2 comments/ 24123 views/ 7 favorites Master Swordswoman Pt. 01 By: PhillippaT Hello from PhillippaT. This is my first ever erotic story, though it's far from being finished at this time. (07/03/09). I hope it meets with some approval, and to that end, I must thank Anna_Malia75 and Stella_Omega for their kind help and feedback. I've been working on this story for almost six months so far, and it seems to have taken over my life… Unfortunately, almost every night I seem to dream about more stuff I can add to the parts I've yet to write, and so just give myself more work to do in the future… I just hope I can get this story finished… I also have to thank Nat for giving me the idea of writing a story in the first place, but I just wish it didn't have to take so long, and feel so much like hard work ;) I'm starting to realise, however, that it's time I started putting some effort in and get it done, so I'm posting it up on literotica now to try and give myself some impetus to do just that. Enjoy… Foreword: Hello and welcome, to all those that are reading my tale… I am Kathina Tryndal, a Swordswoman of Misiland, and have been asked by the King himself to store the record of my previous adventure on paper for his library, so that all who may wish to read and know the story of my recent exploits, or those who may find upon themselves a copy of this book later on in far future times, when the knowledge of it has since become one of legend, can acquaint themselves with the actual remembrance of what happened. However, as this tale is for both a matter of record, as well as a true story with high entertainment value for the general public, I find myself trying and working extremely hard to fulfil the requirements of both. This means including plenty of descriptions of sexual activity and swordplay for the masses, and enough physical and thoughtful descriptions and explanations for the historical record, without letting either place the other in shadow. How successful I have been, even with the advice of scribe and storyteller, it is for the individual reader to determine. I am afraid that since I am neither storyteller nor scribe myself, that the nature of my writing be coarse, and some, maybe even all, of my attempts to counter this may be met with failure. I am but a village girl at heart, and do not have the sophistication, education nor history of a city or rich castle dweller. If this should make some of my story hard to read, then for that I must apologise, but I cannot, and will not apologise for being who, and what, I am. On the advice of the local storyteller, I find I must start the beginning of the first chapter with some sexual activity in order to entice the popular readership in, so to continue reading towards the end… For those who wish to read as a matter of record, I apologise for the general public's small span of attention. I hope all will enjoy my tale, and will find whatever information contained within both useful and entertaining… Love to all… Kathina… A Beginning: I At the beginning of my tale, I am merely Kathina Tryndal, trainee swordswoman for the village of Bymeatonsfield, a days' ride to the north-east of the city of Millton, and first daughter of the local clothmaker, Cyndila. To let you know of exactly when this is taking place, (since our date system is based around the founding of our country and will probably be meaningless to all foreigners), it has been five years since the light of Farnon has been seen in the northern sky for the fifteenth recorded time, and was two months before the end of the dry season. A short while previously, I had finally become a woman, thanks to the attentions of my mother one morning when she felt the time was appropriate. The fact that it was my mother who took my maidenhood, with a typical wooden dildo, was most certainly not unusual in Misiland, and if anything, it was almost a tradition by that point in time. Such a tradition was one of the reasons why villages such as ours were very close, in both blood and affection… So it was on the day that I'm starting my tale, that my mother had arranged for me to visit with Waymin Kyrmon, Lenis the miller's son, and hopefully join in the rest of my sex in being with a man, making love, and bearing his child. So, accordingly, I found myself knocking at the door to the southern side of the mill, which lay on the eastern side of the village, on the edge of the river Meaton from which our village takes it name, wearing little but my sword and belt as usual. I personally didn't, (and still don't), like wearing clothes, since I feel they get in they get in the way of my movement; such a vital thing for a swordswoman, (even a trainee), like myself, that being naked by comparison is insignificant. (Actually, since I so enjoy being without clothes anyway, I doubt being a swordswoman really makes much difference). Again, such a thing in villages around our country is very common – it's only some of the larger towns and cities that seem to take such a dim view of nudity, (for some strange, self-defeating and propagating reason). Waymin himself answered, his mother having left a few minutes previously so as to give us some time alone overnight to carry out our, (hopefully pleasurable), exercise. He was wearing little but a long brown robe, upon his tall and slender but well muscled frame. Few in our village had anything but heavy toil and hard living to look forward to in their life, and therefore had bodies to match, with both Waymin and myself being a good example. His dark brown eyes, above his large nose and short thin brown moustache, met mine as I looked up at him, his short dark brown hair blowing in the small breeze the open door let in from the east. 'Hi Kathina,' he said, in his young-mans voice, high enough to betray his youth, yet still deep enough to announce his physical readiness for what was about to happen, though it was shaking with the nervousness of anticipation, 'come on in. I've tidied up and made the bed, so everything's ready.' 'Ok,' I said as I stepped up into the building, my small five-foot-eight-inches but well-muscled body, just managing to squeeze past his on the way into the house attached to the mill. I myself, have short light brown hair and brown eyes, and an average but thin mouth. My nose and ears are my most distinguishing features, though, which I shall save telling about for later. My breasts are small, tipped with small pink nipples surrounded by small pink areolae. My arms are long, good for sword-fighting with extra reach, along with my hands and fingers, also good for gripping the large handles of big weapons. My body, though, was fairly short, atop big feet and long legs which met at the point of my short dark brown pubic hair, just below my belt, all of which was good for balance and movement, helping me become fit to be the best swordsman, or woman, in the village, (I thought and hoped). It was my slim and tight ass, (well, ok, arse – I said it would be coarse, so I might as well live up to it…), though, that had caught Waymin's attention first as I entered his house, and he groped my slim right buttock generously with his warm left hand as I walked past, making me smile, but still not diminishing my own nervousness… For nervous I was, and for good reason: unlike most of my sex, though similar to at least one other young woman in the village that I knew of at the time, I had never, ever, entertained the idea of being with a man for such an occasion. You see, although I was now a woman, and more than physically ready to take a role as a mother for a member, or members, of another generation of Misils, I had never, even for one second, thought about actually doing so. But here I now was, thanks to my mother's arrangement, standing before a man, naked, and expecting to make love to him within the hour, and probably again before morning, to hopefully produce his child. I'm afraid that I just don't… like… men… (And boys are even worse – don't get me started!). The funny thing, is that I know for certain that my mother actually knew all that. When you consider that I had a girlfriend, and had been dreaming about being with her for most of my life, and had made this point very obvious to anyone who asked, it was strange as to why all this effort had been made. So I found myself standing there, in the centre of their large main room, with a fireplace to my right, a table and chairs behind me against the wall, and a couple of other chairs opposite along the wall behind the door, facing Waymin. As we stood there, with him looking at me from top to toe, though mainly staring between my legs, I was still wondering if there was any way I could actually go through with this, just so I wouldn't make my mother angry with me. Sighing in surrender, I undid my belt, and turned round to lay it on the table behind me. As soon as I did so, I felt Waymin close in behind me, and put his arms round my waist. When he did that, I could feel his obvious erect cock pressing against my bottom. Well, at least one of us was aroused! (A pity it was the wrong one). He slid his hands up to feel my small breasts, which easily fit into each of his large hands. His hands were warm, and his touch was light and careful, trying to be loving, as no doubt his mother had taught him. Unfortunately for him, it was never going to be enough. I then felt his mouth kiss my neck, and heard his nose take a large intake of breath. 'Mmmm,' he said to my neck, 'you smell lovely.' 'No shit!' was all I could think; considering the amount of time and effort my mother put into to scrubbing me up before hand, I'm surprised I had any skin left! And I dread to think how much scent she used on me either, (and when I say how much, I'm talking about monetary value, not the amount of liquid!) Which was also a reason why I was trying to force myself to go through with this – I didn't want to have to waste all that money for her, and already felt guilty just for thinking about cutting it short and going home. By this time, his cock had made its way past the robe and was rubbing against my ass directly. I was almost becoming scared that he'd think about fucking my arse instead, which, again, didn't help with my anxiety! He then slipped his right hand down my body and between my legs, probably to see how aroused and ready I was, and try to help if I wasn't. Unfortunately for him, I felt that his finger was far too rough, and my clitoris far too delicate. 'Ow,' I said, as he went a bit too far in his attempted stimulation, literally rubbing me the wrong way. 'I'm sorry,' he said to the back of my right ear, 'but you just turn me on so much. I've got to have you, I can't help myself.' I was starting to cry now, knowing that no matter what I did, I was doomed to some sort of failure. I had to go through with it, but I couldn't – if I did, I didn't know how I would live with myself, let alone how much it was obviously going to hurt, but if I didn't, then I was going to let a number of people down, which I didn't want to do either… When I felt his cock slip lower, as Waymin also did, sliding his cock between my legs, letting it rest outside of the entrance to my very dry cunt, I knew I was running out of time. 'No!' I shouted when I felt him pull back again, as if to re-aim his cock and try and enter me, 'stop!' Thankfully, he did, holding himself away from by body for the time being, though still with his hands on my breasts as I bent over the table. 'What?' he asked, 'what's wrong? Don't you want it?' 'No!' I said, finally admitting to myself that I couldn't go through with this after all, 'I'm sorry Waymin, but I don't like you.' 'What did I do?' he asked. 'Nothing, it's not you. I'm sorry Waymin, but I don't like men.' 'Aww' he complained, 'but I like you so much.' I turned round, and saw that he looked so sad after that, that I felt I really should try and help him a little – after all, it's not his fault that our mothers made this arrangement… I looked down at him, and saw that his erection was still pointing at me, having lost none of its hardness, even after the last discussion. 'I suppose I could take care of that for you?' I asked, intending to suck him off instead. Yes, I know - although I don't like boys, I've forever been chased by them, and have learned that after giving them a bad, (i.e. a bit painful – (too much teeth!)), blowjob, they usually left me alone. Obviously Waymin hadn't been one of them – (either that or he was so horny he didn't care). 'Ok' he said, obviously resigned to getting the best he could from the situation. I knelt down in front of him and took his smooth average-size cock in my right hand, and held it before me. I started to run my hand up and down, wanking him off quickly before I thought about sucking him. Thankfully for me, and unfortunately for him, it was all that it took for him to cum; his thin white gooey liquid shooting in small spurts up out of his cock and onto my hair then dripped onto my hand… Damn! I wish I'd realised he was so close, then I wouldn't have been caught up in such a mess! Now I was even more annoyed! I quickly got up and found a cloth to try and clean myself with, then grabbed my belt and ran out of the door, not even bothering to look at him I was so angry and desperate just to get away from it all… As soon as I left the mill I quickly wandered down the inside of the wooden village wall, pretty much keeping out of sight as it slowly grew dark, wondering what to do and where to go next. I knew I couldn't really go home, since I really didn't want to face my mother after what had happened - even though, deep down, I knew I really should - and likewise I knew I couldn't really go anywhere else either. Everyone knew I was supposed to be with Waymin tonight, and I had no doubt that he'd probably leave for the inn now that I'd left, and so everyone would find out what happened, (including my mother), rather quickly. In the end, I wandered down to my favourite place, (being glad it remained early enough so that the village gates were still open), which was about as surprising as the sunset, and ended up sleeping there instead. What was surprising, however, was that I lay there undisturbed all night long… Although I was undisturbed, however, I actually found out when I awoke that I hadn't been totally alone, for there was another naked body next to mine – one warm, soft, feminine, and very familiar. After waking, I cuddled up behind her, and held her as close as I could, resting my head upon her shoulder as she still slept, for as long as I possibly could, before she too awoke… II My favourite place is a small patch of grass a few hundred feet south of my village, surrounded by, and on top of a large mound of rock on the western bank of the river after it runs past the village on its eastern side. The mill takes advantage of this and also forces the river to narrow, increasing its speed and power. The river widens immediately afterwards, slowing quickly as it flows past my favoured spot, though without losing any of the depth it also gains as it passes through the mill. Shortly before the mill, the river is wide, slow and shallow near the bank; ideal for bathing and washing, with a wooden grate built into the mill to avoid accidents. Opposite the village and my hideaway, (which can only be seen from the top of the mill due to the rocks surrounding it and the village wall), is Meatonside forest – acres of the main hardwood tree found in our country that stretches up into the mist usually surrounding the peaks of the Randal mountains to the east. My favourite place was great for getting away from the village and everything; to be by myself, if only for an hour or so every day. It was generally nice and cool, even when the sun was up high, due to the breeze that tended to blow either downstream or down from the mountains over the forest. The clouds were usually common and large enough to blot out the sun entirely, though, which I never minded too much since I'm not the type of girl who likes to get a tan, even in the middle of the dry season. And right then, I really did want to get away from a lot of things, though mainly my mother, after what I'd done the evening before… The grass was long enough with deep enough soil, to remain soft to sit and lie on comfortably for a long time, and also large enough to lay on it perpendicular to the water; to stretch out over it whilst looking up at the mountains beyond which I liked to do. I liked watching and listening to the birds circle over the trees as they looked for food or a place to rest or nest, listening to the branches of the trees in the wind as well as the sound of the water as it passed by below. I found it very peaceful and calming; it should be unsurprising why I liked it there so much. The first time I had scaled the rocks and found this spot, I was only the age of twelve and had gone exploring in the morning one day, before getting punished afterwards for being out of sight. The place had been forbidden for children for as long as anyone could remember for numerous reasons, though the most dangerous is because the bank is very high and steep – if you should fall into the river, you would have little chance of getting back out. In fact, there were only a couple of places where it was possible to do so on either side of the river downstream, before it turned to the west half a days ride further on then headed downhill, in strong rocky rapids, eventually finding the city of Millton. A branch broke off shortly before then, known as the river Misil, taken from the capital city of our country, Misilton, which it finds a days' ride further to the south. Since I became an adult, however, such forbidden danger had no real fear or attraction for me; it was its imagined remoteness that made it so appealing, (the southern road to Millton passed only 50 feet away, but the sound of both the road and the village was lessened by the wall of rocks surrounding the grass I liked to lay on). On most days, I would find myself lying there alone, around midday, before returning to the village for lunch, but it was now early morning instead, and I obviously had company… The young woman, who lay next to me that day, was also no stranger to this piece of grass, though unfortunately we were rarely there together. Such times that we were, as then, even for the reason for which we happened to be there on that day, were still deeply treasured by both of us. Her name was Alnia Jasmoor, the daughter of the local healer, Steylia. Like her mother, she was about five-foot seven or so inches tall and was fairly skinny, (since she rarely did any heavy work or even trained very often, unlike me), and also had long pale blond hair and pale blue eyes that I liked to get lost in as much as possible. I wish I had a nice long nose like hers, along with her large wide mouth that looked really good when she smiled, (which I tried to make happen as much as I could), but unfortunately for me, I don't… Alnia and I were both born together - her mother and mine bearing us in the birthing pool simultaneously. Since then, she and I had shared a special bond; a love that was both unconditional and total. For some reason, however, our love had gone unconsummated. III Initially, though, as I lay there holding her, feeling her warmth and caressing her softness with my fingertips, I was still thinking about Waymin and what I'd done, or rather, hadn't done the night before. Master Swordswoman Pt. 01 I still couldn't understand why my mother had arranged things the way she did. She knew, without any uncertainty at all, that the only person in this world I really wanted to be with, was, and always had been, Alnia. Eventually, Alnia started to wake, and I rolled away to give her room to stretch, and lay there on my back still touching her with my left hand. After she'd finished stretching, she took my hand in hers, and rolled over closer to me, also lying on her back, though without saying anything, just turning her head to watch me, as we lay there in the grass, bathed in cloudy sunlight from the new day. Although we were both silent for a long while, just being happy to be close to each other, doing nothing more than enjoying the feel of our fingers entwined, I felt I had to talk about what had happened to me. 'Alnia?' I asked, quietly into her ear, after turning my head to my left to look at her, watching her pretty long blond hair slowly flowing away from her in the light breeze blowing across from the forest, circling round the foot of the mountains to the east, opposite, 'have you ever had sex with a boy?' Even now, I'm still not sure why I asked that particular question, even at that particular moment, especially since I was sure I already knew the answer… She turned, rolling over on to her side, smiling, her body pushing closer to mine as she swapped hands to keep my left hand clasped in her own. Her blue eyes in her short round face looked straight into mine, and her thin wide lips held a large smile as we gazed longingly at each other, both understanding what was about to happen between us, if not today, here, now, then later, but soon. I have always loved Alnia, even from the time we were born, though the earliest of my memories spring from the time we played together as children, dressing up in special outfits my mother created for us from her cloth - they were rough, (she is certainly no tailor), but useable. I've always remembered the angel costume she made for Alnia one year - she looked so good in it, and it was a perfect fit, both in size and personality; she was always my angel, my light, guiding my way through life alongside her. We've always spent as much time with each other as possible, though it was never as much as we wished. Although we played with each other as children, eventually, inevitably, we began to grow up… We soon learned more about ourselves and each other, experimenting, but never actually truly fulfilling our relationship. We knew we loved each other – as indeed we always had – though, of course, the nature of that love changed as we grew older and our bodies changed beneath us. As we grew older, we began to spend more time holding and caressing each other, talking to each other about our dreams and desires, our plans to stay together, our plans to someday, when we were most ready, to finally bring our relationship to its full potential. But strangely, the more we grew together and the more we fell in love, the less time we seemed to get to spend with each other. For years now we'd been talking, thinking, dreaming about being together fully and wishing to consummate our love; to go further than a long passionate kiss or a close but not-too-intimate cuddle, spending all the hours holding hands, as we did then, dreaming about something more, yet for some reason, still afraid to unleash the passion we had for each other; to finally, in one momentous occasion, come forth and fulfil the desire we both contained within our hearts. All of these thoughts were running through our heads as we lay there on the grass, knowing that such an occasion between us was as inevitable as the sunset, if only one of us could conquer her fear and nerves, and act. As Alnia turned onto her side, facing me then, I knew. I knew that this would be the moment, my initial question finally making us acknowledge our desires, and to act upon them, though I still waited for Alnia to act first. 'I refused to have sex with anyone else before you,' she explained slowly, her breathing heavy with anticipation, knowing where this would lead, her hand trembling and growing sweaty in mine, her eyes moistening, getting caught up in the passion she was trying to unlock and finally release, 'I haven't even made love to my mother yet. I've only ever pleasured myself, never another. I want you to be my first, Kathina. I love you so much. I've always loved you, more than anyone else I've ever known - even my mother.' She then paused, eyes deepening as she stared straight into mine, straight into my very soul, 'make love to me.' IV I shuddered, feeling my own eyes moisten, my own desire and feelings echoed in her words, nervous for an unknown reason, wanting her so badly, but still waiting for her to move, silently, no more words needing to be spoken about what would happen here, now, between us. Her eyes filled with tears, she leaned over me to kiss me. So slowly, so gently, did she move her lips above mine, as her hand gripped mine even tighter, and I moved my right hand behind her head, to hold, caress, and pull her closer. Our lips finally touched – so gently at first, as though afraid they would break, but then we were forcing our heads towards each other as hard as we could, our lips mashed together, forcefully, as our tongues finally slid out and into each others mouth, feeling them touch, entwine, and rub against the other and all over and around each others mouth in turn. I cried, my tears falling down my cheeks as my mouth was locked to hers, our passion finally being released, our actions growing rougher, harder, with unbridled lust and desire. After kissing repeatedly, roughly, lustfully, we were both getting more excited and aroused; our nipples were extended and stiff, sticking out for each other to fondle, lick and suck, and between our legs both of our cunts started to boil as one, with our clear juices dripping down our thighs and into the grass below. We held each other tightly, our eyes closed, seeing many colours within as representative of our passion; reds, orange, yellow - the bright sunlight infusing us with heated lust, helping to charge our desire for each other, whilst keeping our lips still glued together. We finally turned and rolled as one, I on top, desire overtaking both of us as I slid my right leg between hers, straddling her, and as her right leg slid between mine. It didn't take long for my clitoris and hers to sing with pleasure as we rubbed our legs against each other, feeling them grow wetter by the second. Our mouths were still there, held together, but refusing to contain the groans of pleasure we now made, drawn out by the fire growing between our legs. Although the pleasure we were feeling by now was great for both of us, it still was not enough - we'd held out from each other for far too long for such small amounts of pleasure to quench our lust. We slowly slid our right hands down between our bodies, lightly touching each others breasts and nipples, making each other gasp with the all-too pleasant sensation. Then we slid them down further, past each others navel, over and through the short patch of hair on each others abdomen, before ending up where we each wanted it to be, with our fingers pressed firmly forward, wrapped over our precious mounds, rubbing against each others most pleasurable part… The clitoris. A word with special meaning to all women. Everywhere. The object it describes is so special, and so unique – it became our world. Our universe. We rubbed each others clitoris as one, and the pleasure we both felt became everything: Our motions, as we both thrust our hips at each other, trying to make it even easier for our quickly moving hands and fingers to touch, and rub each clitoris, making them sing and burn with pleasure, desire, passion and lust. The rest of our bodies also moved against each other, the friction between us adding to the sensation, causing our entire bodies to tingle and shudder in even greater delight. Our sounds, as we both groaned, moaned, screamed and panted into each others ears, trying to urge each other on to even greater heights of joy and further stimulation, adding to the lustful feelings we were now acting upon. Our smells, as our juices ran freely from our cunts, our twats, our pussies, our vaginas – another organ for which there are many names, but only one special meaning, for which, at this moment, was the only one that meant anything at all – all names, scientific and vulgar, became one, and it was all that mattered. Our juices ran, sweet, clear and almost gushing, propelled by our great pleasure and desire, out and over us, onto the grass beneath, from even more pleasurable depths within - and our sweat that began to bathe us as our bodies reacted to our most wonderful exertions. Our taste, salty with sweat, as we kissed each others neck and cheek, just knowing we were there, finally, as together as possible, and feeling the others pleasure as though it were our own. Our touch, with our fingers creating the joy we swam in; our legs, still rubbing against each other, wishing they could also still be part of the dance that our hands now played, instead of being relegated to the supporting roles they now took; our breasts, rubbing against the others, each nipple being stimulated by motion and friction, sending its own small ripple of pleasure to echo the great tidal wave from between our legs; our other hands, wrapped round each others neck and head, caressing each other, holding each other as close as can be; our lips, sending their own small tremors of delight, as they kissed the special part of our necks and our cheek, intermittently, their motion and touch stifled by our need to groan and scream, loud and increasing in volume as our bodies came closer to their peak. Our sight, with our eyes closed, we still saw flashes of red through to yellow, as the sunlight continued to bathe us, but with our imaginations conjuring up as many images for our actions as our senses could supply, reinforcing the pleasure from elsewhere. All of our senses existing now but for one purpose, to push us towards the one goal, the one ending, the one glorious act; one of the greatest events a human body can achieve, without which, right then, we were lost… Lost in pleasure, in thought, and in time, only until it exploded within each of us, like the breaking dawn of the most brightest sun. I'd never held another as tightly as I did Alnia then, as my body, my being, and my soul, shook under weight of one of the most powerful sensations of my life - my most powerful orgasm ever. If I said I screamed, in one sense it would be a lie, since I was as unaware of that as I was of anything else, bar Alnia's presence, and the pleasure she gave me; and in another, it would undoubtedly be the truth, since few humans could ever experience a sensation such as this and not respond in such a powerful fashion, and I was not one of those few. After the explosion and the shock within, I probably, no, must have died, if only for a second - the echoes of the explosion of glorious joy bringing me, reborn, back into our universe, back into the arms of my friend, Alnia, who I knew had just shared the same experience, and who, like me, was also, now, slowly being resurrected back into our world, retreating back to the grass and sunlight, our greatest achievement together already, sadly and slowly, becoming nothing more than a memory, no longer existing anywhere in normal space and time, only in the universe we create within ourselves, as individuals, but still joined, shared, privately between us. Lovers. Lovers. Yes. At last. Love. One of the hardest emotions for me to convey in this written language I'm still learning to use, as I alluded to in the foreword, and have now demonstrated in the paragraphs above.