Galla yelped again when his coarse tongue ran over her skin. She was breathing hard and looked at him as if she had been violated. Anger started building again in her and she responded, quite fiercely: "Do not lick me! What exactly do you take me for?" She took a step towards him, and she was trembling, angry and frightened. "I was- I am a warrior, and I would never fight bare! It is - wrong. To be without coverings is wrong. I am not a whore, nor your whore, nor anybody's! One who cannot be modest cannot be known as a warrior."<br/><br/>She glared at him, hating his smile and utterly amused look. She felt utterly naked and exposed around him, and she wanted to pull the cloth lower, so it may cover the plump swell of her buttocks, but then, her breasts, which were barely covered anyway would jut out. She blushed furiously, but did not move away from him. Goose-bumps were visible all over her exposed body, and her nipples were visible through the thread bare cloth. She felt the part of her hand which he had licked and sobbed, because the mere touch of his tongue had sent vibrations throughout her body. What was this? Why did this happen? She eyes his axe and wondered if she should just take it and fight. But he had not proved aggressive. No, there was something wrong with her. She needed to walk away from him. And yet, Galla's feet remained planted beside him, her eyes watching him sip his wine.