"A.Umph.." Jemma was dragged and tossed to into the largest tent.
She landed hard in the ground hitting her head.
"Oww...." 'Fuckers!?' Jemma rolled her side and gotten knees under her as she waited for her head to clear.
She was soaked, speechless, and sore. Her head throbbed..
Luckily at least she was freezing, the night air was at least warm.
Jemma had tried to explained the men that dragged her that she didn't belong here. But the men were no longer interested in her.
She might not know where here was, but she knew didn't belong "here" with half dressed barbarian men with torches and hunting dogs.
The men spoke over her pleas as though they were dragging back a wild animal. They dragged get through want looked like a large camp of fighters. Campfires and tents surrounded the area. Her wrists sore from being pulled.
Now, Jemma was bruised and ached all over from the long hike to the top of the cliff and then being tossed like a rag doll. She lifted her head from floor.
The tent was larger then expected with multiple large rugs and furs insulating the walls.
ST!STO!!STOP!! AAHH!!"
Shadows displayed on the curtain walls deeper in the tent. Jemma slowly raised up and slowly walked towards the higher walls.
The silhouette of two men were struggling to hold down a shaking six legged table. A half bull man held a huge rod with end enlargement toward the struggling man, jerking.
"AH! ARGH! Ah..."
Jemma bit her lower lip, chewing as she was mixed with terror and curiosity. She had always been a huge fan of boy love but this was hard core. She was torn from looking away.
"Ah!..hmph. Ah!.....hmph."
The longer it went strangely her thighs started to ache as she watched the shadows vigorous and rhythmic movements. Screams and moans mixed together Jemma. She could hardly make out the difference. She was holding her nose bleed.
She could swear she saw the shadow of the "Bull Man" his body rocking rhythmically toward the struggling figure.
Surprisingly the "bull man" grew more arms and contorted.
Until the shadow changed forms and grew.
The shadow of the bull man turned around and got larger, and large until it bull head and horns filled the sheet. The sound of foot steps getting closer.
The curtained open back and the "bull man" pulled off his own head from his torso as he walked through.
'....what?!' Jemma blinked. She looked in disbelief as she locked eyes with the icy blue stare of a man the size of a Viking God. She knew his name was Seth. He was quite possibly one of the most beautiful man Jemma had laid eyes on. His long hair tired back only better relieved his cut jaw line and exposed eight pack abs. His eyes were sharp and unwavering as he met Jemma's. Her mouth gasping, her face flushed. In Jemma's past life she would of been in love with this type of hunky pretty boy but would be too shy to make eye contact if she was caught looking.
Seth's lip twitched.
The curtains blew open behind him to relieve a naked leather strapped man tied barreled over a to the top of a table his red cheeks exposed. His skin seared and branded. He screamed as a masked man continue to torture him. Jemma faced heated when she saw the "tortured" man's erection as a branding iron was put away.
She eyes darted back to her demon that stood before her. Her ears felt like they are on fire.
The huge man crossed the space before them in two strides. His face closed to kiss Jemma's as he spoke. His long laces lowered. Jemma held her breath.
His eyes hungry when staring at Jemma's exposed lower lip, her smooth soft skin and wide rounded eyes.
He almost felt like she was teasing him. Looking so innocence and intoxicating, he was tempted to ruining her first. Before his older brother got to taste her.
Seth chuckled at the idea of his older brother and soon to be King Derek head between Jemma's writhing thighs lapping at her lips with Seth seed still in her.
"I thought you would rather die than be the king's concubine." Seth sneered. He was starting boil from stopping himself from biting her lip.
Jemma shivered as memories that were not her own.
"Your father sold you to the king for back taxes. I would of killed them if he took you back."
Tears fell from her golden hazel eyes.
Seth sniffed Jemma. She felt different to him then she did before. Before she would sob and shrink away. She felt bolder.
He looked down at her cascading hair with see her young expose cleavage. He was pleased to see her elect nipples peeped. He could help but pinch one. His hand reached out on its own.
Slap!
"ouch!" Jemma's hand slapped his away. "What the fuck! Hands off!" Shouted Jemma as she position herself for defense. Arms blocking.
Seth cock zinged from base to tip. He chuckled. His leather pants tight against his muscled thighs. He didn't remember her so lively.