… As I said before, I'm a village girl; one used to vulgarity, coarseness and lewdness without retreat. And even now, as I look upon these words that I've written above, I see that I've failed… Failed to convey the amount of love and passion for Alnia that my heart contained, as we made love under the sun and sky at that special moment in time… Failed to explain just how much tension between us had finally been broken down, and put aside… And failed to fully explain just how truly important this moment was for me and my future… Love. I hope that my failure above does not cost me the attention and love of those choosing to read my story, for this failure is only temporary, and with good reason, though it would be far too premature to explain here… Love. The one cord binding us, my people; all the strands of our fate, of profession, of rule and of life - all bound together as a bushel of wheat, pulling the strands in a similar direction, but still giving enough freedom for them to bend astray on their own path, if they so wish. Love. Our strongest weapon in a conflict that had been plaguing us for over four hundred years, for the Orcs to the north-west are envious of our existence and our land; its green, flat fields, split vertically down the middle by the large Randal mountains and fed by four main rivers they supply, are a haven for wildlife, farming and resources to support our civilization and way of life. Misiland, (myse-land) – the most beautiful and scenic part of the entire world occupied by my race, was at war. V The war and its consequences had governed life in our country for a long time, and our village was far from immune, even as far south of the border as it was. It happened to be just the right distance from Millton to provide a haven on the road to Randalmeatontop… Randalmeatontop is a well-protected mining town in the Randal mountains near the source of the river Meaton, (hence it's name), which most of the trail through the mountains followed. Since the town now provided most of the iron and copper for the industry in Millton, the traffic between the two was constant and heavy, with many large horse-drawn carts passing through our village, and also stopping at the inn for the night. If it wasn't for the war, a lot of the metal would have also been shared with other towns in the area, maybe as far as Meatonshore on the western coast, and even Faybridge, the large bastion far to the north, just behind the front lines… The mines at Randalmeatontop were by now the largest iron mines in the country, especially since two more had recently been opened by then for both copper and iron. Because of this, my village of Bymeantonsfield had been growing slowly for a while, which none of the village council really liked at the time… Everyone knew that the existing village wall would have to be rebuilt surrounding a bigger area, since new houses can only be built outside of its current location and protection. A few houses had sprung up so already, or were in the middle of being built, much to the dismay of our old veteran village leader, Markin Landson, though he couldn't offer them any better advice otherwise. I knew that plans were being drawn up for a new wall, though the main arguments still preventing it were just how big it needed to be, and how much to compensate the farmers from whom land must be taken. The mines at Randalmeatontop were still fairly recent at that time, though, (the first copper mine was only opened about thirty or so years before), and before any metal had been discovered it was merely a sleepy little village in the mountains on the main path through them, linking the city of Evendale in the east with the other main cities in the west, such as Millton. Before metal was discovered there, the main iron and copper mines, along with the tightly controlled gold and silver mines, were found in the mountains almost due east of Misilton, further to the south. After it was mined, it would then be smelted in Misilton before the majority of it travelled up the river Misil on horse-drawn barges to the river Meaton. Then it would be carried across the large stone bridge, either directly to, and be used in the city of Millton, to travel further to the east and the city of Meatonshore, to the north and the city of Faybridge, or to other various surrounding towns and villages which had their own smiths. Certain villages grew into towns due to their location in between the large cities, if they happened to be at the right distance for a large amount of traffic to stop there on their way. The nearest town to us, Middlestone, was just such a place; it was just the right distance from Millton to the north east at the right shallow angle up the steady slope towards the mountains, to make it easy for heavily burdened pack-mules or horses and carts to travel there without taking the slightly steeper, but shorter route roughly following the river Meaton itself. This meant that most traffic passed by Bymeatonsfield for a long time. Of course, a lot of people seemed to prefer it that way... Unfortunately for them, their dreams of living in a small sleepy village by the river came to an end when the traffic started to travel through the village more often after the mines opened in the mountains at Randalmeatontop; Bymeatonsfield was just the right distance away from the last inn on the path down the mountains and river to make it the natural stopping point for all the traders and merchants on the way to Millton. Millton was also just less than a days ride away too, and an easy ride downhill following the river which also helped somewhat. Initially, the traffic was still pretty light since only one mine was open. Eventually though, more began to open up, and, as I said before, the traffic had been getting far heavier recently. Fortunately for the village, the local innkeeper had the good foresight to increase the size of the inn while only the first mine was opening, making a good guess that it wouldn't be the last. Of course, there's another good reason why all the traders and merchants like stopping at this village, even if there isn't that much competition from any other at this point in time… Our current innkeeper, following the tradition started by her grandmother, (and continued by her mother), offers a free service to customers, (i.e. anyone in the village at the time), every night: From midnight onwards until the early morning there is always a late-night orgy at the inn, in which the innkeeper and her three daughters always take part. Since they are far from being the ugliest three women in the village, they never have problems finding customers. (The drinks and food are most definitely not free though!). (I'd like to say that I was a regular visitor to the inn and partook heavily of their offerings, but unfortunately for me, circumstances had never been kind during this time, plus I preferred to stay with Alnia if I was free for the night…). So, with that in mind, maybe you can begin to understand why my village was getting so much more traffic, and because of that was, (and still is), expanding fairly rapidly too… Alnia and I were not immune from the war's effects either, and neither were our parents. Granted, though, Steylia and Alnia thankfully hadn't had much to deal with as healers, and my mother, Cyndila, had no problems finding customers for her cloth. She mainly took orders from within the village itself, and occasionally sold some left-over stock to visiting traders, or, if she built up enough stock to make it worthwhile, from taking a trip to the Millton market about once a month. Buying some new dye and thread was usually on the list of things to do in Millton, too, if the Wheaton's farm to the south-west of the village didn't have any left to sell. Master Swordswoman Pt. 01 And I? As I said before, I was affected more directly than either Alnia or our parents, since I was a member of the local militia. Our race, due to this war, has been given four main professions: those who fight, those who breed, those who make, and those who teach. (Well, ok, that doesn't quite work, though I suppose you could say that innkeepers definitely help with the breeding side of things – I know Bymeatonsfield's certainly does!). I, Kathina Tryndal, was born to fight - for I was Teacher Paynor's best student. Every large village, town and city in Misiland has a local weapons/martial-arts teacher for training the local populace - both for militia/local defence purposes, and to identify those suitable for greater things early enough to make the best use out of them, with the larger cities also being centres for the local military forces being arrayed to fight the Orcs. And yes, they make no distinction at all between men or women, (or at least, they shouldn't), since we're all involved in this in exactly the same way, we should get treated in exactly the same manner. Men and women may have different strengths and weaknesses, but that's why we're best used together. I'd had some basic training since the age of six, but only using small wooden practice weapons, which existed to try and get children used to using and thinking about combat before having to make their choice properly at the age of twelve. On the first day of the year that I reached that age, I was asked to see Teacher Paynor in his house, to make a choice about the weapon I wished to learn to use properly from then on. Such a choice was extremely limited, and for good reason: in the past couple of centuries, our martial arts have been becoming more streamlined, to ensure that everyone is taught as best and as quickly as possible. Because of this, the two main weapons used, both now and then, are the sword and the halberd. When I reached Teacher Paynor's house, which is also used as an additional armoury, he gave me a choice of a number of actual weapons. There were three halberds standing to the left of his desk, of slightly different lengths, decoration and also in blade shape and size. Lying on his desk were five swords - three longswords, a short sword and a larger bastard sword, with their scabbards next to them. Although I gazed at and over all of the weapons, it was the short sword that really caught my eye. All of the swords looked fairly simple and plain, which you'd expect for militia weapons in a village such as this; all that is except for the short sword. Its almost pommel-less handle was decorated in a slightly more complicated fashion, with bands of steel and bronze, and with a curved edge on one side of its blade, unlike the others, it was more attractive to my eye. I picked it up and examined it, feeling its weight and balance in my hand, when more young people arrived to choose their own weapons before practice. With that in mind, I quickly grabbed the short sword's scabbard, and sheathed it, facing and nodding to Teacher to make it mine. Teacher also nodded back at me, with a smile on his face, seemingly happy that I chose this sword instead of a halberd like the rest of my sex tend to favour. And so his training began… VI If I could have accepted my teachers words, his explanations, without question, as any and every other young student had, then I would have left over a year before the start of this story to join the military academy in the city of Evendale - but I couldn't… I had to question, to know, not just what, but how, and why; just learning by rote was not enough for me. I needed more, and teacher Paynor found it hard to give, so I had taken over twice as much time to learn lessons which everyone else had learnt, though thankfully, I was starting to get closer to learning all that was required. Although I was starting to impress with my skill, and had always done so with my determination, I was still just a member of the local militia, a village guard, a job for those not good enough to join the army, those too badly injured to fight on the front lines, or those lucky enough to survive until they retire. Deep down, I knew I needed a Master to train me, a teacher-of-teachers, one who understood the most-basic art of Mathan I was learning to its finest degree. But first I had to prove myself worthy of such attention, something none of us thought likely to happen here in Bymeatonsfield, two weeks ride south of the border with the enemy… Master Swordswoman Pt. 02 Practice: I Alnia and I lay on the grass on our sides facing each other, holding and caressing each other for a short while after making love, whilst regaining our breath. Soon, however, I knew I had to be getting back to the village for my daily afternoon practice and lesson. Eventually, after giving Alnia a good kiss and a quick fondle of her left breast, making her smile, I stood up and grabbed my sword. I then wrapped the belt it was attached to round over my hips, fastening it at the front. I slid the two wooden sandals I'd worn over my feet, since I preferred not to cut them on the rocks like I did once, as Alnia did the same, and I took her hand and climbed over and down the rocks, leading to the Millton road. There were only a few people walking or riding down the road, which headed off to the south west before arriving at the small village of Little-Hay-Field, (or 'Littayfeed' in our local slang/dialect), an hours walk or so along the road to Millton. (They try to do the same to Bymeatonsfield, ('Bymeensfeed'), but I prefer the full name, so I use it properly, though I don't always give the other towns and villages the same honour -- certainly not Middlestone, ('Midston'), since our friendly rivalry had been slowly gathering pace with the new distribution of traffic through our village instead of their town). A few people smiled at us, and I'm sure I caught one of the older women winking at us too, as we walked the short distance to the village gate. We passed by two large wooden constructions that had yet to be turned into houses on the right, outside of the wall and in-between the road and the river, (and also my favourite place and the village), as we did so. As we walked towards the village, my mind wandered, as it always did, and found its way back onto the one issue that was consuming my thoughts at the time… Even on that day, after the most pleasurable moment of my life so far, I was still confused… I'd been confused for some time, which was one of the reasons why I was still in Bymeatonsfield. Even then, with the pleasure of Alnia's company, as we walked back to the village, hand-in-hand, naked, though wearing our weapons on belts over our hips, it was still the case. (Alnia also chose to use a sword, mainly so she could practice with me when required, usually twice a week). Aside from the swords, on our belts we both had a house key on a chain, and a small box on the opposite side to the sword carried a small cloth bandage and some healing salve, just in case. Since Alnia was a trainee healer, she'd taught me how to use and even make these most basic items of the healing trade too. It had become clear long before this point in time, that I had a choice to make governing my future… As I was with Alnia at that time, however, the strongest choice, as always, was to stay with her in the village, and continue as we were - her as a healer, and I as a member of the local militia, though living together in a place of our own once available, rather than with our parents as we still did. I always had problems foreseeing that future for us, or at least myself, fully though - other parts of me considered such a future a betrayal of my other abilities and potential as a swordsman, which was reinforced when talking to and learning from Teacher Paynor in his lessons. And if I couldn't become a swordsman, (or rather, woman), then at least I could complete my basic training and join the military academy across the Randal mountains to the east in Evendale. But that would mean leaving Alnia… I was so confused, unsure, doubtful and afraid of which choice to make, even then as we walked through the southern gates into the village, past the few large, 2 storey dark brown wooden houses, and down the road towards the village hall at its centre. The people we saw, even those on the small horse-drawn carts passing through the village, to and from Millton, some as naked as we were, seemed to look at us and smile as we walked past. I don't know how, but they all seemed to be aware of what had happened between Alnia and myself, and also seemed to take pleasure from it, judging by their smiles and waves. We also caught a glimpse of a couple making love in between two of the houses on our right; my younger sister, Teela, and her boyfriend, Nepin, the baker's (second) son, from what little we could see and hear. We stopped briefly to join a few others and have a good look, watching his bottom rise and drop between his open legs, and his cock underneath ram into her open dripping pussy, over and over, and also listen to them grunt and groan -- ('Ugh… Oh yes...! Oh fuck…! Oooh… Aaaah…!' etc.). Alnia and I looked at each other and grinned, gripped each others hand tighter, then turned round and walked away, further into the village, leaving room for more people to watch who needed it more than we did. 'I wonder if she'll get pregnant this time?' I asked wistfully, as we walked along, as I knew they'd both been trying for children for a while. 'Shak knows,' replied Alnia, 'they've certainly been trying hard enough.' (I didn't know anything about the name Shak, or where it came from, then, although its use in this context is, and was, extremely common). It only took a few minutes or so to get to the village hall, though we certainly weren't in a hurry, passing by the rest of the large three wooden houses on the right to get to the end of the road, as it diverged round the hall at the centre. Alnia's mother, Steylia, was standing outside her house, on the right corner before the hall, talking to one of the wenches, Gella, from the inn opposite, naked as always, contrasting with the dark grey apron Gella wore. Looking at Steylia, my confusion abated, becoming lost in her beauty. She was about the same size as Alnia herself, a couple of inches shorter than I, and also had the same, long, thin, blonde hair and pale skin. She was little plumper round the middle than Alnia, and had larger breasts, which was to be expected, and her bottom was also larger, but just as round. Looking at her from the side just then, you could see how long and big her nose was, but it still seemed to fit on her long face, who's creased lines on the side of her cheeks were the only real sign of age she had, save for the grey tips at the end of her long, thin strands of hair. I imagined her blue-grey eyes twinkling, and watched her thin red lips move while she spoke to the young woman in front of her. I couldn't help but look between Steylia's legs to see her small mat of pubic fur, either, which wasn't lost on Alnia. 'You like Mum, don't you?' she asked me, as she slid her arms round my neck, and circled in front of me, to look me in the eye, smiling. 'Of course I do,' I replied, also smiling, 'she's beautiful, just like you.' I leaned forward and kissed her, putting my own arms round her, underneath hers and hugging her tightly as our mouths and tongues met again, then my hands wandered down to her bum, squeezing it tightly, pulling her body even closer to mine, feeling our nipples then breasts touch also, making us feel close again. She eventually broke the kiss, then drew her head back to look at me with a smile, and asked, 'have you fucked her yet?' The familiar vulgar language she used made me smile too, as it contrasted with the nice, sweet, loving feelings I had for her at that moment. 'No,' I replied, 'though I'd like to. I'd love to make her cum -- just like you.' She looked really surprised at my reply. 'You haven't?' she asked, shocked, 'but I thought you'd spent lots of time in bed with our parents? I know you like sleeping with me, even if it has taken us so long to fuck, and I know you've been having sex with your Mum, especially since I've been watching! I thought you'd been fucking my Mum for years!' She almost started crying, and I could see the tears starting to form in her eyes. 'You better come and sleep with us tonight, and fuck us both to bits before and after you've been on duty, ok?' She kissed me then rested her head on my left shoulder and held me really tightly, until I heard her start to cry properly. 'Hey,' I said into her ear, 'what are you crying for?' 'I'm so sorry,' she sobbed, 'I never realised you weren't having sex with Mum… I guess I never realised how little sex you must really get, with all the guard duty and training and stuff… Damn, I should have been fucking you for years…! You probably needed it so much more than I did…! Oh my Lord, I'm SO SORRY!' She was bawling into my shoulder now, her tears running down my skin from her face. I noticed her Mum and Gella had stopped talking, and were now looking at us, concerned. I nodded at them to let them know things were ok, before Alnia finally stopped crying and stood back from me, looking at me again. 'You better get to your lesson,' she said, 'then come over and see us and I'll make sure you get a good time and a nap before you need to be on duty, ok?' 'Ok,' I said, my eyes watering too, as I looked at her wet face. As I looked up at the sundial at the top of the stone front of the village hall, I realised I was quite late for my daily lesson from Teacher Paynor, and he never liked it when I was late -- he expected me, as his best student, to be an example for the other students, including the three I trained with first on that day. As his best student, Teacher Paynor had arranged for me to become a full-time paid member of the village militia, and I therefore get paid both to train every day in the afternoon, and also lead the night/early morning guard shift, which we considered the most dangerous and vulnerable. With that in mind I kissed Alnia goodbye, then waved to her Mum as I quickly ran to the south-west corner of the village, helped on with a grope of my bottom from Alnia as I turned round to run off. Looking back as I ran, I saw her bright grinning face, still wet, staring at me, and her nice slim, naked, and so sexually alluring and attractive body… Her small breasts with small dark red nipples, and a small light triangle of pubic hair pointing down between her legs, all reminded me of what I had waiting for me for when I'd finished… II As I neared the familiar small training area, just within the village wall behind Teacher Paynor's house, I could hear the usual shouts of instruction from teacher and cries from the students if they failed to follow them, which tended to be often. As I rounded the last house, I saw that they were working on their footwork, with one of the boys, Levin, the old Smith's son, seeming to have a large amount of trouble with that, as he crossed his feet and fell to the ground in front of me. I could see Teacher, (which is all he told us to call him during lesson), close his eyes and sigh, as the boy got up then watched me walk towards them, then re-open them and also look at me as I approached him. 'Sorry I'm late Teacher' I apologised as I finally stood in front of him, though out of the way of the boys to my left. He looked down at me, being slightly taller at about six-foot, to my five-foot-ten inches, his brown eyes twinkling under his balding head, and his short brown beard framing his small mouth which smiled at me as he replied in his deep voice, 'no you're not. Everyone in the village knows you've been with Alnia, so don't lie to me. I hope you enjoyed yourself?' 'Yes Teacher. It was wonderful,' I smiled at him. He broke out in a big grin, 'good. It's supposed to be. It's about bloody time you and Alnia finally got round to it, I suppose. I'm surprised you even bothered coming to see me today…' 'Well, errm,' I wasn't sure how to reply to that, not even realising I might have gotten away without being here. Damn! I was glad no-one seemed to be mentioning my occasion with Waymin, though, which I was very grateful for. 'Alnia was always my nemesis as far as you are concerned,' Teacher said under his breath, though loud enough for me to hear, again referring to the decision about my future I had to make, all of which he knew about, 'but since you're here, you might aswell join in and give this lot some idea of how it should be done, as usual.' Before I started the lesson proper, though, I warmed myself up briefly, though not too much; just enough so I wouldn't pull a muscle or anything else so stupid during the lesson, as he'd taught me during my first 'practical' lesson so many years ago that it had become almost second nature, as it should have. I then joined the others, though unlike them, I completed all the movements, involving steps in each direction and turns to both sides in all three basic stances: left, right and neutral. 'There, you see,' Teacher said, as I completed the routine once more, 'that's how to do it.' 'Yeah, but she gets paid to do this cra-err-stuff,' the youngest boy, Draylon Tearson, complained, 'and her tits are really distracting…' My tits? I was surprised, since my breasts are pretty small, and was surprised he felt they were so distracting, but then, as you've probably gathered by now, I'm not a man, which might have something to do with it. I also knew he was looking between my legs too, but he obviously wasn't going to tell teacher that. Actually, it was obvious Teacher was looking at me as much as they were -- he was just better at being discreet about it! Not that I minded them all looking at me, of course. I knew that all the men, (and boys), liked to do so, and I was glad that they enjoyed it. Just so long as they kept their hands to themselves that is -- I don't really like being touched by men, I find their hands too hard and course and much prefer the slightly softer and loving caress that women manage to convey, and which men fail at so miserably - (at least all the men I'd run into by then anyway). 'Watch it,' Teacher said, sternly, 'or I'll show you the hard way how crap this is when you facing an Orc that's trying to kill you, understood?' 'Yes. Sorry Teacher,' his head down, looking at the floor. Teacher shook his head, sighing again, 'And I don't care if you are distracted, ok? So much the better in fact. If you can learn to complete the movements when you are distracted, it'll just make it so much easier when you're not, right?' 'Yes Teacher,' he sounded even more dejected. 'Look, I know it's hard for amateurs, ok, unlike Kathina here, but you need to be able to defend yourself in case the worst happens, understood?' Draylon nodded. 'All that I ask, is that you try your best, ok?' Teacher continued, 'and concentrate' Thankfully the lessons for them didn't last long, before they were replaced by a couple of the regular militia, like me, (who were much better than the boys who left, though still not quite as good as I was, (though that still might have something to do with my nakedness again, but I wasn't as sure this time)). I stayed throughout their lesson too, working through the basic blocks/parries and attacks, before they left, leaving just Teacher and I alone. He liked to spend a little more time with me every day after the normal militia members had left, just before it was time to eat, in order to teach me the more advanced form of Mathan, which he wanted me to learn fully before sending me off to Evendale, (I thought - I had always assumed that was the fate he had intended for me). Mathan, is the most basic martial-art for swords, and has both simple and advanced forms, methods and patterns. The most basic form just covers the basic stance, (with the sword held out vertically in front of the body), simple offensive and defensive moves, and associated footwork. The more advanced form, includes another stance, (with the sword held horizontally above the head, (which I had yet to learn to use)), and basic combinations of moves and patterns - generally going from defence to offence and back again - which was the main component of my personal lessons. We'd then spar to check that I'd learned what he had just taught me properly, and all the other lessons I'd learned that week. Using special wooden training longswords, rather than our normal metal blades, we worked together, helping me practice and learn the moves he'd taught, before getting into a more general sparring contest. As always, he won. His attacks always had me on the defensive straight away, and I could always tell I wasn't quite quick enough to respond with my own - it took a tiny pause after each move before I'd start on the next one, either through brief indecision, too much momentum in the wrong direction that I didn't know how to use, or just a slight lack of speed on my part, which gave him a slight, but still too large, advantage, which he took without quarter. Of course, he also knew more moves than I did, though I still usually managed to block them, but it was always just a matter of time before one got through… It was only a fraction of a second that was the issue here, but against Teacher it was all that mattered, and meant that I always lost. Against anyone else in the village, however, it was more than enough. The only real question was if it would be enough against any Orcs I end up facing… The problem was that some of the time I wasn't sure if it was me or the art itself that was the cause of this, and Teacher knew I should be able to do better, which is why I'd end up arguing with him afterwards about it… I could tell he didn't like that -- he always seemed angry as he tried to explain, though he never seemed to do too well at it. The best theory either of us could come up with initially, was that I was so used to my short-sword, and with it being lighter and therefore quicker, (though, of course, shorter), than the heavy wooden training sword, I just still hadn't figured out how to use the training sword properly. That worked for about half-a-year, but it had become obvious since that it was something else which was at fault; something that teacher had never managed to explain to me fully. In hindsight, it was obvious he was trying to see if I could figure things out for myself, but it never worked out that way. Unfortunately, I was generally never in a good mood afterwards to care much about the problem either way, and so never gave it the amount of thought that I really should have. I didn't realise it that way at the time, but I didn't really have the confidence I needed to fight Teacher Paynor properly either, nor, it has to be said, did I really concentrate on the matter quite as much as I should have, or perversely, too much -- (at times I found it hard to really concentrate properly, and had too many thoughts swimming round my head to make sense of, but at the same time, I still tried really hard to do what I needed to do, just not quite well enough). My mind simply wasn't as clear as it needed to be either way it seemed. My main problems all stemmed from one root cause, but I didn't understand what it was, and any and all explanations from teacher would just start off a new argument. Back then, I had no idea of what to do about it, and neither, it appeared at the time, did Teacher Paynor… Unfortunately, it was obvious that until I'd figured it all out, I wouldn't be leaving for Evendale, even if it was obvious I knew more than enough to do so by then, (which, yes, in hindsight should have been a sign that it wasn't what he intended for me)… III Thankfully, by the time I got to Alnia and Steylia's house afterwards my mood had lightened somewhat. (I guess thinking about the sex to come helped a lot!). As soon as I walked through the door, my stomach rumbling as I smelt the food in the background, and started to undo my belt, Alnia pretty much jumped on top of me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me as hard as she could full on the lips. Master Swordswoman Pt. 02 'Fuck me then,' she said as I removed my belt and left it near the door, her arms hanging round my neck. 'I'm starving,' I complained, slowly dragging her towards the rear of the house, where the dining area and kitchen fire was located, 'I'll fuck you when I've had something to eat.' 'Aww,' she said, swinging round in front of me again, blocking the door to the dining room/kitchen, looking sad and dejected, bending her mouth downward as far as she could and pouting, 'don't you love me anymore?' I pushed her back into the wall to the left before the door, then stared into her bright blue eyes, 'if I don't get some food inside me, I don't think I'll live to fuck anybody.' My stomach growled again after I'd spoken, and we just stood there, staring at each other. Her eyes twinkled, her mouth eventually lost the battle in trying not to grin, as did mine, and we both laughed as we walked into the back room and sat down at the large brown wooden dining table in the centre of the room. The fire was going in the chimney built into the opposite wall, and Steylia took the pot of stew hanging above it before emptying it into a ceramic bowl. I couldn't help but stare at her bum as she did so; it was larger but still held the same overall shape as Alnia's, and I found it very sexy, with her long hair hanging down above it. I would have grabbed and pinched it if she was closer… She then grabbed a spoon from a drawer in the far right corner of the room, and turned towards me. 'Here you go,' Steylia said, putting the bowl of rabbit stew, potatoes and other green vegetables on the table in front of me, 'eat.' 'Thanks,' I replied, glancing at her naked body again, her breasts with small red nipples hanging in front of me as she leaned over, before eating the food as quickly as I could get away with. Steylia moved round and sat down opposite to the right of the fire, which she turned round and extinguished with a metal box, covering the fire with it to starve it of air and make it go out. Alnia sat in the next chair to my left, and slid it as close as she could. Without saying anything, she started sliding her right hand around me and all over my shoulders and back as I ate, stroking my short brown hair, before kissing me on the neck and resting her head on my left shoulder for a while. 'I love you,' she finally said, softly, into my ear. Although I was only half-way through my dinner, I felt like leaving it and taking her to bed - well, ok, I doubt we would have gotten that far - but unfortunately my stomach told me not to. I cried instead. 'I love you too.' I looked up at Steylia, who had since gotten something to drink, and was holding the mug clasped between her hands as she sat opposite me again, a big smile on her face as she watched us. I stared at her nice round breasts as they slowly rose and fell on her chest as she breathed in and out, almost hypnotically. Alnia then grabbed my left hand, which was currently empty, breaking the trance, and pulled it down under the table between her legs. I felt the heat coming from her even before I touched, she was so aroused. And when my fingers did finally make contact, they were covered instantly by the stream of fluid coming from her, and the groan she made when I did so had no problems in making me moist, and Steylia too, probably. I'd definitely underestimated how badly she needed me. I let her hands force my hand down further in between her legs, as she leaned back and opened them for me, to be pressed hard onto her lips, and I let my fingers slide up and down her slit between her folds, then move upwards slightly, feeling for her clitoris. As soon as my middle-finger found it, she gasped and arched her back in the chair, her head thrown back, before letting out an even louder and guttural moan. I stopped eating and watched her, her head framed in the doorway behind her, as I rubbed her clit faster. She kept her head back, her long hair streaming down under her, and groaned louder and faster, her eyes closed, obviously nearing her peak, until, finally, with a loud scream, she thrust her hips out, straightening her legs and feet, almost falling over in the chair as it tipped backwards on two legs, and shuddered in a strong orgasm, before she shrank back and slumped forward, her chair falling back to rest on all four of its legs. 'Fuck yes!' she exclaimed in a gasp afterwards, 'I fucking needed that…' She turned and kissed me full on the lips, pressing her tongue eagerly into my mouth, as we heard another groan, this time from Steylia. We both stopped kissing then turned and watched her mum, as she used both of her hands to masturbate, rubbing herself between her legs under the table, jerking back and forth in the chair, her breasts jumping, smiling at us with glazed eyes, panting and moaning as she also tried to reach orgasm. Soon, she also closed her eyes and threw her head back, like Alnia, as she started to scream, until she, also, finally shuddered in her climax, her pleasure showing through one of the biggest smiles I've ever seen, as she also slumped in her chair afterwards, staring at us. 'I fucking needed that too,' she said, still smiling, panting as she regained her breath, then looked down at my dish 'hurry up and eat that, then you can cum too.' 'Ok,' I said, smiling at her, then hurriedly finished the food. Master Swordswoman Pt. 03 An Evening With Alnia: I To say I was feeling very aroused and wet, as I quickly finished my stew, after watching both Alnia and her mother masturbate, is probably the biggest understatement of my life. Fortunately I still managed to take enough time to swallow it all properly, before Alnia grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom, followed closely behind by Steylia. Closely enough to pinch and grab my bottom numerous times on the way up, too. I'm glad we walked up though -- (not just that it gave her mum more time to touch me) -- since if I'd ran like I probably thought I would, I don't think my stomach would have liked it. The bedroom was quite large, filling the entire upper floor. There was one large double bed in the middle of the room, and a smaller, but still large, single bed to our left, under the front window, which I'd slept in before when staying over if there wasn't room for me in the main bed. There was a large wardrobe and some drawers on the opposite side of the room, flanking the window at the rear of the house, with a table and chair behind us, on the floor covering the bottom of the stairs. Alnia led me straight to the large bed, lay down on it on her back, and dragged me down next to her. I lifted my legs onto the bed, and lay on my side looking at her, knowing that I probably shouldn't do anything too athletic until the food had settled. (A lesson I've unfortunately had to learn the hard way, numerous times). Alnia seemed to understand and we just lay there for a while, looking at each other, with occasional kisses and touching each other -- running our hands over each others sides, our arms and hips, though staying away from each others breasts and nipples - waiting until we were ready to begin. 'Hmmm, you're so pretty,' she told me as I lay there thinking exactly the same thing about her. 'No I'm not,' I replied, automatically thinking the worst about my body, 'I'm ugly; my ears stick out too much, my nose is too small' -- (I have one of these little 'button noses' and I hate it -- I, (and lots of other people, especially the boys), think it makes me look like a pig!) - 'my arms are too long, my hands and feet are too big and my breasts are too small… How on earth can I be pretty?' (About the only things I could say I liked about myself was that I wasn't really fat or too thin, and I thought my legs were ok). 'Aww,' she said, 'I like your ears -- they're like little love handles on your head.' She gave a short chuckle as she lifted her left hand up to caress my right ear, cupping it and stoking behind it… Oh, WOW! It was like there was a direct link between the back of my ear and my pussy! How on earth did my body get wired up like that, and why hadn't I noticed it before!? 