The Horselands

You can barely make out the shape of the horse in front of you thundering through the dark flatlands. You felt like quite a fool being outridden by a woman with only one non-injured arm. As it turned out, the crack from the wrestling bout had only been a sprained arm, a common sight in such endeavors. As your horse gallops, you see her across the horizon ride down a riverbank, hidden from sight. Once you finally catch up to her and dismount to face her, you see her bare body, ivory skin shimmering in the moonlight. Your cock hardens as you see this Northern goddess of fertility present herself in her most natural state to you. Flowing black locks lay past her shoulders reaching towards her firm, apple-sized breasts. A flat, lean set of abs appear on a trim waist above large hips and a splendid, tight pussy to match. Nothing however, could match her ass that peeked through her thigh gap. Toned and round, it was something that men would go to war and gladly die for.

As you walk up to her and rack your brain of things to say, she quiets you by meeting you by the lips.

By the time the feast had started, soldiers of both sides had largely forgotten the previous animosity and bonded in raucous laughter, boosting the cooperative morale immensely. You were positioned at the Khan's side, a place of both honor and subservience, something that you could give a bit of ground to since he was now your "father-in-law". Initially, you were quite on edge constantly looking and glancing around, but that all changed once Astana was escorted to the feast accompanied by her maidservants. Dressed in a traditional, royal purple silk dress that hugged her curves and followed her tight body, you instantly let go of any reservations. The two of you kept exchanging glances as you made distracted small talk with her father and his company. On numerous occasions, her brother, named Ratoi as you have learned, has gushed over you profusely saying what a pleasure it is to have an Emperor in the family. However, even his sliminess couldn't detract from the genuinely lively atmosphere of the function and the irresistible attraction between you and Astana.

Suddenly the Khan and his retinue stood and grabbed the both of you by the arm, they sent you both on your way with Astana leading first, galloping away, while you were expected to "capture and abduct" her.

"Enjoy yourself, but remember that we sleep only tents away." The old man gives you a stern look but ends with a chuckle. He had come to take a liking to you. With that, he slaps your horse's hinds and sends you lurching into the night.

As you begin to lean into her, she pulls away suddenly and gives you a smirk. She brushes your hard cock before she flees towards the river. So that's her thing, you think to yourself. You chase after her regardless.

"Get away, you savage imperial. I'd sooner toss this body into the raging depths than let you despoil it with your seed. My body is promised for my husband alone." She mocks as she wraps her arms around herself. In the blue, black of the night, the pale barbarian princess seemed so ****. You inch towards her as if testing a cornered animal.

"Stop! One more step and I'll fling myself over!" She leans towards the edge of the shallow bank.

You lunge at her as she tips herself over the edge and catch her right before she falls into the water. Finally, you wrap your arms around her firm body as she melts into you and meets your lips. Your hand slips down to her crotch as you find it sopping wet with arousal. She reaches into your trousers and wraps her soft, soothing fingers around your pulsing hardness. Spinning her around and flinging her to the ground, you quickly take off your shirt and trousers. You fall between her legs as she pretends to try to close them and beat at your chest. You rub your cock along her moist pussy as her fists turn into soft fingers running up and down your abdominals. She lets out a moan as you cup a breast in one hand and rub her clit with the other. Her pale face reddens as she locks her legs against your waist and moves your hand. Almost breathless, she gives you a pleading look.

You position your tip into place and begin to inch into her. The tightness almost forces your cock out as she trembles into accommodating your length. Slowly, you push your entire length into her virgin pussy. You note the lack of her hymen but you account it to the horse-riding culture. By the time you begin to thrust, she winces with every motion, clearly finding your size too large. In response to her pain, you slow down to look at her. Suddenly her gaze turns defiant.

"Is that all you've got, Imperial? No wonder all your people are so soft and weak, your wives can't take a proper pounding. How do you sow your fields with such dull- AHHH"

She begins to scream as you start to ram into her. You've tolerated enough lip from her, she was having more than enough fun on her own. You feel her tight, velvety walls on your shaft rub against your ****. With each thrust, her firm tits jiggle in your face. You balance on one hand while wrapping your other hand around her throat in your missionary position.

"UH- Your weak semen- AH- could never -MMPH- breed -AH- a daughter of the steppes. Even if you shot your seed into my womb, the Sky god would never allow your seed to pass through his barriers."

She lifts her legs higher to allow for deeper penetration. This bitch in heat clearly wanted one thing. You will oblige her. Pressing against her so that her tits squeezed against your chest, you embraced her so that your head locked against hers in a mating press. You grip either side of her taut stomach as you jackhammer into her velvety cunt, a luxurious respite against the harsh steppe ground. Your balls swell as you prepare to fire your load into the beautiful warrior princess beneath you. You feel her cum and release as you thrust your cock as deep into her as possible and let loose. You jettison what seems like innumerable amounts of seed into your barbarian concubine as her tight walls coax and milk at your dick. As you pull out of her, some seed slips out with it. Words do not suffice as the both of you lock lips and settle into a spoon.

"Thank you, my Emperor. I promise to provide strong sons. Good warriors. Just like you." She whispers dreamily, nestled into you. As the both of you snuggle against each other, enjoying each other's warmth against the cold, rough steppes. You close your eyes as you rub at her flat belly, wondering if your seeds have sprouted. Soon, you fall asleep.