Barbarian Bound Ch. 04

Author's Notes: This is an erotic fantasy by Lyssabyss. This Chapter does contain a lot of plot advancing material. So please be patient with the dialogue. Additionally there are multiple sex scenes in this chapter, again it is plot driven and not supposed to seem gratuitous.

::PLEASE READ:: There is a graphic rape scene and a small amount of gore in this chapter. This chapter also contains a bit of BDSM and spanking.

I have done multiple passes through this Chapter, and hope I have caught any errors. As always I love to hear your comments and critiques, and I hope you will take the time to vote once you've read it. Thanks!

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I sucked in a breath as he stepped out of the water which brought a huge knowing grin to his face. He stalked forward slowly, like a true predator, his body ready to spring at any moment. My belly began to flutter in anticipation and as he dashed forward, a squeal of excitement burst from my lips and I darted towards the bedroom.

My stride was much shorter than his, he caught me easily up in his arms, which brought a scream from my lips and a deep chuckle from his. "Shh." He admonished, placing a hand over my mouth. "I have captured you again, my pet." He tossed me playfully onto the large plush bed, "What shall I do with you?"

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This wasn't just a game was it? No, not as I originally thought in any case, and it certainly did not stop me from toying with him. "I am not sure I should allow you to do anything with me, Kaptan."

"Better then, that I am the one to make those decisions for you, pet." Oro's eyes gleamed with promise, "I do specifically remember telling you not to call me Kaptan."

"Care to bargain?" I assumed a more assertive position on the bed, kneeling with my hands on my hips.

"Ha!" He gave a throaty chuckle. "It is not available for debate, much less something I will bargain for."

As he was about to crawl on the bed, I held out a hand to stop him, "Wait."

"Going to hold out on me, hmm?" He said with a devilish grin.

"I still want to strike a bargain." I looked in the eyes, "For something I want."

"And what do you want?" The husky resonance of his voice made me quiver.

More! Demand he fall to his knees to pleasure you! My inner demoness urged. I shook the thought away, "I do not want you to call me your pet anymore and I will not accept slave either."

"Will not accept...is that right?" The look in his eyes making me fidget.

"I am willing to bargain for this courtesy, Master." I said backing up as he climbed onto the bed.

"And what exactly are you willing to bargain with, my pet." He coaxed.

My breathing quickened, my mind was a clouded mess, "I do not know."

Before I could back away further he grabbed my arm and pulled me close, "You really don't, do you?" He proceeded to kiss my lips and moved down to my neck and collarbone. He drew me down onto the bed, my hair dampening the pillows beneath it, and began to work his mouth downwards, taking a nipple into his mouth.

I moaned softly. "Think of me as a servant if you want, but I am not an animal." Trying to regain focus on my cause.

He sucked my hard nipple into his mouth and bit it gently, tearing another pleasurable moan from my lips. "Your kitten-like purring disproves that."

I was losing ground in this battle with his constant delicious distraction. "Oro, I mean it!" I snapped, taking advantage of his surprise to cover my breasts with my hands. "I am not an animal! You have restrained and branded me, but I am still me!" I shook with frustration. "I do not debate that I am yours, or that you have the power to do what you want with me. But I -."

He held a finger to my lips "Hush."

"But -"

"I hear you, Esyld." His hands stroked over mine, and caressed my belly. Our eyes connected, "Okay, Esyld. I will do my best."

Perhaps for the first time since this ordeal began, I felt a genuine pleasant surprise and a small smile decorated my face. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet." His dark, lustful eyes devouring me. "Now move your hands." He commanded.

My lips twitched hiding a smirk before I dropped my hands away to the sides. "Better?"

"Much." He whispered, suckling a nipple back into his mouth. "Have you ever touched yourself, here." He encouraged as he rubbed a hand over my moistening lips.

"Yes," I breathed softly, "But I had never..." My voice trailing off.

"Cum?" He finished. "It is the perfect rush of euphoric power, is it not?" His mouth lowering to my other nipple, continuing to rub me gently.

I nodded.

"I want you to touch yourself." His voice so incredibly thick with desire.

My lips parted with hesitation and my hands rolled over my breasts and hips. My hand covering his. "I will help." Oro hummed against my neck.