'Oooh,' I said as my body shivered with the nice sensations coursing through it, straight between my legs, and rolled over onto my back, opening my legs for her, which also freed my left ear up for her to stroke too - which she did, leaning over me to look me right in the face as she did so, grinning madly, looking me in the eyes, sharing in my pleasure, whilst alternating the strokes on each ear, and driving me crazy! 'Oh FUCK!!' I screamed as both of her hands stroking my ears was enough to make me really cum; the massive sensations running through my body were immense, making me thrust my hips thrust high into the air as I shook pretty violently, having a big orgasm -- (far bigger than I'd expected from having my ears stroked!) - until I fell back down, bouncing slightly on the softly cushioned bed, breathing heavily, fairly exhausted, and grinning madly at Alnia, who leaned over me and grinned back. I realised then that she'd started to cry and she lowered then rested her head on my breast, looking up at me. 'You're so special…' she said, softly, 'and I love you so much… I'm so lucky…' 'Aww,' I said, starting to cry too, as I lifted my right hand up to stroke her hair, 'not as lucky as I am.' I slid my arms round her head, and cuddled her into my breast, before glancing over at her mother. She was lying on her side watching us, smiling broadly, with one hand on her breast, and another between her legs, moving slowly. 'You enjoying yourself?' I asked her. 'Of course I am,' she replied, 'but I think its Alnia's turn now.' 'Ok,' I said, looking back down at her, already thinking about what I could do to repay the pleasure she'd given me. II Alnia looked so happy and peaceful lying on my breast, I didn't really want to move her, but asked anyway, 'what do you want to do?' 'Hmm,' she said, eventually, thinking, 'I want you to really fuck me. Use one of mum's big dildos and make me a woman -- take my maidenhood just like you should.' 'You're still a virgin?' I asked without thinking. Of course she was -- she told me earlier, duh! She giggled, 'of course I am stupid, just like I said. I want you to take me, right now. Make me all yours, just like I should be. Please? Fuck me nice and hard. Give it to me. I know you want to…' She winked at me then rolled over onto her back next to me again, and opened and lifted her legs. Her mother got up and reached over beside the bed, before holding up a fairly large wooden dildo before me, attached to a leather belt/harness. 'There you go,' Steylia said, 'fuck her nice and hard with that, but make sure she's nice and wet first -- we don't want to hurt her any more than we have to, okay?' 'Okay,' I took the dildo from her, then raised my legs up to slide it over my feet and further up my legs until it was hanging in front of my pubic hair. 'Tighten it up here,' Steylia said, pointing to the studs and holes on the right hand side. 'I know,' I replied, 'I've used one before!' 'Hmm, course you have,' she replied, then grinned, 'I just wish you'd use one on me, though!' 'I'm sorry,' I apologised, 'but I think its Alnia's turn first!' 'Of course it is, now make sure it's nice and tight.' I did as she said, then knelt up on the bed, looking down and the wooden cock slowly bouncing before me. I reached down and felt it, feeling its smooth hardness as my fingers slid up and down, as though I was a boy trying to masturbate. I kind of wished I was a boy, and I could feel my hands on the cock, along with the associated pleasure, but then I like being a woman, and I wouldn't like to give that up… I looked over at Alnia, at her blonde hair spread on the pillow, over and up, away from her head, and smiled at her. I thought she looked even more beautiful then ever… 'Get on with it then,' she pleaded, 'I'm so fucking wet again, at this rate I'll cum before we start!' 'Already?' I asked her, amazed that she would be ready again so soon. 'Hell yes, I've only had one orgasm this afternoon, and I want at least one more… Now fuck me and make me cum!' 'Go on,' her mother urged me from my right, as she lay back down on the bed, replacing her hand between her legs, 'get on with it.' Just as I moved round between Alnia's legs, and looked down at her perfect pink, wet and open pussy looking up at me, though, Steylia told me to stop, before getting up and throwing another piece of cloth at me from the other side of the room. 'Put that underneath her bum, just in case she bleeds a lot,' she said, before lying back on the small single bed as before. I did as she suggested then looked back up at Alnia's face, making sure she was ready. I could tell she was just a nervous as I was about this, even though I'd made love to my mum a lot of times, with such a dildo or without. I'd never taken anyone's virginity before, though, and all I knew was how much it had hurt me when my mother took mine, though the pain certainly didn't last long - I hoped it would be the same for her… I shuffled up to her and angled the wooden cock down to the entrance of her pretty little pink cunt, with her hood and clitoris protruding out above, before looking up at her again. I felt I could just kneel there and stare at her all night, she was so beautiful. 'For fucks sake!' she cried 'just fuck me with it already!' I leaned forward onto my hands either side of her body and pushed my legs straight behind me, making sure the dildo was still pointing into her hole. Then I looked at her face, straight into her eyes, as I rammed my hips and lower body down hard with a quick grunt, forcing the pretend-cock deep into her womb, destroying her hymen with the quick hard thrust inside. Her body arched as her hands reached up to grab the railings on the headboard and she screamed in both pleasure and pain, her eyes screwed shut as she threw her head back. I waited for her to calm down, leaving the wooden cock deep inside her, and my body hovering above hers, leaning on my hands and arms, not moving again until she was ready. She slowly sank back down, her big blue eyes opening again and looking down to rest on mine. 'Go on then,' she said 'fuck me…' I lifted my hips up, pulling the dildo almost out of her completely, looking down to make sure it was still aimed correctly, then looked back up at her again, before ramming it inside her hard again once more. 'AAAH-OOH!' she groaned loudly as I thrust it in as far as it could go. 'Deeper!' she continued as I slowly withdrew it again. 'Deeper?' I said, confused, 'how on earth am I supposed to do that?' 'I don't care! I want it so deep it hits my bottom!' I thought about it, then used my right arm to get under her left leg and lift it higher, before doing the same with my left, leaving her bent upwards, resting her legs under and round my shoulders. 'Is that better?' I asked her 'Fuck yes!' she said 'fuck me just like that!' I had to reach down again, and make sure the dildo was back in position, before looking back up and ramming it down and forward inside her again. 'AAAAH FUCK!!!' she screamed as our pubic hair met, the dildo going in as far as it could 'YES!!! MORE!!!!' 'You like that?' I asked, smiling at her, staring at her face which was looking back at me in absolute joy. 'Fuck YES!!!' She replied on the next thrust. 'Good! I want to make you scream, bitch!!' I cried with the next big thrust downwards. Oh my Lord, where did that come from? I have no idea why I swore at her, why I insulted her so, as I continued pumping into her as hard as I could, my body on automatic, making her scream loudly with each giant thrust… Unfortunately, though, after the afternoon of practice, and my own orgasm earlier, my energy couldn't last for long enough, and I soon collapsed on top of her, letting her legs fall back down around me, my head falling next to hers on the pillow before I rolled off her, pulling the dildo out of her as I moved. 'AWW,' she complained loudly 'I'm almost there.' She pouted her bottom lip, 'I was fucking loving it too…' 'I'm… so… sorry…' I said, trying to get my breath back, starting to weep in sorrow both at her plight, and at my shame of insulting her, even in the midst of the pleasure I obviously gave her, 'I'm… fucking… knackered…' Thankfully Steylia took over, getting up and moving round to Alnia's side of the bed, before shoving her left hand between Alnia's legs, and her fingers inside her… 'Oh WOW!' screamed Alnia, as her mother obviously found her special part inside, now that her maidenhood had been taken, 'FUCK!!!!' It really didn't take long for her to orgasm with a massive scream that almost deafened me. 'Thank… you… mum…' she panted afterwards, 'that…was…fucking…awesome…' She looked down at her body, then reached down with her hand, and rubbed the front of her abdomen, over her pubic hair, slowly. She was obviously thinking about the special part and place inside herself that her mother had shown her. I was feeling slightly jealous that I didn't do that for her myself, but I knew I should be grateful instead for the opportunity she gave me to take her virginity instead… She then turned to face me and reached up to stroke my face, 'you were good too, thank you so much.' She leaned over and kissed me, saying, 'I love you,' after. 'I love you too,' I replied, though I still felt the shame of my insult, before I snuggled up to her. I lay my head on her shoulder, holding her with my right arm wrapped around, trying to console myself, before finally falling asleep. Nightwatch: I It seemed like I'd only just got to sleep, though I'm sure I must have been dreaming about something, when Steylia was shaking me awake. 'Time for guard duty,' she spoke into my ear, before going back to the other bed to sleep again. I wished I could do the same, but as she said, it's time for work. I slowly extracted my arm which still lay round Alnia, then slowly moved off the bed and stood up, careful not wake her, which thankfully, I didn't. I checked the time on the (time)-candle Steylia had lit yesterday, on the table, and realised I didn't have much left. After finally taking the dildo off that I still wore from earlier, I quickly but carefully trod down the stairs, missing the spots I knew that made the most noise, before grabbing my sword on the way out. I jogged back to my house on the western road in the village and quietly unlocked and opened the front door so as not to wake my mother. I grabbed my heavy leather armour hanging just inside the door on the wall, and after leaning my sword against the wall underneath, put it on as quickly as I could, which was never easy in the dark, even though I knew exactly what to do. After I had done so, I fastened the sword-belt back around my waist, and trotted off to the north gate to start my guard shift, locking the door again on my way out. I met the current guard captain, Stannon, by the north gate and relieved him. He was an old veteran from Faybridge, who'd lost half an arm to an Orc axe when defending against an Orc raid on the front line up at the border, and one of the five paid members of the militia, similar to me, though the other four don't get paid as much since they're only expected to train part-time. A lot of people like him make up village militia like ours -- those who can still hold a sword, run and fight, just not well enough to survive on the front line. Since he was the most seasoned warrior in the village, he captained one of the three guard shifts, in his case, the afternoon/evening shift, which generally had the weaker volunteers, (mainly women halberd users like my mum and Steylia, though Alnia sometimes covered this shift too), since the night shift will also generally be available at this time for emergencies -- (i.e. not asleep in bed, assuming they don't have a nap like me - oops). I was the best fighter so I captained the most dangerous overnight guard shift with one other paid member and the better volunteers. The morning shift was taken by the next-best student, who happened to be Nepin, along with the last paid member and the average volunteers. I climbed up the stairs to the walkway attached within the village wall. It also covers the rear of the gates once shut, enabling us to walk the whole way round the village wall, including a walkway around the mill, at night. The area surrounding the village is illuminated by angled torches on the outside of the village wall below the top to keep them out of our direct sight and preserve our night vision, but high enough to reach and light from the inside, which is done shortly before nightfall. Since I was the guard captain at night, I mainly covered the northern half of the village, since that's the direction from which the Orcs are expected to attack. Each guard, (including me) only spends a short time in each position though, before cycling round to the left, to make sure we don't get bored, weary and/or careless just looking at the same patch of scenery all the time. Tonight it was dark, with thin wispy clouds blocking the moonlight most of the time, limiting the distance we could see. I could just make out the bridge to the north, across the small river Meatonbrook, which branches off the Meaton and heads west-north-west. Beyond the bridge I could make out the tiny flickering torches further in the distance that belonged to the village of Meatonfork, (yes, I know -- well I think it's funny…) - which was even smaller than Bymeatonsfield. We all knew that if Orcs attacked then Meatonfork should hopefully give us some warning since it guards the small but increasingly important bridge on the road through the mountains. Although Meatonfork was small, with very little industry supporting it, it still had a fair number of guards defending it because of its important position. Thankfully tonight seemed to be pretty normal, with not much going on. I could hear plenty of noise at the inn, which was unsurprising since they are well known for their daily late-night orgies that I mentioned before. I would have liked to have gone at least once myself, but it wasn't going to happen while I had this guard shift. Still, I'd be the biggest liar in Misiland if I said the noises from the inn didn't arouse me, both sexually and with envy, as they always did. I managed to resist looking round at the inn, though, and just smiled at the scenery whilst listening to the noises from behind. I continued thinking about what I'd called Alnia earlier. Part of me considered it very wrong to insult anybody like that, my mother having told me off and chastised me every time for doing so before, the last time being when my sister and I had a brief fight over who should accompany my mother when she took a trip to Millton, a few years ago. (Only one of us ever travels with her on such trips, and it was my turn to go, but Teela wanted to go in my place, and wasn't letting me go anywhere before I agreed). It ended in violence unfortunately, with me pulling her hair and calling her a bitch, just as mother walked in. Of course, because I was the one who was caught, (even though Teela had kicked and hit me before then), I was the one who was punished and didn't get to go because of it. Typical. There was another part of me, though, buried far deeper inside, that I felt was the problem, as it was the part which caused me to insult her in the first place. Ever since I'd started my sword-fighting lessons, I'd innately understood that I'd need to keep this part of me under very tight control, and subconsciously sought to bury it deeper every year. Trying to think about it all then seemed to take a lot of effort, though, and brought the same old fear as ever -- I was very afraid to let this part of me surface, since I knew, deep down, that if I ever did, I'd only end up hurting someone. I really didn't think I could control it yet -- my anger, fear, pride, envy -- all the ingredients that when combined with my fighting skill, I knew would be very explosive and dangerous to all those surrounding me, so I kept it well hidden. And now Alnia seemed to be doing her best to make it all surface… And I was afraid. I was afraid because I ENJOYED it. Yes, I liked it! I admit it too - (at least to myself). I liked calling her a bitch yesterday as I fucked her -- and I wanted to do it again! I wanted to walk in there and grab her and fuck her, as hard as I could, make her scream with pleasure while insulting her and forcing her to do whatever I wished! Yes, I wanted to use her as my sex-slave. And I knew, deep down, that it's what she wanted too -- her recent actions had merely confirmed what I'd always suspected. And yet I was afraid, ashamed and embarrassed. I couldn't do it. I couldn't hurt her, even if she wanted me to. So I stood there, with all these thoughts running round my head, but not really listening to them, trying to ignore them as best as I could as I stared out into the darkness and shadows. Master Swordswoman Pt. 03 Nothing seemed to happening out there in the shadows though, save for the odd whimper of a horse from the Tearson farm to the north-west, and the noise from the Inn slowly faded over time as we moved round from post to post. Eventually I gave myself a break by spending some time on the south wall, which meant I could afford to relax a little more than I could on the north wall. II Something always happens when I'm on the south wall. Nothing bad though, thankfully - far from it… The old smith had the house at the south-east corner of the Millton road in the village, nearest the gate, with the forge and working area behind. Although he died over 5 years ago, his wife, Mitsy, (I've only ever heard her nickname spoken, and am not sure what it's short for), and her son, Levin, (who is generally on the evening shift, since he's so bad), still live there together. For the past couple of months, every time I've been outside their house on guard duty, Mitsy has decided to put on a show for me. Since the bedroom window is at just the right height for me to watch on the walkway, I've been able to watch her as she shows off. Thankfully Levin seemed to spending his nights elsewhere at that time… Since that night was no exception… The room was dimly lit from the small longer burning candles we all use in order to keep a light going and use to light other, brighter candles and fires, but then grew brighter as Mitsy lit a normal candle, and brought it to the window. She was wearing a robe that was fastened round the waist, and showed me nothing of her body but her head, though the large mounds of her breasts still stood out underneath, but I knew that would all change soon and stood there waiting, eager in anticipation. Unfortunately there was never any way I could join her in the act she was about to begin, but I'd since learned to deal with it, and just enjoy it, like the noises from the inn. There have been occasions when I'd thought about visiting her and joining her at some other time, hopefully in bed, naked, but I hadn't yet done so by then. After she'd put the candle down by the window so I could see her clearly, she lifted her arms up and stretched, letting the robe tighten around her large breasts, showing them off of course, before lowering them and starting to stroke herself, starting with her long brown hair that framed her long face, and with ears that were just visible, sticking out of the hair, with brown eyes, a smallish nose, wide, thick lips, narrow angular cheeks and slim narrow jaw -- all the angles of her face prominent in the shadows from the candlelight. She soon moved her hands down to her shoulders, and continued moving up and down her arms, before moving down to her breasts, cupping and rubbing them within her robe, whilst also pinching her nipples. She stared at me whilst doing this, both of us smiling at each other, enjoying the show both being created and watched. It was clear she enjoyed this immensely, and I wasn't going to spoil it for her by any means… She then moved downwards, rubbing her stomach, before turning round and bending over, stroking her hands over her bottom and the tops of her legs. I still couldn't see any of her skin, thanks to the robe, but the teasing was still enjoyable to watch. She eventually stood back up and turned back round to face me, still smiling, before lifting up a leg on the windowsill, being very careful not to let the robe part and show anything it shouldn't (yet!). Then she slowly caressed the leg, starting with her foot, and slowly moving up the leg, keeping her hands on top of the robe, until she finished rubbing up the length of her thigh, before turning round and doing the same with the other leg. Once she'd finished that, she turned her back again, and dropped the top of her robe, showing me her back, before slowly sliding from side to side and shaking her bum, still teasing me. By now I had a big grin on my face -- I really enjoyed it when she did this. Then she pulled the robe back up and tied it, before turning round again. Now she turned to the side, and lifted her opposite leg up, and this time slid the robe back up the leg to show it off to me, (but no more than that, yet!), again, caressing it from foot to thigh as before, then repeating with the other leg. Afterwards, she stood back up facing me, and slowly started to tease me with her breasts again. Brushing and caressing them all over again, and slowly drawing her robe down until it stopped just above them, again showing nothing but her bare shoulders. However, after that, she slowly started drawing the robe in, closer to the edge of her breasts, slowly showing her ample cleavage, before slowly drawing it further outward, creating a large V shape of skin down to her waist, then giving me one, two, three quick flashes of a nipple on each side, as she turned to her right and left in profile. She eventually stayed turned to her left, then slowly slid the robe down over her right breast, though I couldn't quite see it clearly as it was in shadow from the candlelight, before pulling the robe up again, and turning round to her right, before doing the same with the left breast, showing it to me fully this time, her large round breast topped with a very stiff red/pink nipple pointing to my left. Keeping her other breast covered she turned to face me, and started rubbing her breasts again, both covered and uncovered -- tweaking and pinching her nipples, her face showing that she was obviously aroused heavily herself now. I could tell because of that, that it was time for her to increase the pace of the show, as she finally slid the robe down to her waist and put her hands on her hips, finally and proudly showing both of her large breasts with big red nipples and large areolae to me. I grinned at her but continued staring as she turned to the side again for her usual final act. This time, however, was different, and she turned completely around away from me, and let her robe drop to the floor, showing me her bottom, which was also fairly big and round, like her breasts. She then turned back to the side and lifted up her opposite leg again. Now I could see her pubic hair clearly, which had never happened before -- she usually kept her robe on for this. She slid her hand between her legs, and started to rub her clitoris, her head thrown back as she let out a groan with her eyes shut as she fingered herself. I was expecting that to be all now, until she finally came, but she surprised me again. She turned to face me again, the first time I'd ever seen her completely naked in front, and I thought she was beautiful; her skin glowing in the candlelight, surrounding her nipples and black pubic hair. Then she spread her legs, letting me see the pink lips in-between, surrounded by hair, before she opened them for me with her fingers, so I could see her open hole and just make out her protruding clitoris, before sliding her hand between her legs, and pushing her fingers inside herself. She held on to the top of the window frame, as she slightly leant back and lifted her left leg up, letting me watch her hand and fingers flicker in the candlelight as she frantically finished fingering herself off for me. She let out many grunts with each thrust before finally groaning loudly when she came, thrusting her pelvis at me, and squirting her juices over the windowsill, before collapsing back onto the floor in her room. I was grinning broadly, more than a little aroused by her show, liking the feeling of my juices running down my thighs, inside my leather leggings since I never bothered with any underwear. As soon as she managed to pick herself up off the floor, we both blew each other a kiss, before she blew out the candle and closed the shutters on the window, and I tuned round and walked back to the northern wall to continue my guard duty. Eventually, daybreak arrived and soon after it was time to change the guard shift. I handed over to Nepin and headed back home to drop off my armour, stopping in the kitchen to get some bread and blackberry-jam to eat, before heading back to Alnia's for a nap, still nervous about what might happen between us. Master Swordswoman Pt. 04 A Morning Of Confusion: I I walked the short trip from my house on the western road to Middlestone town, (which is half-a-days ride away west and slightly north of the village), across to Alnia's on the other side of the hall, on the road across to the mill. The inn, over on my left opposite Alnia's, was not quite 'open' this early yet, though it never shuts fully – if you've got any money to spend Jemila will be happy to oblige you and relieve you of it, regardless of the time of day or year. You'll probably find it surprising that the inn hadn't got a name yet – (Bymeatonsfield Inn doesn't count!) – but that's only because Jemila couldn't decide which one to use… Everyone in the village had their own suggestions of course, The Naked Lady being the main suggestion that kept re-surfacing, but Jemila had already said she didn't like that one, so… (I liked The Naked Lady of Bymeatonsfield (Inn) myself, but my opinion wasn't the one that mattered at that time, unfortunately). I walked up to Alnia's and knocked on the door, knowing that it would still be locked at this time. It shortly opened to Alnia's smiling face, as she moved aside to let me walk in, pinching my bum as I walked past her into the hallway. As I took off my sword, I turned to look at her as she closed the door, then she walked round me and stood facing me at the bottom of the stairs, staring at me as I hung my sword up on a nail on the wall by the door. When I turned and stared back at her, all of sudden many thoughts ran through my head; of grabbing her hair, of picking her up and throwing her on the floor before me, of slapping her face, then finally of giving her the hardest and roughest fuck I could imagine… And she grinned at me, almost as if she could tell exactly what I was thinking, and I knew my body had betrayed me, growing aroused at the nasty thoughts running through my head, my nipples growing stiff and my cunt moist. And then I was ashamed again, as my conscious thought caught up with the other - ashamed and afraid… I ran. I threw the door open and ran out the house, round the corner and down the Millton road, eventually reaching the rocks surrounding and creating my favourite place, and I slumped down next to them, crying in shame after what I'd thought about doing to Alnia. While I was kneeling there, eventually more thoughts entered my head, of things Teacher Paynor had said, my mother, Steylia, even my sister. And I became confused again. It was almost like my brain was trying to tell me something, but I couldn't make it out, it was all too confusing, too jumbled up; the only message I seemed to get from it, was that all my problems seemed to be related in some way, but how and in exactly what way I couldn't tell. I gave up, lay down, and fell asleep then and there. II I awoke with some highly sexual thoughts fading in my head, and although I tried vainly to remember them, and figure out what they were, I couldn't. Eventually I opened my eyes, and found myself facing the rocks, lying on the soft grass on my side, with a wet hand between my legs. I'd obviously been frigging myself silly. I felt a touch on my back with a shock as I moved my hand away. 'Did you enjoy yourself?' it was my mother's voice, and I relaxed, and rolled over to face her. She was lying there, also naked, with a hand between her legs. 'I don't know,' I said, unable to remember any of my thoughts from before 'are you enjoying yourself?' 'Yep, I enjoyed it too,' she replied, then also removed her right hand from between her legs, and caressed my left leg with it, smearing her clear fluid across. 'You shouldn't be afraid you know…' I was surprised, and wondered how she knew exactly what was happening with me, and said so. 'Oh, darling,' she said, lifting her hand up to caress my face, which still smelt of her sweet and tangy juices, 'we all know what your problem is. We've been trying to help you with it, and Alnia thought she'd be the best person to do so.' 'What?' I said, not quite believing what I was hearing. 'I was hoping that maybe trying to arrange for you to be with someone else might help force the issue somewhat, but it seems it didn't help quite as much as I'd hoped. You're too afraid, darling - you always have been – but now you're too timid and too modest as well. You're just too… There's a word I'm looking for but can't find… Too… Nope, I can't think of it. Sorry.' 'I'm sorry,' I said, and then I started to cry, and couldn't stop, as my mother hugged me and drew my head down to her breast. I was still as confused as I'd ever been, but was in some way happy that my problem wasn't quite my own anymore – that I had other people to help me, as though I'd never realised it before. 'It's ok,' she whispered, as she gently stoked my hair, 'it's ok…' Eventually I stopped crying, and she kissed my forehead. 'I love you,' she said, then I looked up at her, and we kissed, solidly and passionately, our tongues meeting and entwining, exploring each others familiar mouths, as she rolled over on top of me. 'I love you too,' I said as soon as we took a break from our kiss. 'Let me make love to you,' she whispered in my ear, before moving her hands down my chest to caress and fondle my breasts, squeezing and pinching the nipples, before moving her mouth down there too. My hands moved to wrap around her head, and she licked and sucked and even bit my nipples as I groaned and writhed in the pleasure she gave. I love her so much! I may have been masturbating earlier, but from my feeling now, I don't think I managed to finish. It seemed that every little touch she made on my body with her hands or her lips and tongue gave me little stabs of pleasure, which slowly spread throughout my body, and which occasionally turned into little orgasms. It was absolutely wonderful – my mother knew how to make me happier than anyone else I knew at the time - maybe even more than Alnia… Probably. I opened my eyes, without even realising I'd closed them, and looked up. Over and beyond my mothers head as she still sucked my right nipple, sending small waves of sensual pleasure through my body, I saw a man leaning back against the rocks. He was tall and slim with black hair and a small nose, watching us, naked from the waist down and masturbating, slowly rubbing his fairly long erect cock sticking out in front of him from the bushy black pubic hair on his abdomen; up and down its length his hand moved, as his balls danced around underneath. Good! I wanted him to watch; I wanted him to cum all over, watch his spunk fly out of his cock on onto us, and hear him groan with pleasure as he came over me and my mother. I'm sure mum knew he was there, as I noticed her widen her open legs, letting him look at her wet pussy. At that moment I was jealous of him, wishing I could see it too, that I could pleasure it for her, rub her clitoris, and slide my fingers inside her as I'd done many times before. Then I realised someone else had noticed us, or the man watching us more likely, and slid past him, and up next to the large wooden frame on top of stone foundations on the right, that had yet to be turned into a house. I thought she was really pretty; she had long black hair and dark skin, wearing a thin off-white robe that looked very expensive, and wore a large ring on her right hand, that also looked just as valuable. Her long face and big green eyes, with small lips and short nose was fairly attractive to me, but I still thought Steylia, aswell as Alnia, had her beaten in that regard. She stood there, looking at my mother and I, then slowly slid her robe up to her waist, showing her large black triangle of pubic hair above her long white legs, and also shrugged it from her shoulders until it slid down, showing her small but beautiful white breasts with bright pink nipples, and bunched around her waist. The woman lifted her left leg up, letting me see her pink lips protruding from under her short hairy mound, and slid her left hand across to her right breast, caressing it and squeezing her nipple. She then slid her right hand between her legs, rubbing her clitoris and the rest of her labia with her index finger, whilst gazing at my mother's wide open cunt that was on display for her. My mother looked round and saw the woman there, then grinned at both of us, as she moved to my left, straddling my left leg, before reaching down between my legs with her right hand, to rub my clitoris too, that was now also on display. I watched the man, still slowly masturbating, as the waves of pleasure began to flow from between my legs; watching him trying to decide who to look at, maybe also trying to decide if he could join with any of us and fuck someone, rather than just jerk himself off. I thought he'd be better off with the black haired woman than my mother and I. 'Go on then', I told him, 'take her. Rap, I mean fuck her!' Oh my Lord, I did it again! I practically told him to rape her! What was I thinking?? What on earth was wrong with me? I couldn't believe I just did that - I felt like I just wanted the ground to open up and bury me! Whilst I was thinking that, however, the man had stepped over to the woman, and kissed her, forcing her back on the timber frame behind her, then lifted her legs up round his waist and lowered her onto his cock, before fucking her hard and fast like I told him to. I couldn't help but become even more aroused from watching this, and my mother noticed, and slid her fingers inside my open twat, fucking me in time with the couple in front of us. The woman turned her head and looked at me as I groaned when she did, and we stared at each other, urging each other on, wanting the other to feel as much pleasure as possible. Soon the man had had enough of that position and was getting tired, so the woman turned round and told him to fuck her in the ass. He grabbed his cock, aimed it and slid it inside her ass with a quick thrust, making her groan loudly, before reaching round for her breasts and lifting her almost vertical and pushing her against the wooden frame. I thought it looked and sounded so naughty – I'd never been fucked like that before, and never really wanted to either. I could tell they were both enjoying it, though, and I quickly had to close my eyes as the pleasure my mother was giving me became too great – the waves of pleasure tingling through my body was just too much at that time. I opened my eyes briefly, when the man said he was about to cum, and watched as he did so, with a big thrust into the woman's ripe round bum. I closed my eyes quickly after that moment, though, because I was about to cum myself, before finally doing so, almost overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure flowing through me, and I writhed there on the grass underneath my mother, and let out a long groan as the pleasure vibrated along my body. Eventually it faded, leaving a nice wonderful afterglow, as I opened my eyes again, and found the woman lying on the grass next to me, on my right. 