Helena’s eyes rolled back as the first fierce blast of pleasure shot up from between her legs. She welcomed it with another shout.
Chapter Seven
Vorag settled Helena’s voluptuous, limp body on the plush bed of pillows inside the tent.
Outside the sounds of the others celebrating the ceremony drifted over the crackle of the fire and the sounds of night rising from the valley.
Vorag could barely take his eyes from their prize.
“She is tired,” Golar said next to him.
Vorag glanced at his brother. Golar’s cock was as hard as his. Surely he didn’t mean that…
“Maybe we should wait?” Golar asked.
Vorag scowled, grunted, and climbed up onto the bed as he undid the loincloth that covered his cock. “You are welcome to,” he growled, letting the backs of his fingers drift over the pale skin of Helena’s cheek. “I am taking what is mine tonight.”
With a final yank he unsheathed his cock and threw the loincloth off to the side of the tent. His hand slid down Helena’s soft neck, onto her chest, then beneath her breast. He cupped the soft flesh with his rough and weathered skin.
Helena stirred to life. Her eyes fluttered open and her mouth began moving as if she were trying to say something.
Vorag couldn’t help but smile. This was nothing at all like he thought it would be. It was the farthest thing from a chore he could imagine. Tasting her sweet pussy had made his cock harden and a need well inside him like he’d never felt before.
Before she could protest, he rolled onto her, splaying her plush thighs open with one of his knees and lowering himself toward her core.
Helena gasped. Her eyes widened and her chest swelled as her back arched off the bed. “What… what are you…”
“Shh,” Vorag whispered as he lowered his mouth to her neck. His lips locked onto her soft flesh, his tongue tasting the tinge of sweat and summer that coated her. He sucked the skin into his mouth and felt her writhe beneath him, her legs opening a little wider as he did. Vorag growled.
Helena shuddered as he released the kiss and found another spot. A small red stain began to form where he’d sucked her skin, hard enough to darken it. She did nothing to protest.
Vorag kissed and suckled his way down toward her collarbone, his cock swelling between his legs with each sweet taste of his new wife.
“Oh, gods…” Helena whispered. “Oh, gods…”
The tangy-sweet smell of her pussy juices spilling rose up from between her legs and drifted up their bodies.
Vorag slid lower with his mouth, over the soft flesh of her breast until her nipple was at his lips. He sucked it into his mouth with a greedy slurp. Looking up at Helena, he found her staring down, shock and awe all across her face. He couldn’t resist a smile.
Suckling on her nipple, he felt it harden in his mouth. He put his hand on her breast and squeezed, then nibbled gently at the bud with his teeth.
Dag’s thunder, I will enjoy this…
Behind him he heard Golar pacing and he smiled at his brother’s impatience. He would certainly not be so willing to wait his turn until tomorrow anymore!
Vorag swept across Helena’s chest in a long lick, his tongue trailing across her other teat until he sucked her other nipple into his mouth and coaxed it to hardness the same way he had the first.
She was writhing beneath him, her moans growing louder and he could feel the excitement and desire in her body. Her education in what it meant to be a Grahr bride would be quick but it was only just beginning.
Once her other nipple had stiffened to his liking, he lifted up to look into her eyes.
She was wearing a desperately needy expression, her lips quivering, her body trembling with desire.
Vorag took his shaft in hand.
Her eyes grazed down his body to stare at the hardened column of flesh.
A grin cracked on one side of Vorag’s mouth. “You’ve never seen a cock before, have you?”
Helena bit her lower lip but didn’t raise her eyes to meet his. She shook her head, her red tresses sliding along her pale shoulders as she did.
Vorag sank onto her but held himself up with one elbow. “Dag’s thunder, I can’t wait to be inside you. Can’t have you wondering what it feels like in your hand though, can I?”
Helena’s expression turned to puzzlement and it was only then that Vorag realized he’d been speaking in his native tongue. He laughed quietly, took her hand and together they reached down until her fingers wrapped around his shaft. “See? You’ve only felt that through cloth before. That’s how it really feels.”
Helena’s eyes widened as she stared at the hard column of flesh in her hand. After a moment, abandoning her shyness, she began stroking it, tracing the lines of thick, craggy veins that ran along the firm flesh.
Vorag growled. The smile left his lips and lust surged through him, hardening his cock in her hand.
Helena seemed to respond to his excitement with her own. She glanced up, realizing that she’d done something to elicit his reaction. Her eyes filled with wonder.
Something inside Vorag snapped. Yanking her hand out from between them, he grabbed her other wrist and pinned both arms to the bed.
Helena whimpered as she stared up into his eyes but her legs opened, unfolding her soft, wet petals to his iron shaft.
With another rough grunt, Vogar pressed the bulbous head of his cock against her sex.
Helena sucked in a breath and her eyes went wide.
Lust overwhelmed the hard warrior. He flexed his body overtop of hers and drove himself inside her slippery, hot pussy with a hard thrust.
Helena’s back arched off the bed again, pressing her soft breasts to his strong chest. She let out a moan as he came against her soft maidenhead and paused.