He drew my fingertips down so they rest on my sensitive little bud which he had already applied my moisture to. As I had done before I moved my middle finger in circles around it, but embarrassment prevented me from enjoying it too much.

"Close your eyes." His tongue licked over my nipples and the soft expanse of my belly. My breath hitched as I felt him kiss and suck by my hip bone. "Don't stop." He urged my complacent fingers into action.

I rubbed the delicate bit of flesh, my body trembling as I felt him move between my legs, the scratch of his stubble on my inner thigh, which he replaced with wet kisses and suction until trailing upwards, his nose was bumped my hand.

"Gods." I moaned as his tongue ran up the length of my netherlips and produced a bit of spittle for my hooded nub. His mouth moved lower once more, bringing an outer fold into his mouth to suck and torture it with his tongue, before moving to the other side and repeating the same action.

I felt the rising blush of rapture rooting in my loins, pushed further by the nudging of his tongue into my clenching tunnel. "C-close." I whispered.

"Do you want to cum, Esyld?" He asked.

"Yes." I hissed passionately.

"You know what to do then." His voice commanding and deliberate.

"Please Master!" I nearly shrieked as he probed his tongue inside of me.

"You may." His deep growl of pleasure vibrating against my sex was enough to push me over the edge and my hips jerked up as my depths convulsed and my hands clutched at the bed. A pleasured cry pitched from my throat, Oro's strong hand clasping over my mouth to muffle me, as my body continued to quiver and undulate.

As I drifted back into my spent body, I licked my dry lips, I wanted more, as if the only thing that could quench my thirst was this indulgent taste of paradise. Oro hearing my unspoken need, latched his mouth against my sex once more, fervently nibbling, sucking and licking me to a state of madness.

I was whimpering with pleasure, "Yes, yes!" my hips escalating in motion.

His mouth withdrew quickly, making me whimper, "You must ask." He ordered.

"May I cum, Master?" My body shook with the suspension of denial.

"Yes." He raised my hips and pressed as much of his tongue inside of me, wiggling it around and rubbing at my clit.

"Oh Gods!" A guttural cry erupted from me as once more in a blinding fury I soared through the heavens and was reduced to a moaning, giggling puddle on the bed.

He took advantage of my open mouth to delve his tongue inside, sharing the taste of my arousal and eagerly moving between my legs.

"Please." I begged. What was a begging for? More? Surely not, my body was a spent mess and almost certainly could not handle any more pleasure.

"Yes!" He grunted and lined himself up flawlessly with his mark before directing my head to stare down between us. "Look." A single command that I helplessly obeyed.

His endowment pressed against me, I watched as he ever so slowly slipped inside my primed sex. He took my hand and led it back down between our bodies, "Again." He demaned. "When you find it, you may release."

I once more took up the liberty to stroke my aching clit, while he drove in and out of me, all the while my eyes never leaving the sight of his labor. After being worked so expertly it took only a few minutes before I was once again writhing on the bed. This time as Oro's large hands held my body in place, he pumped in and out of me faster, his manly sack slapping my bottom, and keeping me cycling through this blissful hysteria.

Once more he delved deep inside of me, spraying his seed at the end of me, as my body helped to milk him. Our cries of ecstasy echoing one another in the dark night. He held me tight in our delirium, and still imbedded deep inside of me rolled us onto our side, my lean leg draped over his.

With soft kisses we slipped into the beckoning draw of reverie.

Oro's slight movement was enough to wake me from a beautiful slumber, and our eyes met in the light of morning. The sun painted our bodies in a multitude of colors from the stained glass window above the bed.

"Good morn, Esyld." Oro smiled.

"Good morning" my voice drawled and I stretched my body lazily which caught me off guard as I realized his member was still pressed just inside my entrance. "Oh!" I exclaimed.

He gave his typical manly chuckle and pressed against me, pushing himself a bit more inside of me.

"Mmph." I moaned as I felt his body harden with ease.

It felt incredibly intimate as he slowly took me, looking into my deep blue eyes. I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. You shouldn't be enjoying this. I took a deep breath and pulled away from him and rolled off of the bed quickly, a look of astonishment on his face.

"Have I hurt you?" He panted.

"No." I let out an exasperated sigh, "Yes. I mean, I do not know." I said tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. What is happening to me?

