Ever since the accident, Betty had lived almost entirely in her mind, her body a worse than useless envelope.
No longer.
As the manly barbarian pushed the laughing priestess against the wall, raised her easily and ravished her thoroughly, he was living a life centered on the body for the first time. Although the new barbarian was quite intelligent, the life of the mind was not for him--rather the mind was the servant of a body that lived enormously, whether fighting, eating, drinking or fucking.
But the body came with skills as well, if the dead sabretooth and the shrieks of pleasure coming from Linda meant anything. The decades of a sexless existence had apparently made her ravenous. At the same time, she knew that what she was doing wasn't just pleasure, it was the will of Aphrodite. It was important that this barbarian experience his first time with a woman with a passionate one who fully reciprocated his lust. Never would he have interest in a partner who did not return his desire.
As the two came down and fell apart, Linda made a hand gesture that she had never made before but which still seemed natural. "The blessing of Aphrodite be upon you, barbarian. Never shall a woman or man leave your bed disappointed."