Awakening to Her True Nature

The camp was bigger than she expected, the tents more elaborate and impressive. The raiders of Kemet had come in many thousands. Even after the stalemate in the main engagement only a few days ago now, they looked strong. She suspected that another offensive was not imminent.

Clearly someone sent word on ahead. The number of raiders and camp followers milling about along her way attested to that, many of them watching her curiously, others openly admiring her beauty. Yet some level of camp discipline held, because the immediate area around their destination lay clear of all but a handful of necessary guards. She didn't need to wait to enter their lord's large, dark tent.

The last guard demanded her sword, shield, and dagger. She handed them over without objection. Only then did they open the heavy drapes that covered the entrance. Sheena walked in with an escort on each side, her breath heavy and her body trembling with trepidation and anticipation, but her face showed no fear.

She entered a wide chamber with lush furs on the floor and enchanted, smokeless braziers giving off warmth and light, but only a single occupant. On a slight raised platform, Marcus sat on a large chair, something short of a throne but practical enough for transport. The raiders of Kemet put practicality over spectacle...except when it came to the physiques of their champions. There, Sheena thought with another heavy breath as Marcus rose, they seemed to excel at both form and function.

He wore only a loincloth and a cloak, giving her a dazzling, intimidating view of his tight muscles and the incredible shape of his phallus underneath the thin, loose cloth he stood. She wondered if he'd been woken from something, and then noticed a few discarded garments left around the room. Women's garments. Surely Marcus had his own batch of conquests much as Laurala did. She wondered if Marcus was as spun up by his evening's fun as she was by her forbidden intentions.

"You!" Marcus declared in obvious surprise tinged with anger.

"Lord Marcus," she acknowledged with a nod.

His jaw clenched, but he glanced to his subordinates before speaking further. One of them held up her weapons. "They are enchanted for battle, my lord," he said. "Whatever she says, she comes as a warrior, not an emissary. We have tripled the watch on the river, still under stealth, and sent out patrols between there and the camp in case others should slip through."

Marcus fixed his piercing blue eyes on her. "Will we find anyone?" he asked.

"Would you believe me if I told you no?" she replied.

"Of course not. Leave us," he said to the guards. "Keep her weapons. I will call if I have need."

The others withdrew, reluctantly but without question. That left Sheena alone with this incredible specimen, feeling even more naked than he was despite wearing armor and clothes.

"What is your name?" he asked. She noted a deepening of his breath, a licking of his lips. She was right. He grew aroused, too, or already was.

"I am Sheena. Warrior-novice of the Circle of Iron."

Marcus laughed in bitter disbelief. "A novice? You look young enough for it. Hard to believe given the trouble you've caused. Do you bear a message? A challenge? Why have you come?"

Time to admit it. To say it out loud. Twice already she came to a point of no return, first in slipping across the river and then confronting the raiders' watchmen. She knew as she was escorted in that she would not be able to hide her intentions, and yet the moment of truth filled her stomach with butterflies. As she had whenever faced with such a moment, she confronted it head-on: "I came on my own in search of Brendon. We have unfinished business."

One eyebrow rose. A corner of his mouth stretched into a grin. "Only with Brendon?" Marcus rose and popped the clasp of his cloak, letting it fall to the floor to reveal his broad, muscular shoulders and more of the rest of his fine form. Sheena's heart pounded harder and the heat in her core intensified. She asked for Brendon twice now and still wanted to find him...but could not deny the lord's obvious physical superiority to ever man Sheena had ever encountered. Her body reacted accordingly.

"Brendon is a fine warrior. A novice, like yourself, but one of my finest. Am I supposed to trot him out for you at your request? This is war. I owe you nothing."

He stepped off the platform, walking across the fur rugs toward her steadily. With a single jerk of his hand, Marcus tore off and cast aside his loincloth, revealing that awe-inspiring cock she'd seen and tasted once before. Sheena stood her ground. She accepted this possibility when she came in. Despite her interest in finding Brendon, she accepted this...and, in truth, part of her hoped.

She only took a single, nervous step back just as he closed within near reach. Marcus pounced as if expecting her to execute some ploy. He grabbed her mail by the collar and flung her around, turning her and keeping her off-balance by force and momentum. Sheena soon found herself on her knees, with the powerful lord mercilessly tearing off her armor and clothes.

