing gingerly off of the table. "I will go with you, because I cannot stay here, I cannot live with the memory of this place. But you must get a letter to my father. His heart would break with worry for me, he needs to know I am safe." 

Oro smiled and gave a reluctant nod. "In the meantime, let us get you some proper clothes. Something that really suits you." 

By the time it was all said and done I had spare undergarments, a proper riding cloak, fitted linen top and leathers that fit snugly against my bottom. Oro and I agreed that a dress would be impractical if I were to continue riding or needed to protect my legs. What a scandal this would have caused with my own people. Although, this was the least improper thing I had done thus far. 

I braided back my hair once more, watching Oro change into his own leathers, linen shift and jerkin. Once we were finished he planted a kiss on my lips and took my hand guiding me towards the door. "We cannot hide in here forever." He said with a chuckle and wiggled the broken door open. 

His men just inside the entrance of the manse, nodded politely and otherwise provided no indication they had even seen me this morning. "I will be taking Esyld into the Catacombs." Oro paused for a moment and looked to the red faced Veteran,"You have been my right hand for many years, Jakob." Oro shook Jakob's hand firmly, "I was offered a promotion, as a Majohr, before this expedition, should I desire to return to Barbos. It is an offer I have reason to accept now." 

He looked to his men, "It has been my honor to serve as your Kaptan, and I entrust this duty now to Jakob. Till battle or old age take you, Kaptan Jakob, I recognize you as a true Champion of Barbos." 

The Veteran's eyes glossed with denied tears, and nodded his acceptance, "Many thanks, my friend. We will drink to your honor and continued success tonight." 

Oro smiled. "I would not miss it." 

"Aye a chance to get drunk off yar arse!" A scruffy man jeered. 

"Exactly." Oro laughed, rubbing his thumb over our joined fingers. "Try not to leave me too haggard for the boat ride in the morning." 

"Boat?" I exclaimed. 

"More a ship really. Takes far less time to travel by water, than by land." He said, "You will have your sea legs in no time." He said spanking my bottom playfully. 

"I think you love to torture me." I quipped. 

"You may be right, but I think you love it also." A fiendish smirk on Oro's face. 

Jakob cleared is throat, "You are a charm for our Majohr. I hope you find peace in Barbos lands." He said with a gentile reassurance. "I am sorry for my intrusion." 

"Speak no more of it." I insisted, my face flushing with embarrassment. 

Doors down the hall opened loudly, and an entourage spilled out from behind them."Kaptan Oro!" Boasted a voice from across the hall. We all turned to face a bald, gray bearded man who stood front and center in the group. "Governor Aryn." Oro smiled thinly. The Governor's years of service had permanently marked him in the form of a scar trailing under his eye to the corner of his mouth. It has long since healed, but it pained me to look upon the pink raised flesh. 

"There was quite a commotion earlier." He laughed, winking at me, a furious blush staining my cheeks. "Who might you be?" The Governor questioned. 

"Esyld, sir." I replied softly. 




Barbarian Bound Ch. 04



"Surname?" Governor Aryn pried, stepping closer to me, till we were an arms distance apart. 

"Sgot." I said proudly, looking into his coal eyes. 

"Hmm, very much a name of the Gauls." He said distastefully and looked to Oro then. "Docohun Canizade Oro, did I get that right?" 

"Doguhan." Oro corrected. 

"You have a proud and pure line, your mother's father was a true Barbarosan Titan." There was something grim now on Governor Aryn's face, "A pity such a worthy woman died as young as she did." His gaze returned to me, "Hard to think a weak Gaul female would be fitting for a virile Barbarosan man. Esyld Oro Fahişe," he sounded out slowly, "that befits her station much better do you agree Kaptan?" The Governor smiled. 

Oro remained quiet, and I could feel a collective tension in the air. Gaul? Was Gaul a rude slur for Lamorians? Perhaps it is what our captured Lamorians are now called. 

"We have a full day ahead of us Governor-" Oro began. 

"No time for a sample of your fahişe?" The Governor's rotund belly laughed at Oro's pinched face, "Consider it payment for the state my furnishings. Yes, I was made aware of the state of my own home..." 

It took me a moment to realize the lech was talking about me. The idea of the man putting his hands on me, sent a shiver down my spine and Oro's hand now gripped mine painfully, "I do not share her, she is mine alone, and I will decide what station befits her best." Oro's voice dark and menacing. "You may take your payment from my earnings, whatever you believe is fitting." 

"I mean no offense young man. Keep your coin." Governor Aryn delivered a tight lipped smile. "Enjoy the city Esyld, you may find it quite an improvement." He stepped the distance and placed a kiss against my ear, whispering "Till we meet again, Fahişe." Oro jerked me away from the Governor, who chuckled and turned walking back down the hall with his guards, before I could reach forward and claw his eyes out. 

My chest heaved with anger, "Fahişe?" 

"Ignore him." Oro insisted. 

"What does it mean?" The displeasure bitter in my words. 

Kaptan Jakob put a hand gently against my arm, "What is not true, does not matter." 

I rejected the urge to jerk away from him, but managed to control my emotions and just simply nodded slowly. "Get me out of here, Oro." My voice on the verge of breaking. 

"Get Bo." Oro ordered a bushy faced kinsman, who left with a nod. "Jakob, please arrange the ship, I aim to take the next vessel out of Lamoria." 

"Yes Majohr, and the celebration?" Kaptan Jakob inquired. 

"Time permitting, move it dockside." Oro advised. The newly ordained Kaptan nodded once and stepped outside the estate. 

"Before we leave Lamoria, there is still something I wish to show you." Oro said taking my hand and leading me outside where Bo was waiting. He helped me climb onto his back and we were off, leaving the Governor's estate behind us. A sigh of relief parted my lips and I relaxed back against Oro's chest. 

I hoped I would never have the misfortune to see him again. As we hustled through the busy streets of my former home, pain grew in my chest as I saw it in the light of day. A mixed row of compact stone and wood homes and small shops, boasting proud Barbaros banners, seemingly untouched by the brutality that forced us from these walls. 

"Was the battle of Lamoria all in my head?" I lamented. "It is as if it never happened." 

Oro veered us off so that we skirted outside the city walls, which helped my growing anxiety and the anger that burned me. "We rebuilt our home quickly. Not all resisted..." Oro cautiously said, before changing the subject. "What do you know of the Catacombs?" Oro asked. 

"They have been closed off since I can remember, caved in, I believe." The gallop of the horse lilting my speech. "Not all resisted, do you mean those that were taken as slaves?" 

"We took slaves in the beginning, but many are contracted serfs now. Have you always lived in Lamoria?" Oro continued. 

"Since I was a young girl, why?" Why would any of this matter now? It was dredging up memories that I wanted to remain buried. 

"Your people did not always populate this land, Esyld." Oro slowed Bo's pace as we neared the stone entrance to the dangerous Catacombs. "Do you know why?" 

A petulant feeling stirred within me, "Why the lesson in history? What does this matter? Does it have to do with why you referenced Lamoria as 'our' home?" 

He ignored my viperous attitude, "Gauls, your ancestors, and the Barbaros, my ancestors, were adversaries long before you or I were born." He circled Bo at the entrance and helped me dismount. 

He took a torch from the entrance and lit it on a ceremonial brazier, "Follow me." Our fingers intertwined as we entered the dimly illuminated underground tunnel. He ventured as if he knew these walls as intimately as my own. 

"I was raised by a scholarly man, if you remember..." His words righted my lust filled thoughts. 

"I remember." Confirming, waiting for him to continue. It grew harder to breathe the further we ventured down. 

"Before he was a self-proclaimed scholar, he was a Gaul soldier, he was among the first generations, in fact, to help claim hold of Lamoria for the Gauls. He brought me to these Catacombs as a boy and taught me the bloody history of our people." Oro turned to the right as the path forked. 

"How did you come to be raised by your enemy?" My thoughts were swirling, and if he had been raised by such a kind Lamor- Gaul, how could he later betray them? 

"I was birthed within these walls. Albion, my custodian, helped to deliver me, when as a young warrior he found my mother laboring in distress. His fellow warriors were nearby, and if it were not for Albion's protest, I likely would not be here with you now..." His voice trailed off and he brought us to a large room, which housed row over row of the dead. I gasped, gripping Oro's arm tightly, to which he raised an eyebrow, "Do the tales of the Catacombs live up to your expectations?"  

I gave him a sour look before dropping my offending arms. "What happened to your mother?" My voice, tight with anxiety. 

"She died." His own voice, calm and neutral. 

"I am sorry, Oro, I have heard birthing was harder back then." I said rubbing a hand along his back. So that must be what the tactless Governor eluded to earlier. 

"She did not die at my birth, no, she died days later by the sword of a Gaul soldier. Albion has cared for me ever since." 

I shuddered and felt my own horrible memories of death and sadness fill my heart. "Why?" 

Oro shook his head solemnly. "The very question I tortured myself with as a boy. As a man, I hated that I began to understand it...These Catacombs hold the bones of my people. This was our homeland. It was only in the last four generations of this bloody feud that the Barbaros have been pushed so far south." 

Self righteous anger was building inside of me, "It is the barbarians that have hunted and enslaved us. How dare you!" His eyes bore down into mine as tears threatened to fill them. Gods I was so tired of crying. 

"Yes, we have hunted, enslaved and killed Gauls. Your people tried to hide their past, ravaging Lamoria in the most damned way possible, claiming our city by name-rite. Both sides have blood on their hands, Esyld. In the end, only the Barbaros were strong enough to end the war." Oro proclaimed. 

"End the war? By killing thousands of innocent people! How could that be justified?" 

"We have never hid from what we had to do! Or what we have done...Those that resisted our rule, yes, examples were made. After a time, when the land had healed, we freed the slaves who would live among us as members of the Barbarosan people, choosing to forsake their past falsehood." Oro explained. "It was more than our people ever received by Gaul hands." 

"Live among you, as second rate citizens, no doubt, under the thumb of brutish hands!" I shouted in the sacred resting room. 

Oro sighed heavily, bracing a fist against a stone wall, "I only brought you here so that you would understand the things I have done. I left Albion as a young boy, with my mother's sigil in hand, and I returned to Barbos, to my people. They accepted me as if I had always been among them, as if I had not been raised by our enemy. It would be another twenty years before I would come back to Lamoria, and as fate would have it, find you. I have done horrible things to reclaim my peoples birthright, I make no apologizes, for that would mean I feel remorse for the things I have done, to have brought me on this path to you." 

"If what you say is true, then the wrongdoing lay with both our people, but it is not the truth that I know. It is not the truth that I have seen." I shut my eyes, trying to dispel the horrible memories from invading. 

"I do not hold you at fault for the sins of the Gaul, as some of my own kin believe I should. All that I ask is that you do not hold the sins of a few, my sins, against the good nature of the Barbaros." Oro drew me into his arms, mindful of his dwindling torch, and held me until my body ceased resistance and I melded into his touch. 

"You ask a lot of a weak Gaul female." I retorted. 

"You are stronger than you think." He said softly, brushing a wisp of hair away from my face. 

Our bodies pressed together warmed me this far beneath the surface, but it was not enough to ward the chill seeping into my bones. "Can we leave this place?" I shivered, the musty smell making me feel a bit light headed. 

Oro nodded, and guided us back out into the fresh air. The first glorious breath cleansing my unease. "Let us head to the docks and see how our new Kaptan is doing on the boat." 

Oro helped me once more mount on the tall stallion, and climbed up behind me. "How long will we be on the water?" 

"Depends on the winds. It will be close to a month." 

"A month!" I exclaimed, holding onto the horn of the saddle as Bo was directed back through the tall fields, towards the bustling town and salt sprayed docks. 

Oro laughed, "Would you rather take two, and ride in a cart all the way there?" 

I nudged him with my elbow. "Quiet you." 

Oro fondled my breasts playfully, "I must teach you that I give the order around here." 

"My apologies, Majohr." I giggled, shying away from his touch. 

"I want you." He whispered against my ear, my body shivered with excitement in response. 

"Are you like this with all women?" Something unfamiliar seeping into the edges of my tone. I gasped as his hands massaged my breasts through the thin linen fabric. 

"My desire for you is above any others." The intimate nature of our conversation made my stomach flutter and filled me with unease. "I have changed my mind about heading to the docks straight away. I want you again." He growled. He pulled me back against him and forced a hand down the front of my leathers. 

"O-oro." My voice cracked as he managed to push two thick fingers inside of me. He slowed Bo down to a graceful walk back through the tall grass of the field, the sound of the green blades swishing against our feet. "You are insatiable." I accused. 

"Will you deny me?" His mouth was hot against my neck, marking me for all to see. 

"Yes, that is my aim." I replied softly. 

"I will remember that." He chuckled, withdrawing his digits from me and rubbing my moisture against my outer lips. 

I could feel his hardness against my leathers, and truly did not want to stop him, but it would hinder us from leaving Lamoria as soon as we were able. "On the boat Oro, that is where you may have me." I flirted. 

He slapped Bo's backside and we bolted forward, which made me yelp in surprise. The grass was trampled in our wake, and I did not envy the poor beast as the tall grass slapped his legs. He kept urging Bo on faster and faster, until our surroundings were a passing blur. "On the boat, hmm?" He coaxed, "Where I wonder, against the mast like our first time in the woods? Maybe I will bend you out overlooking the water." He ground himself against my backside. "Do you feel me, Esyld?" 

"Yes." I panted. 

"You know what I am going to do with this." It was more of a statement than a question and it made my nipples ache against the tight linen top. 

The docks were coming into view, and all I could think of was being held in position exactly as he described. Oro spotted his Kaptan easily enough and pulled up abruptly beside him. "Is it settled?" Oro huskily questioned. 

"Yes, Majohr. The merchant ship will set sale just before sun up. It is a caravel, should get you both to Barbos swiftly." Kaptan Jakob replied. 

"Ready to board?" Oro asked eagerly. 

"Aye." The great Kaptan laughed. "Jons has already seen to your chest and weapons, Majohr." 

"Gratitude." Oro dismounted fluidly and slapped the man on the shoulder. Kaptan Jakob gave his signature nod, and began walking away. Oro reached up to pull me down and ushered me aboard the merchant ship the Kaptan indicated. He purred against my ear, "We are on the boat, Esyld." 

An anxious giggle left my lips, "Can we wait till we are below deck at the very least?" 

"Making me wait is not in your best interest, my p- Esyld." He caught himself. 

"You like the chase, and you know it!" I teased. "If I gave in to easily, you may lose interest." After a moment, I tapped a finger against my lips, pretending to ponder something, "Hmm, now there is a thought." I smirked and winked at him. 

He grabbed me up suddenly, throwing me over his shoulder and began making his way across the deserted deck. "I doubt I could ever lose interest." His masculine laugh, tightened my core, as he had so many other times. After all I had been through with this man, his wiles were unbearably charming and consuming, leaving me unable to resist his cruel temptation. 

I had fallen so far into depravity, twitching for my next release at the hands of someone who was a dangerous, unrepentant butcher. The sex was in fact clouding my judgment, I was no longer protected by Pelor's light in the oil pits of my inferno. When have I ever felt such bliss by Pelor's touch? What good has he ever done for me or my people? 

"Esyld?" Oro's face was marked with worry. 

I nodded and looked around surprised that in my reflection we were already below deck and I was laying on a stiff palette. "Lost in thought." 

Oro leaned me back and brought his lips to caress mine. "Where were you, little bird?" 

I felt a bit faint as my body blushed under the weight of his arousal. Panic began to seize my awareness, and kept the heat of lust at bay, I pushed him upwards, "I cannot do this Oro." 

"Cannot do what exactly." I could see his hackles rising with the anticipation for a fight. 

"I am losing myself." I began, "To this, to you. I cannot become this person." Tears were welling up in my eyes, emotional turmoil running rampant. 

"Esyld, this is not a bad thing." He assured, and leaned in to kiss me. 

I jerked back suddenly, "It is!" I got up from the palette, "It has been four days, since you captured me. Look!" I cried, pointing to my knees, "These are the wounds that are still healing, after you invaded my camp! This is not normal, Oro-" tears spilled down my cheeks and I huffed incredulously, "I am using your name, I have called you my Master..." Frustrated sobs shook my body, "You have swept me up in this, I am afraid I will never be clean again. A part of some whirlwind fantasy, where the punishment for my submission is the cruel bliss you force on me." I sputtered. 

Oro looked at me as if I had gone mad, "What is there to clean yourself of? The pleasure of sex? It has been a long four days, my pet-" 

I rushed him in anger, pushing him back onto the bed and jumping onto his torso. I balled my hands into fists and beat them against his hard chest before he could restrain me. "I am not your pet!" I yelled. 

"A slip of the tongue." Oro laughed. "You enjoyed it as much as I did! You are acting like a scared little girl, because you want -" he was cut short as I spat in his face. 

His rage boiled over the edge and he bucked me off of him, so I nearly fell to the ground, only saved by his hands latched around my wrists. "I thought we were beyond this, Esyld. Clearly I was wrong." He raised me up by the wrists pushed me back against the palette. 

I resisted against him with every fiber of my being, trying to claw and kick at him, but he was simply too strong. I shouted pitifully "Do not touch me!" 

He slipped my hands in a quick knot and flipped me over so that he could secure the bond on a peg on the far side of the palette, leaving me able to stand, but bending me over at the hip. "You are mine to touch." He growled. 

When I tried to flip the restraint over the peg he grabbed a nearby fire block and smashed it against the peg, turning it up into the boat. I would have to be cut out of these tight restraints once he was finished with me. The thought brought panic up my throat, "Help!" I cried. 

His hand jerked my leathers down nearly tearing them as he forced them down my hips. 

"HELP!" I screamed once more, tears free falling onto the palette. 

*SMACK* His hand came down on my bare bottom. I cried out in pain. *SMACK* Another, jostling my hips against the palette. "Do you want to continue screaming?" He panted. 

Tearfully I shook my head. 

*SMACK* "Try again." He growled. 

"No, Master!" I sobbed, letting my head go limp. 

I heard Oro fuss with his belt and breeches and I tried to angle my head back to see him, but it was difficult with the angle of my arms beside my head. I felt his rigid cock against my bare entrance. I swung my hips to the side, but Oro was able to easily reposition me. 

"I don't want this!" I pleaded and groaned as his hand came up to pinch my nipple viciously. 

"Hush." He purred. Once more he was pressed against my entrance, my lubricant coating the tip of his crown, my body freezing as he inched his way slowly inside of me. 

"No." I wept pitifully, lowering my head trying to remove myself from this subjugation. 

He was not as gentle as he had been in the past, instead bruising my hips into the palette with each thrust. My cheeks were flushed as I wriggled against him, legs spread apart, his heavy sack slapping my sensitive folds. 

How could he do this to me, for all his claims, he was still no better than a beast, and I was no better than a gash for him to rut upon. His pace quickened and he grunted loudly with each thrust. 

Defeated I begged, "Not inside of me...Please Oro..." My head lolling with each precise thrust. 

