Claiming Her Destiny Pt. 02

All characters are fictional and any comparisons to real people or other works are purely coincidental, though inspired by history. All characters depicted are 18+.

Tamura, youngest daughter of the legendary Hordemaster Bidakes, sat atop her pitch black warhorse looking at the city on the horizon.

Nokalakevi, the locals called it. Tamura had heard that the "civilised" people of the south built great fortifications of stone, but seeing them in person was something else entirely. Her horse warriors were skilled at a great many things, but fortifications that could be neither climbed nor burned were their greatest weakness.

In the past, when the tribes had raided far enough to encounter such obstacles, they simply avoided them. They would loot the countryside, take slaves and food, then burn whatever had no value to them while the remaining locals watched helplessly behind their unbreakable walls.

But not this time. Tamura was not here for petty baubles, only enough to survive the winter until the next raiding season. She had led nearly eight thousand warriors across hundreds of miles and a whole mountain range for something far grander.

"My destiny," she thought. "What the gods have placed me in this world to do."

And it would all start here. Nokalakevi was the key - the first fortified city between the wild steppe of her people, and the wealth that lay before her to the south.

Where her ancestors would not dare to go, she would lead her people. And to do that, she needed a base. A place to store loot as it was sent back to her tribe. A place to gather supplies, receive fresh horses and warriors that would come down from the north as word of her quest spread.

It had to be here.

As Tamura look upon the city that would be the birthplace of her legend, only one single question was on her mind.

"How the fuck do I still have that girl's cunt hair in my teeth."

There may have been bigger problems facing her, but this one had been causing her the most direct issues today. She'd spent almost half an hour on the ride here trying to work the last of it out of her teeth with her tongue, and yet there was still more.

"This is what I get for indulging myself," she thought as she once again worked her rough fingers into her teeth to remove the last strands.

After an incredibly disappointing experience with her latest war prize, her Shieldsister Sunake had been good enough to share her's. This was not usually encouraged amongst the horde - too much potential for jealousy and bad blood - but if Sunake and Tamura had been the type to get territorial about women, they'd have killed each other long ago.

Sunake's prize was a peasant girl, with dark black hair cropped to shoulder length, soft brown eyes and shoulders so broad she could move a plough by herself. Her hands were even more calloused than Tamura's, and she stood tall enough to meet her captor's eyes. A rare thing for the women of these parts, who always tended to be too small and scrawny for Tamura's tastes.

She said "captors", but Tamura wasn't so sure the term applied here. Certainly not in comparison to most of the other war prizes, who generally met their fates with some combination of despair, anger or resignation. Most would expect to become bedwarmers for men, which many of course did. But those taken by the women of the horde weren't usually much relieved by their fate.

But every so often, you'd get a few who took to it well. Maybe even with enthusiasm, as was the case with this peasant girl. Tamura had suspected it wasn't the girl's first time pleasuring a woman when she heard the sounds coming from Sunake's tent, and this suspicion was confirmed when she got to experience the girl herself.

While they were similar heights, Tamura was sleek and sinewy, while the girl was built like an ox. The girl still had a faint odour of Sunake's cunt on her breath when Tamura kissed her, and the girl kissed back with eager passion. Tamura rarely even kissed her prizes at all, and when she did, it was usually met with whimpers or unmoving stiltedness. This girl open her mouth and accepted Tamura's tongue greedily.

While Tamura had rarely spent a night without some plaything warming her bed, she hadn't spent a night of actual passion with a woman since she'd left for this grand undertaking.

She pushed the girl gently but firmly onto the bedroll, preparing to mount her face as she usually would with a war prize. Most of the prizes had never serviced a woman, or often anyone at all. Some might learn the skills or develop the passion needed for more enjoyable activities, but to begin with most reliable way for the horde's female warriors to quench their thirst was to mount the captive's faces and ride until they were spent.

Tamura had almost instinctively assumed this position, before she realised this girl may be capable of more. Much more.

She stood over this girl who, despite being actually larger than her, lay there with the extreme submissiveness of a captive who doesn't seem to particularly mind being captured. Her large brown eyes looked up at her with a curious expression - there was fear there certainly, as well as desire and..... perhaps even some awe?

The girl's muscles twitched as Tamura leaned down to put a firm hand on the girl's sex. And Tamura smiled - it was soaking wet. The first she'd felt in weeks besides her own.

The girl caught her smile and smiled back. The languages of the Caucasian mountain people and the people of the steppe were not exactly interchangeable, but even a few weeks together had given them some basic understanding.

"Good?" the girl asked, with a soft but deep voice that to Tamura sounded quite musical.

"Yes," replied Tamura, as she removed her under-tunic.

Tamura knelt down, sliding one knee up to the girl's crotch and using one hand to push down on her collarbone. Tamura began to slowly rotate her knee into the girl's cunt as she pushed down with her hand and in with her leg. A deep breath escaped the girl's lips, and Tamura realised that the girl had actually been anticipating this with great eagerness.

