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Dame Sara and the Heir Ch. 01

By: Thor99



Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, was strolling in her ample gardens enjoying the morning when she heard a carriage approach. She was not expecting visitors and so she turned and walked briskly to the front of the house, intrigued to see who might be arriving. There she saw a golden-trimmed carriage and she watched on as her servants rushed to open the doors and help out the occupants.

A man and red-haired woman both middle-aged stepped out, looking very prim and proper, and Dame Sara stepped forwards to welcome them. Introducing herself, she shook their hands, noticing that the man's gaze lingered on the very impressive swell of her cleavage in the tight gown she was wearing. She smirked to herself.

Sara welcomed the two of them inside and sent her servants to fetch some food and tea for their guests, and to take the horses to the stables for a rest and a drink. It did not look like the animals had been given much of a break on the ride here.

When the refreshments had arrived she dismissed the servants politely and then turned to her guests. "Now that we are comfortable, what brings you to my estate?"

The woman looked up at her with needy eyes and Dame Sara was immediately concerned. People often came to her for help since she was particularly famed in the queendom for recovering the long-lost Axe of the Mists. She often found her services needed and she was always proud and eager to help.

"My daughter has gone missing, Dame Knight, and we need your help in finding her," she said sadly. Sara noticed her husband nod dejectedly in agreement.

"Where might she be? When did you last see her?" Dame Sara said, leaning forwards. "Tell me everything you know."

The man nodded again. "Of course, m'lady. We last saw her a month ago. She left for the city of Eriport and we have not heard from her since. Normally she would have returned by now or at least let us know that she was fine."

Dame Sara set down her tea a moment. Eriport was a city-state north of the queendom, and not technically part of the queen's domain. Although it was a long-term ally of the queendom it was independent. Her position as a knight held no official power there.

"And you suspect something is wrong?"

"We do, Dame Knight," the woman nodded. "Our daughter has had it in her head recently that she wants to be an adventurer, even though she is our heir. We told her that her duty was to her estate and the people we watch over, but she rarely listens to us." The woman sighed sadly. "She left for Eriport to prove her worth as an adventurer."

"And your family sword, dear," the man gently added.

The woman nodded frantically. "Yes, that too. Our estate is in possession of an ancient and valuable sword that has been in my family for countless generations. She took it with her, claiming it showed that she had the blessing of our ancestors, and I fear that it may have drawn unwanted attention upon her. It is a very valuable sword, but not more valuable than our daughter's life." The woman began to sob.

"There, there my dear," the man comforted. "We do not know for sure what has happened."

Dame Sara stood. She had heard enough to know that she was needed.

"I will find your daughter," she announced, and the woman sniffed back her tears.

"You... you will?"

"Yes. But first, I must know whom I do this favour for. What are your names, madam?"

The woman sat more upright, as if channeling some inner pride. "I am the Baroness of Opuk, and this is my husband."

Dame Sara sighed to herself. She had suspected as much but still did not like having it confirmed. Nobles were never easy to help - they always had some sense of entitlement that no matter how well and quickly you undertook their quest they thought you should have done it quicker and better.

Despite being one of the most famous knights in the land Dame Sara still found herself accosted by haughty nobles who thought themselves better than her. Amusingly, the only noble she had ever encountered who did not fit that description was the heir to the throne herself, Princess Isabel. Indeed the gorgeous princess had even welcomed Sara into her bed with their mutual friend Sir Jeffrey.

Sara tried to stop that line of thought before the memories came flooding back. They would make her horny and this was not the place for that. But the heat that suddenly burned between her legs told her it was too late for that now.

"I will leave to find your daughter this afternoon," Dame Sara said, bowing to the nobles. "I must make preparations now. You are welcome to stay but you will understand if I must leave you - the sooner I am underway the sooner I will locate you daughter."

"Of course, of course," the Baron said as he stood. "We will leave you in peace at once. When you find our daughter, please send her back to Opuk."

Dame Sara walked to the door then paused. She turned back to her guests. "One more thing, it dawns on me that I do not know your daughter's name. It is something I should probably be aware of before I leave."

"Her name is Chloe," the Baroness said, before she bowed low and moved to the door. "She has red hair like mine and blue eyes like my husband. Please find her."

Then she and her husband strode towards the main entrance and soon Sara heard the carriage clacking away again. She hoped that horses had been given enough of a rest.

Rolling her shoulders, she quickly climbed the stairs, resolving to gather her armour and be on her way as soon as possible. If this Chloe was in trouble then she no time to waste.

She called out when she reached the top of the stairs. "Luke!"

A door opened and a good-looking young man of about 6' with messy brown hair jogged towards her. He was dressed smartly in good servant's livery and Dame Sara tried to ignore the throbbing in her pussy. Ever since Jeffrey had passed on his gifts to her she found her thoughts even more dominated by sex than they had been before but she could not complain about that. For all the drawbacks of near-constant horniness the exceptional pleasure she drew from sex more than compensated for that.

"Yes, Dame Knight?" he said, standing tall.

"I have told you to call me Sara," she laughed. Luke still insisted on calling her by her title rather than her name and no matter what she did she seemed unable to break him of the habit. Even repeatedly taking his cock inside her had not caused him to cease.

She shuddered pleasurably at the thought, trying to force it from her mind. She was starting to realise now that doing so was largely futile. If she managed to avoid jumping Luke she would only delay the inevitable and end up attempting to bed someone else instead. Still, she had to prepare.

"I must leave on an important quest, Luke, and I must do so immediately. Could you please prepare my pack and tell Martin to ready Snowglide for riding?" Martin was her stablehand and Snowglide was her favoured steed.

"Certainly, Dame Knight," Luke bowed, then darted down the stairs. She watched him go.

Moving quickly to her bedroom, Sara struggled not to think about Luke. He had been Jeffrey's servant originally but Sara encountered him one afternoon when visiting her friend and lover. She had been intensely horny and when it transpired that Jeffrey was not there she had shared herself with Luke instead. She'd grown very fond of him in the time since.

It was Jeffrey who had suggested she take Luke onto her own staff and when they approached Luke with the idea he had been more than willing. Of course Jeffrey had employed one of Sara's servants in return and Sara often wondered how Marie, a beautiful and buxom young brunette, was getting on at Jeffrey's house.

Images flashed through her mind. Of herself and Luke having passionate sex, and of Jeffrey and Marie doing the same. Shaking her head to try and clear it of those salacious thoughts Sara opened her armoury and removed her shining mithril armour. Laying it out on the bed she quickly checked it for dents and scratches even though she knew there would be none. The Axe of the Mists was displayed downstairs and she would gather it as she left the house.

Deciding that the armour was fine she swept her blonde hair off her shoulder and reached for the knots to her tight dress. Her big tits spilled free as she loosened the gown and she slid it from her shoulders and began to shimmy it down her waist.

A knock on the door at that moment caused her to smile.

"Yes?" she called out.

"I have prepared your pack, Dame Knight," Luke said from the other side of the door. "Do you need me to do anything else?"

Sara grinned wickedly to herself. "Yes, Luke. Please come in."

He opened the door and stepped inwards, his eyes opening wide in surprise at the sight of Sara with her gown bunched around her waist.

"I can come back later, Dame Knight, if you'd rather I-" he started, before she cut him off.

"Nonsense, Luke. You have seen me like this plenty of times. In fact, as I recall, only last night you were playing with my tits whilst you fucked me from behind."

A throb in her magic cunt caused Sara to moan slightly at the memory. Luke too seemed to have taken on a different air as he realised Dame Sara's intentions. "That is true, Dame Knight."

"Then shut the door and help me relieve my tension, Luke," she grinned. "I want to be entirely relaxed before I head off on such a long journey."

He did so hurriedly, then stepped towards her and Dame Sara wrapped her arms around his back and kissed him passionately. Luke responded the same way and she felt his strong hands pressing into her back. Slowly they slid round her sides until he was grasping her big tits.

Her own hands were moving too and soon she had pulled his shirt from his body, revealing his toned chest. Luke may have been a servant not a warrior but his body was still lovely and she always enjoyed the sight when it was pumping away on top of her.

To that end she shoved her fingers beneath his waistband, hurriedly pushing his pants to the floor. Soon he was naked and she grinned at the sight of his cock hardening rapidly. Luke's blue eyes flashed as she sank to her knees.

"Oh fuck, Dame Knight," he groaned as she took his length between her lips. She enjoyed his taste and the way he moaned as she gave him head and she sucked down harder before kissing along the sides of his cock. He reached out to place a hand on her head and Sara moaned at the feeling.

Withdrawing her lips she instead pumped her hand on his shaft, staring up at Luke with a wicked smirk at the pleasure that clouded his eyes. She leaned forwards again to once more suck him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip before taking more of him between her lips. It was a good few minutes before she pulled her head away.

"I really ought to get going soon," she said somewhat sadly, standing. "Otherwise I would do that for hours."

"I think you would get too horny to keep it up, Dame Knight," he grinned. "You would demand I get inside you before too long."

Sara raised an eyebrow. "Would I now?"

Luke chuckled and nodded.

"Then it won't surprise you to know that's exactly what I want right now," she whispered, kissing him again.

This time it was his turn to undress her and he eagerly pushed the elegant gown to the floor. Sara stepped free of it, enjoying her nakedness and pulling Luke onto the bed that rested behind her.

She slumped back onto it and quickly climbed further up until she was fully resting on the soft sheets. Luke moved with her until he was perched above her and Dame Sara wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him deeply.

As she did so he reached down between her legs, placing his palm against her cunt and beginning to rub softly. She cried out at the feeling and stared up at him hungrily.

"I need your cock, Luke. Don't make me wait," she said almost pleadingly, and her servant complied willingly, grasping his member and gently starting to push inwards.

"Oh fuck," he groaned as her cunt swallowed up his length, and she felt him stretching her sensitive pussy wide with his impressive cock. It felt so good as he impaled her, every inch sending of another spark of delicious pleasure as he slowly but surely filled her up.

Soon he was buried entirely inside her and Dame Sara moaned as he moved his hips. He was fairly gentle to begin with but soon his pace picked up. His strong arms were taut as he held himself above her and she stared happily into his blue eyes as his cock moved in and out of her magic cunt.

The heat that had radiated from her pussy earlier now seemed to fill her whole body and she moaned and writhed at the wonderful feelings that his cock gave her. His eyes were growing glazed too and she knew that he in turn was enjoying the feel of her.

Reaching up to grasp his brown hair, Dame Sara pulled Luke down for a kiss. His hard chest pressed against her big tits and she moaned at the feeling even as his hips sped up. He was thumping his cock into her now with great speed and she moaned loudly at each collision. She could feel her magic cunt narrowing on his cock and knew she was not far away. From his grunts she could tell Luke was near, too.

"I'm going to come, Dame Knight," he groaned, breaking the kiss. His blue eyes reflected his desperate anticipation.

"Me too, Luke. Me too. Fill me with your hot seed!" she moaned, then her mind clouded and she shrieked out as she came. She felt Luke's cock twitch as he joined her in orgasm and for a moment they both lay there twitching in the strength of such huge climaxes.

Eventually it passed and with a sigh Luke rolled to one side. Sara climbed from the bed, looking back at the attractive man with a glint in her eyes. He grinned at her and sat upright to watch Sara dress into her armour. As she reached for the knots to her chestplate he stood up to help her into it.

Soon she was fully-armoured and she gave Luke a quick kiss before leaving the bedroom. He would take a few minutes to dress and she needed to be gone. Taking the Axe of the Mists from its stand where it was proudly displayed on the wall, she strode outside to find her horse ready to depart.

Sara climbed gracefully onto Snowglide's back and gathered her reins before quickly moving off. She had a noble daughter to find.

Dame Sara and the Heir Ch. 02



Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, led her mare along the main road northwards. It was fairly busy, although she had seen it busier. The trading season was coming to a close as it would soon grow too cold in the northern reaches where Eriport lay for much travel.

Towns and villages passed her by as she travelled. She knew that Snowglide could make the journey in two days, especially as she had left early in the morning, but she still had no time to lose. The woman she was looking for might be in serious trouble and she could not afford to be slow.

As the day stretched into afternoon the air grew cooler and soon she had come across a crossroads. A major road running from east to west met the northwards road here and a large town had sprung up at the junction. That wasn't unusual - many towns grew from trade routes just such as this one.

It was then that Sara spotted the carriage turning onto the road she was travelling on up ahead. It had come from the east but was now heading in the same direction as her, and it was not travelling slowly. One figure on horseback seemed to accompany it.

Slowly, Snowglide caught up with the carriage until she was no more than a hundred feet behind. It was then that the rider spotted her and motioned to the driver of the carriage. It slowed down and Sara quickly caught up.

"Lo there," said the rider, and Sara couldn't resist but look him up and down.

He was a very attractive man, and her loins instantly throbbed at the sight of him. It had been hours since Luke had stuffed her full of his cock and she already ached for release again.

The rider was muscular and well-set, and she could tell from the way he was sitting that he possessed a strong and toned body. His brown eyes and brown hair both complemented his strikingly attractive face and even on horseback she could tell he was tall, probably about 6'4" by her reckoning. He appeared to be in his late-twenties.

She shook her head then to clear the lustful fog that had descended, and responded. "Good afternoon, sir. I am Dara Sara Illou, Knight of the Land. I am travelling northwards."

"Greetings, Dame Sara Illou. I am honoured to meet a knight on these roads. I am Dayron, and I am the escort for Mr and Mrs Hatthe, traders of exotic goods," the rider responded, gesturing to two figures who smiled at Sara from the carriage.

Dayron guided his horse out of the way so that Sara could approach the carriage. She bowed and they bowed back.

"Dame Knight," the man said when the formalities were out of the way. "We are heading northwards to Eriport. Does your destination lie on that path?"

Sara nodded. "It does indeed, good sir. I am also heading to Eriport. Perhaps we can accompany one another on the journey? It is always better to travel in numbers."

They heartily agreed and soon they were underway once more. Mr and Mrs Hatthe kept to themselves mostly, Sara realised, although they did not do so in an unpleasant way. Sara did not mind - the noise of the carriage was difficult to talk over anyway.

As it was, she was not unhappy at proceedings. Herself and Dayron rode together slightly apart from the carriage. They were close enough to intercede if anything untoward happened but far enough away that they could hear one another talk.

Dayron seemed fascinated by her status as a knight and she proudly explained how she had attained the rank when he asked. His eyes widened when she showed him the Axe of the Mists at her waist.

At last she had finished her tale and she smiled at him. "But tell me, Dayron, what brings you here? I have talked only of myself."

"That is because your story is far more interesting than mine, Sara," the mercenary laughed back. "I am just a simple caravan guard. In my youth I realised that I possessed a talent for the martial arts, and I resolved to hone that talent in the protection of people. Yet I also wanted to travel, to see the world, so I combined the two and took it upon myself to become a caravan guard. That is the role you see me in now, although not for much longer. I long to return to the city of my youth."

"And where was your youth spent?" Sara asked.

