Submission of a Lady

By Aedan Sayla

He’d told his brother to find him a wife and marry her to him by proxy. What could go wrong?

Anna was – simply something more in terms of quality than anything he had requested, except for one thing – she wasn’t a virgin.

Last of a clan that once ruled over a vast trade network and determined the fate of empires, Mahlon Arn, has the task of reclaiming a place once lost and now hidden within the overgrown jungle of a large river system. It’s a past that almost no one remembers except for the few who dare to return and seek to rebuild what once was.

Journey deep into the jungle and follow the story of a warrior who seeks to reclaim a kingdom, only to ache for the completion of a prophecy spoken over him by a dying father. A prophecy that comes in the form of a red haired lady, who is born up the river by chance and circumstance or perhaps by Divine will. She must be claimed and utterly brought into submission by the man, who has been tasked to not only reclaim a past, but to build a future based on righteousness.

This is a tale of overcoming faith and erotic conquest. A reality of an ancient place comes alive in this tale of Christian Erotic Themed Fantasy Fiction.

Content Warning
Dear reader, if per chance you did not see otherwise – this is a work of erotic fiction. The erotic content is quite vividly portrayed.

All sexual relations that take place are of a heterosexual standard and the age of the characters involved is 18+.

While violence is within the storyline all sexual scenes are consensual.

The appropriate reading age is 18+.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aedan Sayla
• Release date: Jan 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215779675

Aedan Sayla

Author of Erotic Christian FictionUp till now only half the story has been written and so now it's time to read everything and not just what many have found acceptable. The truth and love itself are not bound by man, but are timeless and should be shared in full and so I write the whole story.Sincerely, Aedan Sayla - Also writing as Frank Carlyle (Pen Name)

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Submission

of a

Lady

Book 1

Of

The Warriors of Mora

Aedan Sayla (originally published under the pen name Frank Carlyle)

Origins of Love Company

Copyright © 2015 by Aedan Sayla aka Frank Carlyle(pen name)

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The Book List

(List last edited - 1/13/2023)

The Warriors of Mora Series

Book 1: Submission of a Lady

Book 2: Warrioress Taming

Book 3: A Claimed Queen

Book 4: Possessing all of a Lady, Coming Soon

Book 5: The Unexpected Pleasure of a Slave, Coming Soon

Apocalypto Series

Book 1: A Drive to be Remembered

Book 2: Peril without Mercy

Book 3: The Will to Thrive, Coming Soon

The Agents Series

Book 1: Agent in Training

Book 2: Finding an Agent, Coming Soon

Escaping Babylon Series

Book 1: Foreign Princess, Coming Soon

Book 2: Queen in Hiding, Coming Soon

The Badlands Series

Book 1: The Baron Killer, Coming Soon

Book 2: The Cold Killers, Coming Soon

American Apocalypse Series

Book 1: City - Prison Land, Coming Soon

Book 2: Forest - Freedom Land, Coming Soon

Standalone Books

Book: The Huntsman

Book: Man on Fire

Book: A Russian Rose

Book: Tomorrow’s Woman

Book: A Lady’s Worth

Book: Charity’s Gunman

Book: A Rebel’s Persuasion

Book: Book Mate

Book: Brides of War

Book: Broken but Undefeated

Book: Cave Man

Book: Surrender’s Passion

Book: The Forbidden Zone

Book: The Slave Princess, Coming Soon

Book: Lost, Coming Soon

Book: The Last Incan, Coming Soon

Book: His - Beauty in the Dark, Coming Soon

Content Warning

Dear reader, if per chance you did not see otherwise – this is a work of erotic fiction. The erotic content is quite vividly portrayed.

All sexual relations that take place are of a heterosexual standard and the age of the characters involved is 18+.

While violence is within the storyline all sexual scenes are consensual.

The appropriate reading age is 18+.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.

Song of Solomon 1:2 KJV

Chapter One

A Father’s Legacy

Ireland 1687

The wind whipped viciously back and forth across the land ever strengthened by the rising tempest of the ocean and beat against the rocks of the foundation of the last of the Sea People’s fortresses. A fortress that now lay shattered even as fires consumed the rest of what had once been a proud people’s heritage.

They had been a free people, until this day, a day that had seen them brought low at last by the greater empire of the day.

England would have no other power present within her scope of influence to claim the authority that she viewed solely as her own.

She’d come arrogantly to this last holdout among the rocks along the far western seacoast of Ireland to destroy the pride of a people that surrendered to no one. A people who refused to be slaves.

A people who would serve the God of their forefathers and not accept the meddling or oversight of anyone else in matters of either the heart or soul. Their pride had taken them far in the ages of antiquities past, but it had also been there undoing.

Too little and too late, they had learned the art of humility. Now they were few left to carry on the names and legacies of those who had once ruled over nations and governed the trade of the entire world over 2000 years before.