Her breath was coming quickly and he could feel her pussy pulsing around his hardness and her heart beating inside her chest. Her excitement only stiffened his arousal.
Vorag surged deeper, piercing her soft protection, his cock plunging deep into her sex.
* * *
The pain of his thrust was over almost before she could think about it, replaced by the deepest, most satisfying relief of the ache that had been throbbing inside her being filled.
Her legs opened for him as he drove up into her hot sex, as if trying to reach her deepest parts.
Her mind swam with confusion and pleasure but she could make sense of none of it. He was on top of her and inside her and their bodies locking together at the sexes seemed to turn him into an animal.
He writhed above her, his long, hard shaft gliding out of her hot pussy, then pressing back in.
Overwhelmed by the feeling of someone else, especially this barbarian being inside her, Helena felt another tightening inside herself as her body climbed toward release again.
There was nothing soft or gentle about what he was doing to her. His hard body slammed against her over and over, muscles flexing, his cock hardening each time it drove up into her.
Almost without her willing it, Helena’s body began moving in time with his rough thrusts.
“Yes, princess,” Vorag grunted.
Hearing him say the word princess as he was doing such a lewd thing to her only heightened her pleasure. She began to buck and writhe against him as she felt another climax grow inside her.
Vorag’s breathing turned into a grunting pant as he fucked his cock into her harder and harder.
Finally, when she thought she could take no more, she felt it flex as stiff as rock and begin to pulse. He was filling her with his seed.
Helena screamed and her legs wrapped around his trunk as she tried to pull him closer, as her body accepted the gift of his essence and begged for more.
It was not long after he had finished that Helena drifted off to sleep, exhausted by the ordeal.
Chapter Eight
Voices drifted into the dream Helena had been having. Back at the castle, standing on the turret she used to climb as a child
to watch the bustle in the village below.
These voices weren’t speaking the language of the valley. She opened her eyes.
The inside of the tent looked different in the morning light. The colors were softer and it felt less foreign now that she’d slept there twice.
Again the memory of where she was and what had happened to her the night before trickled into her mind. She sat up, wincing at the soreness between her legs. That made her think of what the barbarians had done and that, in turn, brought some heat to her cheeks but not nearly as much as the day before.
A smile formed on her mouth and she wasn’t sure why. She sighed and tried to put her finger on what the feeling was drifting inside her, keeping to the shadows.
The tent flap opened and Vala stepped in, smiling. “Good. You are awake,” she chirped as she made her way over to the bed of pillows.
“I am,” Helena replied quietly. Glancing down, she realized she was still completely naked and she reached over to cover herself with one of the furs they’d slept under.
The memory of being surrounded by the barbarians’ hard bodies made her shudder in the most pleasant way.
“I will get your clothes for you,” Vala said as she walked over to the heap by the side of the tent. “You are the last to rise but Vorag and Golar said we must not wake you.”
Helena’s mouth twisted into a funny smile and a whisper of that same feeling she couldn’t place tickled her insides. “They said not to wake me?” she asked.
Vala came over and dropped the dress and underthings Helena had worn the day before, onto the bed. She shook her head. “Yes. Many times we told them that we must go but they would not listen. They said something about you being tired?” Vala raised one eyebrow and smiled with the same side of her mouth.
Helena covered her mouth as she giggled.
Vala sat down on the bed beside her. “So? Did I tell you? Was it right what I told you? That it was the best thing you have ever felt?” she asked, her voice quiet.
Helena looked away, unable to look into her eyes. Suddenly the memory of what Vala had done to her the day before, how she’d embarrassed her in front of the rest of the group came flooding back, filling Helena with a coldness toward the woman.
Vala seemed to notice. Her brow furrowed as she asked, “Helena? What is it?”
Helena shook her head, stood up and started to dress, ignoring that Vala was looking at her. She remembered the promise she’d made to herself.
I will do my duty for my people but I will not enjoy it.
It was all coming into much clearer focus now that she was waking up. The spanking she’d received from Golar, the way Vala had made her… done that thing to her while everyone watched. The ceremony, that terrible embarrassing ceremony.
Now that she remembered it, she could barely think of going outside of the tent and looking any of the others in the eye.
Her resolve hardened with each memory. She would not let her guard down. She would do what was required of her and no more.
“Helena?” Vala asked again.
“Yes?” Helena replied, straightening the front of her white dress. She looked down with disdain at the primitive furs Vala was wearing. She had to remember, these were barbarians, not civilized folk. She wasn’t in the valley any more.
“You are… different. What is happening?”
Helena shook her head and started walking toward the tent flap. “It’s nothing. Let’s go outside. Is there any breakfast? I’m starving.” She didn’t look at Vala again, instead flipped the tent flap open, squinting against the bright morning light.
A few feet away from the opening of the tent, Golar and Vorag were standing with one of the other men, pointing up the hills toward the mountains, then looking at the sky.
Helena looked up to see the clouds that were forming in the west. They looked dark and ominous but far away.
As soon as the two warriors noticed her, they both turned to stare.
