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defiled hearts: the barbarian

!!!Defiled Hearts: The Barbarian Smut Content warning: In this scenario, your Hati feels comfortable about their genitalia and other sex specific body parts being touched and/or penetrated. You cannot choose your gender (it's not referenced in the scenario) but you can choose your sex (your genitalia). This is content meant for 18+ audience. By proceeding, you are confirming that you are of age. What's your name? <<textbox "$name" "Hati" [[Sex?]]>>

What is your sex? [[Male.|who?][$sex to "male"]] [[Female.|who?][$sex to "female"]]

\<<if $sex is "male">> \<<set $he to "he"; $him to "him"; $his to "his"; $himself to "himself"; $He to "He"; $Him to "Him"; $His to "His">> <</if>>\ \<<if $sex is "female">> <<set $he to "she"; $him to "her"; $his to "her"; $himself to "herself"; $He to "She"; $Him to "Her"; $His to "Her">> <</if>> !!!How the night of Samhain could've ended... The flames warm up my skin and I close my eyes to enjoy the sensation of heat in the middle of the late autumn chill. The wind howls in the trees, but the bonfire keeps me safe from its freezing claws. “Thank the Goddess for the fire.” Tinsae’s voice confirms my thoughts. She gives me a radiant smile when I look at her. She wraps the fur-trimmed cloak tighter around her body and looks at the receding backs of Floyd and the others. The festivities ended with us dancing around the fire. “Hati did the fire, not the Goddess.” Camilla’s voice matches in coldness with the autumn air. Tinsae raises her brow at me. Then, with a playful smile she says, “Thank you, Hati, for the fire.” “Thank you for the company,” I say absentmindedly, my gaze captured by the dancing flames. I don’t mind her or Camilla’s presence. Tinsae continues musing, her voice thoughtful and filled with wonder. “I’ve never been to the woods during Samhain. The spirits dance amidst the dark trees with the vibrancy of birds rejoicing in the spring breeze.” “How poetic.” Camilla scoffs. “It’s unnatural.” “Is it?” Tinsae breathes in the smoky air with a smile on her face. A blood-freezing howl carries from the forest and Camilla shifts closer to me, her gaze captured by the direction the sound came from. When she realizes that she’s almost glued to me, she gives me a scowl, as if all of this is somehow my fault. But she doesn’t move away. A shiver runs through her body, warmed up by the fire. [[I put my arm around her and reassure her.]] [["Are you scared, Camilla?" I ask with a grin.]]

She flinches momentarily when my arm curls around her firmly tense shoulders. But, again, she doesn’t move away. However, she doesn’t spare me a glance, either. Tinsae gives us a knowing smile. She doesn’t seem to mind the closeness between her friend and I. There’s no trace of jealousy in her gaze, only intrigue and amusement. She even looks thrilled by the sight. With a cheeky smile on her face, she asks, “Camilla, are you afraid?” “Of course not.” Camilla gives me a quick look, as if to make sure that I’m there to have her back, should the dead try to ambush her. “Didn’t you already walk through the woods all by yourself?” I ask. “I did,” she says as a challenge. It’s left up for interpretation what the said challenge is. [[A moan of the dead reaches our ears.]]

Camilla seethes at the sight of my grin. “Of course not!” she all but barks but remains in place, ever closer to me. She doesn’t dare to move away. “Hati and I will protect you, dear,” Tinsae says. She gives me a sneaky smile. She, too, is wholly amused by the situation. Camilla opens her mouth to say something but decides against it. If I was a betting man, I’d say she was about to insult us. [[A moan of the dead reaches our ears.]]