'Hope that was a good one,' she said, smiling broadly. 'Of course it was,' I said, before my thoughts came rushing back, and I felt ashamed again, 'I'm sorry for what I said, though, I didn't really mean it, it just, well, came out…' 'Hey,' she said, reaching up to stroke my hair, 'it's not rape if I say yes, okay? Hmm, I like your hair, it's short but very silky. I wish mine was like that.' I reached up and stroked her hair too – it felt very rough and course, and obviously needed a wash. Next thing I knew, she'd grabbed as much hair of mine as she could on the back of my head, and pulled my head to hers, forcing my lips onto hers, kissing her, which surprised me, to say the least! I felt my mother roll off of me completely, and then the woman grabbed my left hand, and forced it between her legs, before pulling my head back away from her face a little. 'Fuck me,' she spat at me, 'make me fucking cum' I slid my fingers inside her, and rubbed her clit with my thumb, as she forced my mouth back onto hers, and fucked her as best as I could, occasionally helped by her hand on my wrist trying to get me to fuck her harder. Thankfully it didn't take long before she yanked my head back, away, and cried out in orgasm, bending her head back to scream into the sky. Eventually, she looked back over at me, and released my hair, stroking it. 'Thank you,' she said, 'I needed that' Then she got back up and walked, well - waddled, off round the rocks, hidden from view. I didn't know what to say afterwards - I was stunned, and just as confused as before. I lay there thinking for a short while, watching the black-haired woman ride by on a small cart before us into the village, until I heard a chuckle from my mum. I looked round, frowning, wondering why she found it so funny, and as soon as I did, she started to laugh. 'What's so funny?' I asked her. 'You,' she replied, 'you looked so shocked it's ridiculous. Did you enjoy it though?' I looked down, trying to think as to whether or not I did. It didn't take long to realise I actually hated it. I told my mother that too, which just made her laugh even more. 'You really don't get it, do you?' she chuckled. 'Get what?' I demanded, I wanted someone to tell me what the hell was going on, already! She broke out in the biggest laugh I've ever seen her make after that, and it took quite a long time for her to stop. Quite a few people stopped and stared, before walking on, wondering what was so amusing. 'Oh dear me,' she said, after she finally calmed down, 'you're supposed to be a swordsman, or woman rather, but without a sword you're just hopeless. It's funny!' I didn't know what to say to that. I still didn't really get it. 'I dunno,' she sighed, 'maybe one of these days you'll finally understand, but it doesn't look like it's going to be today.' She stood up and held her arms out for me 'come here.' I stood up and stepped across and hugged her like she wanted. I still felt so confused, but since I hadn't a clue what to do, I just hugged her and stayed silent. 'Still,' my mother continued, whispering in my ear 'I must have the best confused trainee swordsman, or woman, in the country.' It still made me feel a little better, though didn't help clear my mind at all. I just couldn't quite see what the problem, or the solution to it, was – it was all there, in my head, amongst all the mist and confusion, somewhere, if only I could find it, could see it in front of me. Then I'd be the best non-confused trainee swordswoman in the country… Well, I hoped… I sighed into my Mum's neck as I kissed it, and hugged her tightly. III My mother and I slowly walked back home, hand-in-hand but it didn't help me much. My mind was completely elsewhere at this time. The closer we got the centre, and therefore Alnia's house, the sadder I became. As we got the corner next to her house, I started to cry. My mother stopped us and turned in front of me. 'Hey,' she said, 'what are you crying for now?' 'I love Alnia so much, but…' I started but became lost for words, not sure how to tell what had happened and how to deal with it, 'but… I…' 'It's ok,' she said, stroking my head again, 'we can leave that for later. Lets go home and get some lunch, okay?' 'Well, I… Er… Better get my sword back from them first I think… Wouldn't want to go to my practice and lesson without it, would I?' I said, but it showed in my face (I hoped) that I didn't really want to see Alnia and get the sword for myself. Thankfully my mother understood and went and knocked on their door, and asked Steylia for it, which didn't take long. I strapped my sword back on whilst I walked back to the house. 'So,' my mum said, 'you should feel better now you've got your sword back on?' 'Nope, sorry,' I replied, 'doesn't work that way.' 'Aww, oh well, there goes that idea,' she ruffled my hair as we approached the door. She unlocked it ahead of me, and dragged me through into the dining room/kitchen after I took my sword off, then told me to sit down. I sat down where she told me to, then watched her as she made lunch for us; some ham and cheese salad sandwiches which I quite like. After she sat down opposite, I suddenly had the urge to ask her a question that was so completely unrelated to anything I was thinking of, just to change the subject and maybe also try and change things in my head a little. It took all four of my sandwiches to finally think of something worth asking about; it became one of those moments when all of a sudden I had the urge to ask one of those little questions I've wanted to know the answer to for a long time, but never got round to asking – (if you know what I mean?). 'Mum?' I asked, making her look up at me, to find out what I wanted to know. 'Yes?' 'Where did we get the name Tryndal from? Why are we called that?' As I said, I've been meaning to ask this question for years, just for some reason I never really got round to it… 'As far as I know,' she explained, clearly happy just to talk to me, 'the Tryndal name comes from a hill just outside of Evendale to the north-east, Tryndal hill, upon which someone thought to start a village, Tryndaltop. Now, whether or not the name for the family comes from the hill, or the hill was named for the family I couldn't say, all I know is that my great-grandmother came from there, and ended up stopping, then settling here, after selling all her cloth on the way to Millton, and realising there was a need for it in this location.' 'Ok,' well, I guess now I knew, 'good business sense I guess.' 'Exactly. Just like me' she paused, grinning 'not too sure about you though, I guess I should be glad I've got Teela to teach instead. It would be a shame to leave the village without a clothmaker called Tryndal. I mean, you can see how bad it is without a smithy, let alone a knowledge-teacher! Imagine if there wasn't a clothmaker too!' 'Hmm.' I guess I need to point out that family names, if kept, (a lot of people choose to change their names, mainly if they move a long way, and lose contact with their relatives), are passed down through the female side of the family, not the male. It should be pretty obvious why - I mean, imagine having 3 children from three different men, and having to call them all completely different names? It wouldn't work, would it? Exactly! Well, okay, I guess it is fairly obvious when most people don't get married, (only really rich people and royalty get married in our country, not lowly peasants like us, which is why I'm bothering to explain in case you're rich and/or royalty and don't understand). If a man should choose to stay and live with a woman and/or his own children, then it is entirely up to him if he wishes to change his name or not. He is not really expected to have sex with his own children once old enough, though having sex with anyone else whether he lives with them or not certainly is, and likewise for the woman he lives with. Having said that, incestuous relationships, (even those with the opposite sex), are still not really taboo. Any children produced from an incestuous relationship however, will be expected to be looked after fully and not shunned – we need more people too badly to turn anyone away, regardless of background, so we'd rather have a small amount of inbred people than none at all. Just how badly, though, I didn't know or realise at that time… 'Anyway, shouldn't you be getting along to practice now?' my Mother asked, slowly getting out of her chair to walk into the other room, where her loom and other clothmaking stuff is kept. Master Swordswoman Pt. 04 'Good point I guess,' I replied, getting up also, giving mum a quick hug before I grabbed my sword and headed to the training area. IV Although I did my best to try and empty my head and concentrate on the practice to come, I just couldn't manage to do so by the time I reached the training/practice area. Teacher and I exchanged a few pleasantries, since I happened to be on time for once, though I think he could tell immediately that my mind was elsewhere… Again, I ran through the quick warm-up, before starting my usual practice routine… The first thing I practiced was my footwork, but today I wasn't thinking about my feet at all. I still couldn't get what I did with Alnia out of my head at all, whatsoever. And now I was here practicing, it seemed to try and urge me onward within, to try and make the connection between that and my lessons overall. Because of that I really wasn't thinking about what I was currently doing, or, unfortunately, where I was doing it, and I ended up stepping on Carthil Folwood's, (Stannon's son), right foot. Oops. I quickly apologised, though Carthil seemed to think he was at fault too, so we left it at that. I looked over at Teacher, to see what he thought, and see if he was cross, but he seemed to be watching us, well, mostly me, quite distantly at that point. I didn't know what to make of it, so I carried on with my practice. Once I'd finished with my footwork, I started on the basic defensive moves; blocks, parries and such forth. Thankfully, this time I didn't make any errors and hit anyone, since I was practicing with my real sword, and not a wooden one. I say thankfully, because I still wasn't quite with it – half of the time I had no idea what I was doing at all, I just seemed to be doing everything automatically. I eventually finished with the defensive work, and started on the offensive moves, from slashes to stabs in numerous different directions and patterns, getting completely and totally lost in my own mind whilst doing so, wondering what Alnia was still thinking, and wondering what was going to happen when I next saw her. The next thing I knew, when I finally finished the offensive work, was that everyone else but me and Teacher had gone home. I didn't realise it was getting so late, since I'd been so unaware of anything but myself and my sword for the whole practice session. All I had to wonder about now, was what Teacher Paynor's lesson was going to entail before he sent me home. I turned round to look at him again. He was still watching me, and was smiling. I walked up to him and asked him if he was going to give me another lesson. 'Not today' he replied, 'at least not that kind of lesson. If you're lucky, you might learn something else, but it's not up to me. Just practice is enough for today I feel, so grab a training sword and we'll see how you do' If I was confused before, his words just added to it. It almost made me cry – (how am I supposed to get anywhere if all everyone does is confuse me all the time?) – but I knew crying wouldn't be a good way to start a practice duel and sparring session with Teacher. Not if I wanted to have any chance at all that day. Since I was so confused and my thoughts were most definitely elsewhere, I knew I stood absolutely no chance against him. How he expected me to learn anything at all from it I had absolutely no idea. I thought it would have been better if he'd just send me home. It was weird – it was like a part of my brain was still trying to be sensible, but was completely overwhelmed by the part that wasn't. Unfortunately, the non-sensible/completely crazy and confused part then went into overdrive… As I picked up the heavy round training sword, the only thing I could think of was just how much of it I could manage to fit into Alnia's pussy. Maybe fucking her with that would make her feel better! I wasn't even aware of standing there, lining up opposite teacher for the duel; all I could think of was imagining waving the sword about with a little Alnia impaled on the end of it, and I thought it was so FUNNY. And then teacher attacked, swinging his sword horizontally at my left shoulder… I wish I could say what happened in the duel. I wish I could describe it, blow-by-blow, block-by-block, but I can't. The only thing I remember was when it finished, with Teacher standing there before me, still holding his sword, but downwards, by his side. 'Well done,' he said, 'that was the best you've fought against me, and I hope you've learned something from this' I hadn't a clue what to say, since I hadn't a clue what actually happened! I fought well? How did that happen? Looking at Teacher's face, though, it was almost like he expected this to happen. 'What?' I asked 'How?' 'You haven't a clue what happened have you?' he asked. 'Nope,' I replied, 'I'm afraid my minds been elsewhere today, I feel so confused it's ridiculous.' 'I know,' he said, confirming what I thought too, 'but it merely confirmed what I already knew.' 'What?' I asked, again, wondering what he was talking about. 'You know everything you need to know in order to become Master Vatton's student,' (Master Vatton being Teacher Paynor's own instructor from Millton), 'but you think about it all far too much normally. All that thinking does, Kathina, is slow you down.' He then paused and sighed. I couldn't think of anything to say in reply, but I thought about what he just said instead… (Master Vattons student? Have a Master teach me to become a teacher myself? Why hadn't I thought about that before, instead of going to Evendale?!). 'Unfortunately, Kathina, it's obvious that that isn't your only problem. If you were really ready to be Beelan's student, you would have beaten me in the duel we just had, and you certainly had enough opportunities to do so. Unfortunately, you didn't take them, like you should have.' He sighed again. 'Kathina, if you want to be a swordsman, you need to be far more aggressive and assertive. Think about it. It's pointless learning to swordfight if you're not going to kill the first Orc you run across, okay? If you don't kill the Orc, I can guarantee he will…kill you… Understood?' That was probably the worst telling off Teacher had ever given me – oh, I know it wasn't really a 'telling off', but it felt like it, and it made me so sad… I ended up falling to the ground and crying my eyes out. I couldn't help it – I mean, imagine spending years working on something that you think you're good at, and then being told you're USELESS! 'Oh, I'm a swordswoman, but I couldn't hurt a fly' ran through my head, over and over, and I got up and ran home, leaving the training sword on the floor, almost blind through my tears, but not running into anything, until I finally got in and ran straight upstairs to bed, throwing myself on it and crying into the pillow… Master Swordswoman Pt. 05 A Master Without A Sword: I As I lay face down on my bed and cried, I heard my mother walk up the stairs and enter the room. 'Hey, what's the matter?' she asked as she walked over and sat next to me on the bed, then reached out and stroked my hair. 'I'm fucking useless!' I cried into the pillow in reply. 'No you're not,' she said, 'you just need some small improvements. Ramus told the village council that there were a couple of things you needed to work on, and I guess you've been having some problem with that, yes?' 'Ramus?' I realised I'd never heard Teacher Paynor's first name before, 'I think it's a little more than a couple of things, though -- I'm supposed to be a swordswoman, but I couldn't hurt a fly!' I hit the pillow with a fist, but continued sobbing, as the words I'd spoken to myself continued to rattle around in my head, before my mother put her arm round my neck and lifted me up, hugging me into her chest. Here I am, supposed to be a grown woman, crying into my mothers' breast like a small child! 'Oh darling,' she said as she continued to stroke my hair, 'you never used to have any problems being aggressive. I remember when Nepin and Tegor used to complain about you beating them too much, when you were first learning to use those little wooden swords for kids. You remember that?' I nodded, remembering it quite well: we all thought we'd have a few little competitions to see who the best little swordsman was - (we being Nepin, (the baker's second son), Tegor, (the Wheaton's son -- (they own the grain/cotton-farm to the south-west of the village)), Waymin, Jaik, (Sharil Gylson's son, (they own the vegetable and fruit farm to the north, in between the river and the road, after the washing and bathing area)), Stewain Landson, (the leader's son), myself, and of course Alnia, who always stood by in case someone got hurt with her healing salve, (though she mostly just followed me around whenever she could)). As it happened, I'd nearly always win these little fights and 'competitions'. In fact, it didn't take long for the boys to stop asking me to join them, simply because they knew they'd lose! Of course, that didn't stop them from teasing me all the time about it, though they were never nasty or spiteful, (mainly because they knew I'd beat them up if they were!). Yes, I know, I was a right little tomboy when growing up! Thankfully I had Alnia along side me to help balance things out somewhat… (Or so I thought…). The main thing they always teased me about was my appearance, (of course), with their favourite being '(little-miss) flying-pig-face', (because of my nose and ears), along with comments like 'if you run any faster you'll take off'. I never really paid them much attention, though, and, if anything, I actually found them rather amusing as I grew older. I definitely got my revenge against them in practice anyway, so I can't complain too much. Either way, my mother was definitely right about me being more aggressive when I was younger. 'Yes,' I replied. 'So what happened to you then? Where did it all go? We all thought you'd grow up to be a good swordsman, but now look at you. What happened?' 'I don't know,' I replied. Neither of us spoke for a while after, just being content to hold each other closely, and eventually I stopped crying, just being happy to be warm and loved, forgetting about my troubles, if only for a moment. 'Anyway,' she spoke eventually, 'I think it's about time you got something to eat, yes? I had some food cooked for you, but it's probably all cold now. It's up to you if you want me to cook some more, or if you'd prefer to go to the inn. In fact, that's probably the better idea. I'm sure they'd love to see you, and if you'd like, you could always stay for the orgy later on.' I quickly drew back after she said that, and sat up and looked her as she smiled at me, puzzled. 'I thought I had to be on duty tonight?' I asked, then realised that it was probably not really worth it, since I was so useless at that point. Mum rolled her eyes, 'you forgot we're going to Millton tomorrow haven't you?' 'Oh,' I replied. Of course I'd forgotten! 'So you can stay at the inn tonight if you want and sleep on the way there tomorrow morning. It's up to you, just like I said. I doubt Jemila or Marna would let you go anyway!' 'What about Alnia? I should really go talk to her at some point. Not that I've got a clue what to say…' 'Don't worry about her, I'll have a word with both of them, ok?' 'Ok. Thanks.' 'Aww, come here…' We had another quick hug, followed by a kiss this time, before we finally both got off the bed and stood up. There was a brief knock at the door. My mother looked at me, to see if I wanted to answer it, but I shook my head. (No way -- it might be Alnia, and I didn't really want to talk to her yet!). So I stood there waiting while Mum went back downstairs and answered the door. As soon as she did, I realised it was Teacher Paynor -- (I don't think I'll ever be able to call him Ramus) - but I still stood there, waiting, wondering what exactly they were talking to each other about, as they took a while. I could have walked closer to listen, but I really couldn't be bothered -- I knew that if it was that important Mum would probably tell me anyway… Eventually they finished talking, and I heard Mum close the front door, before walking back upstairs. As soon as she reached the top of the stairs, I realised she was carrying my sword, after I'd left it with Teacher when I ran home earlier. 'Here,' she said, handing it to me. 'What's the point?' I murmured, but took it anyway, though I didn't bother to put it on. Instead, I just stood there, holding and looking at it, wondering what to do with it, (since I didn't feel like wearing it). My mother walked up to me, and lifted up my chin with her finger, to make me look at her. Her large brown eyes looked straight into mine, as she replied. 'You're still technically a member of the militia at the minute, and you wouldn't want to lose your job would you? It's not like there's any other work for you round here, since you've never been interested in helping me much, have you? So the least you can do is pretend to be a swordswoman for now, can't you?' 'I suppose so' I replied, and put it on. 'Good. Now go get some food, ok? And enjoy yourself tonight, darling. I think you need it…' 'I suppose so,' I replied again, before putting my sword on as I walked across and down the stairs. II As I walked downstairs, I realised I really didn't want the sword on after all, and I quickly took it off and left by the wall in front of the door, as I opened it. As I walked out of the door, closing it behind me, for the first time in my life, I felt like I was an impostor, even without my sword, or maybe because of it. I tried to act as I normally did, as I walked across the village to the inn, but inside I felt like I didn't really belong anymore, as though I'd almost betrayed the village and its trust in me and my abilities. Deep down, I wanted to cry again, but I managed to keep up the act until the smell of food from the inn overwhelmed every other thought and desire in my mind, though I still took the northern path round the hall to the inn since I didn't want to go anywhere near Alnia's for the moment. The night was starting to creep in, but of course that never really affects the inn in any meaningful way. In fact, things usually improve somewhat after dark… I heard the noise from the inn, rowdy and coarse as always, long before I saw it, as I passed round the village hall. The inn is by far the largest building in the village - at least twice the size of the hall itself, and even bigger than the mill, with two main storeys and more space under the roof - and sits lengthways from east to west, along and in-between the two roads to the east side of the village travelling to the mill and the bakery, which tells you everything about how important it now is. There are large doors to the north and south, and tables and benches nearby. Opposite the inn on the northern side were the stables, and at that particular moment, they were pretty full, containing at least fifteen horses, maybe more, along with quite a few traders' carts beside. On the southern side, of course, is Alnia/Steylia's house, on the corner, and next to that is a large house where Jemila's daughters live. (Jemila herself lives in the top floor of the inn, under the roof). The second chimney for the kitchen fire in the north-east corner of the inn was smoking well, so I knew I probably wouldn't have to wait long for any food, if at all. The main chimney, though, as nearly always, was silent -- we were far enough from the mountain tops and insulated by the forest, to make any warming fires unnecessary for the most part. Though it sometimes got a little too cold in the middle of the wet season, it rarely if ever got so cold as to snow, and as it was still the dry season at that point in time, it was no surprise that such fires were unlit. As I walked up to the inn and past the tables outside to get to the door, I felt a hand squeeze my right buttock. I looked round and faced a small man with a large black beard, a balding head and small beady brown eyes sitting there, looking at me and smiling. 'Uh-uh,' I told him, shaking my head, 'I'm not one of the serving wenches, and don't like being touched without permission, ok? If you want to feel a girl up ask them instead -- I'm afraid I don't go in of things like that. Not from men anyway… And if you push your luck too far, my sword here might make you lose something important, ok? Oh, oops, I'm not wearing my sword am I? But still, I can always go fetch it…' He looked so shocked and sorry, and although I tried to keep a straight face whilst saying all that, I couldn't help but smile near the end, and laugh afterwards. 'I'm sorry' I said, apologising for sounding so harsh, 'but I really don't like men, ok? You can look, but don't touch, hmm?' To make him, (and everyone else there), feel better, I bent over and opened my legs for him, then jiggled my breasts a bit, (not that they do much since they're so small), looking at him through my legs, to give him a bit of a show, before standing up. 'That better?' I asked, winking at him, noticing his smallish erection poking his clothing out between his legs. 'Yes, thanks,' he replied, 'I really don't like men either.' We all had a good laugh from that. 'Hi Kathina,' came a voice from behind me, 'you've actually come out to play at last, have you?' I turned round, and saw Marna bring out a large wooden tray to pick up the empty pewter tankards from the tables. 'Hi Marna,' I replied, watching her long light brown wavy hair as she turned her back to me briefly, picking up the empty tankards and flagon from a table opposite, 'how's things?' She turned round to face me afterwards, her light green eyes in her pale white face brightening as her small mouth smiled. Her dark grey apron unfortunately hid most of her body from me, but I knew she wouldn't be wearing it the whole night long… 'As you can imagine,' she replied, continuing to retrieve the left-over tankards, 'it's really busy pretty much all the time now. Jemila's even thinking of hiring someone else… Well, it's either that or I get Callina to help. I know she's still a bit young, but I figure the sooner she learns to carry stuff without dropping or spilling it, the better, don't you?' (In case you're wondering, Marna is about 5 years older than me, and Callina is her only daughter). 'Well, I'm sure she'll inherit your poise and grace,' I replied, making her snicker. 'Poise and grace? If my feet were any bigger I wouldn't be able to walk anywhere without falling over…' 'I thought big feet were supposed to help with stability?' 'Not in my family. Jemila says her grandmother had a few problems walking,' she quickly looked round at the door, then moved closer, lowering her voice 'though between you and me, I think she used to drink a bit too much of her own supplies, if you-know-what-I-mean?' She winked at me, making us both smile and giggle, then moved to another table. I noticed her jump slightly as the large man next to her groped her, as I knew he would. (He'd been eying us both up for a while). She calmed down quickly, though, as his hand slid further under her apron, and slid her legs further apart, and bent over the table slightly. 'You can have a quick feel if you want,' Marna said, 'but if you want anything more, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until later.' 'Aww,' the man said, as he obviously started to finger Marna under her apron, 'I want you now.' 'Tough. You can bring me off if you want, but I'm not going to fuck anyone until later, ok?' I was going to stay and watch her cum, but at that moment my stomach reminded me of why I was there. 'I'm off inside to get some food,' I told the back of Marna, 'have a good time…' 'Mmmm,' was all she could reply, and I walked into the inn. III As soon as I stepped through the door, all the noise which I'd basically ignored outside hit me all at once, and I loved it. I couldn't say why I'd never been in there very often, but stepping in there at that moment made me realise that I'd been missing out on too much. I made a vow to myself there and then, that I'd be spending more time inside the inn from then on… The tables and benches were arranged perpendicular to the north and south walls, except for those at the edge in front of the windows at the end of the building to my right, and mainly lit by torches from outside -- (the ceiling wasn't quite high enough for indoor torches, unfortunately, and the large groups of candles weren't the brightest I've seen). To the far left was the bar and kitchen, with a door in the corner to the south, leading upstairs over the bar to the rooms above. The place was almost completely full, and it seemed a lot of the village was there too, as I saw Teacher, Denni the baker and Mr Landson there with some of their family, amongst others. A couple in the far-right corner had instruments -- a woman with a whistle and a man with an accordion I think, who was also singing -- and were also surrounded by another group of people that were also singing along to their playing, and singing a rather lewd song too, but that should only be expected in a village such as ours… 'She lay back down upon the bed, Her arms out wide and spread her legs' I slowly managed to walk to the bar, though it wasn't easy with all the people there. Since I hadn't been to the inn recently, I didn't realise exactly how much more business they were getting. Well, I knew the traffic had increased, judging by the horses and carts coming through the village and parking outside the inn, but I didn't realise there were that many people inside these days… 'I leaned right over and rammed my cock Right into her cunt, then started to rock' When I reached the bar, Jemila was already standing there, waiting, her dark brown short curly hair on her head looking very unkempt, atop her slightly dark skinned face with light green eyes, small nose and large mouth, which moved next. 'Well look who it is,' she said, speaking loudly as we all did over the noise, 'I was wondering when we'd see you again… How long's it been, six months? A year?' She raised her right eyebrow. 'We're making babies tonight me lads, By the time it dries we'll all be dads' 'I'm sorry,' I replied, 'I guess I've been busy.' 'We need more girls, aswell as boys, You know they'll bring us lots of joy' 'Aye, and we know who you've been busy with too,' she grinned, 'what can we do for you then?' 'I'm starving, what've you got to eat?' She turned towards the kitchen, from which the glow and warmth of the fire could be felt slightly even from where I was standing, 'Kinni!? What we got left tonight!?' 'Chicken and ham!' came the reply. 'Ham please?' I asked, since I never really liked chicken too much. Maybe it's just me but I always thought it was a bit too dry for my taste…? 'Sure,' Jemila replied, 'is that all? Anything to drink?' 'You got any of that barley water stuff I used to like?' I asked. She opened her eyes wider and stared at me, as though I'd asked for something impossible, 'you sure?' 'Why not,' I said, 'I remember I used to like it.' 'Are you sure you don't want anything stronger?' 'Nah, I don't really like that stuff much. I like the juice Mum makes, but I know you don't sell that here.' 'I would if it sold,' she said, 'but unfortunately not many of the kids round here ask for that kind of thing. Pity.' 'So, do you have any of that barley water?' 'Yeah, sure,' she replied, 'that's one thing that does happen to sell, for some reason. Well, probably 'cause it's cheap!' She found a bottle of it, then poured it into a tankard for me, 'there you go' I then looked down at my belt, which of course I wasn't wearing, and realised because of that, I hadn't brought any money with me. 'Err, oops,' I said. 'Let me guess,' she said, leaning her head to her left, and grinning again, 'you forgot to bring something important with you?' 'Yes, sorry,' I said, 'I could go fetch some?' 'It's ok,' she replied, 'are you staying for the orgy later?' I nodded. 'Well, if you give me a good fuck we'll call it even, ok?' she winked at me. 'Hmm,' I replied, not quite liking the direction that took. 'Hey,' she said, obviously reading me correctly, 'that doesn't make you a whore you know, it's just a favour, and you'd fuck me anyway, right?' 'Well, yeah!' To be honest, I'd been thinking about doing that before, but I wasn't going to do anything about it whilst sleeping with Alnia… This, on the other hand, seemed like a good a time as any. 'Well then,' she said, 'now go sit down and we'll bring your food over, ok?' I went and sat down at the only empty table I saw, near the door upstairs, as the band launched into another tune - a jig I think, (is that the one in three's?). I remember talking to a musician long ago who tried to explain a few things like that to me, but I guess I've forgotten most of it. As I sat there and waited for my food, I tried to think, but the noise and my stomach made that pretty much impossible, so I just slid up next to the window and looked outside. It was pretty dark by now, though I knew it wasn't yet time for the night shift that I'd usually be taking part in. I looked over at Alnia's house, and saw the light from the windows, wondering what she was up to, and if she was having fun. I sighed, wishing that I could make everything right just by thinking about it. Marna arrived, carrying a tray with my food on and a flagon of barley water. 'There you go,' she said, then sat down opposite. 'Thanks,' I replied, 'shouldn't you be busy?' I started to eat the ham, potatoes, carrot and peas. 'Not really,' she said, 'most have already eaten, and I can wait a bit before collecting the tankards back in again. I thought I'd stay with you for a bit, considering I haven't seen you in ages.' 'What about the others?' I asked. 'Gella doesn't like you like I do, and Jemila and Kinni are busy. Jemila says you're going to fuck her tonight, is that right?' 'I have to,' I said, 'I didn't have any money.' I winked. She laughed, 'about time too!' and then leaned in closer, 'I want to fuck you too. Hell, who am I kidding, I've wanted you for years, I even thought about naming my daughter Kathina too, but I thought it might be a bit too obvious…? Hmm… I love you.' Master Swordswoman Pt. 05 I looked up at her from my dinner and noticed her eyes were slightly moist, 'really?' I was surprised, but then again, I guess I really shouldn't have been… She'd always been the one who watched and looked after Alnia and I if we were playing, (or fighting with the boys), outside when we were younger, and I do remember her staring at me in funny ways sometimes. 'Hell yes!' she replied, 'ok, so I admit I'm a bit jealous of Alnia, but I can understand why you like her so much. I just wish you'd take more notice of everyone else from time-to-time, ok?' 