Kev'Lach, The Wolf of the North, sneered as the woman addressed him directly. She was even so bold as to look him in the eye, a privilege few of his own warriors even dared assume. She made orders to her people as she looked down upon them from the wall, her crimson tresses lightly tousled across her pale face as the wind blew across the plane that separated the Norven hoard from these fragile walls of splinter and straw.<br/><br/>"Yes! Run and fetch your Master, subservient dogs! Bow to the bitch who would watch you crawl." Kev'Lach taunted from the ground as the guards atop the towers rushed to do her bidding. The Warrior-King turned to his negotiator and adviser. "What sort of place is this, that sets men under the thumb of a frail woman?"<br/><br/>"I know not, Your Braveness. But perhaps we might take advantage of their hospitality, that our men might eat and rest without bloodshed. It has been a long march indeed since the last town we sacked." Gel'Mach pleaded with his hotblooded ruler.<br/><br/>"No man deserves rest or food that would not gladly bleed with his king on the Field of Valor." The King spat as his horse Shadowmere stomped the ground and shook at her reigns. "Besides. Why should we men bend to the will of a sharp tongued minx? When I could make her howl with delight before the morrow. Those who surrender wait for the chance to betray, those who are beaten plead for the chance to live."<br/><br/>Just then, creaking ropes moved on wooden wheels, arching the heavy wooden gate back and tipping the front open. The gate rose to reveal the same priestess, now more hidden behind the cowl of her robes, who bid them welcome to the village of Jenta. As she spoke, Kev'Lach allowed himself to view her more closely, the way her heavy robes nestled subtly against the feminine curves of her body, revealing the swells of her breasts and hips, in contrast to the vacant smoothness of her middle. Kev'Lach felt his girth growing wide in the saddle as he gently heeled his horse, urging the massive mare to stomp its way through the gate.<br/><br/>Kev'Lach rode up on the woman, his adviser close behind, letting his midnight colored steed stomp and snort very near to her face.<br/><br/>"Welcome we may be, but I am not commanded by any who live, least of all a woman barely fit to carry my axe." Kev'Lach taunted in a long tense moment. He sat astride his horse, staring down into the eyes of the woman. He was challenging her, daring her to look away and gauging the fire that he saw reflected in her eyes. He stared at her until he heard the creak of bows being drawn from the guards behind him. "Ask again nicely and I'll allow you to lead us where you please."<br/><br/>Kev'Lach dismounted slowly, landing less than a foot form the woman who introduced herself as Delen Jadai. He reached up slowly to pull the cowl back from her face.<br/><br/>"And if you would dare to look me in the eye, I would see your face." The Warrior-King said softly, removing his own helmet in the process. "Lead on."<br/><br/>As his long, rust colored hair spilled forth from his helmet, Kev'Lach smirked at the Priestess. When she turned to lead him to the Great Hall where the two emissaries would be received, some fool, barely more than a boy tried to seize up Shadowmere's reigns. The mare brayed and reared back hard, lifting the young man up from the ground and tossing him aside with a shake of her mighty neck.<br/><br/>"Easy girl..." Kev'Lach whispered to the horse, tugging on her reigns hard and forcing her to look him in the eye. "Soon enough you'll feel their skulls crunch under your hooves."<br/><br/>Once the young man had regained his footing, Kev'Lach handed off his still reluctant steed to the now terrified young man.<br/><br/>"Grip her tight, boy." Kev'Lach cautioned the youth. "Act like a man and she will respect you. Act like a boy and she will surely drag you to your death."<br/><br/>Once the horses were coaxed firmly into the stables, both Kev and Gel followed the priestess to the hall where they would be received. The Priestess' robes fell gently between the firm round globes of her ass, each jiggling faintly as she took a step. The Warrior-King found himself mesmerized by the gate of the lovely young priestess who dared look him in the eye.<br/><br/>The three all gathered around a long, wooden table in the great hall where the parley was to take place. After a brief interval, similarly garbed women joined the assemblage, bearing food and drink which was laid out before the invaders. Gel'Mach nodded in appreciation, as he adjusted the plate of food before him and smelled the grain liquor before him. Kev, on the other hand, was staring more hungrily at the girl who had brought the food than the meal itself.<br/><br/>When the girl turned back toward the kitchen, Kev'Lach snatched her by the wrist and yanked her back toward him. With his other hand slithering around her throat, he sat her forcefully down in his lap.<br/><br/>"You cook this food yourself girl?" Kev asked the trembling, whimpering young woman. "You eat first. Each item on the plate and a deep swill of the mead. Otherwise I might not live so long as to regret trusting the generosity of my rivals."<br/><br/>Kev'Lach's cock was growing beneath the terrified girl, as he shoved pinches of the food down the girl's face, not giving her a chance to protest or even chew before he was stuffing meat, bread and potatoes down her gullet. As he did this, Kev'Lach stared at the Priestess Delen, his lips curving up into a sadistic smile, imagining her similarly helpless and distressed.