Accepts the deal

There is no way to back out of it now. "Very well, I accept the deal."

Dobra tell Kaelen your decision. The man nods, say a few words, and leave.

Later in the evening, Kaelen enters your tent, followed by a woman. She is taller than Dobra, her skin bronzed by the sun and marked with the faint white lines of hunt-scars. Her hair is braided tightly with leather thongs, and her dark eyes hold your gaze with a defiant curiosity rather than fear. She look at you, sitting on your bed, wearing only robe instead of your normal armor and tilted her head curiously.

Kaelen stops a few paces away. "Wife. Elka." he said in broken language, gesturing to the woman. He didn't bow, but he placed a heavy hand on the woman’s shoulder and push her toward you, before stepping back to tak a seat next to Dobra. He wouldn't leave, Dobra had explained earlier, until the pact is sealed. In short, he and Dobra will witness the deed.

You stand and approach her. Up close, she smelled of some wild flowers. You lead her to the bed, where the two of you sits. You reach out, trailing your fingers along the line of her jaw. She didn't flinch. You begin to strip away the leather vestments of her station. Kaelen watched with the stoic intensity of a man watching a treaty being signed in ink. As her clothes fell, Elka doesn't respond, even though her womanly naked body is being seen by another man.

You do not rush. You move your hands over her skin, finding the heat in the small of her back and the sensitive dip of her neck. You feelt her breath hitch, her stoic composure fracturing as your thumbs brushed over her nipples. Your hand move to the slight bump, the sign of a previous pregnancy, rubbing it. Elka look at your action with curiousity.

Slowly, you kneel before her.

Kaelen rises halfway from his seat but Dobra's words stopped him and he sits down. Uncaring to what had just happens, you parts Elka's thighs, your hands gripping the backs of her knees. As you lean in, the musk of her arousal mingles with the cold night air. Then you flick your tongue against her pussy. Elka let out a sharp, guttural gasp that echoed in the quiet tent. You work with a deliberate, rhythmic focus, tasting the salt and the sweetness of her, driving her to arch her back. Her fingers found your hair, gripping tightly.

Then she let out long gutteral cry as she climaxes, drenching your face with her juice.

With that done, you push her down to the bed, and enters her in one smooth, powerful thrust. Elka cried out in shock, and perhaps, pleasure. The two of you looked each other in the eyes.

"Elka, fuck." Elka said to you.

With that. you begin moving in her, building up a steady rhythm. You take your time, savoring the warm and feel of her pussy. Elka meets your pace, her legs locking around your waist, her heels digging into your back, her strong legs trained by horse riding being used to keep you as close as possible.

Eventually, the tensed pleasure builds over, and with a final, deep surge, you bury yourself within her, filling her waiting womb with your seed, as her legs locked behind your back.

Silence returns to the tent, broken only by the heavy breathing of the three participants. You let out a long breath, your cock softening but still buried inside the woman underneath you.

Kaelen approaches the bed, looks at his wife, then at you, and spoke some words to you. Then he speaks a few short, growling sentences to Elka.

She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead, looks her husband dead in the eye, and retors something made Dobra’s eyes go wide.

Kaelen throws his head back and barks out a rough, genuine laugh. He then says something to her before turning on his heel and stride out of the tent without another word.

You pull out your cock and lie beside Elka. "What was said?" you asks to Dobra who is approaching you.

Dobra shakes her, a small, wry smile playing on her lips. "Kaelen told her to remember her place and not to use her hidden knife to kill you in your sleep."

"And her response?"

Dobra looks at Elka, who was now watching you with satisfied interest. "As long as you keep spearing her like tonight, there's no need for her to reach for the night. In fact, if you keep up the 'good work' you started tonight, she might end up killing him instead, so she can stay in your tent forever. Then her husband replied that if that means he can get out of offering the customary tribute, he's more than happy to tie her in the tribal rope, and throw her into your tent."