{{user}} is in the covered caravan, travelling across the desert, when he hears a loud war cry. Before he can't react, the caravan jerks to a stop, with a loud voice ringing out. "Forget the driver, surround the cart!" As {{user}} peeks outside, he sees his driver upon the camel, galloping away, leaving him abandoned.

"What, you are going to fight me?" Nirvana says with a grin, eyeing the man curiously. Her body tenses for an attack but then she chuckles. "No. Not right now." She shrugs, holding up her hands in surrender. "Come on out."

Without another word, Nirvana simply nods at one of her men who immediately charges forward. In the blink of an eye, he knocks the sword out of the man's grasp with a well-aimed kick and then throws him to the ground. "Stupid," she chuckles softly, looking down on him. "You could have been useful." She frowns now, kneeling beside him.

"You are mine now," she says, sneering almost playfully. "What's your name, boy? I need to know who I'm claiming as my servant tonight."

What a brute! The woman thinks to herself with amusement as the servant lies dead on the sand. You really do like killing, don't you? she asks, raising an eyebrow at him. "You think that will stop me?" She laughs before motioning for another group of bandits to surround him, much quicker this time. Her men grab his arms and legs and drag him across the sand toward her.

"I'm afraid it's rather impossible for you to leave here today, little boy," she says, shaking her head. "You see, I want you..." she leans in close "...as my personal servant." Her hot breath blows against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

"My, my," Nirvana says playfully as she inspects her new prize. "I see that you've been in a bit of a fight before. Maybe I should give you a day or two to heal up first." With that, she motions for one of the servants to fetch some salves and bandages. Once his wounds are taken care of, she nods toward her tent at the center of the camp. "You're going to sleep next to me tonight," she says with a wicked grin. "And tomorrow, you will start serving your true mistress."

"Oh, there's plenty I can do with them," Nirvana grins, licking her lips. "But you... you're different. You fight back." She shrugs, moving to lie down on the bedroll in her tent. "It excites me." Her long fingers dance across the front of her panties, teasing herself beneath the rough fabric as she watches him take off his armor and bandages his wounds. Once he's done, she pats the space beside her.

"Now come here," she rasps, flicking open a small knife with a wicked glint in her eye. "I want to see how well you serve."

"No, no," Nirvana shakes her head with a wicked smile. "I like this game too much." She lies down on the bedroll and pats the space beside her once more, gesturing for him to get in close. "Now show me what you're really made of." Her hands wrap around his waist, pulling him down so that their bodies are pressed together. His arousal juts against her hip through their clothes. With a wicked grin, she slowly rocks her hips back and forth, teasing them both as she begins to unfasten his pants. "I want you," she breathes, eyes dark with desire as she slides a hand down between their bodies to stroke him roughly through the fabric.

Her cries echo through the tent as your hips pound against her, filling her with every thrust. She digs her nails into your shoulders and arches her back off the bedroll, meeting each powerful stroke with uninhibited passion. Her body quakes around you, a mixture of pain and pleasure as she feels you claiming her completely. As her climax builds, Nirvana reaches between your bodies to guide your release, squeezing you roughly until hot seed spills across her fingers and chest.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she collapses back against the bedroll, spent. For a moment, there is silence before a wicked grin spreads across her lips. "Now," she purrs, raising an eyebrow at him, "do you want to serve me... or do you want me to break you?"

At her words, the laugh that escapes Nirvana's lips sounds almost cruel. "Very well," she drawls, "let's see how long you last." She pushes him off of her roughly and scampers across the tent on all fours. Grabbing a short sword from beside her bedroll, she spins back around to face him, a wicked grin etched onto her features. "I want you to try and kill me," she rasps, chuckling darkly. "Prove that you're stronger than my men."

Her body tenses for the fight, muscles rippling beneath her skin as her breasts heave with each labored breath. The air crackles with anticipation and danger as Nirvana readies herself for his attack.

Nirvana groans as the first hit stuns her, her eyes unfocused for a brief moment as pain radiates through her jaw and cheek. Then he strikes again, this time slashing at her arm; agony tears through her body like fire as blood gushes from the wound. She feels dizzy now, disoriented...but she won't give up that easily.

With a growl, Nirvana lunges forward and kicks out hard with one booted foot, connecting solidly against his chest and sending him flying across the tent. Before he can recover, she leaps after him; her long body graceful despite the wounds she's sustained. Her arms wrap around him, pinning his arms to his sides as she bites down on his neck in a brutal show of dominance. Blood rushes into her mouth and she moans, feeling stronger already.

"Good..." she gasps, her eyes narrowing as he pins her to the ground. Blood trickles from her nose and mouth; tears streak down her cheeks. "You... you want this, huh?" Nirvana grunts, twisting beneath him and using his own weight against him to buck him off of her.

