After she is kidnapped by her father’s enemies and sold to the barbarian chief Rikiar, Princess Aisling finds that life as a barbarian’s bride is quite different than the one to which she was previously accustomed. To her dismay, the once pampered princess soon learns that the barbarian chief is not to be trifled with and any disobedience will earn her a sound spanking on her bare bottom.
Her days are certainly less boring than when she was cooped up behind castle walls, and since her warrior husband’s fierce lovemaking is beyond anything the virgin princess ever imagined, her nights are far more exciting as well. Though much is expected of her—she must both satisfy Rikiar’s voracious appetites in the bedroom and train to wield a sword—Aisling perseveres and before long she feels a strength growing in her heart which makes her proud.
But when Aisling’s father demands her return and wages war against Rikiar and his people, she fears for Rikiar’s life. Can she trust her judgment and her courage to protect her new-found people, save her husband, and safeguard their love from those who wish to destroy it?
Author: Loki Renard
eBook Price: $3.95
Word Count: 41,000
“You are undoubtedly a virgin,” he said, smoothing her hair back from her face tenderly. “Go lie upon the bed.” His gaze traveled down the length of her body, from her small, pert breasts to the soft tone of her belly and the dark curling place of pleasure between her thighs.
She realized then, that she was naked and that he was seeing her so for the first time. It had felt so natural when he came in, and she had been so distracted by Mara’s pleasures that she quite forgot to worry about her nudity.
Rising with a full body blush, Aisling did as she was told. She could feel Rikiar’s eyes on her, feasting silently on every curve.
“Lie on your stomach,” he murmured.
She obeyed, glad for the order. It was easier to lie on her stomach, feel the comforting softness of the bed below her. There was less exposure in this position…
“Spread your legs.”
There was a little more exposed once Aisling followed that part of the order, but to her gratification she discovered that spreading her legs pressed the hard nub of her still pulsing desire to the bed.
Rikiar knelt and ran the flat of his palm over Aisling’s bare thighs and bottom, tapping lightly across the crowns of her cheeks.
“Naughty,” he drawled, “to have your cunnie licked so willingly by a stranger.”
“I am sorry, m’lord,” Aisling breathed.
“I don’t think you are,” Rikiar said. “You are still too wet to be sorry.” He let the pads of his fingers slide over her outer lips in a soft caress. “Look at you, spread, wet, your sheath ready for my sword, but for that pesky little bit of skin.”
Aisling hissed in a breath as his fingers once more probed inside her, finding her hymen.
“This will stay intact for the moment,” he said, sliding his fingers out again, then in a little ways, then out again, treating her to a little taste of what it would be like when his flesh speared inside her. It felt quite wonderful, so much so that Aisling was soon lifting her hips, presenting her pussy as his prize.
“You want to cum, don’t you,” Rikiar drawled in that husky voice. “You want to have your pussy played with until you clench and scream and spend yourself all over me.” A sharp slap to her bottom followed the words. “But you’ve been naughty, Aisling, and naughty princesses have their bottoms spanked.”
He began spanking her a little more firmly, the flat of his hand meeting her bottom in crisp slaps that stung, but did not seriously hurt. He had been much rougher with Mara, who had not seemed to mind in the slightest. Aisling wondered what the serving girl had felt when Rikiar’s hand thundered down across her bottom, surely something much more intense than the light sting that was spreading across her own cheeks.