She tore her eyes down sharply when the chieftain turned her face towards her. Helga gave a low chuckle, and heat rushed to Iona’s face. She tried to avoid being noticed by any of the men in the tent. “Lick there, priestess. “Be mine, and I will keep you as a pet. The chieftain’s eyes stared down at her with that hungry look, and Iona felt her face flush as she was filled with a mixture of humiliation and desire. She nodded to the warrior. Her knees were splayed out lazily, and her breasts flopped to either side. “I recognise her from my last visit to that temple. Faster than she could have believed, a strong hand was at her dress, pulling her up towards Helga’s face. She looked up at the warrior woman’s face, hoping she was pleased now. She felt another crush of shame as she realized how fast her heart raced at the thought of being kept by this woman. She repeated that to herself like a mantra. Iona felt stung, chastised and afraid. Defy us, and we will force what is left of you to submit.”
Iona heard murmurs of assent, but the words that came from the high priest were defiant.
