My men called me many names, but when they wanted to screw with me, they called me The Killer.

It started as a joke during my first day at the academy, and it stuck until now. When I joined, I looked younger than my fifteen years, much younger, and the instructors thought it would be funny to give me a nickname that did not suit my appearance or timid behavior.

They did not think it funny after I killed my first sparring partner ten minutes later. Nobody knew it then, not even me, but behind my peaceful outer appearance hid a wild and unstable person.

The school council reprimanded me for being overzealous and made me marry the deceased sparring partner's sister. I wasn't happy about it, but there was nothing I could do. I listened to my superiors and married the girl I didn't know. They married us remotely, without either of us seeing each other.

"What you did was childish and irresponsible," they said. "It is your responsibility to take care of the only living member of his family. Half of everything you earn from now on goes to his sister, now, your wife."

I was fifteen years when that happened. I was proud and stupid.

Now, six years later, I still haven't seen my wife, my teachers beat the smugness out of me, and managed to teach me how to think like a soldier and not give in to my wild emotions. Most of the time, at least.

Today, I stood with my squad on the hill above the Vorik settlement looking at the two long ships slowly drifting into the sunset. They were heading south, toward our towns and settlements. The red sails with black stripes meant they were going on a gathering raid. The cocky bastards thought it amusing to announce their intent clearly. It was their way of telling us it was futile to run and fight.

"Well," I whispered to myself. "This time, we are ready for you." I didn't notice Joana standing close behind me. She was the squad's runner and an unofficial comfort girl. All of us, myself included, knew how it felt to fall asleep between her warm, firm thighs.

"We are more than ready," she said, quietly. "We are ending it tomorrow. We are making them part of our tribe."

I turned around slowly and looked into her eyes. Although she wasn't a soldier, she seemed eager as any other member of my squad to descend upon the sleepy town. There was such passion in her even I flinched when I looked directly at her.

"At the time such as this, I wish I was a man," she said. "Then, I could ride with you and spread my seed in the name of our tribe."

"You still can," I said carefully. She was the type of woman one did not want to make angry. She had no respect for her superiors. Her unusual behavior most likely developed during many nights she spent on her back spreading her legs for the officers and the soldiers alike. She treated everyone the same because we were all the same to her. Just another cock with legs she needed to satisfy before she could get some rest.

"Don't play games with me, Dran. Just because you can fuck me whenever you wish, it does not mean I won't stab you the next time you put your barely average cock inside me."

Shit, I thought. I wasn't even trying to, and I fucked it up. "I am not playing games," I said quickly. "The Vorik chief has a younger brother. If he lives through our attack, you can have him."

"And what am I supposed to do with him? Hmm?"

"You can spill his seed in the name of our tribe," I said smiling. "Not many women of the Borga clan can boast they fucked a prince, no matter how insignificant he is." I placed my hand on her shoulder, making her look into my blue eyes. "Maybe something sticks down there, and you'll have a prince bastard to boast about next spring." I could not hide my grin.

"Hmm? How old is he?" She asked, not looking angry anymore. At least not as much as before.

"Around thirty," I said, "if our spies are correct."

"He's seven years older than me. I don't think I want him anymore."

"What?" I asked, genuinely shocked. "You don't mind Old Green between your legs. How old is he anyhow?"

"Fifty-five."

"There you go. This guy is twenty years younger."

"That's different."

"How come?"

"You should ask Old Green."

"About what?"

"About how to properly fuck a woman, you imbecile!" She yelled, and a couple of curious heads turned our way. "You are the only one that leaves me feeling sore, and you don't have much to boast about down there. Next time you decide you want to fuck me, you better wait for me to get wet, or I'll fucking cut your balls off." She turned and stormed away, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Ten squads, just like mine positioned themselves throughout the hills above the unsuspecting town. The Vorik tribe plagued our ancestors for generations. Both my parents died in one of their raids. It was the reason I joined the academy and why I was here now.

If I survive the attack on the town, as the commander of the attacking force, I'll have the option of impregnating the Vorik's queen, and if I choose so, take her home with me.

I tried picturing myself returning home to the wife, I never saw, never even talked to, bringing with me a pregnant woman, a former queen at that. What a shit storm that would be.

I turned around and went in pursuit of Joana. I had an idea of how to boost the team's moral for the tomorrow's fight. I just wasn't sure if she would like it. As a matter of fact, I was sure she wouldn't, but that was the point. My favorite thing in the world was fucking with her, literally and figuratively.

I found her in the middle of our dimly lit camp, surrounded by the rest of the team. They had their eating bowls in hands, waiting patiently for their fill of the hot stew she prepared earlier today.