by <a href="https://www.tumblr.com/blog/defiledheartsblog">Haley Mattos</a>

The howls seem ever closer to us, it’s as if they’re drawn by the fire. Or by whatever happened with Quinn. Camilla seems to realize that only Tinsae and I can do something about the ill-willing spirits roaming nearby. She can’t beat them with her fists or scowls. It must make her feel vulnerable. She’s out of her depth and it’s curious to witness her try to navigate the situation. “Don’t look at me like that,” she says accusingly. “How?” “Like you’re analyzing my weaknesses.” She clears her throat and looks at the dark forest. Tinsae gives her a soft smile. “You’re among friends, dear.” “Friends who enjoy seeing me afraid,” she says with scorn. ‘Enjoy’ might be a bit too much but she’s not completely wrong. I give Tinsae a quick, almost guilty look. But she doesn’t look worried. “How about another dance?” Tinsae asks. “Let the howls of the dead be our music.” “That sounds macabre,” Camilla says. Then she smirks. “Fine. Hati dances first.” I tighten my lips at the suggestion. She already saw that I can't dance. This is her way to avenge my condescension. The smirk on her face tells me as much. I shift uncomfortably. The howls make for a lousy rhythm to catch up on. Not that I’d catch any rhythms, anyway. “I will dance with you, dear,” Tinsae says as she takes the cloak off her slim shoulders. A shiver shakes her frame momentarily, but she remains composed, reaching for me. “Let the flames lick our naked skin, dear,” she says in a sultry voice. [[I clear my throat at the innuendo and look away.]] [[I give her a confident smirk.]]

\<<set $sub to true>> She talks with the confidence of a woman who knows what she’s doing. She knows about dancing, but what about licking… Heat creeps into my cheeks. And she gives me a delighted smile. Gracefully, she lets me stew in my embarrassed heat. “Just pretend there’s no one else around,” Tinsae whispers in my ear as her hands find my pelvis. Gently but with determination, she guides my hips against hers. Then, seemingly after a moment of pondering, she adds, “Or, think of Camilla’s eyes devouring your naked skin.” [["Oh?" I try to clear my irritated throat discreetly.]]

\<<set $dom to true>> “Fine,” I say and take her hand. The inability to do something properly hasn’t stopped me before and I won’t let it stop me now. She gives me a delighted smile and looks at our intertwined hands. “Are you going to lead me, dear? You seem like the type.” “You can lead when it comes to dance but otherwise I like to be in charge,” I say softly against her ear, taking in the subtle shivers my words gave her. “I shall keep that in mind,” she promises. “Just pretend there’s no one else around,” Tinsae whispers in my ear as her hands find my pelvis. Gently but with determination, she guides my hips against hers. Then, seemingly after a moment of pondering, she adds, “Or, think of Camilla’s eyes devouring your naked skin.” [["Oh?" I give her a bold smile.]]

'“Does it make you feel bashful, my dear?” Tinsae whispers, leaning closer to me. She knows it does. She has eyes. But still I nod to confirm it. “I want to be there when you tell her that,” she says with a smile. She takes a strand of hair out of my face with a tender touch. “I imagine you’re her type.” “Really?” It’s really difficult to say with Camilla. “Don’t you think she loathes me?” “Loathes?” She lets out a light laugh. “No, dear. Look at her,” she jokingly commands and makes me look at Camilla. Camilla stares at me. She stares right into my soul. No, that’s not right. She’s not interested in my soul. She wants to rip my clothes off and devour my flesh. I clear my throat again and look away with blushed cheeks. Tinsae lets out a delighted little giggle. “She can be intense.” She touches my cheek gently. “I love to see your reactions so openly on your face, dear.” “I–” [["Now, darling, let's focus on the dance."]]

“You think she’s into me?” I ask. “She’s good at hiding it,” she whispers so her dear friend doesn’t hear. “But I know that look. She wants to taste you.” Tinsae’s perfume mingles with the smoke of the bonfire, creating an intoxicating concoction. “Does she like to be tasted?” I ask. “She has yet to find someone she’d allow the pleasure of. But she has tasted others when it benefits her.” Interesting. “What about you? Do you want to be tasted?” “Oh,” she gives me a bold and a pleased smile. “I’m flexible with my desires, my dear.” “Good to know.” “I take it that you want someone who’ll bend over and be tasted by you?” I smile, deeply pleased to be read so easily. She’s good. [["Now, darling, let's focus on the dance."]]

