F4A - The Rolling Thunder, the Battle-Blood

"Do you know why I'm doing this, *amatan*?"

"Because I disobeyed you, mistress."

"Good boy."

Anja finished the last small knot in the thread that bound one of her favorite's hands so his fingers could not move or bend. She grinned at the way the string bit into the skin of the young man whose gaze was cast down at the bear-hide he knelt on before her. It would hurt, maybe even cut a little, but would do no permanent damage to her precious slave's soft skin. Her hand reached out to pet and ruffle the mess of black hair on the gorgeous creature before her; this one was one of her favorites because he was among the most beautiful. It was good for him, because he was certainly not among the most obedient.

"Now sit and think on why you are bound so. You may go back to the main room in an hour."

She didn’t stay to see if he would obey. If he didn't, she would find out and next time it would not be string she used, but her whip. Long, black, and made of leather, it stayed at her hip whenever she was not in her full armor. Instead, around her harem, in her castle home, she wore tunics, soft and loose pants, none of which hid her curves like the twisted black armor could. What she liked most was the she didn’t need to bind down her great breasts, or worry about the snug fit of metal against her hips. All she had to worry about was what her pets were doing and the next time she would need to be Warlord.

Maybe she would make them brush and braid her long black hair. Or maybe they could massage the last of the soreness from her breasts, before she bent one over something and used a toy to fuck their ass until they--

"Battle-blood!"

Anja sighed and turned. Just as she thought, Jeralt, one of her longest standing generals.

"I bring a report from the southern borders," he said.

The Rolling Thunder didn't reply, but nor did she turn away, simply waiting.

"It goes well," the battle-scarred man replied with a grin. "Tribute has been given from several cities. Gold and people, mostly. I brought them back with me for you to look over then distribute."

"Did anyone distinguish themselves in battle?" she asked.

"A few. I made a list for you, Warlord." He lifted a scrap of paper to her, on the back of some other orders. The practicality of it made her smile.

"Good man," she said with a nod. "I'll send back the lists tonight."

"Pick out a pretty one for me. A man this time, Svanhild, stop trying to make me breed."

The Rolling Thunder made the sound that gave her the name; a laughter that filled the room and covered a battlefield. "If you don't breed, good stock like you might die out," she told him. "Very well. I'll pick the prettiest boy you ever did see out for you. Now get, I have some fucking to do myself."

Her general grinned, saluted, and took off to do more work.

Anja made her way up into the main harem room. Covered in soft pillows, plush furniture, soft lighting, it made for a lush den of sin. Nearly twenty men and women were scattered about, gossiping, working on art, cooking some, reading, or even just lounging. When Anja opened the door, there was a flurry of activity while she walked to her huge couch in the middle of the room and fell back on it.

Some scurried near, others bided their time further away. Some loved her, she knew, others were not yet fully broken. And these were just the ones that she had kept since the last war she waged. Soon the ranks of her harem and her favorites might well be renewed.

The Warlord smiled. She moved her whip to sit beside her and in the open.  They all came to love her in time.

On their own or forced.

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Hi folks! This has been rattling in my brain for a bit and it was time to just get it out.

I am looking for harem members! You can play one, two, five, ten, fifty, a thousand, I don't care, however many you want. They can be male! They can be female! They can be both or neither! Human, elf, dwarf, it matters not to me, so long as they’re *interesting.*

I'm also open to other character to play off of her but I'd like you to keep in mind that Anja is not a submissive person. If you're looking to "tame the Warlord" this isn't the RP for you.

The only necessary kinks here are good writing and world-building, but I'm also into bondage, pegging, BDSM, torture, and a lot of other things. I am *not* into kids (ask what kid means if you need), animals, bathrooms, or incest and will reject those outright. All of my kinks are flexible so long as they fit the character I've made here, so don't expect Anja to be into the missionary position. Unless she's the one doing the thrusting, of course.

Always accepting orangereds! I am a *glacial* responder and given to bouts of writer's block. If you can handle that and are at all interested still, I greatly look forward to your PM.