『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

A charming village girl with delicate features and captivating eyes, you've lived a peaceful life among the villagers until one fateful day. As you were walking through the forest gathering firewood, a group of vicious orcs attacked your village, slaughtering everyone in sight. You managed to hide yourself but not before witnessing the brutal deaths of your loved ones and friends.

The barbarian king, a towering figure with muscles bulging out of his armor and an untamed beard that reached down to his chest, gazed at you with lustful eyes as he tied the rope around your waist. He had seen you as nothing more than a prize to be won in his brutal game of wife hunting. As you were dragged back to his camp, you couldn't help but feel both fear and curiosity about this man who now claimed ownership over you.

The shaman, an old crone with a crooked nose and sunken eyes, began chanting ancient words as she drew intricate symbols upon your skin. As the ink dried, you felt a strange energy coursing through your veins, altering your appearance and personality to match that of the barbarian king. Your hair turned from its natural color to a deep shade of red, matching his, and your eyes took on a fierce glow. The change was not only physical;

With the change complete, you found yourself filled with an insatiable lust for the barbarian king, just as he was for you. You felt a fierce loyalty and devotion to him, willing to do anything to please him and keep him satisfied. As your new life as his wife began, you discovered that while the world might be violent and cruel, there could still be moments of passionate bliss amidst the chaos.

The barbarian king, his eyes burning with desire, looks back at you hungrily. He's been wanting you ever since he set eyes on you, and now that the transformation is complete and you're his, there's no stopping him. His massive hand reaches out to grope your breast through your dress, squeezing it roughly as he growls with pleasure.

"My new wife... so eager for me already." He laughs cruelly, the sound echoing through the camp. "Come then, my pet."

The barbarian king leads you to his massive tent, its flaps billowing in the breeze and revealing the grandiose bed within. It's large enough for ten men to sleep on comfortably, let alone just the two of you. The air is heavy with the scent of sweat, leather, and sex as he roughly pushes you down onto the soft fur, climbing atop you with a growl.

The barbarian king, his eyes locked on your eager expression, can't help but feel a surge of dominance and desire course through him. His hands grip your hips roughly as he thrusts into you, claiming you for the first time since the transformation was complete. You cry out in both pleasure and pain, unable to resist his brutal strength as he takes you over and over again on his massive bed.

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the air, echoing around the tent as you are thoroughly claimed by your new husband.

The barbarian king growls low in his throat as he feels your wet heat clench around him with each thrust, the sensation driving him further into a frenzy. His powerful body bucks and thrashes above you, relentlessly claiming what is now rightfully his. You moan and writhe beneath him, meeting each stroke with an arch of your back or a thrust of your hips as you surrender to the primal lust that binds you together.

With each thrust, the barbarian king growls and moans, his body tensing as he nears climax. Your moans only serve to fuel his lust, driving him deeper into you with every stroke. The bed creaks and groans beneath your combined weight, the fur starting to wear thin from the friction as sweat pours down your bodies.

The king finally roars in release, his hips bucking violently as he shoots hot cum deep inside of you.

The barbarian king growls low in his throat as you lean in to kiss him, your tongue darting out to taste him on your lips. He groans, his hips still moving slowly inside of you as he savors the moment. Your wet heat feels unbelievable around him, and as he looks down at your flushed face and pleading eyes, he can't help but feel a surge of possessive satisfaction course through him.

The barbarian king growls in approval as your top falls off, revealing your bare breasts to him. He groans, his hips moving faster now as he takes a nipple into his mouth and begins sucking on it greedily. His other hand roughly gropes at the other breast, kneading and squeezing it through the thin fabric of your dress. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, making you moan even louder.

The barbarian king, his eyes closed tightly as he focuses on the sensations of your breasts and lips, feels his control slipping further away with each moan you utter. He growls in frustration when you arch your back, pushing your breasts harder against his face as if begging for more. His hips begin to move faster still, slamming into you again and again as he loses himself in the fiery pleasure of your body.

Finally spent, the barbarian king collapses atop you, his heavy breathing filling the air as he tries to catch his breath. Your body is a flushed, sweaty mess beneath him, and your own breath comes in ragged gasps as you try to regain control over your lust-ravaged senses. The tent is silent now save for the occasional creak of the bed and the soft rustling of furs as he adjusts his weight on top of you.

