The birds had left the sky for their nests and all around them the sounds of night began to stir. Crickets chirped over the breeze. The occasional frog’s croak would echo up the hill from the stream.
Neither of the men had eaten, both of them too busy contemplating their plight and the princess who slept in their tent. Vorag stopped at the crest of the hill and took a deep breath of evening air.
Golar turned to look at his brother.
“This is a mistake,” Vorag said quietly.
Golar searched his brother’s eyes for what he meant. “Mistake?”
Vorag shook his head. “She is spoiled and small and doesn’t know our ways,” he grumbled. “What if she cannot carry a Grahr’s offspring? What if she is not strong enough for our seed?”
Golar contemplated the question. “She will. There have been others. Vala is one. She is from the valley.”
“Her mother was,” Vorag countered. “Her father was Grahr.”
Golar nodded. “The princess will need training, yes.”
“Training?” Vorag asked. “She does not know how to be a Grahr wife!” he said, his voice rising in frustration. “How will she take us both?”
Golar thought again. “The healer will have the answers. There have been others. He has done this before.”
“Bah!” Vorag said, swiping a paw in the air. “I don’t want to spend my time training a female to be a proper wife! There are other matters to be dealt with! Let someone else have her!”
Golar shook his head. “The union is for our people,” he said, reminding his brother of the reason they had her. “Sadon will not raise a force against the land where his sister is queen.”
“Half-sister,” Vorag corrected.
“It doesn’t matter. We need their grapes and their grain. It will mean no more raiding. No more battles. We can send settlers over the mountains to the other side when we have more food and supplies.”
Vorag huffed, apparently not interested in hearing what good it might bring.
“It was always Father’s wish,” Golar said, growing impatient at having to convince Vorag of a destiny they both must face.
The statement was met with a rough grunt. “Your hand will be sore from correcting her.”
“So be it,” Golar said. “She may be from the valley but her body is beautiful. And ripe.”
Finally, Vorag nodded, agreeing with at least this. “She is ready to be bred. I smelled it on her earlier.”
“Good. We will take her tonight. As soon as the blessing is complete.”
They both turned at the sound of footsteps behind them. It was Vala. “Brothers? The healer is here.”
The two warriors looked at each other and nodded. “Go and fetch her,” Golar ordered. “We will wait by the fire.”
Vala nodded, turned and headed toward the tent where Helena was sleeping.
Golar put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “We must make the best of this. For our people.”
Vorag grunted again.
The two men walked into the circle of tents and toward the fire where the healer and the rider they’d sent were waiting.
* * *
“Helena? Helena.”
Helena groaned at being awoken and squeezed her eyes shut. She’d never felt so tired and wished that whoever was trying to get her up would just go away. The sound of a fire and the smell of a fresh summer night’s breeze flooded her mind with the memory of where she was.
Her eyes opened wide and she sat upright in the large bed. Looking around, her eyes settled on Vala who had stepped back. Bitterness filled her heart at what the woman had done and the memory of how she had been punished for it.
“You are angry,” Vala said quietly.
Pursing her lips, Helena turned away before realizing she had been undressed completely and was now sitting stark naked on the bed. She covered her soft breasts with her arm and pressed her other hand against her exposed pussy after swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.
“I am sorry.”
Vala’s soft apology sounded sincere and made Helena look at the woman again. Her expression seemed sincere but Helena could not let go of the shame she’d felt on the hill earlier that afternoon. “Where are my clothes?” she said, her voice curt.
“They are over there,” Vala said, pointing. “But… you will not need them. Not until the morning.”
“What?”
“The healer is here. He just arrived. The ceremony will begin soon.”
Helena huffed at the reply. “What do you mean I won’t need them?”
Vala stepped closer, cautiously at first, as if worried that Helena might snap at her again. Then, just as slowly, lowered herself to sit next to Helena on the bed of pillows. “There is not much time,” she whispered. “I don’t want you to be angry with me.”
Helena sighed but was at a loss for how to respond. Vala really did sound earnest in her request. “Why did you do that?” she said, shooting her an angry glare.
“Do what? In the grass?” Vala asked.
“Yes! Why did you… touch me like that? In front of everyone!”
Vala shook her head, confused. “Didn’t you like it?”
Helena opened her mouth but didn’t speak, at a loss as to how to react. “I… it’s not that I didn’t like it, it’s just… they all saw me like that!”
Vala looked puzzled. “There is nothing wrong with it,” she explained.
“Nothing wrong?” Helena hissed. “There is everything wrong with it! People are not supposed to see other people like that!”
“Oh. I remember. You mean shame?”
Helena’s impatience began to boil inside her again. “Yes. Shame. Are you happy? I said it! Is that what you wanted?”
“No. I don’t want that from you. I don’t want you to feel like that. For us there is no shame. For us it is a joy to feel that way.”
Helena’s mouth formed a tight line. What did that mean anyway? How could these… these barbarians feel no shame at something so personal and intimate as others staring when that happened?
