After being captured by soldiers, (see 'Uncovering a spy') Dyna, the Amazon warrior, needs all her wits to take care of herself. She can no longer keep an eye on her niece who let herself be caught earlier on purpose - because the soldiers looked so terribly attractive! Right now, Dyna is supposed to be a gift for the senior in the camp, a man called Wulf, a big bull with groping paws.
The bearskin in front of his tent attracted a lot of traffic. Wulf noticed with a large grin on his face how nearly every soldier felt the need to inspect the latest addition to the camp, a ripe Amazon warrior, arms tied to a stake above her head and legs spread wide. He'd made sure she showed a wet and quivering cunt to the world before he left her to simmer a bit. Considering the way she had reacted to his touching and kissing he really looked forward to their next meeting. But, first things first.
Wulf moved his big frame to the tent of his son, Runar, who had caught another Amazon earlier in the day. Bending his head, he entered the black leather shelter. Furs on the floor muffled his footsteps giving him a chance to watch the other captive unobserved. Her hair was more brown than black and she was at least fifteen years younger than the new prisoner. But when he noticed the same green eyes he frowned. Everyone knew Amazon warriors were black-haired and brown-eyed, didn't they?
"Runar, how did you manage to net her?" His low voice rumbled and made the girl jump nearly out of her skin. She had been so engrossed in kissing and stroking his son; she almost seemed in trance. Wulf chuckled. "Well? Lost your tongue? Or did you get it unhinged on that pussy?" He waved a hand at the naked body of this younger Amazon. It looked very inviting. And going by the twitch between his legs, his cock thought so too. She was as tall as that Dyna, but slimmer with a nice round bottom and moderate pink-nippled breasts that stood proud. He licked his lips as his eyes followed the line of long, graceful limbs. Maybe she was less plump but he could see she was just as well muscled. Her skin had a healthy glow and appeared soft and inviting.
His son turned slightly red in his face as he looked towards the entrance of his tent. "Sorry Wulf. She's just so damned juicy. I can't seem to keep away from her. By the way, her name's Agila." He patted the girl on her bottom and shoved her to the back of the tent. He never noticed but his father did, that this casual treatment caused her eyes to send bolts of green fire in his direction.
"What did you ask? Oh, yes, how I caught her." Runar settled himself as if embarking on a wonderful story but he didn't get an opportunity.
"Just the bare facts, please. Something is really bothering me about this." Wulf moved his shoulders, feeling uneasy. "In all my years I have never heard of Amazons getting caught without giving so much as a scratch. It doesn't add up. It just doesn't."
Runar's face turned thoughtful. "You know, you do have a point." He laughed, a bit shamefaced. "It made me feel rather good. But now you mention it, it does seem odd." He looked briefly to the girl sitting at the rear of the ten, her hands tied in front of her, a fine chain running from her left ankle to the tent pole making sure she couldn't run away. He narrowed his eyes when he saw her expression. She tried to hide it, but she was clearly laughing at him. He nodded to his father. "You're right. Look at that smug face."
Wulf nodded. "I'd say you've been had, son. Don't ask me why, but it looks as if she wanted to be caught." He turned a thoughtful look towards Runar. "Do you think the other one wanted to as well, some kind of trap or something?"
Runar looked indignant. "How the hell should I know? I didn't even figure out that this one did." He reached for a wineskin and took a big swig. "You'd have to ask Ivar. He's the one who brought her in."
Wulf grabbed the skin. Before he swallowed a sip of the dark red, potent wine he sighed. "About Ivar, I certainly appreciate the offer of that Dyna, but ..."
The Amazon at the back of the tent interrupted him. "Dyna, did you say Dyna?" The smugness completely vanished. In its place sat a look of disbelief, tension. When she noticed the soldiers looking at her, she tried to look unconcerned but it clearly bothered her that she had reacted out loud.
"That does it!" Wulf stood up in one fluid motion. "She even speaks our language. And I knew they had something in common. I mean, look at those eyes. Come to my tent after worshipping. Oh, and bring her along." Before he stepped outside he grinned back at his son. "Right now I have some worshipping of Frigga to do." With that he left, the flap of the tent swishing in place.
Once outside he took a deep breath. By Thor, he did need a woman! He had already been half erect from handling that Dyna. After seeing Agila working on his son's body, he was stiff as a pole. With a few steps he reached the bearskin in front of his own tent. For a moment he just stood, appreciating the view, the full breasts tight with the dark brown nipples standing erect, the nicely rounded legs, the hungry cunt. The Amazon had her eyes closed and her jaws clenched, obviously trying very hard to ignore stares from the camp soldiers and, just as obviously, failing miserably. Her nether lips looked like a flower covered with dew, unfolding under the glare of male eyes. Wulf nearly smacked his lips before he bent down and removed Dyna's leg bands and the dagger they held. He might be horny, but that didn't mean he was turning stupid.