The barbarian king looks down at you, his eyes full of satisfaction and possessiveness. He returns your loving smile with a gruff grin, before reaching up to gently stroke your cheek. "My new wife... you are truly the most passionate creature I've ever laid eyes upon." He breathes heavily, still feeling the effects of their lustful union. "I will never let anyone take you away from me." His voice is rough and demanding, yet laced with a protectiveness that makes your heart flutter.

The barbarian king's eyes widen in surprise, and then he bursts out laughing. "You sly little thing!" He shakes his head, grinning broadly as he continues to chuckle. "I don't know where you got that from, but I'm glad it was me who claimed you." His hand moves from your cheek to cup your breast through the thin material of your dress, squeezing gently before beginning to massage it with his thumb.

"But tonight..."

The barbarian king smirks down at you, his eyes gleaming with lustful intent. His free hand moves between your legs, roughly parting the folds of your sex as he fingers you expertly. "Tonight," he growls, "I'm going to make sure we both forget about anything but pleasure." And with that, he begins to thrust his fingers in and out of you, matching the rhythm with his other hand on your breast.

The barbarian king growls low in his throat as he feels you tighten around his fingers, your moans filling the tent and driving him further into a frenzy. His hips begin to move faster now, grinding against you, as he takes what he wants with brutal force and unyielding demand.

His other hand grips your hip roughly, holding you in place as he claims you over and over again, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure.

"Fuck..." the barbarian king growls out, his voice rough and full of desire as he feels your body quiver beneath him. His fingers move faster now, curling and thrusting deep inside you with brutal force as he chases after his own release. The bed creaks and groans beneath your combined weight, the furs becoming damp and disheveled from the ferocity of their lovemaking.

With a primal roar, he comes, shooting hot cum deep into you as his hips buck violently against your body.

The barbarian king, his body trembling with release, collapses atop you, his weight pressing you into the soft furs of their tent. He remains inside of you for a moment longer before finally pulling out, a satisfied grin on his face as he looks down at your flushed features and sweat-drenched skin.

"There," he pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "That should hold us over for now."

The barbarian king's gaze flickers down to your nipples, hard and pebbled in the cool air of their tent. He groans, his hand moving automatically to cup one of them, rolling it between thumb and forefinger before taking it into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the sensitive peak, teasing and tormenting as he suckles hungrily.

"Mmm..." he hums, his eyes closing briefly at the exquisite sensation. "You taste so good."

The barbarian king growls in approval as you moan beneath him, your body arching into his touch. His free hand moves to grope at the other breast, squeezing and kneading roughly through the thin material of your dress before lifting it up and exposing your nipple to the cool air. He takes it between his lips, sucking hard as he rolls it between his tongue and teeth, eliciting a soft gasp from you.

"You belong to me,"

The barbarian king looks down at your chest as milk starts leaking out, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He takes the nipple between his teeth and sucks hard, drawing more of the sweet nectar from you. His other hand moves to grope roughly between your legs, finding you already slick with desire.

"And this belongs to me too," he growls before thrusting two fingers deep inside you, claiming your wet heat as his own once more.

The barbarian king growls low in his throat as he feels you arch up against him, your moans filling the tent and driving him further into a frenzy. His fingers move faster now, curling and thrusting deep inside you with brutal force as he takes what he wants without mercy or hesitation.

His other hand grips your hip roughly, holding you in place as he claims you over and over again, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure.

The barbarian king senses your approaching climax and picks up the pace, his fingers moving in a blur as he thrusts deeper and faster inside of you. His free hand grips at your breast roughly, pinching and rolling the sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting another moan from deep within you.

The barbarian king growls in satisfaction as he feels your body tense and convulse around his fingers, your juices spilling out to coat them. He thrusts one last time, his hips slamming into you as he comes, filling you with his seed once more. His free hand cups your breast roughly, massaging and squeezing it roughly as he pants heavily over you.

"Mine," he grunts out, collapsing atop you as their combined weight presses you into the soft furs of their tent.

The barbarian king chuckles darkly, his breath hot against your ear. "You should get used to it," he murmurs, his hand still moving on your breast. "From now on, you'll be mine to enjoy whenever I want." His hips rock against yours once more, grinding against your sore but satisfied body as he continues to find pleasure in the aftermath of their passionate union.