The People from the Sea, for that was what they were called by the inhabitants of the land they had come to live in, along this remote island off the coast of Ireland, now numbered only six and one of them was dying.

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Mahlon

I held father up as more bloody bubbles came up to froth about his mouth and get stuck in his beard. It was a struggle for me to listen to every labored breath, as much as it was for him to keep breathing.

I thought him beyond speech as he lay staring up into my eyes with all the love of a father that I had yearned to watch grow old and enjoy playing with the offspring of my loins in the village square. It would not happen now though, and the moment was pressed upon me bitterly, as I watched my father struggle to breathe.

I despaired in the depression I felt at the outcome of this day’s events. This surely would be the end of us all.

His voice rough and slurred with the effort of speaking, even as his lungs lay half full of blood jarred me from my melancholy, You must be strong son! We yet have a destiny as a people, and it falls to you to see that it’s accomplished. You are the oldest, you know what must be done! Go from this place of solitude and storms. It was never our home and yet it has been a good resting place for us, but no longer. You must…… go…… go back. You know of where I speak of.

I did, but as if I didn’t he went on to say, Mora. It was our home. We lost it, when we lost our souls to darkness and how we have paid dearly for that! Never again! You must keep your faith son or all is lost and Mora will never be reclaimed. It is only by faith in the Creator that you will manage to succeed where our fathers of old failed. You must promise me that you will try, son!

I promise father! I said passionately, even as I lacked the faith to know how I could manage to promise that, when I myself was angry with the God in heaven that could allow this day of horrors to unfold as it had, and yet I gave my word and I would do my best to honor it.

My father must’ve seen that as he lay gasping for continued life, for I saw the intense passion of his gaze upon me relax and with that I saw a measure of peace come over him.

Look to your brothers and sister now. Lay me to rest with your mother on the hill over where she liked best to watch the sun rise.

I nodded, clutching tightly to his hand, as tears fell from off my face to splat onto the torn and bloody remnants of armor still hanging in place across my father’s ruptured chest.

His eyes had wandered from me, but then they swung back to me and with earnestness he said, This has been a good land to us and even as my flesh and that of my fathers before me lay buried in it see that you take a bride of the people of this land. They are a fierce and noble people and such a woman’s blood will only go to strengthen our own. Subdue her in gentleness, possess her in kindness, and love her beyond limitations and it will go well with you. May you sire many children with her and let them all be blessed even as I pray that she will be a fitting match for the passion that burns within you. Promise me that you will do this!

I promise father.

That is good, as I have taught you to be a man of your word. Now….. not much time before I go. You know where the gold is kept. They did not find it. Almost, but your uncles killed them all before they died of their own injuries. In truth, I die with pride in knowing how many of the enemy that you my young son have in truth killed by yourself! You are a man of war, but in truth my blessing for you is that when your last day comes that it will be a day of peace and not of loss such as this day has held for all those I love most. Now let my children come to me. I wish to pray over them one last time.

I looked up past the tears in my gaze over to where Sean stood with bloody sword hanging down. Tears fell from off my brother’s face in a steady dribble that reflected the cold rain that had already begun to fall and hiss loudly as it splatted into the flames consuming what had once been our home.

I gestured and he nodded silently before turning to a stone wall beside him and engaging a series of stones that pivoted inward until with a rolling click an entire doorway of stone came out of the wall and pivoted off to the one side. Out came my other two brothers and my sister.

Till now only had they been able to hear the horror of the destruction of our home, but now their young faces saw the proof of it in a way that they would never be able to forget.

Stumbling in our direction I watched my third oldest brother, Torin, fall to his knees beside my father, even as Sean my brother of less than a year in distance knelt down beside me.

I glanced to the blood running down Sean’s arm to wet the sword that he still had not let go of. My gaze lifted worriedly to his, but he shook his head, as if to say he was fine, but truly I despaired of anything being what one could call fine ever again in life.

Father spoke to Torin, who was awash with tears that rocked his body with the emotion he felt at beholding his home destroyed and his father dying, Son. Son. You are the esteem of my wisdom and more, even as Mahlon is my strength and Sean my reserved fury for injusticeness. You must use the sound mind and hearty spirit that the Creator has given you in order to win the day. You are not a warrior best, as in the flesh, as you are one in the spirit. You must guard your spirit and let the Creator make of you whatever He would. Help your brother Mahlon bring our people’s name back to life and then claim your prize for doing so. There is work to be done in the land to which you and your brothers and sister are returning to that I am convinced that only you can do. Stay true to your faith above all else.

I will father! I promise!

I know you will son. I see everything clearly right now. Never before has the future been so open to me as it is now. Don’t hesitate to claim your prize son when it is given. Press your seed in deep and let it claim new lands through the yoking of a heritage as old as ours with our own.

Father? Torin asked in puzzlement at what his father had just said.

You will understand when the time comes Torin. Father coughed then and let go of my hand.

I thought he would die then, but with desperate strength beyond what surely could