"You'll not escape now, or ever again," Marcus vowed as he stripped her.

She did not resist, reacting only on reflex and then only minimally. Intent on his work, Marcus didn't seem to notice her relative passivity. "I will fucking own you, and I will use you as I please," he said. He did not hurt her, but his forceful hands broke clasps and ripped fabric. She knew, as she was stripped naked, that every bit of it would now be useless. He even pushed her down flat onto the surprisingly soft and comfortable furs to tear away her greaves and boots.

One hand grabbed and mauled her breast from behind once she was naked. He brought her close, his other hand stroking her side as he breathed in the scent of her hair and let her smell the lingering taste of his previous encounter on his breath. Sheena inhaled it deeply. Could any detail about him not drive her further? "Gods, girl," he said as he illustrated that point yet again, "you were made to be fucked."

It wasn't until he turned her around and dropped her onto her back that she moved. Sheena sat up in a rush, immediately grabbing for his huge cock—and licking across the thick head and part way down the base. Marcus seized a fistful of her hair and nearly shoved her back, but in that same instant she was kissing his cockhead again, and then hungrily engulfing it with her whole mouth.

The raider lord paused. He grunted in surprise, and then again, slower and deeper. "You think to make me too sensitive from the start?" he asked, though his voice was now heavy with pleasure. Nothing about his body language suggested weakness, but he held still for her mouth. The hand in her hair only moved along with her head, encouraging the wet strokes of her mouth that were born of even greater hunger than he knew. "Go ahead, girl," he murmured. "Show me how you will service me from now on."

Sheena forced herself to look up at him with as defiant a glare as she could muster. Everything depended on giving this battle her all. Still, her eyes looked up at him with her mouth still full of his dick, and when she broke from that brief stare her eyes closed and she opened herself more. Sheena had only practiced for this with a couple of particularly good male friends from among her training cohort, but she relaxed her muscles and deep-throated the massive lord as much as she could.

Immediately, she heard his groans. She felt it in herself, too. This penetration deep into her should have been difficult, perhaps even painful. Yet stretching her mouth did not hurt. She had no trouble keeping him wet enough or accommodating him. In fact, this felt surprisingly good to her, too. Laurala's words came back to her: the gods want this.

Marcus began to gently, involuntarily buck at his hips to enjoy her attack. Sheena smelled his sweat and shared his pleasure. They went on longer than she expected, perhaps only a few minutes but perhaps many. Time lost meaning, and even a minute could stretch forever. Any ambient sounds from outside the tent fell away as she focused on her task and on riding out her arousal and her reactions to this sexual act. She eventually heard more appreciative, even unwilling noises from Marcus, and felt gratified for them.

The lord's eyes fluttered open again. "Gods, you are good at this," he declared as his wits rallied. Then he seized her hair again, fucked her mouth somewhat more shallowly—but, critically for Sheena, letting her taste and swallow that intoxicating pre-cum that now flowed from his dick. Sheena whimpered as she swallowed, loving the taste of him and no longer needing to deny or ignore it.

Sheena gasped when he finally pushed her all the way off, then again when he pushed her onto her back and hooked his hands under the back of her knees to push her legs up. She gasped even louder when his tongue first hit the hot, slick folds of her cunt. "Aaaahh!" she cried out when his tongue stopped teasing and went to full work...and realized, only as this assault began in earnest, that her cry had covered his own quieter moan of appreciation for her taste.

He ate her out with less technique than passion, but that was all she wanted right now. Teasing would only frustrate her at this point. She needed contact and aggression to keep her stratagem going. The way her feelings soared as he probed and then invaded her with his tongue encouraged her to keep going, though with her shoulders pinned and her pussy exposed and orally ravished, she now had no choice but to be passive. All she could do was hold on.

Sheena focused her will on mental resistance, giving no effort toward controlling her oral reactions. Anything that spurred him on was for the best. Over time, she heard unwilling and unwitting grunts of pleasure and appreciation on his breath as well as hers.

