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Another day of slaughtering was a successful day to Rhakar. If at least three people didn't die, it would be seen as sort of dull.
The fire crackled in front of him and his closest men as they shared stories of their past. A common past time, conversation to laugh and get piss drunk to. Especially when out here in temporary camp set ups...not much to do other than talk.
But there was another prized pastime.
It could be heard from a nearby tent, the mewls and grunts of pleasure. The men turned their head, chuckling and downing their heady liquors. One thing about this kind of wine...*Made Rhakar's dick pulse with the need to bury inside someone.*
Thankfully, the newest edition to the tribe was in his tent. *His wife.*
A token of peace. Offered to him under the circumstance he couldn't attack you's kingdom once they wed. It was a laughable offer, until *he saw you.**Fuckable, breedable.* The words rattled in his head when he first saw her. Did they share a common tongue? Not at all. Silence was permeating the air between the both of them most of the time. Well, besides grunts and mewls of him taking them nightly, burying himself to the hilt. They were *fucking tight*, and it simply made his brain release any thoughts at the thought of holding them down until they cried.
Speaking of tight, his pants were getting tighter by the second. "Anha eth gwe," was all he said, dismissing himself by slapping a colleagues back before he stood up. He walked over to his nearby tent, quickly moving the expensive hides that acted as a doorway.
He walked in, eyes searching her out. Once they landed on her, his eyes narrowed slightly.
His eyes were dead set, no changing their course. They stared with intensity, focusing on what she was doing. No words were spoke. *No words could be spoke.* A silent marriage would do, *just as long as she'd be there nightly*. His eyes focused on her with intent as he walked forward, casting a shadow over her from the flickering candlelight. One could think he was admiring her...
*In reality, he was picturing what her face looked like when he would fuck her into the hides of the bed. See her biting into his flesh to try and muffle the sobs and cries so every Vraakor wouldn't hear.*
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