Dayron laughed. "In Eriport, actually. This shall be my last journey as a caravan guard. I intend to apply for the city watch. I still wish to earn a living by protecting people, but I no longer have the itch to travel. A decade on the roads is enough for me." Sara was pleased to note that her guess that Dayron was in his late-twenties was accurate.

Dayron continued. "I was lucky to encounter Mr and Mrs Hatthe as I prepared myself for the journey home. They needed a guard and I was heading in that direction anyway, so it made sense to take up the job. I would be travelling this road regardless."

"You do yourself a disservice when you say that your story is not interesting," Sara said pleasantly.

Dayron laughed. "Perhaps."

Soon they came across a small village. Outside of the inn, the carriage slowed and Mrs Hatthe climbed down and went inside. When the carriage pulled into the inn's rear courtyard, Sara guessed that they were stopping for the night.

"Are we stopping here?" Sara asked Mr Hatthe as she and Dayron reined their horses to a halt by its side.

"We are indeed," the merchant said with a smile. "There are no settlements for a stretch after this village and it is very nearly dark, so we will stay here and resume our journey in the morning."

"Very well, Mr Hatthe," Dayron said. "I will set up guard."

Mr Hatthe smiled, waving his hand at Dayron in a dismissive gesture. "No, no, Dayron. We have stayed at this inn many times before. Our goods will be safe here. Besides, my wife and I shall sleep in our beds in the caravan tonight, and can keep an eye on our own wares. No, you will find that the innkeeper has a room reserved for you. My wife is taking care of that."

Dayron looked slightly surprised, then bowed deeply. "Thank you, Mr Hatthe. I am flattered by your kindness."

"Oh, don't thank him, it was my idea," laughed a voice to their right, and Sara turned to see Mrs Hatthe leaving the inn with a tray of food that was evidently her and her husband's dinner. "You deserve a rest, Dayron. You have been working tirelessly since we left the city. Now, go and get a bite to eat."

Then the merchant paused, a small smile playing across her face. "Though it occurs to me that I have only booked the one room. Unfortunately, Dame Sara will have to make her own arrangements. Although perhaps from the way you two have been looking at one another, booking only one room was the right choice, hmm?"

"I, um..." Dayron responded, although his face had gone red at the undertone in her suggestion. Sara could only giggle at his embarrassment. She had to admit, a night of fun with Dayron seemed very appealing indeed. The throb in her magic cunt told her that it agreed wholeheartedly.

Sara decided to rescue Dayron from the teasing of his employers. "Come, Dayron, let us head inside and find some food."

He coughed, recovering his composure. "Yes, yes, of course."

Then he thanked Mr and Mrs Hatthe a final time and strode through the rear door of the inn. As Sara moved to follow, Mrs Hatthe caught her arm.

"I wasn't joking about the two of you sharing a room, honourable dame knight. The poor boy could use a good ride," the merchant winked. "He's been without female company for the whole trip. Only if you're willing, of course, but from the way you two were flirting on the journey, I don't think that's an issue. Just don't wear him out too much, my dear. He'll need to be back on guard duty in the morning."

She giggled to herself as she strolled back to the caravan. Sara watched her go with a broad grin. Truly a woman after her own heart. Then she followed Dayron into the inn.

The common room was not particularly busy. She scanned the tables and saw Dayron sitting in front of what seemed a pile of food. Clearly the Hatthes had arranged dinner for them too. Sara was very grateful for that, given the way her stomach was rumbling. Being hungry and horny wasn't a particularly nice feeling, and soon Sara was digging into the food with gusto. She and Dayron barely spoke as they ate and Sara wondered if the man was embarrassed by Mrs Hatthe's exchange outside or if he were simply too busy eating.

Soon enough they had finished. Sara's stomach was sated and she was pleased to note that she no longer felt hungry. That just further highlighted how horny she was however and Sara knew that she needed to do something about the throbbing in her magic cunt soon. If Dayron would not supply her with his cock then she would have to find someone else, and she really would prefer it to be Dayron. The mental image of his eyes rolling back as she rode him to orgasm flared through her mind at the thought and Sara realised that she could take no more.

"Come, Dayron, let us see the room," she said, standing.

He opened his eyes in surprise. "You are not renting your own?"

"You would expect your companion to rent their own room, Dayron? Where is your honour?" she teased.

Dayron nodded. "Of course, dame knight. You may take my room. I shall book another."

"What are you raving about?" Sara sighed, rolling her eyes. "We will share the room, Dayron. I would like us to share the bed, too, so that we may also share our bodies, but if you are insistent that we cannot fuck then at least the room will have two beds and we can still save some gold."

Dayron looked stunned. "I... um..." he said.

"Does a night with me appeal to you, Dayron?"

He nodded. "Of course, Sara. I just... didn't think you'd be interested."

"Well, I am. Very much so. Mrs Hatthe didn't misread my intentions, and I don't think she misread yours either. So take me to your room, and let me ride your cock."

He stood in a flash, grasping her hand and leading her upstairs quickly. It did not take long for them to be behind the locked door of their tavern room and it took even less time after that for their tongues to be duelling as they kissed passionately. Clearly any embarrassment Dayron had felt at her teasing had quickly given way to lust.

Her fingers had soon removed his light armour and it did not take much encouragement to have him remove what was left. As he did so Sara took a moment to ogle his glorious naked body. He was as toned and muscular as she had hoped, and his cock stood to attention proud and hard. Her magic cunt yearned to feel it inside of her.

Then she reached for own armour and pulled it over her head, smiling at the groan of delight that left Dayron's lips when her big tits spilled free. His hands were on them almost immediately and she let him squeeze and knead the globes as she peeled off her pants, leaving her just as naked as he was.

Then she dropped to her knees, angling her chest to encourage him to keep his hands on her breasts. She enjoyed the feeling of his fingers sinking into her chest and did not want him to stop but at the same time she really wanted to taste his cock. As his member slipped between her lips she started to suck him with passion.

His face was a picture of pleasure as she stroked his member, making sure to kiss and lick every exposed inch of his flesh. He squeezed and played with her big tits even as she gave him what she knew was an expert blowjob but soon her magic cunt demanded more. Pulling her head free from his cock, she stood up and kissed him. As his tongue pushed into her mouth, she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him flat onto the nearest of the two beds in the room. Then she climbed on after him.

Dayron did not complain as she climbed up his body until she was positioned above him and when she grabbed his cock and lined it up with her cunt he groaned. He groaned even louder when she sank down onto him and her own eyes rolled back as she felt herself stuffed full of his rigid length.

Sara started to move her hips almost immediately and it did not take her long to be bouncing on Dayron's cock. He felt so good inside of her and her magic cunt delighted in the feel of his member sliding in and out of her tunnel. Then he reached up to grasp her swinging tits and she moaned at the feeling of his hands on her chest and his cock inside her pussy.

She rode him for what seemed like hours, enjoying every second as he stretched her full. His brown eyes shimmered with lust as she rode him and eventually she could tell from the way his jaw was starting to set that he was heading towards release.

Sara could feel her own release nearing as her pussy tensed on his probing cock and she leant down to whisper in his ear that she was going to come. That seemed to drive him on because moments later the mercenary was thrusting upwards into her cunt. That was all Sara needed.

"I'm coming!" she shouted as her magic cunt clamped down on his invasive member, spasming along its length. Then she felt his cock jerk and knew that he had joined her in orgasm, his eyes rolling back as his seed sprayed powerfully into her pussy. She knew he was coming hard.

Their twin climaxes lasted a while but in the end it slowly faded. When it had done so she slid her body forwards slightly so that his cock sprang free then kissed him.

"I'm glad you let me stay in your room," she murmured with a smirk as she settled down next to Dayron.

He laughed. "So am I."

She was soon asleep.



Dame Sara and the Heir Ch. 03



Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, woke as the first rays of dawn shone through the tavern room window. Yet it was not the light that had woken her. No, it was the sexy brown-haired mercenary smiling naughtily up at her from between her legs.

Sara moaned as Dayron's lips and tongue swept over her pussy, quickly bringing her fully awake.

"I could get used to waking up like this," she giggled, the sound washed away by another moan.

Dayron murmured something in response, but Sara couldn't understand him since his face was buried in the folds of her magic cunt. He hungrily ate her pussy, smearing his tongue and lips over her folds. Sara could already feel her pleasure quickly building at his expert work, and her eyes grew wide with bliss as the brown-haired warrior slipped two fingers inside her cunt. His tongue found her clit, swirling round the bud and she reached out to grab his hair.

She stared down at him desperately as her orgasm grew closer and Dayron merely stared back up at her, his brown eyes shining with lust. Clearly he was enjoying himself, though Sara suspected she was enjoying herself even more. She rubbed her hips back against his face, grinding her clit against his tongue whilst his fingers pumped into her pussy. It did not take long for her to come, her juices seeping out around Dayron's eager mouth. Her eyes rolled back and she whimpered in pleasure as her body twitched in the throes of a powerful orgasm.

When it was done she leaned forwards, pulling him up for a deep kiss. Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulders and twisted her round so that she was on all fours. She yelped in surprise, though the sound quickly became a moan when she realised what was coming next. She didn't mind her lovers being a bit forceful with her when they were lost in the heat of passion.

Especially when those lovers slid their big cocks into her cunt and moments later Dayron was doing exactly that. Sara delighted in the feeling of his hard member stretching wide her sensitive walls and she grinned at the sound of the warrior voicing his own pleasure.

"Oh fuck, Sara, you feel amazing..." he murmured, letting himself rest there a moment to simply enjoy the feeling of being inside her.

Then he started to move his hips and Sara felt her eyes roll back at the sensation of him fucking her from behind. Soon he was fucking her with vigour and her entire body rocked with every impact of his hips. She pushed herself upwards onto straight arms so that her big tits swung beneath her and she could only moan as her brown-haired lover leaned forwards to grasp them in his strong hands. His fingers found her nipples and deftly played with them whilst his cock ploughed into her.

She felt her torso slump slightly as pleasure started to overwhelm her and she could not keep her voice down. Not that she cared whether people heard her. She was far too close to coming for that.

"I'm going to come," she almost shouted and she heard Dayron groan the same thing. His hips were crashing against hers now, his big cock filling her up wonderfully with each inward thrust as he fucked her powerfully from behind.

Her hands gripped the bedsheets tightly. Dayron still held her large breasts, his fingers sinking into the flesh as his member stuffed her full. The moment grew ever closer for Sara as her lover hammered his hips against her ass. Seconds later, she came.

Rapture filled her mind at the huge orgasm that ripped through her and she felt Dayron' cock twitch as his own release arrived. He cried out at the intense pleasure of what she knew was a massive climax and she swore she could feel his seed spraying against her walls.

Their orgasms lasted a good while as both came hard but at last they slowly faded. Dayron withdrew from Sara with a satisfied sigh, and Sara giggled at the sound.

"I hope that was worth delaying breakfast for," she smiled naughtily.

Dayron laughed. "Very much so," he replied with a grin.

They climbed from the bed and dressed and before long both were in the tavern common room having a small but pleasant breakfast. Mrs Hatthe had wandered in as they were eating and said that she and her husband wanted to be on the road within the hour but they were not to rush their meal. Sara liked the woman - she had a good heart.

Soon enough, however, Sara found herself back atop Snowglide and riding alongside the carriage that Dayron was escorting. As had been the case yesterday she and Dayron rode slightly away from the carriage so that they could hear each other talk over the noise of the horses' hooves and clacking wheels.

She quizzed him about Eriport now that she knew he was from the city-state. Dayron seemed happy to talk about the city of his youth, especially as he was clearly looking forward to returning there. Sara had only the common knowledge that she had picked up from libraries and visitors, so any new information she could glean was especially useful.

They travelled all of the morning, stopping briefly to allow the horses to rest, although Sara knew that Snowglide did not need the break. The other horses were not quite as superior as her mare, however, and did require a moment's respite, but Sara did not mind too much. Although she would rather have kept going and made better progress, the company and safety of numbers more than outweighed that.

When the sun was at its highest point in the early afternoon they were on their way again but Sara noticed with dismay that Snowglide was limping slightly. It did not seem to her that the horse was injured but more that she was uncomfortable.

"I fear that your mare needs to be reshod," Dayron said when he noticed.

Sara nodded. "I think you are right." She sighed, patting Snowglide's neck. "I see a town in the distance, I hope they have a farrier."

"I do not know why they wouldn't. Your mare will be fine."

Sara scanned the assorted shops as they rode into the small town, and sighed with relief when she saw the sign of a horseshoe hanging outside a forge.

"There," she said, preparing to guide Snowglide towards it.

"Would you like us to wait?" Dayron said, preparing to ride alongside Mr and Mrs Hatthe.

Sara shook her head. "There is no need. We cannot be far from Eriport by now." She grinned at her companion. "Thank you for your company. I'm sure I'll see you again in the city."

Dayron nodded, bowing from horseback. "Seek me out in Eriport. Until then, dame knight."

"Until then."

Dayron rode alongside Mr and Mrs Hatthe, clearly explaining the situation. The carriage slowed, but did not stop, and Sara was grateful that she was not holding them up.

She dismounted from Snowglide when the mare reached the building. A man looked up from the forge, turning to her, and Sara's breath caught.

He was gorgeous.

He was tall, probably 6'2", and exceptionally broad and muscular. It was clear he spent the day working with metal just from the set of his gait and his build. Fiery red hair was sweat-matted on his head and blue eyes regarded her with interest. She was sure those eyes flickered up and down her body, and her magic cunt throbbed with delight in response.

"How can I help you, dame knight?" he said.

"My mare needs a shoe, I believe, and your sign says you are a farrier."

"I am indeed, dame knight," he said with a bow. "I am honoured to be of service."

Sara extended her hand. "You must call me Sara."

"Very well, Sara. I am Tobias. Let me take a look at your horse."

The man stepped past her to inspect Snowglide's broken horseshoe. He tutted and nodded to himself every so often until at last he stood back up.

"I am afraid she needs a new shoe," he said solemnly. "That will take me a few hours. I am sorry for that."

Sara smiled. "Do not apologise. A few hours is better than I had hoped. You must be skilled indeed."

"Well, I would not want to boast, dame knight."

"Sara," Sara corrected.

Tobias laughed. "Of course, Sara. I'm sorry, I am not used to dealing with knights around these parts. I do not know how to act."

"The same way you would around anyone asking for your help as a farrier."

Tobias seemed to like that answer. He smiled broadly, then clapped his hands together. Sara noticed the bulge of his biceps as he did so and moaned under her breath. The long journey had made her horny, and Tobias was a handsome man indeed. She could not help but imagine those strong hands holding her hips whilst his cock stretched wide her pussy...

She realised that Tobias had gone back inside his shop, and she moved to follow. She had been too caught up in lustful thoughts to notice that he had gone and she quickly entered after him. Her magic cunt was aflame now and she knew she would get no respite until she sated it.

Tobias was preparing his tools to forge Snowglide a new shoe and Sara could only stare at him with desire. She was sure it showed on her face.

At last he noticed that she was staring at him and he turned to her with a smile.

"I will be a few hours, Sara. I do not know if you wish to explore the town, but you are welcome to stay here whilst I work."