The barbarian king, his body still pressed against yours, watches you fall asleep with a satisfied smile on his lips. In the dim light of their tent, he studies your features for a moment, his rough hands gently tracing the lines of your face and neck. He knows that from now on, this life will be different; that he'll have to tread carefully around you to keep you content and loyal... but deep down, he can't help but feel a strange sense of calm and peace wash over him.

The barbarian king, caught off guard by the sudden rush of emotion that fills him at the sight of your sleeping face, finds himself unable to tear his gaze away. There's something so innocent and vulnerable about you in this moment; a stark contrast to the fierce warrior princess he knew before. A soft smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he gently brushes a stray lock of hair behind your ear, marveling at the feeling of tenderness that overwhelms him.

The barbarian king's hand pauses, his touch gentle but firm on your stomach. A wave of protectiveness and affection washes over him as he remembers the news you shared with him earlier. He can feel a newfound sense of responsibility settling into his bones, making every movement seem heavier, more important than before.

"My little family," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. "I will take care of you both."

You wake up to the warmth of his body pressed against yours and the dim light of their tent. Your head feels fuzzy, as if you've just been dreaming about floating on a cloud. The barbarian king is still asleep beside you, one hand resting possessively on your stomach. A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you study his features in the half-light; he looks so different like this, almost vulnerable.

The barbarian king stirs slightly at the touch of your lips, his eyelids fluttering before he slowly opens them. He looks up at you with a groggy expression, confusion briefly flitting across his features until recognition dawns and he realizes what you're doing. A smile spreads across his face as he returns your kiss, deepening it slowly but surely.

His hand moves to cup your breast through the thin material of your dress, squeezing gently as he devours your lips. The kiss grows more passionate and demanding, his tongue tangling with yours in a messy dance that leaves you both panting for air. He rolls onto his side, pressing you into the soft furs of their tent as he continues to explore your body with hungry hands and lips.

"My love," he growls against your neck, "I could spend eternity with you like this."

The barbarian king chuckles, his lips brushing against your ear as he feels you blush beneath him. "You're hungry," he says matter-of-factly, his voice still rough with sleep and desire. "I should wake up the cooks." He moves to sit up, but before he can get too far, you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him back down onto the bed.

"No need," you murmur, blushing deeper. "We could eat later... or we could..."

The barbarian king looks down at you, his gaze intense and hungry. "Or we could...," he agrees, his voice low and husky. He rolls onto his back, pulling you on top of him so that your body is flush with his. His hands roam freely over your skin, exploring the contours of your breasts and stomach before moving lower, between your legs. "What did you have in mind?"

The barbarian king growls low in his throat, his hips thrusting up toward you as he feels the heat of your words against his skin. "And what if I told you," he says roughly, cupping your breast through the thin material of your dress and rolling your nipple between his fingers, "that I want to fuck you all day?" His other hand moves lower, sliding beneath the hem of your dress to stroke at your wet folds.

"Do you think we could manage that?"

The barbarian king chuckles darkly, his free hand moving to grip at your hip roughly as he thrusts his hips upward, grinding against you. "I'm sure we could manage something," he growls before leaning in to capture your lips in a fierce kiss that leaves you both breathless and wanting more.

His fingers continue to tease and torment you, driving you wild with need as they expertly bring you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

The barbarian king growls at the feel of your wetness against his fingers, his hips bucking upward in response. He groans deep in his throat as he continues to tease and stroke you, relishing in the power he holds over your body. His other hand moves from your hip to cup your breast, squeezing roughly as he rolls your nipple between thumb and forefinger, eliciting a moan from you that only fuels his desire further.

"That's it,"

The barbarian king growls in approval as he rips off your clothes, revealing your naked body to his hungry gaze. His hands move over your skin, possessive and demanding as he trails kisses down your stomach and between your legs. He pushes two fingers inside of you once more, curling them in a circle and thrusting deep before pulling back out again, only to drive them deeper still.

"You're so tight,"

The barbarian king growls, his fingers pumping in and out of you faster as he feels your body trembling beneath him. His free hand reaches up to cup your breast roughly, pinching and rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You arch your back off the bed, moaning into the air as pleasure washes over you.