“The movement starts with the hips,” she whispers, and her breath competes with the flames in heat. “Like so,” she says and starts guiding my hips with hers. \<<if $sub is true>> I obey her touch without a noise of protest. She smiles at my obedience. “Good,” she whispers against my ear. “You take orders well. I can appreciate that.” “That’s my specialty.” And she laughs at my words. It makes me smile. \<<else>> I smirk at her commanding hands. I want to grab them and guide the movement. And I try. But she stops me. I promised her that I’d let her lead this time. She smiles at my disobedience. <</if>>\ I listen to the wind, to the moans of the forest. An owl hoots in the distance. The trees creak in the wind. The crackling of fire is the sound that drowns them all. Just like it triumphs over the coldness and the darkness, it invades the soundscape. The might of the fire. With Tinsae’s help, I slowly start to catch up on the rhythm of nature. Of all the elements around us. Of the fire. I sway my body with the rhythm of the flames, relieving myself of all the stress gathered up within me over the past month. I let myself free. Tinsae’s white dress is tainted from the ash. It makes me want to taint her further. It makes me want to put my hands on her, to smudge her dress with my dirty hands. She gives me a carefree smile, as if knowing my thoughts. She guides my hands to her swaying hips, letting me touch her freely. Letting me ruin her dress. [[But something stirs.]]

There’s something I can feel at the back of my mind, sending tingles down my spine. I turn to look at Camilla. She looks at our dance with an unreadable expression. No, it’s not unreadable. She looks at us with heat in her gaze. The flames dance in the reflection of her eyes. From the corner of my eye, I can see Tinsae looking at Camilla with a knowing smile. The air is prickling with anticipation of someone taking the first step. I don’t know the extent of their relationship. I don’t know how they’d– Tinsae’s warm hand guides my gaze back to her. She gives me a warm, affectionate smile. "You're free to–" Before she can finish her sentence, I feel Camilla’s presence behind me. She stands there like a block of ice, unmoving, her face like a stone but for the flames’ heat mirroring in her gaze. Her cold hand lands on my hips. She leans in to whisper in my ear, “I like watching you with her.” Her words are rough and coarsened by the smoke of the bonfire. Heat rushes to my lower stomach. [[Kiss Camilla.]]

I grab her shoulders and pull her in for a kiss. And she lets me. But not without snaking her fingers beneath my tunic and sinking her sharp nails into the flesh of my shoulders. She lets me know that she’s in charge and will remain so. She will not give up her throne to me so easily. \<<if $sub is true>> I wince at the force she’s hurting me with, and the sound rings pathetically even in my own ears. I didn’t even want her throne, I all but lament in my mind. Tinsae places her soft hand on my other shoulder, letting me know that she’s there if I want it to stop. But I think I like it. The pain. I think I like the way Camilla manhandles me like a doll to be discarded. Especially when Tinsae is there to make sure I’ll be safe. She’ll be there to lick my wounds when Camilla’s done with me. \<<else>> I growl in annoyance. Pain doesn’t suit me, it annoys me, it makes me want to retaliate. I should be the one who inflicts it upon her. She’s clothed with too many layers, too modestly, for me to penetrate her shields and scratch her naked skin in return. So, I take her by her soft, white throat. It makes her snarl in pure anger against my lips. She breaks the kiss and, in retaliation, grabs me by my crotch. Painfully. I gasp in surprise, letting her go, shielding myself from her. “Fight nicely,” Tinsae warns us. We’re still unaware of our boundaries, what the other will tolerate. The fight still lacks playfulness and is still too serious. Camilla gives me a sneer, she’s ready for a rematch. <</if>> \<<if $sex is "female">> [[Then, Tinsae's hands find their way underneath my pants.|femsurprise]] \<<else>> [[Then, Tinsae's hands find their way underneath my pants.|malesurprise]] <</if>>\

