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from the room, returning after he’d retrieved a painted jug. He sat down in front of Ishara and popped the corked wedged into the crude container. Once more his presence immediately filled the entirety of the room. Tipping the mouthpiece in her direction, he finally responded, “You will be.”
    He drank from the jug, long drags, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each gulp. She thought he might have emptied it all on his own, but when he lowered it and shoved it under her nose, the liquid left inside sloshed around. “Drink.”
    Ishara took the jug, but she certainly did not do what she was told. No one ordered her around. Even if he did not want to believe her, she was no one’s slave. Instead, she sniffed the jug, frowning at the coppery, metallic smell. Blood. The same blood from when they had her caged, maybe. “What is this?”
    “A potion. You will drink it, and when the morning comes, you’ll have a headache and that is all.” Mechan stared at her, his gaze slowly drifting down her bare chest, over her stomach and lower. The hunger in his eyes, heated her pussy once more. “Drink it.”
    She had no choice. There was nowhere for her to go, and if she didn’t listen, he might not let the other women go. She would have to be patient and perhaps earn the chieftain’s trust so that when she did break free, it would be unexpected.
    The warm, thick liquid had the aftertaste of blood and strong spirits made from the wild plants growing near her home. It made her body feel tingly and almost numb, but when she drank the rest, confusion settled over her.
    Mechan drank nearly three quarters of the brew himself before he reached out with one of his brawny hands and pulled her closer to him with a simple tug to her waist. Compared to her thin, well-toned form, Mechan was large and could easily overpower her.
    Dizzy, she found herself in Mechan’s lap, seated with her legs draped over one of his thighs, and her arms sprawled backward over the other. He ran his hand up her body, over the tightness of her stomach and between her breasts. The gold smeared where he touched, and when his fingers reached her neck, Ishara wondered if he would choke her here to teach her a lesson. She couldn’t focus enough to stand her ground, and that wonderful, warm feeling started to grow in her eager cunt once more.
    Mechan’s other hand snaked up into Ishara’s dread locks, grabbing a handful of the cords with a fierce tug. A low growl rose in the base of his throat, and under her ass she felt the pressure of his hardening cock. Ishara moaned and arched her back, desperately trying to get the chieftain to touch her again. Whatever she drank had heightened her senses, and when Mechan caressed her, she felt a thousand of his hands on her at once, like the women with the gold dust. Her sight grew red with lust, and she lost herself.
    As Ishara pushed her mound against Mechan’s hand, he grasped onto her hair again, keeping her neck tilted back so that she could only see his face. He slid his fingers down past her breasts, which hungered to be touched. Ishara held her breath as his hand continued past her navel and eventually down between her thighs to the shameful heat of her pussy. Mechan rumbled; the sound began to vibrate from his hard stomach pressed against her hip bone.
    He pushed his fingers between her slick folds, teasing and tormenting her swollen flesh before retreating. After staring at her mouth, he smeared her warm honey across her lips.
    “Taste yourself,” he grunted, forcing his fingers into her mouth.
    Ishara had never tasted her own passion before. She never knew of the fire that warmed inside her, causing her to become moist and wet. Lapping at his fingers, she moaned louder when he pulled back on her dreads, forcing her mouth open.
    After she’d licked his fingers clean, Mechan wasted no time with pushing them back between her legs. His thumb nudged her nether lips apart, and one of his fingers caressed her little