"How much do your services cost?"

"There will be no charge for you, dame knight. You are a Knight of the Land, and the least I can do is aid your mare without recompense," Tobias said firmly.

Sara shook her head. "No, I cannot take advantage of your good nature like that. I must pay you back somehow."

"If you were not in a hurry, I would suggest that you could buy me a drink, Sara," Tobias grinned. "But as you are, there is nothing you can do."

Sara smirked. "Buy you a drink? I am glad to see you have taken my earlier advice to heart." There was a distinct undertone to the conversation now and her magic cunt had picked up on it. It was desperate to be filled with Tobias' hard cock.

She stepped towards him. "I may be a knight, but I am also a woman, after all. And I have a woman's needs."

Sara noticed a smile growing on the red-haired farrier's face as she sauntered closer. She reached up, undoing the knots that held her armour in place, letting it slide to the floor as she walked. Then her hands were hooking beneath her shirt, pulling it over her head so that her breasts spilled free. She wore only her pants now. Tobias gasped in awe as she undressed before him.

Soon she had reached him. She placed a hand on his chest and smiled at him naughtily. "And if you will not let me pay you for your work, Tobias, then I'll have to think of another way to reward you."

She sank to her knees with a naughty smile and slid her hands under the waistband of Tobias' pants. He merely looked down at her with lust as she hooked them over his throbbing cock then pulled them down his legs. His member stood proud and rigid and she licked her lips at the thought of tasting it.

Then she leaned forwards and sucked its head between her lips, letting her tongue swirl around his tip. Tobias groaned and reached out to gently grasp a handful of her blonde hair and she giggled onto his shaft. He groaned again. They stayed that way for a few minutes as Sara made sure to properly give attention to every inch of her lover's thick cock. Soon it was slick with her saliva and she was bobbing her head furiously on his shaft whilst her fist pumped the areas her lips could not reach.

The farrier was clearly enjoying himself but Sara's cunt grew more and more desperate to feel him inside her with every passing second. She decided that she had waited long enough, and so she stood, crushing herself against Tobias and kissing him deeply.

His hands moved immediately, pushing her pants down her legs. Sara stepped out of them, leaving her totally nude, then grabbed his saliva-wet cock and tugged him backwards until she felt her ass bump against the worktable. Reaching behind her, she swept his tools aside to clear a space and then pushed herself onto it so that she was sitting on it.

Tobias clearly knew what it was she wanted, and he grabbed her legs and tugged her towards him until she was perched at the edge of the table. Then he pushed her legs apart and grabbed his cock. Sara could only moan as he thrust inwards. His member felt so good stretching wide her sensitive cunt.

He was still wearing his shirt and Sara did not want that. She reached out and grabbed the garment, tugging it. Tobias got the hint and frantically pulled it over his head. Sara moaned at the sight of his thick chest and then moaned again when he started to thrust.

It did not take long for her pleasure to be building. Tobias thumped his hips against hers, his cock filling up her pussy with each inward thrust. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Their tongues duelled and she threaded her fingers through his wavy red hair.

Then he broke the kiss. "I'm going to come," he grunted, and Sara nodded at him desperately to show the same was true of her. The worktop rocked with Tobias' eager thrusts and she felt her magic cunt narrowing on his member.

The moment arrived seconds later, and Sara howled out her pleasure as she came, her pussy seizing hold of Tobias cock. His eyes rolled back at the same time and she felt his member twitch as he came too. The knowledge that his seed was spraying into her womb drove her orgasm on harder and Sara thrashed in the throes of such a powerful climax.

When at last they were done Tobias let his cock slip from her pussy, puffing out his cheeks with mock-exhaustion.

"You know how to drain a man," he said with a small smile, and Sara laughed in response.

"Well I hope you've got enough energy left to mend Snowglide's shoe."

Her lover grinned. "For such a beautiful Knight of the Land, I do."

Sara watched him as he dressed, collected his tools and headed outside.

Now she just had to wait.



Dame Sara and the Heir Ch. 04



Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, puffed out her cheeks when she caught sight of the walls of Eriport in the distance. They looked almost as grand as the walls in the capital city of her queendom, though on reflection she realised that that should not surprise her too much. Eriport was a wealthy and powerful city. That was why it had been able to stay independent for so long when surrounded by much larger countries. Even so she was impressed by its grandeur and that feeling did not abate as she drew closer.

Snowglide was walking easily now with her new horseshoe, expertly fitted by Tobias earlier that day. But Sara had lost valuable time waiting for the farrier to finish his work and afternoon was stretching into evening now. She hurried her mount along as quickly as she knew the mare could handle and soon the walls were looming large in front of her.

The guards at the gate stopped her briefly but when they realised that she was a Knight of the Land they stepped aside politely. Although technically her rank held no power in the city as it was not a part of the queendom, the two states had been allies for so long that all Knights of the Land tended to be treated with great respect by the people of Eriport nonetheless.

Soon she found herself within the city walls and allowed herself to take in the sight for a moment. It was truly a magnificent settlement, with great stone buildings and wide cobbled streets. People scurried left and right and she watched them with interest a moment before finally realising that she was probably blocking part of the main street. She moved on, wondering where she should go to start looking for the noble daughter she was searching for. She only knew that the woman's name was Chloe, and that she had red hair and blue eyes.

The first thing to catch her eye, however, was an inn near the front gate. It looked reasonable enough and Sara moved Snowglide towards it. Whilst she did not want to waste her gold staying somewhere too expensive, at the same time she desired somewhere that was still relatively comfortable if she were to be here for a while. She had no idea how long her stay in Eriport would be. She would not leave until she found Chloe, or at least news on her whereabouts.

When she reached the tavern a stableboy ran out to take Snowglide's reins and Sara gave him a silver coin, as she was very generous. He thanked her and took her mare around to the rear of the tavern whilst Sara went inside. The place was fairly crowded and it took her a moment to attract the innkeeper's attention, but when the woman came over to her she was very polite. Sara rented a room for the night and secured a promise from the innkeeper that it would remain hers for as long as she could pay three gold coins every evening. Sara grumbled to herself about how expensive that was but she did not think she would find a better deal elsewhere. Eriport was a city, after all, and taverns in cities tended to be very pricey.

After she had paid the innkeeper she took her packs and set them down in her rented room, before locking the door and heading back downstairs. Whilst it was only early evening she had not eaten properly all day and so resolved to have some food before heading back out into the city. After a brief dinner she was done and she left the tavern to make her first enquiries about the fate of Chloe the noble daughter.

Sara paused once she was on the street, not really knowing where she should go. She was also unsure whether to fetch Snowglide. The mare would be useful for getting around the city, but she also deserved a break after two days of hard riding and so Sara decided that she would let her horse rest for the night. She was quite capable of walking even in her armour.

Indeed, she almost enjoyed the looks that she drew. Some were of wonder and awe from the locals who did not see many Knights of the Land. The other looks were of a different nature and Sara suspected it had to do more with the fact that she was a beautiful woman and her armour, whilst very practical, still did not manage to completely hide her lovely body. She enjoyed those looks even more, unsurprisingly, and her magic cunt flared into life as she let her eyes wander in return. Most were from men, but a few were directed her way from other women, and Sara did not mind in the least.

For you see, Sara rather enjoyed the company of women. Whilst her appetites leant far more often towards a nice hard cock stuffing her pussy, there were occasions when she yearned to taste another woman's cunt and feel a feminine form pressed up against her. She did not get the urge often but always enjoyed it when she did, such as the time she had shared Sir Jeffrey with the wonderful heir to the throne Princess Isabel.

She walked through the city with her thoughts alternating between memories and fantasies of sex and more immediate concerns with how she was going to find out about the noble daughter she was searching for. It was when her mind wandered to Dayron and the previous night's exertions with him that she thought of the city guard, since he had said he wanted to join up with them. She figured that if Chloe had got into trouble regarding her family's ancestral sword, she might have made that known to the city guard whilst here. At the very least they might be able to offer her some directions and advice as to where to start looking.

It did not take her long to find a member of the city guard once she had decided to. It was a young man, barely out of his teens who greeted her when she approached. He seemed slightly flustered to be dealing with a knight despite the fact that her rank held no real power here.

Soon he was leading her to their headquarters in the city and after a brief walk she was shown through into the barracks.

"You'll find our captain up there," the man said, bowing. He gestured up a set of stairs.

Sara thanked him and climbed the stairs. Although this was clearly the barracks of the city guard and thus off-limits to citizens, no one seemed to mind about her being here. She knew she was not the first knight to have visited Eriport so it would not have surprised her if there was an understanding to allow Knights of the Land to enter and leave the barracks like a guard in the watch.

When she reached the door, she knocked. She waited until a voice inside called and stepped inside. A woman was sitting behind a large desk with a pile of parchment in front of her, furiously scribbling with a feathered quill. She looked up at Sara as she entered and her eyes went wide.

When she stood up, clearly slightly flustered, Sara's eyes went wide too. The woman was utterly gorgeous.

The woman moved round the desk, bowing quickly. "Forgive me, Dame Knight, I did not know that I would have such esteemed visitors. I am Naomi, and captain of the city watch." She reached Sara and thrust out a hand.

Sara took Naomi's hand and shook it, not able to stop her eyes wandering over the captain as she did so. She stood about 5'8" tall, slightly shorter than Sara herself although not by much, and her straight brown hair was worn in a tight braided ponytail. She looked a good six or seven years older than Sara, and thus likely in her early-thirties, and utterly beautiful for it. Her hazel eyes regarded Sara with warmth and perhaps a little of something else. Her body was slender and luscious, its curves covered but not hidden by her tight-fitting leather armour marked with the symbol of Eriport that stretched over the swell of her large breasts.

After what Sara realised must have been a couple of seconds, she finally replied. "Do not trouble yourself with my visit, Captain. My position as a knight holds no power here, after all." She smiled.

"It may not hold any official power, but as a long-standing ally of your queendom, Eriport respects Knights of the Land. What brings you to my city?" Naomi said, waving Sara further into the room. She went to fetch a pitcher of wine, filling two goblets. Sara could only watch her move, her magic cunt flaring into life in the company of such a beautiful woman. And had she seen something similar in Naomi's hazel eyes?

"I am looking for a noblewoman from my lands. Her parents believe that she is somewhere here in the city, but as she has not returned home nor contacted them since she arrived they are worried for her safety."

Naomi's shoulders slumped slightly, and she sighed. Then she turned back to Sara with a wry grin, offering her a goblet of wine. "That girl has been nothing but trouble since she arrived. I presume you are looking for a woman named Chloe, yes?"

Sara took the offered drink and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I am. What trouble has she caused?"

"Oh, nothing unreasonable. I mean hassle more than anything," Naomi laughed. "She arrived here just under a month ago, though she did not make herself known until a fortnight ago. I suspect she was enjoying her newfound freedom in a foreign land before that." Naomi's eyes twinkled. "She brought with her a very expensive, very beautiful family sword. It was stolen."

Sara's eyes went wide. "Stolen?" That would certainly explain why she hadn't contacted her parents. She was too embarrassed. "Can it be found?"

Naomi shrugged. "We have been looking, of course, but I'm afraid I must admit that it is low on our priorities when trying to keep the peace in a city. I suspect it has ended up in the warehouse district, kept under guard by one of the thieves guilds in the area. I'd love to get her sword back, especially since it would no doubt bring with it a haul of criminals and stolen property, but I have no idea where it is and I cannot spare the manpower to search for one item. Please do not take insult at this though, Dame Knight."

"Don't worry, I fully understand," Sara said. "You have more pressing concerns. I, however, do not. Would you be averse to me making some enquiries in your city?"

"Of course not, Dame Knight. You are welcome to do so, and if you require my men for anything do not hesitate to ask." Naomi's eyes scanned up and down Sara's body and she smirked. "I have no doubt they will jump at the chance to help you."

Sara was unsure whether there was an undercurrent to Naomi's words or whether it was just her magic cunt making her imagine things. She took another swig of wine to try and distract herself.

"Please, call me Sara."

"Very well, Sara. And you must call me Naomi. I am a fan of informality. Are you?"

Another moment of silence as Sara took a swig of wine from her goblet. She was not sure if Naomi was deliberately flirting with her, and she could not afford to make a fool of herself by mistaking the guard captain's intentions. It was very possible that Naomi was quite unaware that she was getting Sara so worked up, and had no ulterior motive at all. Sara tried to change the subject before her horniness got the better of her. "Do you know who it was that stole the sword?"

Naomi stifled a laugh in her goblet. "A handsome suitor, I believe. Your noblewoman had been enjoying herself with the young men of Eriport, and one of them took a shine to the sword. She woke up to find it missing and him gone." Then Naomi's smile changed, becoming more naughty as a glint entered her hazel eyes. "Then again, I can hardly blame her. There is something very exciting about sampling the delights of foreign men."

Sara did not get the chance to think about her response. Instead, her magic cunt spoke for her, answering before she could realise what it was that she was saying.

"And what of foreign women?"

Naomi's grin broadened and she lowered her goblet, her voice growing sultry. "If I did not know better, Dame Sara, I would think that you were flirting with me."

Sara didn't answer. Instead she simply stepped closer to the brunette and started to kiss her. Naomi seemed surprised a moment before starting to kiss back and soon it had grown passionate. Sara's magic cunt flared at the thought of spending some time with another woman and she let her hands rove over Naomi's body through her leather armour.

Eventually their kiss broke and Naomi gazed back at Sara with obvious desire. Then she reached for her chestpiece and tugged it over her head. Sara's breath caught at the sight of her perfect big tits coming free of the tight armour and she could not help but grasp the globes. There was nothing quite like a lovely pair of breasts filling the hands.

Naomi seemed keen to achieve the same thing and she hurriedly stripped Sara of her armour. Soon Sara was completely naked and with a quick loosening of Naomi's leather pants, the brunette joined her in her nudity.

They kissed again and Sara enjoyed the feel of Naomi's soft body pressed against her. She let her fingers wander over the guard captain's feminine form until at last they came to the wetness between her thighs. She pressed her palm flat against Naomi's cunt and enjoyed the woman's moan.

Naomi seemed to take that as a challenge and soon had her own hand playing deftly with Sara's pussy. Sara enjoyed her touch and her magic cunt yearned for more. Realising that she had best give in to its demands, she quickly pulled Naomi to the floor and rolled her onto her back. Then she positioned herself between the brunette's legs. Seconds later, she had buried her face in the her lover's pussy.

The guard captain cried out as Sara's tongue found her folds, immediately beginning to work on her dripping cunt. Sara reached up at the same time to fondle her lover's sensitive big tits, squeezing the globes as her lips and tongue pleasured the woman's pussy. Soon Naomi was rubbing her hips against Sara's face until at last she came hard, her juices leaking out around Sara's probing tongue.

When the brunette finally climbed down from her orgasm she sat upright, pulling Sara in for another kiss. Then she rolled over so that Sara was on her back with the guard above her. Naomi grinned wickedly as she kissed down Sara's body, before pushing Sara's legs apart and leaning forwards.

