The morning after that

The next morning finds Dobra waking up from her exhausted slumber on your chest. Unlike the nymphomaniac you fucked until she passed out from exhaustion the night before, the widow looks a bit sheepish. “Well, your Majesty,” she begins, “I know that I sounded so boastful last night, but eventually I may become too old to keep you interested.”

“Dobra, you're never going to get so old that I don’t want to fuck you.”

She kisses you. “But maybe we can find some other women to keep you sated, especially when I’m with your child, maybe a queen while we’re at it.”

The two of you get dressed and exited the tent together, with your hand behind her ass. As you and Dobra walk by, there were some cheering, and even a comment or two about how loud the two of you were, causing Dobra's face to redden in shame.

You walk to tent where Dobra's daughters were located. Shara, the older sister jumps to her feet when she sees you, but upon seeing her mother entering, she calms down. Dobra gives a wan smile as she looks at her daughters and mutters something in barbarian. Shara didn't answer, but Misha, the younger daughter replies.

Dobra turns toward you. "May I..."

You wave her off. The barbarians have been subdued for now; with their fierce leader killed and his family captured, further attacks are unlikely soon. Any lingering anger and hatred you have for the barbarians, probably went out together with the cum you ejaculated the previous night.

Your soldiers bury the dead, regardless of whether they're your soldiers or the barbarians. Demonstrating goodwill, you permitting the women to make an offering for Vetrix in accordance with their customs.