Eventually it all became too much. Her cunt throbbed and spasmed and finally, against her will, Sheena came hard. He made her cum with undisguised intensity. She screamed and gasped and even wept as he kept on going, prolonging her rapture with more licks and passionate kisses to her sex. "Ohhh...ooohhhh..." she whined when her orgasm finally subsided. "So good. So good."

Her partner's mouth pulled away. Those hands holding her knees up near her shoulders and keeping her half rolled onto her back finally let her down onto her back. "You're not the first to surrender like that," he said smugly.

Sheena's eyes fluttered open. A challenging, defiant smile appeared on her lips, surprising Marcus. "No," she replied breathlessly, higher on sexual rapture than she'd ever been yet still with her wits about her. "No surrender. You'll have to break me."

Sheena rolled up onto him, throwing her arms around his shoulder and kissing him with abandon. Her body clung to his as the raider lord fell back onto his ass, surprised by her energy. He kissed back then, grasping her with desire as his natural dominance reasserted itself. Marcus pushed her onto her back again but still clung to her, their bodies sliding together as he reclaimed the role of aggressor.

It was exactly what she wanted. Sheena knew how this would play out, and that knowledge enhanced her ability to hold out against mind-bending sensual experience.

She wanted to take this as far as she possibly could, and got her wish when that thick, intimidating cock brushed up against her wet and sensitive hole and began to push in. Sheena fought that invasion as hard as she could, clenching against him and knowing full well it was useless as he pushed through her walls to fill her completely. Her reaction came out in a moan that sounded of defeat and release.

Marcus fucked her, slowly but surely forcing her cunt to adapt to his girth. The tone of her moans was unmistakable, and yet he did not feel the final surge of triumph yet. He did not feel her body simply give in. And then, perhaps taunting him, she gently, fondly kissed his neck.

His breath shook as he spoke. "You...you want this. You want me to defeat you."

"Yes," she admitted.

"Yet you...you don't...surrender...?"

"No. Trust me. Trust me, mas..." the word fell from her lips before she finished it. "Trust me. You must...unh...break my will...please...please..."

Whether it was her continued defiance, her challenge, the incredible rapture of fully coupling, or the title she almost bestowed upon him, she didn't know. Something, or maybe all of those things redoubled Marcus's determination to own her. She felt it in the way his glorious cock impaled her and pounded and owned her pussy.

It didn't happen right away. She came twice more before the end, flooding her passage with wetness and encouragement that came at the perfect time to drive him on, and still their mutual pleasure soared. Each climax was better than the last, and she knew her reactions only heightened his crazed enjoyment, too. Though both grew fatigued, neither of them waned or gave up, each too drawn in by addiction to their partner and this contest.

Finally, Marcus pushed himself up on his hands, his cock still grinding into her with steady, unending thrusts. Sheena's eyes fluttered open again, drinking in the sight of this powerful man now dominating her body and her mind and filling her body with the pleasures of destiny. He leaned back further, sitting almost upright, and kept fucking her while one hand drifted down to rub her swollen lips.

The change in sensations brought her to another height. "Ohhh...OOOHHH!!" she cried out, and then arched her back as she felt the waves coming. He continued his assault until the first hit, and then he did something she had not yet felt: he let out his own grunts of climax.

His cock flooded her with such force that she could feel every pulse. The simultaneous orgasm broke down the last of her willpower, sending her into delirious rapture that was only enhanced one final time as her master planted another possessive kiss upon her lips.

The contest was never in doubt. She owed it to her inevitable conqueror to make it as good for them both as she could.

* * *

Sheena and her master fucked long into the night. Their relationship decided, they could now enjoy their erotic obsession with one another to mutual, unguarded joy. Thoughts of her former duties and her glories as a warrior hung on only in that they vindicated her decisions, and her defeat. If anything, the sense that she might have betrayed something only spurred her to erotic excitement, knowing that none of her previous triumphs could compare to being ruled and fucked and indulged by this man and his magnificent cock.

He was even, at times, sweet to her, and gentle. He knew he could be now. Yet she never ceased feeding off of that sense of his power and dominance, so deeply and intimately implanted within her. She confessed her intentions to him and how her plan came about. He admitted that he could not get over what a prize she was. Hearing him speak of her in those terms didn't bother her at all. She knew he meant it with reverence. She would be treasured. She was content.