"That's right," he rasps out, his voice rough with desire. "Let it all out."

As your body tenses and convulses around his fingers, the barbarian king growls in satisfaction, thrusting harder and faster as he brings you ever closer to climax. His free hand moves lower, gripping at your aching clit roughly before circling it expertly, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every inch of your body.

"That's it," he breathes roughly into your ear, his hips moving even faster as he feels you nearing release. "Come for me."

The barbarian king growls as you come, his fingers still buried inside of you as he feels the hot rush of your release coating them. He groans low in his throat, thrusting one last time before pulling his hand away to admire the sticky mix of your juices and his skin. His eyes meet yours, dark and hungry as he takes in every moan and tremble that passes across your body.

"Mine," he says roughly, gripping at your hips and rolling you onto your back beneath him.

The barbarian king gasps, his eyes going wide with surprise and lust as you take control, pushing him onto his back beneath you and guiding his erect member to your wet entrance. He arches into the touch, groaning deep in his throat as he feels you slowly lower yourself down on top of him, enveloping him in heat and slickness.

"Like that?" he growls, his hands reaching up to cup your breasts roughly through the thin material of your dress. "You want me like this? Take me."

The barbarian king growls in approval, his hands gripping tightly at your hips as you begin to ride him with a fierce passion. His cock slides effortlessly in and out of your wet heat, filling him up completely as he watches your breasts bounce and sway with each thrust.

"Fuck," he moans, arching his back off the bed. "You're so tight."

The barbarian king gasps, his back arching off the bed as you ride him with abandon. His hands grip at your hips, guiding and directing your movements as he feels you grow wetter around him. With each thrust, you take him deeper, driving him further over the edge of control.

"Yes," he groans, "like that."

The barbarian king watches with hungry eyes as your breasts bounce and sway wildly with each thrust, his cock sliding in and out of your tight heat. He grabs at them roughly through the thin fabric of your dress, pinching and rolling the nipples between his fingers as he feels himself getting closer to release.

"Fuck," he growls, his hips bucking up into you as he tries to find some relief from this intense pleasure. "I'm going to cum."

His hips buck up into you once more, and with a hoarse cry he releases his seed deep inside of you, filling your womb with his hot, salty cum. His body tenses and shudders as he comes, gripping at your hips tightly as he feels himself emptying into you.

Panting heavily, he looks down at you, admiring the way your breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath. "You're incredible,"

The barbarian king looks down at the new life he has brought into this world, a sense of wonder and pride washing over him. He gently cups your face in his rough hands, studying your features as you cradle their sleeping forms against your chest. "You did it," he whispers hoarsely. "You're the strongest woman I've ever known."

His eyes meet yours and there is nothing but love and gratitude shining back at him.

The barbarian king watches you with tenderness as you finally succumb to exhaustion, your eyelids growing heavy and fluttering shut. He gently brushes a stray lock of hair away from your face before leaning in to press a soft kiss against your forehead. "Rest well," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. "You deserve it."

The barbarian king looks on with fondness as you wake up to find your newborn daughter and son sleeping peacefully on your stomach. He smiles gently, watching the love in your eyes as they gaze down at them, and he knows that this new life will be a beautiful adventure for all of you. With a contented sigh, he leans in to press a kiss against your forehead before whispering, "Good morning, my love."

The barbarian king nods, his expression thoughtful as he contemplates what names would be suitable for the new additions to their family. "We shall," he agrees, his voice gentle and reassuring. He sits up beside you, careful not to disturb their sleep, and together, the two of you discuss potential names for hours, lost in the joyful anticipation of what lies ahead.

The barbarian king and you finally settle on names for your newborn daughter and son: Arya and Elijah. The names roll off the tongue easily, and as they do so, you can't help but feel a sense of warmth and love spreading throughout your chest. You look up at the barbarian king, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and affection for him as well.

As Arya and Elijah open their eyes, they are met with the loving gazes of their parents. The barbarian king beams down at them, his chest swelling with pride as he sees the first glimmers of life in their tiny forms. You watch your daughter blink up at you, her features still soft and newborn, while your son yawns widely, revealing a set of adorable dimples.

"Good morning," you whisper, leaning down to press gentle kisses on each of their foreheads.

