Be his concubine

When you say you agree with his terms, Thonjir shows no reaction. Being the wildling he learned to be, he just starts to undress.

“What are you doing?”, You ask, a little scared.

"Taking my clothes off", he answers the obvious.

“But…”, he looks at you with those piercing yellow eyes, filling you with dread. “I just took a long walk in the cold. My legs are hurting… and so are my feet. Can't we wait a while?”, You get a little flushed, but you really need to rest. Blood needs to circulate through your legs again.

"Well, nothing better than sex to warm up the body, isn't it?", Or a fire, you thought. “Don't worry about your legs, you won't be walking tomorrow. Not even today. Have you forgotten? I just told you how heavy my sack is, it looks like you didn't hear. Feel grateful for not having to carry a child of mine, since you don't have a pussy for me to penetrate”.

You were intimidated that he was talking to you like that, and about you.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Nothing...", you said, almost feeling humiliated, but little by little this humiliation turned to lust and your cock started to tighten your underwear, especially when Thonjir revealed his mottled chest that he hid under those heavy blankets. A sculpted and scarred manly breast. Warrior scars.

"Are you admiring me?" He asked, without any sign of pretense on his lips or expression.

"Oh, no", you said, and started taking off your clothes just like him.

"No problem if you are," Thonjir said, as he untied his pants. “When I was your age, my father also had a body like mine, and I admired him. Not the way you're admiring me, but... I wanted to be like him. Do you want to be like me? ”

"I don't know", no, you mean. You always thought your body was beautiful the way it was. All the girls thought you were cute, and your mother was always proud of the quality of your skin and the delicacy that the gods provided when they sculpted your shapes. You always liked your small, delicate hands, your well-groomed nails and your fluffy feet… and also your big, soft ass, although it caught the attention of other men. You didn't like to admit it, but you always liked your own femininity.

"Wait," he said.

"What?", You asked as you untied some knots from the leather vest.

“Just take off your pants. And the boots. ”

"...Why?"

“Because I'm telling you, boy. You agreed to be my concubine. Do as you are told ”.