Sara cried out as the woman's lips found the ones between her legs, immediately causing intense pleasure to wash through her. Naomi was clearly no novice at eating pussy and it did not take long for Sara to be charging towards release. She could feel her tunnel narrowing and when Naomi pushed a finger inside of her magic cunt she moaned out loudly.

With her free hand Naomi reached upwards, grasping Sara's breasts as she had done to the guard captain moments earlier. The feeling of her fingers sinking into the soft flesh and playing with her nipples pushed Sara closer and closer to release. Soon she was rubbing her hips back against the guard captain's face.

"I'm going to come," she moaned, and her lover stared back at her with glee in her hazel eyes. Sara swore that Naomi's tongue pressed harder against her pussy then, her two fingers still pumping into Sara's magic cunt. Her pleasure grew, then crested. The moment arrived.

"I'm coming!" she cried out, pleasure overtaking her as pulses of bliss raged through her. She twitched, her eyes rolling back as Naomi lapped at her pussy, letting her ride out the intense climax.

It took a long time for her pleasure to fade, but eventually it did, and Sara slumped back onto the floor with a satisfied giggle. Naomi kissed her inner thighs, then up her body, grinning at Sara before pressing her lips against hers.

"Welcome to Eriport, Dame Sara."



Dame Sara and the Heir Ch. 05



Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, hurried back to the barracks of the City Watch. It was morning, and before she and Naomi had parted the night before the captain of the watch had promised to take her to see Chloe, the noblewoman she was in Eriport to search for.

Soon she had reached the building and found Naomi, the woman grinning at Sara as she saw her approach. No doubt the brunette was remembering the way Sara had made her come the evening before. Sara also smiled at the memory, her magic cunt throbbing with desire even now. She had not had sex this morning and knew she would not be able to ignore her growing horniness all day, but she was not yet so desperate that it would cause problems. She knew she had to speak to Chloe and find out how to help before she could spend time addressing her own personal desires.

"Good morning, Dame Knight," Naomi said with a bow.

Sara bowed, too. "Good morning, Captain."

They left the building, engaged in idle conversation whilst Naomi filled Sara in on the rest of the details about Chloe's stay here in Eriport. Some she had been told the night before but it never hurt to be reminded. It seemed that Chloe had arrived just under a month ago as her parents had said, and had immediately set about enjoying her newfound freedom by bringing a different man back to her room every night. Both Sara and Naomi agreed that there was nothing wrong with that but her problem had been that one of those lovers had stolen her ancestral family sword. Chloe had been far too embarrassed to return home without it and so had reported the theft to the city guard and was remaining in the city pestering the watch until the weapon was found and returned to her.

It seemed to Sara that Naomi found the young noblewoman more than a little irritating. Whilst the captain of the watch fully sympathised with her plight, she could not afford to spend all her manpower looking for a single sword when she had a city to keep in order. Instead, she had to deal with requests by Chloe every day or two asking for updates. It seemed that Chloe had also asked for a permanent guard to be posted to her room in the tavern in case the thief came back to try and steal more.

"Did you let her have one?" Sara asked, raising an eyebrow.

Naomi sighed. "I had to. Denying her the guard was more trouble that it was worth. I think it's pointless, personally, since that thief is never going to come back, but she is not going to be swayed."

"Is someone there now, then?"

"Yes. Today was Jayson's turn to guard her. I only hope that he actually is guarding her."

Sara was unsure by what Naomi meant but did not decide to press matters further. Soon they had reached the tavern in which Chloe was staying and Sara whistled in amazement. It was very luxurious, and clearly far more expensive than the inn in which Sara herself was staying. And given that she was paying three gold coins a night for her bed Sara could only cringe at how expensive a place such as this would be. Still, Chloe was nobility and would therefore have more money than she knew what to do with. The expense of the tavern would probably mean nothing to her.

She dismounted Snowglide, handing the stablegirl a silver coin. Naomi dismounted her own horse but did not tip the stablegirl, but as a member of the City Watch Sara knew she was not expected to. If the guards tipped every stableboy and stablegirl during their rounds the City Watch would be bankrupt within a year. They went inside.

Naomi greeted the innkeeper and immediately began to climb some stairs at the rear of the tavern. Clearly the owner was well-used to the presence of the City Watch since Chloe had stayed here and he did not complain. When they reached the top of the stairs, Naomi sighed.

"And sadly, I am disappointed."

Sara came to stand next to her, looking around then raising an eyebrow. "At what, Naomi?"

The brunette pointed at an ornate door at the end of the corridor. "Do you see anything, Sara?"

Sara pursed her lips. "There's no guard."

"Exactly. There is no guard. Jayson is not doing his job." She started to march towards the door. "Instead, he is doing your dear noblewoman. Again."

"Again?" Sara asked, hurrying to keep up with the stalking guard captain. At the edges of her hearing she could hear moans and grunts of pleasure, clearly coming from behind the door. It proved Naomi right, but it also set Sara's cunt aflame.

"He was posted here a week ago, until I caught him forgoing his duties in favour of being ridden by our dear Chloe." She shook her head. "I actually gave him some leeway. Chloe is a very good-looking young woman, and Jayson is a handsome, skilled man."

"You sound like you speak from experience, Naomi," Sara quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

They reached the door and her companion turned to her and grinned. "Of course I do. But for all the times I have welcomed Jayson's cock inside me, it was never when we were on duty. Or, at least, not often anyway." She grinned. "But I am the captain of the watch, so certain privileges are allowed of me. Yet I told him he was not to let himself be drawn into her bedchamber whilst on duty again. At any other point, he was free to fuck her as often as he wished, but when he was supposed to be standing guard outside her door then he better damn well be standing guard outside her door."

"Let me guess, he wasn't?" Sara said. Inside the room the sounds of passion were growing ever-louder. It was clear that the lovers were reaching the peak of their pleasure.

"I came back the following day to find them in exactly the same situation. He was relegated to the night watch for seven days, until I gave him another chance this morning. It seems I was mistaken in doing so. He's a good soldier, but it's clear that Chloe is just too much of a temptation."

Naomi paused then, fishing out a key from her pack and silently unclicking the lock on the door. She waited a few seconds longer, until the grunts inside the room signalled that both lovers were moments away from climaxing.

Then she threw open the door and stomped in.

Sara followed, her eyes opening wide at the sight that greeted her. A stunning red-headed woman in her early-twenties, slender yet busty, stared at Naomi with her blue eyes wide with horror. She was on all-fours and her large tits swayed on her chest as she was fucked from behind. Clearly, that was Chloe.

As for her lover, he looked immediately sheepish, withdrawing his hard cock that glistened with Chloe's juices and leaping for his uniform as if he could somehow dress himself in the past and avoid Naomi's steely glare. Jayson, evidently. His messy blonde hair and toned, muscular body made Sara's cunt flare with desire and the horniness that flooded through her was not abated by the sight of his hard cock and gorgeous green eyes. He was probably around 6'3" tall and around Sara's age in his mid-twenties.

"Captain, I was just-" he started, until Naomi cut him off with an angry flick of her wrist.

"You were just about to come, yes. I could hear. I warned you about getting distracted on duty and you have disobeyed me again. Could you not have waited the five hours it would take for your shift to finish?"

He stood there silently, accepting his dressing down.

Then Naomi turned to Chloe. "This woman is a Knight of the Land, sent by your parents, Chloe. They are worried about you."

Chloe's eyes went wide with horror for a second time and she snatched up a blanket to cover herself.

"Dame Knight, welcome," she stammered. "My parents sent you?"

Sara nodded. "They did, Chloe. They are worried about you. You have not contacted them since you arrived."

The redhead looked around nervously. "Well, you see..." She trailed off.

"Your sword has been stolen, yes. I know," Sara said. "Captain Naomi told me all there was to know. I am here to help you get it back, so that you can return home."

Chloe looked shocked. "To help me?"

"Of course, Chloe. I am a Knight of the Land. It is my duty to do so."

Naomi stepped forwards. "And that is why we had to interrupt, I'm afraid. Jayson here has a contact in the warehouse district, and I need him to introduce the man to Dame Sara."

Sara turned to her. "You do?"

"A member of the City Watch cannot infiltrate the packs of thieves that operate in the warehouse district. They know our faces. But you are new here and have not been in town long enough to be recognised. You can do it, and find the missing sword."

"A good idea," Sara nodded. She turned to Jayson. "Very well. I am ready."

The man had finished dressing, and he turned to Naomi. "I am sorry for letting you down again, Captain. I shall show Sara to my contact, then report to the barracks and await a punishment that you see fit."

"Good," Naomi said in response. "Show Dame Sara to the warehouse district when she is ready. Wait outside until then."

The man nodded and left. As Sara turned to follow him, Naomi caught her arm.

"If I know Jayson, he'll be pent up with frustration at not being allowed to come," she said with a wicked grin. "I saw the way you were looking at him, Sara. You have my permission to fuck him, if you so wish." The guard captain giggled, then turned to Chloe. "And Chloe, what am I going to do to convince you to stop trying to fuck my men?"

She stepped towards the noblewoman and Chloe, who was clearly still horny and aroused, smiled naughtily. Sara decided to leave them to it, though her magic cunt was practically aflame with lust at the thought of Naomi instead helping to relieve Chloe's desire where Jayson had been interrupted.

She hurried downstairs to find Jayson waiting for her. As she approached she noticed his eyes scanning up and down her body and his jaw clenching. Naomi was right that he was clearly still very horny. Sara did not blame him.

"Shall I show you to the warehouse district?" he asked, mounting up as his horse was brought round from the rear along with Snowglide.

"First you will accompany me to my tavern room, and fuck me," Sara said simply, unable to contain her lust any more.

Jayson looked stunned. "Dame Knight? Are you sure?"

"Very sure. Your captain will not know, and the sight of you and Chloe has me more horny than you can imagine. You were placed under my command, Jayson, and my order is that you fuck me. Of course, I will not enforce it if you do not want me to."

Jayson just nodded, clearly awestruck. Sara giggled and before long they were outside Sara's tavern. She dismounted, tipping the stableboy who ran out, and practically dragged Jayson inside after her.

Seconds later, she had tugged him into her room and locked the door, then turned to face him with a wicked grin. Then she kissed him.

Jayson kissed her hungrily back, his pent-up frustration from being interrupted with Chloe bursting free at Sara's teasing. His tongue pushed into her mouth and Sara moaned back, wrapping her arms around his neck. She felt his hands slip beneath her armour, trying to find the knots.

She didn't stop him as he unhooked her chestplate, pulling it free from her body. The rest of her armour soon followed and soon she was standing naked. Jayson stared at her nude body with lust burning in his eyes.

"I might not be as hot as Chloe," she said modestly, running one finger down Jayson's chest. "But unlike with her, no one will interrupt you before you finish. You can fuck me until you come inside me."

"You're just as hot, Dame Sara," Jayson murmured in response, kissing her again. She let her fingers deftly undress him as he did so and soon his leather armour was discarded on the floor. She broke the kiss to stare hungrily at his naked body, her magic cunt throbbing at the thought of him been buried inside her.

It seemed Jayson had similar thoughts as he pushed her onto the bed. She landed on the soft mattress and immediately he was on top of her, kissing her again. Then the kiss was broken and he slowly moved down her body, stopping at her big tits to squeeze and lick them, sucking her nipples into his mouth as he played with the globes. Sara moaned, the sound growing even louder when he finally moved his attentions further down her body, pushing her thighs apart and burying his face between her legs.

"Oh fuck, Jayson," Sara moaned as the blonde warrior pressed his tongue against her folds.

It didn't take long before he was devouring her with passion, his lips and tongue dancing over her sensitive pussy. He teased her lips and clit, kissing and licking them, bringing her ever-closer to orgasm. Then he slid one hand towards her cunt and she sobbed out in pleasure as he pushed two fingers inside of her. When he started to pump them she couldn't resist pushing herself back against his face, urging him in deeper.

Moments later she came hard, a cry drawn from her lungs as her magic cunt spasmed around his probing fingers and her blue eyes rolled back. Her juices leaked out around his face, and she twitched in the throes of a powerful climax.

When it had passed she stared down at him hungrily, pleased to note a similar look of desire still burning in his eyes. She might have come, but her magic cunt was far from satisfied. It desperately wanted him inside of her.

To that end she pushed herself slightly further up the bed, then twisted round, moving to all-fours. She turned her head and wiggled her ass at him, grinning wickedly.

"I believe this is how you were fucking Chloe when myself and your captain rudely brought proceedings to an end. I might not be her, but would you like to carry on where you left off anyway?"

Jayson only growled, climbing onto the bed and grasping his thick cock. Sara let her torso slump slightly in pleasure as she felt his member pressing against her folds, then threw her head back with a loud moan as he pushed inwards. He sank deeper, stretching her full, every inch sending another thrill through her.

Soon he was buried to the hilt inside her sensitive pussy and he started to thrust with a groan of his own. Whilst he started slowly and gently before long his pace had picked up. Sara enjoyed the way her body swayed with each impact of her lover's hips. Her big tits shook beneath her and her blonde hair fell messily about her face.

"You pussy feels so good, Dame Knight," the guard growled.

Sara moaned, pushing herself back against his thrusts. "Then fuck me hard!" she cried.

Jayson seemed to accept that challenge and his thrusts increased in potency yet again. She could feel his balls slapping against her clit as he fucked her and her pleasure built quickly. Her magic cunt narrowed on his cock and she knew that she wasn't far away.

"I'm going to come, Jayson. I'm going to come..." she whimpered, her climax cresting. From the way his breathing grew more ragged she could tell he was near too.

Then he cried out, his cock twitching inside of her and she knew he was finally coming. From the sound of the groan drawn from his lungs and the way his hands gripped her hips she guessed it was one of the most potent orgasms of his life, though that did not surprise her. Her magic cunt always made sure of that.

She did not have long to think about that though because moments later her own climax arrived. Sara screamed out her pleasure as she came hard, her body twitching with overwhelming pleasure.

At last they were both finished and Jayson pulled his deflating member from her cunt with a groan of contentedness. Sara giggled and rolled over to grin at him.

"Are you glad you finally got to come?" she winked.

Jayson laughed, then nodded. "Most definitely."

Sara's smile broadened when she heard the midday bell sound loud through Eriport.

It was time to meet their contact.



Dame Sara and the Heir Ch. 06



Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, strode into the warehouse district with Jayson. It was already mid-afternoon and the place was packed with people. The crowds parted for a member of the City Watch and a Knight of the Land, however, but Sara hoped they did not draw too much attention.

Yet she could do nothing about that now. Instead she walked briskly on, following Jayson's lead until he stopped outside a rather run down building, part of a row of six side-by-side. He looked around, then knocked on the door. After a few moments there was the scraping of a bar being lifted and the door opened. An elderly man eyed them suspiciously for a while before finally waving them in.

Jayson stepped through and Sara followed, and before she knew it they were climbing a set of stairs to the upper floor of the building. She wondered where she was being led.

