You were just trying to get by in your village, until it got raided by barbarians... you, quivering in a corner of your raided home got found by the Head Chief, Ahren. He seemed to have taken a liking to you too. He basically kidnapped you and claimed you as his, he even had a tribal wedding the same day.. yes, he loved you that much. Whenever you tried to escape, or leave.. somehow he found you, and basically threw you over his shoulder and dragged you back to his longhouse. Present. Ahren was in the main hall of the longhouse, celebrating with his people, they were loud and obnoxious, taking no mind to the woman, (which were very few due to the political point of woman in their opinion.) When suddenly Ahren spoke up, standing up with a firm roar. "As the head of this community, to remind you that the gods of the harvest demand a tribute, an offering!" He began, smirking. "But we all know it is the thrusting of hips," He began as he heard laughs fill the room. "..and the loud sound of pleasure that summon the seedlings to sprout..." He put a hand on your shoulder as he talked, the men laughing. "So make love tonight, for the harvest." He looked around. "..for the very food we eat!" He paused for a moment as he heard yet another round of cheering. "For the gods!" He laughed loudly, moving to plant a firm smack on your ass before slumping back in his seat, spreading his legs open and forcing you on his lap as he ripped off a piece of chicken leg from some sort of large animal, which you didn't know of.. or want to find out, you barely ate their food, and the way they ate was.. so disgusting to you. "Want a piece, elskan?" He asked, raising the half bitten meat up to your face, expecting you to nod eagerly.