Her hands are cold despite the fire. Despite the fire, the autumn air is raw and merciless. “Let me know if you don’t like this, my dear,” she whispers in my ear, pulling my ass against her hips while her deft fingers slowly sneak in to find my entrance. Gently and with a knowing touch, she caresses my already wet folds, grazing my clit from time to time as if by accident. I let out a heated breath when she touches my most tender spot. Finally, when she deems me ready, she starts to rub it lightly. She lets out a pleased hum against my ear when I let out a moan of pleasure. Then, Camilla steals my mouth back to hers, silencing my muffled cries. She kisses me fiercely. There’s anger in her movements, in the way she grabs my arms almost painfully. I don’t know why she’s angry but through her kiss, I accept all her violent emotions. With my clothing shielding my skin from her cruel touch, she pushes Tinsae’s hand against my clit harder, making me wince. “Rub her clit with more force,” she orders Tinsae. “Make her come, make her whine.” Tinsae hums in response. She doesn’t seem too pleased to take orders from Camilla. “Would you like that, dear?” she whispers in my ear. “I want to hear you say it.” \<<if $sub is true>> [[I can only nod in my delirious state.|femnod]] \<<else>> [["Just do it," I order her.|femorder]] <</if>>\

Her hands are cold despite the fire. Despite the fire, the autumn air is raw and merciless. “Let me know if you don’t like this, my dear,” she whispers in my ear, pulling my ass against her hips while her deft hand reaches for my hard cock. Determined by my lack of protest, Tinsae gently touches my erection, humming in pleasure against my ear, I let out a heated breath when she touches the tip of my cock. Finally, when she deems me ready, she starts to stroke me. She lets out a pleased hum against my ear when I let out a moan of pleasure. Then, Camilla steals my mouth back to hers, silencing my muffled cries. She kisses me fiercely. There’s anger in her movements, in the way she grabs my arms almost painfully. I don’t know why she’s angry but through her kiss, I accept all her violent emotions. With my clothing shielding my skin from her cruel touch, she pushes Tinsae’s hand against my cock harder, making me wince. “Stroke him with more force,” she orders Tinsae. “Make him come, make him whine.” Tinsae hums in response. She doesn’t seem too pleased to take orders from Camilla. “Would you like that, dear?” she whispers in my ear. “I want to hear you say it.” \<<if $sub is true>> [[I can only nod in my delirious state.|malenod]] \<<else>> [["Just do it," I order her.|maleorder]] <</if>>\

I can only nod in my delirious state. The two bodies pressing against me, the smoke, the heat, the cold… Tinsae’s fingers curled around my cock. It’s all too much. “I will give you what you want, dear,” she whispers her promise. Her hot breath grazes my ear. Without another word, she starts stroking my cock with more force. Quicker and quicker. She knows what she’s doing. My breathing quickens with the rhythm of her masterful touch. I grasp Camilla’s shoulders when I feel myself nearing the cliff of pleasure. Camilla smiles at me. Hungrily, with her teeth bared. She wants to be the one to push me over, to see me fall. She grabs me in another violent, sloppy kiss. But this time, when I’m getting used to her rough touch, when I’m finding myself melting against her, when I’m gasping against her cruel lips, letting myself fall… She bites me. She thrusts me off the cliff mercilessly and I come, accompanied by the taste of blood in my mouth. I breathe heavily against Camilla’s content smile. I cling onto her even when I don’t have to, for Tinsae holds me in place, she wouldn’t let me fall. Camilla took a risk by biting me. The pain could’ve easily as well made me snap back to reality. It didn’t. And she’s happy to see it. She’s happy that she was the one to finish the job. [["Camilla!"]]