He came to stand behind me as I picked through the fruit at the table, holding a small clementine in my hands, rubbing my fingers along its imperfections.

"You are very important to my happiness, and so, you must be open with me, in all things. Do you understand, Esyld?" His whispered kissing the nape of my neck.

"To your happiness, but what about mine?" I muttered.

"I cannot give you back to the life you once had. I will not." He sighed kissing the nearly healed brand at my shoulder. "All else is open, Esyld."

"No more bargains?" I questioned.

"I make no promises." I felt his smile against my skin, "I will not betray my countryman, and I will not release you, but there is little else I would not do for you."

"I bare the mark of a slave." I reminded him.

"You bare the mark of my House, Esyld. By brand or by ritual inking, it is customary to wear the symbol of your House as a Barbarosan. I claimed you, so that others would know that you are mine."

"You referred to me as 'chattel', so that is what I am, your property?" I accused.

"Careless words. Property implies that you are apart from me, that you could be sold, traded or gifted away. You are none of those things. You are mine, Esyld." His breath was hot on my neck, his aching need pressed against my back.

A deep sigh relaxed the tension I had not realized was there. "What happens now?" I could not light the road on this journey, because I did not know the destination.

"We go home." The full of his chest was pressed against my back. "The rest, we figure out along the way. It is our nature."

Could I really trust myself to the nature of a Barbarosan? What about my people? What about my father? "I cannot leave." I whispered. "My father -."

Oro exhaled forcefully, "Do you really wish to stay here?"

"I cannot leave him." Frailty leaking into my voice. I turned to face him, leaning against the table, Oro's manhood resting against my pelvis.

"You can, because you are not alone, Esyld." Oro's hand raised to stroke my cheek. "I am asking you to jump into the unknown; but you will be with me and in time that will be enough." He kissed me gently, probing the defense of my lips with his tongue before I allowed passage, our delicate organs caressing one another in a lewd display.

The familiar arousal sweeping over me, offering my nipples up to the warm air, and Oro's heated gaze. He gripped his arousal with his hand and bent to rub it over my furred patch then my crevasse below. He slipped the length of his shaft against me, using my soft folds to caress him before lifting me up onto the edge of the table.

Though apprehension still coursed through me, it seemed muted now by our unspoken need. Sitting atop this dark table I was at the perfect height to offer my sex to him, he propped my legs on the edges of the desk to balance and support my exposure. I leaned back, bumping into the bowl of fruit that contained those delicious clementines. Oro reached around me with a chuckle and moved the bowl to my side so I could lean back freely. I rested on my elbows, pelvis tipped to receive him and simply waited.

He stroked himself against my sensitive lips, rubbing the tip of his head up and down as he had the previous night with his tongue. The thought made me quiver with excitement.

"Do you want this?" His words thick with lust as he gripped his shaft.

I knew what he wanted to hear, and for the first time, I was happy to oblige, "Yes, Master."

He drove into me, burying himself to his base and dripped some spit into his hand to rub against my sensitive nub.

"Ngh!" I moaned. The previous nights climaxes leaving the naughty bud in a state of aching excitement. The pad of his thumb swiveled around it as he jarred me with each thrust of his broad shaft.

We grunted in tandem, his black curls swinging forward with each thrust. The angle with which he speared me, worked his wide crown continuously against a glorious space within me. My body tensed as I climbed the ladder of my undoing and I gasped as Oro rammed deep into me, reading my body "You may cum." He growled.

Light flashed behind my eyes and my ears rang from the sheer force of my climax. My hands slammed down on the desk, and inadvertently sent the ceramic bowl crashing to the floor. One final thrust and with a thunderous moan, his crown pulsed inside of me, each swell adding to the overwhelming rush within me.

With weak legs he tumbled back onto the velvet chair facing me, and I sprawled lewdly across the table with my legs still propped open and Oro's cream pooling on the dark wood of the table.

The door burst open, threatening to careen off of its hinges as Oro's men hustled inside.

"Kaptan! We heard something brea-" The words stuck in the Veteran's mouth as they all got a rich picture of what had just taken place. "Our apologies, Kaptan." The man said with bright red cheeks and backed out slowly, trying his best to shut the now broken door.