Not only was she a good lay, but she knew how to cook a proper meal. Usually, that wasn't something to boast about, but in the middle of the forest, with only meat, and no vegetables or spices to give the broth some flavor it was a miracle.

"So," I said and gave my bowl to Joana. "Do you guys have something planned for tonight?" Von and Sid looked at me with confused expressions while Green pretended he didn't hear me.

"What are you on about now?" Joana asked. I could sense she was still angry at me. She will only get angrier once she hears what I planned.

"I feel the boys need some mental relaxation before tomorrow's battle. Something that will make them think less about potentially dying."

"What did you have in mind?" She asked, but I could see she already knew in what direction I was going.

"We are going to play a game," I said, "a game where you run away, and we try to catch you."

"Dear God," she groaned. "How long did it take you to come up with such intelligent and complicated scheme. Days? Weeks?"

"Hold on," I mumbled. "It gets interesting. You are going to role-play a woman from Vorik tribe, and we," I stopped and smiled, "we are playing ourselves."

"I should have known your dirty mind would come up with something fucked up. I presume, once you catch me, I have to resist you?"

"Correct," I said, glad I didn't need to explain everything. "You have to make it look as authentic as possible. But, only If we catch you within an hour."

"What if you don't catch me within an hour?" She seemed tense suddenly.

Damn. I did not think about that. I figured there was no chance of us not catching her. "Then you get an early night's sleep, and, you don't have to wash our clothes on the march back."

"Well," she said calmly. "I'm off, then." She dropped her ladle and started running towards the evergreen forest. She disappeared almost soundlessly.

Von and Sid did not wait for my signal. They went after Joana and left me alone with Green. Too bad they'll never catch her without our help.

The old man slowly got up and walked up to me. He was the squad's sharpshooter and a smart-ass.

"You know, you fucked up, kid?"

"How come?"

"She is the squad's runner, Dran," he said slowly. Like he was talking to an idiot. "She can outrun a pack of wolves." He picked his bow and arrows and went in pursuit.

Shit. Why didn't I think of that? "I guess we'll have to cheat then," I said grinning and followed the old man.

I caught up with Green and the boys, and after some consideration, we decided to split up. Green noticed Joana was making a wide circle. She indented to lead us on a long and exhausting chase through the forest, and return to the camp all in one smooth move.

Clever, but not clever enough to fool the old man. The three of them turned around and went to set up an ambush near our camp, while I decided to continue the chase. Just in case we weren't right about our assumption.

"Just follow her footprints," Green said. "It's not difficult in this conditions."

He was right, as usual. The dry needles from the evergreen trees covered the forest floor, making it soft and impossible to stay unnoticed. Joana was making long, powerful strides, and if I intended to catch up with her before the boys finish with her, I needed to hurry. The hunt gave me enough time to drive away any negative thoughts about tomorrow, and plenty of time to think about her.

We met a year ago, and I am not ashamed to say, she is the first and only woman I slept with.

Back in the academy, listening to my friends talk about all the wenches they fucked on their free time was making me crazy. I had to fuck someone, and Joana was the easiest and closest target. Besides, being under my command, she could not turn me down.

"It took you long enough," she told me the day I came to her. "Let's see what you got."

Except for her gorgeous face, there wasn't much else she got going for her. In normal conditions, most men wouldn't take a second look at her, but out here, in the forest, where the closest thing to a vagina was a spit covered fist, her skinny frame, flat chest, and bony ass, seemed irresistible.

What she lacked in appearance, she made up in character. Unlike some women my friends talked about, she was wild outside and inside the bedroom.

She once told me. "Maybe I can't decide when you'll fuck me, but I can very well decide how you'll fuck me." I could hardly wait to show her just how wrong she is about that today.

I ran for at least half an hour when a familiar high-pitched scream stopped me in my tracks. It took me another five minutes and two more screams from Joana to find them.

Von, Sid, and Green had Joana backed against a tree. The only way she could escape them was if she ran through them. Something I didn't think she could do.

She looked battered somewhat, but still ready to fight. Her short brown hair a mess, her serious looking face smudged with dirt, her shirt tattered in places. She swayed slightly, and exposed her delicate bosom through her torn up shirt, making her even more attractive. I felt blood running through me.

The boys didn't look better. Von held his left side like he received a kick in the ribs. Sid had a bloody nose, and Green looked unscathed. The old bugger knew all the tricks it seemed.

They still haven't noticed me, and I decided not to interrupt the tense scene. The guys deserved their prize.