Conquest (closed)

[nerdystud]

Subati rode towards the gate at the head of a long column of warriors. The messengers said that the King had accepted surrendered at last, but these were city-dwellers, and not to be trusted. They had taken his sister on some pretext of their law, years ago, and she had died a slave for crossing some imaginary line. Subati had offered to pay for her crimes, to buy her freedom, but the city-dwellers had killed his messengers and stolen the gifts he had sent to show his goodwill.

It had taken him time to gather the force that rode with him now, but when they came, they had shown no mercy. He had led them from town to town, killing and enslaving every man, woman and child and driving them like they drove their herds. He had left nothing in his path but desolation. It took five years to turn the kingdom into an empty wilderness, except for the capital.

When the kingdom's army finally came against them, it had broken like rotten wood against his warriors, and they had sent the survivors to building catapults. They did not use the catapults to fling stones at the walls of the city, but prisoners that soared screaming and fell onto the roofs of the city that they had failed to protect. Each one was told the terms of surrender that Subati would accept before he flew, and eventually one must have survived long enough to deliver his message.

The king behind the wall had a daughter. He was old, and his sons had died, and whoever married the girl would become king. She was the price Subati demanded. He had lost a sister, but he would take a wife. The kingdom would be his, and he would return to claim it when the old king died. It had only taken three days of the grisly bombardment for the king to send messengers accepting the terms. Subati rode to his wedding, his warriors at his back, ready to answer any treachery with bloodshed.

The city-dwellers came out through their gate in a small procession. The king, to give his daughter away, and the Priest to perform the ceremony. Each with their guards and attendants. Subati and his whole horde stayed on their horses, watching as the girl was brought forth.

 

[queenclaire]

Calysta wanted nothing to do with this barbarian. She fought her father tooth and nail for days on end, which led to her being locked in her room with guards all day and night. She was not to leave the room without being escorted everywhere. She had since taken to silence. Of course, not before letting her father know that this was not going to solve anything, but cause a bigger problem.

She was given the most beautiful gown for her wedding day. She thought it was a waste. This man, if he could be called that, would not appreciate the beauty of the gown. It was an ivory colour and fitted, which made her red hair stand out even more. It was a rich red and wavy and was pinned up, showing off her delicate neck. Her piercing blue eyes were filled with anger as she made her way to where the ceremony was to be held. She was being led by guards in case she found it fit to run. Not that she would. She would show her father she was right and this was a mistake.

She held herself high as she walked out. Her eyes fell upon the barbarians on their horses. They did not even dismount their horses. She was appalled by this. She cast a glance at her father, who was heartbroken. Her gaze softened slightly as she looked at him. He was just trying to save his people.

Calysta made her way to where the priest was to start this awful ceremony. She stood there wondering if her future husband would even see it fit to join her there. She would not be surprised if he stayed on his horse the whole time. No telling what his kind usually did. She sighed softly as she waited for it to start and she could start her new life in hell.

 

[nerdystud]

Subati turned to look back at his men, and gave his head a shake. There were more than a few scowls, especially among Chijo's men. Until yesterday, Chijo had been his most powerful rival, and was now his strongest ally, but there was no question that he thought this was a mistake. They had argued about it for days, and finally had reached a compromise the night before. Subati still bled from a slash across his shoulder, but Chijo was dead, and his men sufficiently cowed that they would do no more than glare today. Tomorrow, he would find a way to win those he could and break the rest.

The argument had centered on the city's surrender. The King and his family would ride out to meet them, the gate would be open, what army they had left exposed. Chijo had wanted to betray the King, ride through the open gate, and sack the city, leaving a ruin full of ghosts when they rode back to their country. Subati had another idea, though he hadn't fully thought it through. He did know that it meant leaving the city alone and seeing if they could recover from the devastation he had brought down on them.

He could not show any weakness now. Enough of his people questioned his choice to leave the city intact, that he could not risk it. When the city-dwellers had assembled for their ceremony, he rode up, leaving his horde spread out behind him. When he saw the girl, his eyes opened wide. She was a beauty, true, but that was not what Of all the city-dwellers gathered here, she was the only one who showed any spirit at all. He gave her a fierce grin and guided his horse between her and her father, putting his hand possessively on her fiery red hair.