He gripped my hips tightly and bent over my body so he could speak hotly against my ear. "I am going to fill you, Esyld." His thrusts slowing so I could feel each languid stroke and pulse. He moaned in my ear, "Can you feel my seed?" He was buried deep within me, his crown ensuring delivery of his potent spending, as his shaft pulsed jet after jet inside my heated tunnel. He stayed in me for quite a few moments as he recovered. 

"This is who you really are." I wept my accusation. 

He kissed my cheek from behind before leaning back, thrusting once more for good measure before slipping out of me carefully. Hands still secured he helped me lift my underwear and leathers back up, trapping his spending against me. He moved me to rest fully on the palette, my restrained arms at breast level before he finally pulled up his own breeches. "I will bring you some food, and ensure that you are not disturbed." 

"Please untie me, Oro." I begged. 

"I will be back." Oro said, and opened the small door that lead up to the deck. 




Barbarian Bound Ch. 04



"Oro!" I yelled after him, with no response. I tugged angrily at my bound hands, my wrists smarting from where the leather thong chaffed against it. I swiveled around so that my feet were pressed against the wall, and clasping my hands together I pushed with my legs. The peg pulled out from the wall a little bit, and gasp of success slipped my lips. Just one more good tug and I would be able to slip free. I braced my feet once more and kicked against the wall, completely jerking the peg free and flipping me back off the palette. 

I hit my head against a barrel as I fell and was dazed a moment, as I tried to get to my feet, the door opened Oro stood smiling down at me. 

I held the sharp end of the peg out in front of me, "So help me-" 

"Stop." He commanded, a look of anger on his face now. He tossed a yellow fruit onto the palette along with a bulging sack. "I have hurt you, and I can see that you need space." He pulled a thin coiled rope from the wall. "I will give you the time you need, but I do not trust that you will stay, or avoid injury." He drew closer to me, "I am going to tie you once more, it will be much more comfortable this time, Esyld." 

I let out a panicked protest, "No, Oro, please." 

"Just until I return, Esyld, I promise." Oro insisted. "Now please, let us go easy, hmm?" He pleaded. 

"I hate that you make me feel this way." I whispered, tears filling my eyes, my arms lowering slightly. 

"I know." Oro remarked. He reached out to me as my arms had lowered and I swung them back up angrily, nicking his hand with the peg. He recoiled a moment before making a deliberate move and disabling my hands. He took out his dagger, "Do not move." His voice was cold and yet fiery with rage. 

He cut the previous binding and drew the rope around to cuff my wrists together until the rope was quite snug. "If you struggle, these ropes will cinch, and it will hurt." He warned, giving me a bit of lead to move my arms and tied the rest of the lead around the beam. "As I promised earlier when I return I will unbind you. In the meantime please eat and try and get some rest, Esyld." 

He leaned in to kissed my cheek, until I snapped my teeth at him. "Have it your way." He turned away and slammed the door behind him, leaving me in near darkness. 

"Help!" I yelled once more after I thought Oro had gone, and I heard footsteps on the deck above me. Someone is coming. I thought relief slipping through me, until of course, I saw Oro's red face staring back at me. 

"Untie me." I begged. "I wont leave I promise." A lie I am sure he could read plainly on my face. 

He huffed and grabbed the clipped leather thong and was able to successfully secure it around my mouth. 

I made unintelligible noises and Oro shook his head with a scowl, "Why would you make me do this to you? When I return we will discuss your behavior." He kissed my forehead and left the small room, securing the door shut behind him. 

I tested my ability to scream or cry for help, but it all came out as muffled grunts. The constant physical and emotional strain left me weak and exhausted. I tested the restraints but as they cinched, I decided to leave it be. Before long, as I was lost in thought, wondering what Oro might be doing, who he might be with...Would he tell his companions of his latest conquest? With these sick thoughts, the boat lulled me into a fitful sleep. 

The door squeaking closed woke me to a pitch black room. The gentle swaying of the boat seeming to calm me despite that. I tried to say his name, but my mouth was still gagged. 

The figure at the door turned, uncloaking the light hidden within and momentarily blinded me. I held up my hands to block out the light and tried to look around it. 

"It looks like you and our dear Oro are getting along well." Governor Aryn's voice made me tremble in the dark. "I wondered where you might be when I did not see you at his side. Fortunately, this affords us some time together." 

I curled up as tight against myself as I could muster on the far side of the palette next to the beam. Oh Gods! 

"Come on now, Fahişe, if you play along I will be gentle." The Governor set is lantern down on the barrel I hit earlier, and began to pull apart his robes. 

I screamed pitifully around the gag. Please Oro, come back! I prayed. Governor Aryn simply laughed blocking most of the light with his body as he closed in on me. As he grabbed one leg, I kicked the other and landed a blow right to his round belly. 

His fist swung and my head suddenly whipped to the side, lights flashing behind my eyes, horrible aching pain at my temple. Something was running over my eye, and tickling my right cheek, warm and slow. *pip* *pip* *pip* I could hear it falling from my chin to my linen shirt. 

I tried to yell Oro's name, which echoed painfully in my head. My body was being jerked, I could not see out of my right eye, my left eye straining on the dark figure. I felt the bare flesh of my stomach and legs exposed to the air. I groaned painfully once more. My legs were pushed apart and I felt something probe at my swollen sex. 

"He seeded you pretty well, Fahişe. I have heard you like men of power, let us see who's seed is stronger shall we?" The heavy man boasted. 

I whined as I felt him slip inside of me. You are stronger than this, Esyld! Do something! I pulled my legs back and kicked with all of my effort, hitting him against his shoulder and chin. 

A roar of rage thundered nearby. I clawed at the gag, painfully slipping it down enough to scream. "HELP ME!" My terrified scream was shrill, and once I started I could not stop. 

I another blow to the face and I tasted blood against my tongue. "Help." I croaked. 

He laughed sadistically and said "I have a better way to use you," flipping me over onto my stomach, sending my head spinning, emptying the meager contents of my belly onto the bed. I felt him climb behind me, and I struggled profusely, cinching the binds against my wrist, biting into them painfully. 

"No!" I croaked once more. I felt him rubbing something against my puckered hole. I tried to scream once more, but his hand pushed my face into the bed, while he drove roughly into my back portal. I sobbed at the excruciating invasion, his withdrawal just as agonizing. 

I thought of what I would do to the Governor if I should get freed, but then I realized this man was used to taking what he wanted without retribution. Oro was no different. It was because of him that I was strapped helpless as I was in this moment. 

'Why would you make me do this to you?' Oro's previous statement hurt now more than ever. As if I had the intention to be raped, first by the man I thought was supposed to protect me, then by a man I should have been protected against. But here I lay helpless, being brutally sodomized, because I made him do this to me. 

I made many promises to any entities that would listen, if they helped me survive this night. My head rang painfully, as the door crashed open. 

"ESYLD!" Oro's voice roared. 

The Governor slipped all of the way out of me, bringing a cry from my lips, "Stand down" he ordered Oro. 

I painfully rolled onto my back, the lantern casting light on my face. I saw Oro out of my left eye, my lip trembling from the painful tears that mixed with the blood on my face. Oro withdrew his sword, "You should have headed my word, old man." 

"Think boy -" but it was already too late as Oro drove his sword deep in the Governor's belly. He fell to his knees on the floor, grasping at the blade protruding from his gut. 

Oro swept over to me, eyes filled with tears, and cut me free of his bindings. "What have I done?" He growled, delicately checking my face. 

The Governor gave a gurgling cough, to which I hissed,"He is alive." Anger coursing through me. 

Oro placed the dagger in my hands, and I sobbed as he helped me stand up from the bed. I turned the dagger on him, "I hate you!" I cried. "You are the sins of your people. I should cut your abscess free of this world." 

Oro reached out to me and I swung wildly with the dagger, "DO NOT TOUCH ME!" I screamed with enough force to make him step back, even as I nearly doubled forward with the pain in my head. Carefully, I limped to face the old man, dying on his knees. I looked back into Oro's sorrow filled eyes, and he nodded softly. 

I turned back to face the wide eyed Governor and drove the blade into the side of his throat and let it rest the barest of moments before I drew it back out, blood spurting up from the open wound. My hands shook as I wondered if I should strike again to make sure he was dead. 

Oro pulled his sword from the Governor's lifeless body and dropped it to the floor, and dared to pull me into his arms. "I am sorry." He whispered against my temple, getting my blood all over his face. 

I crumbled, sobbing my relief and anger, and Oro scooped me up carefully into his arms, his tears fell onto my head as it rest against his broad chest. "Forgive me." He beckoned.



Barbarian Bound Ch. 05



Author's Notes: This is an erotic fantasy written by Lyssabyss. This chapter as you may notice is not in the "Non-Consent/Reluctance" category, because it is not the primary element of this chapter. There is some romance, f/f action and some answers to questions you may have had. A special thank you to EricaW for some great inspiration and being a superb beta-reader. 

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Was it Oro or the sway of the boat that rocked me so gently? My right eye had long since swollen shut, and my left eye was puffy from the tears that refused to stop falling. Still he held me in his arms like a small child, as I wept and shivered, and I hated the fact that I needed him now, after all that had happened. 

Oro begged my forgiveness, tears in his own eyes, and I wondered if we could ever truly recover from the brutality experienced in this room. Could I ever learn to trust him, after what he took regardless of my hesitation? 

He placed the dagger in my hands, but I am the one that used it against the old man. I am the one that allowed Oro to turn me into a shadow of his likeness. Another shiver passed through me, the air was getting colder as it swept in from deck above, the stench of vomit and copper burned my nostrils in this small space. 

"--Going to be sick." I muttered, blood draining from my face as I felt saliva building in my mouth. 

As quickly as Oro could without jostling me about, he took me above deck and to the starboard side, setting me carefully onto my feet, using his hands to brace me. I heaved over the boat, the pressure splitting my head and threatening to tip me over into the encroaching abyss.

I heard muffled words behind me as consciousness faded in and out. 

"--down below." Something probed against my head "Jakob," and I flinched at the pain in my temple. " --with her." 

I faintly recognized Oro's voice and clutched against his arm and slurred, "Don't leave me."

A hand caressed my back, and wiped my face carefully. "Get Jora." Oro commanded. 

"Aye --." Kaptan Jakob's soft voice replied. 

I was being moved, my feet dangling in the air, pressed up against a warm hard body. A ringing sounded in my ears, leaving me alone to my thoughts which threatened to suffocate me. You mustn't get caught Esyld! My father warned me of the dangers of these men, but I was captured, the scent and lure of a hidden need, baiting me into an inescapable snare. Oro was an expert at his craft, the enticing decoy completely disguising the barb of his intentions. 

"Esyld." A voice called out to me, but I did not return sound. Let the storm rumble around me, let me go...let me sleep. I had given up on trying to see with my eyes, not believing that what I would find would be worth the effort.

Sound was returning around me as the buzz in my ears faded. "What have you done!" A woman's voice bellowed. 

I winced and groaned painfully. "Loud." I croaked.

A hand rubbed my arm, "Majohr, let Jora look, while we take care of the--" I recognized Jakob's voice, even as stress obviously strained him, "--of the Governor."

"This is treason, Majohr--" 

"Quiet." Oro hissed. "Do as you are commanded Jora. Leave the treason to me." I was being moved once more, I felt the stiff fabric of the bed beneath me. 

"Can you hear me?" Jora's voice was gentler now, her fingers probing my face. 

I nodded slightly. "Yes." I croaked, my throat sore from screaming and retching. 

"I am going to inspect you, and clean you now." Jora's fingers nimbly worked at my clothing to loosen them away, driving a whimper from my lips. "It is only me, Esyld, no one else will touch you. This I promise." 

I nodded once more. She helped me take off my dirtied clothes and braced her hands against my sides. "Gods, you poor woman. Here lay carefully." She whispered, helping me lay on my side. I felt a cool rag against my face, rubbing off the blood and salted tears that had caked it. 

"How is she?" Oro's voice loomed in the distance.

"Spirits, now!" Jora barked. My flinch brought new tears to my eyes as my face pinched painfully. "I am sorry." She had wiped the rest of the grime away from my face as the door squeaked open. 

"Here." Oro said quietly. I heard the swish of liquid in a decanter and peaked out my left eye to take a look. Jora's hands were red which was stark against the clear bottle of water she was holding. "We are almost finished--" Oro started.

"Go." Jora said as kindly as she could. I could hear Oro's huff at the insubordination, but in the present state of things he was not willing to argue with her until this was behind us. 

"Drink." She said helping to hold my head up as she brought the bottle to my lips. Feeling parched I took as much into my mouth as I could, and nearly spewed it back out as the liquid burned bitterly as I swallowed. "Good, this will hurt. Bite this." She indicated putting the familiar leather straps near my mouth.

My eye widened and I shook my head, "I can't." I cried. It was the very same strap Oro had gagged me with. 

"Hear me, Esyld, you cannot cry out. I am going to hurt you to make you feel better, but you cannot make a sound. Do you understand?" Jora said slowly.

"Yes." I said softly, the effects of the burning liquid warming my stomach and calming my nerves. 

"Close your eyes." Jora urged, and I heard her swallow as she spilled some of the liquid fire onto the cloth. "No sound." She whispered and pressed the rag against my temple. The pain was immediate, and worse than that night I had been branded. I whimpered and clenched my teeth tightly to avoid screaming. 

Soon I felt the pour of the strong liquid right on my face, Jora was careful to avoid my eyes as she mercilessly poured it over me. "You are doing great." She dabbed the cloth at my face. "We need Gurt." She hissed under her breath.

"I killed him." I whispered.

"You?" Jora asked with genuine surprise. "Hold this to your head." She put my hand over the cloth that was pressed painfully against my temple. "Where else does it hurt?"

I thought for a moment trying to isolate the pain that rang throughout my body, "Lower" was all I could manage before tears overtook me.

"Bastard." She growled. She carefully spread my legs and pulled the lantern closer. She gently touched my used entrance and rubbed her hand against the seed there. "H-he spilled inside..." She took the cloth and began to wash cool water against my sex and battered hole. "The Governor?"

"Oro." Unable to hide the resentment I felt. "Governor did not finish--" My voice cut off. 

Jora's own breath became labored, "What happened?" she seethed.

"I pushed him too far. He tied me--h-he--I was left here, just waiting..." I tried to be strong, though I felt very weak. 

"Was this the first time?" Jora questioned, wiping my soft spread gently until I was clean.

"Like this, yes." I whispered. I wanted to forget all of this, I wanted to roll back the time, and redo the entire moment that lead me here. Maybe if I had simply succumbed to Oro's wishes, I would have been absent from this boat when the Governor came along. I would have been protected. 

"Has he seeded you before?" Jora asked delicately. 

I nodded shamefully. 

"When was your last bleed?" She was softer now than before when I first met her. She was patient and tended me carefully. 

"The stress... I have not been regular." My head felt much clearer now and I was able to prop myself up slightly to look at her.

Our eyes met and she whispered, "I will help you, with whatever needs done." She gripped my hand tightly. "Men are beasts and Oro is not above this nature."

The door opened and Jora stood suddenly, blocking my view from the door. "How is she?" Oro asked once more, panting heavily, as if he had been running all through the city. 

Jora stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face. The sound echoed in the small room but did not seem to affect me as much as it would have before. The room was incredibly still and quiet and I could feel the pressure between them. 

Oro spoke first. "I deserved that and more."

"I am coming with you both to Barbos." Jora decided. I heard Oro drag in a breath of air and Jora spoke up, "I will watch Esyld as my charge." She stepped in closer to Oro now, "I followed you, because you promised to be different, and I will hold you to that promise."

Oro's breath shuddered, a mixture of sadness and anger fighting for dominance. "If that is what Esyld wants, you may take her under your care as her guard." He started to try and move around Jora but she stood firm, "Move, you will not keep me from her, as her champion or not. I have no intention to ever hurt her again." Oro's voice was vibrating with challenge. 

"It is okay." I mumbled. 

Jora stepped aside to grab a blanket and lay it across my body before letting Oro near me. She stayed nearby and only moved to whisper to Kaptan Jakob when he appeared. 

Remorse plagued Oro's face, but my anger prevented the emotion from touching me, and softening me to his pleas. "How I could have let this happen to you..."

"The world is a dangerous place." I parroted his words from days earlier. My voiced choked as I whispered, "What the old man did was awful, but it did not hurt as much as what you did." My voice sounded so broken and small, "I do not know what this is, Oro." I motioned my hand between us. "But, it will be my choice, to ever let you touch me again." 

Oro nodded. "I would expect no less." He leaned in closely, "I hold no regrets for what I did to the 'old man', nor do I think less of you for how you reacted. Jakob and I have seen to his send off, you will be safe with Jora till we leave in the morning. I will be above deck." Oro carefully leaned forward and placed a feathered kiss on my forehead when I did not turn away. 

"You will stay with her?" Oro asked Jora, and she gave a tight lipped nod. Oro and Jakob left the room, shutting the door softly. 

I looked around and noticed that we were in a completely different room. This one did not reek of blood nor was it stained with it. It was also noticeably larger, and the bed I was laying on was bolted into the wood floors. "I am so tired." I slurred with a yawn. 

"You look much better now; you should get a few winks in while you can. Tomorrow will be unpleasant." Jora sat down behind me, "May I?" she asked stroking my hair. I nodded my reply. "It has been some time since I have braided hair, my sisters are much older now, and it is not practical for a maiden warrior to have long tresses. I miss it." She worked her fingers carefully through my hair and smooth it back against my scalp, working her fingers to slowly twist and pull my hair into an elaborate plait. 

"Shipmaster Graff, has given his quarters for the Majohr Oro's favor. He might not have, if he knew we killed the Governor of Lamoria aboard his vessel, but that is behind us now. The door locks, and I will be watching over you." Jora said rubbing my back between my shoulder blades, "Get some rest." 

With that Jora rose and squared a book in front of the lantern so that it did not shine light directly on me, allowing me to finally close my eyes, and rock with the boat into a sleep that settled heavily over me. 

Over the next couple weeks at sea, the wound by my hairline that had been sewn shut with fishing line was healing nicely, and for the most part my other injuries were also healed. I grew tired of the constant supply of fish, and longed for some fresh fruit, which we sadly ran out of within our first week. I had overheard that we would stay at Port Villesra for the night, resupply and leave in the morning. 

Even with my attempts to avoid Oro, he managed to bypass Jora and corner me against the deck rail; in addition to once again seeking my forgiveness he also asked I join him on the mainland for dinner.

Despite Jora's protest and my uncertainty, I accepted Oro's request to meet him for supper. On a ship of this size, it became obvious that I would be unable to avoid him, and meals shared with the crewmates were both rowdy and intimidating. My own emotions had calmed and I was finally ready to break bread with the man who hurt me deeply and still managed to leave me wanting more from him.

Jora worked a hand through her short black hair and scratched the back of her neck. The snicking sound of her nails raking over her skin drew my eyes to her form, anxiety wafting off of her like a weeping onion. Her berry tinted lips were plump and chapped from the cruel sea wind, and as she darted a tongue out to wet them, I wondered if I might taste the tension she felt on those lips. 

