Fighting, Honour and Valhalla || Vikings x The Originals x TVD

Viking and The Witcher: Year 3

The desert was endless. Sand stretched in every direction, rolling dunes shaped by the wind. The air was dry, carrying dust and the distant scent of animals. The sky above was clear, no shade to be found in the sun. The only break in the emptiness was an oasis where a desert caravan had stopped. The camp sprawled across the sand, a temporary home for men who lived on the move. Dozens of tents stood in uneven rows, their fabric shifting slightly with the desert wind. The largest tents, belonging to the highest-ranking men, sat closest to the water, their entrances open to let in the cool air. Closer to the outskirts, the lesser tents were packed tightly, where the lower-ranked warriors and servants stayed.

Fires flickered as men cooked food and boiled water. Around them, men sat cross-legged, eating from wooden bowls, speaking in low voices. Others moved between the tents, checking weapons, adjusting saddles, tending to the animals. Camels, tied off in groups, grunted occasionally, their long necks swaying as they chewed. Horses stood alert, ears flicking at every noise, their breaths visible in the chill of the desert night.

The sun was high, casting harsh shadows over the camp as the raiders lounged, surrounded by the spoils of their latest raid. Gold and trinkets were strewn about, but their real interest lay with the women they'd taken from the captured caravan, now scattered among the tents. Juma, his face a map of scars, drank heavily from a bottle, his eyes roaming over the chaos with a predatory glint. "Look at these whores," he barked. "They'll serve us well or be sold off."

Kofi had a woman pinned to the ground, her clothes in tatters, her body exposed to the brutal sunlight. He was already on her, his rough hands squeezing her breasts, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Think you're too good for this?" he growled, his breath hot on her face. "You're just meat to us."

She screamed, "My husband—"

"Will be dead by now," Kofi interrupted, his hand forcing its way between her legs, his fingers pushing inside her brutally. She screamed louder, but he only laughed, "Your screams mean nothing here."

From another tent, a woman's cries were cut off by a harsh command, "Shut your fucking mouth or I'll make you choke on it," followed by the sound of gagging.

In another corner, a group had cornered a woman, her eyes wide with terror. Tamba pulled her head back by her hair, his grip harsh. "Look at her shake," he said, his voice thick with cruelty. "Let's see how much she can take."

Her clothes were ripped away, leaving her naked and vulnerable. Hands were all over her, squeezing, probing. "No, stop!" she pleaded, but it was ignored. Tamba forced his fingers into her mouth, gagging her while others held her down, their hands roaming over her body, touching and violating every part of her.

Another woman was dragged into the open, her attempts to cover herself futile. Bako grabbed her, forcing her arms above her head, spreading her legs wide. "Check this one out," he sneered, his fingers digging into her, making her cry out in pain. "She's been waiting for me."

She struggled, her body twisting, but it only seemed to encourage them. "Fight all you want," Bako growled, his actions brutal, his fingers and then his entire hand forcing its way inside her, causing her to scream in agony.

Men moved from woman to woman, some taking turns, others claiming one for themselves. The gold was ignored as they focused on their bodily pleasures.

Juma's laughter rang out, mingling with the cries of pain. "This is how we celebrate," he roared, his voice full of dark glee.

In another part of the camp, a woman was held down by multiple men, her cries for mercy ignored. One raider, named Farai, knelt between her legs, his actions ruthless as he entered her violently, her screams only spurring him on. "You'll learn to like it," he hissed, his movements hard and painful. Another raider, Zuberi, had a woman bent over, his hand around her throat, pulling her head back as he took her from behind, his thrusts harsh and without mercy. "Feel that?" he taunted, his voice full of malice. "That's a real man, I doubt you've ever felt one before."