The priest and the king mumbled their way through the city-dweller's ceremony, and Subati heard the pause before the girl gave her vow. He made his own, according to their customs, his accent thick, but clear. In five years, he had learned enough of the language to understand their babble. The ceremony for a man to take a woman made him laugh, but by following their laws, he was now the legal heir to the Kingdom. Let them believe he was ignorant of that fact, if they wished.

"I name you husband and wife," the priest said at last. The paper had been signed the night before, of course, but now her whole nation had witnessed the ceremony and knew she was his. Showing his own people that was a different matter.

He leaned down from the saddle and threw an arm around her waist. He dragged her up and threw her over the saddle in front of him, clicking his tongue and digging his heels in. The horse reared up, scattering king and court, and Subati let out a blood-curdling scream of triumph. A moment later, the scream was echoed by his men, and he could see the color drain from the faces of the city dwellers. Then he pulled the horse around and galloped back towards his horde. A path opened up for him, and he rode through, as the rest fell into line behind him, leaving a great cloud of dust for the city-dwellers to choke on. When the city was out of sight behind a hill, he slowed the horse to a walk.

"Calysta," he said, thoughtfully. "You are mine, now. Welcome to my horde. Can you ride?"

 

[queenclaire]

Calysta stood there, holding herself proudly as she stood next to a horse and rider for the ceremony, though on the inside was she screaming. She did not want this and with every word spoken she was closer to being taken away. The reality was started to hit her. Once the ceremony was over, she felt sick to her stomach, a sinking feeling she could not shake. She gasped as her now husband grabbed her and placed her on his horse, though she should have expected it.

She sat there and closed her eyes briefly as the barbarians let out, what she would assume, was a victory cry. She looked around at her people as they looked on in horror. She forced a smile to her lips, hoping to ease their fright. She did not want them to fear what was coming. If she looked well with this, then perhaps they would see it as good. She did not have the heart to look back at her father as the horse turned and started to leave. She knew he would not be able to keep it together if she were to look at him now. He has sold his daughter for a promise of peace and there was a chance it was all for not.

Calysta breathed a sigh of relief once she was out of the gates. She no longer had to look happy about this now that her people were not around. She closed her eyes as she heard her husband speaking behind her. His words made her feel like she was now owned by him. It was a sickening feeling. She started to wonder how long she would last. She was not the type to just give in. There was a reason she had not married up to this point, she was outspoken and fiery.

“Of course I can ride,” she said rather sharply. She was the only girl among her brothers, she learned many things that most young ladies did not. But she was not like most ladies. She turned and looked at him over her shoulder. It was the first time she actually looked at him. She only glanced at him before. His features were rugged and yet, handsome. He been someone other than her enemy, she might have been intrigued with his looks. For now, he was her…she was not really sure. She looked forward again.

 

[nerdystud]

They rode with spare mounts, except in battle. Subati raised his hand and had one brought up. It was a gentle horse, quick, but not over distance. It would be easy for her to ride, and easy to run down if she had any ideas. He had seen the saddles the city-dwellers made for their women to ride in skirts, but there was no thought of providing anything like that. She would ride across his saddle like a captive if she could not ride properly. He lowered her slowly to the ground, holding an arm til she had her balance, and looked back over his shoulder at the horde, thousands of warriors, and their slaves, their tents, their war-brides.

"Ride beside me," he said, in a tone accustomed to command. Then he lowered his voice, making what he said more a caution than a threat. "If you run, the peace is broken, and you are fair game. When my warriors have done with you, they will build a royal catapult to return you to your family."

He watched her, to see if she could mount the horse unassisted. The eyes of the whole horde were on her, and he knew that she would be judged by this performance. If she could ride, she would take the first step towards becoming one of them. If not, she would be the chief's toy, and shown no more respect than his protection demanded. That would be a pity, he thought, but such was the way of the tribe. If she could not adapt to their ways, there was little he could do to help her, and he kept his eyes stony hard as he watched.

 

[queenclaire]

Calysta waited for Subati to release her arm so she could mount the horse. She looked at him with cautious eyes as he spoke. Not only did she have him to fear, but the whole lot of them. She looked him dead in the eyes, “I am not the type to run.” She was way too stubborn for that actually. Her father always stated he would be the death of her if she did not change her ways. So far, it was buying him some time.