"I am at odds with myself Zee." I smiled at the nickname she formed for me, it made me feel like a new person, a stronger version of myself. 

She had started calling me Zee, during some of our training sessions. She was teaching me ways to defend myself, as her father taught her before she became a warrior. The sentiment was endearing and came at a time when I most needed a transformation. 

Jora took a deep breath, "When I met you, I saw your fire, and I had hope that he would not crush you under the weight of his power." 

"I thought you did not like me." I smiled softly, fidgeting with my braid. 

"I have never been told I had a cool temper. Ofttimes I react poorly when I am riled, as you have seen." Jora apologetically stated. "Zee, your fire is strong once more, but I would have you wait before you invite the wind to test you." Jora sat down on a bolted chair, tapping her fingers along the table. 

"In all of this I am lucky that our paths crossed again." I hoisted myself up onto the table next to where she tapped her fingers. "I am glad to have found a sister." 

"If you are sure of your decision, then I would like to go with you." Jora asserted, resuming the tapping of her fingers.

I placed my hand on them to still her, "No, Jora. This is something that must be settled between us."

Jora sighed heavily, "Zee," she placed her hand atop our mounded fingers, "I--." Her voice cracked and she cleared her throat. 

Why was my heart thumping so loudly and when had my stomach learned to flutter so fiercely? My chest heaved under the replacement linen tunic. 

"Do you love him, Zee?" Her onyx eyes reflected the light beautifully and distracted me for a moment. 

I knew with certainty the answer to her question, "No, I do not, but I do lust for him. I have worked against that urge, but a gate was opened inside of me..."

I could see Jora's relief in the minor dip of her shoulders. She nodded her head, "I am familiar. It has less to do with him, and more to do with your own desires and needs." She licked those sweet lips again, and I unknowingly mirrored the action.

"How did you manage it?" I asked, eyes never leaving her bronzed face. 

She smiled coyly, "I have never known the patience to resist my desires, and it is not in the nature of our people." What was the harm in admitting your wants, in acting on them, as long as it hurt no one? She stood up abruptly and moved in front of me, her tongue darted over those beautiful lips once more, "Zee..."

I gripped her face in my hands and leaned forward, lengthening my torso to reach my lips up to hers. Despite their cracked surface they were every bit as soft as I had imagined, her mouth moved into the kiss, a felt the tremor of her desire. 

I was striking out into unknown territory, but for the first time I felt I could handle the challenge ahead. We both breathed heavily into each other's mouths, our chests heaving against each other as she pressed closer against me, angling me backwards with her height. 

I released her face from my hands and worked them over her shoulders and arms, dragging them down to her athletic waist. I felt an aching need, but I was unsure how to fill it in the form of a woman's touch. I felt my innocence stain my cheeks as I sheepishly whispered, "I am not sure how to please you." 

Her breath caught in her throat and she whispered, "Are you sure you are ready Zee?"

Doubt vanished as I nodded my head, rubbing my thumb under her leathers over her belly button. She shuddered under my touch, and I understood the delicate signals we submitted to one another, so very different than my time with Oro. 

"Come." She said backing up and drawing me to the bed. "I will show you the true pleasure of a woman." I sat down on the bed and watched as she stripped herself of her leather armor and stood gloriously naked before me. Her nipples were dark brown points atop her smaller chest, and her toned stomach allowed my eyes to drift seamlessly down to the trimmed thatch of her mound. 

She smiled as I appraised her and moved to once more stand between my legs as I sat on the bed. "You are far too dressed, Zee." She tugged the tunic over my head slowly, allowing it to catch against my breasts and giggle them about. My hands unbound the ties at the sides of my leathers, and with her aid, we shimmied them down my legs until I too was completely bare. 

She kneeled down at the edge of the bed between my legs, "Lay back" she instructed softly. I heard something slide across the floor as I lay back, and I felt a small wooden object touch my foot. "Rest your foot on this." I raised my leg to prop it on a small wooden stool, exposing my delicate bits to her. I felt her kneel between my legs now, my inner thigh rubbing against her shoulder. 

She stroked my legs softly, and brought her lips to kiss the inside of my ankle that was propped on the stool. Gooseflesh broke out over my skin and I giggled happily. I closed my eyes relishing in the sensation of what I could not see, and allowed her to work her fingers and mouth all over my legs and thighs, until my lubricant dripped from me marking the sheets beneath. 

She kissed the crook of my thigh where it met mound and I gasped softly. "Is this alright?" She breathed heavily. 

"Yes, Jora." I said equally panting with desire. I ran my hands over my breasts, massaging them gently and thrumming my pink nipples with my thumbs. 

Jora's mouth kissed once more at the crook and I felt the dart of her tongue against my sensitive flesh, followed by its prolonged absence. All the while she maintained her kisses and quick licks around my outer lips. My hips twitched as her actions became more brazen, her mouth now sucking on my soft folds and rolling them against her tongue. 

I moaned my arousal as she kissed me so intimately. I felt her slender fingers against me now, massaging the lips she had just lashed with her tongue and then moved her lips to my throbbing clit. My hips jerked as she gently sucked my sensitive bud and I felt her fingers moisten with my lubricant as she smeared it across my aching pussy. 

She stopped sucking my clit long enough to run her tongue across my puckered flesh, into my hot depths and sweep back up to suck at my clit once more. At first her tongue against my puckered hole brought unwanted memories, she could feel my body freeze with each pass, but she had more patience than she admitted and eventually the pain was replaced with extraordinary pleasure. 

"O-oh!" I cried as my pussy tingled and clutched around the vacant spot within. 

She laughed softly and I looked down my body to her glistening face, she was massaging her jaw and a drunken smile played across her lips. 

"C'mere." I slurred, motioning her up the length of my body. 

"Scoot back all the way." Jora urged. She climbed onto the bed next to me, her own slit glistening with moisture. She lay beside me facing my feet, and had me turn onto my side. "Like this." She whispered, and demonstrated as she bent her knee to expose her sex to me. She tapped on my corresponding knee and I too moved it into position. 

She rested her head against my inner thigh, coming face to face with my flushed sex. I could smell the perfume of her arousal filling my nostrils and as I lay my head against her inner thigh, I wasted no time in licking at the wet core of her body. She moaned softly, pushing her hips forward to grind against my face. 




Barbarian Bound Ch. 05



I wrapped one arm around her to pry at her cheeks and spread her lips further to allow for my wandering tongue. The taste of her was different than anything that I had encountered; I did not mind the musk as it warmed my senses and urged me to fervently caress her with my tongue. 

I tried to follow some of the same motions as she had, but I simply did not have the endurance to maintain the constant lapping motion and intense suction. I was breathing raggedly against her sex, as if she was trying to drown me in her juices, and I felt once more my own peak drawing near. 

She delved her tongue into my aching pussy and with moisture slickened fingers, probed gently at my puckered hole, "Relax" she moaned, and as soon as I stopped clenching she slid the digit ever so slowly inside. She licked from my clit back into my quivering tunnel, over and over until I gasped against her sex in an intense full body orgasm. 

She thrust her sex against my face as I cried out my pleasure, the heat of my cries flushing her dark lips and on the slow burn of my wick I sucked her lips into my fevered mouth and rubbed her sopping clit with my dainty fingers. Now it was her turn to moan and I felt her slip a couple fingers inside my sex, until they were sufficiently coated. I could smell the scent of my arousal as she brought her juice coated fingers between her own cheeks. I felt the stillness as she also tried to relax and then as she properly settled her fingers, her hips bucked forward against my waiting mouth. 

"I am going to cum!" She moaned raggedly. I knew the bliss she was on the verge of experiencing, and I was determined to make it as memorable as she had made my own. I delved my tongue inside of her sex, as she had done several times to me, and I continued to work my fingers against her swollen clit. I felt the first tremors as her walls seized my tongue in a smooth rhythm and she moaned with such intensity.

I felt liquid pour out against my tongue and sprayed gently against my lips, dribbling down my chin. I removed my tongue and took a moment to admire her collapsing walls and catch my breath. Her scent was mixed with every breath of air I drew, and I lay back intoxicated and content. 

After several long moments of hushed breathing she finally sat up and stretched with a sweet groan. "Thank you." She stood and began to redress as I continued to lay there and watch. "It was very brave of you." 

"I am not sure I would call it bravery." I laughed, still recovering my wits. 

"Sure it was. You have been through a lot, Zee, but more than that, I am your first woman." Jora tucked her pert breasts back into her leather vest. "It takes a lot of guts."

I blushed at her praise. "You were gentler than I thought you might be. Have you always been with women?"

"Not always, no, but they have been what I always desired." Jora helped me off the bed and wondered. "Was it obvious to you?"

"No, I-I just wanted to know what your lips tasted like." I chuckled softly, "It was actually quite reckless now that I think on it." 

Now Jora chuckled with me, "True. Not every woman is born as us, men may find no fault in it, but it will mark you..." 

I slipped the tunic back over my head and wiped at my face with the back of my hand. I could still smell her in my nose and it made my body wild with desire. I carefully shimmied back into my leathers which seemed a bit tighter as it clung to my sweat glistened skin. 

There was a firm knock on the door, and I could hear Oro's voice from the other side, "We are almost docked, Esyld. Are you ready?"

"Just a minute!" I called to the door. I looked back at Jora and seeing the worry slipping over her lovely features I kissed her passionately. "What are you feeling?"

"I am scared." She fidgeted with her leather bracers.

"He will not hurt me again, I know it, and I can see it in him." I said trying to reassure her. 

"I know, but that is not what scares me." Jora muttered. 

"Esyld?" Oro called again from the other side of the door. 

"We should get going; I will be portside getting some supplies as well. I will meet you back here." Jora said and started making her way to the door. 

I made sure I looked tidy and followed behind her. Oro was leaning against the wall and righted himself as I emerged. His smile was warm and I could see the excitement in his eyes. Jora and Oro did not even exchange glances as she passed and walked towards the deck and for the split moment I saw Oro's eyes dart behind me and peer into the room. 

I shut the door quickly and nodded curtly and attempted a softer smile. Why would it matter if he caught sight of our sheets? It was nonsense for me to react that way. "Where are we going?" I asked. 

Oro's smile had faded around the edges and I could see him taking long, calming breaths. His eyes assessed me, and I could feel the acute stare over every minute detail. He cleared his throat suddenly, "Rose Shanty."

"Okay, shall we go?" I said squeezing by his broad frame, I felt him touch the small of my back, and I briefly stiffened before calming myself.

He followed closely behind me and guided me to the boats ramp. "Thank you for joining me." Oro took the lead now, "It is a short distance away." Oro extended his hand out to me, and I rested mine within. I small smile spread across his face, brightening the gloomy thoughts I knew he kept. 

The streets of Port Villesra were filled with exuberant merchants and clients of every shape and color looking for a steal. There were dancing women, with finger bells, swaying their hips to the seductive music of the crowd around them. It was beautiful and I was quite drawn to the fluid motion of their hips and bellies and the delicate energy of their arms. Oro hardly seem to notice, as he watched my obvious admiration, "Beautiful." He paused a moment before walking us past the three women, "You look happy, Esyld."

"This is new, and exciting! I have never seen such a multitude of people, it is amazing." My eyes wide with awe, as we walked under a giant arch of stone with vines hanging down and around it. Just past the stone arch was a large pub with a vivid rose painted on a wooden hanging sign. Several red cheeked patrons kissed and chatted outside of the thick wooden door. "Is this it?"

"Mhmm." He smiled. "My favorite place in Port Villesra." Oro opened the door for me and ushered me inside. I was swallowed immediately by the warm atmosphere of quiet chatter and round tables circling around a large fire pit. 

My jaw dropped in admiration; it was so completely different from the bustle outside, and the strange smells of street meat, incense and vagabonds. 

Oro motioned to a serving wench who gave him a very wide grin. "Back again, aye?" Her voice was raspy despite her youthful appearance. "Yer usual place, sir?" 

"No, we will need privacy." Oro replied. 

The young woman seemed to think a moment, and said, "Gorgie can take ye, back o' the room, half wall purty private, sir." 

"That will do thank you, Nessa." He said with a smile and a nod of the head. Her face brightened as he remembered her name. 

"Right thisaway, sir." She beamed, swinging her hips sensually as she guided us towards the back of the large room, and behind a rather tall 'half wall'. It was rather dimly lit, but for a few large candles in the middle of the table.

We sat down across the table from each other, my back against the half wall and Oro posed to view the entrance to the small space. "Two glasses of your rum and some bread for the table." 

"Two rose rums and a bit o' bread." Nessa winked and left the small area leaving us alone at the secluded table. We sat quietly, occasionally glancing at the other, until Nessa returned hands full of bounty. "'Ere ye go love. Got catch o' the day n' pigeon pie, love. Whadayahave?"

"Pie please, we have had our fill of fish." Oro laughed and Nessa giggled and went on her way. Once we had our privacy back, Oro reached out a hand across the table, palm up and waited.

I looked at his palm, and an urge twitched through me to lay my hand in his, instead I folded my arms under breast and took his gaze head on. I took a deep breath to calm the fluttering in my chest. 

"What can I do?" He whispered, closing his palm and retracting his arm.

"I do not know, Oro. I do not know where things go from here." I replied. "You cannot just t-take, or restrain me whenever you feel like it." My voice trembled and I tried to remain strong, "You told me I was more to you than a slave, and then in the next moment, I am treated like one--." 

"I am truly sorry--."

"No!" I hissed. "I am not finished!" My hands were now gripping the table and my chest was heaving madly. "You are sorry for the consequences of your action, but you feel nothing for the action itself. Can you tell me truly, that you would not force yourself on me as you have before?"

He paused for a long breath before answering, "You words show the truth, Esyld. I promise you now; I will never force myself upon you again. My word cannot repair the damage done, but if you are willing it can stop the spread of it." 

I could not hold back my incredulous laugh, "Your word, the word of a barbarian." 

Oro's eyes narrowed into slits, "You seem to enjoy the words of barbarians just fine..."

"Wha--?"

"Jora, she is a barbarian." Oro said trying to control his emotions. 

My mind raced and I too tried to control my emotions from displaying openly. "You are right, she is. I trust her--."

"I could smell you on her." He whispered. "There was a time you trusted me that way."

My heart sped in my chest, "There was a time that I did, when you said you would protect me...Before you raped me, left me defenseless..." My words choked off as tears welled up. 

Oro stood and walked to the side of my chair, I held up my hands, trying to shield my crying eyes from his. I felt his strong arms and body wrap around mine, pulling me up from the chair despite my feeble struggle. He pulled my head against his chest, and cradled me into his lap, taking my seat on the chair. "Never again, I promise you." His own voice was trembling with emotion. 

I cried softly against his chest, developing a fit of hiccups. "I cannot change the man that you are, but I deserve more than what you offer me."

"What can I do?" His chest rumbled against me, holding me in the warmth of his embrace.

"Treat me as your equal, Oro." I whispered tears finally abating. 

"What else?" Oro asked.

"I do not know, but should I need or want something from you, I will let you know." I wiped my face self consciously as I was aware of Jora's musk my tears had reinvigorated. 

I could see Oro repel back from my face as he too caught the scent. "I must ask of you one thing."

My stomach coiled in dreaded anticipation, "Yes?" 

"I will not share you." His voice was thick as he continued, "I am yours alone, and as my equal, you will be mine, alone."

My breath shuddered at the thought of his lascivious attentions. I felt a sudden throb of regret that I had brought Jora into this chaos, that she could somehow be hurt in this delicate play. "Nothing happens to her, Oro." 

"As long as nothing happens with her." Oro's voice was clear and commanding.

"If you break your word, I am free of you. Do you understand?" I tried to stand strong under his hard stare. 

"I do." Oro replied, trying to soften his appearance with a slight smile. "I would like to stay with you tonight."

"On the boat?" I asked breathily. The fact that I had not said no, was a clear enough signal that I had missed him as well, even as I hated what he had done. 

"No. I cannot be where you have lain with another, female or not." Oro rumbled. "Here." He pointed at the ceiling and then said, "Wait," before leaving around the half wall.

Why did I feel guilty that Oro knew of my intimacy with Jora? I hadn't felt guilty at the time when I was with her, why was there a sudden change of heart? I banished it away as Oro rounded the corner and grabbed my hand. "Come with me." He said, the weight of his words contained so much meaning. 

"Okay." I whispered. I had a pretty clear idea of what was going to happen next, and it excited me, and still managed to make me anxious. 

He drew me along leisurely across the large den and ushered us up the wide stairs to the floor above. We went down a narrow hallway, lined with doors and he opened the one at the very end. The room was modestly furnished with a small fireplace and a bed that would narrowly fit the both of us. There was a wash basin near the fireplace, and a window behind the bed that reminded me that the sun was still hours from setting. 

He shut the door behind us, and asked, "Could you please wash up? Nessa and Gorgie will bring up dinner in a moment."

I nodded, and walked towards the wash basin. I splashed the water against my face and hands, taking great care to rub the coarse cloth against my skin until I could no longer smell the spiced musk of Jora stuck in my nose. "Better?"

Oro breathed deeply, "Much, thank you." He crossed the small space until he trapped my body between his and the wash basin. He eyed me cautiously as he drew his mouth down to mine, I did not reciprocate the kiss, at first. Soon however the weeks of tension spiraled into something sexual that demanded release. 

My body quivered against his, and he gave out a deep moan. "I have missed you." He whispered.

Gods. I cried internally as the heat swelled within me. It was happening again, I was falling into the warmth of his passion. This time, though I knew I could refrain myself, I did not want to, and that one bit of truth made all the difference.

My tummy growled expectantly, which brought a small chuckle from his lips. As if on cue there was a gentle tap at the door followed by Nessa and Gorgie's smiling faces. 

"Such sweet lovebirds." Gorgie cooed as she set a pigeon pie down onto a small hobbled table. She planted her hands on her rounded hips and flashed a crooked smile at Oro. "'Bout time, ye found a lass, was beginnin' ta think ye weren' 'quiped for settlin' down." 

My face flushed as Oro smiled in response. "Finding the right 'lass' has taken me awhile." Oro's hands rested on my hips, and I buried my face against his chest to hide my embarrassment.

"Dun' be fooled by his exterior lass, the man is soft at heart. Hold fast to him." She chortled softly, "An' boy, ye better care well for a fine girl like that, or many other'll see fit to try. Like I always says to papa--."

"Gorgie..." Nessa murmured, "Prolly want space n' all."

"An' we been joined thirty some years!" She boasted. "Leave it to me to interrupt ye--." As Gorgie was about to divert onto another tangent thankfully Nessa grabbed her by the arm, after freeing here hands of the booze and bread and guided Gorgie out the door.

I poked Oro in the stomach, "Hmm. I think your soft interior is taking over." Of course his flesh was still taught over his toned muscles, but it felt good to lighten the mood with a petty joke. 

"Is that so?" He threw his head back in genuine laughter. His eyes returned to mine, and he stroked his hands against my own midsection before drawing them up to my neck and pulling me in for a full, deep kiss. He exhaled heavily against my lips, "This is so nice, I have missed this...I have missed you." He whispered once more. 