'Ok. Sorry,' I knew it was a fair comment, and that I had been neglecting everyone outside of my own and Alnia's family. 'Well, you better make sure you fuck me later on too, ok?' she asked as she got up. 'Ok.' 'Good, back to work now I guess. Hope you like the food?' 'Yes thanks.' As she moved off I looked down and concentrated on eating my dinner, and once I'd finished, I sat there looking back out the window again. I wasn't looking at anything in particular this time, looking outside and beyond just seemed the best way to lose the influence of the inn and its atmosphere and try to think. IV The main word which kept on running through my mind at that moment was aggression. I knew that that was the main thing that I seemed to have problems with lately, well, in the last fight with Teacher, and therefore was the main thing that I needed to get sorted out. I still didn't really understand why it was a problem though. I was normally aggressive during practice and lessons, just for some reason not the last one, when it really seemed to matter. And why not? And also, there was one other thing he complained about, that I normally think too much, and that was what was slowing me down. So according to him, that's the reason why I seemed to be a little slow in reacting, and moving my sword to where I wanted it to be. Hmm. I didn't know -- there seemed to be something there, but I wasn't sure what. Thinking… Concentrating… Acting… Re-acting… Slow… Aggression… All these thoughts wandered round my head, until my mind also thought about what happened with Alnia as I looked back over at her house… I called her a bitch… Shouted at her… Standing on the wall… Something I thought of… Anger… Envy… Pride… Buried… Buried deep… It felt so close… So near… It was almost as if the answer I was looking for was right in front of me, but I couldn't quite… Which of course was when I saw it. Right there… My lord it was so obvious… How did I miss it? Ok, I admit, I really AM that stupid! The reason I was slow, was because I was having to think and concentrate. Why was I having to think and concentrate so much? Because I needed to do so in order to bring my aggression and nasty side out. If I didn't think or concentrate, then since I've buried it all so deeply, it doesn't surface and get used, so I'm not aggressive enough, if at all. So if I think, then I'm aggressive but slow, and if I don't think, then I'm fast but not aggressive. Great, so now what am I supposed to do about it? I sighed, thinking that I'd done enough for one night. I looked around and thought about the orgy that was supposed to start, but as I stretched my arms, I realised I didn't really feel like it yet, anyway… I decided just to sit there for a while longer and finish the flagon off… I noticed that someone had cleared my plate away without me noticing, which just showed how deeply I was thinking before. As I poured out the remaining barley water into the tankard, someone moved across and sat opposite. As I looked up, I saw a dark-haired woman in an off-white robe who looked very familiar… Of course! It was the woman from earlier, by the road, duh! 'Hi,' I said to her as she sat there, looking at me. 'Hi,' she said, 'how are you?' 'I'm ok. Better than I was a short-while ago, anyway.' I was wondering where this was going to lead, though I wasn't really bothered, and I returned to staring out of the window again. 'The bar-lady said your name's Kathina, right?' 'Yep, that's me.' 'She said you're a member of the militia, yes?' 'Yep, for now. Got some problems though.' 'Aww. Anything I can help with?' 'I doubt it.' For some reason I really didn't feel like talking to her. It seemed to take more effort than I was really willing to give, which is why my replies to her questions were so short. 'How about if I fuck you?' she asked. I hate to say this, but for some reason, going to bed with her, or even fucking her right then and there was the last thing I really wanted to do… I don't know why, and if anything it was the first time I could ever say that I actually turned someone down or away. 'I'm sorry,' I replied, 'but I'm not really interested.' 'I'll make it good,' she said, and I saw her lean forward out of the corner of my eye. 'I don't care,' I said, in a low voice, just wanting her to go away. Either she didn't get the message, which by now should have been a clear as day, or she was just, well… I don't know what she was, really… Yes I do - persistent… She continued to proposition me… 'Go away,' I said, to make it as plain as possible what I wanted. 'But I really want to fuck you…' she said. Oh my Lord, just was what it going to take to get her to piss off?! Good idea… 'Piss off!' I shouted at her, though not very loudly. Unfortunately, if anything, the more I rejected her, the stronger she came on to me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jemila watching us from behind the bar, and I could tell she was quite amused. Typical. Maybe she set this up? I reached over and grabbed the woman's hands, 'look,' I said, slowly and carefully, looking her in the eye, 'I'm not going to fuck you or make love to you or have anything to do with you tonight, so find someone else or go do it yourself, ok? Now goodbye.' 'Aww,' she screwed her face up as though to cry, 'I'll pay you?' She then stood up and pulled her purse out from underneath her robe, by her waist, and put it on the table, before taking some coins out and putting them down before me… GOLD coins… V I sat there and stared… How and where did she get gold coins from? Well, I know her robe is a bit fancy, along with the ring she's wearing, but gold… She wanted to pay me to fuck her? With gold? I looked up at her, my eyebrows raised, not too sure of how to take this situation. She smiled broadly, 'I'll see you upstairs then, first door on the right.' She then turned and left though the door behind her, and I heard her feet on the stairs as she walked up them over the bar to the floor above. I still just sat there and stared, my brain completely overwhelmed by what had just happened. As my thoughts returned, however, the main feeling that surfaced was one of disgust. I mean, what an insult! I may just be a common villager, but even I'm not going to sell myself, even to the likes of her, and even for gold… Even for one night! I'm not from Millton for shak's sake! The disgust quickly turned to anger, and I snatched up the coins and charged upstairs to give them back to her. I strode over to the first door on the right, and yanked it open, lifting my hand up to throw the coins back at her… And I froze… She was standing there in front of me, completely naked… If I threw the coins now, I'd probably kill her, so I threw them to the left side of the room, on top of the small table in the far corner, but thankfully missing the candle… 'You can have your fucking money back!' I shouted at her, my anger starting to boil over, even in front a pretty naked woman like her 'I'm not a fucking whore like you, slut!' She just stood there staring at me, but when I turned round to leave, she moved to get in the way. 'Don't go!' she cried, leaping on me, pulling me round my neck to the left, and on my left arm, back into the room. 'Get off me, BITCH!' I screamed as I raised my free right hand, turned and hit her, punching her right in the jaw, though I really intended just to slap her, and she and staggered back and fell over, winding up on the bed flat on her back. Something in me finally snapped… I walked over to her and slapped her round the face. 'Bitch…!' I shouted as I slapped her, 'Cunt…! Whore…! Slut…!' I then grabbed her hair and lifted her head up to look in her eyes. She was wide eyed, and I didn't get the look she had, but didn't care anyway. 'You wanna fuck, do you bitch?' I asked her. Her eyes changed then… To pleading… I slapped her round the face again, and left her lying on the bed as I looked for something to fuck her with. There was a small cupboard in-between the two beds, and in it happened to be some wooden sex toys, including a strap-on dildo. Typical Jemila -- she plans for everything… I took the strap-on out and put it on, then looked back at the woman on the bed. She was staring at the dildo, and grinning. 'Is this what you want, bitch?' I asked her. 'Please…' she replied, in a voice I'd never heard from anyone before. It was one of complete desperation, and it almost made me shudder. I couldn't believe what I was doing, what had come over me, but there was something in me that had to do this. Had to take her, to beat her, and hurt her. I'd never quite felt like I did before then, but, as I had with Alnia, I realised I was enjoying it. And this time I didn't care about any consequences, I just wanted to take her like I'd thought about taking Alnia, and I didn't give a damn if anyone got hurt. I walked back round before her on the bed, and stared down at her, examining every part of her body before me, examining her minutely, her small spindly arms, and her long legs, every muscle, every sinew, every hair on her abdomen, her breasts, nipples, and even the hairs under her arms - even the dark black and blue bruise that was appearing on her jaw where I hit her. She still stared at the wooden cock hanging in front of me. 'So, bitch,' I growled at her, 'do you want this nice wooden cock inside you?' 'YES!' she cried out again in desperation, but didn't move otherwise. I smiled and leaned down, looking her in the eyes, my face above hers, which still pleaded with me. 'No,' I said to her face. I realised I was starting to love the power I obviously had over her, and I was going to use it to tease her first. Her eyes widened instantly, and she shook. She orgasmed right there in front of me! She actually came because I refused to fuck her! Wow! It was at that moment that my life started to change. Only started, though, since at the time I still didn't fully understand what was happening to me and its implications, but it was the beginning all the same… I reached down and grabbed her hair on her head again… 'Come here bitch,' I growled again, then dragged her head towards the wooden cock I was wearing 'suck it!' I forced the thick and long wooden cock into her mouth, and slowly pushed it in. She gagged briefly, but I pushed further, until most of it was in her mouth and throat. 'Suck it then!' I ordered, and she did, slowly moving her mouth and head up and down and around the cock while I held her hair above, occasionally dragging her around with it, just because I could. I wished again that I was a man, and that I could have felt what she was doing on a proper cock, but I still liked looking at her sucking the cock down there, her eyes lowered, seeming to enjoy it. I can more than understand why men would enjoy it so much, even without the pleasure. It's the power that mattered here -- I had it, and this act proved it. And power, as they say, is one hell of an aphrodisiac, and at that moment, I had it in spades… I eventually pulled her face off the cock, and threw her back down on the bed. 'Turn over and bend over, bitch,' I ordered, 'if I remember you like it up the ass, don't you slut?' 'Yesss,' she hissed, and I'm sure she came again, not that it mattered, as she turned over and bent over the bed in front of me, reaching back and pulling her ass cheeks apart for me 'please…' She pleaded again, and I actually thought about turning round and leaving her there, just like that. Maybe leaving the door open so everyone could see her. But instead, by that point I'd come to realise that I actually did want to fuck her after all... With that in mind, I shuffled up behind her, knelt down, and aimed the cock right at her arsehole. I grabbed one of her hands and lifted it, bending it and her with it up and back. 'Ow,' she groaned in pain, though I could tell it wasn't that great. I didn't really want to break an arm or anything, just hurt her a little, which it did. Holding her right there, I looked down and made sure the cock was aimed right, then, grabbing her other arm like the first, I raised it in a similar fashion, before using them as leverage to pull the cock deep inside her arse. Yes it's disgusting, and not something I'd even thought about doing before, but right then, if felt wonderfully nasty, and perfect… She groaned and shuddered in orgasm again, but I continued to hold her like that, using her still as I thrust my hips forward, over and over, forcing the cock inside her backside as deeply as possible. She continued to groan, both in pain and pleasure. I kept one hand holding both of hers, before reaching up with the other and grabbing her hair again, and bending her back even further. 'Come on you bitch!' I screamed, 'let's FUCK!' I started ramming the hard wooden cock inside her as hard and as fast as I could, pulling her head and arms back in leverage, not having any trouble holding her as I was, my strong muscled arms having long been tempered by holding heavy swords for hours on end during practice and lessons. And she screamed! It was a curious mixture of pain and pleasure from what I could tell, but I loved it too. I was absolutely thrilled with what I was doing to her. Not only that, but it was exciting me too! The more I fucked her, the more she screamed, the more it turned me on, and the harder I fucked. The next thing I knew I was no longer holding her head high, but repeatedly ramming it into the bed instead with each thrust into her behind. And I hit her again, on her back, making her scream even louder. By this time I realised I was starting to close towards orgasm too, and urged her on to make even more noise, to scream louder, to hit her, slap her, ram her head as hard into the bed as I could. I was then screaming at her to cum, and she did, completely. She must have shivered and shook for what felt like hours, but was probably mere minutes, until I, also, finally came too, her pleasure was shared with me, and pushed me over the edge, making me shudder as I felt my body tingle with pleasurable sensations all over, and my expelled juices slide down the insides of each thigh to the floor. WOW! The next thing I knew, I was lying on top of the woman's back, exhausted and gasping for breath, wet with sweat, but still feeling great, until the pleasure slowly but surely began to slip away. Eventually, I raised myself off her, and slid backwards and away, pulling the dildo out of her and then sat down on the floor, with my back against the wall. What exactly had I just done here? What the hell did I just do to her? And why? What was I thinking? Why did I have to enjoy it so much? At that moment, as before, all the shame and embarrassment came over me, and I started to cry… I sensed the movement and looked up at the bed, as the woman slowly turned over and looked down at me. I don't think I've ever seen anyone before or since look as happy as she did then. She was also crying, but they were so obviously tears of joy. I didn't know what to say. 'Master? Why are you crying?' she asked. Master? Me? What? The confusion must have spread to my face… 'Aww, don't cry Master. That was the best fuck I've ever had in my life!' She got off the bed and crawled over to me, before lowering herself and hugging me, holding me round the waist and lowering her head to my breast. 'No-one in the castle has ever fucked me like that before. They wouldn't dare!' she snorted, lifting her head up, 'just because I'm related to a Baron everyone thinks I need to be treated like a Queen. Hah! I want to be a slave! I want to be a servant! But I can't be because I was born to someone 'important'. I don't care! Can I be your slave, please Master? Pleeease? You make me so happy!!!' She rested her head on my breast again and continued to cry… I literally hadn't a clue what to say, so I said nothing and just held her, wondering what to do next… Master Swordswoman Pt. 06 Lady Carneven: I Sitting there against the wall with the woman's head leaning on my breast, I slowly began to realise that my life had just changed forever. I knew it was going to take me quite a while to fully come to terms with what had happened, but I knew I had to. In fact, having a lie down and thinking about it all seemed a good idea right then... I pushed the woman away from me, and stood up before stepping over and falling on the bed, rolling on my back and looking up at the ceiling, which was merely the brown wooden boards of the floor above supported by a beam running across. The woman moved across the floor, the short noise making me glance at her quickly, and decided to sit next to the bed, her black hair waving in front of her face, still damp from our sweat hiding her emerald eyes which stared at me. 'What would you like me to do Master?' she asked, unfortunately breaking my thoughts as I started to organise them in my head. 'Shut up,' I replied, turning my head to face her, unhappy with her noisy intrusion. Her voice was deeper and flatter than Alnia's, and I realised I didn't really like listening to it that much, 'lie down on the floor and go to sleep, bitch.' She quickly obeyed, and even smiled as she slid down past the edge of the bed and lay on the floor. I turned my face back to the ceiling, and lay there thinking and wondering just how and why the woman could possibly enjoy what I'd done to her; it seemed so far away from anything I'd ever experienced that I couldn't possibly relate to it. Either way, for whatever reason, I had to admit, and come to terms with the fact that the woman actually liked, and wanted me to treat her as my slave. I also had to admit that she wasn't the only one... It was obvious that Alnia wanted me to treat her the same way too, though why I just couldn't understand at all. Well, deep down I knew that she'd always been a bit subservient and submissive, but I'd never even thought about taking advantage of it before, and doing so even now just felt really wrong, like I was betraying her trust in me, even if she felt otherwise. There was just no way I could treat her the same way as I treated this woman here, though; I simply love her far too much for that. I'd rather go and hurt myself before doing anything like slapping her round the face – it's just not right... But the problem is that I did and do enjoy it. I just couldn't enjoy doing anything like that to Alnia... That was when I realised that maybe I should be glad I had this woman here instead? After all, if I can treat her like this anytime I felt like it, then maybe I wouldn't have to do so with Alnia. Maybe she could be Alnia's slave too... No, okay, maybe not - I had to admit that that wasn't going to work. I really felt like my entire life had just been thrown upside down onto the floor and I was running around trying to pick up the pieces. I did have the sneaking suspicion, though, that if I managed to do so then I'd learn something really important. Again it felt like there was something hovering in the background of my thoughts, as before: something that if I figured it out would help me a lot, but I knew I didn't have a chance of figuring anything like that out at that moment in time. Oh well, I decided to just lie there and then forced myself to relax and see if anything else happened. After I did so, I realised I could hear the noises from below that I'd pretty much ignored before; the groans, moans and screams of what sounded like some very enjoyable fucking. The orgy had definitely begun! Which of course reminded me that I'd promised to fuck Jemila... Oh, and Marna! (That was, of course, assuming I'd have any energy left!). Then another low groan and whispering came from my left. I leaned over the bed and looked down at the woman, who was lying on her right side, facing the bed with her head resting on her right hand, as she slowly rubbed herself between her legs with her left. Her eyes were closed and she was obviously dreaming. 'Mmm, Master, yes... Like that? Oh Master, let me...' she was whispering and groaning, quietly. That was when I realised, that although making her my slave was a big deal for me, and was obviously continuing whatever seemed to be happening to me, that, maybe, it was also a really big deal for her too... What would it do to her if I turned round and left her? What and how was she going to sort herself out with what had happened between us? I had to admit to myself, that although I didn't love her by-any-means, (certainly not like I did Alnia), I did quite like her, and wanted her to be happy. I guessed I should be thankful that making her happy seemed so easy! She eventually calmed down a little and opened her eyes, looking up at me, then froze. 'Hi – er – sorry Master,' she said, looking apologetic, 'I guess I can't help myself when thinking or dreaming about you. I'm – I'm sor-ry.' I leaned myself over and lowered my head down to hers, 'cum for me then... Go on, cum for me, bitch.' Her eyes flew open wide and she shuddered immediately, her head thrown back as she shook and groaned in orgasm. 'That's it,' I told her, 'have another one.' Her eyes went even wider this time, and she stared at me again as the rest of her body writhed on the floor. She started to cry as she slowly calmed down afterwards and regained her breath. 'Oh Master,' she said, her tears starting to fall down her cheeks, 'I love you so much. You know how to make me so happy. If there's anything I can ever do for you, at any time to make you happy Master, then just tell me to do it. Please... I don't deserve to feel this good. It's my job to make you feel good.' She looked down at the floor, 'I wish I could stay here forever with you, Master, but I'm afraid I have to take a message back to my mother in Evendale. I'm so sorry.' But then she looked up at me and smiled before grinning, 'I know, Master... How would you like to escort me to Evendale tomorrow? I'll pay you for your time. How does one gold a day sound?' 'Hmm,' I had to admit it sounded tempting immediately, but I knew I'd need to talk to my own mother first, and not forgetting Alnia, either. I realised I hadn't a clue what she'd think about all this. First things first, however, 'I need to go downstairs and give Jemila a good fuck like I promised. Will you be okay staying up here by yourself, until I send Jemila up to see you after I've finished with her? I'll take the key and lock the door. Will you be okay with that?' 'Of course I will!' she replied, though I could tell she was trying hard not to roll her eyes. I had to admit then, that I actually found her quite amusing. Still I was going to wait and see what happened after I spoke to my mother and Alnia later before deciding what to do. I sat up and got off the bottom of the bed, then looked around for the key. She'd left it on the table by the candle, which of course was still surrounded by the gold coins I'd thrown there earlier. 'You might want to pick the gold up,' I told her, 'you wouldn't want to forget it or lose it, now, would you?' 'Yes Master.' 'Good,' I stood in front of her as I walked towards the door, 'I'll see you tomorrow then?' 'Of course Master,' she replied, 'would it be okay if I played with myself still?' 'Of course it is. I expect you to look after yourself when I'm not around, okay? Though no fucking anyone else unless I say so, understood?' 'Oh yes, of course Master.' 'Good. I'll see you tomorrow,' I opened the door, then walked through it, closing and locking it behind me, before walking towards and down the stairs, following the sounds of pleasure coming from the floor below. II I don't know why, but as I slowly walked down the stairs to the main room in the Inn, I realised I was actually nervous about what might happen with Jemila. I guess what had happened with the woman above had made me second guess what Jemila might want of me too. Was I ready to become her Master if she so wanted? Then I wondered why I thought that? After all, I bet all she's after is a good fuck! I doubt everyone wants to be my slave... I realised I still needed to have a really good think about everything at some point, but it was too late for that now. Of course, as I reached the door at the bottom of the stairs, behind from which came all the groans and screams of pleasure, I also wondered if Jemila and anyone else in there had heard what had happened upstairs too. I opened the door... Right in front of the door, on top of the nearest table, was a naked man lying on his back, probably a trader or something similar since I didn't recognise him, with his hands held up cupping Jemila's breasts as she slowly moved back and forth, up and down, making love to him. Her head was held back, with her eyes closed, and she was groaning deeply with each movement she made. I'd describe the man if I could remember him, but noticing such things has never been that important to me. I moved forward and stood next to her, then reached down and replaced the man's nearest hand with my own on her breast. Feeling the change, she opened her eyes. 'Mmm... Hi Kathina...,' she gasped in between groans, 'you like my breasts?' 'Of course,' I replied, 'I just wish I had some too.' 'Aww,' she replied, 'they're okay... Honest... I think you still look beautiful...' She looked down at the man, 'Isn't she beautiful?' She asked him. 'Actually...I think she looks...really cute,' he gasped, 'if she stands there...like that...I'm gonna cum...real quick.' Me? Cute? 'What...do...you...think...Kathina?' she asked, also gasping and groaning, 'should I let him...cum inside me...and waste it...or do you want it...instead...? Have a baby?' A baby? Me? I hadn't a clue what to think or say, only that so many different feelings seemed to hit me all at once, as though I'd stepped into an oven. I just stared at her in amazement. 'I...,' is all I could say before the wave of emotion completely overtook me, and I turned and ran past the others, tears starting to fall from my eyes, out of the southern door, running straight past Alnia's house and down the road, bathed in darkness from the night sky shrouded by clouds. Of course the gate was shut at this time, so I ran to the village wall next to Mitsy's house, under the walkway, and slumped down into and next to it, still crying strongly. Me? A baby? But I can't, can I? I can't have a baby if I want to be a swordswoman, since I'd lose so much time, wouldn't I? But who cares! Of course I want a baby! I want a little small, soft and cute baby to hug and cuddle. And clean up after. And feed in the middle of the night when I least want to. And love! YES! I need a baby to love! But it's not like I've done a good job of loving Alnia, is it? How well would I love a baby? But I do want one! Don't I? Alnia can help, can't she? Won't she? Sharing a baby would help our love too, wouldn't it? So I have to choose. Again! Swordswoman or Alnia? Swordswoman or a baby? What was it about all these fucking choices? I don't want to fucking choose! I want it ALL damn it! Next thing I knew I was striding around next to the wall feeling really angry, with my fists clenched and feeling like hitting something with them, or practicing some swordplay on a live target... What was wrong with me? I never usually get angry like this? Even if it's that time of the month, (which I'm sure it wasn't), and since the regular cycle never seems to affect me as much as the others, it's not much a problem really, anyway. I guess I should feel lucky, but I wouldn't know... I know teacher said I'm supposed to be more aggressive, but I don't think he meant at everything, did he? What use does punching a timber wall have? (Since that's what I felt like doing!). Eventually I realised I'd run out of energy, and sat back down, breathing heavily for some reason, as though I'd run for hours, instead merely walking around after a short run. I realised that I actually felt really tired, but then I hadn't had much of a nap as I usually did by now. 'Have you calmed down yet?' I looked up and saw Jemila and Marna standing there, just in front of the wall of Mitsy's house, but could just make them out in the darkness, looking fairly apologetic. I nodded, 'yes. I think.' 'Ok,' replied Jemila, 'I'm really sorry for making you upset. I guess I just didn't think. I know you don't like men and yet here I go opening my mouth and putting my foot in it. Sorry.' 'It's ok,' I replied, holding my head in my hands, 'I just wish everything wasn't so confusing these days.' 'Aww,' she said, 'well, I'm sure Marna here will take care of you tonight, won't you darling?' I looked up at her. 'Of course I will,' Marna replied and looked at me, 'you look really tired, come on, let's go get some sleep.' 'Ok,' I looked at Jemila as I got to my feet, 'I don't suppose you'd like to go and sleep with that woman I was with, would you? I promised I'd send you up to see her after we'd finished... Well, not that we did anything.' 'Sure.' She took the key then turned round and started walking back to the inn, patting Marna on the shoulder as she went past. I decided to let Marna take my hand and walk me to her house, the large one next to Alnia's, round the back way, walking by the village wall. III As we approached the front door, Marna asked, 'did I warn or tell you about Callina?' 'In what way?' I replied, unsure of what she meant, but feeling tired enough not to really care. 'In that I made her for you, as a symbol of my love.' 'Really?' I asked, astounded. I guess I didn't listen properly when she told me before. 'Yep. Remember, I told you I wanted to name her for you, but I thought it would be a bit obvious. Well... I... Err... Well, I guess you're about to find out...' I was confused again, but that was nothing new, as I wondered what she meant, and she unlocked the door and opened it. I followed Marna into the house that she shared with her sisters, Gella and Kinni, though I guessed they were still at the inn at this time, since it wasn't too late yet. It was a lot larger than my (mothers) house, but it probably needed to be for all of them. The hallway was similar, but the front room held a number of chairs and a large fireplace at the end that I glimpsed as we passed by and she led me into the kitchen. 'Would you like anything to drink before bed or are you too tired?' she asked. 'I'm okay, to be honest,' I replied, 'I should be getting some sleep first, really.' 'Okay,' she replied, before shouting up at the ceiling, 'Callina! She's here!' We heard the thump of some feet bouncing on the floor upstairs, and then thudding on the stairs as her daughter ran down them, before she appeared at the bottom. She couldn't have been that much smaller than her mother, with the same longer dark brown hair, but with brown eyes too that matched. She had a really big smile on her face too, which along with her wide eyes and arms as soon as she saw me, let me know how glad she was to see me. She ran straight into the kitchen and almost knocked me off my chair as she hurtled straight into me, threw her arms round me and gave me a really big, tight hug. 'Heeelllooo Master,' she cried into my chest before she lifted herself up to sit on my lap and look at me. I had to admit I felt really embarrassed, and almost ashamed that someone like this, at her age, should be behaving in such a manner towards me. What had I done to deserve such treatment? Nothing! That's what! At least with the woman last night I, kind of, earned it in some way, even if it was only a good fuck! Now I have a girl calling me the same thing, and I hadn't done anything for her at all! I looked over at Mara, and she was smiling. I really hadn't a clue what to do then, and felt really lost... 'You look tired Master,' Callina said, dragging my attention back to her, 'would you like to sleep with me?' 'With you?' I asked, trying to be sure of what she meant. I knew she wasn't that old... Just by looking at her it was obvious she still had a bit of growing left to do before she became a woman. I had to admit that I didn't really fancy her at all. I can tell you my taste in women always seemed to revolve around people of my own age, though when I had Alnia to compare them to... 'Of course Master. I've saved myself just for you. I'm all yours, Master. Take me anytime you like.' I really didn't know how to explain to her that I wasn't interested, since she was too young. I looked round at Marna, just to question her about it. She was obviously more than happy about her being with me, though... 'Go on,' she said, 'take her to bed. She's all yours. I can wait. I know she's been wanting this for ages...' 'But she's too young,' I protested, 'I only really like women my own age...' This resulted in a wail from Callina and she started to cry, protesting that she's ready regardless of how old she is. 'Go on,' Marna implored, 'she's almost as old as I was when I had her! I don't see why that should be a problem?' I really didn't know what to do... Between Callina's crying and Marna's insistence I have to admit I was tempted, but I knew I had to say no – I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I didn't. 'I'm sorry Callina,' I told her to her face, 'but I only like sleeping with women, like your mother. I'm afraid you're going to have to grow up a bit more before you're ready for me, ok?' She looked at me, afraid, 'you don't want me do you? Mum made me just for you, but you don't want me at all!' She jumped off of me, then turned round and ran straight back upstairs, crying her eyes out and wailing terribly. Great. Now look what I've done. I knew I had to somehow take charge of this and make it all right in some way now, but I hadn't a clue what to do. I looked back round at her mother. 'If I were you I'd think of something quick before she decides to kill herself,' she said. Oh great! Just what I needed! 'You need to give her an incentive to wait, you know, just like Mum always does with us, if we want anything,' she continued. That sounded like a good idea. What could I get her to do? Was there anything that she could help me with? Then I thought of something. 'Come on,' I told Marna, and walked up the stairs. Unlike my house, they had three separate bedrooms upstairs, arranged lengthways across the house towards the mill. Callina was in the one at the back, and we could hear her crying as we approached. 'Callina?' I called as we reached the doorway. She was lying face down on the second bed at the far end of the room, opposite another bed, which was probably Marna's. There were two dark chests of drawers and a table in there too, with a pair of candles, alight, that lit the room up with their orange and yellow flickering. 'What?' she replied, muffled by the pillow she was crying into. I knew I was going to have to be firm at this point, though I didn't really enjoy it, as it would be the only way to get her to listen and obey. 'I need you to do something for me before I'm ready to sleep with you.' She sat up and faced me, still crying, with the tears on her face bright reflecting the dull candlelight. 'What Master?' she asked. 'I need you to study for me,' I said, 'there's too much I don't know how to do since we don't have a knowledge teacher here. If you could talk to Mr Landson and get him to teach you to read and write and count properly, you'd be a great help to me, and I promise I'd love to sleep with you, and make you a woman if you did that, okay?' Master Swordswoman Pt. 06 I walked over to her, and knelt in front of the bed before taking her hands in mine, 'I know it'll be hard, and it'll take you a while to learn, but I'd really like at least one slave who can do all that. I'm sure it'll be easier for you since you're younger and can learn new stuff easily. I have trouble counting up to a hundred, and I dread to think how long it'd take me to learn to read, so do you think you could do that for me?' I looked at her face as I said all that, and slowly her eyes started to gleam and her mouth started to smile, 'yes Master. I'm sure I can learn for you. I will learn for you! I want to be your best slave ever!' 