“Helena,” Vala began, “my people, our people, are excited for your coming. You will be our new queen. But…” Vala paused, as if searching for words. “But you will have to learn our ways. Maybe our men do things differently than yours. You will have to become used to this. I meant you no harm with what I did. I thought it would make us closer. I only wanted to help.”
Helena looked at Vala out of the corner of her eye. She sounded just as sincere about the explanation as she had about the apology. Perhaps she was telling the truth?
Still… how would she ever be able to forgive her for what she’d done?
“Vala? Washet fer egenebele? Kolar wirat.”
Helena shrank at the sound of Vorag’s low voice coming from the tent flap as she looked to see him peering inside. She became even more aware of how naked she was.
Vala turned to look at her and smiled. “Come,” she whispered. “It is time.”
As Vala helped her off the bed of pillows, Helena turned to walk to the pile of clothes lying in one corner of the tent. Vala gripped her arm. “I told you, not until tomorrow. You will be clothed again when we travel.”
Helena’s jaw dropped as Vala pulled her toward the door. “Wait, what? But… are the others outside?”
“Yes,” Vala said, nodding and smiling. “They are all waiting for you to arrive!”
Helena glanced down at her pale, naked flesh. “But… but…” she stammered.
Vala came up close and put a hand on her cheek. “No harm will come to you tonight. You have my promise.”
Still shaking her head with disbelief, Helena let herself be led out through the tent flap nonetheless. She squinted against the sudden bright light of the fire. As her eyes adjusted to the change in brightness, the others came into view.
Vorag and Golar were standing to the other side of the fire wearing nothing but cloths around their loins. Each warrior had a long, hard bulge between his legs. T
heir skin looked stretched taut over their muscles, as if they were flexing, glistening in the orange light.
Beside them stood another man. He was not nearly as large but still larger than most at Dunkeep. It was the first she’d seen him and Helena realized this must be the healer that had been summoned. The rest stood in a sort of half-circle on the other side of the fire.
Helena felt her cheeks heat in another blush. Still trying to cover herself, she let Vala lead her around the flames until she stood in front of the two barbarians who loomed over her, towers of muscle.
“Pernek foret?” the man she’d never seen before asked.
Golar nodded at him and he nodded back.
“Ver, ver,” the man said, pointing at a small bench that had been set up next to the fire. It was the height of a table and square with what looked to be an angled, cushioned back on one side.
“He means you should get up,” Vala explained.
“Get… get up?” Helena stammered.
“Yes. Do not worry. It will be alright.”
In front of her, Golar extended a hand. Helena realized it was meant for her and took it. This caused her to uncover her sex and she squeezed her legs together to try to compensate to keep her softest part from view.
Golar stepped forward, forcing her to take a step back. She felt the bench touch her bottom.
“You must get onto it,” Golar said.
With the huge warrior standing in front of her, Helena could do nothing but what he asked. She lifted one buttock, slid up onto the smooth bench, then lifted the other. A slight relief passed through her. Perhaps she would at least have her back to the others and they would be unable to see any of her private parts?
As soon as she was seated on the bench, Golar lowered her hand. But instead of dropping it, he dropped to his knees.
Helena sucked in a breath as she looked over to see that he was tying her wrist to one leg of the bench. Before she could react, her arm had been fastened in place and Golar was working at tying the other to the other side. “Wait!” Helena whimpered.
Golar looked up with a furrowed brow.
“Don’t worry,” Vala soothed. “Everything will be alright.”
Soon her other hand had been tied to the other leg forcing her to lie back against the angled rest and thrusting her breasts out and up.
A wave of shame flooded through her as her nipples hardened in the cool night. Now there could be no doubt that everyone assembled around the fire could see how her body was reacting to what Golar had done.
Her pussy pulsed and began to dampen and Helena felt as helpless as she ever had, completely at the mercy of the two giant warriors staring down at her. She turned to look at Vala, her expression filled with panic.
“It is alright,” Vala said, trying to calm her down.
Her breath came more quickly and her heart pounded inside her chest. She felt like an animal, tied and trapped, being stared at, exhibited for all to see.
As Golar stood up, Vorag came to stand beside him.
Helena caught the motion of the bulge between his legs bouncing and couldn’t look away. Despite her shame, she couldn’t ignore the curiosity that was swelling inside her at what lay beneath the folds of their loincloths.
“Peret hau waytey!” the healer intoned, holding his hands up toward the sky.
Helena’s eyes went wide with panic at being the center of this strange, barbaric rite.
Golar and Vorag both stepped forward and each of them grabbed one of her ankles, then brought her legs up, resting her feet against their hard chests.
Any hope of keeping the softest part of her concealed vanished in that moment. She felt her tight sex split open with a soft, wet sound.
Both of the warriors looked down.
Helena writhed on the bench, her wrists straining against the ropes that held her fast, legs flexing as she tried to free herself from the barbarians’ firm grasp. There was no hope.
As the two warriors stared down at her core, both of their cocks flexed, hardening and standing up, stiff columns between their legs.
