All characters are fictional and any comparisons to real people or other works are purely coincidental, though inspired by history. All characters depicted are 18+.
Tamura, youngest daughter of the legendary Hordemaster Bidakes, sat atop her pitch black warhorse looking at the city on the horizon.
Nokalakevi, the locals called it. Tamura had heard that the "civilised" people of the south built great fortifications of stone, but seeing them in person was something else entirely. Her horse warriors were skilled at a great many things, but fortifications that could be neither climbed nor burned were their greatest weakness.
In the past, when the tribes had raided far enough to encounter such obstacles, they simply avoided them. They would loot the countryside, take slaves and food, then burn whatever had no value to them while the remaining locals watched helplessly behind their unbreakable walls.
But not this time. Tamura was not here for petty baubles, only enough to survive the winter until the next raiding season. She had led nearly eight thousand warriors across hundreds of miles and a whole mountain range for something far grander.
"My destiny," she thought. "What the gods have placed me in this world to do."
And it would all start here. Nokalakevi was the key - the first fortified city between the wild steppe of her people, and the wealth that lay before her to the south.
Where her ancestors would not dare to go, she would lead her people. And to do that, she needed a base. A place to store loot as it was sent back to her tribe. A place to gather supplies, receive fresh horses and warriors that would come down from the north as word of her quest spread.
It had to be here.
As Tamura look upon the city that would be the birthplace of her legend, only one single question was on her mind.
"How the fuck do I still have that girl's cunt hair in my teeth."
There may have been bigger problems facing her, but this one had been causing her the most direct issues today. She'd spent almost half an hour on the ride here trying to work the last of it out of her teeth with her tongue, and yet there was still more.
"This is what I get for indulging myself," she thought as she once again worked her rough fingers into her teeth to remove the last strands.
After an incredibly disappointing experience with her latest war prize, her Shieldsister Sunake had been good enough to share her's. This was not usually encouraged amongst the horde - too much potential for jealousy and bad blood - but if Sunake and Tamura had been the type to get territorial about women, they'd have killed each other long ago.
Sunake's prize was a peasant girl, with dark black hair cropped to shoulder length, soft brown eyes and shoulders so broad she could move a plough by herself. Her hands were even more calloused than Tamura's, and she stood tall enough to meet her captor's eyes. A rare thing for the women of these parts, who always tended to be too small and scrawny for Tamura's tastes.
She said "captors", but Tamura wasn't so sure the term applied here. Certainly not in comparison to most of the other war prizes, who generally met their fates with some combination of despair, anger or resignation. Most would expect to become bedwarmers for men, which many of course did. But those taken by the women of the horde weren't usually much relieved by their fate.
But every so often, you'd get a few who took to it well. Maybe even with enthusiasm, as was the case with this peasant girl. Tamura had suspected it wasn't the girl's first time pleasuring a woman when she heard the sounds coming from Sunake's tent, and this suspicion was confirmed when she got to experience the girl herself.
While they were similar heights, Tamura was sleek and sinewy, while the girl was built like an ox. The girl still had a faint odour of Sunake's cunt on her breath when Tamura kissed her, and the girl kissed back with eager passion. Tamura rarely even kissed her prizes at all, and when she did, it was usually met with whimpers or unmoving stiltedness. This girl open her mouth and accepted Tamura's tongue greedily.
While Tamura had rarely spent a night without some plaything warming her bed, she hadn't spent a night of actual passion with a woman since she'd left for this grand undertaking.