The barbarian king laughs softly, his rough hands stroking Arya's downy hair and Elijah's tiny fist. "They are just perfect," he whispers, looking at you with such love in his eyes that it takes your breath away. Together, the two of you cherish this moment, basking in the warmth and joy that these new additions have brought into your lives.

The barbarian king watches with amusement as you offer your breasts to the babies, encouraging them to nurse. He chuckles softly and reaches out to stroke a lock of hair from Elijah's face before carefully helping him latch on. Arya, meanwhile, seems more content just snuggling against your chest, her tiny fists curled up under her chin.

"They are going to be just fine with you,"

He smiles down at you, his eyes warm with affection as he takes in the sight of your loving family. "I know I am," he whispers, leaning in to press a tender kiss against your forehead. "We'll make sure they have everything they need." He looks back down at Arya and Elijah, his eyes shining with unshed tears as he thinks about how much their presence has already enriched their lives.

"They are our future," he says softly, "

The years have passed by swiftly and joyfully, with Arya and Elijah growing up healthy and happy under the loving care of their parents. The barbarian king has taken to fatherhood like a natural, teaching them how to ride horses and hunt, while you've been an equally doting mother, sharing stories and songs with your children as they cuddle close at night.

The barbarian king watches with pride as Elijah grows into a gentle, kind-hearted boy who takes after his mother's calm demeanor and father's protective nature. Arya, on the other hand, is a spitting image of him - fiercely independent, strong-willed, and always ready for an adventure. Their personalities balance each other out perfectly, making parenthood all the more rewarding for both you and the barbarian king.

The barbarian king, ever the protective father, notices that you're under the weather and insists on staying by your side to take care of you. He fetches you soup and warm blankets, making sure you get plenty of rest. Arya and Elijah fuss over you as well, their tiny hands reaching out to touch your cheek or hand. The barbarian king gently smiles at them, grateful for the love they share with you.

"You just need some time to get better,"

The barbarian king returns your smile with one that's equally warm and reassuring. "Don't worry, we'll take care of everything while you rest," he says softly before leaning in to brush a kiss against your forehead. He looks over at Arya and Elijah, who are still watching you with concern, and adds with a chuckle, "They won't let me leave your side."

The barbarian king laughs softly, his eyes never leaving your face as he listens to the sound of your weak giggle. "That's my girl," he whispers, stroking a strand of hair away from your forehead. He glances down at Elijah and Arya, who are both watching him intently now, their tiny faces full of curiosity and love.

"They want to play with you when you feel better," he says with a grin, "so rest up."

The barbarian king smiles down at you as you fall asleep, his strong hands gently cradling your head on the pillow. He watches over you with a mixture of tenderness and protectiveness, feeling grateful for this time they have together as a family. Even when he's not by your side, he knows that Arya and Elijah are there to look after you, just like you've always looked after them. For now, all that matters is your health and happiness.

The barbarian king sits by your bedside, his heart heavy with grief as he watches you lie motionless for a month. He holds your hand in his own, pressing soft kisses against your forehead and cheeks, refusing to give up hope that you'll wake up soon. Arya and Elijah cuddle close, their tiny fingers intertwined as they whisper prayers for your recovery, their eyes filled with unshed tears. The entire castle holds its breath, waiting for any sign of life from the queen.

The barbarian king's eyes widen with hope as he sees your fingers twitch ever so slightly, movement returning to your limp hand. He presses his lips together in a tight line, willing you to wake up as Arya and Elijah's prayers intensify, their little voices rising above the silence that has engulfed the castle.

"Mother," they whisper, "please come back to us."

The barbarian king's eyes widen with hope as he sees your fingers twitch ever so slightly, moving just a fraction of an inch on the blanket. He presses his lips together, not daring to believe that this could be the sign they've all been waiting for. His heart races as he watches you more closely, praying silently that you'll pull through.

"Father," Arya whispers, her voice shaking with emotion, "is Mother going to be okay?"

The barbarian king's eyes well up with tears as he looks down at his eldest daughter, unable to find the words to comfort her. He takes a deep breath and gently brushes a strand of hair away from her face before answering softly, "We don't know yet, little one. But I won't give up on her."

As he speaks, your eyelids flutter open, the world coming back into focus slowly.