Men are savage creatures. Or so Kira has learned, being raised in an all-female society. Little does she know that even though she has no interest in men, one man in particular has an interest in her.
Therik is the lord of the warlike race of barbarians. He knows of a prophesy concerning a woman with red hair and golden eyes, a woman he vows to bed.
Though she feels pleasure at his touch, Kira is determined to resist the barbarian lord. But even she cannot resist the magical silver and garnet collar he places around her neck. Now as he claims her body and soul she has to wonder if the collar is truly responsible or if she herself is to blame for her willing submission.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Willing Submission by Evangeline Anderson
"There is a prophesy written by the scribes of yesteryear that one would come--a priestess from the mountaintop who was born in the first month of the year in the winter snows. One who has hair as red as blood and eyes as golden as the sunset." He leaned down to look into Kira's eyes. "You have the eyes and the hair, my lady. Were you also born in the snows of winter?"
Kira was too proud to lie and besides, she had the strangest feeling that the man with the cold gray eyes would know if she wasn't telling the truth. She swallowed hard and nodded.
"I was indeed born this first month of the year. My mother was out gathering bark for an infusion when her labor pains struck. So quickly did they come upon her that I was born there in the snowy forest before she could return to our city." Kira frowned. "When your men captured me I was on my way to our temple for my yearly conception ceremony on this, my twentieth and second birthday, which is the year after my coming of age. But I don't see why my birth month or the color of my eyes and hair should have special significance to you or your people."
"You have great significance indeed," the man with gray eyes told her gravely. "The prophesy foretells that when such a woman appears she must be joined to the leader of our people. Only then will the rift between our nations be healed."
"There is no rift," Kira scoffed, lifting her chin. "Or none that the servants of the one true goddess wish to be healed, at any rate. We stay far from your benighted lands lest you infect us with your ignorance. We are perfectly happy living as we are and have no need of any of your worthless, headstrong men among us. So you can tell your leader, whoever the idiot is, that I want none of him."
The man's frown deepened and he made an elaborate bow. "I am the leader of my people, proud little priestess. You may call me Therik. And I am afraid you have no choice in the matter. For join we must and will." He leaned down and cupped her chin gently in one calloused palm, his gray eyes holding hers. "Do you begin to understand what I mean?"
Kira shivered at his touch and felt her nipples tighten in fear beneath her thin gown. She understood his meaning, all right. He meant to have her between her legs--meant to plunder her hidden treasures and force his thick cock into her tender cunt. She had heard tales from other priestesses who had been captured before, stories of how they were forced to endure being spread open and fucked until the men who had captured them had their fill. Indeed, it had happened to her best friend Senna not once but three times and each time she had come back from the encounter, her pussy ravaged and dripping with cum from the strange men who had caught her unawares in the forest.
What had happened to her friend was a fate too horrible to be imagined and yet Kira couldn't help picturing it in her mind, couldn't help imagining herself pinned beneath this man's muscular bulk with his cock buried deep in her pussy. Would he ride her hard until he filled her cunt with his cum? Or would he be gentle, as Senna had claimed the barbarian men sometimes were, and try to prolong the experience?
"Well?" His voice, soft but forceful, interrupted her frightening fantasy. He was nothing like the tame males of the village she was used to, this Therik. He was powerful and frightening and staring into his eyes as he spoke to her in that deep, quiet voice seemed to do strange things to her insides. But despite her trembling nerves, Kira refused to look away.
"I understand you perfectly. But I...I do not fear you," she told him, willing her voice not to tremble too much.
For the first time a smile spread over his face, making his hawklike features almost handsome. "Of course you do, little priestess. But there is no need for you to. I swear to you now that every touch, every kiss, every caress between us will be nothing but pleasure."