At the top of the stairs was a corridor and Sara realised that it ran the length of all the buildings. Clearly these were designed to be more luxurious and secure than they seemed on the outside. Jayson knocked on one door and they waited. A lock unclicked and then the door was opened. Jayson stepped through and Sara followed, her eyes opening wide at what she saw.

It was a small abode but a very pleasant one, which surprised her given how the building looked on the outside. Everything was neat and clean and there was a certain amount of ornamentation that spoke of the wealth of its owner. Clearly whoever lived here did well enough for themselves even if they weren't quite rich.

"It is good to see you again, Jayson," said a smooth voice behind her. "And who is your friend?"

Sara turned to the source of the voice and almost gasped. An incredibly handsome man smiled pleasantly back at her, his medium-length brown hair worn loose but for two braids falling by his temples. Green eyes regarded her warmly and he was probably about 5'9", and lithely built. Yet it was his pointed ears that drew Sara's attention. They were not large enough to mark him out as an elf, so that made him a half-elf. He wore a simple brown tunic and tan pants with black boots.

Jayson nodded at the half-elf and smiled. "And it is good to see you too, Torvil." He gestured at Sara. "This is Dame Sara, a foreign knight here to help a visiting noble in this city. Sara, this is Torvil, my contact and esteemed friend here in the warehouse district."

Sara noticed Torvil's eyes appreciatively taking in her figure. She did not mind though - in fact her magic cunt flared at the look in his eyes. Then he smiled at her. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Dame Sara. Forgive me for being so forward, but would you perhaps be looking for a sword?"

Sara gasped. "Yes, I am. How did you know?"

Torvil grinned and spread his palms wide. "Information is my business, my lady. I know a noblewoman from our allies to the south has lost a sword, and I can tell you herald from the same country. It is not hard to marry the two together. And why else would such a beautiful woman visit my abode?"

"Can you help us?" Jayson asked, sighing. "I must return to the barracks promptly, so I don't have time to watch you flirting with a knight, Torvil."

Torvil smiled cheekily. "I'm not flirting, Jayson. I'll save that for when you've gone." He grinned at Sara. "More seriously, I do know where your sword is. It is being held by a group of smugglers here in the warehouse district. The most dangerous, powerful and malicious of all the smugglers, in fact."

Sara grimaced. That was not the news she wanted. "Can it be reclaimed?"

"I think it probably can, yes. But it will be risky."

"I'm a Knight of the Land. I can handle risk," Sara smiled. "What do you need me to do?"

Torvil strode past her to the window, staring out. "The only way to get into the warehouse is to be invited in. The doors are otherwise kept locked. On top of that, the plundered wares are kept in a storeroom rigged with oil and flame. Even if someone could break past the locks, the stolen goods would be destroyed before they could save them."

Jayson whistled. "A dangerous set up indeed. Do you need my help?"

"I do not think so," Torvil said. "To get Sara inside will require me taking her to meet the captain of the smuggling group, and convincing him to let her join. You will not be able to accompany us, Jayson. I suggest you return to the barracks, so I will know where to find you if I must."

"Is that alright with you, Sara?" Jayson said.

Sara nodded. "It is. I will be fine. I must recover this sword, and I will succeed."

"Very well, Dame Knight," Jayson said, moving to the door. Then he bowed. "Good luck."

He stepped out, shutting the door behind him, leaving Sara alone with Torvil. She turned to him and smiled. "So what's the plan?"

"Exactly as I said," the half-elf shrugged. "I will take you to see the captain, pretending you are a mercenary from the south. You'll have to play along with the deception but the man is so desperate for new recruits that he'll probably hire you. He's been taking on anyone with a sword arm recently. From there, you'll be able to get inside the warehouse and find your sword."

Sara moved over to stand next to Torvil and stare out of the window. He was inch or so shorter than her but that did not bother her.

Torvil revealed that he would have to take Sara to see the captain the following day, as he would have to set the meeting up and would not have time now. Sara did not mind - she was grateful that the half-elf was taking the time to help her at all, even though she guessed he was being paid by the City Watch.

The evening stretched on as they talked. Sara found Torvil to be intelligent and quick-witted as well as incredibly good-looking and despite his dubious morals she knew he was on her side in this. All the time they spoke she noticed he could not keep his eyes from her and that in turn made her horniness grow. She had only had sex once that day and knew that she would need to find release another time or her lust would overcome her.

After they had been speaking for a while, Torvil brought up the issue of her armour. It was far too noteworthy, expensive and mithril, and she would not be able to pass for a mercenary whilst wearing it.

"What do you suggest?" Sara said, pursing her lips as she stared at her attire. She liked her armour.

"I fear you will have to wear something less imposing," Torvil shrugged. "Do you have anything of the sort?"

Sara shook her head.

"Then I will procure you some," Torvil said, smiling. He left the abode before Sara could stop him.

She waited for what seemed like an hour until evening had well and truly rolled in before Torvil returned. He grinned at her, passing her a pack. Inside she found a set of leather armour.

"How did you get this?"

"I borrowed it," the half-elf shrugged. "No, genuinely, I did. The armourer in these parts owed me a favour. I'll have to return it, so please try not to get stabbed and mess it up."

Sara laughed, taking the armour out. It was nice. Not as nice as her mithril suit of armour, of course, but far more inconspicuous. "I suppose I should try it on."

"I will leave you to your privacy," Torvil bowed.

"Nonsense," Sara said. "I'm not getting naked. I have nothing to hide." Then she started to undress, unhooking the knots to her armour and removing it. Soon she was standing in only her underclothes and she could feel Torvil's eyes drinking in the sight of her even if he pretended that he wasn't.

She pulled on the new armour, finding that it was a perfect fit. She had to admit, it was very comfortable, and she actually rather enjoyed the way it highlighted her luscious figure. Her mithril armour did not do much to conceal her curves, but this armour made them even more apparent.

"What do you think?" she said, turning to Torvil.

"I think it looks good on you, and no one will know that you are a knight," he said.

"Good." With that, she removed the armour again, until she was once again standing in her underclothes. She turned to Torvil and grinned. He was staring at her with barely-concealed lust. She knew her magic cunt would not permit her to turn down this opportunity.

"You look... fascinated, Torvil."

He shook his head in wonder. "I apologise, Sara. It is not every day a beautiful knight undresses in my home."

Sara stepped towards him. "I'm not undressed, Torvil, though I could be if you wanted. Yet tell me, how often does a beautiful knight not only undress in your home, but then let you fuck her there?"

Torvil grinned. "Not often enough."

"Well let's do something about that," Sara murmured back, then kissed him. Torvil kissed her back and soon his hands were pulling her underclothes from her body. She let him slide the garments off, enjoying the way he groaned when her big tits spilled free. He grabbed the globes squeezing them with delight and Sara took the opportunity to start undressing him in return. Soon they were both naked, kissing passionately with their bodies pressed together.

Then Torvil grasped her shoulders, guiding her towards the large bed in the corner of the room. With a gentle shove he pushed her down onto it and Sara climbed slightly further up and stared at the half-elf with lust. His cock was already standing proud and she was desperate to have it inside of her.

Torvil clearly had other ideas though, and he climbed onto the bed to kiss his way down her body. Then he reached her legs, pushing her thighs apart to reveal her pussy which she knew was already soaking wet. He leaned forwards and pressed his tongue against her cunt, slowing licking upwards.

"Oh fuck," she said, reaching out to grab a handful of Torvil's brown hair. His green eyes stared into hers as he went to work on her pussy, licking and kissing her folds. Soon her pleasure was growing and Sara was rubbing her hips back against his face, smearing her juices over his tongue and chin. Torvil did not seem to mind - indeed, the half-elf only licked at her cunt more passionately. With a rapturous cry, she came hard, and Torvil delicately lapped at her clit to help her ride through the orgasm.

Yet it was not enough for her magic cunt, Sara knew. She yearned for more. To that end she placed her hands on Torvil's cheeks, guiding him towards her and kissing him deeply. When he was on top of her she wrapped her arms around him and rolled over so that he lay beneath her. His hands slid up her sides, exploring her body, and Sara moaned loudly as they found and cupped her big tits.

Yet she did not stay that way for long. Instead, she spun around so that she was facing his feet, his hard cock sticking up proudly. She moaned at the sight of it, reaching out to wrap her fist around it and enjoying the way Torvil groaned as she did so. Then she lifted her hips, angling them with his member, and settled down.

She sobbed out in pleasure as his cock slipped inside her cunt, filling her up. Slowly she lowered herself onto him, every inch of his member stimulating her sensitive pussy. When he was fully inside her she simply rested there a moment before starting to bounce her hips.

Torvil let his hands rove over her body whilst she rode him and Sara could not help but slowly increase the pace. Her lover did not seem to mind, however, and his groans of pleasure grew louder and louder as her speed increased. Soon her hips was crashing down against his, her entire body shaking with their sex.

"You feel so good, Sara," he growled, starting to meet her downward movements with thrusts of his own. Sara murmured something incoherent in reply, the pleasure that was building inside her too powerful to form proper responses.

She was so close, and she knew the moment was not far away. Torvil, too, seemed on the verge of climax, and his hands stopped roving over her slender body, instead slipping round to her front and cupping her large breasts. The feel of his fingers toying with her nipples was too much for Sara, and she came hard for the second time.

"I'm coming!" she shrieked, pleasure searing through her mind, her magic cunt clamping down on his probing cock. A shout was torn from Torvil's lungs seconds later and she knew he had joined her in release. From the way he was groaning she suspected he was coming harder than he ever had before and she knew that with the demon magic inside of her that was actually quite likely.

Their orgasms seemed to stretch out, but eventually they faded and Sara let herself slump back against Torvil. The half-elf fondled her breasts for a short while and kissed her neck before finally withdrawing his now-spent cock from her cunt.

"An excellent way to start our relationship, I feel," Torvil grinned.

Sara laughed as she settled down next to him. She could only agree, and within moments she was asleep.



Dame Sara and the Heir Ch. 07



Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, woke up in Torvil's bed having had a good night's sleep. A bout of passionate sex and comfortable bed usually meant she slept well, and last night was no exception.

What made the morning even better was the naked half-elf asleep next to her. Sara grinned as she saw the tent in the sheets made by her companion's morning wood, and her magic cunt throbbed with its usual morning desire.

From the noises of the city and the fact that she had not yet heard the first morning bell, Sara knew that it was still early. With that in mind she slowly slipped under the covers.

She moaned under her breath when she reached Torvil's hard cock, then parted her lips and sucked his head into her mouth. The half-elf moaned, shifting slightly in his sleep, and she ran her tongue along his sensitive tip.

He moaned again, clearly waking up, then the moan became a low chuckle. "Good morning to you too, Sara," he said with amusement before throwing the covers back and revealing her to him.

She didn't respond, merely continued to suck his cock. She brought her hands into play now that he was awake, letting her fists smear her spit over his shaft and pleasure the areas her mouth could not reach. Soon she was sucking him more forcefully, enjoying the half-elf's moans of pleasure.

"You'll make me come if you keep that up," Torvil groaned after a few minutes. "And I'm sure you have a better place for my seed in mind."

Sara giggled. "I certainly do," she murmured sultrily, pulling her head from his cock. She swiftly climbed his body, straddling his waist and kissing him deeply. Reaching down, she grabbed his member and guided it to her entrance, settling back onto it and letting him penetrate her pussy.

She moaned loudly at the feeling, and when he was fully inside her she sat more upright, placing her palms on his stomach and slowly grinding herself against him. He felt amazing inside her, and clearly his own pleasure mirrored hers. His green eyes glittered with both amusement and carnal delight.

"You seem to like riding me," Torvil grinned and Sara could only giggle in response, the sound turning into another long moan as a shiver of pleasure ran through her.

Slowly her pace grew until she had reached a steady rhythm. Her hips bounced on his, her magic cunt drawing in and releasing his wonderful cock. She slumped slightly, still riding him but now from a slightly different angle, her big tits swinging with the movement.

Torvil reached up to grasp the mounds, playing with them as he started to thrust too, his clouding eyes indicating how close he was to coming. Sara was not far off either and she kissed him frantically as the orgasm in her core slowly bubbled over.

Torvil broke the kiss the bellow out in pleasure and Sara knew he was coming. His cock twitched inside her and the knowledge that his seed was spraying into her womb pushed her over the edge too. Her eyes unfocused and she sobbed out as a huge climax burst inside her body, shivering all the way through to even her fingers and toes.

Afterwards, she kissed him deeply then climbed from his body.

"I hope you didn't mind me waking you up that way," she grinned.

Torvil laughed. "Do you think it's likely that I did?"

Sara smiled and watched as Torvil slipped from the bed.

"Still, it was good of you to wake me when you did. I must set up a meeting with captain of the smuggling ring. I will return when I am ready," he said, quickly dressing. "Try not to do anything too... knightly, whilst I am gone." He grinned at her before leaving.

Sara waited, lying in bed a while longer before finally deciding to get up. She did not like waiting. She busied herself, making sure to wash before dressing into her underclothes then the form-fitting leather armour. Again she was impressed by how snug it was and the way it revealed her figure. Still, she didn't think she'd ever prefer it to her mithril armour. She made sure that her usual armour and the Axe of the Mists were still safe.

Eventually Torvil returned. He smiled triumphantly at her. "I have succeeded. The captain will be in his usual tavern this afternoon. We will catch him there."

"Excellent. Thank you, Torvil."

"Now, in the meantime, I feel I should show you the warehouse from the outside," Torvil said.

Sara nodded. "A very good idea."

They left Torvil's house and soon Sara found herself crouched on the rooftop, staring at the warehouse across the wharf. She was not used to sneaking around and had to be very careful with her footing, unlike Torvil who seemed completely at home on the rooftops.

Her companion showed her all the entrances to the warehouse and she made a note of the patrol routes. It was not heavily guarded on the outside at least but Sara noticed that there were lookouts on every side that were clearly keeping an eye out for the city guard. She would need to deal with at least one of those lookouts to keep the smugglers blind on one side of the warehouse.

Sara and the half-elf watched the warehouse for a good while until the sun was lower in the sky and it was clear that it was later afternoon. Torvil pointed out the time and they decided to head to the tavern where they would find the captain of the smuggling ring.

Sara grimaced as they walked in. It was dark, dingy and the stink of violence of permeated the air. She would not have been surprised to see a fight breaking out at any moment.

"There he is," Torvil said, pointing to a man laughing loudly with a mug in his hand. He had a few men and women sitting around him and all were clearly at least a little tipsy.

Sara approached, and the man stopped laughing to look at her. He was older, probably in his late-fifties, and had a nasty glint in his eye. Sara shivered unpleasantly as that gaze flickered up and down her body.

He grinned. "And who is this?" he asked. "Come to entertain me, wench?"

Torvil appeared at Sara's side and coughed. "Not quite, Captain Reynolds. This is the mercenary I was talking about."

The man's eyes narrowed at Torvil, then moved back over to Sara. He snorted. "Very well." Then he turned to his companions. "I have business to attend to. All of you, fuck off!"

Sara did not think she had seen people leave so quickly but soon enough she found herself alone with this Captain Reynolds and Torvil. She sat down, and so did Torvil.

