Barbarian Box Set: Barbarians of Zandipor Books One, Two and Three(11)

The mighty Turic lands with a splash and slides the bone dagger out of his boot as he swims back up to the surface. The trunelas move fast under water and Turic will need to be quick with the knife if he is to survive.

The current is strong and angry and Turic needs both hands to stay afloat. Turic clenches his teeth down onto his dagger and swims as fast as he can to the edge.

Turic just hopes he can make it in time. There hasn’t been a Sandroka in the village since the great curse wiped them all out. Turic was barely a Drandroka back then. He was just about to embark on his Great Walk when it hit.

It’s been a long time but Turic doesn’t remember the Sandroka looking so strange. So, pink.

The waterfall brings the powerful Turic over its edge and he tucks into a straight line with his strong hands by his sides and his legs held together.

The fall is long and all Turic can think of is the Sandroka at the bottom. He only saw her for an instant but her head was tiny. She looked so delicate. Turic just hopes she survived the fall.

The mighty Turic bites down on his bone dagger as he slams into the water feet first and keeps going down until the water is cool and his head beats like Athrum’s drum.

Immediately, Turic swims up, feeling around for the missing Sandroka. His powerful hands hit nothing but water.

Turic’s head pops out of the water at the base of the waterfall where the current is not as intense. He can’t find her and he is thinking that all is lost when he sees a pink body floating away.

Turic is over there at the speed of a wicker’s strike, grabbing her tiny body and turning her over. “Krakalore,” he gasps in surprise. It’s not a Sandroka, but at the same time, it is.

Turic drops her, afraid that she has been taken by some evil curse, but he thinks twice as she begins to float away.

A tall yellow fin circles ahead and the mighty Turic hurries to get her, pulling her back towards the waterfall. Turic tosses her pink sleeping body over his shoulder as he swims around the falling water, never taking his eyes off of the trunella. Its yellow fin is standing straight up. That means it’s hungry.

He’s going to have to find something else to eat because this little one is mine.

Turic slips his bone dagger back into his boot after he pulls the strange Sandroka out of the cruel Taharia and onto the rocks behind the falls. There’s a little cave behind there. Athrum showed it to Turic once but that was years ago.

We’ll be safe in there.

It’s dark inside with only soft beams of light filtering in through the falling river. The mighty Turic lays the sleeping creature on the rock floor and stands over her, tilting his head from side to side as he studies her strange body.

She looks so familiar, but so different at the same time.

A tiny gicolat slithers out from behind a rock and heads towards her. The swift Turic rushes forward, stomping on its head, killing it instantly. She’s under Turic’s protection and he can already feel his soum attaching to her.

Whatever she is, she’s mine.

Turic glances around for any more gicolats or other pesky creatures that could harm her as he kneels down beside her. She looks so peculiar but Turic can’t stop staring.

Her hair is the color of dirt and at first Turic thinks it’s caked with mud but as he runs his fingers through it Turic sees that it is clean. She is so odd. Her face is tiny and small like a child but she seems to be full grown. Her nose is only the size of a olarp and her teeth are like that of a windyuller. How can she even eat?

Her arms are like twigs from the enger tree. Short and thin, and easy to snap. They are weak and frail but that just draws Turic closer to her. The need to protect her is growing strong within Turic.

Turic is not familiar with this feeling but he likes it.

For a second Turic thinks that she could be the one but he quickly pushes that thought out of his head. The Drandroka of Turic’s tribe haven’t had mates since the great curse and he won’t be any different. Except, his soum…it’s syncing to her. Turic can feel it thumping deep inside of his chest.

It feels strange but he likes it as well.

Now would be the time to fill her with Turic’s seed, placing a baby inside of her womb. The mighty Turic’s eyes dart to the apex of her legs. Does this pink Sandroka even have a culip?

She’s covered in such strange furs. Turic has never seen anything like them. They’re so thin and frail and Turic laughs when he pictures the ridiculous animal that she took them from.

The skins are as fragile as a leaf and he easily rips them off her smooth body.

Her strange skin is so soft and Turic’s soum thumps even harder as he traces his fingertips over her pink stomach. She has another odd animal skin wrapped over her cressels. The mighty Turic could easily tear it off but he likes it so he just pulls it down instead.

Turic’s mighty cock hardens as he stares down at her naked chest. The tiny buds on her cressels are stiff and sticking up, and it makes Turic swallow hard. They look odd but Turic can’t stop staring. They’re beautiful.

They’re different than the blue cressels of the Sandroka Turic used to see when he was a child but he likes these just as much.

Turic runs his fingertip over them and his hard cock aches as he watches them jiggle. The odd Sandroka stirs, moving her head from side to side while she makes an odd noise.

Turic glances down at the apex between her legs. It’s covered in more strange furs. He has yet to see if this creature has a culip but that will have to wait.