It is different among the horse lords. I have been beyond our lands raiding the people to the south, soft, green people - they are not like us. The men might breed their women in a raid but we would never bring them back. They would bring their softness to our people.
Among the horse lords a woman is capable. She takes care of her horses, hunts, raids, cooks, pleasures the menfolk, cleans, and takes care of the children. We are not soft.
My name is Ayeh, Sohu's daughter, I am 19 years old, a mother, and a warrior. My braid is uncut and though I am short, it means only that there is less body to contain my fire. My breasts are as the great mountains that surround my lands, my hips span rivers, my beauty is spoken of not just in my camp, but in the camps beyond.
This is my story.
It is our tradition that any woman found alone is fair game for the man who finds her. I know it is not like this in the riverlands, but you must understand that we live together in a small camp where rarely is anyone alone. What possibilities for uninterrupted pleasure you take, and if you find a woman alone it is probably because she made it that way.
Among women we travel in threes - two women is almost alone and two men might happen upon us and peacefully split you between them. If you desire a man you say frankly to your companions and they will depart and the man will find you there as if by accident. He will waste no time, and he will have your skirts around your waist and his member within you faster than you can draw a knife. Some women like to pretend to fight. I've never been that sort of girl, but men have to be careful.
Among families as we are so often alone in the yurt together it is different. A brother does not seed his sister or mother. The men understand this and relieve themselves in other ways. My oldest brother likes to hold my thighs together and thrust between them. I prefer to please my brother with my tongue as often as anything else. You must understand this is not to mean women are less than men.
Quite the contrary, during a raid we women will hold back behind the men a little. Men's lives are cheap. They are large and built for the rushing of other men like bulls. Women are the heart of the tribe, we make more men - so that when we fight we hold back and fire arrows into the enemy from horseback. It is rare that a woman will die this way.
But on the raid I speak of, everything went wrong. There were five of us women, but we were charged by a line of spearmen with shields against a great stone cliff and four of us fell. I was able to urge my mount to leap over them and escape. The village burned, their crops were taken, but our losses were great.
As we rode back a young man, a year younger than myself rode beside me and grabbed my breasts, I was surprised - we were not alone, but then two things occurred to me, I was now the only woman in our party of thirty remaining men - the taboos is that the woman is alone, not the man. I had also heard legends of women being alone for one man only to be discovered by two or three. Men have a way of sharing women between them at these times it is said.
