1. Ard Rig


    Date: 5/3/2017, Categories: BDSM, Group Sex, Lesbian Sex, Author: dustybit, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    It was summer, but just mellowing into the roundness of autumn, the battle season was almost at an end and the clan would soon look to their fields and orchards. Tonight though was a feast to celebrate victory over another of their enemies. The hall had been swept clean and fresh rushes matted over the floor. The thatch had been smoked with juniper to drive out the insects which sheltered within it and fresh lime wash had been applied to the walls; what had for so long been a war camp’s keep seemed again the seat of a king. Tonight, if the tribute of the vanquished - the greatest treasure they could offer - found acceptance they would no longer be a beaten people but the newest members of the confederacy forged by the high king over many years with blade and cunning tongue. Their captured warriors would be returned, emissaries exchanged and they would stand amongst the other confederated tribes. So long as their tribute was accepted… The hall had taken the best part of the week to prepare for the feast, tables had been arranged in a great U and these polished by precious bee’s wax till they shone, the hunting dogs had been kept away as it was cleaned but they would be here for the feast rooting through the rushes like pigs for any bones tossed side by the revellers. The tribute arrived a little after the sun was at its height, full three fians of warriors e****ting a cart of beech planks sanded till they gleamed white enough to hurt the eyes, pulled by a white ox. The party ...
    halted a spear throw from the gate of the fort to await the high king’s shieldmen who would receive it. A girl of surpassing beauty in a shift of the softest white linen, Her hair an almost unknown wheat colour, a true treasure amongst the dark haired peoples of the land. The shieldmen opened the great timber gate and in perfect formation trotted forth to surround the cart, as one man they raised their spears in salute to the e****ts who all turned and started their long run homeward. The cart was drawn within the precinct of the fort and though a wall of the tall warriors formed about it the inhabitants swarmed to marvel at the girl, She stood shivering slightly though it was yet warm, head lowered Her delicate face curtained by the cascade of Her pale hair. The crowd was quiet save for few murmured awing comments, but fell silent completely at the approach of the druid… The tall but now slightly age stooped man strolled determinedly to the cart, the crowd parting to form a respectful channel for him as he moved, his dove grey woollen robe trailing slightly behind him, his long tangled beard ruffled by a breeze no other felt. He raised his rowan staff and offered it up to the girl for support as She stepped daintily down from the cart, She wore nothing on well-formed feet, but it was as if the dust of the ground dared not sully so radiant a form and Her naked soles would still be clean when finally She was received inside. In a voice cracked by age but which still commanded ...
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