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You've put it off long enough. Misha has already been satisfied, and you're now envious. You continue at your deep, hard pace, picking up speed as you approach your finish, dick throbbing. Misha is giving a squealing laugh with each thrust now as you smash her cervix powerfully. Almost there, you become more frenzied in your desire. Your hands, once placed for stability, are trying to pull her body into your thrusts. You can feel the precum leaking into her velvety folds, precipitating the end. Unable to take it anymore, your mad bucking is too much for either of you to take, and your cock expands as it lets loose a huge gush of cum while Misha's pussy tightens around you. She screams, shocked at the new sensation of molten semen squirting up against the base of her womb. Your back arches as you lean over her soft back. Your balls are still pumping seed into Misha, in what must have been five or six large jets that have reduced to a dribble. With regret you slowly take your softening dick out of her, sharp thrills of pleasure filling your now hyper-sensitive head on the way out. A small stream of both of your juices leaks out when you break the seal, and Misha reaches down to wipe up some of the foreign mixture. She looks at you questioningly, but you can't explain past the language barrier. Instead, you brush her hand away and give her a final kiss before laying your head on her bouncy chest. Tender feelings for your conquest fill your heart like none you've felt before. Misha slowly strokes your head with her clean hand and before long you're both asleep.

You have no idea how long it's been when you finally wake up. It looks to be about noon when you peek outside the tent, so about 10 or 11 hours. Misha is still naked on your bed under the sheets. Her long brown hair is drooped over her face as she sleeps quietly. You wake the still-sleeping barbarian girl. She smiles when you see her face and give her a quick kiss. You start getting dressed and direct her to do the same. Now fully clothed, you walk out of the tenth together with your arms around each other and Misha leaning her head into your chest. Your soldiers react in a variety of ways as your pair walks by some cheering, some laughing, others making faces and jokes, and a rare few softly offering heartfelt blessings and encouragements. You decide that it's time to deal with her mother and sister.

You walk to your prisoners with Misha on your arm. Her sister jumps to her feet and goes livid at first sight of you, but when she sees how happy Misha looks(though now somewhat cowed by her sister's presence) her face shows confusion and betrayal. Her mother gives a wan smile as you two approach. She looks at her daughter and mutters something in barbarian, and Misha says something back quietly. Their conversation is brief, but you feel it is meaningful. Her mother nods, and looks back to you. "Well your majesty, what are our fates?" she asks with grim dignity. After all you've been through, you have no hate left in your heart. The barbarians have been punished for now, and the **** of one of their most ferocious leaders and the taking of his daughter should leave them hesitant to attack in the near future. Your men hastily bury the bodies, and you allow the women to leave an offering for Vetrix according to their traditions. With as much magnanimity as you can muster, you return the two women's possessions and send them off to the nearest village with a map and some supplies. Misha hugs them tearfully as they go out of the gate, but she has shown her desire to stay with you.

The ride back to your castle is jolly for all except Misha. Your men boast and gamble boisterously over the loot they've taken from the barbarian looters. Your woman cries into your chest all of the first day. By the second day her spirits are better, and by the third she is almost her usual self.