She quickly mounted the horse like a seasoned warrior, taking the reins in her hands. Luckily she learned to ride to keep up with her brothers growing up. She found that riding like a proper lady would not do if she was to beat them. Sure she was reprimanded for it every time, but it never stopped her.

Calysta looked at Subati once on the horse with a look that was unreadable. She was assuming he expected to her to fail at getting on and riding in such an unlady like way. And though she did not show it, her heart was racing out of fear. She had no clue what to do or how to act with them. Her whole life she was brought up to be respected and revered. Now she was in a whole new world where the strongest survive and the weak are made weaker. But she would not run no matter how much common sense told her to.

 

[nerdystud]

As soon as he saw that she had mounted, he turned away, hiding his smile. She was a brave one. Just the simple fact that she had come without a struggle showed how much. He knew that she could not possibly have wanted to be a sacrifice, but that she had allowed it to save her city showed that she had honor. He gave her a moment to get her feet in the stirrups and settle herself in the saddle, and then he turned to her with a hungry smile. His warriors, catching up while he waited for her to mount, began to gather, forming a loose ring around the two of them. Before they closed the circle, he turned to her.

"This morning's ceremony made you mine, according to your customs," he said, his voice low. "Now it is time to take you as one of us. On the other side of that hill is a wide valley, and towards the setting sun is a giant willow on the banks of the river. Ride there. Ride hard."

He slapped her horse's rump to get it started, and then turned his in a full circle, to see and be seen by his men, that none would be confused. The horde was a safe distance from the city by now, and the men would make camp early, surrounding the valley, while their chief took his new woman. He scanned the faces, and saw no challenges, only pride and eagerness to return home. It would do.

The girl rode well, and the horse was fast. She might beat him to the willow, with the start that he gave her. He kicked his heels and his own horse burst out into a gallop, and he hunched low, watching her ahead of him, his prey. The pursuit fired his blood, the speed and power of his horse seemed almost a part of him, and the thoughts of taking the pretty, proud girl at the end of the ride aroused him. He felt himself growing hard before he had even reached the top of the hill, and as he raced down into the valley, slowly closing the distance between them, he let out another scream of victory. From all around the valley, the scream was echoed, like wolves howling to one another across the miles.

 

[queenclaire]

Calysta looked at Subati with a raised eyebrow as he spoke. It was the only way for her to hide the terror she was feeling at the moment. Having no knowledge of their ways, she did not know what she was in for and that scared her the most. She could only hope that beheading was part of the plan. It might be less painful.

She rode hard like he said, though it just meant what to come would only happen quicker. She hunched over and urged the horse a bit. It reminded her of her races with her brothers. When they were younger, they always beat her. As they grow older, she began winning more and more, until she became unbeatable. Though, her horse was her best friend and they had an unspoken bond. She wished she had her horse right now. Her new husband was closing in and she actually wanted to beat him and show him she was not some royal brat that spent her time trying to find a suitor.

Wincing as Subati’s cry echoed throughout the area, Calysta urged her horse on. She did not dare look back, just yet. She was almost there and even though it would be a meaningless victory, it was still a victory. She rode up to the willow on the banks a few seconds before he did, slowing her horse as they arrived. She petted the neck of the horse as she looked around and then she looked over at Subati, dreading what was next.

 

[nerdystud]

Subati whipped the horse, faster and faster, and though he closed the distance, Calysta still reached the trees a few lengths ahead of him. The taste of the open grasslands and the feel of the strong mount under him gave him a sense of home. He had destroyed a kingdom because honor demanded vengeance for his sister, but these were the pleasures he truly craved. A strong horse, open space, and a beautiful woman.

Calysta was beautiful, and she rode well, for a girl raised in the city, and Subati found himself grinning with anticipation as the horses slowed. He was off his before it came to a complete stop, jogging to keep from falling on his face as he moved towards his woman. She stayed in the saddle, watching him, wide-eyed with dread, though her raised chin and stiff lip did her best to hide her fear. He paused a moment. Did the girl really expect him to fuck her in the saddle? He knew she was ignorant, but this seemed too much, even for a city dweller, and her defiance touched his pride.

He grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her down, steering her fall so she didn't break anything but doing nothing to slow it. With a foot, he rolled her onto her back and then dropped to a knee beside her. He grabbed the front of her luxurious gown and tore it open, ripping it down to her waist, and then he fell on her, pinning her beneath him as he kissed her. His mouth covered hers in a furious kiss.

 

[queenclaire]

Calysta hit the ground hard, causing her to lose her breath for a moment. She looked up at Subati when he rolled her with anger. She was not used to this kind of treatment. No lady should be treated like this. She screamed as he ripped her dress and tried to keep him from getting close to her with no avail.

She realized how strong he was when he pinned her to the ground with his body. There was no way she could fight him off of her, but that did not stop her from trying. She pushed as his shoulders as he kissed her fiercely. She could not make him budge. She felt helpless against this barbaric man, but she would not just let him take her. She dug her nails into his shoulders, trying to gain the upper hand. She had a feeling it was not the smart thing to do, but she was mad and she tended to act out when she was mad.

 

[nerdystud]

She struggled with him as he kissed her, her body moving under his, soft and hot. It only added to his desire, and he felt himself ready for her almost immediately. He still wore the thick leather coat, embroidered with wolves to serve as both armor and ceremonial robes, so he hardly noticed her punching and scratching. Until her fingers slipped under the collar and nails raked his flesh. She drew blood then, and he stopped for just a heart beat.

He lifted himself over her, catching her wrists in his hands and shifting his body up to kneel on them, pinning her hands roughly to the ground. His thighs pushed her breasts up, and his cock pushing against his leather pants, standing up like a tentpole in front of her. His eyes burned with anger as he reached back and found blood on his fingers.

"You stupid little cow," he growled. "Did you think you were going to buy your country's survival by looking pretty and riding well? You're here to please me and to be my wife, so that my son will sit on your father's throne. If that's more than you can handle, I'll bring you back to your mother alive, and you can watch while a hundred of my men use her, before I turn you over to them."

"This is what I bought you for." He tugged his pants open and pulled his cock out, letting it stand up hard and proud before her. "You'd better get used to it, because I'm not one of your soft city boys who will beg you for a kiss. Your mine, and I take you when I want."

He slid down, then, ripping her dress away from her hips and legs, and caught her by the ankles. He lifted and twisted and flipped her onto her belly, his eyes taking a moment to smile at the sight of her soft, pale ass before he fell over her, guiding his cock between her thighs.

 

[queenclaire]

Calysta was in way over her head. She looked up at Subati with fear and anger. He had her pinned to the ground and was insulting her. She had never been insulted to her face and it angered her. Not only did he take her away from her away from her kingdom, he now stated he was going to use her as he pleased.

She was about to tell him what she thought of his plan, when he released his large member from his pants. She was taken back a bit. She was started to wonder how painful this was truly going to be. She swallowed hard as she tried to not think about it, then again, how could she not.

She let out a slight scream as he flipped her over and got on top of her again. She was pinned with nowhere to go. She did her best to keep from crying, she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he broke her will. She could feel him pressing between her legs, against her womanhood. She opened legs slightly in hopes to keep it from being less painful. She had never been taken by a man before and had a feeling he would not be as gentle as she would hope. She gripped the grass, readying herself.

 

[nerdystud]

For a moment, when she opened her legs, Subati thought she had accepted what her life was to be. She should have been grateful, to be released from the prison that the city-dweller's castles were and allowed to ride as the woman of a free man, instead of some oily nobleman who would lock her in a luxurious prison. Nudging against her and finding her dry, he gave an irritated curse. He spit in his hand, and used it to wet the tip of his cock, using his fingers to pry her lips open. He pushed in, breathing hard in his excitement.

As soon as he felt himself pressing against the barrier of her maidenhead, he paused, slipping an arm around her shoulders, putting his lips to her ear.

"They say the pain teaches a girl strength," he said softly. "You will have to be very strong if you are going to be the first woman of the tribes."

Then he pushed, and he felt her body resist him a moment before it broke, and he slid the whole length of his cock inside her. He let out a long sigh of pleasure as the velvety walls of her puss held him in a tight embrace, and then he began to stroke, quickly. He pounded into her furiously, driven by the hate he felt for all her kind.

 

[queenclaire]

Calysta was determined to stay strong though this hell. She was not going to let him break her spirit. She would have to suffer through all this to keep her city safe. She had no clue what Subati had planned for her people, but she would do her best to buy them time to rebuild and organize.