I felt his excitement trapped against me, and my heart fluttered. "You promised me dinner, and I am famished." I squirmed from between him and the basin and went to sit at the table, taking a sip of the rum. It was surprisingly sweet, and spiced with cinnamon. "Mmm." I cooed into my cup. 

He sat down beside me and took a nice long drink from his own jug, and split off a piece of bread and handed me half. The pie was a seasoned brown, and smelled delicious. Oro wasted little time in quartering off a piece and placing it onto a wooden plate and handed me a spoon. Soon he did the same for himself, although his piece was quite a bit larger. 

I tried to suppress my laughter which caught a raised eyebrow from him. "It is just that, you eat so much, and yet you look the way you do."

"Grown men need lots of food Esyld." Oro said with a warrior's satisfaction. He stuffed a heaping spoonful of pie into his mouth and his general disposition showed his blissful consumption. 

I took another sip of the rum, and began to whittle away at my own pie, savoring each mouthful slowly. The meat, vegetables and pigeon gravy created a perfect meal to sate my hunger and calm my nerves. It allowed me to let go of the last few weeks, and nestle into the comfort of a great meal, and leave my cares to the wind. 

Once I felt sufficiently full, I sat back with my hand over my belly. It protruded just slightly from gorging myself on pigeon pie. I decided against finishing the rum, opting for a sound mind and said, "You can have my drink."

"I thought you liked it." Oro said finishing the last of his portions and drinking to the bottom of his jug.

"I do, but I would just like some fresh water." I smiled at him, seeing his own contentment. 

He stretched lazily, and said "As you wish." He left the room and I repositioned on the bed, crossing my ankles and stared at the wood ceiling. I wiggled my feet back and forth and hummed a childhood song softly. Soon enough Oro returned with a large pitcher of water and poured a small glass and brought it to me. 

I sat up to drink so that I did not spill it down my chest and set the empty glass on a bedside table. "Thank you." I scooted over, offering space for Oro, and patted the bed, "There is no need to stand there, come lay down."

His smile seemed hesitant as he lay down next to me on the bed, and we both stared at the ceiling. "The food was good?" He asked.

"Very." I said rubbing my full belly. 

His hand moved to rest on mine as he turned to face me, propping his head on his hand. I opened my mouth to speak but the words were lost to me. "What is it?" He encouraged.

"After the Governor--." 

I felt Oro tense beside me, holding my hand desperately. Now it was my turn to shift and face him, till we were looking into one another's eyes. "It is okay, Oro. I just need to know, I do not remember much after you arrived. I need to know."

Oro nodded solemnly. "Go on." 

"After the Governor had fallen, I felt sick, I remember you taking me up to the deck, and I think Jakob was there." I said trying to recall the night's events with detachment. 

"Yes." He paused a moment, "I had him get Jora, to help care for you. He is loyal to me; I knew I could trust him."

I nodded, recalling a bit of faded memory. I pushed the thoughts of resentment away and instead focused on something true and powerful. "Thank you for saving me Oro." 

Oro's lips trembled and eyes clutched tight as dampness invaded them. "It all felt wrong. I knew s-something was wrong. But I could not face what I had done to you." His voice broke as the first tears breached his long black lashes. "I-I sent Jakob, t-to check you. He came back, so fast, it scared me, I thought you had gotten free and left me."

I rubbed a hand against his shoulder and wiped at the tears dampening his cheeks. 

Oro's eyes flicked open, water pooling, threatening to overflow, "He had seen the Governor boarding the boat...and I knew, I just knew I had made a horrible mistake. W-we tried, to get there as fast..."His voice broke again, a shudder passing through him, "I-I heard you, c-cry my name. The moment he walked on that vessel, he was a dead man. I will never be sorry for helping to kill him, or any consequence dropped at my feet because of it."

I nodded, remembering my own part in his death. I blinked the thoughts away and tried to spread my strength to the strong warrior trembling in front of me. "Nor will I."




Barbarian Bound Ch. 05



"I would shield you from all of this." He muttered.

"I am the one who killed him, and when they ask, I will say as much." I said determinedly. 

"No one will ever ask. We have seen to it." Oro whispered, closing his eyes once more. 

I rubbed his arm before trying to joke, "I think they will notice their missing official."

"He is not missing." Oro rumbled as softly as he could. "He was found, as he should have been. A bird was sent from Ridol, another loyal member of my guard. Aryn was found in a pleasure burrow, a crude sword in his belly and a shiv at his neck. Sarin has assumed position as Honorary Governor, until a title can be made official, or he is replaced."

"Are we suspected?" I asked softly, fidgeting my feet against eachother.

"No," was all Oro offered.

"So Sarin, hmm?" I asked.

"Trade a brute for a weasel, either way it is a loss. I am unsure if Lamoria would have suffered more at Aryn's hands or his. We will see in the months or years to come I suppose." Oro said gazing just past my face.

"It is over, Barbos lies ahead of us, now." I sighed with a bit of relief and turned over onto my backside. 

I felt him exhale slowly as well, and he grabbed my arm, wrapping it around him, as he nestled his head against my breast, and curled an arm around my belly. We settled into the comfort of our connection, our breathing in sync, our hearts thumping in tandem, and trusted ourselves to drift into the protection of the other, and into a gentle rest.

I woke abruptly, feeling like I was going to be sick; I stumbled out of bed hastily clutching a chamber pot and heaved the contents of my stomach into it. Oro was immediately at my side, and was rubbing my back, pulling my braid out of the way so it didn't swing out in front of me. I groaned as my belly fluttered, and I thought I might be sick again. 

"Are you okay?" He asked, rubbing my back. 

"Yes, I have had some bouts of sickness; I think it was just the constant motion of the sea." I panted, trying desperately to hold my meal. 

He dipped a wash cloth in the water basin and placed it on the back of my neck, and grabbed me a glass of water. "Better?" 

"Yes." I said shaking away the nausea. "Thank you." I took a swish of the water, spitting it out in the jordan before drinking the rest of the water. 

I carefully stood, and Oro helped me back into bed, taking the cool rag and laying it against my forehead. Now he drew me into his arms, my head resting on his moving chest, his fingers rubbing through my hair against my scalp. I wondered when the exhaustion would leave me, I felt it daily, and with a long yawn I settled comfortably against him. 

I resumed singing and humming, 'Fear Not this Night', a song my mother had taught me and trailed a finger under Oro's shirt to rub circles around his belly button and surrounding musculature. 

"Your voice is beautiful." Oro praised. 

"A gift from my mother," I softly offered, "will you teach me a song of your people?"

"Hmm." He pondered. "Perhaps another time. Do you feel better?"

"Much." I said, continuing the trail of my fingers. I looked up at his face, and saw the lust in his eyes, and in the parting of his lips. "Oh." I whispered and I felt the swell of his cock against my leg that draped against him. 

"I can wait--," Oro swallowed, "if you are not yet ready." He could not keep my gaze, and looked away, breathing heavily. 

"I do not want to wait." I whispered, my own heart thumping wildly. "We have waited long enough."

His eyes were now locked on mine, his arms wrapped against mine, "Gods I have missed your touch." 

"As I have missed yours." I whispered back, as if speaking normally would somehow shatter the world around us.

He pulled me up the length of his body, so that I lay flat over him, and he wrapped his strong arms around me. "I want you, Esyld."

I shuddered with anticipation, "You may have me." He kissed me softly, sucking at my bottom lip, grazing his teeth against it. A shiver ran through me in a direct line to my sensitive nipples, and they were now strained firmly against him. 

He sat up, and swung his legs off of the bed while I still straddled him; I felt him palm my bottom and wiggled seductively against him. There was no mistaking what I wanted from him. I leaned back, balancing my core so that I did not fall off of him onto the floor, and drew my tunic over my head, my full breasts exposed to his view. 

I felt the shift of his cock between my legs, trapped as my nipples had been just moments before. I brought a hand between my legs, and stroked his length through his leathers; the growth of his arousal was both exciting and erotic. He brought an eager mouth to my nipples, moving between them with desperate caresses of his tongue and teeth. "Mmn." I sucked in a breath; I could feel my dampened sex, through my own clothes, as I stroked him.

He stood up abruptly, catching me against him so that I didn't fall and turned about, dropping me onto the bed. I was already working the leather ties at my hips and was trying to peel the leathers down before Oro's hands gripped the pants firmly and tugged them off of me, nearly pulling me off of the bed. I giggled at his impatience and my own nervousness. 

I ran my hands across my body, taking care to roll over my sensitive nipples, down my belly to the crest of my mound, where I gently rubbed, and lit Oro's lustful coals. In the haze of my arousal a single blink had been long enough for him to strip to his natural born state. He ran a hand up my left calf and rested it at the soft flesh under my knee. His other hand worked its way up my inner calf and thigh until his forefinger was pressed dangerously close to my weeping slit. His hands tightened deliciously, and he pulled my leg slowly and gently until my bottom rested at the edge of the bed. My breasts heaved with every full breath, and I trembled with excitement. 

He drew my leg upwards, towards his chest, kissing my inner ankle, as if he tried to dispel Jora's previous attentions. He moved his hands once more, one massaging my outer thigh, while the other probed a thumb against the flesh just beyond the frills of my lips. I whimpered at the overwhelming sensation and even jerked my hips in an effort to get him to touch my core with that torturous thumb. "Gods." I cried. 

He sank slowly to his knees, his face level with my netherlips, and propped my legs over his shoulders. I felt him stroke my slickness to coat my sex without penetrating me. Occasionally he would suck at my clit softly, before moving on to kiss, bite and suck at my swollen lips. The foreplay was slowly satisfying my hunger, but it was not what I wanted, "Enough!" I panted, "I need you."

I felt him growl his excitement against my sex, and it was almost enough to make me cum, the vibrations sending a tingling buzz into the base of my skull. Once more he stood; now flush against me, grinding our throbbing sexes against one another. I hooked my heels around his hips as he bent over my body. 

I felt him reach between us, and groan as his thick crown was smeared with my juices. I propped myself up, as I had before so I could watch him slowly work himself into my tightness. As he settled in place, he slowly ground his hips against mine, I fell back against the bed, relishing in the fullness of him inside of me. 

His hands rubbed over my belly and rested on my hips to hold me solidly against him. I caressed my breasts and eventually pressed them together between my hands, pinching and fondling the nipples that had become quite sensitive with his foreplay. Watching my daring performance, his pace sped up, and soon I could feel his full sack slapping against my bottom, each thrust bringing his crown to the entrance of my womb. 

My body ran hot as if I was fevered, sweat glistened across both our bodies, and matted his black curls against his forehead. My legs began to ache from clutching around him and so I unhooked my feet and let them fall to the sides. He pulled his body back, and drew my legs up between us, so that they lay against his damp chest, my feet coming to rest by his neck. 

He kissed the inner sole of my foot, and braced his hands underneath my hips to raise me slightly. This new angle was much more taxing on him, but with each deep, delicious stroke, he sent my head spinning. I used my hands to help support my back and hips, allowing my breasts to jostle freely as he began to really work his length into me. I panted and moaned with each deliberate thrust and soon my cries became higher pitched as for the first time, without the aid of my delicate nub, sensations double throughout, ecstasy bursting outward to the farthest reaches of my being. 

I moaned raggedly, my head thrashing against the bed, as my body quivered against our hands and around his cock. "Yes." He growled and thrust one last time deep within, I could feel the pulse of his manhood, spreading his seed against our joined bodies. 

My wrists finally gave in and I let them fall to the sides of my hips, Oro moaned as my hips jerked against him from the motion. He slowly withdrew, and helped move me more securely on the bed. He lay down beside me, just as the sun was beginning to set, and pulled me tight against his body. 

Our feet dangled over the side of the bed, but we did not seem to care as we lay satiated and exhausted. "You are my everything." His face was nuzzled against my neck, and before long, exhaustion won out.

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Postscript: Next chapter resumes for the remaining boat trip and arrival at Barbos. If you enjoyed this installment, please leave a comment and rate it. Thank you for taking the time :D



Barbarian Bound Ch. 06



Author's Notes: This is an erotic fantasy written by Lyssabyss. Huge thanks to KJB for editing for me, and to EricaW for being a fantastic beta-reader! As the story evolves, I may change categories occasionally to be consistent with the current chapter. I still truly appreciate the feedback, good or bad, so please rate it, and let me know what you think! 

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Before the sun had rose, we worked our way through Port Villesra's silent streets then boarded our merchant ship. Crew members were already laboring, preparing to depart by the first shine of the sun. Oro drew an arm around my waist and pulled me tighter against him, our hips bumping softly. 

A slight movement ahead brought my attention to Jora, who looked exhausted as she sat on a barrel facing the boat ramp. I could now feel the possessiveness in Oro's gesture, and I shrugged out of his hold, walking towards Jora. 

"You were out all night." She whispered, shoulders slumped and head tipped forward to look at her knees. 

"You waited?" I asked softly. 

Before she could answer Oro was behind me, placing his hands upon my shoulders. "Let us get some food, you are probably quite hungry." 

I sighed heavily. "Oro, we need a moment." I tapped a hand softly on his, hoping he would go quietly and give me the time that I needed to talk with Jora. 

"Okay." Oro said, and pressed forward to kiss my neck before leaving once more to forage for food. 

Jora scoffed slightly before asking, "What happens to me, Zee?" 

I knelt down at her feet, and placed my hands on her knees, peering up into her sad onyx eyes. "Nothing will happen to you, I swear it." Oro had given me his word, as long as I kept mine. I would not jeopardize Jora's safety on a fanciful whim. 

Jora shook her head with a wry smirk, "That is not what I meant." She slipped her fingers into my hair, and bunched it up in her grasp, jerking me off my feet to face her. She kissed me deeply and whispered against my lips, "So, it is done then." She released my hair, and gently pushed me back as she stood, and said "Please tell Majohr Oro that I will be at rest, but I will resume guard at your doors when I wake." 

With that Jora went below deck and I held the barrel she sat upon as my knees weakened, drawing me closer to the deck. I took a long breath to steady myself. It was not possible for me to care for two people at once, this tryst would have no happy outcome. And so, it was best to leave my passionate moment alone with Jora in memory. 

Oro came up moments later and rubbed a hand against my back, "Are you okay?" He sat down a couple oranges, and when I did not reply he asked, "Are you still feeling ill?" 

"No." I whispered. "The world around me is changing so fast, I feel like I am falling." I stood carefully and sat on the barrel. "I have hurt her." 

"She is your champion, Esyld. If you treat her as more than that, you will hurt her." He said as calmly as he could. He held my chin, and pressed a thumb against my lips, drawing my eyes to look into his, "I do not like her lips upon you." 

"And if I did?" I asked curtly, bringing my hands to grip at the one that held my head in place. 

"I thought we made a bargain." The lines of his smile forming, "A woman's caress is wonderful, Esyld, but hers will always feel second to mine, because I have what you need...what you crave." He rubbed his thumb roughly over my lips before drawing his own down, slowly his tongue invaded and coaxed mine into relaxed submission. 

My heart was once again racing, as I accepted his dominance, and opened myself to the fever of our joined auras. I really did crave him, in a way that left my mind addled and made me not trust my ability to resist him. 

I drew back and whispered, "Jora said she would be off sleeping, when she wakes she will stand watch." 

Oro nodded and looked off towards the rising sun. "Jora is your Bekçi, your guardian; it is a great honor to address her as such, it is also an expected custom when we arrive in Barbos." 

"How do you say it again?" I asked while I tried to calm my nerves under all of the pressure. 

"Beck-che." Oro annunciated. "Bekçi is a revered title." 

"Bekçi." I said testing my pronunciation. "Better?" 

"Perfect." Oro smiled. "You should really eat now, we will be off soon." He cajoled, handing me an orange. We peeled our oranges, watching the rising sun cast wondrous colors over the water, and relished in the succulent exotic juice that livened our taste buds. 

The winds had picked up and carried us much further over the next week; it would not be long before we arrived at Barbos. Jora, though more distant, was still constantly at my side and resumed teaching me defensive techniques. I enjoyed our time together, even as it was typically supervised by Oro, something I did not entirely care for. 

My chest heaved with exertion as Jora's arms wrapped around me, bringing me into a choking hold. I struggled to move as she had instructed previously, but could not find my proper footing or hand placement. 

She released me with a heavy sigh, "You need to be thrusting your hips back. You cannot let them pull off your center of balance." She rubbed her hands through her unkempt hair and shook her head with frustration. "You will not be given the time to fumble, fight dirty if you must." 

I huffed and rolled my eyes, "You are too strong." 

"Strength has nothing to do with it, Z-Esyld." Jora admonished. "Majohr, if you would assist?" 

Oro stepped forward from leaning against the mast. "Of course." 

"Pay close attention." Jora said, wagging an eyebrow for my benefit. She stood with her back to Oro, so that he could grip her, as she had done to me. Oro wasted little time before wrapping his thick forearm around her neck, and locking it behind her head. 

The hold was tight, I could tell by the way her face deepened in shade and struggled for breath. She made an exaggerated step back, thrusting her hips against his groin, and jamming her palm upwards against his elbow. The lock was temporarily broken and Jora took advantage of the moment, gripping his forearm and parrying underneath his grasping hands, sidestepping and bending his arm backward painfully. 

I saw Oro's grimace, and Jora did not hold him longer than necessary to prove her point. "See?" 

"You are nearly as tall as he is. I am weaker and smaller." I complained. 

She gave me a stern glance for my petulance. "True, it may be harder for you to leverage his arm as I had. You can toss him over your shoulder though. Majohr." She gestured him to step forward. 

She grabbed my wrists and put me in position in front of Oro, I felt his hesitation in grabbing me, his grip much looser than Jora's. 

"You will do your Eş no favors if you do not properly train her." Jora reprimanded. She had taken to calling me his "Eş" in his presence, an acknowledgement that I was his mate, and that she was aware of my place. 

I could feel his own angered exhale rustle my unruly hair, his arms tightened around me, and I felt a brief moment of panic. 

"Hips back!" Jora growled. 

I mimicked her earlier exaggerated backward thrust, and jammed my palm upwards on his elbow. "Pivot right and grip that arm!" Jora directed. 

I stepped forward, my hips still pressed snuggly against his groin, and rotated my hip, while clutching his arm, and I felt a flare of success as Oro became unbalanced. Time to tip the scale, I thought and heaved him forward, flopping his heavy mass onto the deck in front of me. I had let go of his arm, as he crashed forward and Jora clapped slowly. "Next time, keep that arm, and stand over him, it is quite painful, and will prevent him from getting back up too soon." 

Oro got up slowly, "Well done, Esyld. You will need to continue practice, because you are still a bit too slow, but you did very well." 

I smiled triumphantly, "Soon enough I will be able to take both of you at the same time." ( ;) ) 

Jora laughed heartily. "One step at a time." 

"Let us break for dinner, we can train more tomorrow." Oro said, rubbing my sore shoulders, and patting me on the bottom. 