Captain Reynolds raised an eyebrow at Torvil. "Are you looking to join my operation too, Torvil? Finally decided to stop skulking in your little hovel?"

"I am quite happy in my hovel," Torvil smiled in response, clearly trying to keep things civil.

"Then you can fuck off, too. This is business now, Torvil. Go on, fuck off."

The half-elf glanced at Sara, then nodded and stood. "I'll expect a finder's fee, Reynolds."

"If she turns out to be any good, you'll get one, but not until then," the captain growled in response.

Torvil glared at him, then stormed out. Sara was impressed by how good an actor he was. Now it was her turn.

"So what do you want with my little operation?" Captain Reynolds said and Sara realised he was talking to her.

"I was hoping for a job, sir," she said simply.

"What skills do you have that we want?"

She gave him the backstory that Torvil and herself had come up with, that she was a mercenary from the south who was looking for work and that Torvil had suggested she talk to Captain Reynolds. They had decided that she choose a different name on the off chance that anyone here had heard of her exploits as a Knight Errant and so she chose the name Freya because she had always liked it.

The captain seemed to buy it, and Sara realised that Torvil was completely right when he said that the man was desperate for recruits. Sara was surprised at how successful his smuggling operation must be to force him to expand his workforce so quickly. Not that she could complain - it was getting her inside.

"Very well, Freya," Reynolds nodded. "I'll take you on. You start tomorrow morning. I'll send someone to fetch you from this tavern at the seventh bell. Be ready. I suggest you stay here tonight."

"Thank you, Captain Reynolds," she smiled, bowing, then stretching out her hand for him to shake it.

He looked at her hand with disdain. "I don't think so. Go away, and don't fuck up tomorrow." He stood and walked out of the tavern.

Sara was left stunned at his manner. Whilst she had hardly been expecting the head of a smuggling ring to be a charismatic charmer, she had been thinking he would be a little less boorish. Still, at least he wasn't hitting on her, which was a good thing.

She caught the innkeeper's eye, approaching him to ask to rent a room. Before she could he had thrust a key into her palm, however.

"A new recruit? I don't charge rates for those," he smiled, clearly nervous. Sara felt a little sorry for him - she got the impression he wasn't keen on having the smugglers use his tavern as a base, but there was probably not much he could do about it.

She took the key and thanked the man before heading upstairs. She found her room easily and unlocked the door before stepping inside. It was already evening and she considered going straight to bed, although she was horny enough that she would probably have to masturbate first.

"So how did it go?" said a familiar voice to her right and Sara jumped in surprise. She spun around to find Torvil grinning at her.

"Don't do that!" she laughed at the handsome half-elf, though she was not unhappy to see him. Torvil would provide her with the method of the release she was so craving. "It went well. I start tomorrow. You acted well."

Torvil smiled. "A lot of practice, I'm afraid. I just wanted to wish you luck, and find out what you wanted me to do."

Sara had an idea. She wanted him to slide his hard cock inside her cunt. But she knew he meant about the warehouse tomorrow.

"I want you to tell Jayson that I intend to distract or take out the guard on the east side of the warehouse - the side with the door closest to the storeroom. If he can get a group of guardsmen to that door by the ninth bell, he won't be spotted and I'll open the door. They can swarm in."

Torvil's eyes opened wide and he nodded, clearly impressed. "A brave plan, but it might just work. I will, of course, let Jayson know." He bowed. "And now I will leave you to sleep. I imagine you'll want a good rest before tomorrow."

Sara reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You don't need to leave just yet. First, I want you to fuck me."

"You're insatiable!" Torvil laughed, but the sound was silenced as Sara kissed him passionately. Her hands explored his body, quickly undressing him, and soon the half-elf was naked before her.

His own hands did not stay still, removing her leather armour piece by piece until she was as naked as he was. His palms cupped her big tits and squeezed them and she moaned into their kiss before breaking it and staring into his green eyes. 

Sara grinned wickedly as she sank to her knees, reaching out to grasp his member, and moaned as she felt his hard cock slip between her lips. She sucked down on his tip, enjoying his delighted groans as her tongue teased the undersides of his head. She brought her hands into play, pumping them on his rigid shaft.

Sara made sure to kiss and lick every inch of his member until it glistened with her saliva. Torvil threaded his fingers through her blonde hair and lightly pumped his hips back against her mouth. Sara did not mind - he wasn't being rough, and knowing it felt so good he couldn't keep still only served to further inflame her lust.

Soon she could take no more. She stood up, crushing herself against the half-elf and kissing him deeply. His hands wrapped around her as she did so, holding her against him, and his tongue pushed into her mouth. They moaned into the embrace.

Sara slipped her hand between their bodies, finding Torvil's hard cock and giving it another few pumps. He broke the kiss to gaze hungrily at her at the sensation. Sara grinned, letting go of his member and instead pushing him onto the bed.

She climbed on after him and threw a leg over his waist. Yet before she could settle down, Torvil had sat upright and wrapped his arms around her body. He rolled over suddenly, leaving Sara on her back and him perched above her.

Sara did not mind, particularly not when moments later he eased his cock into her magic cunt. Her tunnel gripped him as he stretched her full and Sara moaned loudly at the feeling of him sinking deeper. Soon she felt his balls pressing against her and knew he was fully inside of her.

That knowledge alone made her feel great but what felt even better was when he started to move. He thrust gently at first and Sara appreciated that, letting his cock glide into her. His cock stretched her full each time he pushed inwards and she couldn't contain the yelps that issued from her lungs. Torvil's face too was a picture of pleasure and he stared at her with desire, his green eyes shimmering with lust.

As his thrusts sped up a faint sheen of sweat began to form on his forehead. His face also started to flush and Sara found the sight incredibly hot. She rested her right hand on the bicep of his left arm, feeling the muscle moving beneath his skin, and let the fingers of her left hand trace down his toned chest.

The combination of his hot body and the feeling of his member slamming into her pussy had Sara quickly surging towards release. She could see the half-elf's green eyes clouding too and knew that he was not far away either.

"I'm going to come," she moaned, reaching up to hold his face.

Torvil stared back with rapidly-glazing green eyes. "Me too!" He groaned again, tossing his head. "Your pussy feels too good to hold back!"

"Then don't hold back!" Sara said, feeling her tunnel start to clench on his cock. "Fill me up!"

Torvil seemed to take her words to heart and seconds later he threw his head back and cried out. She felt his cock twitch inside her and knew that he was coming. The knowledge that he was pumping her full of his cum set her own orgasm off and her entire mind was subsumed by the extreme pleasure of her huge climax. Her limbs twitched as she came hard and Torvil shuddered through his own immense release.

When at last their orgasms were over, Torvil slumped down on top of her with a grin. She lay there, enjoying the feeling of his body against hers, until at last he rolled away. She stared at his lovely body as he climbed from the bed, then watched him dress.

"I should go," he said when he was fully-armoured. "If I'm caught here with you then your plan will fail."

Sara nodded sadly. "I agree."

"Take care today, Dame Knight. And if you ever need information from me again, then you know where to find me," he replied with a cheeky wink before slipping from the room.



Dame Sara and the Heir Ch. 08



Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, approached the warehouse with slight trepidation. She was a little nervous though that was not overly surprising. She may have been a Knight of the Land and quested bravely to retrieve the Axe of the Mists, but she had never done anything like this before. Yet, it was her duty as a knight to aid Chloe and retrieve the noblewoman's family sword, so Sara intended to see it through.

When she reached the warehouse a man stepped out, looked her up and down, then waved her through. Clearly, they knew she was coming. As she entered the warehouse she was struck by its size but before she could get a real handle on the place a loud shout caught her attention.

It was the captain from the day before. "Freya!" he shouted. "Come here."

She hurried over to him. "Good morning, captain," she smiled.

"Don't good morning me. You're a nothing, a nobody. You work for me now. We're not equals," he spat. "I'm assigning someone to work with you for the day, to make sure you're trustworthy. And don't try anything - he's one of the most skilled swordsman I've ever seen. He'll cut you in two if he has to." He waved over to a figure in the background. "Dayron! Come here."

Sara's eyes opened wide for a moment as she saw Dayron approach, but she quickly concealed her surprise. That was Dayron! What was he doing here? She could not believe he had deliberately decided to work for smugglers and criminals and yet it was quite clear that he was not here under duress. He seemed quite content with what he was doing.

When he saw her his own eyes widened. The captain noticed. "Is there something wrong, Dayron?" he asked, glancing between them. Then his face darkened. "Do you know this woman from somewhere?"

Dayron opened his mouth to speak. Sara knew she had to think of something, otherwise he might incriminate her by telling the truth about her position as a Knight of the Land and her real name. Yet Dame Sara was smart. She immediately had a plan. She cut him off by answering for him. "Forgive me captain, but Dayron and I... had a tryst a few nights ago. I did not know he worked for you."

"A tryst, eh?" The captain looked at her, then at Dayron. His glower became a grin, then he laughed heartily, clapping Dayron on the back. "Good man, Dayron! Freya's a fine-looking woman. I hope you fucked her good!" He laughed again.

"Freya?" Dayron began.

"You've forgotten my name already?" Sara interjected, knowing that Dayron might give her real identity away.

He tilted his head in confusion. "I-"

"You can tell me all about it later, boy," the captain said, cutting him off. "For now, show Freya round the warehouse, but keep it in your pants." He strode off still laughing.

Dayron looked stunned. Sara merely looked at him with a quizzical look on her face. At last he motioned for her to follow him and she walked beside him.

"What are you doing here, Sara? Or is it Freya, really?" he asked after a moment. "And why did you tell the captain about us having sex?"

Sara looked at him. "Because I couldn't have you telling him I was a Knight of the Land. That would ruin everything."

Dayron stopped walking and turned to her. "What do you mean? What would it ruin? Why are you hiding your noble position and your name? And what are you doing pretending to be a guard? Tell me, Sara. I deserve to know."

Sara sighed. "Do you know who you are working for, Dayron?" She desperately hoped he did not.

He furrowed his brow in confusion. "Just a trade company. They import goods from other kingdoms. What do they have of such interest to you?"

Inwardly Sara sighed with relief. Clearly Dayron was a naive fool, but he wasn't a criminal.

"They're smugglers, Dayron," she hissed. "They're thieves and murderers. Nearly everything here is stolen from someone, and you're helping their operation."

Dayron's eyes went wide with horror. "You can't be serious, Sara. I... I didn't know."

"I'm sure you didn't," she soothed. "I know you're not foul-hearted."

"I have to leave for the City Watch at once." He turned, preparing to march straight out of the warehouse.

Sara grabbed his arm. "No, Dayron. You can't. You'll ruin the whole operation. The City Watch are already alerted. They will be here by the ninth bell." She glanced around to make sure no one was listening. "There is a storeroom in this warehouse where they keep their most valuable goods. It is rigged with oil and flame. I need to disable that so that it does not go up in smoke. I need something from that room. Can you help me?"

Dayron listened intently, nodding along. He was clearly shocked by what he was being told but Sara was pleased to note his courageous and noble heart. He evidently had every intention of helping her now he knew the truth.

"I know the room you speak of," he said. "But we cannot get there easily. Yet... I think I have a plan."

"Oh?"

"The captain has taken a fondness to me. I'm quite sure it's simply because he sees my talent as a swordsman. Most of the guards here are quite crude in their skills, relying more on force and violent intent than talent."

"Because they're criminals."

Dayron nodded. "Which now makes complete sense. I had wondered how they managed to find employment as guards." He looked at her sadly. "I am sorry for joining a criminal organisation, Sara. I did not know I had."

She touched his arm. "I understand. If you help me now, I will make sure you are not punished by the City Watch."

"No, I deserve to be. Do not pull strings on my behalf," he said sternly. "Still, I can help you now, and take the punishment I have earned when the time comes. Follow me."

He led her to the rear of the warehouse, where a door opened out onto the wharf through which the boats docked full of their illicit wares. "Wait here. If anyone asks, I've posted you here on guard duty. So try and look, well, guardly."

Sara smiled at him. "And you?"

"I'm going to see about getting you into that room."

Then he walked off. Sara watched him go, hoping he didn't do anything stupid to try and atone for his mistake. She shook her head. As she took up position in the doorway she wondered how he'd fallen in with this smuggling ring and not realised it.

She stood there for a good while, watching the small boats bobbing in the water and the smugglers working on them scurrying about. Her mind wandered, and she grimaced as she felt a familiar throb in her magic cunt. She'd not been able to fuck anyone that morning, too preoccupied with preparing for the day ahead, and had been forced to get herself off before leaving for the warehouse instead. It provided temporary relief but as Sir Jeffrey had told her it was not as long-lasting as actually letting a nice hard cock slide inside her pussy.

Some of the smugglers would shoot her admiring glances from her position in the doorway, and not all of them were ugly. Some were very handsome indeed. Sara was grateful that her disgust for them as criminals was so strong - if she hadn't found their morals so repellent, she knew she'd probably be trying to find a way to lure one of them away to stuff her full of his cock. As it was, she kept a check on her horniness, and focused on her task.

It seemed an eternity for Dayron to return, but when he did he smiled at her. She tried to force all thoughts of sex from her mind, and partially succeeded. Enough to continue with the job at hand, at least.

"Any luck?" she said.

He grinned. "Yes. Come with me." He took her hand, which surprised Sara, and led her towards the rear of the warehouse. "I, um, told the captain I wanted to show you something in the storeroom."

Just then she heard a bellow from behind her. It was the captain. "Don't wear her out, Dayron!" he laughed. "I need Freya back on guard duty afterwards, and she needs to be able to stand." His booming laughter echoed through the warehouse.

Sara shuddered, then paused. "Wait, did you tell the captain that we...?"

Dayron blushed. "It was the best way of getting you in. I said I wanted to show you something in the storeroom. When he asked me what, I acted coy... and he took the insinuation I wanted. The man is a lecherous old fool, and on the condition I told him all about it afterwards, he gave me permission to bring you back here."

Sara's mind was almost lost in a hazy fog of lust at Dayron's words. The thought of letting him take her here, in the warehouse... she was so distracted that she did not at first realised that they had reached a large door, unguarded but clearly sturdy and locked. Dayron fished out a key. He opened it, then stepped inside. Sara followed and Dayron locked the door behind him.

Her eyes went wide as she took in the sight before her. The room was not overly large, but it was stacked to the rafters with loot. Valuable loot. Gems, gold, heirlooms, artwork - everything that could have some value attached to it seemed to be stored in here. The rest of the warehouse had common commodities piled high, things that would keep the operation ticking over but not generate huge profits. The money was in here. And there, right in front of her, was the sword she was looking for. It had the symbol of an owl marked into the hilt - the symbol of Opuk.

"The traps are here," she heard Dayron say, and she turned. Before him was an elaborate system of winches and pulleys, with ropes attached to numerous jugs of oil suspended above the ground. At one end rested a flickering and clearly magical flame. Sara was quite sure there would be no way to douse the fire. One rope was attached to the door, clearly set up so that anyone forcing entry would activate the system, although unlocking it seemed to have slackened that rope. Yet it was quite clear it could still be activated manually. Simply pulling one of the ropes would tip the oil all over the room, and the fire onto the oil. It would be an inferno.