Helena shuddered. Then she felt the hot spill of liquid trickling out of her pussy again. The ball of wetness dribbled down her slit and down into the cleft her bottom cheeks made, slickening her tight bottom hole.
The healer lowered his arms and stepped between the two warriors. Suddenly there were three sets of eyes staring at her softest place and not just two.
The healer bent down and Helena heard the slosh of water being poured into a vessel. Her whole body was burning with embarrassment and just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, she felt something cold and hard press against her tight back hole.
“Ah!” she gasped as the object pressed against her tight ring of muscle, probing inside. She bucked against her restraints and the strong hands holding her but could barely budge.
The hard, thin object slid into her and a moment later Helena felt the cold rush of water begin to fill her backside.
She sucked in a breath at the unfamiliar sensation. Pulse after pulse of the liquid gushed into her ass, a stark contrast to the heat that filled the rest of her insides. Helena wriggled again but could barely move at all. There was nothing to be done.
Resigned to her plight, she let out a whimper as the water filled her up until she felt like it was going to begin spilling back out.
The thin object slipped out and Helena clenched her buttocks to keep what was inside her from spilling out.
The healer smiled. He looked up approvingly at Vorag, then Golar and nodded. “Fegedre,” he said, chuckling. “Fegedre bosham.”
The two warriors shared a quick glance before their eyes returned to stare at Helena.
Helena felt the tears come behind her eyes. She had never felt so humiliated in her life! Her whole body was exposed to all these strangers and not just the men meant to be her husbands, which was strange enough. But now, as she struggled to contain the water inside herself, her nipples hardened even more and her pussy began to squeeze, pushing out pulse after pulse of her hot liquid until it coated her soft folds.
There could be no doubt that the barbarians could see it all.
“Veret,” the healer said, snapping her out of the depths of her embarrassment.
Helena felt a quick slap on the softest part of her cheek, just below her thigh. Somehow, the sharp touch made her muscles go slack.
As her bottom relaxed, the fluid rushed out of her, splashing into whatever vessel the healer was holding just beneath her.
An approving murmur from those standing behind her sent fresh waves of shame coursing through her but all she could do was wait and stare up into the hard eyes of her warriors.
Through all of the discomfort and shame, the needing, greedy feeling, the ache that had plagued her when she’d been spanked began to grow inside her belly and her core.
The healer stepped aside, took a few steps further into the darkness, then sent the water sloshing out into the field behind the tents. When he came back into the circle of light from the fire, he clapped his hands together over his head, then waved them toward her. “Zogati mele. Zogati,” he muttered.
Golar’s cock bounced. Still holding her ankle, he sank down onto his knees, his mouth just inches away from her soft, slick pussy.
Helena gasped and turned to Vala, hoping that the woman could do something to spare her from whatever was about to happen next.
“He will honour you now,” Vala said quietly, nodding and smiling.
Before Helena could react to what she’d said, the warmest, wettest feeling gripped her between the legs. She looked down her body, past her nipples that were stiff as pebbles now, to see Golar’s eyes staring back at her from between her soft thighs.
His mouth was locked firmly over her sex. His tongue plied between her folds, then swept up to find the place Vala had stroked in the grass earlier that day.
Her mind was drenched in bliss and Helena threw her head back and moaned at the night sky.
/> Golar’s hot tongue lashed against her drenched sex, coating it with heat. Every few swipes he would pierce her opening with it, spreading her pussy and lapping at her slick walls.
Helena felt as if she were drowning in pleasure under the barbarian’s strong mouth. Her thighs shook against his cheeks.
Golar pulled his tongue from her, swept up and found her now throbbing nub. A wild look filled his eyes. A moment later he began the same motion Vala had done. His tongue spun circle after tight circle around the spot.
Helena bucked and mewled as her body filled with pleasure. She felt like every part of her was swelling and that soon she would burst.
The tickling ache drowned out any shame she might feel and try as she might she could not stop staring at what Golar was doing between her legs. Only when the searing heat became too much did she throw her head back and moan.
Her body began to shake. Her thighs squeezed Golar’s strong jaw. Her hips bucked up, offering him her softest place like a gift.
His hand tightened, still holding her ankle. Another crawled up around her other leg and up her body, cupping her breast. A finger and a thumb closed on her nipple, pressed the hard bud between them then, and twisted.
A sharp pain shot through her, piercing the heat in her core and sending her over into the abyss of pleasure with a loud shout. The sensation wrapped itself around her mind.
As she began to recover, floating back into herself, back into the realization that she was still tied down on a bench in the middle of a field, surrounded by strangers staring at what had just happened, Helena watched Golar rise from between her legs.
His face was slathered in her liquid. It dripped from his chin onto his chest as he stood up. Still, she could not look away from his penetrating eyes. Just as she thought it was over, thought that she might get some respite and be allowed to crawl back into the large bed of pillows inside the tent again, Vorag knelt in front of her.
His mouth pressed against her sex.
Her body shook. She screamed into the night again as his tongue began to work her throbbing pussy, knowing she was helpless to stop him and that the ceremony wouldn’t end until her body flexed for him the same way it had for Golar.
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