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Ard RigIt was summer, but just mellowing into the roundness of autumn, the battle season was almost at an end and the clan would soon look to their fields and orchards. Tonight though was a feast to celebrate victory over another of their enemies. The hall had been swept clean and fresh rushes matted over the floor. The thatch had been smoked with juniper to drive out the insects which sheltered within it and fresh lime wash had been applied to the walls; what had for so long been a war camp’s keep seemed again the seat of a king. Tonight, if the tribute of the vanquished – the greatest treasure they could offer – found acceptance they would no longer be a beaten people but the newest members of the confederacy forged by the high king over many years with blade and cunning tongue. Their captured warriors would be returned, emissaries exchanged and they would stand amongst the other confederated tribes. So long as their tribute was accepted…The hall had taken the best part of the week to prepare for the feast, tables had been arranged in a great U and these polished by precious bee’s wax till they shone, the hunting dogs had been kept away as it was cleaned but they would be here for the feast rooting through the rushes like pigs for any bones tossed side by the revellers. The tribute arrived a little after the sun was at its height, full three fians of warriors escorting a cart of beech planks sanded till they gleamed white enough to hurt the eyes, pulled by a white ox. The party halted a spear throw from the gate of the fort to await the high king’s shieldmen who would receive it. A girl of surpassing beauty in a shift of the softest white linen, Her hair an almost unknown wheat colour, a true treasure amongst the dark haired peoples of the land. The shieldmen opened the great timber gate and in perfect formation trotted forth to surround the cart, as one man they raised their spears in salute to the escorts who all turned and started their long run homeward. The cart was drawn within the precinct of the fort and though a wall of the tall warriors formed about it the inhabitants swarmed to marvel at the girl, She stood shivering slightly though it was yet warm, head lowered Her delicate face curtained by the cascade of Her pale hair. The crowd was quiet save for few murmured awing comments, but fell silent completely at the approach of the druid…The tall but now slightly age stooped man strolled determinedly to the cart, the crowd parting to form a respectful channel for him as he moved, his dove grey woollen robe trailing slightly behind him, his long tangled beard ruffled by a breeze no other felt. He raised his rowan staff and offered it up to the girl for support as She stepped daintily down from the cart, She wore nothing on well-formed feet, but it was as if the dust of the ground dared not sully so radiant a form and Her naked soles would still be clean when finally She was received inside. In a voice cracked by age but which still commanded respect and attention the druid cried;“The tribute is accepted” with this three of the king’s first wife’s attending Women bustled forward, two of them bent to the hem of the girl’s shift and with a single swift move rose and swept the garment from over Her to reveal the glory of Her nudity. She did not move or try in vain to cover Herself türkçe bahis but if anything grew in stature and pride at the people’s intensified stares. Even when the third Woman laid an ox yolk over Her shoulders and secured Her wrists to it She still maintained Her quiet dignity. A rough rope collar was slipped over Her head which the druid snatched up and with the crowd still knotted about Her She was led by the rope to the wide expanse at the centre of the fort. Here a circle of the king’s lesser wives and concubines awaited Her, the sun glinting off the jewellery they wore, copper, silver and gold. The younger of these wives considered Her through scowling eyes, jealous of Her beauty, they would not treat Her gently and the quirts, whips and straps they held would be put to good use. The more elderly of the wives were old enough to know their value to the king was not just in the swell of their breasts, the roundness of their rumps or the smoothness of their thighs and as such would show more pity than the youngsters. They though would extract their tribute from Her in their pleasures and not Her pain, and they would do so here with no shame in the open with the rest of the tribe looking on. For the remainder of the day the king’s Women worked the girl in pairs; on Her knees or Her back with the crowd looking on, Her tongue busy between royal thighs as proper tribute was striped from Her bottom, Her breasts, Her thighs and back. As the sun set in the west Her poor tongue felt heavy and ached, She was the bathed in feminine oil and sweat, Her pale once pristine skin was now raised by welts but the king’s Women had all taken what they wished from Her to the delight of the watching crowd many of whom were inspired to couplings of their own. In gathering darkness the druid led Her still collared and yoked to the restricted privacy of the maiden house. The maiden house was the private space assigned to the girls of the tribe who were old enough to have bled for the moon for the first time but still too young to have allowed a boy between their thighs, and thus been chosen as a wife. It was a source of great interest and a little fear to all the men of the tribe – for they were on pain of death not permitted within its walls – and a place of great sisterly intimacy to all who dwelt within. Here each night in luxurious privacy the giggling gaggle of almost Women gathered in a great ball of soft, smooth, yielding flesh which wriggled and ever moved over itself like a litter of still blind puppies; as the girls with intimate caresses sealed friendships that would last lifetimes. It was here the tribute would be prepared for the last test she yet faced.None of the girls here were old enough to be jealous of Her, in truth with Her exotic pale colouring She was a source of great curiosity even lust. Thus the girls readily welcomed Her to their number and showed nothing but concern for the abuses of the afternoon. Once She had been bathed, every inch of Her skin was kissed and stroked by nimble willing fingers to drive the pain from the welts which covered so much of Her. Finally She was anointed with the rarest of oils, and now gleaming like gold in the firelight the hungry girls gently carried Her to the furs before the fire before making Her the sweetest centre of a ball of girlflesh poker oyna the house had ever known. For the rest of the night She was