She wakes up from her slumber to an unbearably chaotic commotion outside. Walking out of her hut, her heart sinks as she sees smoke coming from the outskirts of the village in all directions. Men running with swords, a mix of fear and rage in their eyes. The nays of horses, clashing metal, screams of agony and enraged shouting fills the entire soundscape.
Somehow she feels an urge to look left, and right there she sees a man, of the enemy, on a horse, handsome and strong, looking very clearly right at her. The smouldering furnace they felt as they locked eyes quickly scared her and she looked back right and started running, hoping to find someone in the village to help in some way.
The battle did not go well for her people. The young men were slaughtered, the elders enslaved, and all of the women enslaved. Her head was covered with a hood as the warring tribe transported their captives back to their homeland. She was carried to some room, and placed on a bed, still in chains. Thinking furiously as to how to escape, she succumbed to hopelessness and, physically weary from the chaotic day, drifted to sleep.
When she woke up in the morning, she felt a presence in the room. Not long after, a short chuckle and footsteps towards her. A hand lifted up her hood and she saw for the first time since her capture. It was the man on the horse. He smiled. The mix of fear, rage, intrigue, curiosity, and excitement stunned her. He turned his head slightly to the side, smirked, and put the hood back on.
“You killed my people!” she finally chose the path of temerity.
“We were at war. It was not my choice.”
“So let me go!”
“There’s nowhere for you to go.”
She started sobbing. He was right.
“So what are you going to do with me?”
“Well, the victory was decisive, we’re well fortified on all fronts and otherwise pacified our disputes…so I’m going to be here for a while… and so are you”
“…so what are you going to do to me?”
“Since I have all the time in the world, I’m going to gradually uncover and delight myself with every aspect, part, piece, means of enjoyment of all of your delightfully enticing scorchingly sexy body.”
She thought for a moment to talkk back a smartass, but stopped herself. His words sounded so vague yet rich in experience, her mind swirled in imagination. Ecstatic in fantasy, she stopped herself, told herself to stay calm, and not to succumb emotionally to the man’s predations, but nonetheless decided to stay silent.
She felt the man sit on the bed next to her, reach his head towards her face, linger, then move to the side of her head and deeply take a smell of her. He purred in delight. His hot breath on her ear followed. He moved up and sniffed the top of her head, and breathed now on her forehead. Then down to her face, exhaling teasingly onto her lips. Proceeding down her neck, across her torso, lingering at her nipples, sliding down her stomach. Never touching her, just his breath in with his nose, smelling the woman, taking in her aromas and pleasuring his senses with them, and his hot breath gracing her body.
Down and up her legs, she shivers as his warmth inches up her thighs. She hears him smirk in the delight of knowing how much this tease is tormenting her, as a very slow warm air glides along her pussy. Hopelessly aroused, she soaks completely wet.
He stands up, bids her a good day, and leaves the room. She does not see him again all day, but a couple of guards are sent later to feed her the local boar meat.
To be continued 😉