'Good, I'd like that, now let's all get some sleep, hmm? You can talk to Mr Landson tomorrow, okay?' 'Yes Master, goodnight Master.' 'Goodnight, my little slave Callina.' I leaned over and kissed her, as she slid back down under the blanket, before she turned over onto her side and snuggled into bed and closed her eyes. 'I love being your slave Master,' she whispered as I slid away towards Marna. I wasn't sure how to reply, though, so I didn't. I looked at Marna, and asked her where I was going to sleep. 'You can sleep in my bed if you like?' she suggested, 'but I've asked Kinni if we can use hers instead if you want to share with me? She's got a double.' 'No, it's okay, I just want to sleep. I'm exhausted.' 'Okay Master. Would you like me to tuck you in?' she winked. 'If you want?' I sat down on the bed, before lying back, and letting her slide the blanket over me. She leaned over and kissed me, 'Goodnight Master. Sleep well. I doubt I'll be sleeping much,' she winked again. 'Is everyone round here sex mad, or is it just me?' I asked, though not bothered about a reply. 'Of course we are,' she said, 'if it was just you, Callina would be woman by now, wouldn't she?' She winked again. 'And people wonder why we've got such a reputation in Millton for being sex-crazed nymphomaniacs,' I muttered. 'Their loss,' smiled Marna, as she blew out the candles and left the room. IV I awoke with the last pictures of a bad dream running round my head – I was being chased by a crowd of people who were demanding me to be their Master and asking questions of me. Questions I didn't know the answer to, that is, which is why I was running. They caught up with me, though, and started to grab and claw at me with their hands, which is when I woke up. Callina was shaking me, 'wake up Master, its morning.' I yawned and rubbed my eyes before opening them, blinking in the light coming through the window on the far wall. Callina was standing next to the bed, naked. I looked up at her face, ashamed to think about her in a sexual way, so I did my best not to look at her body, which was hard... She's too young! I thought again, and eventually got up and out of bed, and followed Callina downstairs. We found Marna waiting at the front door, wearing her apron. 'We usually have breakfast at the inn, if that's okay with you, Master?' she asked, and we all bundled through the door as I replied, 'yes, of course.' We crossed over the street and after checking the time on the village hall, (almost eight hours), we walked into the inn past the empty tables outside – there never tends to be many customers at this time here, since most of the traders will have left by now, and any new ones won't arrive until later. It tends to fill up for lunch, though, regardless. We walked into the inn, to find a few people sitting at the tables inside, eating breakfast, though it was a table on the far wall in front of the bar that interested us the most. Jemila and the woman from last night were there, having a drink, obviously already having eaten. The three of us walked over and sat down opposite. 'Good morning Master!' exclaimed the woman as though she hadn't seen me for ages, 'how are you today? Jemila said she made you sad last night, so if there's anything I can do to make you happy, just ask! Or order, or hit or anything you like!' The beaming smile on her face made it much harder to be sad, and I couldn't help but smile a little at her. 'What would you like to eat Master?' asked Marna, making the woman's eyes grow big as she stared at her. 'You're her slave too? Oh wow.' She sat there and smiled to herself, looking very happy. 'Yep,' replied Marna, 'she's special, isn't she?' 'Mmm,' hummed the woman as she stared back at me with a dreamy look on her face, 'I love you Master. I want to be your slave for ever.' 'Hmm,' I replied, not sure what to say, then remembered Marna's question, 'cereal will do fine, thanks. I don't really like anything more for breakfast.' 'Okay.' She withdrew to the kitchen and made my breakfast. 'Master?' the woman asked while Marna was busy, 'can I bathe you, once you've eaten?' 'Hmm,' I thought, since it had been a couple of days since I had one, 'is that a hint?' 'Errr,' said the woman, looking down at the table, 'yes, sorry.' 'It's okay,' I replied, 'I was planning on having one anyway. You're welcome to bathe me if you really want to?' 'Yay, thank you Master.' I shook my head wondering just how bad it was all going to get, before Marna arrived with my cereal. I took the spoon and dived in, never being one for waiting if there's food sitting in front of me. While I was busy eating, Marna asked the woman what her name was, which I found funny, since I hadn't asked her myself yet – duh. Marna asked me what I found so funny, so I explained. 'Yep,' replied the woman, 'she was too busy fucking my ass and beating me up to care about who I was, and it was wonderful.' She returned to her slightly dreamy look as she stared at me again. 'So, go on then, what's your name?' asked Marna. 'Oh, I'm Juni,' she replied, 'from Evendale. And I need to go back and see my mother before I can do anything. Pity it's all bad news, apart from you Master, of course, but I don't know if my Mum will like you much, sorry.' 'Bad news?' I asked with my mouth full. 'Yep,' she replied, not seeming to take offence, 'my mother tried to hook me up with Regan in Millton, but it wasn't going to work out.' 'Who's Regan?' Marna asked. 'Regan Marlan,' she replied, 'the Baron's nephew, but, like I said, it wasn't going to work. He was far too nice to me, and seemed to think I was a queen or something. I don't think he really understood what I need, unlike you, Master, of course.' She sat there and stared at me again, but my mind was reeling. Baron's nephew? Something wasn't right here, but since I'd finished eating, I knew it was time to head to the river and have a bath, and told her so. As we got up and headed for the door, Marna threw me a wash cloth, which was nice, (as it meant I didn't have to go home just yet to fetch one), so after a quick nip to the toilet, we headed straight for the river. There's a small bit of the wall next to the mill which can open up to let people get to the river and bank, without having to walk all the way round the Gylson farm, which is good. So we slid through the opening, which seemed to be pretty busy and slowly walked down into the river. It was pretty cold, as usual, but you get used to it quickly. There were quite a few people there having a quick bath, including the Gylson's, and Mitsy and Levin. So we headed out a bit deeper, though not too far, since the opposite side of the river is far deeper and faster than the side nearer the bank. Juni took the cloth off me, and started to bathe me, asking me to sit down or stand up, or bend over so she could wash my hair, to make sure all of me was clean. She started to sing as she did so too, which I found rather amusing, but since she was obviously happy I wasn't going to tell her to stop. (How anyone could be so happy bathing someone else I didn't know, but by that time I wasn't too bothered about the issue. If it made her happy, who was I to care?). 'There you go, Master,' she said when she'd finished, before quickly cleaning herself too. 'I love you.' Great. With those words, she immediately reminded me of Alnia. What was I going to tell her? What was I going to do about all this I didn't know, but I knew I'd run out of time. I had to go home and talk to mother and see what she had to say. Sighing in defeat, I took Juni's hand and walked her to my house. 'Is this your house Master?' she asked as we stood outside while I knocked and waited for someone to answer, 'it looks cosy.' I don't know what it is about her, but her words just seem to make me smile. Like I said, I found her amusing, and realised that I really did like her, after all. Teela opened the door. 'Hi sis,' she said, 'you've found another friend then? Good for you. Mum's in the front room getting things ready.' She led us inside and into the front room, where my mother sat on the chair in front of the table, putting a few items into a bag. 'Oh, there you are,' she said to me, 'about time too. I'm almost ready, what about you? I'd find something to wear quickly if I were you, you know what they're like in Millton.' Then she noticed Juni standing behind me. 'Oh, hello. Didn't see you there, come on in, sit down.' Juni walked past me and sat on the chair by the loom. 'So, who are you?' my mother asked her, 'I assume you were the one Kathina was with last night?' She looked at me as there was another knock on the door. Since I was closest, I quickly stepped over and opened it. Alnia and Steylia were there waiting. 'Hi Kathina,' Steylia said, 'Cyndi said you were both going to Millton today, is that right? I was wondering if you could get something for us?' My mum poked her head round, 'oh hi you two, come on in, I'm just packing my stuff up.' So Steylia and Alnia and I all slid into the front room, which by now was pretty crowded, and stood round the edge, leaning on the walls/table or loom. They both seemed to be looking at Juni, then at me, with questions in their eyes. 'So,' said my mother again, talking to Juni, whilst finishing her packing, 'who are you then, my dear?' 'I'm Juni,' she replied, 'from Evendale.' My mother looked up at that and turned and stared at her. 'Juni? Is that short for anything?' 'Yes, Junifala, but only my mother calls me that, and I don't like it.' 'That's a fancy name,' Alnia said, voicing my own opinion too, but my mother seemed to know something we didn't as she smiled at Juni, looking pretty certain about something. 'You're Kala's daughter aren't you?' she asked her. 'Yes,' Juni replied, looking puzzled, 'how did you know?' I looked at Alnia and Steylia who looked just as puzzled as I did. Alnia shrugged her shoulders at me. My mother smiled at her, 'Kala's my cousin. We haven't written to each other in a long time though. Is she okay?' 'Yes... But cousin?' Juni seemed a bit shocked by that, but then looked round at us, and seemed to piece it all together, eventually staring at me, 'hang on a minute. You're that Kathina, aren't you? Duh! I'm so stupid. Sorry Master!' Everyone turned and looked at me, after the last outburst. I felt ashamed, and looked at the floor, but as I looked up I realised that if anything they looked amazed, or even jealous! Then everyone started talking at everyone else. Alnia was trying to ask me about why she called me Master, Steylia was talking to mother, and mother was trying to ask more of Juni. It was too much. 'Hold it!' I shouted, 'one conversation at a time, please. So, mother, Juni, who is she really, and how are we all related exactly?' 'She's Lady Junifala Carneven, the daughter of my cousin who married the Baron's brother, who runs the Academy. My cousin runs the castle over there, and, well, to be perfectly honest she can be a bit of a bitch, which is why I haven't written to her in a while.' 'So that's why you're rich and have nice clothes and stuff then?' I said to Juni. 'Yes Master,' she replied, 'though the money was intended for Regan in arranging our marriage but, I, well, couldn't go through with it.' 'Regan?' mother asked. 'Regan Marland, of Millton.' 'Oh dear,' my mother sighed, 'Kala really isn't going to like this one bit. So, what are you planning on doing?' 'I'm on my way back to Evendale to see my Mum, and, well, I found Master didn't I? I was hoping she could escort me back. I was going to pay her with Regan's money, and see what mother thinks when I get there.' My mother belched. 'Oh my lord,' she said, 'she'll eat you alive! I thought you'd know her better than that. Hell, I know her better than that and I haven't spoken to her in years. Are you really sure you know what you're doing?' 'Yes,' she replied, 'I must. Still I'd feel better if Master was there with me.' 'I don't think she'll be able to help you much, but if you really need to go, then you might as well. I take it you want to leave today?' 'Yes. As soon as possible, really.' 'Okay. Well, I don't really need to go to Millton today, unless you'd like to come, Teela?' 'Sure,' Teela replied, unsurprisingly, since I know she always enjoys the trips to Millton market. 'Okay, well if I were you Kathina, I'd find some warm clothes to wear since you'll need it in the mountains. Remember that woollen suit I got you? I'd take your armour too, it should help. 'Okay' I replied. 'In the meantime, I better go get a letter written up for my cousin. That might help too. Actually, if you don't mind travelling a bit more, Kathina, I wouldn't mind you taking a letter to my sister in Tryndaltop, if that's okay?' 'Okay,' I replied, already starting to get nervous about going to Evendale – across the mountains! – Where I'd never been but obviously thought about because of the Academy. I finally realised Alnia was waving at me, making it obvious she really needed to talk to me. Hmm, I wasn't really looking forward to this... Master Swordswoman Pt. 07 Alnia practically dragged me out of the room and upstairs to the bedroom, before making me sit on my small bed in front of her. Glancing up at her face, with the light from the partially open window behind me shining on it, I found it hard to tell her mood, and wasn't sure if she was angry or sad. Either way, it didn't help make me feel any better. I had a quick glance around the room, to make sure everything was as it should be, with all three beds in a row, and the table and drawers opposite, though mainly checking my clothes and my small money chest under the bed with my feet, which thankfully was still there. Not that it had much money in it – just a couple of silver coins I'd saved up over the years. 'So,' she said after a short pause, 'where do I fit in to all this? Are you going to run off with your cousin, or will you come back to me or just drop in now and again?' I looked at her again, watching her hair blow around slowly in the small breeze from the window, but still found it hard to tell what she was thinking, 'I… Err… She…' I hadn't a clue how to put it in words, and gave up, 'I'm sorry, it's all been happening way to fast. I love you…' I put as much feeling as I could into the last three words, and really meant it, but I really hadn't a clue how Alnia was going to react. 'Do you?' she replied, waving her arms, 'do you really? If you did, we'd be fucking like rabbits right now, and probably getting married soon. Is that what you want? Or not? Would you prefer to go running off with your cousin instead, and fucking her ass off every night instead of mine?' 'I…' I started to reply, but didn't know what to say. 'You haven't a fucking clue, have you?' She stared at me. I started to cry, and shook my head, 'I'm sorry…' 'Sorry? I don't think you know what you're talking about. I don't think you even know what love is! Dear me Kathina, just what the fuck are we going to do with you? You haven't a clue what you're doing do you?' I shook my head, feeling a single tear fall down my right cheek. 'Didn't think so,' she continued, 'and I thought that fuck you gave me a couple of days ago was going to be the start of something special. Ha! So, Kathina, what's it going to be? I know, let's make this nice and simple and give you some easy options to choose between shall we?' 'Ok.' 'Exactly,' she paused for a few seconds, then leant down and looked me in the eye, 'so, do you want me to be your wife, your lover, or your slave?' I looked up at her, as she straightened afterwards, to see if she wanted an answer straight away, but she held her hand up before continuing; 'now I want you to understand that I really don't care what you want me to be, so long as you choose something, okay? The last thing I want is another five years like the last lot, where you could hardly pull up the courage to kiss me half the time, let alone actually fuck me.' 'I'm sorry.' And I was, truly, but I still didn't know exactly how to solve my problems, or what and how to choose. 'The worst thing is, is that I know that I'm the reason you can't make up your mind! If it wasn't for me, you'd be fucking the entire village up the arse and making them scream in pleasure instead! Assuming you're not in Evendale by now, that is.' Oh. How did she know that? How did she know what I'd done to Juni? It's not like Juni had just told her? Had she? 'How?' I started to ask, but she interrupted… 'How? How did I know? Fuck me, Kathina, the amount of noise that woman, what's her name, Juni?' I nodded. 'Well the amount of noise she made last night was ridiculous. Hell, they probably heard her in Millton!' 'Oops,' I said, 'sorry.' 'Sorry? Sorry!?' she was starting to shout and walk around in front of me now, 'your fucking apologising for making someone happy and fucking her brains out!? Oh my Lord!' She placed her hands on her head, and looked down at me, 'Kathina, if that's what you're apologising for, then you might as well go away and get lost somewhere, 'cause I don't want you… Are you?' I looked up at her, feeling really nervous, afraid I was going to put my foot in it, 'no, of course not. I was just commenting on the noise – I didn't realise we were so loud.' 'Ha!' The way she looked and stared at me just made me want to go away and cry, but it wasn't an option right then, as she lowered her arms by her side, 'I doubt you cared how much noise she made, huh? I bet it turned you on! Well, didn't it?' 'Well, yes…' 'Exactly. So don't tell me you don't want to make me scream like that too, yes?' 'Err, yes?' I hoped I got the meaning of that last question right… 'So why aren't you fucking me then?' she asked, pointing at herself, making me want to stare at her breasts, but knew that wouldn't work, 'it's obvious you want to. Hell, I want you to as well! So what's wrong Kathina? Why won't you fuck me?' 'Well, I… Er…' I looked back up at her face. 'You, er, what?' I guessed it was time to at least try and tell her what I was thinking, and the problems I had, 'well, it's just that for some reason all I've been wanting to do is grab people, including you, and hit them and really fuck them hard, and I don't know WHY!' I shouted the last word at her, and couldn't help but start to cry properly, with the tears streaming down both cheeks. As I held my head in my hands, I knew I really couldn't figure out the answer to this myself, even though I'd been thinking about it, (and dreaming about it too, apparently), and it was really getting to me. Eventually I pulled my head up out of my hands, which were now wet with my tears, and looked up at her. 'I'm sorry,' she said, 'but I think it sounds like a really good idea. So why don't you just grab me and fuck me, really hard?' I stared at her in amazement, 'sorry? What for? And I can't fuck you like that, I'm sorry, but I just couldn't. I love you too much to even think about it.' 'What for?' She glanced up at the roof, 'I'm sorry because I'm the one responsible for your problems! Like I said, if it wasn't for me you wouldn't have any! You'd be sitting there in Evendale now, probably. And if you really loved me, you'd realise that I want you to fuck me, you know, just like last night with Juni. Do you have any idea how fucking jealous I felt listening to her?' 'I'm sorry.' 'Sorry?' She looked down at me again, 'Sorry? No you're not. Or at least, you shouldn't be.' She sighed and walked around again. 'It's all my fault,' she said again, 'if it wasn't for me getting in the way, you wouldn't have problems with your sword-fighting...' She paused and turned to look at me again, 'yes I know about all that as well. Teacher has been talking to your Mum and she's been talking to us.' 'Hmm,' I can't say I was too surprised. I knew he'd been talking to Mum, obviously, and I know that Mum tells Steylia pretty much everything, so… 'It's obvious to everyone that you've been burying a lot of your feelings away, and it's why you're having problems. I know I'm the reason for that, because you don't want to hurt me,' she bent down in front of me again, and lifted my face up to look at her, 'is that right?' Lord, her bright blue eyes are so beautiful! 'Yes,' I admitted, 'I couldn't do anything to hurt you. I love you too much.' 'Hmm,' she said, 'but it's started all coming out now, hasn't it?' 'Yes,' I admitted again, 'it started when you told me to fuck you really hard, remember?' 'Of course I do. I'm glad you did, too, it was wonderful!' She sighed again, 'Kathina, you have to understand that I don't care what you do to me, so long as it's what you want, okay? Kathina, it's entirely up to you what you want to do, as I said. It's up to you what you want from me now. Remember, I'll be your wife, lover or slave, okay? I think you should think about it on your trip with Juni. Okay?' 'Yes. You want me to go with Juni then? I could always stay here, and fuck you to bits?' 'Don't tempt me,' she said, 'but Jemila said she was going to pay you a lot of money, and I don't think turning that down would be very wise, do you?' She winked. Hmm. Jemila. So that's where she found all this out then, 'no you're right, of course.' 'So, you better get packed then,' she said, 'I'll get your armour if you know where that woollen suit is, okay?' 'Okay.' I scrambled round looking for my suit, which I eventually found in a sack of clothes near my mothers bed. I managed to find a smaller sack to put it in, (mother makes quite a few cloth sacks with any leftovers, so there are always some of them lying around), then went back downstairs to join everyone else. Preparing to Leave: Steylia and Juni were still there talking to each other as Alnia and I entered the front room. 'So, are you going with Juni here, then?' Steylia asked. 'Yes,' I replied. 'Yay!' screamed Juni then got up, ran over and hugged me, 'oh, sorry Master…' I looked at her as she withdrew her arms and sat back down again, 'it's okay. You're a bit excitable aren't you?' 'Sorry Master. I can't really help it. I just love being around you. You make me feel so happy!' She gave a big grin and returned to that slightly dreamy look again. 'I think someone's in love,' said Steylia, looking at me. 'Hmm,' is all I could reply. I still wasn't quite sure what to make out of the whole situation, but decided just to let things happen and see where it ended up. 'Looks like I've got some competition then,' said Alnia, 'though, to be honest, I'm surprised there isn't more.' I turned and looked at her, as she leaned against the table to my left, and her body was shining in the light through the window behind. Every time I looked at her properly, I'm sure I fell even more in love with her; it just seemed hard for me to express it properly. And understand it. And act upon it. I sighed, 'I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do about her; hell, I don't know what to do about anything anymore…' 'We noticed,' she replied, 'and I'm pretty sure you'll continue to have problems until you decide what it is you really want, both for yourself, and from everyone else. True?' 'Yes,' I replied. 'Exactly, so I think you should really go away and think about what it is you really want, while you're on your trip with Juni, okay?' 'Yes.' There was a short uneasy pause after that, until Steylia spoke to Juni, 'so, have you got your own horse and cart then?' 'Yep,' Juni replied, 'my mother arranged for me to get one that had made the trip before. It definitely makes it easier when the horse already seems to know where to go.' 'Good. I suggest you go and get it then, so we can put Kathina's stuff inside, okay?' 'Oh, yes, good idea,' Juni stood up, 'I'll be back in a couple of minutes then, Master.' 'Good,' I replied, 'hurry up.' 'Yes Master,' she said as she walked past and out of the front door and down the road towards the village hall, and the inn beyond. After she left, I just stood there, looking at both Alnia and Steylia, wondering what to say. Normally I'd love to stand there and take in their naked beauty, but it didn't seem the time for that just then, so I looked Alnia in the eye, and thought about asking a question, just to make small talk. 'Where's Teela gone?' I asked, just realising she wasn't there anymore. 'Toilet,' Steylia replied, simply. 'Ok.' There was another uneasy pause after that, as I couldn't think of anything else to say. Thankfully, my Mother then returned, and it was almost like the rest of us were finally able to breathe again. 'So,' my mother said after entering the room, 'where's Juni gone?' 'She's gone to get the horse-y,' I said. Yes, I know it's a bit childish, but I've always liked that word. (I was nineteen going on six as my mother liked to say). 'Okay,' she held out two folded pieces of paper with writing on them towards me. Not that I knew how to read, and she knew that, 'these are the letters for my cousin and sister, okay?' 'Which one's which?' I asked. 'Juni will know which one is for her mother,' she replied, 'with the other one for my sister, okay?' 'Okay.' I took them from her, though I realised without my belt on, I didn't have anywhere to put them. 'I guess you should go put your belt on then,' mother suggested, stating the obvious. So I did, fetching my sword from by the front door, noting that Alnia had folded up my armour into a pile next to it, waiting for the cart to put it in. I grabbed the bag with my warm suit from the other room and added that to the pile too, after I folded up the letters even more and stuck them in my money pouch, which only contained a few copper coins at the time. Just then, we heard the horse and cart arrive outside, so I picked up the pile of stuff, well, half of it, since my armour is actually quite heavy all at once, and thanked Alnia as she brought the rest. We went out and threw, well, placed, all my stuff in the back of the small cart Juni had. The horse-y was nice; big and dark brown, with a long black mane, and I stopped by to give him a stroke on his mane and neck. 'He likes it between the ears,' Juni said, so I obeyed, and he certainly did, turning his head and trying his best to lick me. Yuck! Juni threw me a couple of treats for the horse to eat, so I gave them to him, while stoking his neck again. 'I think he likes you,' Alnia said, as she stood next to me and watched. 'Hmm,' I replied, 'he's a nice horse-y aren't you?' He whimpered as I stroked his nose, then walked back to mother and Steylia. Teela had returned by then too, and stood by our mother. 'How are you off for food to take?' mother asked Juni. 'The bar-lady, er… Jem-illa? Gave me some. She said it should be enough for two of us until we get to the first inn,' she replied. 'Okay, and its Jem-eela, okay?' My mother winked at her. 'Oh, yes, sorry.' 'Right then. You going to give us all a big hug before you go then?' She asked me. 'Of course,' I replied then, moved in and gave her a big hug like she suggested. She hugged me back, making me feel very happy, special, and loved, as always, before she ruffled my hair, and passed me onto Steylia. As I threw my arms round her, feeling her large breasts press into my chest, and resting my head on her left shoulder, she said, 'hmm, about time you gave me a hug. You do still love me don't you? You don't do much to show it anymore.' 'I'm sorry,' I said, and she was right, of course. 'Promise me you'll hug me more often if you come back then, won't you?' she asked, as we parted. 'Yes,' I replied, looking at her blue eyes, that were so similar to Alnia's, 'I promise.' 'Good.' And so I finally stood before Alnia, and we came together slowly this time, standing right in front of each other and looking at each others eyes. She took my hands in hers. 'So,' she said, 'I guess this'll be the longest time apart for both of us, won't it?' 'Yep,' I replied. The only time we've been apart before for over a day was if either one of us stayed overnight in Millton. And now I was going away for at least a week! 'Well, I hope I'll see you again. I'll miss you badly if I don't. But it's up to you.' She slid her arms round my neck and I slid mine round her back and we slowly lent inwards and kissed. She was so soft, and so passionate, I was already thinking I didn't deserve it. Our tongues met again, and I could feel our bodies so closely touching; could feel every tiny part of our bodies as they found and caressed each other, from our breasts to our hands and knees, to our tongues and lips, and it all felt so good, that I never wanted it to end - but of course it did. 'I'll miss you too,' I said as we slowly parted. 'We'll see,' she replied. She held my hand as I walked up and got onto the left side of the seat at the front of the cart, leaving my sword hanging off to the side, making sure it wasn't going to hit the large spoked wheel. 'Promise me you'll finally decide what it is you want,' Alnia said as I slid my bottom around, trying to get comfortable. 'I promise,' I replied. She kissed my hand, then stood back, as Juni took the reins and with a shout, the horse started moving, forwards, then turning round to head back towards the hall and then north. I turned and faced Alnia as we moved off, and we blew each other a kiss and waved, along with our parents. I also made sure to wave at Teela, who looked a bit jealous. Oh dear, I hope she wasn't going to be much trouble! Before The Mountains: I looked back at Alnia, Teela and my parents, until we headed round the corner to the left of the village hall, and towards the north gate of the village, at which point I straightened up and looked to where we were heading. Nepin, who was guarding the north gate as leader of the morning guard shift waved to me as we went through and left the village, and I waved back. 'Who's that?' asked Juni. 'Nepin, my sisters boyfriend,' I replied. 'Ah. She likes boys then?' 'Yep. I've never been interested in them, myself, though.' 'Good for me, then,' she said, cheerfully, 'but even better for Alnia I think. Don't you?' 'Maybe,' I thought about her, about leaving her for so long, and still wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do, 'I don't know.' 'Aww, Master, don't cry. I know it's hard leaving her like this, and I can see how much you too love each other, but just think how much better it'll be with all the money I'll give you!' I looked across at her and she glanced at me, grinning, 'I love you, Master. Please don't be unhappy. You'll make me cry too.' 'Ok,' I said, 'I'll try.' 'Thank you Master,' she leaned on my shoulder as we passed the farms on both sides, and headed towards the bridge before Meatonfork. I decided to try and relax, and enjoy the ride, but it was hard – all I could think of was Alnia, and the question she'd given me. I did my best to try and think about it, but although I tried and thought pretty hard, I realised I had no idea what to choose at the time. By the time I'd done that, we'd left Meatonfork behind, and were heading for the small forest before the road headed up into the mountains. The road had already started to rise, but not by too much yet. Looking at the steepness of the sides of the mountains that loomed above and ahead of us, though, I knew it would probably get a bit steeper than that. I couldn't imagine it would get too steep, though, otherwise the horses wouldn't be able to make it. Looking to my right, and past Juni, there were more trees there, though you could just make out and hear the river just beyond. Juni glanced at me again. 'Are you okay, Master? You seemed to be thinking quite a lot. Have you managed to sort it out yet?' 'Nope. Don't know how long it'll take. Thought I might as well relax and enjoy the ride.' 'Hmm,' she smiled, 'good idea. I know a better way of enjoying ourselves, though.' She winked and slid up close next to me, 'you look like you need some fun, Master. Can I make you cum?' 'Is that all you think about?' I asked her, 'you're as bad as Marna and the rest.' 'Errm, it is when I'm with you, Master.' She rested her head on my shoulder and started purring, before sliding her free left hand up and down my right arm, 'Mmm, you're so strong, Master.' I decided that I better not answer… Master Swordswoman Pt. 07 'So you don't want me to make you happy, Master?' She said into my ear after a short break. 'Can you wait until later? I just want a rest for now, okay? Maybe after lunch?' 'Okay Master.' She left her head on my shoulder, though, and held the reins with her right hand still, leaving her left hand to start stroking my bare right leg. 'And you can cut that out too,' I said, indicating her hand on my leg. 'Aww. You're no fun Master,' she sounded pretty disappointed. 'I'm sorry, but unlike some of the people in my village I'm not totally obsessed with sex, okay?' 'Aww. Why not?' I was about to give a short answer, but started thinking instead. Why don't I seem to like having sex as much as the others? I know it's not that I don't enjoy it, because I do, it's just… Just what? I didn't know – I couldn't figure it out. It, again, felt like there was something there, another reason hidden in all my thoughts again, that I just couldn't quite make out. Hmm. More things to think about. 'I don't know,' I replied eventually, because at that time it was definitely the truth. 'Aww. Well, I love you anyway Master.' Hmm. I have to admit that at that moment I didn't feel like I deserved it, so I slid my arm round her and held her, before kissing her on the cheek, 'thank you.' She grinned and purred as she sat there with her head still resting on my shoulder. A short time later, we finally saw another cart heading in the other direction, 'you're a bit late aren't you?' The driver said as they past. He was right, of course – it was rather late when we left the village, and I guess we were going to be lucky if we made it to the inn before it got dark. It appeared Juni was thinking the same, 'I guess it's going to be pretty dark when we reach the inn Master. I'm sorry if I took too long to get everything ready this morning.' 'Hey,' I told her, lifting my arm to stroke her hair, 'if anything it's my fault for taking too long to talk to Alnia, okay? Where are you planning on stopping for lunch?' 'Oh, there's a bit just along here Master, before the mountain, where there's some food for the horse too, okay?' 'Ah, okay.' I should have realised that there would be arrangements for that sort of thing. I guess I just wasn't used to travelling much by then. There were a number of other carts following behind the other which was expected; most traders travel in groups for both protection and company, and since everyone normally wants to leave at about the same time anyway… But since we were later than we should have been, we were travelling alone. Oh well, so long as it didn't get too dark before we reached the inn, I felt we'd be okay. We both rode on without saying anything or even doing much more, just being happy to let the horse take us to where we needed to go and to enjoy the ride in silence. The rest/lunch-break area was just at the edge of the forest before the road ran into the mountains properly. By this time, the river was right next to the road again, and so the horse went and had a nice drink before settling down to eat some nice hay. Well, I assume it was nice as he certainly didn't waste any time in eating it. I have to admit it looked like it was more than just hay too, but neither Juni nor I knew everything it contained. As for Juni and I, we sat opposite each other at one of the three large dark wooden tables that were arranged there, eating the sandwiches, salad and drinks Juni had gotten from Jemila. Sitting there, with the constant rushing and trickle of the water, along with the sun creeping out from behind the clouds and mountains, as well as the cool breeze blowing downstream, was actually rather pleasant. I felt myself wishing we had more time, so we could sit there and enjoy it for longer, but, as we both knew, time was now one thing we didn't really have. 