The wildling village was not difficult to find, even in the darkness. Two hours of walking later and he came upon the place where torches were flamed high, and drummers beat skin-covered rounds to great effect amidst whooping cries and animal grunts. William crept up carefully, but he need not have worried about being spotted. The wildlings were gathered around a bonfire in the center of the village—and completely distracted by the orgy in which they were all partaking.
Naked bodies writhed as men plunged their cocks into the willing bodies of nubile women. It was like watching a rainbow copulate, there were so many bright variations of hair and eye color, greens and reds and blues and everything in between. Not a scrap of clothing was in evidence. Great flagons of liquid lay about the place, slung occasionally into the mouths of men and women who had finished their carnal embraces. After replenishing their liquids, they found new partners and began coupling all over again.
To his great relief, he did not see Sarah amongst the women. There were eight women taking part in the ceremonies, and at least twice that many men. Each of the women seemed not only willing to service two or more men, but eager to take as many as possible. William watched astonished as one nubile woman took a position on her hands and knees, straddling a man lying down. She lowered herself down on his cock, then another man came up behind her and pressed himself into her bottom hole, whilst a third took a position at her head. She was soon filled with three men, all using her for their sexual gratification. There was an animal urgency in the way their sweating, heaving bodies ground against one another, each man taking what he wanted with fast, hard thrusts.
Across the clearing, another woman had her hands against a tree, her breasts bouncing as an ardent lover fucked her roughly from behind. One hand was clamped on her hip, the other around the back of her neck as he slid into her to the very hilt. He shot his load and moved away after slapping her bottom, making way for another man who slid his cock right into her and started rutting away with impunity.
Sarah's location remained a mystery, but given how distracted the wild ones seemed to be William thought it was a good opportunity to sneak in and find her. The village was comprised of several huts. Some of them were obviously family dwellings; the largest dwelling at the rear of the village was probably where the chief lived. There were also several smaller houses, more sturdily built and perhaps more likely to contain a prisoner.
He began shifting through the shadows, looking for any signs of a struggle which would indicate where Sarah had been taken, but before he could investigate properly, the intensity of the drums increased, thudding percussion rising to a tense crescendo, broken when they suddenly stopped and silence flooded the village.
“Bring the sacrifice!”
A hut door swung open. Sarah was hauled out between two strong men, both of whom looked worse for wear having been in her company. There was not a mark on her as far as William could tell. He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized she was still fully clothed in leggings and tunic. No real harm seemed to have befallen her.
“Strip her!”
The two men holding Sarah hesitated. William knew that hesitation, it was the mind questioning the body's ability to handle the woman without being seriously harmed. They were right to worry, less than a second later Sarah bit the wild man to her right, her sharp teeth flashing dangerously as she drew blood.
There was a gasp of surprise, mainly from the wildling women. Even amongst her own kind, Sarah was something of a misfit. William felt his affection for her growing all the more as she bit down again, inflicting a second wound. It was time to intervene.
“Unhand her!” He strode into the clearing, stone axe held high in blatant threat.
The wild tribe reacted almost as one organism. The women fled to the back of the group and the men clustered close. Sarah bit her captors with even more fury. They seemed happy to release her, almost as happy as she was to run to him.
He caught her in his arms and held her close, looking over her head at the men. None seemed pleased by the intrusion.
“We will leave now,” William announced. “And you will leave us in peace.”
“That woman is ours!” A man who seemed to be the leader, judging by his erect, painted penis. They were all painted, but he was the most painted. He was also the one who looked as though he might seriously try to take Sarah back.
“This woman is mine,” William replied, speaking as they did. “I claimed her long ago.”