"Wow," she breathed, impressed. A lot of work and forethought had gone into designing the system. She wondered how difficult it would be to disable. "How to we break it?"

"Easily," Dayron said. "The captain showed this to me the other day, boasting about how expensive it was. It is designed to be set off by pulling any number of these ropes, some of which extend to other parts of the warehouse. Only a select few people are giving permission to touch those ropes, and as he has taken a shine to me, he made me one of those people. That was why he was showing me."

Dayron reached up, grabbing a rope and bringing it to him delicately. Sara grimaced as the jugs of oil wobbled at the rope growing tauter. "It is totally protected from being tampered with outside of this room. But it has a severe weakness." He pulled a small knife from his pocket and sliced through the material. The rope went slack immediately. "No one expected it to be disabled from the inside." He grinned, grabbing the next rope.

Sara watched on as Dayron slowly but surely sliced through every rope in the room, leaving none attached to the system of pulleys. Within a minute, the entire system was rendered useless.

"And we're done," he said, pocketing the knife again and smiling at her. "There will be infernos here. Shall we head back outside?"

Sara shook her head. Watching Dayron working had only brought her lust back with a vengeance. And now that the stolen goods were saved, she had nothing to distract her from her horniness.

"So what was it exactly that you told the captain we were doing in here, Dayron?" she said low, stepping towards him. "That you were going to fuck me?"

He blushed again. "Well, yes."

"And are you?"

"Are you suggesting what I think you are?"

Sara reached him, grabbing his face. "Well, we're all alone in here, aren't we? And I'm so desperately horny, Dayron. I mean, if you don't want to fuck me, then fine..."

She giggled to herself when Dayron crushed his lips against hers, wrapping his arms around her body. Immediately his hands were on her armour, undoing the knots to the tight leather and it wasn't long until her big tits spilled free into his waiting grasp. Sara moaned as he played with her nipples for you see she was highly sensitive and loved the feeling.

He continued undressing her and she did the same until they were both naked in the locked storeroom. She stepped over to a nearby crate and lifted herself onto it, her legs dangling over the side and gestured Dayron over.

He moved over and played with her tits whilst he kissed her passionately, then suddenly pulled away and dropped to his knees. Sara watched on with lust as he pushed apart her legs and started to hungrily feast on her magic cunt. She moaned loudly.

She bucked her hips against his face, smearing her juices against his cheeks, but he did not seem to mind. Instead he reached out to hold her ass firmly, keeping his tongue pressed against her folds as he pleasured her. Sara could feel her pleasure building and it did not take long for her orgasm to hit, filling her mind with bliss as her limbs twitched in climax.

Yet even after she had come she knew she was not done. She guided Dayron to his feet, kissing him passionately again. He seemed to know what it was she wanted and he grabbed his hard cock, angling it with her waiting cunt.

"I need you to fuck me now," she whispered, staring lustfully into his brown eyes. She reached up to hold his face.

Dayron nodded, clearly desperate for the same thing. "Of course, Sara." Then he pushed inwards, groaning loudly as his cock slipped inside her.

Sara could not keep quiet, either, and she whimpered in pleasure at the sensation of his hard member stretching wide her pussy. He felt so good inside her, the feeling growing even more intense when he started to move his hips. He was slow at first, maintaining eye contact with her as his hips gently moved, but as their passion grew so did his speed.

Soon he was thumping his hips against hers, the entire crate rocking with the force of his thrusts. Sara wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him again, their moans and groans muffled by each other's mouths. She could feel her orgasm getting closer and she broke the kiss.

"I'm going to come..." she whispered.

Dayron clearly wasn't far off either given the way his eyes had clouded and his jaw set. Moments later, his eyes rolled back and he bellowed out in pleasure. Sara felt his cock twitch inside her and knew that he was coming inside her.

That knowledge set her off too and her orgasm hit. Her magic cunt clamped down on Dayron's cock, spasming along its length as she came hard around his cock. Pleasure seared through her mind and she was lost in bliss for what seemed an age.

Eventually, however, it had faded. Dayron kissed her tenderly then slowly withdrew his cock. He stood up, grinning, before reaching for his armour.

"We should probably get back out there," he said, laughing.

Sara nodded, her horniness temporarily sated and her mind back on the task at hand. "Yes, there's work to be done yet."



Dame Sara and the Heir Ch. 09



Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, glanced around the warehouse. Half an hour had passed since she and Dayron had disabled the security system in the storeroom, preventing the threat of the warehouse being set aflame. Now it was almost time for the final part of her plan.

Dayron had put her on guard duty on the eastern side. Then she'd told him to leave, to retreat to her tavern room and wait for her there so as not to get caught up in the raid that would follow. She hoped he'd listened - she'd not seen him around the warehouse since, at least.

There was one other guard on the door with her, which was locked. Dayron had also given her his key before leaving, and she carefully made sure that it was still in her pocket. The ninth bell would not be far away and that was when she needed to open the door to let the City Watch in.

She turned to the other guard. The man smiled back at her.

"New here?" he asked.

She shrugged. "I guess so. Why?"

"You look tense, is all. Not used to the shady life?" He laughed.

Of course, the man did not know the real reason Sara was tense and she had no intention of telling him. He was a criminal like all the others. "You don't mind the work?"

He looked at her with curiosity. "Not at all. Why would I? I don't know the rich idiots we steal from." He narrowed his eyes. "Why? Do you?"

His hand flicked to the pommel on his sword. "I don't think you're to be trusted."

But Sara was not stupid. She would not have got into an argument that could jeopardise her whole plan without good reason. With the guard distracted she lunged for the door, hoping that she had got the time right.

She had. Just as she hauled open the lock the ninth bell rang. The other guard shouted, trying to grab her, but she was too strong and the door flew open. Before the criminal knew what was happening at least thirty members of the City Watch had rushed in through the doors. One of them grabbed him and put their hand over his mouth so he could not shout for help as they hauled him outside, under arrest.

Jayson followed up at the rear of the group, shouting orders, then noticed Sara. He smiled, jogging to stand next to her. "Good work, Dame Knight. The City Watch can handle it from here."

The guardsmen and women rushed into the warehouse, and shouts went up all around. Sara knew that the City Watch would be fine though, their superior training and arms when compared to a bunch of criminal smugglers would see them through. Suddenly Captain Reynolds, head of the smugglers, burst into sight, his eyes wide with shock as he ran headlong for one of the ropes that set off the trap system in the storeroom. He reached it just as two members of the City Watch apprehended him but he still managed to wrap his fist around the rope and tug it hard.

"Fools!" he shrieked. "Now everything will burn and you'll have nothing!"

But nothing burnt. The rope fell slack in his hand and he screamed in rage as he realised his trap had failed. The two guardsmen wrestled him to the ground, hauling him out of the warehouse. Then his eyes fell to Sara.

"You! Freya! You betrayed me!" he shouted, spittle flying from his mouth in pure hatred. "You bitch!"

Sara narrowed her eyes and stepped towards him. "My name is Dame Sara Illou, and I am a Knight of the Land," she said coldly. "Your operation is over and your days as a crime lord have come to an end, Reynolds. Enjoy your time in prison."

He didn't respond but Sara noticed the fear in his eyes when she announced who she really was. She didn't enjoy terrifying him but at the same time she was not about to let anyone speak to her like that, let alone a criminal.

She watched as the man was hauled away and felt a sense of justice inside her. She was an honourable knight and enjoyed seeing a job well done and a crime lord brought down.

All around her the warehouse was falling silent as the smugglers were arrested and dragged off to prison by the City Watch. Suddenly she remembered why she was there.

She hurried into the storeroom which the City Watch had managed to open and was pleased to see that it was still intact. Disabling the trap had worked perfectly. And there in front of her was the family sword that she had come all this way to help reclaim. She picked it up.

"That's Chloe's sword, I'm guessing?" she heard Jayson say from behind her, and she turned to him.

She nodded. "It is, yes." She held it out to him. "Do you want to return it?"

"You retrieved it, Dame Sara. I believe it should be you who returns it to Chloe."

Dame Sara bowed, and Jayson bowed back. "Thank you for all your help, Jayson," she said.

"And you for yours. We can take it from here."

Sara smiled and left the warehouse, knowing it was now in safe hands. She quickly hurried through the city to the inn she knew Chloe was staying at and it did not take long for her to be standing outside.

She nodded at the innkeeper as she rushed inside and he did not stop her, probably recognising her from her previous visit alongside Naomi. Sara remembered which door was Chloe's and was soon knocking on it.

The door opened and Sara's breath caught in her throat. Naomi answered looking as gorgeous as she had the first time Sara met her, although this time wearing slightly more. A blue dress with a deep v-cut revealing her impressive cleavage, and a belt tight around her waist.

Her red hair was straight and loose to her shoulders and Sara noticed the noblewoman's blue eyes flicking up and down her body. Sara was still only wearing her leather armour after all, which was very form-fitting. Last time she had seen Chloe the noblewoman was on all-fours, so she had not been able to gauge her height accurately but now she could see her properly it was clear that the redhead was about 5'3". She could also see that Chloe was likely in her early-twenties, a few years younger than Sara herself.

It was then that Chloe's eyes fell upon the sword and opened wide. She screamed in delight. "My sword! You found my sword!"

Sara bowed. "I did, my lady." She offered it out.

Chloe grabbed the pommel and whirled away back into her room, holding the sword aloft. She giggled with delight.

"I thought I'd never see it again! I couldn't go home without it, but I couldn't stay here forever. I didn't know what to do!" She turned to Sara. "Oh, Dame Knight, you have saved me. You don't know how much this means to me. You've saved me from being disowned by my parents."

"I must disagree with you there, my lady," Sara said. "Your parents' sole concern is seeing you home safe. That is why they sent me. Yes, I'm sure they would have been angry to learn you had lost the sword, but they would have forgiven you. They just wanted you home safe."

Chloe regarded her a moment. "You are right, Dame Knight. Perhaps I should have listened to you to begin with, but my embarrassment was too strong. I couldn't face my parents having lost the sword. But now, thanks to you, I don't have to." She held the sword up again, delight on her face.

"You must promise to return to your home as soon as possible, Chloe. For the sake of your parents," Sara said, knowing she was pushing her luck slightly. As a noblewoman, Chloe was of higher rank than her.

Yet the noblewoman didn't seem to mind. She nodded. "Again, you are right, Dame Knight." She grinned. "Does it bother you to always be correct?"

Sara laughed. "Not particularly, my lady."

Chloe placed the sword delicately down on the bedside table. She looked at it a moment, grinning, then turned back to Sara. "How can I ever repay you, Dame Knight?"

Sara's magic cunt flared as a thought came into her mind. She was so horny, but she was just about able to stop herself from voicing the idea.

"You do not need to repay me," she said. "It was my duty."

"Nonsense, even duty must be rewarded." Chloe stepped towards her and the look in her eyes made Sara's breath catch. "But I suspect you don't need money, Sara. And I may be a noble but I cannot give you a title higher than that you already have." The redhead reached Sara and placed a hand on her cheek. "But there is still something I can offer you..."

She moved her head close to Sara, her lips brushing Sara's ear. "You can have me, Dame Sara."

Her extreme horniness overtook her then and Sara kissed the noble heir passionately. The woman wrapped her arms around Sara's neck and kissed back, their tongues duelling as they moaned into each other's mouths.

Sara could not resist but let her hands slide over Chloe's body. She was gorgeous and before long Sara had grasped her big tits and was squeezing them delightedly. The globes felt wonderful in her hands and she felt the woman's hard nipples poking through the fabric of her dress.

Chloe broke the kiss then to unbuckle her belt and then grab her dress. She pulled it over her head in one motion and Sara groaned when she saw that the redhead was wearing nothing underneath. Her lover grinned, then stepped backwards until she bumped into the edge of her bed. Sara could only watch in lust as the woman pushed herself up onto the surface, then spread her legs apart.

Sara closed the distance immediately and moments later her head was buried between Chloe's thighs. She kissed the woman's delicious pussy, playing with her lips and clit. She licked and lapped at her lover's cunt and enjoyed each moan that her efforts drew from the redhead. She stared up at Chloe as she ate her and the noblewoman stared back, her blue eyes gazing down lustfully.

Soon the heir was rubbing her hips back against Sara's face and not long after that those blue eyes had rolled back as she came hard. Her juices leaked out around Sara's face and she kept licking Chloe's pussy as the redhead rode out her orgasm.

Yet Chloe did not seem to be done and Sara delighted in that. The redhead sat up, grabbing Sara's cheeks and kissing her hungrily. Then she grabbed Sara's armour, clearly desperate to remove it, and Sara let her. Soon she had joined Chloe in nakedness.

The redhead grabbed Sara's shoulders and guided her onto the bed. Soon Sara lay with her back flat on the mattress and Chloe kissed up her body with a delighted grin before straddling her waist. Sara reached up to grasp the woman's big tits once more before the redhead smirked at her then twisted away. Soon she had positioned herself above Sara in a sixty-nine.

Sara immediately started to hungrily devour Chloe's pussy, moaning into her folds as Chloe's tongue found her own. It felt wonderful, having such a beautiful woman pressed up against her, eating her pussy as well as anyone had ever done to her before. She passionately returned the motion, enjoying Chloe's frantic moans as her pleasure grew.

It did not take long for Sara to realise that she was heading towards release. She knew that she would come soon and from the noises Chloe was making her lover would join her. Chloe's body was tensing fast and Sara knew she was right on the edge.

Sara sucked the woman's clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. She knew it had the desired effect as Chloe forced her hips against Sara's face and threw her head back. The moment had arrived.

"Oh fuck, yes!" the redhead screamed as she came. Sara grinned to herself with the realisation that Chloe was indeed coming exceptionally hard, but she did not think about it for long. That was because less than two seconds later her own orgasm erupted inside of her and she could barely think from the pleasure. It took a long time for their two orgasms to fade.

"I hope that was a suitable reward," Chloe giggled. "Though perhaps I enjoyed it too much for it be classed as a reward."

Sara laughed. The sword was returned, and she had completed her task. Another duty fulfilled.



Dame Sara and the Heir Ch. 10



Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, awoke to a knock on her door. The light was already streaming in through the window and she cursed under her breath. She'd overslept quite dramatically.

She jumped out of bed and jogged over to the door. She was wearing only her nightgown which wasn't particularly decent so she hoped whoever wanted her didn't mind. She grabbed the handle and pulled it open.

"Good morning, dame knight," grinned Jayson from the doorway, his eyes looking up and down her body.

She smirked back. "Good morning, Jayson. What can I do for you?"

"I came to fetch you. Captain Naomi would like to see you. To thank you for your services to Eriport."

"Tell her that I'll be there shortly."

"I'm afraid I can't do that," Jayson beamed. "I left the City Guard this morning to start a new life as Chloe's bodyguard. She and I get along... very well. It seemed to be a good career choice."

