Tanna had awoken while her new slave was passed out from exhaustion and sexual release, and she had gone to stand over him, studying him again for a long moment.  The blanket she'd laid atop him had slipped down to again reveal his powerful, muscular torso, and she imagined what it would feel like to have him holding her tightly into him as she did with him what Krina had earlier.

But that wasn't going to happen, at least, not any time soon.  It would be socially and politically unacceptable -- even dangerous -- for the King's daughter to become lovers with the enemy, whether that lover be a Royal Heir, a Noble Lord, an Army General, or the lowest of male examples, a shackled slave.  Of course, as Kyrinn himself had thought to himself earlier, many Noble and Royal women did [i]make use[/i] of captured enemy soldiers and their [i]swords[/i].  But such encounters were kept secret and the male in question was almost always executed later to ensure no one but the Lady -- and sometimes a trusted servant or Guard -- knew of the interaction.

Tanna had no intention of killing this particular Yornolandian just yet.  She hadn't yet cemented her plans for him, but she had ideas. 

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The guests to the celebration began arriving well after dark.  She had invited all of the Senior Officers and many of the Lieutenants with whom she worked closely or about whom she'd heard heroic news regarding this or previous and recent battles.  Some of the men brought their lovers with them: wives, consorts, [i]other[/i] men's wives, or -- in the case of the General -- his two adult daughters, whose [i]special relationship[/i] with their father was no secret to anyone.  

Tanna provided additional women as well, of course, to ensure than none of the men who'd won this battle for her and her father found themselves lonely through the evening.  The festivities began with ale, wine, and treats; platters of roasted pig, fowl, and a myriad of other foods were brought in to fill bellies; and then, with more wine, ale, music, and dance -- much of it by semi- or fully-naked slave girls -- [i]other[/i] appetites were filled as the celebration devolved into little more than a wild and frantic orgy.

Only two people within the tent remained apart from the wild, sexual activities: Tanna and Kyrinn.  The latter was still hidden in the corner behind the curtain, with two guards on his side of the barrier ensuring he remained where he was and half a dozen more on the other side, ensuring that the other guests remained where they were.  

Tanna had casually slipped out of the tent for a short walk about the darkness, greeting some of the lesser Officers and Common Soldiers along the way. On such walks, she carried with her a purse of silver coins which she distributed inconspicuously along the way, particularly to the injured or seriously weary.

She spent almost three hours making her rounds before sending the Lieutenant in charge of her Bodyguard back to begin shutting down the orgy and emptying her tent.  This was done so in a typical fashion: the sex slaves and many of the consorts took the male celebrators away to their own tents to continue the drinking and fucking.

When Tanna entered her tent again, she smiled at those who remained.  They were almost exclusively wives or long time consorts of the most senior Officers, women who -- long ago or even just recently -- had come to be less interested in performing with their lovers the sorts of things those lovers were now doing back in their tents with much younger women.  Tanna thanked them for remaining, then gestured to the Guards standing before the curtain.  It was pulled back to reveal the fully exposed body of the shackled slave, glistening as the torch light danced upon his oiled skin.

"Ladies," Tanna said with a tempting voice as she moved to Kyrinn and played a finger tip over his rippling muscles -- arms, chest, belly, thighs -- all the while looking into his eyes as her lips were spread in a delightful but devilish smile.  Then she looked to the women and announced, "Time for us to have fun, do you not think?"

Tanna returned to her ornate chair -- her [i]traveling throne[/i] some called it -- and watched in delight as the other women took their turns with the God-like man.  Some only touched him, caressing their hands over his muscles or [i]grasping[/i] a certain feature of his, marveling at it.  Others kissed him feverishly while others took full advantage of Kyrinn's [i]sword[/i].  Once [i]finished[/i], the women would retreat to the multitude of pillows scattered across the floor, again partaking of the food and drink brought to them by Krina, Madley, and the other servants.

Tanna kept her eye on the activity in the corner while visiting with the Ladies who slowly returned to the pillows.  One by one, her female guests slipped off into slumber, taxed by the wine and in some cases euphoric release.  Tanna herself fell asleep at some point, waking up with a ray of morning sun striking her in the face.  She rose slowly, stretched deeply, and accepted a cup of tea poured quickly for her by Madley.

As she sipped at the hot, spicy drink, she looked to the corner and couldn't help but smile.  Kyrinn was passed out, his arms and legs still shackled and spread wide, of course.  Laying atop him, just as naked and just as unconscious was the wife of one of her most Senior Officers.  Tanna couldn't imagine that the [i]embrace[/i] between the pair was comfortable for either, but then, after the amount of wine the woman had drank and the amount of ale and wine the women had forced upon Kyrinn, it was doubtful that either of them even realized they were still alive at this point.

Tanna rose and dressed in [i]Field Garb[/i], but before she left to go check the camp, she gave the Lieutenant at the tent's exit orders to get Kyrinn up and around, bathed yet again, and dressed.  "Shackled wrists and ankles, Lieutenant.  But ... show a little restraint this time around.  Get him food and water, and find a secure tent.  He's gonna need some rest after his performance last night."