Barbarian Bait

I reached for the wafer and began to devour it. It was a bit bitter but not entirely unpalatable. Lara gifted me with a small satchel with a two week supply.

"Since I am your sister, you can visit me often to keep your supply fresh. Remember my threat, however! It is NOT an idle one.

After breakfast, Lara took me on a tour of the camp. I learned where to fetch water and the location of the latrines and the mess tent. Barbarians eat their dinners at a community. For our first month, I and all of the other new brides would be wine stewards for the meal, filling goblets and circling about the gathering.

"Be pleasant and solicitous, smile always." the main cook told me. "A good impression with the right powerful warrior aids both you and your husband. If the right man desires to share you, he will gift your husband with rank advancement or better duty, often large amounts of coins find their way into your husband's purse which can then become yours."

It occurred to me that, just like at home I was still a pretty thing whose value to her family was what I would bring on the market. Lara's words, however, made me realize that, even so, I now had far more freedom than I ever would have in an arranged marriage at home. I knew I really liked Ruk, I could see myself falling in love with him one day. Many of the barbarian men were very handsome. Even the older ones were not as flabby and shapeless as the rich men of the city tended to become, hard riding and constant exercise kept them trim and handsome far longer.

As a kept woman in the city, my only option would have been a clandestine affair, which, if exposed would have ruined me and brought shame to my mother and father. The plains way was so much better.

My visit with Lara was wonderful. I had always wanted a sister. Towards the end of our time together,she took me to the central tent where the children were watched and raised. (The barbarians really believed in the power of community.) There she introduced me to her daughter, my niece, Jula, she was about four years old and very polite and well mannered.

"Are you planning on having any more?" I asked my sister.

"Tac (her husband) wants at least two sons. I am inclined to honor his request. We barbarian women know how to produce sons or daughters as we wish. Tac shall be the father of only one of those sons, I have definite plans as to who shall sire my other son."

As Lara said the last sentence, she got such a delightfully devilish leer on her face, that I broke out in laughter.

"You were born to the plains, Luz." said Lara very matter of factually

Lara and I bathed in a creek together. Naked my new sister was spectacular, I felt like a glowworm encountering a torch! By sunset, Lara had me back at Ruk's tent ready for his return with a large basin of water and soap.

"Make it clear to him, that he can only embrace you after you have washed the stink of the day off of him. I swear if these barbarians did not take wives, some of them would NEVER bathe!" stated Lara contemptuously.

Ruk stepped through the door of the tent, covered in grime, and stinking of horses and beasts.

"Husband," I said. "Not so much as a kiss, until after you are washed. Off with those clothes!"

Ruk frowned and said, "You sound just like Lara." before he began to remove his clothes.

It was a lot of fun giving Ruk a bath. It was like washing down one of my horses, only better.I enjoyed the feel of his huge muscles under the soapy water. I enjoyed watching the water drive the grime from his skin, I loved the way the soap made him smell so fresh and desirable. As soon as he was clean I was out of my clothes savoring the taste of his freshly washed penis.

I suckled him for a while before Ruk had me get on all fours and he mounted me like a stallion does a mare. His warmth felt so good against my back and I admired the view of his strong arm about my waist. Once his manhood had emptied itself inside me, Ruk had me retain an all fours posture while he gently inserted several fingers into my asshole. At first I was startled, but it soon began to feel very good indeed.

"Sweet little Luz," he said, "One day soon, my manhood will take the place of my fingers, We will work up to that, however, I am a patient man and I have learned from older, wiser barbarians the folly of asking too much too soon of a new bride."

I imagined Ruk's maleness in that part of me. It was a little frightening but also intriguing. If it felt as good as his fingers. Or maybe it would feel even better! With complete honesty I told him, "I trust that will be gentle Ruk, otherwise the idea would terrify me."

"I will have so much fun teaching you the ways of the plains, city girl." he said lustily

"I'm not a city girl anymore." I replied before turning and falling into his arms. His kisses just kept getting better and better.

"That was the best yet!" I gushed as he helped me back into my clothing after.

Dinner went far better than I expected. I recognized one or two of the new brides as we lined up and were inspected by the older women. When they were finished, our skirts were all uniform length and our blouses all exposed the same amount of skin. The head cook spoke to us as we stood in a line,

"If a warrior asks the name of your husband, give it. If he asks your name. give it. Everything else is privileged information. He must learn about you on his own, preferably from your husband. If you take a fancy to one of these men, note his name or totem, they may be of use to you. Perhaps you can bring him up in conversation with your husband, LATER."

The barbarians were far more subdued than at the wedding bacchanalia at the sod house. Wives sat at one table, husbands the other. We new brides, and the other wives designated for waiting duty ate in shifts at a separate table. I really enjoyed the food. Serving the men was really fun. The only thing I had to be careful of was not spilling any wine as I filled the goblets. The men took discreet but obvious looks at my body. I was asked for my name and the name of my husband many times. The women asked my name but also praised my looks and offered me free advice as I circled their table. The nicest thing I heard all night was from one of the much older women, "You're the prettiest bride here, Dearie."

I was the best kind of tired when my night ended. I knew from the way they looked at me, that many men found me desirable. The realization that I was pretty, above and apart from my own opinion, filled me with confidence. Many handsome warriors captured my gaze and I returned their smiles. It was a feeling not unlike that produced by the heady wine I poured. I realized that even if I was offered a chance to return to my old life in the city, I would not take it.

I had to help clean up when the meal was over. I can't say that I enjoyed washing dishes or mopping tables but the fact that I had help eased the burden. It was very late when the new brides and serving wives were dismissed. The following day was the barbarian's day of rest, so we could sleep in. "If our new husbands let us sleep!" said one of the other new brides, a girl whom I had known slightly in the city. I thought she looked marvelous in her short skirt and tight top. I admired her breasts and wished that mine were as large as hers or Lara's. "Ruk doesn't seem to mind," I reminded myself, "neither did any of those other men." I saw myself in a new light after that.

Ruk was waiting with the other grooms to escort me home. I knew it would be quite some time before I could find our tent amongst its thousand twins on my own.

"The praises, I heard about you Luz!" said my husband enthusiastically. "My captain thinks I am the most fortunate warrior alive!"

"Which was your captain?" I asked.

Ruk described a man who had paid particular attention to me. He was EXTREMELY handsome and when our eyes met I felt an instant, deep attraction, like with Dar at the pond.

"That's very interesting, husband. Why don't you tell me about him?"

I knew what Ruk would expect once we returned to the tent. Even though I was very tired, I still had a desire. We teased off each other's clothes.The kissing was the very best yet. I felt a dampness in my loins and my heart beat faster. Ruk worked his tongue over my salty intimacy and made me feel very good indeed. While he worked, I recalled the captain's masculine mouth and lovely teeth. After Ruk sent me to that very happy place, I was atop him suckling his manhood and trying very hard to stop thinking about Ruk's captain. Even so, I knew that my first sharing moon would be quite memorable. I was so focused on that thought that I applied myself to the task of oral love as I never had before. Ruk moaned and his seed filled my mouth, reminding me of the wafer I had eaten earlier in the day at Lara's. His seed went down nearly as well.

"By the goddess, Luz! You are a wonderful wife. I can deny you nothing."

In the soft light of the lamps I smiled at Ruk and gently stroked his hair and softly repeated his name, all the while, my mind wondered what that ever so handsome captain looked like under all of his clothes!