Helena shot them a weak smile and walked toward the smouldering embers of the fire. One of the women she recognized from the night before was stirring a large pot hung on a tripod over the pit. “Um, is there anything to eat?” Helena asked.
The woman gave her a meek look and shook her head.
Helena realized she didn’t understand a thing she was saying. She looked around. Vala was stepping out of the tent but her smile was gone. Helena decided against asking her to translate. Instead, she turned to the woman, smiled, and made a motion like she was spooning something into her mouth. “Eat,” she said. “Eat. For me?” She pointed at her chest.
The woman’s eyes twinkled with recognition. She smiled widely, nodded, scooped a bowl from the ground and ladled up a portion of the thick stew into it.
Helena smiled at her. “Eat,” she repeated. “Eat.”
“Djar,” the woman said, mimicking the motion. “Djar.”
“Djar,” Helena echoed but the word sounded different than when the woman had said it.
The woman started giggling, which made Helena blush but she thanked her with a nod and walked over to one of the large boulders perched at the crest of the hill. She sniffed the stew and was pleasantly surprised by the aromatic smell. Dipping the wooden spoon into the bowl, she took a bite.
Whatever meat had been cooked in the stew melted on her tongue in an explosion of flavor. Helena quickly took another bite, enjoying the breakfast after realizing she had barely eaten anything the day before.
“Perek tefwat.”
Helena spun around, startled by the low voice that suddenly seemed so close. The bowl nearly flew from her hands and she managed to latch onto it at the last moment.
Golar was towering over her, wearing his usual stern expression, arms crossed.
A shiver of excitement trembled through Helena as she looked up into his eyes and remembered what Vorag had done to her the night before. She looked away almost immediately, blushing with shame.
“You know what means?” Golar asked.
Helena shook her head, having forgotten he’d spoken the words.
“Good… good…” Golar frowned. He turned and looked behind him. Locating Vala, he called out her name and waved her over. He asked her something Helena couldn’t make out.
Vala looked at her with a chill in her stare. “He wants to wish you good taste. For your food. Er shawat?” She looked back up at Golar.
He scowled at her, but nodded.
Vala walked away, back to packing up the tent without another glance at Helena.
Helena’s heart sank. She wondered if she was being too hard. After all, Vala had been the only one who had seemed friendly and now she was pushing her away because of… because of that.
She glanced up at Golar to find him still staring at her with his penetrating gaze. She began scooping big spoonfuls of the stew into her mouth, eager to get away. When she’d finished, she shot Golar a nervous smile and tried to walk around him, to return the bowl to the woman who had given it to her by the fire.
Golar took her arm before she could pass.
She looked up and smiled weakly, her core already softening and warming at his strong grip. “Yes?” she asked.
His eyes roamed down her body.
Helena’s stomach tightened at the thought of what it might mean. He didn’t really mean to… have her again, did he? A quick glance at the tent revealed that it had already been taken down by Vala and one of the other women. There was nowhere to…
“I want,” Golar growled, giving her a slight nod.
Concern tightened across her face. She glanced side to side, wondering where he could mean to do that. “I don’t… there’s nowhere to… “
Golar pointed at the ground. “Down.”
Helena couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She couldn’t believe that he really meant to do that to her here. Did he? “I…”
Golar’s expression darkened. He leaned closer, his nose flaring. “Down,” he growled.
Helena glanced over hi
s shoulder and realized that some of the others had stopped what they were doing and were now staring straight at them. Fresh humiliation pulsed through her at what she was being asked to do. She shook her head. Being pinned to the bench the night before was one thing, but this? Obeying an order from him like a dog obeys its master? This was too much! “I… I can’t…”
The darkness left Golar’s expression but a moment later his hand was on her back. He turned her around, until she was facing the large boulder she had sat on to eat. He bent her over, sending the bowl she was holding clattering to the ground.
Helena reached out to brace herself against the stone with her hands, leaving her bent over and her bottom exposed to Golar and everyone behind him. Knowing what was coming, she closed her eyes and said a prayer to Tardon that the punishment would be quick and that her dress would be left on.
It was not to be. This time, the warrior didn’t bother asking her to undress, or even pulling her dress up over her backside. He simply grabbed a fistful of the delicate fabric and yanked it until it tore.
Helena gasped as she realized he’d torn off not only enough of the dress to expose her bottom but her underthings as well.
“Hir. Strop,” Golar called out behind her.
Seconds later she heard footsteps come running up. She dared a glance over her shoulder just in time to see that one of the others had brought what looked to be a long, thin switch. Helena’s blood ran cold.
Golar turned to face her and she quickly looked forward, staring at the rock in front of her as if her life depended on it. “You will obey,” Golar commanded.
A moment later the swift slicing sting of the switch landing on the underside of her ass cheek rushed up her back and into her brain. She screamed and the sound of her voice echoed down into the valley, silencing the birds.
Golar lifted the switch and brought it swiftly down in the same place on her other cheek, the thin implement whistling through the air. Another fierce, burning pain tore through her at the whipping. Her legs trembled, threatening to give out from the pain. Tears stung her eyes.
Mated to the Barbarians Page 7
