Become his woman.

Since you've 'infiltrated' the barbarian horde, you may as well play along. You'll be able to determine their numbers, and maybe even their strategies.

Your firmly remind yourself you're not choosing to stay just because of the strange pleasure you feel when your new barbarian companion praises you.

Pointing at Odbrak, you compliment him with "Strong man. Brave man."

You see his already large chest swell larger still with pride. Most men enjoy being praised by beautiful women, and you see Odbrak is no different.

Then, you place a hand to your chest, saying, "Odbrak's woman", with a smile on your face.

It's odd how natural it feels, praising Odbrak and declaring yourself his woman. You feel a sense of pride in doing so, as if being the woman of such a great man brings purpose and joy to your life.

You firmly remind yourself that you're just here to gain information on the horde, but you can't suppress a delighted laugh as Odbrak scoops you up and presses you to his well-muscled chest, kissing you soundly.

You melt into his embrace, feeling helplessly giddy as he breaks the kiss and grins at you with a mix of lust and pure adoration.

You feel his hand snaking it's way up under your dress, finally grabbing a handful of your posterior while he pushes one finger against your still-virgin hole.

Against the front of your body, you feel Odbrak's massive serpent, slain only minutes earlier, already beginning to revive. You wonder if perhaps you didn't do a bit too good of a job getting on his good side...

Odbrak worms his finger deeper into you, his grin widening as you let out a small gasp.

Kissing you briefly, he informs you in a gentle, but firm, voice, "will be gentle." He doesn't seem willing to settle for a mouth this time...