"Aye, Majohr." Jora replied, wiping a bit of sweat from her brow. "Still got that fire." Jora said to me with a wink, and laughed as she made her way under the deck. 

"Did I hurt you?" Oro asked when we were alone. 

"No, it was okay. I was a little scared at first, so it was nice that she was right there, telling me what to do." I said smiling. 

"I do not like that she had me do that..." Oro grumbled. 

"You seemed fine doing it to her." I quipped. 

"It is different." Oro said firmly, crossing his arms across his chest. 

"Well if you are going to be here, watching me train, you should have some part in it. Otherwise, why are you here?" I challenged, folding my own arms across my chest. 

Oro laughed, "I love watching you spar." He stepped closer to me, wrapping me up in his arms, "It excites me." He growled hotly into my ear. 

I realized I felt the same way when I was sparring with Jora, I felt her energy and power, and it was truly arousing. I think it is why I had such a hard time being in such close contact with her, I truly did not want to hurt her, but nor could I think clearly at the same time. 

As he leaned in for a kiss, my belly growled loudly, and I pinched at a nipple beneath his shirt. "We eat first." I drew back from his hold and made my way below deck, towards the pungent smell of fish stew. I groaned inwardly and decided once I was in Barbos I would never look at a fish again. 

There were so many bodies piled below, slurping up their soup and dipping stale bread into it. Jora was sitting next to a jeering crew mate that seemed enamored with her, and I felt my face flush with jealousy as he lay a hand on her thigh. She leaned in to his whisper, and laughed softly, eyes darting up to meet mine and Oro's, before returning her attention to her food. 

Oro spied my disgusted face, "I will grab the food, we will eat above deck." He slapped my bottom, making me yip as I left the room. 

Allowing the cool breeze to flow over my flushed face, I peered out over the boats railing, looking down at the crashing waves, feeling unaffected by the rocking boat. Oro was right, it may have taken some time, but I had gotten my sea legs. He returned with some bread and fish stew as we ate silently, staring out over the water. 

When all that remained was a bit of juice, I tipped my bowl of stew out over the boat, releasing its contents while tapping a lively melody with my fingers against the wood. 

I felt Oro's fingers trace my raised brand lightly, most days I completely forgot it was even there. "You are so beautiful." 

My fingers stopped tapping the bowl, and I took a deep breath. "I am scared, Oro." I whispered. 

Oro tossed his bowl into the ocean, "What are you doing?" I exclaimed. He moved behind me, wrapping his arms around me, holding me against his warm chest. 

"I choose holding you, over holding that bowl; some things are more important, Eş. What scares you?" Oro asked softly, gently rocking us side to side. 

"You...life in Barbos..." I started. 

"You will be well attended in Barbos, my rank and clan holds some sway, and you will be treated as one of our own." Oro kissed my check, "And of me, what scares you?" 

I meditated on that question with a breath. "The nature of it is confusing." 

"Do you worry that I will hurt you again?" Oro asked warily. 

"Not on purpose, no." 

Oro grabbed my own bowl from my hands and threw it into the ocean, the wood becoming a small round boat amidst the blue water. Before I could protest, he turned me to face him. "Hold me." 

I wrapped my arms around his torso, and I felt the tension release from me, replacing the confusion with suffocating desire. 

"What do you feel?" Oro asked stroking my back, swishing my long braid out of the way. 

"Your hand on my back." I voiced, linking my fingers through one another as they settled against the hard muscle of his back. 

He drew a hand up and lay it down upon my chest, "Here?"He questioned. 

I blushed as I looked into his eyes. His touch was warm, and I could feel the pulse of his heart through his hand. I sucked in a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "Jora asked me if I loved you-," I lifted a finger to Oro's lips to halt him before he could speak, "I told her no, however I cannot deny that despite your brutish behavior, my body responds to you." I moved my halting fingers to touch his hand atop my breast, "I fear you, because you cloud my judgment, I want to defy you at every turn to prove to you that I am my own. I am repulsed by my deceptive arousal. And, on that same token, I choose to continue to rake myself over your coals of desire." 

"You have given me every reason to hate you, Oro. There is even a part of me that does despise you, but there is a greater part of me that demands selfishness of the crudest kind." I released another deep breath. 

"Desire, it forms the base of us all. It is a pure emotion." Oro commented. "Is it wrong to feel desire, to want to act on it? No." 

I raised an eyebrow to him, "No?" I teased, "So if I desire Jora, or any number of the sweaty men below deck, I may take them between my legs?" 

I felt Oro's grip tighten around me, his voice was deliciously deep as he said, "What you want, and what you can have, are two very different things." 

"You always have what you want." I insisted. 

"There is something I want right now, that I cannot have." Oro revealed as I felt his hands on the ties of my leathers. 

My breathing sped up, "Yet, there you are, fondling my ties to undo me. Body and soul." 

He jerked my hips against him as he roughly loosened the ties. "I seek only to kiss you, will you stop me?" 

My heart fluttered as I looked into his eyes and whispered, "My lips are right here." 

"That is not where you want to be kissed, you have said as much." Oro drawled, working his thumbs inside my leathers against my hipbones. 

"Gods." I whispered, shaking my head as I felt the dampness of my womanhood. 

"It is okay to feel this way, to feel excitement in pleasure. You do not need permission. And you cannot be judged by man for it." Oro declared, "Desire is not abyssal, it is divine in spirit, it is why you cry out to your Gods when you feel its call." Oro kissed my lips softly, and then the ridge of my jaw as he moved to the sensitive flesh of my neck. 

I moaned softly, feeling my bare flesh being revealed to the cool sea air as he lowered my leathers slowly down my thighs. "The crew..." I whispered worriedly. 

Soon my bottoms pooled around my ankles and felt his strong arms underneath my armpits. I yelped as he lifted me up and forward to rest on the wooden railing. "Hold." Oro commanded. He spread my legs wide enough for his face to seek passage to my hot depths. 

"O-oro," I stammered as my body rocked on the railing. 

Oro's arms came to rest on the tops of my thighs, hands clutching my hips, as he knelt down between my legs. "I will not let you fall, Eş." 

Blood drained from my fingers as they gripped the railing tightly. I could have risked rocking back into the calm waters behind me, but Oro's strong hands held me firmly in place, as he swiped his tongue over my slick heat. 

I could feel the wind picking up, slapping stray hairs against my face, billowing my shirt against my stomach. I could feel Oro's coarse stubble against my soft flesh, fighting for attention against the soft prodding of his tongue. 

I heard the jeering of sailors nearby, and I felt my nerves resurface, "Stop." I lamented, as Oro's attentions increased my pleasure. 

Oro gave a throaty laugh, taking great care to hold me as he stood, also hearing the men below. He looked out into the water behind me, a bit confused and cursed, "Boka!" 

"What?" I asked. 

"Your bottoms fell overboard, through the opening near your legs." Oro at least had the decency to show some embarrassment for my predicament. 

"You jest!" I insisted, pinching my knees tight against each other. 

"Afraid not." Oro said, trying to conceal his smile as he helped me down from the railing. 

"Ugh." I growled. "Well your new duty is to get me below deck without being seen like this." 

Oro smiled, "I can do that." 

In an easy motion he drew me up, wrapping my legs around him, and cupping my bare bottom with his forearms. I was higher upon his chest this way, so much so that my breasts ached near his mouth, and I felt my moist lips against the rough fabric of his shirt. I buried my face between the crook of his neck and my shielding arms and tried to shut out the crews' cheers of praise. 

In just a few moments we were away from the calls of our shipmates and I was conscious of Oro's bouncing gait as he ran further below to the ship master's quarters. I peeked my eyes out and saw Jora following close behind, ever doing her duty, a cool reserve upon her face. 

I heard the door opening at my back, our bodies swinging together suddenly as Oro closed the door, shutting out Jora. I could feel Oro's labored chest heaving against mine, as he took us towards the bed. 

I released the grip of my legs, but was still held in place by his arms. "Thank you." I volunteered. "Could you let me down?" 

"Sure." Oro panted, and dropped me onto the bed behind me. I saw him tugging his shirt over his head, and paused at the patch where my moist sex marked it, inhaling my scent through the cloth. His voice held promise as he said, "Shall we continue, Eş?" 

I bit my bottom lip, "Hmm." A devious idea sprang in my head as lust filled my senses, "Yes." I smirked, "Give me a moment?" 

"Of course," he said as he returned my lustful gaze. I motioned him onto the bed where he sprawled out, scratching his stubbled chin. 

I moved behind him, taking my shirt off, and twisted it around itself, until it became a makeshift rope. "Close your eyes." I whispered seductively to Oro. 

He complied with a wry smile, and I drew a forearm up, stroking the length of his muscled flesh delicately, before repeating the same motion on his other arm. I kissed along his wrists and midway up his forearm, my breasts swinging forward to brush against his face. I felt his tongue dart out to caress me, and I would withdraw in those moments. 

Knowing I would not have much time to pull of my little stunt, I moved quickly, tying an end of my shirt tightly around his left wrist. Before I could make a play for his right arm, he was already in motion, so I put my remaining efforts into tying it to a nearby bedpost. I could see a flash of excitement on his face, but I also detected a sense of uncertainty. 

As Oro reached out for me, to keep me from leaving, I slapped him hard across the face, which stunned him momentarily, and then his eyes darkened. I ran around the other side of the bed, and growled "No," when I saw him fidgeting with his bound hand. 

His eyes returned to mine, reviewing my dominating gaze, as I crawled deliberately up the bed between his legs. "Ah, so this is how you want it, Eş." 

"Shh." I hushed him, and started working my fingers at his trousers, tugging them apart and pulling them down to his upper thighs, restricting the movement of his legs. 

His cock was already very hard, and upright, a pearl of his fluid decorating the top of his thick crown. I glided a finger over the droplet, applying it around the engorged tip, making his thickness flare against my touch. At his clear sign of need, I withdrew my hand, crawling over his body, until I felt his stiffness between my legs. 

I propped myself up on my knees, keeping the length of him from penetrating my folds, and leaned forward to kiss his hungry mouth. When I felt his free hand on my hip, trying to guide me into position, I withdrew my exploring tongue, and reached back to grip his wrist tightly, jerking it upwards and, with some expected resistance, forced it to the bed beside his head. 




Barbarian Bound Ch. 06



I resumed the pressing of my lips and tongue against him, as his hand remained at rest, and would occasionally dip my hips down so that my juices would tease the tip of him. I giggled fiendishly as he moaned achingly at my cruelty. 

Urged on by a sense of control, I sat upright, feeling his swollen cock against my inner thigh, pleading for just the few remaining inches to spear me. I released my hold on his hand, and used it to brace myself on his thigh behind my rump. I could see the excitement in his eyes, as he anticipated my willingness to envelop him. I replied by rubbing a lazy finger over my clitoris, my sex still just out of reach of his. 

I felt a rumble in his chest, as he moaned lustfully, paying close attention to each delicate swipe of my fingers. It was intoxicating, the power I felt and the pleasure I induced. This position of control was somewhat taxing on me, as my legs and lower back strained to seek pleasure as I prevented myself from falling onto him. 

My skin moistened with beads of sweat. And, in the heat of my arousal, I allowed Oro to raise his free hand from the bed to caress and pinch my heavy mounds. My excitement began to build much faster, as I felt the sure signs of bliss on the horizon, and my fingers worked faster against myself. My breathing came out in demure gasps as I coaxed my body to climax. 

I felt Oro strain against me and once more his hand moved to my hip with an aching need to press into me. The gentle probing of his thick head against my opening was enough to push me over the edge, and I cried out as my body quivered, as I pitched forward onto Oro's stomach, his hard cock pressed against my cheeks. 

He rolled us to the left, trapping my body between his and the bed. I laughed as he tugged at his bound arm, and I felt him grind his hips against me. "Did you enjoy your time on top, Eş?" 

"Yes." I moaned, snaking a hand between our bodies to caress my throbbing slit. I fingers brushed the tip of his cock, rubbing his dew against my knuckles as I pleasured myself. 

With both of his hands now free, they feverishly ran over my body along with his tongue. I wondered what the saltiness of my skin must have tasted like after my intense climax, and the approach of yet another. Oro pulled his body off of mine briefly, repositioning us towards the head of the bed. He kneeled back on his heels and drew me to straddle his lap, my back against the headboard and arms draped across his shoulders. 

My head lolled back against the wooden headboard and I arched my back to press our sweaty chests together. He wasted little time nestling himself inside of my primed core. He took a swollen nipple into his mouth eagerly, running his teeth against my keen bud. 

Once more I directed my fingers between my lips to rapidly stroke my demanding nub. Oro's thick manhood filled me and I hardly had to wait long before the familiar building of sensation rose up from my toes to the base of my skull. 

I could hear Oro's hitched breathing marking the onslaught of his climax; the telling signs of his ripening cock. My fingers, in unison, twitched one last time to bring me my bliss as I used my other hand to clutch around the base of his cock lifting quickly off of him. 

I saw the drunken look upon his face, him close to his release, as I gripped him tightly, my nether lips dripping my climax into his lap. As his face nearly turned into a pained look, I stroked my hand up his slickened cock, making two passes before his seed erupted, splashing against my fingers and our close bellies. He panted heavily, resting his head against my collarbone. "Mmm. I like this side of you." He moaned. 

"Me too." I laughed, pulling my sticky fingers from his cock. 

A soft knock on the door silenced us, and Jora could be heard from the other side, "Shipmaster Graff has glimpsed Barbos, Majohr. Half a day unless the wind slows." 

Oro listened carefully, "Very well." He called. "Come, let us clean up." He helped me climb off of him as I held a sticky hand to the side. I stood next to the wash basin as he left to grab a cloth, and I examined my coated hand carefully. 

Oro chuckled. "Taste it." He urged. 

I gave him a sideways glance, "I think not." I held my hand out to receive the cloth but he waited patiently. 

"Just try it, a sample will not harm you." Oro purred, hands on his hips, his soft cock resting between his legs. 

I brought my hand up to smell it first, and not finding it offensive, I stuck my tongue out licking a small amount from the tip of my thumb, taking his salty musk into my mouth. It was not as I imagined but I still made a face as the texture slid over my tongue and swallowed quickly. 

Oro laughed huskily now, "You will become quite used to it, with enough practice." 

"Practice licking up your spending?" I queried hesitantly. 

He laughed much louder now, "If you wish, but I hoped you might take me into your mouth." 

Oro's meaning was more than clear as his rod twitched at the thought. It would really be no different than what I had done with Jora, but it was certainly a more intimidating prospect. "Oh." I noted softly. 

He gave me the cloth, and we both dunked our rags into the basin, and began to work it over our skin. "If it only takes a half a day, we will arrive in the middle of the night, so will we wait on the boat till morning?" I asked. 

"No. Our villa will be ready for us." Oro smiled at the certainty of it. 

"A villa?" I questioned. "I did not know warriors could amass such wealth." 

Oro shook his head, "I am the last of my family. I inherited Doguhan Kret Villa, after the death of my grandfather." 

"Are you eager to return?" I asked softly, moving back towards the bed, nestling within the covers. 

Oro sauntered over to me as he too slipped beneath the covers, pressing his naked body against mine. "Yes, it is odd to trade one home for another. I love both Lamoria and Barbos equally, but I have missed the warmth of our soil." 

He kissed my shoulder and murmured, "You will have to wear a veil when you walk under the sun." Oro stroked my covered arm softly. 

I gave a large yawn as I turned to face Oro, "I still have my riding cloak and linen top, but I will need new bottoms if we expect to leave this boat." 

"There will be plenty when we arrive, for now you will simply have to wear your under garments." Oro said kissing my lips gently. 

"Of which I have none." I retorted. "Did you not find it odd that I wore none beneath my leathers?" 

"Of course not, I thought you did it for my benefit." Oro laughed, rubbing his hand over my hip. 

Now I laughed, "Hardly, you just manage to tear everything to pieces!" I snuggled in close to him and sighed, "Well at least I have that long cloak, but let us move directly to your villa, hmm." I stated. 

"Our villa, Esyld Oroeş." He mused. 

"Oro-esh?" I sounded out, "Another title?" 

"Yes, in a sense. It becomes like a name. When pairs are formed, the woman becomes Eş, a mate to her partner. With their bond, the woman becomes Eşim, a life mate to her partner." Oro explained. 

"What of the men?" I asked, working my fingers through his coarse chest hair. 

"They assume the name of their father, that is unchanged. As I am Doguhan Canizade Oro, of the house Doguhan, son of Canizade." Oro said proudly. 

"Canizade, it sounds like such a strong name." I commented, my eyes longing for sleep. 

"I believe he was a strong man. He stood by my mother to the very end. My grandfather told me tales of the two of them. I always wanted that for myself." Oro mumbled with a soft smile, kissing my cheek. "Time to rest, we may have only a few hours before landfall." 

"Aye, Majohr." I teased, as I eventually slipped off to sleep. 

A couple taps on the door was enough to wake me, although Oro was still sound asleep. I carefully slipped out of bed, using his shirt to cover my nudity, and gently opened the door. Jora looked as if she were on verge of falling asleep where she stood. 

I came out into the cool night air, and gently shut the door behind me. "What is it?" I asked groggily. 

"The wind has died down some, Zee. We are another few hours off." Jora mumbled, listing in place. 

"Have you been awake this whole time?" I said rubbing my eyes. 

"Mhm." She grunted. 

"Seriously, go to bed, there is no need for anymore updates until morning." I laughed, and rubbed her cool arms. 

She leaned in against me, resting her head on my shoulder, she was nearly as tall as Oro and so the position strained her neck. "Come, I'll tuck you in." I whispered, taking her by the arm, and leading her down the open hall. 

We came to her quarters, the one I had killed the governor in a few weeks ago, and I helped her onto the bed. I helped her remove her boots and leather belt so that she could lie comfortably. I ran a hand through her overgrown hair and kissed her softly on the lips, taking a deep breath as I did. I could tell despite her wanting to remain alert to my attention, exhaustion was simply too inviting and she succumbed to her deep reverie. I slipped a blanket over her lithe form, and left the room as quietly as I came. 

I would have stayed to watch her a bit longer, but I could swear I could still smell the Governor's blood under foot. I shuffled my way back down the hall to our room, and again took great care to be as quiet as possible. I managed to slip back into bed, and I felt Oro curl around me, "What did she say?" I muttered. 

"Another few hours away. She is tired, I told her to leave watch and go sleep." I yawned, and wiggled my body against his warmth. 

He kissed the back of my neck, "I am glad for more time to sleep, you have exhausted me far too much, fox woman." Oro held me tightly, allowing me to feel the rise and fall of his chest against my back, and as he drifted back to sleep, the warm breath of his slumber upon my neck. 

The docks of Barbos were vast, and I was astounded at just how large the city appeared. It was much larger than Lamoria, and the city seemed very much alive, even just as the sun was rising. The air, despite the early morning, was quite warm and had a nutty, spiced scent to it. 

We all felt a little bleary eyed as we left the boat, and continued along the long wooden dock towards the stone steps leading to the upper platforms. Large red clay pots, filled with fragrant shrubbery dotted the platform edges, and helped cover the salted smell of sea worn beams and stones. A few crimson clothed guards roamed through the docks, a short curved sword on their hips. 