She locked eyes with the woman beneath her and put her head to the side of the woman's face, using her nose to guide the girl's head to the side and expose her neck. Tamura bit down softly onto the sun-kissed dark olive skin, as she built up a faster and faster rotation of her knee.

She could feel the excitement in the girl beneath her, and she thought back happily to the last time she'd been with someone as genuinely excited to fuck her as this one was. It had been almost two months previously back in the tribe's mustering camp, where the limitations on the horde's warriors laying with each other didn't apply. Her and a scout, an older woman with full hips and deep scars, had fucked for hours before the horde had departed. That scout hadn't survived the journey over the mountains.

Tamura purged that thought from her mind before it could do any damage to her enjoyment. She replaced her knee with her hand, rubbing the flat of her palm over the girl's almost gushing cunt before inserting her fingers.

Again, usually she would have build up to the this and the war prizes would only take one or at most two fingers in the early days. But this girl took two immediately, and when Tamura looked down the girl let out a desperate whimper, and she knew she was begging for more.

Tamura worked in a third with ease, but as the girl began to grind herself into Tamura's hand, she realised even that was not enough. As her fourth finger slipped inside, Tamura brought her hand in and out until all four fingers could not be seen and her thumb rested on the girl's outer lips.

It sometimes surprised people that Tamura, warrior princess and feared War Chief, enjoyed giving pleasure more than receiving it. But to her, the ability to give or deny pleasure represented true power. And power was what she craved most of all.

And it was not given away easily. She would only use her skills to bring pleasure to those she felt deserved it, and that rarely included war prizes. But this girl had pleased both her and her dearest Shieldsister, and that alone was worthy of it. And Tamura had needed this release.

After building up to the point that the girl had lost all composure and was letting out deep grunts of pleasure, Tamura moved down the girl's body and replaced her hand with her mouth. The girl's scent was thick and strong, and not a little musty. Just as Tamura liked it. She tasted incredible, and again Tamura cursed the lack of enthusiasm from her other prizes that had denied her this taste.

Tamura's tongue probed deeply into the girl, spelling out the curses and cries Tamura would otherwise make out loud. She would take breaths, kissing and biting on the girl's inner thighs and delighting at the sounds she made.

By the time an hour had passed, the girl let out a shriek of pleasure and Tamura felt a hot gush flood over her face. Despite not having had anything done to her, she nevertheless felt more satisfied than she had in weeks.

On the way out of the tent, she'd given the girl the greatest honour it was possible to give.

She asked her name. She had not done so for a captive since her very earliest raids, before experience had beaten the naivety out of her.

"Dalita," the girl said, still splayed out on the bedroll.

"Dalita," Tamura replied, and decided there and then that she would give Sunake permission to elevate her from war prize to horde initiate, if she wished.

To her surprise, Sunake had been ecstatic at the idea, but only on the condition that the formal rites weren't conducted til the season was over. Tamura guessed she wanted to keep the rules preventing members of the horde from engaging with each other from kicking in for as long as possible.

And that is how Tamura had come to be standing on this hillside with Dalita's cunt hair still driving her insane as it was finally worked free from her back teeth.

Dadagos, one of the largest men in her horde, was next to her on his truly monstrous warhorse. It was a hand taller than most other horses, with visible muscles that bulged in a deeply unsettling manner.

"The outriders have returned War Chief. They've done as you instructed and set ablaze to the town, but left the crops in the field untouched," he reported.

"Very good. Any my other instruction?" Tamura asked.

Dadagos frowned and looked at the horizon. "As commanded, survivors were left to flee and two prisoners were allowed to escape."

A moment passed and Tamura decided to put him out of his misery, seeing the man battle to refrain from questioning his War Chief.

"Spit it out Dadagos - you want to know why those two were allowed free."

He visibly sagged with relief. "The horde follows your orders without question, War Chief. But we all know how much even a single slave would be worth..."

"Almost nothing, in comparison to the wealth behind those walls," Tamura replied, not letting a hint of emotion out in her voice. "And we have done so for the same reason the raiding party was told to loudly talk of their inexperienced young female War Chief. For the same reason we have but five hundred of our number upon this hill."

She pointed across the fields in front of them.

"That reason, Dadagos." He followed her outstretched arm to the distant city, as it's gates swung open and the tiny dots of soldiers begun to appear.

"This land was until recently under the protection of a mighty empire known as Rome. But they have fallen to infighting and these pathetic border kingdoms were left to fend for themselves. This one is ruled by a young princeling, who I am certain is eager to prove to his people that he can defend them without Rome. And along comes a small raiding party, led by an untested young woman. Who could resist?"

As she finished, she turned to see the light of understanding reach Dadagos' face.

"We have them where we want them then, War Chief?" he asked.

Tanura smiled again, one single hair of Dalita's still protruding from her lower teeth.

"We have them," she said, putting on her helmet and drawing her bow.

Today would be a very good day.