She drew in a deep breath as he spoke in her ear. If he wanted a strong woman, he should have married one of his own kind, but she kept that thought to herself. She did not want him to hurt her more than he was going to. And she had already pissed him off in the short time they had been together.

She let out a soft cry as he broke through her. She could feel every inch of him as he took her his way. And despite her feelings and unwillingness to enjoy the moment, she grew slicker as he continued. It did make it hurt less, which was welcomed at the moment. But his movements were fast and hurtful. If this was what he spoke of, then she should be very strong if it hurt like this every time. With every thrust, she began to hate him more than before. At least with the pace he was going at, it should be over soon, or at least she hoped. She pushed herself up slightly, unwilling to be taken like a prisoner, pushed to the ground and left there. She still had her pride.

 

[nerdystud]

It only took a few strokes before he began to slide into her more easily. He grinned to himself. However much she might cling to her soft, city-born ideals of weak men kneeling and begging for a woman's attention, her body knew what a woman was made for. He thrust harder, and to his shock, he felt her push back. He chuckled softly and slowed his strokes. Maybe he hadn't given her enough credit, she was surely full of surprises.

"That's my girl," he groaned softly, kissing her ear as he found a different rhythm, one that he could sustain for a while, rather than the breakneck race to the finish. His hand slid under her to find the pearl at the top of her slit, rubbing it softly with a fingertip as he pumped his cock into her. He still fucked her hard, but a little slower now. With his other hand, he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so he could kiss her. Her face was still a mask of fear and anger, but it would pass. He drove in even harder, forgetting everything but the pleasure of her body under him, and her pussy squeezing his cock in its tight grip.

 

[queenclaire]

As much as she hated to admit it, it was starting to feel good. And once his hand found the place between her legs, she could not hold back her moan. That felt amazing. She found herself pushing against him, her hips moving slightly with his rhythm, as fast as it was. She closed her eyes as he spoke in her ear, encouraging her to continue. At least she knew she was doing it right.

She furrowed her brow as he pulled her hair, still treating as a common whore. Which pissed her off more than anything. She did not want to kiss him, she did not want to give him the satisfaction. Yet, once his lips pressed against her own, she kissed him back. She let her tongue caress his. She felt she was betraying herself in a way, but the pleasure was amazing. With every thrust, she could feel her pleasure rising. She moaned into the kiss.

 

[nerdystud]

Her hips pumped back, meeting his thrusts, and his cock slid easily through her tight puss. Her tongue danced with his as he kissed her, and he scrambled his feet, trying to sink himself deeper into her. He had taken his share of girls among the tribes and during the conquest, but none had been like this. The milky white skin, softer than silk, and her fiery hair made her seem almost inhuman to his eyes and his touch. Her passion, her horsemanship, her pride made her unlike anything he had imagined living behind stone walls. Somehow, that weak, bloodless place had produced her, and she belonged to him.

He knew that a woman was a horse. Owning it did not make it yours. With her spirit, he would not break her without destroying exactly the thing that gave her value. He would teach her to be his by matching her passion, by making her love him. Then she would be a queen worthy of both their people. He let his fingers play around her pearl, shifting his hips as he stroked into her, listening for the little gasps and sighs that told him where the sweet spots were.

"You're my treasure," he whispered in her ear, his words coming in time to his hard thrusts into her. "I am your future. Let go, give yourself to the pleasure. We will be unstoppable. Let your body have its way and come for me."

 

[queenclaire]

Calysta gasped softly at Subati’s words. They seemed to breathe fire into her, driving her more. Her mind and body were at war. She was so stubborn that she did not want to give into Subati, but her body was willing to do anything for him right now. He seemed to know exactly how to pleasure her. Now she just had to figure out what to do. Give in to her husband or her own sense of pride.

She could feel her body tensing as he brought her closer to the edge. She pressed herself against him, wanting more. “Oh gods,” she breathed softly, making her choice. It was not too long before she cried out with pleasure as her body shook with an intense orgasm. It was unlike anything she ever experienced. She collapsed slightly, but kept herself pushed up off the ground, arms shaking. She continued to gasp as it traveled through her body. She was not sure she could handle it much longer, thankfully it started to subside.