Barbarosans were mostly of a darker skin tone, likely from the years spent under the warm sun. Occasionally Oro's hand would meet my lower back, ushering me forward as I would stop to gape at my surroundings. I had always lived in Lamoria, and became quite accustomed to the similarity of most things, I was learning in this moment just how different Barbos would be. Much like Port Villesra, people carried about their business and appeared unique to one another. 

The buildings closest to the docks seemed to be made mostly of stone or some type of plaster, but as we ventured further inland, wooden peaked structures became predominant. 

Up ahead there was a wagon filled with strangely shaped nuts, and recognized the smell from earlier. "What are those?" I asked Oro, pointing at the wagon. 

"Cobnuts." Oro smiled. "Very good for you, Barbos is famous for them." He went up to the cart, taking me by the hand and motioned to the merchant. 

The thin merchant came to stand by his cart, and spoke in what I assumed was a native tongue. "Ne kadar istersiniz?" 

"Çeyrek taş." Oro replied. 

"Çok iyi, bir an." The man dipped his head graciously, and scuttled to grab a large sack, and began shoveling the nuts inside. I stood fascinated as the thin man placed the bag of cobnuts on a scale, and a quarter stone on the other, balancing one against the other. "Çeyrek taşı, iki şilin." He brought the bag and placed it in Oro's hands. 

Oro looked to me then, "There is black pouch at my hip, please grab two silver marks for the man." 

It did not seem like that much for the large satchel that Oro held but the merchant seemed very grateful as I handed him the two silver coins. "Thank you." I smiled at the man. 

He nodded and with a confused stare said, "Iyi yaşamak." 

"Iyi yaşamak." Oro replied and led me from the cart further down the road. 

"What does e-yea yash-a-mok, mean?" I said trying to replicate the words I had heard. 

Oro laughed at my poor attempt, "It means to live well. It is a common parting phrase for my people. Iyi yaşamak." He restated slowly. 

"Iyi." I said, and with Oro's encouraging nod I tried once more, "Iyi yaşamak?" 

"Very good, Eş!" He beamed, and rubbed a hand up my back, under the length of my braid. "You will find most speak common, but there are some natives that do not." We did not have to walk far before the narrow road opened up into a large circular market. Oro peered about, and spying what he was looking for, drew us towards the western part of the courtyard. 

"This is South Market, it is closer to the docks, many wares available, and lower prices than North Market." Oro explained as he brought me to a small shop, lined with colorful fabric. 

"Do you prefer South Market?" I asked, reaching a hand out to touch the fine cloth. 

"It is more unsavory at night, but the quality is very fine, if you know where to buy." He opened the door to the small shop and drew me in. The room smelled a bit bitter, from the saturation of dye on cloth that was being churned in large vats by spindly old women. 

The pieces that were hanging up to dry were remarkable however, and I had never seen such lovely colors on cloth. "Beautiful." I admired softly. 

"Merhaba." A frail lady cooed from behind her tall counter. 

"Merhaba bayan. Common?" Oro asked. 

"Common, evet." She said with a very thick accent. "Name is Havva, looking for wears to hoş eşim?" 

My face flushed deeply at the mention of me as Oro's life mate, I almost moved to correct her if Oro had not spoke up, "Yes, Havva, her skin is too soft for this sun." Oro motioned to my arm, to show her my pink hue. 

"Ohhh." She nodded strongly and said to Oro, "Ona hoş," before turning to me and saying "Very pleasing you are. Come we will pick you wears." Her smile was large and increased the dark wrinkles that counted her age. 

Oro brought me forward and said, "We need lounge and formal clothes." 

Havva looked back a bit of question in her eyes, "Ehh." 

"O uyku ve resmi giysiler ihtiyacı var. Yanı sıra şeyleri altında." Oro clarified for her. 

"Ohh." She nodded once more. Havva held up some sheer fabric in a deep red color, and held it against my skin, "Uyku, for rest. Do you like?" 

"Yes." Oro's deep voice rumbled. "That, over there." Oro said pointing at a wall with rich purple silk fabric. 

"Mmm." Havva made an agreeing sound. "Make iyi dresses, very soft." She carefully drew the soft fabric from the wall and brought it up against my pale skin. "Hoş! So beautiful." She exclaimed. 

It felt as if we had spent the entire day in Havva's shop, as I tested garments, and she measured me skillfully. Most of the items were too large for my frame, as my height was considerably smaller than most Barbarosans, and so would be sent to Oro's villa later. I did however walk out in rose haltered top, decorated with black beads that ended just above my belly, and what would be a short laced black skirt that came to my calves. I had even received some lace up sandals that helped keep my feet cool, though I decided I would still keep my moccasins. 

My stomach growled, as the sun was high in the sky. Oro smiled at my protesting body. "We are almost home." 

He was right, after a dozen more minutes there was a line of cypress trees, not unlike what was witnessed at the Governor's manse, framing the stone fence of an impressive estate. There was a red banner posted at the gate entrance, of a golden snake turning upon itself, it was the sign of the Oroboros, and the crest of the Doguhan. 

Oro took a deep breath, and turned open the heavy iron gate, and invited me to step through, guiding me through the leaf covered path and up the light grey stone steps to the large iron double doors. The knocker was once more Oro's family crest, it was very large, suitable for his masculine hands. 

The surrounding structure was a matching beautiful grey stone, and had several large windows spaced evenly around the walls. It appeared to be two or three floors high, but the height could also be attributed to the peaked roof. 

As my eyes wandered, Oro procured a thick long key, and slipped it into the iron doors hold, twisting it around until a firm click sounded within. Oro brought the iron handle downward, and pushed it open, extending a hand out to me. A sudden fear, ran down my spine, but I resisted the urge to run, having come this far, and took his hand to step through the threshold. 

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Postscript: Ch.07 will start off running in Barbos. You'll have a chance to meet some of the Barbos hierarchy, and learn about what's happening back in Lamoria. There are some BIG changes coming up and there is a lot planned ahead for Esyld, Oro and Jora. Hope you enjoyed!



Barbarian Bound Ch. 07



Author's Notes: This is an erotic fantasy written by Lyssabyss. I should have stated this previously, but the language I am using is Turkish, (though I do not follow the structure religiously.) 

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Since stepping into this new world it seemed as if time flew by with the onslaught of new sensations and knowledge. Every day was filled with discovery, excitement and even twinges of guilt or fear. I had written my letter to my father and knew that at least another month would pass before he would receive it. It left me feeling gloomy and nearly alone if it weren't for the company of Oro and Jora. 

Even with Oro's urging, I still found it quite awkward to address her as Bekçi, my guardian, perhaps because of what happened between us, and the connection that still thrives. Jora had continued my training and I was slowly improving, though I could still not best her. 

Oro was gone more often with his new duties which had him overseeing the training of new warriors, and acting as a council member to King Mazhar. This time apart would have afforded me more intimacy with Jora if not for the prying eyes of servants lingering about the villa. 

My fingers traced over the images within a leather bound book, and I was overcome with the urge to leave these walls and explore, I snapped the book shut and stood from my wooden bench. The smell of the garden flora was appealing but did nothing to sate my curiosity to explore what lay beyond. 

Jora eyed me cautiously, "What has you in a mood?" She walked over to me, slapping an offending brush limb along the way. 

"I am bored." I huffed, shuffling from the garden walls towards the atrium. 

"Only boring people become bored, Zee." Jora laughed, following me out of the sun. "You normally love to read, why are you so restless? Have you received a visit from the Lady in Red?" 

I rolled my eyes, "No, she came and went a week or more ago. I-I just feel like I need some air." 

"You were just outside." Jora chuckled, "The air is warm, and good, your skin is becoming more used to it." 

I rubbed my arms which were no longer as pale, though I was still a far cry away from the beauty of Jora's skin. "I have no purpose here." I confessed. 

"How did you fill your time in Lamoria?" Jora asked, following me towards the shallow pool. 

"I helped my mother in our shop, she was a seamstress. When I was not mending clothes, or helping around the home, I was out by the water, swimming, or fishing or playing with friends. Here, I have only him, and only you." I lamented, starting to strip from my clothes in a trail towards the pool. 

I young servant boy entered with fresh linens, and his eyes went wide at the sight of my nudity. Jora hissed at him like a dangerous feline, which made him scuttle off taking the linens with him. Jora stood dutifully at the pools edge, as I made my way into the tepid water. 

Jora sighed softly and said, "Life here, is not what you sought, but it is what you have. Of all the men who could have found you, it is better that it was Oro. He is a strong man, devote and in a position for great power." She braced her hands on her hips and continued, "Having us is not such a bad thing." 

I dunked the whole of my body underwater, unbinding my braid to let my hair scatter freely. I resurfaced, wiping water from my lashes and whispered, "No, it is not, but still I feel trapped. Left inside this stone cage, waiting for the wolf to return for an evening feast." 

Jora chortled at the imagery, and then her voice took a flirtatious tone, "How could one resist such a delicious sight." 

I felt heat run between my legs, and I wanted to drag her into this pool with me, until her clothes clung to her athletic form, and she was panting for my touch. I stood in the shallow pool, the water coming to my waist, and kept my eyes connected to hers as water dripped from me. "How do you?" I mused. 

I saw Jora's breath visibly catch and then shudder out of her, her eyes glimpsed around the atrium before she divulged, "The cost is too great if I do not." 

I walked to the edge of the pool, taking an equally hushed tone, "If only I were alone with you." I rest a hand on her exposed toes. "Even just a moment." 

Jora took a step back, out of reach, "You are never alone, Esyld. I am honor bound to remain at your side as your Bekçi, until I am no longer needed, or your Eş is present. What happened between us before was a mistake, I overstepped my place." 

Her words dashed cool water on the flames of my excitement, and I snapped, "Maybe it was a mistake, but at the time, you wanted it, as did I." 

"Keep your voice down." Jora growled, inching closer to me. "You are Majohr Oro's Eş, it is time you embrace that truth." 

I felt hurt as I said, "I never imagined hearing that from you." 

"I do not wish to say it; this is hard for me also." Jora choked, "I see what passes between you both, and it is clear where your future leads, I will only muddy that path." 

"A path that will take me further from you?" I said feeling a stinging urge to cry. 

"It will not lead to me, true, but as we are it will not take you away from me either. Is that not worth our discipline?" Jora insisted, coming to sit at the edge of the pool, crossing her legs before the water's edge. 

Our eyes met, mine swirling with emotion and I sucked in a deep breath. "How do you propose I embrace my position as Oro's Eş?" 

Jora tapped her fingers on her thighs and said "Continue as you are with him, your love for one another will grow naturally and leave me to my duties as your Bekçi. He feels your hesitation, because of me, if you want his trust you cannot-." 

"I have to give him reason to trust me?" I barked, wading backwards into the pool with my hands on the tiled floor. 

"You withhold from him, Esyld, he can feel it and he does not trust that duality." Her face was somewhat stern as she continued, "It is obvious that you feel for him, that you enjoy his attention, so why do you hold back?" 

I allowed myself to sink to the bottom of the shallow pool, letting the water dull my senses. Even as my lungs protested, I willed myself not to resurface. Admitting what I felt would be accepting too much of what had happened. Oro had asked for my devotion, I resisted him along the way, but each piece I allowed him tested my dominion, and slowly allowed me to feel comfort in submission to him. It was frightening, sickening, exciting and very pleasurable. 

My chest ached in his absence and I felt a strong attachment to him, but surely it was not for loving him. Could I love Oro? If so, love was not what I imagined it would be. I felt a pain linger under breast, and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. What is happening to me? 

Strong arms pulled me above the water, and I drew in a shuddering gasp of air. My mind cleared once more, as I looked up at Jora who had me firmly by the arms. The look on her face was intimidating and she growled, "Your bath is over." She started to drag me out of the pool, and I stumbled as we reached the steps. 

"I was lost in thought, nothing more." I tried to reassure her. "You can let go now." I stood naked in the warm air of the atrium. 

She was dripping wet from the waist down, and she seemed genuinely displeased. "Majohr Oro should be home soon, I am going to get changed, please try not to get into any trouble while I am away. It would make me look very bad as your Bekçi." She grumbled and slopped her way out of the atrium. 

I growled in frustration, picking up a linen wrap, and my strewn clothes, making my way back to my chambers. I opened the wooden shutters, to allow the warm sun to trickle in and dry my moist skin. I wrenched the water from my hair, and twisted it up into a bun, tucking the end of my blonde locks into itself. I sat in front of the window, on a wooden stool, letting the light shine down on my face. I closed my eyes, as the heat irritated them, and allowed myself to relax in the warmth. 

I grabbed for the drop spindle that lay on top of the desk in front of me, and resumed weaving the Kashmir wool together into a fine long string. It was very calming, and helped to pass the time. I heard commotion below, and a thunderous laugh from Oro filter up the stairway. My heart leapt knowing that he was home, and I set my hard work back on the table and went towards the stairs. 

I had completely forgotten that I was still only wrapped in linen, but was reminded as Oro walked up the stairs and his eyes became piqued with lust. "Good evening, eş. Just return from a bath?" 

I smiled coyly, "Perhaps." I stepped backward towards the bedroom, not wanting to instigate a chase my turning my back to him. But the submission of my movement was enough to flame his desire, and he bounded the rest of the way up the stairs, making me yip in excitement as I stumbled back into our chambers. 

Before long Oro was pressing my body against the door frame, and was nibbling at my neck, making me mewl my pleasure into the hallway. "H-how was your day?" I stammered. 

"Long." Oro moaned as he ground his hips against mine. "I missed you, did you miss me?" There was vulnerability in his voice that made my heart flutter. 

"Yes." I whispered, taking the lobe of his ear into my mouth, and biting gently. He growled his pleasure against my throat, and I handed myself over to the bliss of my exposed neck. 

He was fumbling at his leathers with one hand, and used his other to make sure my lips were exposed beneath the cover of my thin linen wrap. His touch made me moan, and grind against his fingers, as if we had not been intimate in weeks. 

The young servant boy from earlier had made his way up the stairs, and I caught his stare as he watched Oro fish beneath my shift. He stopped in a moment of discomfort holding sheets for the bed, before turning around abruptly and running back down the stairs. 

I let out a startling laugh, and Oro pulled back in confusion, I chortled, "Poor boy." 

Oro's girth was now sinking back down over the top of his leathers, and I felt a measure of regret that I had dampened his arousal. So I chimed in to explain the situation, "Earlier, Danyal, the servant boy, was going about his chores, and he caught me naked entering the bathing pool, and just now, he has again caught me in a compromising position." 

Oro grunted and with a smirk said, "I am beginning to think you like that attention." Oro rubbed a hand over my linen wrap to fondle my breasts. 

"He is a boy. I simply feel bad that I make him so uncomfortable." I replied, rubbing a hand up Oro's strong arms. 

"His discomfort is not one of pain, Eş." Oro purred, slipping his mouth to my neck, his cock beginning to harden by my thigh. 

I dashed the thought from my mind, as it generally felt unpleasant, given the nature of our current contact. "Do you believe we need servants?" I probed. 

"Why?" Oro asked, my distraction once more affecting his demanding cock. 

"It would be nice to take over responsibilities to occupy my time." I said softly, feeling a bit self conscious. 

Oro was surprised at my confession, and smiled, "I apologize, I thought by having them it would allow you more time to yourself." 

"I appreciate the gesture, but I am not often idle, and if you cannot take me with you, and I am not permitted to leave, then I would make better use of my time here." I stated, running underneath his shirt to the rippled expanse of his stomach. 

"You would want to come with me?" Oro softly encouraged, continuing to rub at the sides of my breasts. 

"Occasionally, yes, I should learn more about the people of Barbos if I expect to live here." I thought a moment, "I have counted at least four servants on these grounds. It would be nice to have at least one to stay and help with the goats and gardening, but the rest I can manage." 

"You and those damned goats." Oro laughed. "I thought you were having a laugh when you first asked for them." Oro unpinned me from the door, and took my hand leading me into our bed chamber. 

I smirked, "You may laugh now, but when you enjoy the warm blanket in the cold months, and the cheese and milk, you will be grateful we have them." I sat on the stool, by the window, and ran my fingers over my handiwork. 

"Is this what you want?" Oro probed, looking me over. 

"When I was a young girl, I dreamt that I would have a warm home, full of love, a garden and animals to care for. Though, the scenery has changed, my dreams have not." I said, trying to withhold any sadness from my voice. 

"I will do my best to provide those things for you." Oro said with a tender smile. "I want this also." Oro fidgeted with his hands, and shuffled his feet in almost a timid way. "You may choose who will stay to help you." 

I nodded, and immediately answered, "Adalet, she is hard working, and kind." 

Oro seemed interested by my choice, "She is also a bit simple, and does not speak very much common." 

"True, but she will help teach me the native tongue. As to her simple nature, it does not cloud her mind in the least." I reasserted my choice. 

"Very well." Oro smiled, "Poor Danyal will be heartbroken, Eş." 

I scoffed at his joke, and poked my tongue out at him, to which his smiled widened. "Careful, I may try to catch that tongue of yours..." 

I cocked an eyebrow at him, "You may try little barbarian." 

The room vibrated with Oro's laughter, "I have heard I am not so little, Eş, or do you disagree?" His voice dripped with desire. 

"Perhaps I should view another to compare?" I laughed and moments later a small cry burst from my throat as Oro darted across the room to swoop me up against his chest. 

"Let me refresh your memory, Eş." Oro growled playfully, his cock pressed firmly against my lower belly. He backed our bodies up until I was pressed against the edge of the table, and he strained against me, heat rolling off of his skin. 

"Gods." I moaned lustfully. I leaned back against the table, elbows along the wooden edge, and Oro traced my slit with his throbbing head, running it up and down the length of me, becoming an infuriating tease. 

He gripped the lower part of his veined shaft, and angled it to separate my folds, repeating the motion from before, using his crown to spread my juice across the both of us. My eyes fluttered closed, relying on my other senses to absorb the pleasure that assailed me. 

My musk of arousal clung between us, spurred on by the deliberate caress of his manhood, the slickness of our combined desire, and as I took his mouth to mine, the sweat upon his lips. I moaned happily against him, and tried to buck my hips to receive him. 

He growled against my lips, and pulled me up, flipping me over abruptly so that for a moment I was disoriented as he bent me over the table. Kashmir fibers pressed against my breasts and forearms, my body automatically arching to present my moist lips to receive Oro. 

Without preamble Oro sank into me, driving the air from my lungs as I took a moment to accommodate him, Oro moaned contentedly. "Does this satisfy you?" He said, working his length slowly out of me. 

"Yes." I cried as my inner walls clutched at him, to keep him within me. At my admission, Oro drove back into me, and began his slow upward plunge in and out of me. I lay my head between my two hands, the soft fibers cushioning me, as with each thrust Oro jostled my body. 