'I've never been this far away from the village without my mother before,' I said to Juni, 'although I did once go to Midston with Alnia. Not sure which is further away - probably here.' 'Probably,' is all she said, though we were both busy eating. I couldn't help but stare at her as we ate, though, examining her large breasts quite closely. Yes, okay, I felt jealous for a short while, as I always do, but it passed as usual. I guess I couldn't help myself at being so envious of larger breasts, since mine were so small, though I'd long since secretly wished otherwise. I'd never ever spoken to anyone about it or anything, but I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised that I'd made it obvious by staring so much. Juni was the first woman to actually say anything about the matter, however, since not even my mother had actually said anything to me about it by then… 'Do you like my breasts?' she asked, again picking up on the rather obvious fact that I'd been staring at them for what felt like hours. Even though I wasn't feeling as jealous as I did at first, her comment made me embarrassed that she'd noticed, and I thought that she knew why I'd been staring. 'Yes, but… I'm sorry,' I replied, assuming she knew. 'Sorry?' she asked, surprised, 'why, Master? I'm glad you like my breasts, Master. They are yours, you know, Master, just like the rest of me. I am your slave you know.' 'Hmm,' I murmured, realising I still hadn't really come to terms with that yet. I guess I still thought that she'd get over it at some point and go back to normal, but… 'Come on Master,' she said, getting up after she'd finished eating, and walking round to stand next to me, as I also finished eating, 'you can touch my breasts as much as you like.' 'Really?' I asked, just making sure, I guess. I slid round to my right, straddling the bench, facing her. She rolled her eyes at me again, 'of course Master!' I know I was supposed to be her Master, and had given her a really good fuck before, but for some reason I felt really nervous then, as I slowly raised my right hand up to touch her left breast. I looked up at her before I actually touched her, and found she was staring at me. 'What are you being so shy about, Master? Just fucking take me! Come on!' She grabbed my hand and thrust it straight at her breast, and I instinctively grabbed it. It felt warm and really soft, a bit like Alnia's, but I'm sure Juni had longer nipples. I guess it was after we both stared at each other for a few seconds, with her eyes focussed on mine, again pleading with me, that my brain finally managed to understand what I needed to do. I grabbed her arm and spun her round, before forcing her down to sit in front of me, facing away, in between my legs, making her land roughly with a thump. I reached round with both hands, and grabbed, then squeezed her breasts as hard as I could. She groaned, loudly, 'oh yes Master! That's it, take me!' I let go with my left hand, then reached back up and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to look up at mine. 'You like that, huh, slut?' I asked, placing as much emphasis on the insult as possible. It seemed to make her look even happier, as she started to cry. 'Oh yes, Master!' she cried, 'I love you so much Master!' I knew then that I needed to make her scream with pleasure again, and so I grabbed her under an arm and lifted her up as I stood myself, then swung my other arm under her legs to sweep her off her feet and slammed her down on the top of the table. 'Oh yes!' she cried, obviously enjoying what I was doing, and guessing what I was about to do. After making sure she was fully on the table, I roughly grabbed her legs and yanked them open, before slapping her mound with my right hand and running my fingers up and down her slit, which just made her cry out in pleasure again. As I rested my arm on her abdomen, and was getting my fingers ready to enter her extremely wet cunt, I leaned over and looked down at her face again. She looked so happy it almost made me cry! 'Are you going to scream for me, my little bitch?' I asked her. 'Yes Master!' she said, well, purred, almost as if she was in a world of her own; a world of nothing but pleasure, 'I'll scream as loud as I can for you Master.' 'Good,' I said, then finally worked the tips of my fingers into the little hole of her twat, stretching it out, making it ready, before finally thrusting them inside in one big motion. And that was a very big motion, since my fingers are so long! And she screamed! I'm sure it was the loudest scream I'd ever heard, completely unintelligible, but with the clearest meaning ever – she'd just had a massive orgasm! And I wanted to give her even more! 'Cum some more, then bitch!' I screamed at her, as I started thrusting my fingers in and out of her, feeling her juices cover the whole of my hand and fall onto the table as I did so. I don't know how many times I thrust my fingers inside her, or how many times I screamed at her to cum, let alone how many times she actually managed to do so, (though it was a lot), but we eventually wound down and finally stopped. Again, both of us were sweating but had finally had enough. I sat there, on the bench before her, getting my breath back, as she slowly turned over on her side to look at me. 'What did I do to deserve this Master?' she asked. I wish I knew! I don't know why I so enjoyed doing this to her! I didn't know what to say… 'Did you cum too, Master?' I shook my head. I hadn't cum this time, though, to be honest, I was still pretty wet and turned on myself. 'Would you like me to make you cum Master?' 'Yes, but…' I replied, and realised that we better get moving again, or we'll end up sleeping in the mountains. I needed to cum but, 'we better get going or we'll never get there before dark. Come on, you can bring me off on the way, okay?' 'Yes Master. Thank you Master,' she replied as we both got up and walked back over to the horse, which had been resting... Master Swordswoman Pt. 08 (A fantasy, lesbian, erotic story by PhillippaT 09/06/09) I feel I must apologise for taking so long to write all this -- (three months for just this part, apparently!). I'm afraid it's mainly because I keep on getting ahead of myself and then get sidetracked… (I've got the rough plans for a trilogy in mind, (though this first story has already been fully worked out), and I find myself thinking more about the second book/story than this one! I know - I really need to just concentrate and knuckle down and get this one done first!). I'm afraid that there's no sex in this particular part, but that's because things seem to be happening a bit slower than I anticipated. Sorry if you needed more. The next part will have it I assure you! (Of course, this also has the side-effect of making this story a lot longer than I also expected -- (and I had 40 parts planned to begin with!)). In this chapter I decided to write the slang into it, (since that is how she hears and writes it), but am not sure if it works? Let me know what you think… Update: Because of one piece of feedback about the slang -- (I thought it might be too much for some) -- I've decided to alter this part a bit -- (and make it part of the story too ;) ). Thanks, and I hope you enjoy it anyway, Phillippa… Into The Mountains: Note: Although I'd been told by the storyteller to try and write it as it sounded, using the slang etc., and then to write it down properly and add it to the rest of my notes which will go with the story -- because of the feedback we've had from the other couple of people working in the library here, we've decided to alter our plan and provide a translation with each piece of dialogue. We hope that nobody is upset with this, but since, as he told me, I'm supposed to writing as a matter-of-record anyway, it's probably for the best…). I Unfortunately for Juni, by the time we'd got back on the cart, and had started back up the path into the mountains, the moment had passed, and I no longer felt horny any more. 'Aww,' she said, looking really upset, 'but you promised, Master -- you really promised you'd let me make you cum!' 'I'm so sorry,' I replied, 'but I guess I'm just not really into sex that much.' Again, I sat back into the seat, staring ahead into nothing, ignoring the water beside and below us, the grey rocks that towered over and beyond us, as well as the grey clouds covering the sky overhead, hopefully not an ominous warning of rain, or even worse, snow. I was trying to work out why it was that I seemed to be the only person I knew that didn't seem to like sex very much, or at least very often. I do like making people happy, and I know sex makes me feel good too, but I just didn't seem to want to do it at all, hardly. Maybe Alnia was right when she said I don't know what love is, and maybe that's part of it, I thought, as we continued to ride up the gravel road which by now was fairly steep, towards the first inn. As I eventually finished my thoughts at the time, I looked across at Juni and saw she was crying. I lifted my right hand up to caress her neck, 'I'm sorry Juni. I don't mean to make you so upset, it's just, well, I can't help it if it's not what I want, though, to be honest, if it was, I doubt I'd be riding here with you now, anyway -- I'd probably be fucking Alnia to bits now instead.' She turned towards me, 'you're probably right, Master. It's all my fault for wanting too much I suppose. I'm sorry Master, but I guess I can't help wanting to make you feel happy.' 'Aww, it's okay.' I gave her a hug, and then we leaned on each other as we waited for the horse to take us up the road to the inn. II Eventually, in a few hours as it started to get dark, and after the horse had followed the trail around to the left and up the steady slope further into the mountains, we could hear the noise of the inn carried on the breeze as it blew downstream into our faces. For some reason, just being able to hear other people, instead of the steady noise of the water and wind as it blew down from the snow-covered peaks above, seemed to make me feel happier, and more secure. I guess I didn't realise how lonely I'd been getting as I'd been travelling with Juni, until I knew others were close by, especially when accompanied by food and lodgings… Juni also seemed to become more lively too, as we slowly approached the inn round the long bend in the road, and we both started having a good stretch, trying to make our bodies work fully again after sitting still for so long. Very soon, the inn appeared, protruding out from the mountain, almost appearing to be carved out from it, though obviously built up from stone next to it instead. It was a large inn, reflecting the amount of traffic that passed through, three stories high, and divided into two buildings, though joined at the corner. The nearest building was arranged lengthways down the road, with a flat roof sloped back towards the mountainous wall behind, and was obviously the main area for food, drink and gathering. A chimney at the end facing us was smoking well, probably for the kitchen fire, as the smell of food was very strong by now, wafting down from its direction. The other building was attached to this one at its far end, and stuck out closer to the road, which wound past it to the right, then bent round and disappeared behind. It had many windows facing us on its three floors, and was obviously there for lodging, though not many rooms had candles lit in them yet, and most of the windows we could see had their shutters closed. I didn't bother to count them at the time, and didn't think it was important. As we got closer to the nearest building, I realised that there was a cave before it in the wall on the left. It had quite a few holes and openings high up on the wall above its main archway, and as we stopped in front, I realised it was the stables, though I didn't hear or see the horses within until we were right outside. Right at that moment, a strong gust of wind blew down, and I realised it was actually getting cold. 'Brrr,' I said, as I shivered in the passing rush of wind. 'It'll get colder as it gets darker Master,' Juni explained, though I already knew, 'at least we got here before it was too dark, anyway. Still you should go inside and get settled while I put the horse and cart away for the night. I bet the horse would like some food too.' Just then the strong smell of horse-shit came through the air from the stables. You'd think I'd be used to it, and I should have been, but its sudden appearance then made me notice it even still. 'And a shit too,' Juni continued, making us smile, 'though my mother doesn't like that word. She prefers to use the word 'poo' instead.' Poo? I thought. What a word! 'Poo? That's really funny!' I exclaimed as I stepped down off the cart. I stepped over to our horse and stroked his neck and mane, 'do you need a -- poo -- horsey?' I asked him, starting to laugh. I thought it was hilarious! I turned round and looked at Juni, 'do you need a -- poo -- too?' I asked her, laughing again. She was laughing too, 'I guess I do actually,' she said, as she put her belt on, with the money pouch on her left hip. I found myself staring at her again, but felt ashamed for it, as though I was betraying Alnia. I realised she had a point, though, and knew it would be a good idea to get away, before I thought about doing anything more to her I might regret, (not that she would). 'Where's the toilet?' I asked her. 'Other side of the inn, so you don't have to walk so far from the room, though it's quicker probably to walk through the inn rather than round?' she replied. 'Okay.' I walked off round the end of the inn and to the front, walking into the light from its windows, created by the lit torches within, held in braces along the inside wall. The inn was pretty full and fairly loud and brash, as one might expect. Again, it seemed that some of the traders could play instruments, so music was also there in the background, though almost completely overwhelmed by the loud voices of everyone else as they spoke, joked, laughed, and shouted at each other, all in good spirit from what I could tell. The usual wenches and innkeeper, again, all female, were bustling about or standing behind the bar, serving the customers as necessary. I could see an opening to the other building and a door beyond, at the end of the room, and started to make my way towards it, trying my best to fend off unwanted hands from those who obviously liked the look of my bottom. By the time I reached the door to the outside, I'd wished I'd taken the other route, but knew it was too late to complain by then! I opened the door, and sure enough, it led to the toilets just outside at the back. By the time I'd finished and was washing myself, including my hands -- (see, we are pretty civilized!) -- Juni finally arrived to take her turn. 'Did you have a good poo then Master?' she asked with a twinkle in her eye. I couldn't help but laugh, 'of course I did. Anyway I'm going to see what they've got to eat. Don't take too long, will you? I'll probably need some of that money of yours to buy some food and a drink.' 'Yes Master.' III I walked back into the inn and stood at the doorway, looking for an empty table. 'Say, I don't s'pose you'd like to give us all a good fuck would ya?' a large man said, dressed in a dark grey jacket, as he wandered in front of me along the wall to my right, obviously drunk, 'I'm sure we coul' scrange up enuff mona'.' (Translation: 'Say, I don't suppose you would like to give us all a good fuck would you?' a large man said, dressed in a dark grey jacket, as he wandered in front of me along the wall to my right, 'I'm sure we could scrounge up enough money.'). 'I'm sorry,' I explained, 'for one, I'm not a whore, and two, I don't like men, okay?' 'Why d'ya go around lookin' like that, then, if ya not a whore? I'm sure wi' can fin' a cup'a girls for ya to fuck instea' if ya wan'?' (Translation: 'Why do you go around looking like that then, if you're not a whore? I'm sure we can find a couple of girls for you to fuck instead if you want?'). 'I'm sorry, but I'm not interested. I'm actually a trainee swordswoman with the Bymeatonsfield militia, and I'm escorting someone to Evendale. Just because I like being naked doesn't mean I like sex, or that I'm a whore or a slut, okay?' 'Aww, why not?' But then a few other men had crowded round and were openly eyeing me up. Why not, indeed? I thought as they stood there staring -- I mean, if I was Juni I'd probably be already flat on my back by now! I'm supposed to want sex, aren't I? I mean, it's supposed to be enjoyable, so I'll want it more and have lots of kids too. But I didn't want it, and that's wrong, isn't it? To be honest, even if they were women I wouldn't have been interested either. Granted, I was feeling hungry, but still… 'Am sha' Linni'll fuck ya,' someone else said, and then, the next thing I knew, they were dragging me towards a table by the wall and near the fire which someone had lit. A woman was sitting on it, also doing her best to fend off the few men that surrounded her too. (Translation: 'I'm sure Linni will fuck you.' (Etc.)). 'Ere, Linni,' the man said, pushing me in front of her, 'shi'lak girls too. C'mon g'is'all a show.' (Translation: 'Here, Linni,' the man said, pushing me in front of her, 'she likes girls too. Come on, give us all a show.'). The woman, who was wearing a long pale red robe, and had long braided brown hair, atop a round but bright face, dropped down off the table and threw her arms round me. 'Ya wanna fuck then?' she asked me, in a similar accent to the man who'd spoken to me before. 'No,' I repeated, 'I'm fucking starving and if I don't get some food soon, someone is going to lose something very important.' I reached across to grab the handle of my sword to make the point. 'Aww,' she looked rather downcast, 'ya look'd lak y'od be'a god fock.' (Translation: 'Aww,' she looked rather downcast, 'you looked like you'd be a good fuck.'). I heard a noise behind me and looked round. Thankfully it was Juni. 'I don't suppose you'd like to give her a good fuck would you?' I asked her, though I knew it was probably not necessary. 'Of course I would Master,' Juni said, 'though I'm starving too, you know.' 'Well, you'd better make it quick then, hadn't you,' I winked at her, 'so can I have some money for food then, slut?' I wasn't quite sure what made me add the last word onto the sentence, but it felt good at the time. 'Of course you can Master.' Juni took her belt off and handed it to me, as she stepped across me towards the woman behind, accompanied by cheers and whistles from the men. I turned and watched briefly as the woman, (who I assume was Linni), took Juni in her arms and kissed her. Then I quickly worked my way through the circle of people, (there were a couple of other women there too), and managed to find an empty table near the bar at the other end of the room. After I sat down, I motioned at one of the wenches at the bar to come over. 'What have you got to eat?' I asked her. 'Pork, 'am, bay-cun -- anyfing ta do wi' pigs a'uh minnit',' she said, 'Ah'd stig wi'ya bay-gun if ah wuh yuh -- it chipper.' (Translation: 'Pork, ham, bacon -- anything to do with pigs at the minute,' she said, 'I'd stick with bacon if were you -- it's cheaper.'). 'I don't care about money,' I told her, 'I'll have some ham, please.' 'Huh, wel'wi'do. I 'op ya cun pay fuh it - Ahm a'frid nuffin 'ere is chip.' (Translation: 'Huh, well we do. I hope you can pay for it -- I'm afraid nothing here is cheap.'). 'Of course I can,' I somehow managed to refrain from calling her a bitch, but I still don't know how -- I was starting to get really cranky, I guess, as I got hungrier, 'now hurry up.' 'O-kay,' she said, 'don' pullya 'air ou'.' (Translation: 'Okay,' she said, 'don't pull your hair out.'). As she wandered off to the kitchen behind the bar, another woman sat down at the end of the table. I gave her a quick glance. She had a dark brown robe on, and had a light white face with long dark brown wavy hair that almost matched. She had a thin mouth, but it was her eyes that were interesting -- they were both different colours, one brown and one green. I hoped I wasn't staring too much! 'Hi,' she said. 'Hi,' I replied, 'who are you?' Then I thought a bit more, 'If you wanna fuck, then tough.' She laughed, 'nah it's alrigh'. I gavered by now y'ah not in'rested. Where'ya from?' (Translation: 'No, it's alright. I gathered by now you're not interested. Where are you from?'). Phew! It seemed she just wanted to talk, (for once!). 'I'm from Bymeatonsfield,' I replied, 'I'm escorting my cousin there,' I pointed over my shoulder, 'to Evendale, well, trying to.' 'Hmm. Well, she seem'ta be enjoyin' 'erself.' (Translation: (sorry if it's not necessary): 'Well, she seems to be enjoying herself.'). Judging by the noise she was making, that was most definitely an understatement! I guessed it wasn't going to take her much longer to cum, too… 'Anyway,' she said, offering me her right hand to shake, 'I'm Lori, Lori W'ill'urn,' -- (Whillturn), 'my muvver's the turnah in Wood 'ill, which is where we go'ah name.' (Translation: 'Anyway,' she said offering me her right hand to shake, 'I'm Lori, Lori Whillturn. My mother's the (wood) turner in Woodhill, which is where we got our name (from).'). 'Where's Wood Hill?' I asked, since I didn't know. 'It's a li'tle village nex'ta forest 'long the river sarth of Evend'l,' she replied, 'it's quit' nice d'n there, tho' -- 'tis pret' quiet, n'quit' peacefuh int' summah. Gets nois' int' sprin' when all't birds are matin', but yah ten' not'ah notice 'em aft'a while. Noh' ta col' inna winta' eiver.' (Translation: 'It's a little village next to the forest along the river south of Evendale,' she replied, 'it's nice and quiet down there, though -- it is pretty quiet, and quite peaceful in the summer. Gets noisy in the spring when all the birds are mating, but you tend not to notice them after a while. Not too cold in the winter either.'). 'Sounds a bit like Bymeatonsfield,' I said, 'though with the amount of traffic we're getting through there, now, it's not going to stay a village for long, or stay that quiet either.' 'Aww,' she said, reacting to my disapproving tone no doubt, 'wha' d'ya do anywah? Ya cud alway' mov'ta Wood 'ill if ya'd preffer, I'm shah wi'cud yus anuvver stro' wom' lie'you arrand, 'ven if ya wouldn' lie ta joi'ni an' give us all a gud fu' ev' nigh'.' (Translation: 'Aww,' she said, reacting to my disapproving tone no doubt, 'what do you do, anyway? You could always move to Woodhill if you'd prefer -- I'm sure we could use another strong woman like you around, even if you wouldn't like to join in and give us all a good fuck every night.'). 'Does every village have an orgy at night then?' I asked, surprised by that. I guess I'd never really thought about anything beyond my own village before then. This trip with Juni might actually be a good thing after all! 'A'cours'ey do,' Lori said, rolling her eyes, obviously surprised by my question, 'don' yah know anyfing?' (Translation: 'Of course they do,' Lori said, rolling her eyes, obviously surprised by my question, 'don't you know anything?'). 'Not much, I guess,' I admitted, 'though I'm training to be a swordswoman.' 'Swordswoma?' she seemed surprised by that, but then I could tell she was giving me a good look over -- especially my arms and the muscles I have, 'hmm, well, I s'pose ya do luh pri-teh stron' 'nuff. An'ah nev' seena sword lie tha'on beh-fuh. I though' they were s'posed ta be long-er than tha'?' (Translation: 'Swordswoman?' she seemed surprised by that, but then I could tell she was giving me a good look over -- especially my arms and the muscles I have, 'hmm, well, I suppose you do look pretty strong enough. And I've never seen a sword like that one before. I thought they were supposed to be longer than that?'). 'They normally are, but I preferred this shorter one. It's quicker and lighter than a longsword, which I prefer.' 'Ah, 'kay. Ah bin train' ta' use 'alberd -- don't know much 'bout sword', really.' (Translation: 'Ah, okay. I've been training to use a halberd -- I don't know much about swords, really.'). 'Okay.' That wasn't too surprising -- most women and girls train to use them instead of swords. I still wasn't quite sure of why at the time though, but accepted it as fact regardless of the reason behind it -- (since it should be good), 'so what sort of stuff does your mother make? I assume you help her out? Have you got any brothers and sisters?' 'Well, mah mum makes ah usual stuff, like 'andles an' chair an' table legs, an' anyfin' else needin' wooden pole' an tha' sor' of fing. Wi' try ta add sum of'a more fancy decor'ayshun to it', but mos' ova people who buy our stuff in Even'del don' real' care. Mah mum isn' 'xactly best aroun', so it no' worf a gret deal, bu' it cheap, an' it sell well 'nough ta keep food on't table.' (Translation: 'Well, my mum makes the usual stuff, like handles and chair and table legs, and anything else needing a wooden pole and that sort of thing. We try to add some more fancy decorations to it, but most of the people who buy our stuff in Evendale don't really care. My mum isn't exactly the best around, so it's not worth a great deal, but it's cheap, and it sells well enough to keep food on the table.'). Master Swordswoman Pt. 08 'My mother's a cloth maker, and it's the same thing there. I don't want to be a cloth maker, though -- it's too boring for me I guess.' 'Well, sum wud seh'uh sem fing abat turnin' wood too, ah' guess, bu'ah actually quit' enjoy it. 'Av goh'ta brovvah and sistah too, by-ah-way, bu'mah bruvver's ah uh 'cademy. 'Eel prob'be fightin' Orc by uh new year, prob'ly.' (Translation: 'Well, some would say the same thing about turning wood too, I guess, but I actually quite enjoy it. I've got a brother and sister too, by the way, but my brother's at the academy. He'll be fighting Orcs by the new year, probably.'). I could tell she seemed a bit worried by that, 'what's his name?' 'Aydan,' she paused, 'I hop' 'ee's doin' okay. 'Aven't really 'eard much from 'im since he lef'. Ah guess 'e bin busy.' (Translation: 'Aydan,' she paused, 'I hope he's doing okay. I haven't really heard from him since he left. I guess he's been busy.'). 'Aww,' I replied, sounding a sympathetic as I could, 'that's not right. He should at least let you all know how he's getting on. I would if I had to leave for the academy, and that's almost a week away for me!' I reached over and held her hand. 'Fanks,' she said, and smiled at me. Just then, the wench came back with my food. 'Thanks,' I told her as she put it on the table before me, then realised I'd forgotten a drink to go with it, 'what have you got to drink?' 'Ay! Ow much money 'av ya ach'ly go'?' she asked, 'yah noh' strin'in' us 'long are yah?' (Translation: 'Hey! How much money have you actually got?' she asked, 'you're not stringing us along, are you?'). 'If that's your attitude,' I said sternly, not happy with her at all, 'then I'll keep my money and have a cup of water thank you.' 'Sor-rih,' she said, not sounding sorry at all, as she wandered off again. 'What's got into her tonight?' I asked Lori, in case she knew, 'or are they always like that here?' ''Aven'ta clue,' she replied, shrugging her shoulders. Just then Juni appeared in front of us. I guess I'd been too busy talking to Lori to notice she'd finished. 'You got some food then?' she said, 'can I have my belt back please, Master, so I can get some too?' I passed her belt across the table, and stared at her breasts again as she sat down. She noticed, of course, and smiled at me. 'I didn't think you were interested in that sort of thing at the minute, Master?' she said, then winked at me. 'Well, I'll feel better once I've finished eating,' I replied, in between shoving forks of ham and potato into my mouth. 'Good.' She summoned the wench over too, 'what have you got to eat? On second thoughts, scratch that - I'll have what Master's having,' she waved at me. 'Muster, eh?' the woman replied, her eyebrows raised, 'will I 'op you've go' sum money t'pay fuh it, tuh? I' no' chip 'ere.' 'Translation: 'Master, eh?' the woman replied, her eyebrows raised, 'well I hope you've got some money to pay for it, too? It's not cheap here.'). I could tell from the look Juni gave her she was far from impressed with the woman's attitude. I couldn't exactly blame her. 'Just because my Master and I choose not to wear clothes doesn't mean we can't afford them,' she explained, slowly and precisely, using a tone of voice I hadn't really heard from her before, 'and if you continue with that attitude you'll find yourself losing more money than you'll gain, understood?' I could tell the wench wasn't quite sure what to make of that, especially in the tone that Juni said it. I guess the fact that she was a 'Lady', was starting to come through. 'Now, run along and get me my food, please, thank-you,' Juni continued, 'oh, and what's your best wine at the minute? I'd like a cup of that too, thanks.' I could tell the wench hadn't quite got her head round what was happening, and it took a short while for her to realise what Juni had asked, 'Bes' win? Ya can' affud tha'. Tha's uh silva uh cu'. How mu' ya go'? Cup'a cop'?' (Translation: 'Best wine? You can't afford that. That's a silver a cup. How much you got? Couple of copper (pieces)?). Looking back at Juni, I could tell she was starting to get pretty angry. I had a feeling I might actually enjoy this! I sat back a bit to watch, though I noticed Lori looked pretty worried. 'I'll tell you what,' said Juni, raising her voice, 'how much is this inn worth? Perhaps if I buy it from you I'll manage to get some decent service round here… Go on, how much?' The wench looked shocked, and looked round at the woman behind the bar, (probably her mother). The woman looked back at us, and shouted across, 'five gold, probably, maybe six, though it's not for sale, and you certainly can't afford it.' Juni glanced across at her, then looked back down at her belt and opened the money pouch. Then she reached inside and took out a one gold coin, and placed it on the table in front of the wench, before doing it again, until there were six gold coins on the table in front of her. After she'd done that, I noticed that the inn had gone completely silent, and I looked round to see everyone staring at her, and the money in front. Great, thanks Juni! I guessed at that moment that being her bodyguard might get a little harder… The wench, though, was dumbstruck, staring down at the coins in front of her, gaping. Eventually she lifted her head up to Juni and ask, 'where d'ya ge' tha' fro'? Di' ya still it'?' (Translation: 'Where did you get that from? Did you steal it?'). Again, Juni looked less that happy with that question. 'Of course not,' she replied, 'my mother gave it to me.' 'An'hoo'sat?' (Translation: 'And who's that?'). 'Lady Ramelkala Carneven, of Evendale,' Juni replied, 'you know, the bitch. And perhaps I shall tell her about how bad this inn is?' Again, the wench, and her mother behind the bar looked dumbstruck, 'Carneve…?' she mumbled. 'Yes,' replied Juni again, 'I'm Lady Junifala Carneven, and I'd like some food and some wine please.' Eventually the wench finally managed to pull herself together, 'yess, fuh and win for Carneve… So sorr, so sorr…' she mumbled, almost crying now by the sounds of it as she quickly left for the bar. 'Lady Carneven, huh?' Lori said, after she'd gone, 'wha' ya doin' 'ere wi' no cloth's on?' 'I'm on my way back home after a trip to Millton. Master here is my escort,' Juni replied 'Master? How cum she you' Master? You vuh Lady?' 'She's my Master because she made me all hers,' Juni said, not really saying much about how that happened, thankfully. 'Okay,' Lori said, 'well, I bet go che' hors' nah,' she glanced at me as she got up, 'you bet' stay insi'. Would' wan' free' tho' lit' ti's off.' (Translation: 'Well, I better go check the horse now,' she glanced at me as she got up, 'you better stay inside. Wouldn't want to freeze those little tits off.'). For a reason that I didn't understand at the time, her last sentence really got to me, and I stood up suddenly, feeling really angry, 'who're you calling 'little tits' you bitch!?' I shouted at her, and hit her right on the jaw with my right hand. As she fell to the floor, I pulled out my sword and held it pointing at her throat as she turned on her back to look up at me. 'Wha!?' she screamed as she saw my sword pointing at her, then collapsed in tears, 'Am so sorr-ee! I did' min it! I sweh!' (Translation: 'I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it! I swear!'). At that moment I caught up with myself, and also wondered what I was doing. Looking at Lori crying her eyes out, I suddenly realised how bad I'd been, and quickly put my sword away. 'I'm sorry,' I said to her, as she scrambled up and ran off towards the door. I sat down, and put my head in my hands, before looking up a Juni, 'Oh my Lord,' I said, 'what the hell am I doing? What's wrong with me?' 'Well,' said Juni, 'I guess we know better than to call you 'little tits' from now on.' I don't know why, but rather than make me angry, that time it made me laugh, and by that, I mean I was almost laughing my head off. IV Unfortunately, the laughter couldn't persist, and I eventually slumped down, again trying to figure out what was happening to me. I guess I was starting to feel a bit depressed about the whole thing. 'What do you mean, what's wrong?' Juni said, apparently listening to my mumbling out-loud as I thought, 'you're a master, and there's nothing wrong with that!' I looked up at her, and she rolled her eyes again, 'what do you mean?' I asked. She sighed, and looked me in the eyes, 'You're a master, master, and we're slaves, so don't feel sad about treating us like them, okay?' 'But I don't want to be a master!' I stood up and banged my tankard down on the table, sending water splashing everywhere as I shouted that, and then realised as I stood there, that everyone in the room was staring at me. After quickly looking round, ashamed and embarrassed, I slumped back down on the bench. 'But I thought you did, Master,' Juni said, looking rather upset, 'I thought you liked being my Master. I certainly like being your slave - it's the best thing that's ever happened to me!' I looked up at her, 'really?' 'Yes, Master, really. If you think you need any help, then just ask Master. Or just take me or anything you want. I don't mind. Hell, who am I kidding, I love it!' She just sat there beaming at me after saying that, and I guess I couldn't help but smile too, 'really?' I asked again, just to make sure. She rolled her eyes again, (okay, I have to admit that I actually quite like it when she does that), 'of course, Master.' We just sat there and finished our drinks off, as I thought about what she said. Deep down, though, I knew I still hadn't, or couldn't, accept that Juni could actually be like she was -- that she could actually want, let alone enjoy being a slave, let alone my slave. I didn't really want her to be a slave either, I knew, but at the same time, I did enjoy making her happy. I still wasn't sure what to do about it all… Eventually Juni spoke, 'so Master, do you want to stay down here for the orgy, or should we get a room? Either way I can tell you need a really good cum to make you feel better.' 