His word for yes sounds the same as the way we say ours: “Yoh.”
I have no time to react.Leaning over the barricade, one of the wolf men throws a short thong of leather weighted down at each end into the pen.Whipping around my ankles, the bonds hobble me as I try to run away.I go crashing into the snow like a felled tree.
Covering the other men with bows nocked with arrows, all my companions can do is watch helplessly as I am dragged out of the pen.
They are dragging me to the tent, which has been lowered to the ground.
My death is so close, I can taste it.
My captors throw me through the tent flaps without any ceremony.A husky voice, full of hunger and triumph, gloats over me.
“So young, so beautiful.Come here, my handsome lover.Let me look at you under the lamplight.”She speaks my language with a trilling, elegant accent.
The warmth and glow from the oil lamp encourages me to open my eyes.I am aware of my gory clothes and blood-encrusted skin.I killed many men before they were able to capture me alive.
“Are you the Goddess of Death?”
She looks like a human female.The woman’s skin is golden from the light.Her long red hair flows like fire down her back.Her pale eyes are like two flints of granite.She is indescribably gorgeous as she leans back against the soft cushions scattered on the ground.
The only clothing she wears is her long hair.A plate of burning embers warms the inside of the tent, so the tips of her rounded breasts are relaxed and smooth.The thick bush between her thighs is bright orange-red, like a sunset.
When she laughs, it sounds like water tinkling into a sunny pool.
“Nay, I am just a witch woman.A lonely enchantress looking for love.Some would call me the Queen of the Wolves.The Blood Empress.”
She holds her hand out to me and pats the cushions.“Come and lie with me.That is all I ask.If you please me, I will spare your life.”
I am a man who speaks his mind.
“You want me to fuck you until that fat, red cat of yours spasms?You will not be the first woman to scream the names of the gods as I plow her field, just so you know.”
Again, she laughs.“Oh, I am going to love you.”Spreading her thighs, the woman shows me the tight slit.Sliding her finger between the plump lips, she reveals the glistening juices to me.
I can’t help myself from engorging.All I can think about is fucking her.She has such dainty, pretty feet.
Stripping off my clothes, I no longer care about my sweat-soaked, blood-streaked body.The woman’s eyes widen when she sees my mounting excitement.
“My eyes did not lie when I saw you and your companions swinging your swords with such precision.When a man handles himself like that in battle, I can tell that he is hiding a long and thick brutish weapon under his loincloth.”
Taking myself in hand, I stroke myself as I kneel down between her legs.But instead of guiding my throbbing cock into that tight crevice, I lift her foot up to my mouth.
She pouts like a greedy child.
“You might get rock hard from sucking my toes, warrior, but I do not.”
Ignoring her, I jerk my fist up and down my rigid shaft and close my eyes as I lick the foot’s arch.I have always adored this part of a woman’s body.When I touch and suck a female foot, it makes her seem like a beautiful goddess in my mind.
Her throaty purr demands I pay attention to her.
“Do as I command before I lose patience.”
Leaning over her, I bend my head to lick the narrow cleft and hooded clit.It shocks me when I feel how silken soft the red bush is.No stray hairs come loose or stick on my tongue.And the juice in the cleft tastes coppery with blood.
She stares up at me and licks her mouth as I lower myself into her.I have control in everything I do.I will ride this bitch until she begs me for mercy.I do not care how tight and wet her love passage feels to my rampant manhood.I am the stallion, and she is my mare.My will is to dominate her into submission.
The heat in the tent gets humid as I drive myself deep, but her eyes don’t even wrinkle with discomfort as she takes every part of me inside her.I nearly lose myself once I am balls deep inside her cloying quim, but her skin is cold enough to make me concentrate.
Am I plowing snow or fucking a woman?Still, her moist canal clasps my cock so tight that the pressure starts to build.