The sounds from my lips sprouted unbidden in the heat of our mating, and I panted loudly with each splitting stroke. I could feel the weight of his sack patting my sensitive netherlips, and it sent pleasure to my tingling nub. I moaned against the Kashmir wool, and even bunched some into my fists, as my hips connected with the edge of the table, the pain of which faded deliciously into pleasure. 

"Is this what you want, Eş?" He growled, bending over my back, slowing his pace to stroke me fully with each pass. 

"Gods! Yes!" I hissed, my face pinching with my need for release. 

I felt Oro's arm circle around my hips, and his hand covered my mound, using my copious amount of lubricant to wet his fingers, as he took the liberty to circle my clitoris. His pace could not hold, as his excitement forced him to pump faster into its target. "Do you want my seed, Eş?" Oro moaned, "Hmm?" The slapping of his virile manhood against me drove me further towards the edge of climax. 

The thought did not scare me as it had before, being claimed so fully by this dominating man, it was even now quite exciting, the risk and sensation of it. I let go of the shackles of the life behind me, and accepted this moment for what it was, "Yes." I moaned quietly, pressing my mouth against the wool as I allowed my release to ring through my body. 

His seed felt incredibly hot against our joined bodies, as with each pulse of his cock he emptied himself into me. A residual quiver of my hushed climax ran through me, my legs were shaky, only being braced up by his strong thighs, hips, and his manhood inside of me. 

As he withdrew, his potent seed was uncorked and spilled out over my lips, dripping off the cleft of my mound, splattering on the floor between my legs. Oro slowly stumbled back towards the bed and flopped backwards, enjoying the remainder of his high. I carefully straightened up, brushing off any clinging fibers, and shakily made my own way to the bed, lying down beside Oro. 

"King Mazhar and the council would like to meet you." Oro said releasing a breath and rubbing my thigh. 

"Is that a common practice?" I questioned. 

"No, but I think our connection interests them, they have seen your positive influence on me." Oro said with a toothy grin. 

"My positive influence, hmm?" I laughed, "I did not realize you could be so easily swayed, Oro." 

"Oh yes, of course, when I am at the mercy of a goddess." Oro flirted. 

My cheeks burned scarlet, and I hid my smile behind my hand, "You have a gifted tongue Oro, it must please you greatly." 

"More important that it please you." Oro cooed, wagging his eyebrows at me, deepening my blush. 

I sat up carefully, trying to prevent our remaining juices from dripping onto the bedding. "I think you like to test my sensibility, to see how you might better unravel me. Is this a game, or genuine?" I inquired. 

Oro sat up, and caressed a hand down my back, "With you, I will always be genuine." I felt the weight of his statement, knew he believed his words and his devotion to me. I could see now the shift in our relationship, it was not the love I had experienced from my mother and father, but the warmth of his affection was the very same. 

My heart beat wildly, and in a breathy voice I dared to ask, "Are you putting the care of your heart, in my hands?" 

With Oro's long pause, doubt and embarrasement flourished and I stood quickly, "Nevermind, forget I spoke." My voice trembled as I peered out the window. 

"No. Not no, I mean wait!" Oro blurted. "Allow me a moment." Oro cleared his throat, and tapped his hands nervously on the tops of his knees, "You asked if I put the care of my heart in your hands, the answer is, yes. From the beginning, when I took you, when I made you mine, through all of the mistakes and cruelty I forced upon you, I felt equally at your mercy. I cannot apologize for what brought us together, I only regret the harm I caused that split us further from one another." 

My chest thumped loudly, blood pulsing through my ears, and I felt the world narrowing in on this one moment. I felt breathless under the weight of expectation, "I-I am not sure-." 

"Please, let me finish." Oro whispered tenderly. "I do not ask that you feel the same way, I do not think it would be so easy. You said once, that I always have what I want...Esyld, I want nothing more from you than the return of your trust and to feel your love for me, but this is not something that can be forced, nor would I try." Oro stood walking towards me as I now faced him, and rubbed his hands down my arms, "Until then I will enjoy your company, and I hope that you will take joy in mine." 




Barbarian Bound Ch. 07



Our eyes connected and my heart was in my throat, threatening to choke me. Why did I feel this way? I was at a complete loss for words, I was spared by Oro's sweet kiss on my lips. Perhaps it was his way of acknowledging that I needed more time. It was gracious, and I felt a measure of guilt that I was unwilling to put to words the anticipation, and warmth I felt. 

"Would you like to go to the North Market? We will want to decorate you." Oro smiled. 

I could not hide the energy buzzing from me, "Do you need to ask?" I laughed softly. "We are not returning to Havva's shop?" 

"No, the North Market will have finer items. I will have Jora attend you, I will stay, I have arrangements that need to be managed. I imagine it should not take you too long, you should be back before sun down." Oro speculated. "Just make sure Jora does not pick out your outfit, we will want you to look like a lady, not a bull." He laughed. 

"Ha. Ha." I said dryly. 

Within the hour, Jora and I were ready for our little adventure to the North Market. She had a pretty good idea of where we would go, and guided us through the narrow streets, occasionally pointing out old buildings and talking about the history of the town. She was between Oro and I in age, but her knowledge of history was indicative of the Barbarosan's strong culture. 

"Here." She said pointing at a well carved sign of a ribbon with the word "şıklık" upon it. "It means, 'Finery'." 

The shop was lined with tresses of embroidered fabric, floor to ceiling, coming in all shades and designs. The dye bins smelled further away, possibly in the lower part of the shop, and the upper floor was reserved for the selecting, measuring and tailoring of delicate fabric. I traced my fingers over several fabrics, and was in awe of their smoothness, and lack of flawed tufts. "Feel this." I softly said to Jora. 

"It is not my place." There was no negative emotion attached to what she said, it was simply an accepted fact of her class. 

I felt odd that for all her service, and the honor of her position, that it would be acceptable for me to touch this linen, but not her. 

"Merhaba!" A thin, well dressed woman called, walking towards the center of the room. "Benim adım Magora olduğunu." 

"Common?" I asked sheepishly. 

"Yes. I thought you looked foreign. My name is Magora." She gave a slight bow, and looked up expectantly. 

"My name is Esyld, this is my Bekçi." I advised pointing towards Jora. "I am in need of a fine morning dress." 

"Hmm. Easy enough, have you seen any bundles you like so far?" Magora asked, sizing me visually. 

"Many, though I think something in red and gold would be best." I said, peering about the room. As I turned to walk the perimeter of the shop, Magora gave a slight gasp. 

"You are the Gaul female from Lamoria, yes?" Magora's eyes narrowed as she tried to read my expression. "Your sigil," she said tapping her own left shoulder, "is from the house Doguhan, the heir of which is the renowned Majohr Oro." 

I was suprised that she knew who I was, despite my being hidden away at the Doguhan villa. "Yes." I admitted and it suprisingly stung as it reminded me of my homeland. "How have you come to hear of me?" 

"Table gossip. Doguhan Canizade Oro was a famed prize for any suitable female, when it was said he had an Eş, well the word spread swiftly. Of course that you are *Gaul* is suprising, but I suppose he would never have settled for someone ordinary." Magora rambled on with hardly a breath between words. "Tell me, when you met-." 

Jora could see the flush rising up my neck and broke in, "We are here for a dress, Terzi, it is more appropriate for you to submit your questions to Majohr Oro directly." 

"O-oh, yes, indeed. I meant no offense, Esyld Oroeş." Magora stuttered, worry showing on her face. I could tell my opinion on this encounter could hold consiquence, and it was a great opportunity for me to show the mercy common among my own people. 

"No offense taken, Magora, please call me Esyld." I said as magnanimously as possible. 

"Of course, thank you, Esyld." She practically groveled. "I believe I have the perfect piece for you!" Magora said brightly and walked Jora and I over towards her tall counter. Behind which were held the most intricate in design, and were above any skill that I possessed or could replicate. She carefully pulled down a few yards of cardinal textile the appeared to shimmer as light shown over it. "Canfes, it is more stiff than silk, but very soft." The canfes fabric was bordered with golden fruits which appeared to be bushels of grapes. "Very beautiful, fruitfull, good omen in our culture." 

I looked to Jora, who nodded slightly in agreement. "Majohr Oro would be very pleased with this choice." 

"Would it be ready by the morning?" I asked. 

"You will leave with it tonight. This is designed to wrap about your body." Magora assured. She addressed my quizical look by drawing me behind a privacy curtain. "If you would undress, please." 

Again I looked to Jora, who gave little more than a nod, stepping back to guard the entrance of the curtain. I quickly removed my garments, and covered breasts as best I could with my arms. "So shy." Magora giggled, "It is nothing have not already seen." She pulled my arms outwards so that she could begin the process of wrapping my waist. 

She tucked the first portion of the wrap into my undergarments, until the disappeared under the shimmering fabric. After the first pass, she began to crease the material and draped it over my shoulder, it narrowly covered my generous bust, the rest of the material flowing down my back. Magora left momentarily and brought back a tie that held many dangling gold coins, and crossed behind my back to tie it both over and under my breasts. Now the I felt truly secure in the dress, and did not think I would accidentally slip outside of its bounds. 

"You see?" Magora sang, admiring her work. 

I looked down the length of my body, and gave an appraising smile. "Very beautiful, benim teşekkür." I thanked her. 

"It is my pleasure." She smiled proudly. 

"As for payment-." I began. 

"No, I could not accept. I only ask that when you become one with our Majohr Oro, that you think of me for your ceremonial dress." Her voice was slightly desperate, and the thought of yet another binding ceremony to Oro did not seem that unlikely. 

"Very well." I responded, unable to form much other thought on the subject. 

I redressed and Magora packaged up the dress carefully in a cloth parcel, and I left the shop in a bit of a daze. This would be my life wouldn't it? I would be with Oro, eventually as his partner, and we would live here, people would see my face, know me as the Gaul whore from Lamoria. The idea distressed me, thinking of what they might say about my undo rise in status. 

I hardly remembered I had been walking until my foot caught on a raised stone and I pitched to the right falling on my side before a horse driven cart. "Zee!" Jora shouted, and ever so quickly gripped my ankle, jerking me towards her, scraping my arms and side in the movement. But just moments later, horses hooves stepped over my extended arm, and the wheel of the cart rolled a small distance from my fingertips. 

She pulled me up from the ground, and helped me limp away towards an alley. She looked panicked and fearful desperation clouded her eyes, the next moment between us was filled with her shaky kiss. 

The action was welcome, but very confusing given our earlier conversation and my time spent in Oro's arms. "J-jora." I whispered, feeling guilt settle into my stomach. 

"Y-you nearly were run over." Jora sucked in a breath, trying to calm herself, and shook away her troubled thoughts, "I am sorry, I should not have-." 

Jora's was honor bound to protect me, her duty should overshadow all else, and it was not a simple thing for her to discount this in the face of what was between this. "It is fine Jora, I understand, truly I do." Our conversation at the atrium resounded in the walls of my head, and I felt the loss of what could have been between us, had she not been my Bekçi, and had I not been claimed so fully by Oro. "This will remain a secret between us, one that we will forever remember, but never repeat." I said soothingly. 

Jora cleared her throat, and wet her dry lips, "It will not happen again, on my honor, Esyld." It did not take long for her to gather her composure, and began guiding us the short distance back to our home. 

My belly growled in protest, and I hoped that the evening meal had already been prepared by the time we arrived. Though the clouds floated over Barbos, to shade the city from the sun, it was still a few hours from sundown. I wondered if Oro might see the guilt upon my face, when we arrived, could I hide my kiss from him, the man that saw everything? 

It was humorous that just earlier I was practically begging Jora for time alone in the atrium, careless of the consequence, and yet now, after the briefest of kisses, an intimate exchange, I was acutely aware of my disloyalty to Oro. What had suddenly changed between us? I thought. 

Jora was very quiet the entire trip back, and I could see her own thoughts playing across those black eyes. She could see her regret for her dishonorable behavior. I could not agree that she behaved dishonorably, but how could I possibly know the standards she or the rest of the Barbarosans held themselves to? Their unflinching code of conduct and self-sacrifice was archaic and spoke to their nature. Oro would surely know something was wrong, if Jora kept up this appearance. 

I stopped her just as we were about to the enter the iron gate, "Please, Jora, you cannot somber about like this, something will be suspected." 

Jora stood a bit straighter and nodded, "Aye." Though her expression did not change much, she handed me the delicate parcel, and opened the heavy iron gate, allowing me to enter, and following me up the path towards the doors. 

I descended the iron handle, and pushed the heavy doors open, and called out, "We are back!" The villa seemed quiet, and lanterns were already lit. I could smell food wafting from the cookspace and saliva coated my mouth. I was beginning to be accustomed to the strong Barbos spices, though my belly protested at first, and I could smell Adalet's flamed peppers. 

I spied Oro out in the garden with Adalet, clipping some greens while the peppers roasted. I left the bundle nearby on a long table, and joined them outside. Oro smiled as I walked up, and it had the power to make me shiver and run hot all over. "The dress is beautiful, and it came at the best price, free." I laughed softly. 

"I cannot wait to see it on you." Oro's deep voice sent another set of shivers down my spine. "Where is Jora?" He asked, looking back towards the entrance of the garden. 

"Not feeling well, I believe she may have gone to rest." Looking away from Oro while I lied, helped to stomach it, and hide my guilt. 

Oro kissed my forehead, and breathed deeply, for a moment panic fluttered in my belly, could he smell the scent of her lips on me? I withdrew quickly, much to his amusement, and realized I probably gave off the air that I wanted to play once more with him. 

Oro stepped closer to me, and I extended a hand, "I-I fell, in the streets, and I could use a quick bath. How long until supper is ready?" 

"No long, bayan." Adalet chimed and resumed her humming while she clipped additional greens. 

"I will join you, I could also use a bath." Oro winked. 

"Help Adalet first-." 

"It is fine, bayan." Adalet laughed. 

"See, Eş, she does not need my help." Oro smiled seductively and squeezed my bottom, causing me to jump and make my way towards the atrium. 

Just beat him to the water, I thought. Then you can scrub your burning lips, and he will be none the wiser. Once I was inside the atrium, I quickly began to strip down, but before I could move to walk down the tiled steps into the water, Oro grabbed me from behind, arms wrapping around my waist. 

Gooseflesh sprang across my exposed skin, as I felt him naked behind me. I squirmed agaisnt him, trying to break free into the pool. 

"Why are you so anxious, Eş?" Oro mused, rocking himself against me, and inching us closer to the water. 

"I am unclean." I whispered, which was certainly one way to explain the way I felt. It still struck me as odd that despite my earlier affection for Jora, I now felt a loyalty to Oro that had not been there before. 

"I do not care if you are unclean, it would not stop me from touching you." Oro soothed, kissing the side of my neck. He scooped me up into his arms, and walked carefully down the tiled steps and into the water. Showing his strength by crouching us into the water, my arms still wrapped around his neck, as he cradled me against his chest. 

My heart resonated its song in my chest. I took a deep breath, feeling nervous as I asked, "Things have changed between us, have they not?" 

"From what it was, yes." Oro lowered me to my feet in the water, and hugged me tightly. "You struggle with this." It was not a question, but a statement that underlined my unease. 

"Yes." My voice lilted softly. "How is it that you do not?" I pressed my forehead against his chest. 

"From the beginning I knew I wanted you, and would do anything..." His voice trailed off, his unspoken words hanging over us. "The warm sun suits you." 

"Yes, though I doubt I will ever be as dark as you." I was thankful for the shift in topic, as I rubbed my wet hands over my sun kissed arms. 

"We will do well here together." Oro concluded, his voice becoming reverent as he said, "Seni seviyorum, Eş." He lifted my chin, separating my forehead from his hard chest, and brushed our lips together. 

He did not repulse from me, as I thought he might if he discovered the residual taste of Jora's lips. Instead his kiss deepened, his hands moving to cup my face behind my ears, and coaxed my mouth open with his tongue. He was breathing heavily into my mouth, and the water seemed much colder against my skin now, as desire coursed through me. 

My body and soul begged my mind for release. Little traitors demanding that I forget the past, and submit to the love offered before me, and to embrace what was growing inside of me. I felt affected, as I had with that stout drink, only this time it was from the mere taste of his lips, and the closeness of his need. 

"I am tired of fighting." I groaned against his tempting lips. 

"Then stop." Oro coaxed, and stroked his tongue against mine once more, in a wet, desperate dance. I relaxed into his hold, no longer trying to separate myself from him, no longer running or hiding from my own desires. 

I realized that I held fast to Oro as if he were the only solid thing in this chaotic turn of events. It was comforting to feel him holding me back, as if in his arms I would never be lost or unwanted. I shuddered as our lips parted, I was shown in these moments together our intense connection, over and above what I had experience with Jora. It seemed shameful now to compare the two, but as I stood, I knew the difference between the love for my sister and that of my mate. 

Oro, was my Eş, my match. It could not be denied any longer. I brought a hand up into the base of his curly hair, and twirled my fingers against his scalp. I whispered, looking up into those dark brown eyes, "I am yours and you are mine, Eş." 

Oro was so powerful and intimidating as I his body was wrapped around mine, and we hardly seemed to care or notice how loud our cries seemed in the tiled atrium. Echoes of our passionate throws, resounding in our ears, as we submitted to eachother's needs. 

Supper had long since been prepared, for after our coupling had come to an end, the food was cool and the hall was empty. I sat upon Oro's lap, and we took turns feeding eachother small morsels, nourishing our bodies and hearts with eachother's care. This tenderness was exactly what my inner spirit wanted, and I wrapped myself in its cocoon. 

Once most of our meal had been cleared, Oro carried me up the stairs, and into our bedchamber. "I would like to make you dirty once more." Oro huskily bragged. 

I smiled widely and joked, "Once more? I hardly remember getting a moment to bathe." 

Oro mirrored my toothy grin, and paced towards me like a predator about to capture his prey. A soft knock at the door stopped him, and he grumbled "What?" to the person on the other side. 

"Majohr Oro, may I have a word?" I recognized Jora's voice, and guilt resurfaced to make my stomach flutter. 

Oro looked to me, and my expression must have perplexed him, he was looking for an answer from me, on whether I should send her away, or allow her a moment. But I had no answer for him, I was frozen in my unease. 

"Come in." Oro replied, and turned back towards the door, sitting upon the stool at my little workspace nearby. 

Immediately as Jora entered I could see the familiar guilt upon her face, and the wet mark of tears. Her eyes flitted apologetically towards where I stood by the bed, and I felt weak in the knees. Oro and I had worked so hard to come to our present terms, how far would her moral code take us back? 

"C-can this wait, Jora?" I stammered. Clutching the bedpost with my right hand to steady myself. "It is quite late..." I felt panic begin to bubble up, and I felt a strong urge to cry or scream out. 

"No, Esyld." Jora said steeling her resolve, and turned to face Oro. 

"Has something happened?" Oro asked with great concern. 

"Yes." Jora replied meekly, and came to her knees at his feet. Her face was downturn for several moments, before her dark eyes met Oro's. 

I could see Oro's anger growing as tears slipped down her face, he looked over at me, and my own expression cracked under his scrutiny. "When?" He demanded, bunching his hands into fists. 