Ordering her is the only way to feel like I’m in control, even when I’m not. There are two bodies pressing tightly against me, the smoke, the heat, the cold… Tinsae’s fingers curled around my cock. It’s all too sweet. Tinsae scoffs, and her hot breath grazes my ear. Without another word, and seemingly obeying my command, she starts rubbing my clit with more force. Quicker and quicker. She knows what she’s doing. My breathing quickens with the rhythm of her masterful touch. I grasp Camilla’s shoulders when I feel myself nearing the cliff of pleasure. Camilla smiles at me. Hungrily, with her teeth bared. She wants to be the one to push me over, to see me fall. She grabs me in another violent, sloppy kiss. But this time, when I’m getting used to her rough touch, when I’m finding myself melting against her, when I’m gasping against her cruel lips, letting myself fall… She bites me. She thrusts me off the cliff mercilessly and I come, accompanied by the taste of blood in my mouth. I breathe heavily against Camilla’s content smile. I cling onto her even when I don’t have to, for Tinsae holds me in place, she wouldn’t let me fall. Camilla took a risk by biting me. The pain could’ve easily as well made me snap back to reality. It didn’t. And she’s happy to see it. She’s happy that she was the one to finish the job. [["Camilla!"]]

The two bodies pressing against me, the smoke, the heat, the cold… Tinsae’s fingers inside me. It’s all too much. “I will give you what you want, dear,” she whispers her promise. Her hot breath grazes my ear. Without another word, she starts rubbing my clit with more force. Quicker and quicker. She knows what she’s doing. My breathing quickens with the rhythm of her masterful touch. I grasp Camilla’s shoulders when I feel myself nearing the cliff of pleasure. Camilla smiles at me. Hungrily, with her teeth bared. She wants to be the one to push me over, to see me fall. She grabs me in another violent, sloppy kiss. But this time, when I’m getting used to her rough touch, when I’m finding myself melting against her, when I’m gasping against her cruel lips, letting myself fall… She bites me. She thrusts me off the cliff mercilessly and I come, accompanied by the taste of blood in my mouth. I breathe heavily against Camilla’s content smile. I cling onto her even when I don’t have to, for Tinsae holds me in place, she wouldn’t let me fall. Camilla took a risk by biting me. The pain could’ve easily as well made me snap back to reality. It didn’t. And she’s happy to see it. She’s happy that she was the one to finish the job. [["Camilla!"]]

Ordering her is the only way to feel like I’m in control, even when I’m not. There are two bodies pressing tightly against me, the smoke, the heat, the cold… Tinsae’s fingers inside me. It’s all too sweet. Tinsae scoffs, and her hot breath grazes my ear. Without another word, and seemingly obeying my command, she starts rubbing my clit with more force. Quicker and quicker. She knows what she’s doing. My breathing quickens with the rhythm of her masterful touch. I grasp Camilla’s shoulders when I feel myself nearing the cliff of pleasure. Camilla smiles at me. Hungrily, with her teeth bared. She wants to be the one to push me over, to see me fall. She grabs me in another violent, sloppy kiss. But this time, when I’m getting used to her rough touch, when I’m finding myself melting against her, when I’m gasping against her cruel lips, letting myself fall… She bites me. She thrusts me off the cliff mercilessly and I come, accompanied by the taste of blood in my mouth. I breathe heavily against Camilla’s content smile. I cling onto her even when I don’t have to, for Tinsae holds me in place, she wouldn’t let me fall. Camilla took a risk by biting me. The pain could’ve easily as well made me snap back to reality. It didn’t. And she’s happy to see it. She’s happy that she was the one to finish the job. [["Camilla!"]]

