an enemy warrior

It all happened near the end of the war. You were on a mission to **** one of the enemy’s finest strategical minds.
Sneaking inside the camp was not a problem. You’ve done that dozens of times before. Getting into his tent was another piece of cake. It was then the problems started.

The general was guarded by a woman. A skillful warrior who was quite a match for you. Many fighters prefer metal armor for the protection, but this slowed them down so much, which you quickly learned to take advantage from. This woman however opted for leather armor, which kept her quick on her feet.
Skilled though she might be, you are a legendary assassin. You ‘always’ get your target.

Once you brought the killing blow to the general, you abandoned the fight and ran out of the tent. You hurried past the soldiers, escaped into the forest. You made sure to plant some falls trails, and doubled back a few times so nobody would be able to track you. It’s not that hard, you’ve done this about just as many times as you sneaked into camps.
But just as you stopped to take a breath, you were attacked … by her.

That damn guard had followed you all the way here, ready to avenge her leader, and you hadn’t even noticed her approach. This was an insult.
You fought her once again, and to be fair, she gave you a difficult fight. Had you not been a living legend, you actually might have lost. Instead, you managed to give her a good blow to the head and knock her out cold.

In the aftermath of the duel, gazing over her **** body, you finally took the time to have a good look at her figure. Maybe it was the way her body flushed from the physical exertion. Or perhaps her wet hair as a result of how you made her sweat. Or the way her frame looked in the light of the full moon on this cloudless night. But just looking at her made you get a raging hardon for her.

You were about to take her then and there, but you started hearing voices in the distance. Shit, the enemy soldiers were closing in on you.
You took the woman, slung her over your shoulders, and continued your escape. You would take her with you, to your home. Once the war is over, you’ll make sure she'll be much more useful.