Dag steps up to the church as I survey the progress of my invading mob of vicious Viking warriors while a cold chill whips through the village. The village was an easy target after a few days of observation, not much in the way of guards or trained troops, and as expected there was only light resistance to their invasion. The purpose was to fill their ships with this villages food, goods, and perhaps women and finish the final leg of their journey home.

My steely grey eye's narrow as a young man from the village fails miserably at trying to rip one of my men off of a woman that was bent over a makeshift well with her top ripped exposing her ample bosom, the bottom of her dress was flipped up on her back exposing her pale white ass to the unforgiving air and my relentless Viking Warrior. Dag's man growled at this sudden interruption and grabbed the young man by his neck and viciously clenched it with both hands, raising the boy from the ground until his kicking and flailing turned to spasms, then stopped, lifeless....the woman at the well clung to the cold stones while frozen in fear, her eye's wide as she watched someone she grew up with get the life choked out of him. As the man was dropped to the ground lifeless my warrior resumed undoing the leather laces of his pants as he focused back on the woman, her fate more than likely to be the same after he was done with her as he reaped his reward from the unwilling woman. The warrior looked over at me an evil grin on his face, "You want some of this?" He viciously smacked the wench on her ass, I shook my head hearing of a potential treasure in the village church.

I turned away confidently smirking with a low laugh, it was our way and she was my man's reward to do with as he pleases. I was sure I would be hearing about how he killed that unfortunate fellow on the boat ride home, I'll also hear how great of a fuck that poor wench was and of course the graphic details of how he slayed her. My attentions went back towards the door of the church, I expected when I pressed upon the door with the shaft of my Great-Axe for the thick wooden door to be locked, as villagers typically ran to their bastion of faith when invaded, thinking their god would save them. This time it was unlocked, hell, it wasn't even latched. While there wasn't a group of huddled villagers in here, I knew there would be someone in here. Their god wasn't here to save them, in fact, whoever was in here was about to feel how it felt for their god to forsake them...

I drag my Great-Axe behind me, mainly for invoking the fear of whoever heard it, the dull dragging sound resonating and bouncing off the church walls, my steely grey eye's looking up and down each pew to see if anyone was hiding to strike or hiding in fear hoping he wouldn't notice them. As the wind rushes into the makeshift church, the doors slam against the wall loudly, banging over and over adding to the dread in the air.

My eye's narrowed on the lone closed door in the entire church, the problem was who knew what was behind that closed door, more supplies? The money collected from church services? A scared man backed into a corner ready to strike? Children? Perhaps the priest himself or maybe a virgin priestess, I smiled at that one, hoping to my gods that was it.....Dag didn't know what or who was behind that closed door but it was closed for a reason and I was going to find out what lay behind door number 1 before burning down this "house of the gods", certainly not any gods I found faith in.

I pick up my Great-Axe, gripping it in one hand at at my side as I stride with purposeful heavy steps towards the door, I don't even hesitate as I rip the door open with such force a hinge comes undone and the door slams against the outer wall, the door splintering from the impact.

I stand before you my face hard and cold, ready for whatever is in the closet, my eye's quickly soaking in the entire closet Great-Axe raised defensively until my eyes focus on you, my eye's narrow and before you can even move I reach a fur wrapped arm out like a striking cobra and my hand snatches into your hair forcefully. With strength I drag you out of the closet as if you were a doll and stand you up before me with my arm outstretched, my steely eyes taking in your form beneath what you're wearing. I lean my Giant\-Axe against the wall and my other hand grips the top of your blouse and rips down, tearing the cloth from your upper body exposing your breasts to the cold air and my frigid gaze, immediately your nipples grow and the skin around them tightens....

My hand grips tightly in your hair as I pull your head back making you arch your back before me, your breasts pointing to the heavens as your torso grows taught, my eye's soak in the beauty before the beast, "Well well, well...who have we here?"

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Are you a high priestess that is absolutely adamant that I won't rape you and fight until your last breath? Are you a high born lady that just happened to stop at the town for the eve? Are you a prisoner that was captured and left here from one of our villages? Are you the village Slut eager to please the new savage in town?

This can be a quick RP or a LONG term RP, stuff happening in the church, then led to the ships, and what life could be like once you arrive at OUR village...it's up to you, I'm open and have left it open for you.....non-con can be apart of it OR we can go completely con with the damsel falling for her abductor. First or Third person, whatever your preference I'm open for flexibility here.

Hope to see a few Orange Envelopes soon! Please also let me know if you'd prefer a quickie OR some long term action...I'm down for both!

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