Tannah looked down from her saddle at the woman sobbing pathetically before her. Strewn throughout the street lay the bodies of her neighbors and family, most of them killed in the last hour. Tannah glanced at the warrior beside her and saw him smirking from lust and amusement, his battle axe at his side, his other hand controlling the reigns of his horse.
Tannah dismounted and hefted her curved blade, seeing droplets of crimson already beginning to dry on its surface. The woman didn't cower, protest or beg, she simply wept, her last moan cut short with a gurgle as Tannah struck her head from her shoulders.
"Shame," the younger warrior said, "I could have made that one my first tent wife."
Fanazar was a pretty man with short blonde hair and a scraggly youthful attempt at a beard growing on his chin, and like all the pretty men Tannah fought with he seemed to lack any kind of compassion.
Tannah studied him as she wiped the blood off of her blade with a piece of torn fabric. It seemed he'd been just a boy only a month ago, and now he was broad in the chest, wore raider's chain mail and outfought some of Gavwen's more seasoned fighters.
She had been watching him practice ever since he had been made a full warrior. He was strong and lightning quick with his axe, which he could hurl it with uncanny accuracy at some ranges.
Tannah put a foot in the stirrup and lifted herself into the saddle of her mare.
"You'll get another one," she replied to him, surveying the carnage as the others looted. She listened to the familiar sound of flames crackling and women sobbing as the men took them against their will.
Tannah had been one of those girls once, back when she was only nineteen years of age, when she first met general Gavwen. For the whole first month after his raiding party killed her family he took her twice a day expecting her to get with child.
When Tannah never got sick from pregnancy and the other girls did he decided she likely never would, but Gavwen was a man who made every possible use of the things he took. He gave Tannah a sword and taught her to fight, each night daring her to try and use her skills to slit his throat as he fucked her. Tannah never made an attempt on his life.
In the years that followed she watched the other girls die giving birth, the first time if they were lucky. When she was strong enough with the blade and had earned Gavwen's trust in bed he allowed her to join the others and earn a mercenary's pay.
"Fanazar," Tannah said as the young man ogled a pair of tits. He watched them sway as the young girl they belonged to choked back tears, her hands against a wall, her butt jiggling as one of the raiders pounded her ruthlessly from behind.
"... Yes," he answered, finally turning away as they rode through the village side by side.
"You've never had a girl have you?" she asked, the corners of her mouth curling up in a grin as she said it. The young man's face began turning red as he faced her.
"I ..." he stammered, clearly taking it more personal that he should. Tannah laughed, watching his expression change to indignation and frustration.
"Sure, have your fun," he said, "one of these days I'll be in charge. Laughing won't be so easy when you're choking on my fat cock." Tannah bit her lip and blushed slightly as she thought about it.
"Hey now," she said, looking him up and down, "it's a long ride back, don't go making me wet until I'm out of the saddle and can do something about it." Fanazar's blush deepened and he smirked to hide his awkwardness. Tannah was at least ten years older than Fanazar but now he was a man and she was still a desirable woman. Thoughts of his sparsely hairy face between her thighs often flashed through her mind while she touched herself.
They rode back to the camp together, exchanging compliments on a battle hard fought, Tannah occasionally poking fun at Fanazar, hoping to draw more sexual threats out of him.
When they finally reached Gavwen's staging area it was already getting dark. The other men were drinking and shouting stories of their kills or taking the girls they'd captured into their tents and making them squeal.
"What's the matter boy!" one of the men growled, playfully addressing Fanazar, "still haven't netted yourself a woman!? Were they all too strong for you!?" He slapped Fanazar hard on the back as he and the other men burst into laughter.
"I see that's why I had to do all the hard fighting, you were all busy bagging bitches," Fanazar replied. The others burst into laughter again. Tannah imagined becoming Fanazar's first as she watched them, glancing at the generals tent from time to time, expecting Gavwen to send for her soon.
Some minutes later she saw him emerge. He was a big man, standing about seven feet tall, wearing a fur skin cloak on his chest and back, and scars of battle on his face. He had a slight limp from taking a spear in his thigh when he was in his prime.
"Tannah!" he yelled in the booming voice that still terrified her. She stood up from sharpening her sword and walked dutifully toward his tent, avoiding the gazes of the younger raiders. He saw her approaching and grinned, then disappeared behind the tent flap.
Tannah glanced one last time at Fanazar, and saw him looking back. She turned away, hoping that no-one had noticed their gazes meeting. Gavwen would, and had, killed men who openly made passes at Tannah.
