Vorro enters the tent.

I remembered seeing Vorro at the bonfire. A man of his stature and build was hard to miss. The giant never participated himself but he did lock eyes with me several times, just as he did now. Seeing him tower above me as he entered made me feel **** like a doe being faced with a wild bear. I immediately covered my lower half with the stitched linens as I felt something else stir. This made him smile.

"Abo, take care not to lose what we give you." The wash bin seemed comically small in his brutish hand as he tossed it back towards Abo.

"Apologies, Yarl Vorro. I'll go fetch new water."

He waited until Abo was well off before closing the flaps. My heart skipped a beat upon realizing I was now alone with him. A shackled prey, helpless to his every whim and fancy. Monsters like him were of another breed, sculpted and forged in the harsh Northern winds. As I stared up at him, in frightened awe, I had an impulsive thought of how he would take me. Would he **** me down like the others? Was his cock as large as the rest of him? Would I be able to handle it? I watched as he neared closer and towered beside me.

"Have you recovered? Did my men treat you too harshly?" He slowly pulled down the linen that covered me, which I desperately clung on to with both hands bound. Vorro entertained my plea for a second before ripping it away from me. To my own shock my erection had returned just as the night prior. I didn't understand why my body was reacting this way. I wanted nothing more than to run away, far from this accursed tent and this damned island. Hovering closer, with a gentle flick I watched as my erection bounced off my stomach and left another pearly strand of sticky white.

"You are still excited? Did they not satisfy you?"

And before I could react he lifted my arms above me and stroked my erection between his two fingers.

"Tsk. I knew when I saw you, flaunting your cock that you were a whore."

"D-Damn you! You're all barbarians! Heathens! I am a soldier of light, I-" I squirmed under his tight grasp but this only made him press down harder.

"You were born to pleasure other men. You are no warrior. The only sword you crave is another man's between your legs."

His breath still reeked of strong booze and soot from last night's fire. As his chest pressed harder against mine I could feel my heart pounding against his.

Vorro was no longer moving his hand along my shaft. Instead it was me desperately thrusting between his loosened grip. And gradually, the closer I came to climax the more he pulled back. He was toying with me. He enjoyed seeing me depraved, his conquest groveling before him. And then is when I realized in the midst of our fervent sodomy, I was falling too deep. My morals were slipping, my learned chastity at the citadel, crumbling down. Was I past the point of no return? If Brother Dain or any of the other Crusades were in my position would they act as I was? I was disgusted with myself yet a growing part of me no longer cared. Perhaps Vorro was right and I was meant to serve better men like him.

"Open your mouth" he commanded.

And I did so without thinking, my tongue hanging far below my lips like a dog in heat. He then slipped in his fingers which tasted unpleasant and sweet, coated with the same translucent white that dripped down my erection.

"Please." I begged him as I laid there exposed, my cock whipping back and forth trying to find some form of friction.

This made him laugh. Wiping my own drool across my chest, he got up and reached for his sword. I panicked. But it wasn't fear that he would kill me or knock me down again. But fear of him leaving me, unsowed.

"W-Where are you going?"

He didn't answer. Did I do something to upset him? When would he be back? Hundreds of unanswered questions flooded my head as my desperation increased. But he did not saying anything, only showing a glimpse of his smirk before leaving me wanting more.