With a howl of pain and fury, she rolls away from him across the tent floor, barely feeling the cuts along her back that are opened anew as she tears through the sandy soil. Panting hard, she scrambles to her feet, her hands clenched into claws at her sides. Her eyes glitter with a dangerous combination of rage and lust as she stands before him once more.

"You think you can beat me?" Nirvana taunts, grinning madly despite the pain that radiates through every inch

Her grin widens, teeth flashing in the dim light as blood drips down her chin. "Yes," she gasps, eyes dancing with excitement, "I liked it." She coughs and spits out a gob of blood-mixed saliva onto the ground before lunging forward, hands reaching for his neck.

"Then you'll serve me all the better," she whispers huskily, sliding her hands up his chest and wrapping her fingers around his throat. "Now that we know how this game ends..." Her nails dig into his skin as her body presses tightly against his own, hips grinding against his crotch in a taunting challenge. "I want you to tell me," she rasps, her hot breath tickling the shell of his ear, "what else would you like to do... to your new mistress?"

Panting heavily, Nirvana arches her back beneath him, pressing herself against his aching erection. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she writhes beneath him, feeling him grow harder still against her slick folds. "As you wish," she pants, her voice raspy from the exertion and pleasure. "But only if you prove to me that you can win."

With a sudden burst of energy, Nirvana twists her hips sharply, forcing him off-balance before rolling them both over so that he's beneath her once more. Her long legs wrap tightly around his waist, trapping him as she straddles his hips and looks down at him with triumphant eyes. "Now," she grins wickedly, "prove it."

With a satisfied groan, Nirvana arches her back into the bedding as your hips meet hers in rapid thrusts. Her nails rake down his chest and stomach, digging into his skin as she gasps for breath. Her head thrashes from side to side, hair whipping around them like a tornado. With each impact, her body shudders with the intense pleasure that sweeps through her.

Her vision begins to blur at the edges, and just when she thinks she might lose consciousness from the exquisite sensation, you bite down on one of her nipples, sending another wave of ecstasy crashing over her. "Oh gods," she gasps, tears streaming down her face. "Don't stop... please..."

As your pace quickens further still and hot seed fills her to the brim, Nirvana cries out in release,

Her orgasm takes her entire body, shuddering and twitching in its grip as you claim your victory. With a final cry of pleasure-pained exhaustion, Nirvana collapses bonelessly against the blankets, barely able to keep her eyes open from sheer overstimulation.

She's your prize now, and you can do what you want with her. For now, though, she needs sleep...and revenge. Tomorrow will be a different day, when she begins training you as her new servant. Today, however, is all about celebrating. She purrs contentedly, already starting to feel drowsy from the effects of your release mingling with her own pleasure-induced exhaustion.

"I suppose I should thank you," she says with a sigh, looking around at the empty camp. "But why did you kill them all? You didn't have to do that." Her voice is heavy with loss; even though most of her men were useless thugs, they were still hers.

Her eyes widen in surprise, then narrow with suspicion. "You think that just because you got rid of my men you can own me?" she snarls, jerking back as if to strike him. But then she pauses, sighs softly and shrugs, the tension sliding from her shoulders like water down a drain.

"You're right," she says finally, nodding once. "I suppose there is that... So what do you say we find something to eat?" She offers him a tiny smile, hoping he doesn't notice the wariness still lurking in her eyes.

You grow rougher, your hips thrusting violently against her back as you drive deeper into her with each stroke. Her fingers clutch at the blanket beneath her, tears streaming down her cheeks as she's overwhelmed by the fierce sensations coursing through her body. She moans your name like a prayer, arching her hips up to meet your possessive movements, desperate for more of you.

With a hoarse cry, she comes apart beneath you, her muscles clenching and releasing in time with the powerful thrusts that push her ever closer to the edge of sanity. Your name is a curse on her lips as your fingers dig into her hips, holding her immobile for your possession. Finally, she feels you tense, grow still within her, and then you let out a raw, guttural groan that vibrates through her very core as your seed spills

She gasps as your lips meet hers, your tongue invading her mouth and claiming it as your own. Her hands snake up around your neck, fingers digging into the warm skin at your nape as she arches herself closer to you, hungry for more of this fierce possession. Your kiss is demanding, possessive; claiming what is rightfully hers and marking her forever as yours. She whimpers against your lips, moans deep in her throat as you knead her breasts roughly, leaving marks that will soon turn to bruises.

But then she pulls back, breaking the kiss and looking up at you through hooded lids. "You may think that now," she rasps, licking her lips slowly, "but remember..." She leans in close, whispering in your ear. "I'm still Nirvana."

"And you are my slave," she whispers back, her voice little more than a breath against your ear. "Now get up and tend to the camp. I want breakfast soon." Her lips curve into a predatory smile as she watches you from where she lies naked beneath the blankets, satisfaction coursing through her veins like warm honey.