It was cold in the North fields, bitter with the freezing snow, Lord Marcus looked around the barren wasteland, all he could see were glaciers, snowdrifts, how he hated this part of the country. It was where the undead roamed, they stayed away from his men, the elite were most feared. He was tired, having to fight the battle for the Kingdom's, they now had two under their belt, another three to get. Now that little brat had him chasing her down, as his, she was never to run, she was raised to take everything he gave, share him with his whores, if he demanded. But no, one fucking row and she took off, it spread through the kingdom that he couldn't control the imp, once he got hold of her punishment would be painful, now that warmed his insides, it was common knowledge the elite dealt with their women differently.
This had been the second time she had ran, the first was when she had been married to his older brother, who was now dead. He had been sent out to capture her, after she ignored the kings demands, he found her six days later. Yet not returning her to his brother's arms for a whole month. After he had fucked her every which way he could, beaten her, oh she fought back and he loved it. They had fought hard at times, their bodies bloody and bruised , but it all ended the same way, him sinking deep inside her wet passage as they screamed each other's names in passion. He hated having to give her back to her husband, walked around for days, hard and aching, till he turned to whores. He went with anyone who looked like her, but no one could match her, the bitch had ruined him for anyone. A month later she was his, due to his brother's death, he had given orders that Sentisha was to be Mark's when he died, he was to serve and protect her. Truth be told he would die for her.
They had been travelling for days now, the weather harsh against their skin, the bitter chill of the wind had killed some of his men, the rest he had left at the Kingdom they had conquered, yet his three closest soldiers and younger brother were travelling again. He prayed that beyond the next mountain, was Stanos the place she was meant to be. There would be food, drink and whores, which all of them needed, even Marcus, as he knew Sentisha would never allow him to sink into her the moment he found her. No she would beat the shit out of him for taking so fucking long finding her.
The warmth of the fire warmed her bones, thank god the inn in Stanos was warm and full of light. The walls held out the wildlings, the people who couldn't take orders they lived like savages, butchered all who accidently came their way. Ate the bodies, or hung their heads up on stakes around the villages they took. She shivered thinking about it, her security guarded her with their lives, they were part of the elite force had been trained by Lord Marcus, and his team. they were the best and no one would hurt her, or them. Looking towards the mountain range she could see a small group of men, tall and proud on their white stallions. Her body ached with desire, there he was, standing out as he was the tallest almost 7 foot of pure male. They had another days hard ride before they reached Stanos, by then she would be gone. Her thoughts went to him, he made all women stare, he was beautiful to look at in a rough kind of way. The most beautiful green eyes, goatee beard, long black hair, he kept tied back with a black ribbon, unless they were fucking, which 90% of the time they were. She loved when he held her tight his arms full of markings from inkings he collected after each kill. The markings on his body told his life story, she would trace them in the firelight when he was asleep.
He could see Stanos from the mountain ridge another days ride and he would have her underneath him, as he fucked her brains out, fuck the whores , she would be his whore tomorrow. Holding his hand up for them to stop, they would rest here for the night, the caves would protect them. What little food they had would last, and the snow they could melt for water. He was tired and sore along with the rest, he had battled well, they all had, being in their arms would sooth him, and the others. The men who were with him, had done the battle required and were now chasing their partners down. After all they had trained them all in combat ,how to protect each other, and the little bitches followed his beloved anywhere she fucking went. He was sure they did this for fun, enjoying the running and then the chasing down. Thanking Glenn his younger brother for the food he looked up at the full moon, tomorrow darlin I will have you in my hands.
Glenn too enjoyed it when Marcus and Sentisha argued and she ran, it guaranteed his wife Lita would go with her. He loved the chase and the reward after when he caught her, neither walked for days, when he captured her. Smiling to himself, he looked round at the others, they had all be trained to be the best, then for some unknown reason, Marcus had thought it would be best to train their wives to the same level.
Randy saw the happiness in Glenn's face and knew the same was on his, like Glenn he loved the game that Marcus and Sentisha played. She made them work hard to find their wives, fight new enemies, over barren terrine . His wife Sam would be waiting, oh she would put the fight up, but both loved how it ended, on her back, with her legs open as he sank inside her. They had the same relationship as Marcus and Glenn did with theirs.