Oro fell into a roaring laughter, as if his men had not seen him naked, dumped into a chair, with me, oh Gods with me displayed...

I picked up a clementine that had managed not to crash off the table, in an act that would bring humiliating results, and threw it at him, as hard as I could. Sadly it curved too far to the right and instead sent another fragile item crashing to the floor behind him.

At least his men had the good sense not to enter this time.

Oro choked down his laughter at the sight of my red face, and walked towards me, "They will speak of it to no one, on my honor." He smiled rubbing my arm.

Now my face blanched. They had seen me. Not just naked as I was first exposed to the camp, but they saw me, splayed... "Oh Gods!" I groaned, burying my face in my hands.

He grabbed my hands pulling them away from my face. "Do not shield yourself, Esyld. It is embarrassing to be sure, but it will remind them of your place here, with me."

"As a barbarian whore." I lamented.

"As my lover, and-" His voice seemed somehow small, or timid. "-perhaps more."

My heart fluttered in my throat as a hand moved to caress my side and waist. His other hand scooped some of his spending, on the table, into his fingertips and massaged it back against my aching sex. "You cannot know how much this means to me." His whisper almost inaudible.

I observed the pride displayed on his face, accentuated by his warm brown eyes, black and gray stubble and thick bushy eyebrows.

"Okay, Oro." I said climbing gingerly off of the table. "I will go with you, because I cannot stay here, I cannot live with the memory of this place. But you must get a letter to my father. His heart would break with worry for me, he needs to know I am safe."

Oro smiled and gave a reluctant nod. "In the meantime, let us get you some proper clothes. Something that really suits you."

By the time it was all said and done I had spare undergarments, a proper riding cloak, fitted linen top and leathers that fit snugly against my bottom. Oro and I agreed that a dress would be impractical if I were to continue riding or needed to protect my legs. What a scandal this would have caused with my own people. Although, this was the least improper thing I had done thus far.

I braided back my hair once more, watching Oro change into his own leathers, linen shift and jerkin. Once we were finished he planted a kiss on my lips and took my hand guiding me towards the door. "We cannot hide in here forever." He said with a chuckle and wiggled the broken door open.

His men just inside the entrance of the manse, nodded politely and otherwise provided no indication they had even seen me this morning. "I will be taking Esyld into the Catacombs." Oro paused for a moment and looked to the red faced Veteran,"You have been my right hand for many years, Jakob." Oro shook Jakob's hand firmly, "I was offered a promotion, as a Majohr, before this expedition, should I desire to return to Barbos. It is an offer I have reason to accept now."

He looked to his men, "It has been my honor to serve as your Kaptan, and I entrust this duty now to Jakob. Till battle or old age take you, Kaptan Jakob, I recognize you as a true Champion of Barbos."

The Veteran's eyes glossed with denied tears, and nodded his acceptance, "Many thanks, my friend. We will drink to your honor and continued success tonight."

Oro smiled. "I would not miss it."

"Aye a chance to get drunk off yar arse!" A scruffy man jeered.

"Exactly." Oro laughed, rubbing his thumb over our joined fingers. "Try not to leave me too haggard for the boat ride in the morning."

"Boat?" I exclaimed.

"More a ship really. Takes far less time to travel by water, than by land." He said, "You will have your sea legs in no time." He said spanking my bottom playfully.

"I think you love to torture me." I quipped.

"You may be right, but I think you love it also." A fiendish smirk on Oro's face.

Jakob cleared is throat, "You are a charm for our Majohr. I hope you find peace in Barbos lands." He said with a gentile reassurance. "I am sorry for my intrusion."

"Speak no more of it." I insisted, my face flushing with embarrassment.

Doors down the hall opened loudly, and an entourage spilled out from behind them."Kaptan Oro!" Boasted a voice from across the hall. We all turned to face a bald, gray bearded man who stood front and center in the group. "Governor Aryn." Oro smiled thinly. The Governor's years of service had permanently marked him in the form of a scar trailing under his eye to the corner of his mouth. It has long since healed, but it pained me to look upon the pink raised flesh.

"There was quite a commotion earlier." He laughed, winking at me, a furious blush staining my cheeks. "Who might you be?" The Governor questioned.

"Esyld, sir." I replied softly.