The Warrior Queen (An Erotic Novel)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

48 A.D

We were under attack by the Marwol clan from across the lake. It was crop season and my clan's biggest rivals were out to pillage what they could.

They had already set fire to three of our huts. Orange flames licked at the thatch roofs, causing devastation and destruction to our tribe as the fire encompassed our homes.

Marwols were charging around with spears and swords, hacking and stabbing whoever dared to stand against them.

But we were fierce. We would defend to the death if that's what it took. That's how we were born and raised, and that's how we would die.

I saw an enemy charge towards me from the corner of my eye, holding a sword above his head - his aim to split my skull in two. I turned at the last minute, wielding my trusty sword as I blocked his attack and quickly thrust my blade satisfyingly into his stomach. I pulled it out and he fell to his knees, clutching his wound to no avail. Blood flowed like treacle from his stomach and mouth.

I didn't have time to stand and watch. My uncle was tackling two enemies at once to my left.

I pulled a metal spear out of a dead enemy body on the floor and used all my strength to throw it like a javelin at one of my uncle's attackers. It sunk into his back easily and he dropped to the floor, writhing in pain.

My uncle used the distraction and quickly finished off the remaining attacker with a swift lash to the stomach, cutting him open.

We made eye contact for a brief second and he winked at me in thanks, before going separate ways again.

I opened my mouth and screamed our war cry, as this time I charged towards an enemy with a spear held tightly in front of me, thrusting it into a fellow warrioress. It pierced through one side of her and out the other. She dropped her weapon and looked into my eyes helplessly, the life slowly draining out of hers. I put my foot on her hip and levered the spear out of her, letting her fall to the floor.

I looked around me for a moment, at the chaos that had been caused to our settlement.

Dead bodies from both clans lay in a sticky, bloody mess on the ground.

Most of the enemies now had either been killed or had retreated back to their own settlement in surrender.

Their clan had been defeated in a pointless battle, and it wasn't the first time, or the last time.

A silly feud between two clans that had been going on for decades would once again capture the lives of dozens of tribesmen and women.

We would be better off working together and pooling our resources, especially since news was out that the Romans had begun invading areas of Britannia and slaying anyone who stood in their way.

The Marwols were good builders and good sword smiths. My clan, the Filain, were known for our brilliant crops and farming. But we were both were raised to wield a sword first and foremost and if we fought together, instead of against each other, perhaps we would have a better chance of defending our region against bigger enemies.

But that wasn't for me to decide. That was for the leaders.

I let out a big breath as my tribe began roaring their victory cry, looking down at my blood-stained clothing.

"Muddugoliaeth! Muddugoliaeth! Muddugoliaeth!" Everybody shouted in unison, holding up bloodied weapons and severed heads to show our victory.

The sun was just beginning to rise up over the hills, streaking the brightening sky with red, just as the floor was streaked with red where we stood.

Bad weather was brewing up in the heavens.

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