She turned back to the chief and saw him sat with a hand outstretched towards her. She tied the robe around her and then stepped forward and took it. He pulled her onto his lap and she sat there, surprised and nervous. He kept his right arm around her while his left hand roamed under her robe. He squeezed her thighs, played with her toes and pulled the material aside just enough to study her breasts.
"You have serviced my men well. I had my doubts that you could adequately please them but it appears you have."
She felt as though he was trying to compliment her but she just felt a little offended.
"I have been watching, I am sure you have noticed." He didn't stop to wait for her confirmation. "And I like what I see in you, Imperial."
Vianna wasn't sure where this was going. Did it mean that the chief was finally ready to join in with their 'games'? Or did it mean that he was going to let her go?
"Our women are gone. I find myself in need of a wife. I should like you to service me. And only me."
Her blood ran cold. Being passed around the men for some fun was one thing, but to be married off and treated like some sort of brood mare? That was another entirely. And the men grumbled too, apparently not pleased at the 'only me' part. Vianna found herself glancing at Shakuh, who remained blank faced, before saying,
"And if I do not wish to be your wife?"
The chief's grip on her thigh was suddenly like a vice. "Then I will offer you to Malacath."
Vianna was confused and looked at the men for an answer. Then she saw Shakuh discreetly raised his hand to his throat and draw and line across it, serious and grim. Vianna just about held in a gasp. She had gone ridged on the chief's lap. It wasn't much of a choice: forced marriage or death.
But she knew there was only one answer. She wasn't quite ready to surrender her life yet.
"What is it to be, Imperial? Me or Malacath?"
"You." Vianna said, her stomach turning to lead.
**
Shakuh led her back to her room as usual and he was silent all the way. Vianna had neither the heart nor the mind to get him to talk. She felt sick.
He closed the door and left her alone to cry in her room.
The irony of it all was not lost on her. She knew it was ludicrous that she should enjoy being laid out like a slab of meat and used and yet dread the idea of this marriage so much. But she couldn't help it. When she was being used by the men, she still felt a measure of control. They wanted her and nothing else. They desired no power over her, just their own pleasure. But the chief...no, something about him made her skin crawl. He was sly and egotistical and she wanted nothing to do with him. Yet, this time tomorrow, she would be his wife.
Her head span. It was all moving so fast. This time two days ago, she was still a free woman. And now she was a captive and betrothed to an orc chieftain.
And she hadn't even had enough time to check the doors and the guards in order to escape. All was lost.
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F!NPC/Orcs - 'A Fierce Hunger' 10/?
Date: 2013-09-23 04:30 pm (UTC)"You have serviced my men well. I had my doubts that you could adequately please them but it appears you have."
She felt as though he was trying to compliment her but she just felt a little offended.
"I have been watching, I am sure you have noticed." He didn't stop to wait for her confirmation. "And I like what I see in you, Imperial."
Vianna wasn't sure where this was going. Did it mean that the chief was finally ready to join in with their 'games'? Or did it mean that he was going to let her go?
"Our women are gone. I find myself in need of a wife. I should like you to service me. And only me."
Her blood ran cold. Being passed around the men for some fun was one thing, but to be married off and treated like some sort of brood mare? That was another entirely. And the men grumbled too, apparently not pleased at the 'only me' part. Vianna found herself glancing at Shakuh, who remained blank faced, before saying,
"And if I do not wish to be your wife?"
The chief's grip on her thigh was suddenly like a vice. "Then I will offer you to Malacath."
Vianna was confused and looked at the men for an answer. Then she saw Shakuh discreetly raised his hand to his throat and draw and line across it, serious and grim. Vianna just about held in a gasp. She had gone ridged on the chief's lap. It wasn't much of a choice: forced marriage or death.
But she knew there was only one answer. She wasn't quite ready to surrender her life yet.
"What is it to be, Imperial? Me or Malacath?"
"You." Vianna said, her stomach turning to lead.
**
Shakuh led her back to her room as usual and he was silent all the way. Vianna had neither the heart nor the mind to get him to talk. She felt sick.
He closed the door and left her alone to cry in her room.
The irony of it all was not lost on her. She knew it was ludicrous that she should enjoy being laid out like a slab of meat and used and yet dread the idea of this marriage so much. But she couldn't help it. When she was being used by the men, she still felt a measure of control. They wanted her and nothing else. They desired no power over her, just their own pleasure. But the chief...no, something about him made her skin crawl. He was sly and egotistical and she wanted nothing to do with him. Yet, this time tomorrow, she would be his wife.
Her head span. It was all moving so fast. This time two days ago, she was still a free woman. And now she was a captive and betrothed to an orc chieftain.
And she hadn't even had enough time to check the doors and the guards in order to escape. All was lost.