The young brunette was amazed by the amount of somewhat warm welcome that the tribe gave to her. She expected the people, the warriors and their women to be cold towards her, to not enjoy the presence of a woman from another village. At least that is what she had heard about them from the travellers, that the tribe to which she had been sold was not at all a welcoming place. That whomever dared to cross into their territory was killed brutally, visviously.
And yet here she was. Being welcomed by cheering villagers, given the gifts of flowers, jewels and other pretty little things that the people brought for her. The brunette was wary though, she was not sure if she should relax slightly and accept the welcome or if an should stay alert, stay guarded in case something bad was to happen. She was on the enemy’s territory now and no matter how much her new husband would want for her to turn her back against her family - she could not do that just now.
Anna watched everything quietly, understanding only every other word that her husband spoke to his people. She bit on her lower lip when he grabbed her hand and lead her towards a horse, a poweful stallion that looked as if it was ready to pick whomever dared touch him that was not his master. Anna slowed down slightly, not at all eager to get too close to the dangerous animal but before she had a chance to do a thing she felt strong arms wrap around her slender waist and then she was hauled up into the air and then onto the horse’s back. She looked at the people as they cheered them on and then a moment later her new husband kicked the horse, making the stallion gallop towards the sunset.
Once they arrived at the cliffs, Anna stayed slightly behind, curiously watching the customs that he fullfilled now. She watched, fascination burning in her green eyes - She loved getting to know about New things, that’s why she knew so many different languages, that’s why she decided to travel across the lands to see how life worked. The only tribe she had never dared to go to was the one she was sold to now.
The brunette was snapped out of her thoughts as her husband now walked up to her. She was about to take a step away though before she even made a nice the man was in front of her. She felt his tongue on her skin, making her frownin confusion at why he would lickthe bloody mark off instead of washing it away with the water. The young woman watched the man, silent, meek and slightly scared of what was to follow next.
Turned out that her worries were justified. Anna gasped in surprise, not at all able to make a sound as the pain errupted in the side of her head. She lifted her hand as if to touch the spot, shocked, speechless about the fact that he dared to lift his hand on her. In her tribe it was the greatest sin against the goddess of family and fertility to do something like this. And yet here She was - being hurt, being damaged and broken by the very man whom was supposed to love and care for her.
“W-why?” Anna asked breathless, her green eyes blurry with tears that had began to stream down her cheeks after a few of the first punches and kicks. Now she knelt, barely able to keep away from the pain that wrapped around her body and yet the man continued. As he grabbed her by her hair, making her hiss quietly, the woman looked into his eyes. The brunette breathed heavily, blood that dropped from her split lip now staining the pretty white dress and she narrowed her eyes a little bit, weak, scared - terrified of her own husband. And in a moment like this, when his presence above her demanded nothing but submission she managed to utter the words that would seal her fate.
There were things his bride would have to learn if she expected to survive among his people. Their ways and customs were set in stone and would never change, especially not for an outsider. Being the wife of a warrior was no walk in the park, but it came with its fair share of rewards too, once she earned them. Surviving tonight would be her first challenge. If she did, then it would be all on her to learn their ways or fail. Kade, not ever having experienced the slightest sensation of nurturing, would have little to do with her progress. His expectations were written into her body already, it was up to her to figure how she would meet them now.
Although adding such a beauty to his harem would please the patriarch greatly, Kade did want her to endure the ritual and come back to him as his wife. Any alternative would be disappointing, but he wouldn’t question the gods’ design. Anna didn’t have a say in the matter. If he wanted her as a wife, then he would set her on the path to becoming that. With her confirmation, Kade nodded to her once before pressing forward with the ritual unionizing.
He spun Anna around to face the rock, forced her chest parallel to the ground and hands flat against its surface, and craned her head back so she could look up at his blood seal and pay proper tribute to it as he took her for the first time. He tore her pretty white dress easily to shreds barely dangling on her body, exposing her entire backside to him. Kade approved, low grunts and whispered lewd curses in his tribal tongue accompanying the crashing waves below to fill the nighttime silence. The knapsack he toted then twisted in his hand, the blood of his last kill now leaking and dripping onto her back, covering her in the animal’s blood. His hands would glaze over her body, leaving prints and streaks in blood in almost an appreciative manner.
But the slightly gentle appreciation stopped when his large hands clamped down on her tiny waist to hold her in place when he kicked her legs apart. Having not relieved himself in a fortnight in preparation for his wedding per tradition, his massive cock had gotten incredibly hard from the moment he began beating his bride. Once he untied the front of his cloth pants to free his erection and tilted her rear up in the air just a little more Kade wasted no more time and mounted Anna for the first time, spearing merely half his length into her cunt and bottoming out already. She was forever robbed of her virtue.
Like all virgins he mounted, Kade would start a somewhat slow, yet forceful rut as to get her body to yield to the sudden intrusion. Her virginal walls would struggle to accommodate his size and her tiny body lurched with every powerful impact, but he would ride her tonight. Whether she could take it or not, Kade would ride her, own her, fill her, and properly put her on the path to becoming his wife.
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