"I'm sure it will be," Sara laughed. "Though remember that you'll have to spend some of the time actually guarding her, rather than just fucking her non-stop."

Jayson smirked. "We'll see."

A moment's silence passed between them. Sara realised then how horny she was, as was always the case when she woke up. All this talk of fucking was doing nothing to help alleviate that.

After a second, Sara spoke. "So if you're not heading back to the barracks, where are you going?"

"To meet Chloe at her inn. Then we'll head off."

"Will she mind if you're late?"

A smile grew on Jayson's face and his eyes ran once more up and down Sara's body through her flimsy nightgown. "No, I doubt she will. After all, she doesn't even have to know why."

Sara's horniness was almost overwhelming at Jayson's salacious grin. "Good," she whispered. "Because I need you to fuck me."

Then she quickly grasped Jayson's tunic, tugging him into the room and shutting the door behind him. A wicked grin had spread across his face as she did so and she immediately kissed him deeply.

Their tongues pushed into each other's mouths and Sara let her hands busily undress the sexy guard, stripping him out of his armour. He did not stop her and soon he was naked before her. 

Sara moaned at the sight of him then giggled at his lustful stare as she grabbed her nightdress and pulled it off in one smooth motion, leaving her as naked as him. As the guard gazed at her glorious naked body with awe she started to drop to her knees but Jayson stopped her and she looked at him in surprise.

"No, I think I should be the one to pleasure you, dame knight," he grinned, grasping her ass and lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. "After all, I never thanked you for helping Chloe, or saving my city." Then he kissed her passionately and started to carry her to the bed.

When they reached it he dropped her down onto it then kissed her again, this time breaking it and starting to kiss down her body. He paused at her big tits, squeezing and kissing the globes, before travelling further until he pushed her thighs apart and started to hungrily devour her cunt.

Sara moaned at the feeling of him so expertly eating her pussy and it did not take long for her to be rubbing her hips back against his face. His tongue roved over her folds, alternating between teasing her sensitive lips and sucking her clit. His fingers pushed into her cunt, pumping in and out, and that was all the added sensation she needed. With a cry of pure pleasure she came hard against his face, her juices leaking out against his tongue.

Yet when she had climbed down the other side of her orgasm she knew that she wanted more. Her magic cunt was not satisfied - it wanted a hard cock inside her, and she did not think Jayson would mind offering her that.

She grabbed his cheeks, pulling him upright and then let her right hand wander down his body until it had wrapped around his hard shaft. He groaned and she ran her fingers delicately along its length before guiding him further onto the bed.

Soon he was on his back and she swiftly straddled him, grasping his cock and angling it with her magic cunt. She settled down, enjoying the way his green eyes rolled back at the feeling. For a moment she simply rested there but it did not take long for her to have started moving her hips.

Jayson stared up at her lustfully as she rode him. His hands wandered over her body and she enjoyed the feel of his touch. Her own hands were on his shoulders as she bounced, her movements growing quicker as her desire grew. Her breasts shook on her chest and it did not surprise when Jayson grasped the large mounds and squeezed them gently.

Suddenly he started to thrust his hips up into her body. Sara howled out in pleasure at the sudden change in sensation, her eyes opening wide in surprise and bliss. She let her fingers sink into his shoulders as his hips hammered up into her, and she could tell her orgasm was moments away.

She came seconds later, a rapturous cry torn from her lungs as bliss filled her, her magic cunt clamping down on his invasive member. Jayson followed a heartbeat afterwards, his eyes rolling back as he came, his hot cum spraying inside her womb, his hands gripping more tightly onto her big tits.

Eventually, they were done and Sara grinned as she slowly climbed off both Jayson and the bed. Soon they were dressed and she headed downstairs, paying the innkeeper the rest of her tab and informing him that she no longer needed the room. Outside, she collected Snowglide.

"Do you know when you're actually leaving the city, Sara?" Jayson asked when she had mounted up.

She shrugged. "Not really. Soon, probably. I have no other business here now that the sword is found."

"Then perhaps you can join Chloe and myself on the road, dame knight," the ex-guard smiled. "Our journeys will no doubt follow the same path, at least for a while, and I think the three of us could have some... fun."

Sara smirked. "That's a very good idea. I will try and catch up."

They finished their goodbyes and parted ways. Sara guided Snowglide through the crowds until she reached the guard barracks. She was pleased to be back in her mithril armour, even if some part of her had enjoyed how much the leather armour had revealed her exceptional figure.

At the barracks she left Snowglide with a stableboy and headed inside. The place was a hive of activity and excitement, clearly still buzzing with the breakup of the smuggler's ring the day before. She eventually reached the door to Naomi's office and knocked. "Come in!" called a voice from the other side. She stepped through to find the guard captain sitting behind her desk, working through a stack of parchments.

The guard captain was as gorgeous as ever, Sara noted. Her tight-fitting leather armour did little to conceal her slender curves and big tits, and her braided brown hair was back in a ponytail as always. Her hazel eyes regarded Sara with warmth, and maybe a little of something else. Despite having fucked Jayson not long before that naughty glint sent a shiver of horniness running through Sara. She was getting turned on all over again.

"Ah, I'm glad you could make it," Naomi said, standing and striding round the table to grasp Sara's hand and shake it. "I needed to thank you for helping my city." She glanced at the door, smirked, then shut it, clicking the lock before turning back to Sara. "I know just the way to do that."

Sara moaned as the woman stepped close and kissed her, the desire in her magic cunt flaring into burning lust. She hungrily kissed the brunette back, their tongues duelling as they slipped into one another's mouths, and her hands roved over her lover's tight leather armour.

She reached for the knots to the chestpiece and Naomi lifted her arms slightly to better allow Sara to undo them. But just as she pulled the first one loose, there was a knock at the door.

Naomi broke the kiss and glared at the door. "What is it?" she said loudly and irritably, unlocking the door and pulling it open. A young city guard stood there, looking slightly scared when confronted which his captain being so angry. "A shut door means I'm too busy to be interrupted, guardsman. I was in a very important meeting with a Knight of the Land."

"S... sorry, captain," he stammered. "I was sent to tell you that... that a man has turned himself in as a smuggler from yesterday."

Naomi sighed, glancing back at Sara with a small smile. "Very well, guardsman. Sorry for snapping at you, it's just that the meeting was... progressing nicely. Is this man in custody?" The guard nodded at Naomi. She continued. "Good, then bring him in."

"Of course, captain," he said, clearly relieved at her apology. He disappeared for a few moments, then re-emerged with another man in tow before leaving and shutting the door behind him. The newcomer had short brown hair and brown eyes, his hands bound together with rope, and as he came into the light Sara's breath caught.

"Dayron?" she asked, shocked.

He looked at her, his eyes going wide. "Dame Sara! I did not think to see you here."

"I could say the same for you, Dayron."

"You know this man?" Naomi said, facing Sara.

She nodded. "I do. I met him on my journey to Eriport, and then again at the smuggler's warehouse. He is a good and honourable man." She turned back to Dayron. "Why have you turned yourself in? You did nothing wrong."

"Is this true?" Naomi said, turning to Dayron. "Are you innocent?"

"I do not believe so, captain. Whilst I did not know what I was signing up for when I joined the smuggler's ring, I still joined it nonetheless. So I have turned myself in to face whatever justice is appropriate."

"You didn't know it was a smuggler's ring?"

"I was told simply that it involved employment as a guard, and the pay was good enough that I didn't mind taking one final job."

"One final job?"

"Yes, captain," Dayron said, nodding. "I have worked as a caravan guard for many years, ever since leaving this city. I was born here. I returned home to apply for the City Watch, as I wanted to settle down whilst still making use of the skills I had earned. When I arrived, I was approached, and I figured that a few weeks working as a guard wouldn't hurt, especially as the pay was so good."

"And that is when Dame Sara found you?"

"Yes, it is. She told me the nature of the business, and I was appalled. She sent me away from the warehouse, and when I heard the smuggler's ring had been broken up I was delighted, but I cannot simply pretend I wasn't a part of it, however briefly."

"It doesn't sound to me like much justice is necessary, Dayron," Naomi said. "You did not know what you were getting into, and left as soon as it became apparent what had happened. You have done nothing wrong."

Sara spoke up. "Whatsmore, captain, without Dayron we would have recovered none of the stolen items."

Naomi paused. "Oh?"

Sara nodded. "It was Dayron who disabled the traps that would have burnt down the entire warehouse. It was his help that made the whole operation viable."

"So in other words," the captain laughed, "not only does he not deserve to face justice, he actually ought to be rewarded?"

Sara grinned. "I'd say so, Naomi, yes."

She paused a moment, seeming to consider something. "Did you say that you intended to apply to the City Watch, Dayron?"

"I did," he said, nodding.

Naomi grinned. "One of my best guardsmen left today. I'm looking for a replacement. Welcome aboard, Dayron."

Dayron's face lit up. "Are you sure? Thank you, captain! I shall not let you down. Where should I go to begin?"

Naomi laughed. "Well, first we need to get you out of those bindings."

"I don't know..." Sara giggled. "I quite like him all helpless like that."

Naomi glanced at her, then grinned. "Why am I not surprised that you're thinking about sex, Sara? I bet you've, you know..." She glanced between Sara and Dayron. "You have, haven't you?"

"Fucked Dayron? Yes, Naomi. A few times, actually. Including once in the warehouse yesterday."

Dayron looked highly embarrassed. Naomi looked turned on. "Do you know how hot that makes me, Sara?"

Sara grinned. "I have an idea, Naomi, yes."

Dayron looked from one woman to the other, shocked. "Perhaps, um, I should leave?" he asked.

Naomi looked at him and raised her eyebrow. "You will do nothing of the sort, guardsman," she said sternly, stepping past him and locking the door. She started to untie his bonds. "No, I am your superior now, and you respond to my commands. My first command is this, Guardsman Dayron: join Sara and me in passionate sex. I will not be happy if you leave this room before I have come all over your cock."

Then she stepped round in front of Dayron and kissed him. His hands hovered for a moment, now freed, before wrapping around her body and kissing her back passionately. Sara watched on, horniness flooding through her from her magic cunt, before joining them. She started to undo the knots on Naomi's chestpiece, this time hoping she wouldn't be interrupted.

She wasn't and moments later she had pulled the armour from the brunette's body. Naomi broke the kiss and grinned at her, motioning with her eyes towards Dayron. Sara took the hint and moved behind him. Together they started to undress him. He did not stop them and soon he was totally naked in the guard captain's office. Sara moaned at the sight of his already-hard cock.

Suddenly Dayron was kissing her, and Sara pushed her tongue into his mouth. She felt his hands on her armour, then with a start a second pair of hands. She realised that Naomi had joined in. As soon as her chestpiece was removed Naomi's hands grasped and toyed with her big tits, and Sara moaned loudly into the kiss. It did not take long until she had joined Dayron in nakedness, leaving only Naomi clothed. That did not last long either as soon the guard captain was as nude as her companions.

"Get on the desk," Naomi commanded to her new guard, sweeping the parchments onto the floor to make space. "I'll pick those up later," she giggled. Dayron did not need to be told twice. Seconds later he was lying flat on the table, stroking his already-hard cock. Naomi looked at him with hunger then climbed on top of him, kissing him hard. Dayron reached up to fondle her dangling tits and the brunette moaned into their kiss before grasping his cock and lining it up with her pussy.

Sara watched on in awe as the guard captain sat down onto Dayron's cock, her pussy swallowing it up. Her eyes rolled back and she started to bounce her hips, moaning loudly. One the one hand Sara did not want to disturb the two of them but on the other she was so horny she thought she might burst.

"Don't just stand there, Sara," Naomi panted as she bounced her hips. "Dayron seems to have a perfectly good face you can sit on. You wouldn't mind, would you Dayron?"

He shook his head. "Not at all, captain. Sit on my face, Sara, and let me make you come."

She was not about to turn down that invitation and moments later she had positioned herself above Dayron's face. He let go of his captain's tits to instead wrap his arms around Sara's waist and tug her down onto him. She sobbed out in pleasure as his tongue found the sensitive folds of her magic cunt.

Then Naomi grabbed her head and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Sara let her do so and soon the two women were kissing as Dayron pleasured them. Sara could already feel an orgasm building inside her and clearly Naomi wasn't far off either.

The guard captain broke the kiss to moan loudly. "Fuck me, Dayron. Fuck me!" He obeyed, thrusting his hips up into the gorgeous brunette, bringing a scream from her lungs. "I'm fucking coming!" she cried, and Sara could see her body twitch as she came on Dayron's cock. Moments later, Sara came too, pleasure filling her.

Eventually their orgasms had faded and Naomi giggled as she pulled herself from Dayron's cock. He groaned in disappointment, being the only one of them not to have come yet, and Naomi laughed. "Do not be too unhappy, Dayron. It is Dame Sara's turn to have you."

Sara climbed from Dayron's face, then kissed Naomi hard, slipping from the table and pulling Naomi with her until the guard captain was perched on the edge. Sara started to kiss her way down the brunette's body until at last she came to her snatch, which she hungrily started to devour.

"The gods..." Naomi breathed, reaching out to grasp Sara's hair. "You're so good at that." Then she glanced over at Dayron. "Guardsman, I believe Dame Sara has a wonderful pussy that you should be fucking right now."

"I agree, captain," Dayron chuckled, quickly climbing from the table and moving to stand behind Sara. Then she felt his cock pierce her magic cunt and she sobbed out in pleasure into Naomi's snatch.

It did not take long for Dayron to be fucking her passionately and her entire body shook with the impact of his hips. Her big tits swayed beneath her and it did not surprise her when Dayron reached forward to grab them.

Naomi stared down at her with pure lust on her face, her hazel eyes flashing as she neared a second orgasm. She was rubbing her hips back against Sara's tongue and Sara hungrily ate her pussy, knowing it was pushing her towards the edge. Seconds later she was proven right as the guard captain came hard against her face.

Sara could not think about that for long, however, as an orgasmic thrill ran through her. She was so close, and judging by Dayron's groans, so was he. She started to push her hips back against his thrusts, enjoying the feeling of his cock stuffing full her magic cunt and his hands kneading her sensitive tits.

"I'm going to come," Dayron groaned.

"Do it!" Sara cried as her orgasm hit her. Pleasure overcame her and she felt Dayron's cock twitch as he bellowed out his own climax. She swore she could feel his seed spewing deep inside her, her magic cunt making sure that he came even harder than he normally did.

Eventually they were both done. Dayron slowly pulled his cock from her temporarily-sated cunt and she shakily pushed herself upright. Naomi remained sitting on the edge of the table, grinning at them both.

"Well, Dame Sara, all I can say is thank you for your services to Eriport. You are welcome back at any time, as an honoured guest of the city." Then she turned to Dayron. "And guardsman? Welcome aboard. I will expect you here promptly at the fifth bell tomorrow morning for more... training."

Dayron chuckled. "Of course, captain."

Sara smiled, reaching for her armour. If she left now she might be able to catch Jayson and Chloe on the roads home, and having company on a long journey was always nice.

She had enjoyed her time in Eriport immensely, but now it was time to head home.

THE END