WAS: Untie her straps and set her free
From Create Your Own Story
Quickly you sprint towards the woman and sever her bounds with your knife. With no time to speak you grab her hand and run as fast as you can away from the site. The wild girl has trouble keeping up with your fast pace, although you´d never meet a woman who can. Nothing wrong with her fitness through, despite being soaked with sweat when you found her she never gets exhausted and forced to stop as you run through the forest. Fearing that whoever was chasing her now stalks you makes you careful to cover your tracks as you run. You never speak a word to the woman until you’re sure of safety.
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Wild, animal inspired gestures, blue face paint, shameless over her own nakedness, this woman is a barbarian. Barbarians do not speak the common tongue, separating them culturally from the greater people of the world. They live in relative isolation, it´s their only real defense against the warlust of greater civilizations. She was probably captured and being transported to the southern city states to be sold on the slave market. Her beautiful, untamed body would have fetched a hefty price.
“You are a man of an iron city, but I thank you.” She says. You turn and look at her in bewilderment.
"You are a special one, do you know that?" The barbarian woman continues and places her hand on your chest. Despite her wild and hard exterior the warmth of her hand feels gentle and caressing like that of the most finely breed noblewoman.
"You speak the common tongue." You say to some surprise, her accent barely noticeable, and her voice as soft as the warmness of her hand.
She gives no response to your words, only keeping her hand on your muscular chest. As a barbarian the common tongue is not her mother language, but she continuous to speak it perfectly.
"And you are young to; I would like to give you two gifts.” She finishes with a sultry voice and begins cupping her breasts, moaning as she does so.
The beautiful creature falls to the grass, her cheeks blushing and her thighs rubbing against each other. She looks at you with needy eyes; this is no matter of honor or repentance for saving her, but genuine lustful needs. You begin to undress, years of exploitation, war and enslavement has caused great fear and hatred among the barbarians for your kind, but still she moans like a woman in heat. As your last piece of clothing falls to the ground she gladly spreads her legs and you lay yourself between them ready and hard enough to enjoy her gift.
Her sex is wet, it´s glistering nectar proof of her arousal. She is ready to give herself completely to you. You find her primitiv and unshameful passion attractive, its diffrent from the nervous, ritual-filled and conflicting passion that usually exist among the civilased women.
Your last thoughts is how you should take her. The custom among your people is to only take once wife’s gently and lovingly; coupling with other women is to be seen as an adventure, or an conquest even. The sex is to be rough, forceful and most of all dominant. Her body should submit and surrender to your bravado, temporarily becoming a slave to overwhelming desire.
But that´s not her custom of course.