John had finally managed to get warm, at times he could kill Mickie when she went with them. Yeah he loved the fight like the others, he hated the cold, her warm body would chill him soon enough. Phil was the same as John loved the chase , but hated this god damn weather, oh he may be the best in the world to his wife Beth, but his bones didn't feel like it at the moment. Tomorrow he would be in her arms warm and loved.
Waking up she located the women warning them their husbands were close, each dressed quickly, it was almost dawn, thanking the hosts, after eating a hearty breakfast, they jumped on their black stallions and hightailed it to the next village, having to cross the ancient wall.
Sentisha had fond memories of the ancient wall, it was the village half way across that Lord Marcus had caught up with her. He had been on her trail for awhile, yet she always stayed one step ahead, this day she had chosen to enjoy the views of the wall. Stepping out of her hut she walked to the wall, looking down to the green forestry of the valley, with the sea in the background. It was nature at is purest, the people who lived here enjoyed the simple life, they grew and breed their own food, never having to step away from the village. It was hidden and only the select few knew the secrets to finding it, putting her face up to the sun, the rays warming her skin.
"Sentisha" was all it took for her skin to go cold, turning she looked up
"Lord Marcus, well it took you awhile to find me, I expect so much more from an elite soldier, what a let down you must be Sir" walking back to her hut, he followed her.
"I would expect better manners from you Sentisha I guess my brother doesn't teach you to respect you're elders. However if you were my wife, you would be punished for such insolence"
"Well Lord let's be grateful I'm your brother's wife and not yours, from what I have heard you tame the whores with your fists" his eyes sparked fury as he leaned down to her face.
"I would tame you with a smack to your backside Sentisha hard, until I saw the redness appear, and then I would continue" she slapped him hard across the face.
"How dare you speak to me like that"
"Oh I dare, Sentisha, raise a hand to me again and I will hit you back" the anger showed in her face, Marcus had always found her sexy, hell if his older brother hadn't asked for her hand in marriage, he would have. She was 5ft to his 7ft, deep red hair that went down her back. The most gorgeous blue eyes, long lashes, that rested softly on her ruby cheeks. Her smile would end a war, and her figure would have a dead man aroused. She was slim but god had given her assets that would fit perfectly in his hand. Why the hell did she have to be married to Nathaniel, she should have been his. Her fiery temper had him aching to tame her.
She had to do it ,see if he would, raising her hand she slapped him again, the speed in which he stopped her, threw her against the wall and grounded his lips to hers, shocked her. He controlled the kiss, tracing her lips with his tongue, gaining entry to her warm mouth. Nathaniel had never kissed her with this much passion, her hands grabbed his hair as he deepened the kiss, yanking hard on his ponytail he pulled back.
"You fucking bitch" his hand slapped her face, even though his parents would be turning in their graves they had taught him never to raise a hand to a woman, he hit her again. To him Sentisha has never and would never be a woman, she was a young tomboy, 22 years old, and very much untouched, if what his brother had said was true.
She punched back, he had taught her well, as she brought him down to his knees, they hit hard their faces bloody, their bodies battered. Marcus grabbed her against the wall, his lips again taking hers, their love making was rough that night as he took her over and over. It was that night he took her virginity and had no regrets, she was his drug, she matched him punch for punch and he loved her for it.
Shaking her memories away she guided the girls to Acovix the halfway village in the ancient wall. She would wait for him here, in the same hut, the one they had stayed in for three weeks, as he took her every way he could. Making her his, he left his marks over her love bites, finger marks, bites. His body hadn't been left untouched either, he was strong enough to take anything she threw at him and at times it was knives, iron pans, their passion was dangerous should anyone get involved. To them it was mind blowing, raw and erotic.
Arriving at Santos, Lord Marcus dismounted taking the hand of Geofry it was good to see him. Hugging his dear friend to him, he accepted bed, food and whores for them all.
"Missed her didn't I"
"Marcus that little imp of yours puts you through hoops, dragging you around the country. Are you sure you can tame her" This angered Marcus, it was no ones business but his and Santisha when it came to their relationship, Geofry knew he had overstepped the boundaries, in their friendship.
"She left at dawn, you are but a few hours behind she did mention Acovix" Marcus smiled, he knew she would be waiting there for her, It was the place he made her his own, his cock ached to be inside her, he choose to ignore the whores for the night as did his men. They only wanted their cocks to sink in their women, they had no need for others. His belly full from wine and food, he lay down, needing a good night sleep, after all tomorrow he wouldn't be sleeping for days and neither would she. It had been months since he had slid into her warmth another night would make no difference.