I stepped forward, "It was a m-mistep-." 

"When!" He bellowed into Jora's face. 

She leaned back onto her heels, and with great courage in the face of his anger, said "Earlier today." 

Oro stood abruptly, towering over Jora, "You have come to receive my judgment, is that it?" 

"Yes." Jora croaked, lowering her head to look back between her knees. 

"How far did it go?" Oro asked, once again looking to me. 

"Only a kiss. Short lived-." I began. 

Oro grunted, his lips forming a thin line as he growled at Jora. "You seem to think it is your place to touch what is not yours..." 

"Oro-." I begged. 

"Quiet!" Oro exploded, "Your Bekci came for my judgment, and she will have it!" He started to cross the bedchamber towards his long iron chest. 

I ran over in front of him, dropping to his feet, and clutched at his thighs, "Please, Eş, hear me." I begged. 

Oro's chest was heaving, as he nodded. 

Tears leaked from my eyes, "I had fallen into the road, a c-cart came close to-. She saved me, Oro, in the intense moments that followed, yes she kissed me." Before Oro could interject my voice rose and I gripped him tighter, "We drew the line, we knew it would never happen again." 

"If you knew it would never happen again, why did you hide it from me?" He snarled, looking down at me with a looming sadness. 

"I did not want to hurt you." I wept, my scarred knees bruising against the hard wood. 

Seeing my discomfort, Oro raised me up by the arms, and guided me to the bed. "Is this true Jora? Do not think to lie to me." His voice was every bit of a commanding leader. 

"Yes, on my honor. I overstepped my liberty more than once, Majohr, and I fear I cannot be trusted from failing you both again." Jora divulged, getting up from her knees to face Oro. 

With a heavy hand on my thigh, Oro grimaced, "Leave us." 

"Majohr?" Jora questioned. 

"Get out of my sight!" He insisted heatedly. Jora quietly left, and then it was just Oro and I alone in the room. I was trembling with stress as Oro now leaned in front of me, his hands on my thighs, and looking up into my face. 




Barbarian Bound Ch. 07



"Did you mean it?" Oro's voice was on the verge of cracking as he spoke. "I am yours and you are mine..." 

"Yes." I whispered, bringing my hands to his head. "It was a careless act, Eş, but it showed me how deeply I care for you." 

"She is right, she cannot be trusted with your care any longer." Oro declared. "Any other master would have her killed." 

My heart thudded loudly in my chest, "What can I do? How can I prove that this will never happen again?" I choked, as tears fell freely. 

He rest his head in my lap. "This cannot be answered tonight, let me think until morning, I would submit my judgment with a clear mind." 

"Thank you." I whispered, leaning forward to kiss the top of his head. 

As I tossed restlessly that night, Oro seemed so cold beside me, offering no warmth to my waiting arms. I had hurt him, after he bared his tender soul to me, after he trusted me to return his love, I hurt him. 

Eventually, my mind stopped racing, and I was able to drift into a fitful slumber, though within hours I would be wide awake once more. 

* 

I was jostled awake by Oro's strong hands. "We have overslept, it is time to get ready." 

I rubbed my bleary eyes, and sat up in the bed, where I had been sprawled out trying to reach the far corners. "The time?" 

"Late, as I stated." Oro's demeanor was still as cold as last night, and I felt a ping of worry that his judgment would not be any kinder, despite his rested mind. 

"How did you sleep?" I asked tentatively, swinging my legs off of the bed, and standing slowly as my muscle and bones seemed quite slow. 

"About the same as you." Oro went to the wash basin near the bed, and splashed cool water against his face. "We do not have long before we expected, please be quick." 

Oro wiped away the drops of water that splashed against his chest with a stiff cloth, and rummaged through a clothes rack for a suitable outfit. 

I washed my face at the basin as well, and found the cool water to be refreshing, and dashed away any sleep I still felt in my eyes. The parcel from yesterday was just inside the door, and as I undid the tie, I wondered when it had be brought to our bedchamber. 

Oro was finished dressing long before me, and sat on the stool to watch me as I wrapped the soft red and gold material around my small frame. 

"Gorum, Our Lord in Iron, was merciful in bringing you to me when he did. I may have spent the rest of my life in conflict, waiting for the next fight to take me. Perhaps it was Sarenrae too that helped converge our paths. Regardless of which of the Gods brought us together, I am grateful to have you now, and forever, Eş." Oro commented as he watched me finish securing the cloth under breast. 

I walked over to him and placed my hands on his shoulders, "My previous tryst with Jora is over, you asked for my devotion, what seems like ages ago, and I am prepared to give it to you. Will you allow us to put this behind us?" I asked softly, sitting in his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. "It is over." 

"I have not made my decision, but when I do, my intention will not be to punish you, or hurt you." Oro asserted, and kissed me on the cheek chastely before standing us up, and walking me to the door. 

When Jora met up with us, Oro's tension bubbled forth and his muscles strained beneath his shirt. 

"Majohr-." Jora acknowledged but was cut off by the stern look on Oro's face. 

Why did she have to say anything? Damn her! I thought, biting my lip to help distract myself from looking at her much longer, and potentially angering Oro even further. 

Jora followed us in silence on her horse, as we made our way by travel cart to the palace. My palms were clammy from stress and my stomach was full of knots. 

The palace was entirely made of white stone, that was marbled with flecks of grey. The roof was pitched and rounded in some places, and seemed to shine as if encased in gold. I had the impression that at night it might glow with all the braziers nearby. 

Oro took me by the waist and lifted me down from the cart, wrapping my shaky hand in his. I tried to take a long slow breath to calm myself, but I could not fight the urge that I was going to be sick. 

"O-oro." I stammered, my eyebrows pinched together as I swayed close to the cart. 

Palace guards were stepping forward to greet us with a burly white robed older man. He had a pleasant smile on his face, and raised a hand to hail our arrival. 

The familiar tremor and thick saliva was the only warning I had before I turned to wretch at the side of the cart. 

I felt Oro's strong arm around my back, and his hand still holding mine to help support me. I heard him growl under breath "Stay," which must have been directed towards Jora. 

Suddenly this open space was much more crowded as the white robed man and his guards rushed forward. "şifacı getir!" The man commanded, "Our healer is coming, bayan." The man said to me. 

"Emin, benim teşekkür." Oro replied, rubbing my back as I wretched once more. My body felt quite shakey, and I relied heavily on Oro's support to keep myself upright. 

I had managed to avoid marking my beautiful new dress, and once it seemed that I would no longer become sick, Oro picked me up into his arms, and carried me towards the palace. 

"J-just nerves." I mumbled. 

"Shh." Oro replied and we walked up the white steps, along with the surrounding party. Just as we entered the number of people increased twofold as I counted four other men lined two to each side of the hallway, mixed in with serveral more guards and a petite older female with a small satchel. 

I felt the room closing in, and I started to pant as I begged my body not to betray me in front of all of these people. 

"Buraya." The old healer ushered us into an adjoining chamber that was much more spacious. Oro lay me down onto a tall table, which was cleared quickly by the surrounding men. 

She placed her cool fingers on my forehead, and then my two cheeks. "Sık sık hasta mısın?" She asked. 

"She does not know our language, healer." Oro said. 

"Are you sick often?" She restated. 

"No, I apologize for all of this effort, it is only nerves." I said trying to sit up. 

She placed a hand to my shoulder, asking that I remain laying back. She looked to the other men, "Leave us a moment." 

"Maeva-." One of the guards started in protest. 

"I will be quite fine. Our Majohr may stay to assist, but privacy is needed. Only a moment." Maeva requested softly, before returning her warm eyes to me. 

The room cleared out with the exception of Maeva, Oro, Jora and myself, and I felt much better and less faint. She simulated for me to take long deep breaths and asked Oro in their tongue, "O normalde bu kadar ürkek?" 

Oro shook his head, "Uzun bir gece oldu." I could see Oro's stern expression and Jora stepped forward and whispered, "It is my fault, I am sorry to have caused this trouble." 

"Sessiz olun!" Oro growled and meekly Jora nodded and stepped back. "Do you feel better now, Eş?" 

I nodded, and once more tried to sit up, and rubbed at a cramp that formed in my lower back. "I am embarrased with the attention." 

"Sık sık onu yatak musunuz?" Maeva asked, once more motioning for me to lay back. 

"Evet. Endişe olduğunu?" Oro asked with concern bleeding into his tone. 

"Yok." Maeva laughed. "Hamile olabilir." Maeva's smiled wide and her eyes sparkled with excitement. Oro took a shaky step towards the table, and placed a hand upon my belly. 

"Are you sure?" Oro asked in common. 

I felt panic begin to rise up again, and I looked to Jora's face which did nothing to comfort me as she gazed upon me with worry. "W-what is wrong." 

"Nothing child." Maeva replied with a warm smile. "You will feel my touch, try to breathe deep and calm." 

I felt Maeva's fingers probe my belly, "When was your last bleed, child?" 

I felt white hot realization shoot through me as I contemplated her quesiton, "Many weeks." 

Maeva smiled warmly, "Too soon to be sure, but there are some clear signs." 

Oro gripped my hand firmly, and I thought for a moment, that he might also be feeling faint. "Do you mean I may be with child?" I asked timidly. 

"It is my belief, yes." Maeva stated happily. "I will send with you some wheat and barley, I will leave instructions as to its use, but I believe it will give us our answer." Maeva extended her hand, "Do you feel well enough to stand?" 

"Y-yes." I said shakily, clutching to Oro's hand as he helped me stand. My mind was racing, I had known eventually with my prolonged contact with Oro, and our numerous intimacies that pregnancy was a possibility. I had not planned that it would have happened so suddenly. Rampant fertility was not common among my people, I still remember the smell of incense burning through the streets for prayers to Erastil, asking for a bountiful harvest of the land and body. 

*I am not ready.* I thought. Perhaps Jora would keep her word and help me if I decided not to keep-, no. I struck the thought from my head, that would never be an option. I unconsciously rubbed a hand over my belly, and felt nothing but the soft cloth against my fingertips. 

Back in the hallway came the prying glances of many eyes. Oro carefully guided me through them and into a very large room, with a long table at the center of it. 

The white robed men had already taken a seat at the table, Emin sitting beside the King, in his glorious gold embelished robe. All the men stood, and the King gave a slight nod. "All is well now?" He asked. 

"Yes, King Mazhar, benim teşekkür." Oro replied and bowed deeply. 

I felt a little tug at my fingers, and I also bowed, which brought a slight chuckle from the King. It revealed a caring aspect of his persona. 

"Come, sit, we will talk and feast." King Mazhar motioned to the two chairs to his left, opposite Emin. 

He tapped the chair closest to him and smiled, "Bayan, here please." 

It did not seem very common that I should be sitting to near the King, despite my low status, but I did as he bid me, and sat down, joining my hand with Oro's beneath the cover of the table. 

I felt like my pulse was darting out of control. "Thank you, King Mazhar." I uttered softly. 

As I smelled the food being brought in, my belly growled with anticipation, making my cheeks flush brightly, and I brought a hand to cover my agape mouth. 

Oro stiffled a laugh, as did a few of the other men, and addressed the King, "Biz hamile olduğunu sanıyorum." 

There were several enthusiastic nods and appraising grunts, and I felt my unease grow slightly. "I am sorry, I did not mean to be rude." 

"It must be a boy, for such an appetite to manifest." The King joked and raised a glass of water up, "Tebrikler! Iyi yaşamak." 

Glasses were raised in salute, and sips were taken round the table. Servants brought in the morning meal, which consisted of a water fowl of some sort, boiled eggs, goats milk, rye bread and a bowls of lushly colored fruit. 

King Mazhar filled his plate first, before directing the servants from left to right around the table. Despite my growling stomach, we waited to eat until Enim, who was last to be met with food, had filled his plate. I am not sure what I expected as I looked around the table at my eating companions, there was no slob among them, though maybe a couple were quite boisterous. 

I smiled as I looked around the table, enjoying the succulent fruits and savory fowl. "Your home is very beautiful." I offered in polite praise to the King. 

"It is, though it has little to do with my effort. My Eşim has an eye for these things." King Mazhar mused. "She wanted to meet you, but she is full with child, and Maeva insists on bedrest." 

"I shall have to come by again, it would be an honor to meet your Eşim." I encouraged, and when there was a break in our chatter, I supplied my mouth with another bite of rye. 

"Do you feel better now?" Oro whispered to my ear, a hand resting on my thigh. 

I nodded, "Yes, thank you." I brought a few grapes to my mouth, and popped them in one at a time, with a large grin as the last one burst deliciously in my mouth. 

"Tell me, bayan, how do you like life in Barbos?" The King asked directly, folding his hand over the other, on top of the table, pushing his plate forward, to signify that he was finished. 

Around the room you could hear similar motions of plates being moved, as the rest of the men followed suit. Though I was not quite finished, I understand that this must be another custom, so I too pushed my plate forward, choosing to rest my hands in my lap. This seemed to please the King, and even more so when I answered, "It is very nice here, very different from Lamoria, but pleasant." 

"Very different indeed. Do you miss Lamoria?" King Mazhar queried, eyes intently reading my own. 

"Miss Lamoria? No. I miss my father, who I presume remains in that region. Have you ever lived in Lamoria King Mazhar?" I countered, showing enough grace to avoid seeming to forward. 

"No. I have lived in Barbos all my life. My father's father, once ruled in Lamoria, but when he was overcome fled our people to Barbos. You are young, bayan, but for many of us the fight is still fresh in memory." The King rubbed a hand against his black mustache and continued, "I was handed the divine torch to reclaim our homeland, by my father in his last days." 

"Did you ever wish the war to end?" I asked meekly, rubbing my hands together underneath the table. 

"No leader wants to witness the death and toil of his people." He replied. "I was quite suprised to hear that Majohr Oro decided to return home, to serve on my council, and train our veteran elite. I heard rumor of a pale woman at the heart of it, I felt a strong hope for the future of our people." King Mazrah stated, looking to Oro next to me, with a guarded smile. 

"I am not sure I understand your meaning." I demurred. 

"The old way is one fought in the footsteps of Gorum, Lord of Iron, forever to battle against a known enemy. Are you my enemy?" King Mazrah asked. 

"N-no." I protested, bringing my hands to the table, my fingers fanning out in display. 

"I agree. The new way requires peace among old foes, after this much history it is not easy to come by. Governor Aryn was to be my mouthpiece in Lamoria, to help reign in the north, and bring about peace once rebellion had been laid to rest." My heart sped up at the mention of my rapist's name. "When he was found mutilated, in a Gaul burrow, I thought there may be no turning the tides of this fight." 

"What?" I asked. "He was f-found in a *Gaul* burrow? What does that mean?" I looked to Oro with piercing eyes. 

Oro swallowed audibly, and took a deep breath, "My King, may I answer that for you?" There was a non-verbal queue that prompted Oro to continue. "Governor Aryn was found in a Gaul slave burrow, often used for pleasure. It is our belief that he was brought there by the rebellion-." 

My lips formed a thin line, it was no rebellion that took the Governor's life. It was me, and in so doing I placed my people at great risk of retribution. "Did you find the men responsible?" 

A young strong man with dark skin, and red hair spoke up, "Aye." 

I felt as though I might be sick. "What became of them?" 

"Cenk." Oro said, looking to red beard, and shook his head. This was not something he wanted me to hear, but in the same moment it was all I needed to know. 

"Y-you believe you can still turn the tides?" I choked, fighting tears back from my eyes. 

"I believe so, but not without great cost. Since Sarin's temporary status as Governor of Lamoria, uprisings have increased two-fold, and without proper structure the city may be torn apart. Sarin must be replaced, and rather soon, as the conditions he has cultivated have made Lamoria unsafe for our people, and yours-." 

"What conditions?" I interrupted the King. 

"Reinstitution of slavery, old punishment rites and public executions. It is not my will, to have us return to the dark ages." King Mazhar described. 

I remembered Sarin as a slimy man, not one to make a large production of force. I thought of the countless people that lived in Lamoria that could be impacted by his brutality, and my thoughts flashed to my father, a stubborn owl of a man. 

"So what will you do?" I questioned with a hint of exasperation. 

"It is not what I will do, bayan, it is what Majohr Oro, and you will do." The King explained and I heard Oro's deep inhale before he spoke. 

"What would you have us do, my King?" 

"I would have you lead a party in Lamoria, control the rebellion, and depose Sarin by my decree. Lamorian guards will fall to your command, and you will have the support of Kaptan Jakob, and Kaptan Plemons." King Mazhar, rubbed a thumb and forefinger at the bridge of his nose. "Your Eş will accompany you on this journey, I believe her presense will help the transition of her people." 

"I am not known among my people, I am no one." I doubted, and Oro placed a hand on my thigh, to dissuade me from interrupting the King further. 

"You are Gaul, and you will become the figure they need to see. As the both of you come in to restore order, removing Sarin, they will be grateful to you, and with your unity you will be able to encourage peace among the people. It may take many years, but time can remove pain from the past." The King finished. 

I could not stand idly by in this life, while injustice was invoked upon my people. Would I sell my people a dream to save them? Yes, I would. "It will be done, King Mazhar." My words were full of fire for Sarin, I had killed one Governor, what was one more? 

The King smiled with praise, "Very well. I shall make the arrangements." 

"My King." Oro spoke up. 

"Yes?" 

Oro cleared his throat and spoke clearly, "I would send Jora, Esyld's Bekçi in advance. She would provide support to Kaptan Jakob to help subdue any radicals, and gain the loyalty of Sarin." 

My heart fell into my stomach, so this was his judgment, to send her away. I did not dwell on it long, for I knew that we too would be heading to Lamoria, and that time between would seem short in comparison to our bond. 

"Very well. I would suggest sending your men along with her, so that your support is already in play by the time you take a swift vessel back to Lamoria." King Mazhar proposed. 

"Agreed." Oro declared, he turned to Jora standing at the corner of the room, her expression a mystery and said, "Gather a pack, join the men at the barracks, and await orders from your King." 

"Aye, Majohr Oro. It has been my pleasure to serve you and your Eş." Jora choked, and I thought for a moment I witnessed a tear roll down her eyes before she left the dining hall. 

King Mazhar tapped his chin, "That is another piece we must address. Your Eş, is part of your house, she bares your sigil, but it must be made official, otherwise she may look no better than a slave to her people." He paused a moment and looked from Oro to me, "You shall carry his name, as you carry his child." 

Though it was not spoken as a question, the King provided me a clear choice in his tone, I could accept this title, this life, if I wanted. The thought of being heavy with child was overwhelming, and brought on a protective nature of my personality that was hidden before. By becoming Oro's life mate, and traveling to Lamoria to sell the King's dream, I could remain with Oro, and truly help protect my people. I was happy to comply and nodded gently in response. "Yes, my King." 

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Postscript: This Chapter is the last of this section, though I plan to continue on with the storyline. However it will take me longer to write the second half of this story, so please be patient. So yes, in short I'm leaving you with a major cliffhanger, I hope you have enjoyed the story thus far and when the last portions of this story are completed, I hope it will have been worth the wait! - Lys