 

[nerdystud]

He grinned as he felt her body give in, climaxing under him, and as her pussy clenched him tight, he let go. A few more thrusts was all it took, and he was spurting into her, pushing in as deep as possible and screaming with pleasure. He reached down, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her tightly against him, until every last spasm of pleasure and drip of his seed had been milked out into her. When he had finished, he rolled onto his back in the long grass, looking up through the branches of the trees for a moment, catching his breath.

"Now you are mine, by the law of both our peoples," he said softly, looking over at her. Looking at her calmly, the hot fury of desire spent, he smiled. She was exotic, flawlessly beautiful. Her body was his, and he had never seen its like, so pale and mysterious. He tucked himself back into his pants and stood up slowly. The dress she had worn was a ruin. A pity, it had been beautiful. He walked slowly to his horse, opening the saddle bags. There was a long silk robe and pants folded carefully, with the wolf of his tribe embroidered on the back and trimmed with furs.

"Leave that," he said, pointing to the torn dress. "That is what city-dwellers wear, and that life is behind you now. Now you must show yourself to be a woman of the tribes." He held the robe open for her, smiling.

 

[queenclaire]

Once it was all over, Calysta laid on the grass, still in the prone position, trying to catch her breath. Her body was still reeling from her orgasm. She felt alive. Looking at Subati as he spoke, she noticed that his smiled was quite attractive. It lit up his eyes and they almost seemed to dance. He was very attractive, much more attractive than the men that tried to court her.

She watched him get up and walk to his horse. His body moved fluidly. She started to wonder what he looked like in a fight. She was certain he fought with the same gracefulness. Most warriors were graceful in battle. It was a deadly dance that few survived.

Subati brought Calysta’s attention to what he was holding up. She knew the gown she had worn was ruined and was thankful he had something for her to wear. She would not be seen wearing nothing. She pushed herself up slowly, embarrassed by being nude in front of him and out in the open. She could not hide the red in her cheeks. “Thank you,” she said as she slid the robe on with his help, “It is lovely.” And it felt wondering on her skin. She smiled admired it. It was much lighter than the dresses she usually had to wear. She looked at Subati, “Forgive my ignorance, but what will be excepted of me now?”

 

[nerdystud]

He noticed her blush as he helped her on with the robe, and saw her face soften to a smile when her eyes turned to him. In the robe of his tribe, with her fiery hair and pale skin, she was spectacular. He couldn't help but grin with pride, knowing that every man in his army would be a little in awe of her. It might make problems for them in the future, but for the moment, his authority was absolute. A smile that was soon shadowed by worry. He frowned on hearing her question, and then reminded himself that whatever beauty and strength she possessed, she whad been born and raised in a castle.

"For the next few days, stay close, stay quiet, listen and learn. I am chief, but only because I am strong. If they see weakness, some will abandon us while the others kill me to take what is mine." He stroked her cheek, smiling. "If you show yourself strong and able, they will respect you, and you will make me stronger. If you are weak, I will eventually have to kill you to show that you have not weakened me. I would regret it, but I would not hesitate."

He pulled her against him, arms holding tight. He would regret it if he were forced to give her up, and he smiled wryly. The desire he felt for her had made him weak already, though he could hide it. He kissed her throat, his hands sliding down to her thighs.

"Tonight we will feast," he whispered. "You will pledge yourself to me, and ask the spirits to give us strong sons."

 

[queenclaire]

Calysta listened to Subati tell her what to do. She was a bit fearful of being weak and him having to kill her, but she hid it well. She was not accustomed to their ways and how they lived. She feared that she would not catch on quick enough to save herself. She would have to keep a close eye on what her husband did. And he need not worry about her staying close. The others in his tribe frightened her a bit. She was the enemy of their people, she was sure many wanted her dead.

She leaned against him as he held her close. Right now, he was her rock. She would have to lean on him and trust him enough to not let her get killed. That trust was not something she gave easily, but she did not have a choice. She was willing for now to let him lead her.

She could not help but smile as she felt his hands roam down to her thighs and kissed her neck. Something about the way he was touching her made her smile. She looked at him as he said what she needed to do tonight. She nodded and whispered back, “Of course.” Not that she had a clue about what to say and how to do it. “I will do my best to be the wife you need,” she added. Not only were her people needing her, but apparently he needed her to be strong as well.