Annama, a barbarian woman with a magic ring. (That gives her a dick!)

"What the fuck is this?" you say, pointing at a red marker on Vertos map.

The middle-aged man cocked his aging eye at you with a mix of confusion and amusement. "Is there something wrong with my map, Annama?"

"You have a town in the middle of nowhere," you say with a chuckle, "Look, it's in the middle of the mountains."

Vertor's rolled his eyes and smiled, "Believe it or not, there is a small town there. It's impossible to get to, but it's there and inhabited."

"By what, snowmen?" said Latauis joining in the teasing.

"You'll be surprised where civilization can spring up where the will is strong enough," said Vertor roiling up his map, "So I trust you are familiar with the area then."

"Provided that your map is accurate," you say with a smirk.

"It's more accurate than most," Vertor tells you, "It will take us two days to reach the ambush sights if we take the route I have laid out. We'll arrive three days before the imperial convoy, giving us plenty of time to make camp, set up a few traps-"

"Fuck each other senseless," Latauis added while eyeing your body.

You roiled your eyes, lightly raked your hand through your red hair, then placed your palm on the side of your perked hip. "Can you think of anything outside of fucking?"

"What else is there to think about!" you heard one of the men call out from behind you. He was later joined by a loud cheer from the rest of the raiders, including the few females that accompanied you.

You blushed and smirked at the small army behind you as you openly admitted to yourself that one of the reasons why you became a shield sister was to fight alongside strong, shirtless men and then have a little fun with them afterward. In fact, you had already had a few "sparing matches" with Latauis. He's a handsome, strong man with dark golden hair, fair skin, and a clean-shaven face. Though he drove you mad at times, he was still your favored man in the tribe. You were even considering baring his children once this season's raids were done. As you eyed his strong shirtless body, you could still see a few of the bite and claw marks you left on his shoulders.

Vertor chuckled and shook his head, "Yes, there will be plenty of time for that. Just hold off before impregnating any of our female warriors. I want to make good use of them in the coming fights before they take on the challenge of parenthood, and believe me there is no greater challenge.

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Later that night, you were making your way to your tent, your head swimming in mead, when out of the corner of your eye you noticed Latauis following you. You smirked at the handsome young man and added a little sway to your step through the flaps of your tent. You made your way over to your fur-covered bed, removed your leather bra, and crossed your hands over your bare bust. When you heard the flaps open behind you, you looked over your shoulder and gave Latauis and longing smile.

Your heart fluttered at the sight of his loincloth rising before sliding away from his impressive manhood. He untied his cloth, letting the wolf pelt slide down his muscular legs before pooling on the fur-covered ground. He then walked over to you and slid his strong hands over your toned thighs.

You shivered at first as he toyed with you, but then you felt a sharp sting followed by a loud slap. You yelped and giggled before turning to him, ready to slap him, but he grabbed your upper arms before you could raise them.

"You are a fucking ass!" you said, trying to suppress a giggle unsuccessfully.

He, in turn, gave you a shit-eating grin before tugging you closer to his firm chest. "And you have a beautiful ass," he purred before drawing his lips closer to your neck. "And curves," he reached down and untied your loincloth before cupping your now bare bottom. "And eyes," his voice softened as he brushed his lips over your neck, making you shiver. "And lips."

He brushed the side of your cheek as he drew his lips closer to yours. You could feel your heart pulsing and your body shivering as your handsome man kissed you. You closed your eyes, hugged your toned arms around his body, and pressed your breasts into his. "I love you," you gasped against his jaw.

"I love you too," he purred against your panting lips, kissing them once more.

"Make me your woman, Latauis," you sighed against his neck as you clung to him, not wanting to let him go. Meanwhile, the world seemed to fade around you.

"Are you sure?" he purred, his voice echoing in your ears as he laid you onto your back, "You'll miss the raid if I impregnate you?"

Your eyes start to water as you begin to spread your legs for him. "At least I have your child," you choked, "And I won't have to watch you die."

He hugged you tightly and pressed the tip of his cock against your lips, but sadly it felt too much like your middle and ring finger. "You know this isn't how it happened." He purred into your neck though his voice sounded more distant.

"I don't want you to go," you cried, pushing your fingers into your weeping sex, "Please stay with me, my love." Your eyes open, and much to your disappointment, you're no longer dreaming, and your dead mate is gone.