Tinsae’s voice is shocked and appalled when she sees me holding my bleeding lip. She yanks me away from Camilla’s grasp into her comfy embrace. The contrast between pleasure and pain, between Tinsae’s softness after Camilla’s roughness… All of it combines with the aftermath of my orgasm, creating a dizzying brew of sensations. All my woozy mind and my bleeding mouth can do is to hum in contentment when I press my head against Tinsae’s soft, pillowy bosom. My head is nested securely between her breasts. “I was caught in a moment,” Camilla defends herself. “We bite when we have consent to do so,” she scolds Camilla. Tinsae caresses my hair and her words sound angry. I can’t see her anger from my pillowy vantage point, but I can hear it. And, I can practically hear Camilla roll her eyes. Tinsae whispers against my hair, “Are you hurt, darling?” [["Yes, but I kind of liked it," I admit.]] [["I will have my revenge," I vow in silence.]] [["It hurt..." I whimper.]]

Tinsae bursts out laughing but tries to muffle it against my hair. “You fiend,” she scolds me. “I’m a degenerate, yes.” Another surge of muffled giggles tickles at my scalp. “Does it mean you don’t need to be there?” Stuffed safe between her chest, she means. “No, I’m perfectly fine just the way I am, thank you,” I say and nestle myself ever tighter against her, enjoying the shakes of laughter surging in her body. Camilla’s voice sounds almost pleased. “See, $he liked it. I knew $he was a freak.” “Stop it, both of you,” Tinsae says, laughter still brightening her voice. “I’m surrounded by degenerates.” “You like it,” Camilla claims, and Tinsae doesn’t protest against it. Finally, when I’m ready to depart from the bosom I wouldn’t mind spending an eternity to be squeezed against, Tinsae says, “I think we should leave. The fire is dying.” There’s tightness in her words, she doesn’t find the dead all that charming anymore. Camilla gives us a hesitant look. She doesn’t want to lead the group. “I’ll go first,” I offer. “You can be stuffed between us, dear,” Tinsae comforts Camilla with a sneaky smile. Camilla purses her lips, almost protests, but decides against it. “Fine, let’s go.”

Whether I’m serious or not, Tinsae nods against my hair. “She ought to be bitten in return.” “When she least expects it,” I confirm her sentencing, retreating from her bosom to see her gaze better for the plotting purposes. “What are you whispering about?” Camilla asks. “How you’re an evil witch,” I reply, half-joking. Camilla scoffs. “Ha! Nothing new, then.” “I should come up with a better insult,” I lament. “What about a frog?” Tinsae offers. “She dislikes them. Something about their unpredictable jumping makes her shriek in terror.” She chuckles almost evilly at some memory that probably involves frogs and Camilla. “Really?” Ammunition against her? I’ll take it. “Tinsae.” Camilla’s voice is mopey. “Shouldn’t you be on my side?” “No,” Tinsae replies with a smile. “Should we leave now? The fire is dying.” Camilla gives Tinsae and I an annoyed look. With a scoff, she starts walking towards the dark forest. But a moan of the dead makes her halt her step. She takes a hesitant look at us. “Well? Are you coming or not?” Tinsae and I exchange an amused glance. And judging by the angered scoff, Camilla saw it.

I squeeze Tinsae’s soft frame tighter and let out a pathetic little wail of pain. It makes Tinsae’s muslces tighten in anger against me. “You will not do that again,” she warns Camilla. It makes me smile against her soft chest. “$He’s faking it, I can hear it in $his voice.” “Camilla,” Tinsae warns her again. Camilla scoffs in anger and all the while Tinsae caresses my hair. I sigh happily, glad to be protected by the biting coldness and the sharp teeth of the outside world. Deeply cocooned in her embrace. Finally, when I’m ready to face the dying fire and the angry face of our companion, I retreat from the embrace, despite wanting to spend an eternity there. Tinsae gives me an affectionate smile before hardening her gaze when she looks at Camilla. Camilla gives Tinsae and I an annoyed look. With a scoff, she starts walking towards the dark forest. But a moan of the dead makes her halt her step. She takes a hesitant look at us. “Well? Are you coming or not?” Tinsae and I exchange an amused glance. And judging by the angered scoff, Camilla saw it.