, and Chrysus would make sure they would.
Come hell or high water, he'd find a way to make them teach his people those skills too, though that task would demand every iota of his sharp intellect. Few of them valued knowledge and experience the way he did, at least when they didn't apply to the optimal way to get what they wanted.
"Good," Chrysus growled, his chest reverberating with it, making Elea feel so very small and fragile in contrast. She shuddered, then lifted her head a little bit to look at him. Her captor was grinning; plans going par for the course was normal for Chrysus, but he didn't expect they would flee for another week or two. Things were proceeding smoothly and ahead of schedule. "And our preparations to relocate there?"
"Already underway, just as you asked. We'll be ready to go within the hour," Priscilla replied, before lifting her hand and making a
very
suggestive gesture at Elea, who was the only one that failed to understand what it meant. The other grinthers sniggered; even Chrysus, their leader, was not above a good ribbing. Though she didn't understand the gesture, all their focus on her made Elea realize just how exposed she was to them. She whimpered, turning her face and burying it against his chest, trying to turn on her hip and hide the rest of her body from them too. The leader of the grinthers smiled dryly in his amusement; he would never tire of teasing her, of making her mortified. "Provided you and your doxy don't--"
"Enough," Chrysus' growl pitched even deeper despite his smile, the sheer power of his voice once again striking Elea in that primal way. She closed her eyes and swallowed, her nails curling against his skin. It was increasingly difficult for her to ignore his stiffness. "Go help, all of you. We leave the moment the preparations are complete."
"Of course," Priscilla said, dropping her hands and giving Elea's nude body one more disdainful look. She ticked her head in a gesture to her soldiers, then turned on her paw-like foot and ventured back out of the cave, leaving Chrysus and Elea alone once more.
Having a new home changed things considerably. Chrysus looked down at Elea through his beady little eyes, grunting softly as he adjusted his arm around her. He wanted to keep her, but he never expected her to say yes to his offer -- and of course, she hadn't. It was hard to justify keeping her while the grinthers were a people in exile, on the run. Wife or not, there would be no stability for her. She'd be little more than a distraction. A very welcome one, yes, but a distraction nonetheless. But the town and territory they had just emptied? That provided stability. Safety. It would be defendable. He'd be able to keep her safe from the life of an adventurer, the one that would surely be the death of her if he allowed her to go.
Elea had already said she couldn't stay and that she couldn't be his wife, but it was different now. Now, Elea's choice mattered far less. It mattered as much as her consent to how he had conquered her body. She belonged to Chrysus, after all, and his decision was more important than hers -- and it was in her best interests, too. "Elea," he whispered softly, as softly as someone like him could.
The rookie adventurer opened her eyes and slowly looked up at him, her lips parted slightly, her cheek still pressed against his chest. "Soon," he continued in that same voice, his hand once more running the length of her back, coming to rest possessively on her ass. "You will become my wife."
For a moment, there was silence, and then she whimpered.
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Town was a kind word for the settlement, but village didn't fit it either. Not many villages had stone walls, and few of them had manors or tall churches. It was empty, though, devoid of life when Chrysus and Elea first entered it at the head of the marching grinthers, almost eerily so. Not that the rookie adventurer and bride-to-be had much of an opportunity to drink in the atmosphere of the empty streets, put once more in a situation that left her certain she would die of sheer embarrassment.
At the start of the march to the grinther's new home, Elea had been walking along beside Chrysus. He saw no need to bind her, or even to leash her, though someone had presented him with a collar for that apparent purpose. He didn't see a need to let her wear her cloak either, and her boots were still missing (he'd thrown them into a dark corner of the cave on purpose). Being naked before all of those grinthers was mortifying, but at least they only saw her back and her bare bottom, a few dark bruises left from how hard he had spanked her. She walked as long as she could on her bare feet over the rough terrain, her ordeal made no easier by how frequently Chrysus reached for her breasts or her bruised bottom.
It wasn't very long at all. Elea's feet fit the rest of her body perfectly, petite just like she was in most respects, soft and not made like a grinther's at all. She tried not to complain, but it was impossible for her to hide soft but sharp hisses that left her whenever she stepped, which soon led to her future husband offering to carry her. Reluctantly, Elea accepted Chrysus' offer -- only to find herself shrieking, suddenly slung over his shoulder with all the dignity that Elea herself tended to give a sack of potatoes. If she kept her eyes open, she had to look at the long column of grinthers marching behind them, her breasts on blatant display, swaying as the march continued.
Though one arm of Chrysus' arms had to keep Elea steady up there, the other one took advantage of her state all the while, playing not just with her ass but its hole and her cunt too, rendering the mortified girl into a moaning mess. One of her hands clutched at Chrysus' back to keep herself certain of her steadiness, while the other was constantly splayed over her furiously blushing face, even once they were in the town proper. It didn't take very long for the town to come to life around them, however. Once everyone was into the walls and the gates were secured behind them, Chrysus turned and roared out, "Tonight, we celebrate!"
As a people, Grinthers were considered greedy and vulgar, crude and violent. To be fair, all those things were true to one extent or another. They loved nothing more than the rush of acquiring new loot, no matter where it came from, and their new home was absolutely full of treasures for them to find and lay claim to. They didn't love the sins of the flesh
more
than that -- but they certainly loved it and violence just as much, and found nothing more humorous than physically or verbally humiliating another person.
While individuals broke away to begin exploring their new home, small groups came together. Some of them fought, their roughhousing as vicious as some of the worst bar fights imaginable. Others indulged themselves, aggressively pawing at each other's bodies in a way that genuinely didn't seem that far off the vicious roughhousing. A very small handful of grinthers, men and women alike, simply allowed it to happen to them -- not that their submissiveness towards their fellows earned them any gentler behavior, and certainly not that they wanted any. A larger band went roving for the settlement's stock of alcohol, not that they had to look long or far.
It had already been set out for them by the advance team, who had prepared a cooking and feasting area in the town square. The grinthers who had work to do -- the cooks -- came together and began to prepare the finest meal they could, which wouldn't have been very fine at all by any other race's conventional understanding of cuisine.