covered, smothered by the Girls. There was no point at which Her mouth was free of titmeat or Her fingers not sheathed in cunt, all night She was the focus of a writhing ball of girlflesh all of it intent upon naught but Her pleasure. At dawn the cock crowed and this finally indicated the end of Her pleasured torments and She was finally permitted to plummet into a lust drunken sleep. Still though till noon one of the Girls always tended to Her with gentle stroking to inspire Her dreams to still further ecstasies. The druid announced noon with a resonant call from a curling ram’s horn and She woke, ready for the not yet sated Girls to start preparing Her for Her final tribute. They darkened Her eyelids with charcoal and dyed all Her lips and finger tips with berry juice before lying Her on Her back, a girl holding down each limb, another filling Her mouth with a cunt gag. Three of the girls – the youngest and most dexterous – each armed with delicate bronze tweezers pulled each of Her bosky nether furs out individually. Every such removal was a tiny delightful anguish which took so long… Finally She was bathed again and Her hair coiffed to intricate perfection by many willing fingers, She was brushed with honey before being led to a great wooden platter. She knelt on this and a hard green apple was forced into Her wide open mouth as though She were a suckling pig before Her wrists were tied to Her ankles with rawhide. Cooked mushrooms, cabbages and onions were positioned about Her before a hammered dome of burnished copper was placed over Her to cover all. Lifting the platter on which the tribute now knelt on two crossed ash spear shafts the strongest of the Girls carried it into the great hall. The fire pit in the centre of the hall now hosted a roaring fire which was hot enough so that sweat beaded on the foreheads of the warriors seated the lengths of the two wings of tables. At the head sat the king with his bodyguard to his left and his bard to his right then his other advisors, whilst a pack of hulking grey wire haired hounds snuffled for titbits amongst the rushes. Every delicacy crowded the tables before them and mead and golden ale flowed like water; it was a raucous testosterone fuelled celebration lifted by laughter and song. The king’s finest warriors had competed to earn a place at the board and all who sat here on this night knew how honoured they were to be here.The great doors opened to reveal the druid leading the girls bearing the tribute platter, which they lowered to the floor just inside the doors before scurrying away followed by the lustful glances of the warriors. Grunting with the effort the druid lifted off the copper dome as his strong voice echoed out the hall;“Your tribute my king” and blinking in the light of a thousand candles the beautiful pale girl was revealed, to stunned gasps from the assembly. The druid bent to cut the rawhide binding Her and Her skin glistening with honey in the light, She rose elegantly like a cat stretching itself upright after snoozing. Every eye in the hall was on Her, feet stamped and hard fists beat in rhythm on the table as She sashayed to Her left to face the warrior at the end bets10 farthest from the high table. He punched forth his right hand with the thumb down and demurely She fell to her knees and crawled beneath the table to take his growing lance within Her eager mouth. His face slipped into delighted slackness as She busied herself between his thighs, he did not last long and moments after his strangled cry she emerged from beneath the table Her slender finger brushing a few drops of his spend from Her lips as he sank back sated. She stalked across the space between the tables to face the warrior opposite, his fist punched forward but his thumb was upwards. She swept the detritus of his meal from the table before laying herself across it presenting Her perfect arse to the still panting first. The second man swiftly rounded the end of the table as he loosened his trews and was soon in position his hands slipping a little on the honey as he grabbed Her hips and thrust his rod into Her tight lipped cunt. The rhythm of the stamps and pounding echoed his thrusts and so these too increased in speed as he neared his peak. He too came quickly, to his embarrassment and the amusement of the rest of the host. Back and forth She went across the hall skirting the fire pit the flames from it glistening from the sheen of honey, sweat and secretions which covered Her willing body. Each of the multitude of warriors indicated his desire with a raised or lowered thumb and thus Her mouth and gaping cunt were both filled again and again as the host became more drunk and more and more lustful. Though not one of these hard men took Her arse; that would be reserved for the king when she finally presented herself before him besmirched by the whole of his tribe, Her naked lust evident and shining from Her eyes to finally be fully satiated by the king. After servicing only half a dozen of the men the hounds started to take an interest in Her and began to stalk Her as She crossed and re-crossed the hall, trying to bury their eager muzzles between Her long smooth legs, and She found herself pushing them side. As She neared the king he became more and more intent upon Her movements, the meal now forgotten, he was fascinated the more She became drenched by his warriors’ lust, as Her pale hair darkened by sweat stuck to Her skin in rat tails. Oh how She ached by the time She reached the king… She was certainly not the beauty that arrived the day before; Her people’s last hope. She was drunk on the victorious warriors’ cum which also ran down the insides of Her legs, the charcoal and berry makeup was streaked and despite the best efforts the day before She was caked in sweat and dust from the floor, Her hair matted to Her now filthy skin. He nodded once and again sweeping clear the table She clambered on to it, knelt there and turned Her tight rounded arse to him.He stood; the eyes of his host reverently upon him as his mighty organ filled the hungry void of Her arse and in so doing accepted the tribute of Her people. He was in no hurry and though She writhed with pleasure upon him, he lasted the longest of all the men, the pleasure She knew from him was such that She screamed aloud Her joy as She achieved for the final time that night.The girls from the maiden house returned to claim Her again to soothe and clean Her before delivering Her to the king’s chamber the next night where She would become the private plaything of him and his petite russet haired blue eyed queen.So the confederacy grew and peace reigned throughout the land.

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