And yet, she detected something bittersweet in him, but he would not explain. "Not yet," he said. "I am obligated to address this with another first."

In the morning, he wrapped her in a cloak, put on loose pants, and strode out of the tent. He was not gone long. When he returned, he reclaimed her again, keeping her in his lap and gently mauling her body until a subordinate announced himself. He delivered simple garments for Sheena, hardly more than a bikini of wonderfully soft leather.

"A bath is being prepared for both of us. However, a few things cannot wait, and I don't mind anyone seeing you in this state. You will show yourself off as my prize," said Marcus. "I mean to drink in the envy of other men and women, and I mean for you to enjoy their desire, too. They know you are mine."

A week ago, any such demand would have offended her. She was aware that many found her beautiful, of course, and felt grateful to the gods for it, but she lived her life striving for things unrelated to beauty until these last few days. The presumption that she would be someone else's sexual status symbol would have filled her with rage.

Her submission to Marcus turned that around entirely. Her smile was broad and sincere. She thought of Laurala's servants and their open, immodest displays of desirability and knew she wanted that life. Her skills as a warrior would not leave her, but now she would turn her attentions to beauty, sensuality, and sex, all in service to her man.

Everything had changed, and she found it thrilling. Sheena donned the bikini and settled back into her master's lap, offering her grinding ass against his groin. She wondered if Laurala's thralls felt this same ongoing arousal and delight, and then thought of Laurala...and her new loyalties.

Her fingers reached up to fondle his hair, drawing him in for a soft, affectionate kiss. "Master," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. "I have...I have another gift to offer you..."

Noise from outside the tent interrupted her. She heard calls of approach and loud welcomes. Marcus sat up straight. "It will have to wait until later," said Marcus.

Again she sensed that bittersweet concern in his voice. "What is it, master?"

"You'll see soon enough. As I said, I mean to show you off...but not just yet. For this, please keep your silence. Simply stay near me and bear witness."

Sheena blinked. She didn't know what was about to happen. She also never expected her conqueror and master to say "please" to her. His instructions implied that silence would not be her usual state, either. She remained in his lap, shifting over a little to one side so as not to obstruct his view, and waited.

The curtains at the entrance to the tent flew open again, spilling in daylight and the silhouetted figure of a Kemet raider. She didn't recognize him until he approached and gave a slight nod of respect. He also had to take a steadying breath before speaking. "Lord Marcus," said Brendon.

To Sheena's surprise, she felt a strong pang of desire, especially now that she could see him outside the din of combat. He was a good-looking youth, as tall as Sheena and with the lean, slender build that she normally preferred on a man. His eyes and his voice suggested he tended toward gentleness and an easy manner unless roused. Marcus's softer side was clearly the exception rather than the rule—not a cruel man, as far as she knew so far, but she already expected Marcus wore his harder edge by default while Brendon adopted his only as necessary.

It was only a first, or perhaps second read of either man, but she'd always been a good judge based upon first impressions.

"As I expected," said Marcus, "you recognize Sheena from the last battle."

"I...did not know her name," Brendon replied. Again, something in Sheena's heart felt a little heavier.

"She came into the camp last night. As you can see, I have conquered her. We came here prioritizing such conquest above plunder and rampage, and I made good on that. She is mine now." He said it in a somewhat grim, matter-of-fact tone, nothing like the pride she expected after his talk of showing her off to his subordinates.

"I see. A fine victory, Lord Marcus," the younger man acknowledged, seemingly out of obligation. He held his disappointment in check, though Sheena could see it as exactly that.

"I believe you know what an understatement that is. Brendon, I called you here before my morning reports and councils because I have greatly wronged you. I have wronged you, and I wish to acknowledge it and set it to right."

The younger man glanced at Sheena again, who sat passively and tried to hide her emotions out of duty to her master. That tug of duty surprised her, but she supposed she would experience many surprising reactions in the coming months. Already, she was surprised that she could still feel desire and pangs of the heart for another man after being so overwhelmed and claimed only a few hours ago and still flush with the aftermath of their epic sex.