When she entered the tent she saw Gavwen with his most recent fare, a dark haired girl of about twenty whom he'd gotten pregnant some weeks earlier. She sat naked on a stack of furs opposite where Gavwen was already busy undressing. She was thin with olive skin and dark nipples atop slender breasts, and a mane of black hair above her naked cunt.
Gavwen didn't need to tell Tannah what he wanted. She had been his tent wife long enough, she knew what to do.
The girl in the corner was new to Gavwen's camp, captured from a caravan they had come upon by chance on their way into the area.
"She needs to learn," he had said. He'd spent a week training the girl not to weep while he fucked her. Tannah knelt before Gavwen, looking up at his cold eyes, a casual expression on his scarred face.
She untied his trousers, letting them slide over his thighs and fall to the ground exposing his pale thick cock and his wrinkled balls. She wrapped her calloused hand around his leathery shaft and inhaled the stink of his unwashed groin.
"Come girl, remove my clothes," Tannah said as she stroked Gavwen's partially erect length. She heard the girl approach timidly, then felt her reach around her body, putting her slender fingers to work at the buttons of her vest.
Tannah pressed her mouth to the tip of Gavwen stiffening manhood, and then opened wide, allowing his penis to slide across her tongue and into the back of her throat. She let it remain there, feeling it stiffen between her lips as she peered up at him, imagining Fanazar in his place. Gavwen's curly pubic hairs tickled her nose and her mouth watered around his cock as it grew and became firm.
"Ahh, that's my girl," he moaned as Tannah's lips slid back along his member, her palms on his strong thighs, staring down his slimy length as she sucked. The girl behind her drew her vest and cloak over her shoulders as she bobbed her head. She felt cool air against her breasts as Gavwen's manhood bulged with arousal against her tongue.
"The most important thing about pleasuring a man with your mouth," he said, putting his hands on Tannah's face and rocking his hips gently, "is keeping your teeth from touching his cock."
Tannah tried not to gag as his erection slid deep into the back of her throat. She could already taste his salty precum coating her palette and the insides of her cheeks as it oozed from the tip of his penis.
"Tannah has been pleasuring me like this for years, no doubt you can learn how she does it," he said. Tannah listened to the click of metal and the rub of leather as the girl undid her belt. She imagined Fanazar preparing to mount her as the girl pulled her pants down, exposing her hairy pussy as her lips slid along Gavwen's rock hard shaft.
She felt his balls bump against her chin as he held her head in place and fucked her mouth, his manhood slick and shiny with her saliva, drool dangling from her bottom lip. Each time his cock slid over her tongue into the back of her throat Tannah could taste a little bile, but each time she swallowed it back along with the slimy goo that trickled from the tip of his penis.
"Ahhh," Gavwen moaned, Tannah's eyes watering as she looked up from his groin, her lips tight around the base of his erection. "You see," he said, gazing down at the young girl behind her, "her mouth is like a second pussy to me." For a moment, Tannah's fantasies about the young warrior turned into thoughts of murdering Gavwen, a desire that she hadn't allowed to trouble her since she was young.
"Ggnnggh!" she gagged as Gavwen's cock bulged in her mouth.
What if Fanazar really did become leader, she thought, tasting the sweat on Gavwen's length as it slid across her tongue. What if he killed Gavwen and took me as his first tent wife. Tannah felt her cunt moisten as she imagined the young man having her.
It wasn't beyond the realm of possibility. Gavwen's joints were much stiffer now than in his youth. The injury to his thigh had made it difficult for him to ride a horse so now he rarely joined the men in battle. Despite this, Gavwen was still the biggest and possibly the most skilled warrior among them. It was likely he would still kill the boy if it came to combat.
"Girl," Gavwen said as his hips rocked, Tannah's lips touching his naked scrotum each time he pushed his cock into the back of her throat. "Wet Tannah's cunt for me will you." The girl's slender hand went between Tannah's thighs and she could feel her soft fingertips rub across her clitoris as she smeared spittle along the furrow of her womanhood. It was entirely unnecessary. Her pussy was already open and drooling from thoughts of her young raiding companion.
Then to Tannah's surprise the girl hooked two fingers up into her cunt. Her hand remained there for a long moment, her fingertips massaging the inside of her vagina. Tannah could feel her juices cover the girl's palm and run across her knuckle as her other hand went to her breast. She drew them back out slowly and Tannah felt her clitoris bulge as she pushed them into her again.