'Is that all you ever think about?' I asked, before regretting it, since it was all too obvious what the answer was! 'Of course it is, Master!' she replied, her green eyes twinkling, 'I want to make you happy, just like you make me!' 'Hmm,' I replied, not knowing what to say. 'So Master, what are we going to do? Shall we stay down here or get a room?' 'Hmm,' I said again, looking around, realising that didn't really care for anyone else down there, and didn't really fancy being involved in a orgy with them, 'let's get a room, okay?' 'Yes Master,' she said, as she stood up, 'but I need to quickly fetch something first, okay?' 'Okay,' I replied, wondering what she'd forgotten, as I watched her, well stared at her nice bare bottom, as she slipped across and out of the door, making everyone shiver with the draft until the door closed behind her. I hoped she'd be okay outside in the cold, alone… 'Alone? That's not right,' I thought as I stared at the door after her… Master Swordswoman Pt. 09 Master Swordswoman -- Part9 (A fantasy, lesbian, erotic story by PhillippaT 01/07/11) I've been really busy for quite a while now, (have moved around a bit too), I'm afraid, so I haven't had much time, (or space), to actually get back to writing all this out. I also found this particular chapter really hard to write - I just hope the effort was worth it? (To be honest, I've also been getting really -- WAY - ahead of myself in this story, which probably hasn't been helping either -- (especially recently with something I've got planned for the next part...) (Trilogy anyone? :p )). Master, Escort or Lover? Note: After a long talk with the Storyteller about the last part I wrote, we've agreed that I should drop the slang, accents or dialect from now on, (mainly since it's supposed to be a matter of record rather than just a simple tale, and although we ended up adding translations before, we/he felt it wasn't really worth it from now on. There are apparently better sources available to show how we talk around here instead). Of course if anyone actually likes it like that, then let me know, (assuming I'm still around to ask that is), since I'm sure I could do a nice translation for you! I It took a while for my body to catch up with my thoughts, to the point that I'd actually finished my drink, before I also rose from the bench and walked towards the door of the inn. The other men there still couldn't keep their hands to themselves though, and I found myself fighting them off on the way, as seemed to be usual these days. You'd think they'd never seen or felt a naked woman before! (And if they hadn't, then they should have found someone else who's actually interested, first!). Eventually I reached the outer door and opened it, revealing the dark road before the darker mountain across the river, and the cold, which by now was definitely too much for a naked woman. I quickly scampered across to the stables, letting the door close behind me, shivering as I did so. When I got there, I heard voices from within. One was definitely Juni, though the other, no others, were male, though not too old by the sounds of it. I quickly slid into the stable entrance, as quietly as I could and let my eyes adjust to the light level inside, which actually wasn't too bad - someone had lit a couple of torches high on the walls, (probably Juni, or maybe Lori if she'd still been here before). The smell of horse shit was very strong, (though you'd think I'd be used to it after all this time -- perhaps it smelled different there), and I dread to think what I was stepping in, but I ignored it and tried to make out what the others were saying. Then Juni cried out, and I realised that it probably wasn't good! I quickly slid round to the side, creeping along the wall to try and see where they were, and what was happening, over to my right. There were two men, well, young men -- youths - and they'd cornered Juni, looking like they were causing nothing but trouble. I knew her showing all that money around was going to be a problem! 'C'mon bitch!' one of the boys snarled at her and he grabbed her arm, 'just give us some of that gold of yours and we'll let you go.' 'No,' Juni replied, pulling her arm away, seemingly not that afraid or affected by what was happening, 'what do you think you can do with it anyway? Where are you going to go? Where are you going to hide? You think you'll just be able to walk to Bymeatonsfield or something?' She definitely had a point, but the boys didn't seem to be interested in little things like that, and they made to grab her again. I decided I'd seen and heard enough, and drew my sword before stepping round the cart between us, then quickly thrust my sword out between the boys and Juni, the edge pointing right at their throats. As I did so, I realised the one on the far side had a knife in his hand. 'Drop the knife,' I told him as sternly as I could, 'before I make you drop it in a very painful way.' Both of the boys were staring wide eyed at the short-sword I held before them, before turning their eyes and following the sword up to my arms, no doubt looking at my nice muscles, and then, men and boys being what they are, still had a quick look at my body, (especially my breasts, though why they like to look at mine I don't know), before looking back at the sword. 'Go on, drop it,' I urged him, 'I'm supposed to be training to kill Orcs not people!' He did, eventually, thankfully, though still reluctantly. I think he realised how much trouble he was in by then. Juni picked the knife up then went to get some help from the inn. All three of us just stood there, silently, watching each other, though they still snuck in glances at my body when they thought they could get away with it, without making it obvious by actually staring at me, like I've ever really cared about people looking at me before -- (if you want to stare, then go ahead -- I really couldn't care less, unless you're a naked woman too, of course, in which case I'll probably do some staring of my own!). Soon, Juni came back with one of the larger men I'd seen in the inn, but not one I'd spoken to. He walked straight up to the boys and slapped them both round the head, while Juni came over and stood on my left, by the cart. 'Paymar and Tofful', (again, I hope I got the spellings right!), 'just what am I supposed to do with you this time?' he said, as he hit them, 'just how much more trouble are you going to get yourselves into? How many beatings is it going to take for you two to actually learn that you can't go around and do things like this to people! The first thing you can do is apologise to the lady and her friend here, okay?' They both mumbled an apology, their eyes downcast at the wooden floor that had been laid over the stone in the cave/stable. (Why they didn't just use the stone floor underneath I didn't know at the time). I finally sheathed my sword. 'But that's not going to be enough, now, is it?' the man carried on speaking, 'so, hand over the money you got given - go on.' He held out his hand, and both of the boys reached into their pockets and put the coins they pulled out into it. He looked down at it, 'and the rest.' They looked really sad at that, and then pulled out a couple more coins from other pockets, before putting them in the man's hand also. 'Thank you,' he said, gruffly. Then he turned to Juni, who by now was standing next to me, holding my arm, and looking fairly happy. He held out his hand, and let her take the coins, 'that should cover your room and food at the inn, I hope,' he said, 'I apologise greatly for my sons, though I never thought they'd ever do something quite this stupid.' 'But you...' I started, but stopped when Juni grabbed and lightly squeezed my left arm. The man looked at me as I started to speak, 'I thank you for not hurting them, lass, and if there's anything else I can do for you, just let me know. I'm Ditchin, Ditchin Roper of Mid'ston.' He held out his hand, and Juni and I both shook it. Then he turned back to his sons, grabbed them and shuffled them back outside and towards the inn. 'But he didn't have to give us that money,' I protested to Juni, 'it's not like we need any.' Juni sighed, 'yes he did, Master.' 'Why?' I was puzzled. 'Because it was the right thing to do, okay Master?' she explained, then threw her arms round me and hugged me tightly, leaning her head on my chest, 'thank-you Master. I love you so much.' II We stood there for a while, holding each other, until Juni finally pulled away. 'I think it's time we went back to the inn, Master, unless you'd like to sleep in here?' She raised her right eyebrow, giving me a good look at her bright green eye in the torchlight. 'I don't think that'll be good idea,' I replied, 'I'd prefer a bed to sleep in, thank you.' 'Me too,' she smiled, then turned round and began rummaging through the contents of the cart behind her, which I only just realised was the one we travelled on. Shortly, she pulled out a small cloth bag, 'there we go. Shall we go back now Master?' 'Yes please,' I said, and as she put out the torches, we walked to the entrance of the stables, before quickly running across to the inn again, both of us shivering in the cold wind as it blew down the road before us. Thankfully it didn't take long before we were back inside the inn, though I needed to go and spend a couple of minutes before the fire to warm myself up again first. 'What's the matter, darlin'?' one of the men said from behind me, 'you frozen your cute little ass off?' Unfortunately for him, by this time I'd had enough, and so I turned round and glared at him as best as I could. Thankfully he shut up, though continued to stare at me, (of course). Juni then joined me and explained she'd got a room, holding the key up in front of her to prove it. 'Good,' I told her, then waved my hands towards the people around us 'let's go - this lot's starting to annoy me.' As we got up to leave, a lot of the men complained that we weren't staying for the orgy they wanted to start with us, well, me, by the sounds of it. 'Tough shit,' though, is all could say to them as we quickly left the room and into the second part of the inn. As we turned the corner in front of the door outside to the toilets, facing a corridor with a number of doors on each side, I asked her which room we had. 'It's the one on the end on the top floor apparently,' she said, 'it's all they had left. Better than nothing, though, Master?' 'Yes,' I replied, grabbing her left wrist, before dragging her up the wooden stairs next to and over the outside door, which she didn't complain about. After we eventually reached the door to the room, (with a bit of huffing and puffing from Juni), she gave me the key and I unlocked the door and went inside. The room, as you'd expect, didn't contain much. It was similar to a room at Jemila's inn, and contained a bed against the right wall, a table on the opposite wall, a small cupboard by the bed under the window opposite, and a chair next to the table and by the door. I walked into the room, took my belt and sword off, and hung it on the back of the chair with a sigh, as Juni lit the large candle that was sitting on the table, using the already lit time candle standing next to it to do so. (Time candles never give off as much light as normal candles for some reason, but they last a lot longer, (two to four days depending on the size), with red bands on them to show every six hours and a thicker band to show a day). I hate to say it, but the thought of what was going to, or even supposed to happen with Juni didn't really make me feel excited at all; in fact, I didn't really feel like doing anything much, except for going to bed and sleeping. I felt like a rest, even though I hadn't really done anything today. Maybe the bit of excitement in the stable had something to do with it, I wondered, though why I should feel quite so exhausted just from what I'd done that day, I really couldn't say. In the end, though, I just stood there, looking out of the window, which had one of its shutters open, letting the cold moonlit air waft in and around us as it blew past the inn and downstream. Looking at the dark shape of the mountains across the river just made me realise that I really wasn't at home anymore, and probably added to the nervousness I was feeling. In fact, over the next few seconds looking out at the dark shadows of rocks, I began to wonder what I was really doing here, and even though I had Juni with me, I felt quite lonely. I felt as though everything had been moving too fast for me, as though I was stuck in a river and being carried away, from the time I'd spent with my mother until the moment then, and I didn't get the feeling it was about to stop. I didn't like it at all. It was probably pretty obvious to Juni that I was nervous, or upset about something. 'What's the matter, Master?' she asked as she sat on the bed, looking at me. 'I don't know,' I replied, as I stepped over and closed the shutter, blocking the air and view of the mountains. 'Don't know?' Juni replied, 'what don't you know, Master? Don't you know if you need me to fuck you? Because if that's the case I can definitely tell that you do.' 'What don't I know?' I turned round and leaned back against the wall by the table, next to the corner by window, facing Juni, then shrugged with my hands in the air, 'I don't know anything!' With that last word I felt a great deal of energy leave me, as if I'd been holding it all in for a long time; it felt quite draining, and also made me feel quite sad. 'I really don't know anything,' I said as I slumped back into the wall, almost pleading with Juni as she sat opposite, staring at me, 'I'm fucking useless as a swordswoman, really useless as a lover,' I paused at that point, as thinking about Alnia, even briefly, made me feel far worse, and it took me a moment to catch my thoughts again, 'and I don't know why you want me as a Master, since I'll be totally fucking useless at that too!' After that I'd slumped down so far I was now sitting on the floor, and I cried my eyes out, leaning my head on my arm, braced against my bent legs. Juni got up and stepped over, trying to do her best to comfort me, but I wasn't interested in her help at that point and pushed her back to the bed. 'Go away,' I told her, 'go find a better fucking Master, I'm useless. I don't want to be a Master, anyway.' 'Aww, Master,' she said, in such a way that I had to look up at her, and to my surprise at the time, she was crying too, 'you're not useless, you wouldn't have been able to help me if you were, now would you? And why don't...' 'But I am,' I said, before she had a chance to finish, still trying to convince her, 'I'm... I'm...' I struggled to come up with a word that would describe what I was feeling at the time, until it finally came to me. 'I'm thick, aren't I?' I said, looking up at her, as it seemed that what I was thinking finally made sense. 'Aww, Master,' she replied again, 'you can't be that thick, now, can you? You don't seem to have problems talking to me or anything.' She thought for a few seconds with her face screwed up a bit in concentration, 'do you know how to count, Master?' 'A bit, I suppose,' I answered, 'I can count to a hundred.' 'Hmm, of course, money,' she said, 'can you do any arithmetic?' 'Aritha-what?' I asked. 'Oh, er, sums, you know, adding up or taking away?' 'Oh,' I said, finally understanding, 'well I can do a bit of that but it's hard. Have to be careful though, or people can take money from you.' 'Exactly,' she said, 'so, I'm assuming you've had lessons on how to write, too, yes?' 'Write?' I replied, surprised, though I shouldn't have been, really, 'oh no, I've never been taught anything like that. If I wanted to learn that I'd have to go all the way to Midston, and it's too far to learn anything properly.' 'You've never been taught how to write?' Juni seemed astonished by that, jumping up on her feet in front of me, 'so you don't know any letters or words or anything?' I shook my head, 'nope.' I was actually beginning to feel rather afraid by then, wondering what she was going to think of me, though also happy and hopeful that she might not actually want me as a Master after all... Well, I did tell her I was thick! By now she was pacing back and forth in front of me, thinking, before stopping and looking down at me, 'who's the so-called knowledge teacher in Bymeatonsfield?' 'Knowledge teacher?' I asked, trying to think of what she meant, and remember what other people in the village had said about that before, 'oh, that's right, Mr Landson's wife used to be the knowledge teacher, but she died ages ago, and no-one's replaced her yet.' 'Ages ago? How long ago was that?' 'Oh, ages -- when I was little.' 'So you've been without a knowledge teacher for years? Probably over a decade even?' 'Dec...?' I began, but she continued speaking. 'Oooh, that just so WRONG!' she said, balling her hands into fists, and pacing back and forth again, 'if I wasn't on bad terms with the Marlands right now, I'd go back to Millton and give them a piece of my mind!' She paced back and forth for a while, slowly letting all her anger out, before stopping and looking down at me again, 'I guess I'll have to send them a nasty letter instead, and maybe to... Oh well, you don't really need to know all that, Master.' Her face softened, and she smiled, holding her arms out to me, 'come here Master, I'm so sorry about all that. If you want, Master, I'll teach you. I can teach you to write and count properly and arithmetic and everything, and then you won't be thick anymore, will you?' She seemed really happy about that; so happy she started to cry again. I stood up and she immediately stepped over and threw her arms round me and hugged herself to my chest, pulling me away from the wall towards her. 'I love you Master, I love you so much. I'm so glad I found you Master. I want to help you learn everything, and then you'll be the bestest Master ever, just like you should!' she said into my chest, with a large smile on her face. I just stood there, looking down at her we held each other, wondering just what I'd done to deserve someone like her. Who was I kidding? I didn't deserve her! Shak knows why she chose me, and why it was all happening this way, I thought, but then I realised I was getting so tired I didn't really care anymore. 'So, Master,' she eventually spoke, and looked up at me, 'can I make love to you now? Or would you prefer me to fuck you instead? I can tell you still need it.' I don't think I'd ever felt as afraid as I did then, but it was nothing I felt like I could control -- it was just a direct reaction to what she'd said. III I just stood there staring at Juni in fear, realizing that I'd backed up to the wall as I felt it press against me, but Juni still held me, and I couldn't get away. 'Master?' she asked, with a more serious face on her now, wondering what was happening, 'why are you so afraid? Don't you like sex or something?' 'I don't know!' I replied again, echoing what I'd said before. We just stood there for a moment, staring at each other, until her face changed and she started to smile, as it was obvious she understood. 'Hmm, Master,' she said, softly, 'how many times have you actually had sex before? You know, proper sex, with something inside you?' 'Err,' I replied, again afraid of what she'd think, 'once? With my Mother, and a... her...' I don't know why but for some strange reason I felt ashamed to talk about it in normal explicit terms, even though I normally wouldn't, and shouldn't have been, right then. 'Aww, Master,' she said again, then stood up straight, and kissed me, which took me by surprise. She didn't stop for a while, though, which gave me a chance to get my thoughts back and actually start to enjoy the kiss. Neither or us used our tongues, and it was lip contact only, but it was still rather wet, and I have to admit the sensations I felt from her lips against mine, as we slowly rubbed them together, were actually really nice. She felt a bit different, and also tasted a bit different to Alnia, but at that moment in time, I wasn't really thinking about that -- I was just lost in Juni's world then, as I slowly began to realise that yes, I actually really did need what she was offering. Master Swordswoman Pt. 09 I felt her body pressing against mine as I leant into her, my bottom still touching the colder wall behind, and she slowly took her lips from mine, moving slowly across my cheek, lightly kissing it as she went. I started to tremble a bit as she got closer to my ear, though, and couldn't help but lean away as she whispered into it, afraid of the feeling it would give me were she to touch me there as Alnia had. 'I love you Master,' she whispered, then chuckled as she saw me lean away, 'aww, does it tickle, Master?' Tickle? It most certainly does! But love...? It felt like I finally had some time, a short pause in which I could actually think about that, that she loved me, or at least said she did. I still didn't really understand how anyone could fall in love with someone else that quickly and easily -- I definitely couldn't say I loved her at that point in time, at least not yet, anyway. I know she'd told me that she loved me probably lots of times by then already, but I never really thought too much about it, until that moment. How and why did she love me, of all people? Okay, I know that she seemed to enjoy what I do to her, but even that was something I had trouble understanding at that time. I knew that it had something to do with her considering me to be her Master, but right then, all that didn't feel right at all, and was probably the underlying reason for my uneasiness at the time. She felt that I was her Master, but I wasn't sure that I wanted to be anybody's Master at that point, let alone hers. I still didn't think I deserved to have that sort of power over her at all, and was afraid that I'd muck it all up again, as I seemed to do with Alnia. What had I done to deserve all this? It still felt like everything was running away from me, out of control, like I was sitting on a horse that was galloping wherever it wanted, and nothing I did mattered at all. It didn't feel right, but it also seemed that I couldn't do anything about it, so I just stood there and let Juni do whatever she wanted with me, especially since I knew it was going to be pretty enjoyable, either way. Yes, I needed what she was doing, but deep down, I knew it wasn't enough. Unfortunately, that was a voice I'd always kept hidden, and did so then without even thinking about it, or realising it, as Juni's kisses got lower, past my shoulder and down my chest, until she reached my right breast. She slowly kissed down, and then gave the nipple a quick flick with her tongue before kissing around it -- making me shudder with the new sensation. She then slowly kissed her way to my other breast making me giggle because it tickled, which made her smile too. (I wish I wasn't quite so ticklish!). Still, at least she didn't complain that I hardly had any breasts. She brought her hands lower behind my back as she sucked on my left nipple, making me sigh as it felt good. I guess I was finally starting to relax a bit, though I almost jumped when she brought her hands down to my bum and pinched me with her right hand. 'Hey!' I complained, but she just gave another little giggle too, as she continued to suck my nipple, and I have to admit I like it when she giggles. I also liked the feel of her mouth as she sucked and lightly bit my nipple too, and sighed as I slowly started to relax, just letting her make me happy, which she wanted -- and so did I -- or at least I thought and assumed I did..? (After all, who wouldn't?) I was definitely starting to feel more 'loving' than I had before with Juni -- though I'm not sure why, but it still felt a bit different than it had been with Alnia, even though I'd been trying to feel the same way. It still felt as though it was still running away from me, but then it also started to feel as though it had slowed down a lot, finally leaving me with room to breathe, and just, well, feel what it was that Juni was doing to me, rather than... Than what? I wasn't really sure just then, though it felt important -- and then I lost my thoughts completely as Juni finally stopped flicking my nipple with her tongue, and then slowly started kissing further down my body, tickling my belly-button on her way -- making me giggle yet again. I much preferred to hear her giggle, though -- I found it so wonderful and -- and -- (ah!) -- enticing. The further down she went, the more sensitive my skin seemed to get -- the better it felt and the greater the effect it seemed to have, as I felt myself warm up from all the blood rushing through me, and down to where she was heading, making me feel as wet and as horny and sexy as I'd ever felt before -- even with Alnia. I only partially realised I was now holding Juni's head against me, by the feel of her rough hair in my hands. For once it felt like it had slowed down too much, or rather, Juni had -- that she was taking too much time to actually just, well, fucking get on with it. I just wanted her to touch me -- to lick me, lick my cunt and clit and make me fucking scream if she could, like she obviously wanted to, to make me cum and orgasm or whatever you want to call it -- over and over again, and, (let's be honest), I needed it so fucking badly! It finally seemed that all the nervousness and, well, fear I suppose, had finally gone way and now I just wanted her to make me cum -- lots -- again and again if possible. Not that I'd ever cum like that before, it had to be said, but, well, you hear things about what's possible, (especially all the moans and groans!), and I just knew that Juni wasn't going to be satisfied with just a nice single little cum from me, even if that was all I'd really had happen to me before. To be perfectly honest, I was beginning to realise I probably needed more than that too. I looked down at her, and watched her, as she very slowly kissed her way down towards my pussy whilst looking up at me, but then she suddenly stopped. 'What are you fucking stopping for?' I asked, well, lets be honest, I probably screamed it at her, 'I need to fucking cum, now get on with it!' I just grabbed her head and forced her lower, down between my legs as I opened them wider. 'Go on slut, just fucking make me cum!' I'm sure she smiled at me when I did that, and thankfully -- started licking my pussy -- going straight for my clit -- YES -- thank-you! Oh my Lord -- it felt so good! A wave of pleasure just seemed to explode out from my clit as she licked and sucked on it with her tongue and mouth, as I just rammed her head as hard as I could between my legs, and threw my head back as I probably groaned so loud they heard me downstairs -- then cried in pain as I banged my head against the wall behind-- oops! But the pleasure -- like it was washing over me like water -- just welled up from my clit, throughout my body, and then my cunt too, as she started fingering me with her right hand -- oh yes! She wasn't mucking around -- (which was great!) -- and just fingered my pussy and licked my clit as hard and as fast as she could, which just how I wanted it! She knew I needed to cum and wasn't teasing me anymore -- just -- oh fuck! -- I knew I was going to cum -- knew that I was going to fucking scream my head off too, as I felt all the waves of wonderful, beautiful, fucking awesome pleasure just rolling through me, and felt all my juices streaming down my thighs, as they flew all over because of her hand thrusting inside my really sopping wet cunt... Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh make me fucking cum -- oh fuck I'm going to cum SO fucking much! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!! All I could think of was that I was going to cum so much all over her and probably, no, I wanted to scream my head-off for her -- wanted her to know just how fucking wonderful she was making me feel -- and I was probably starting to babble about cumming and feeling good and I didn't fucking care! Jut make...me...cum -- damn-it! And then -- I felt it, and it was like Juni sensed it too -- we both knew it was going to happen, and she sped up her finger in my cunt -- even added a couple more to go with it - and so she fucked me with her hand and licked my clit so much, together as one, almost timing it so that the waves from both just -- oh yes! -- made it feel even better. I stretched, standing on my toes, and arching my back, leaning on my head still against the wall, and it was so close -- almost -- I was groaning now -- I know it -- feeling my voice echo the pleasure within, as it gathered -- also within, building -- almost -- so fucking good -- must cum -- must do it -- now! Cum! There! I'm fucking CUMMING! I'm CUMMING SO FUCKING MUCH! OOOOOOHHHH -- AHHHH! Oh my fucking Lord!!!! So Good!! And my body shook for what felt like hours as I came for what seemed like forever, but, then, it all slowly started to go -- to fall away form me, but leaving me feeling, well, happy -- and I opened my eyes again, feeling my body slowly start to cool down, letting me know how much I was still panting -- out of breath -- how all wet and sweaty I was -- and oh my fucking Lord -- how good that felt! Why the fuck hadn't I been doing this more fucking often? 'Oh fuck!' I said, finally, letting out the last, final, tiny bit of energy that I had left -- and I slipped down to the floor on my bum, still bathed in sweat, as Juni stood before me, looking so happy. 'You like that Master?' she asked, (as if it wasn't totally fucking obvious!) 'Can I fuck you properly now?' My eyes went wide as I couldn't believe what she asked, 'again? More?' She grinned at me, her eyes twinkling in the reflection of the candlelight, 'of course, I want to make you cum all night long...' 'All night?' I couldn't even begin to think how that was going to be possible -- I'd only cum once so far, and, like she said, we hadn't even properly fucked yet! I have to admit that what she did to me then was probably as good as I'd felt after fucking her at the inn, though it still felt a bit different. I wasn't too bothered about why it was different just then, though. 'Yes,' she said, smiling, 'I want to make you as happy as you've made me.' 'Well, you've made a fucking good start!' I think it was fair to say that all I had on my mind at that minute was sex and fucking... IV 'Come here, Master,' Juni said, and reached out and down to me. I raised my right hand and she pulled me back up so I was standing in front of her. She gave me another hug leaning down and resting her head on my chest. She seemed to like that, and I'm sure she was purring like a cat as we just stood there and held each other. We could hear the noise from the main part of the inn, from outside and down below, including some music, though it wasn't very clear above the general noise of people shouting and groaning. You could definitely tell that they had decided to start fucking too. After what I'd just been through, though, I definitely couldn't blame them for having a good orgy! Although it was obvious that she wanted to have even more sex, and wanted to fuck me properly, it seemed she was more than willing to take her time, which I'm sure help me a bit to get my thoughts together after my head felt like it had been soaked in pleasure, (as-well as sore from hitting it against the wall), which was why I was having trouble thinking straight -- which was probably okay with both of us! I guess that part of me had always been a little confused and had some very mixed emotions about love and sex and fucking and all that kind of stuff. I mean, I knew it made people feel good, and, yes, I'd made myself cum a few times too, but, well, it never really felt like I was really missing anything before -- that it was something that I really needed. Hah! If only I'd known! Well, actually, that wasn't really fair. In fact, it was really unfair to pretty much everyone in the village, especially Alnia and Jemila! I mean, sure I'd had a good time with Alnia before I left, not that I'd done my job very well in making her happy, but... But that was the whole point wasn't it? I guess I finally began to understand... All this time I'd had so many people around me who wanted to fuck me, and have me fuck them, but I was never really interested. I was just happy being with Alnia -- or practising, or sleeping, or standing on the wall. I guess I'd failed to be a good girlfriend as much as I'd failed to be a good swordswoman after all that. Well, like I told Juni -- I'm useless - even at making other people happy, but then, I was beginning to realise I'd never really tried to do that before. I realised I'd never really thought about it like this before -- never realised what I had to do, or should have done, or been doing, for everyone else. My Lord, am I stupid or what?! But as I stood there and looked down at Juni, holding her shoulders with her head on my chest, I realised that at least I seemed to be good at making her happy, even if I was useless at making Alnia happy. I knew that at some point I'd have to return home and then try and do my best to fix all that, but I thought it might be a good idea to at least get some practice in with Juni first. Which was when I realised why Alnia probably wanted me to do this in the first place -- (I knew that money wasn't that much of a concern for either of us) -- she knew I should probably get some more practice in first, like I needed to, before trying to fuck her again! 'I love you Master,' Juni said, as she raised my head and kissed me, gently on the lips. It was almost as if she could tell when I'd finished thinking... 'Can I fuck you now Master?' she asked after she pulled away slightly after a moment or so, looking at me. I looked at her too. Okay, her hair might be a bit rough compared to Alnia's, but I admit she wasn't ugly even compared to her. Her face was longer, and her nose was smaller, but it was her green eyes that always got my attention, especially when she rolled them the way she does, (though you've probably guessed that by now). (She seemed to roll them to the right -- (her left) -- when she did so -- instead of just looking straight up as most people do, (including me). (I still find it amusing, even now, but anyway, back to the story...). As I stared at her, I knew that, yes, I did want her to fuck me, wanted more of what she'd just given me, and hoped I'd be able to give some back to her, as I should, although, given how easy it seemed to make her happy -- I doubted it'd be that hard to help make her cum too... 'Yes, go on then, fuck me, and do it properly, please?' I replied, though wasn't quite sure what made me ask that at the end. 'Yay!' she said, before kissing me again, throwing her arms round my neck, and dragging me over and down to the bed. I have to admit it probably wasn't the softest or best bed I've ever laid on top of, or even slept on for that matter, but I didn't really care -- it seemed comfortable enough for a good fuck and a sleep afterwards, that I now assumed was about to happen. Juni reached over for the cloth bag she fetched from the cart, and pulled out a wooden dildo, or two -- no, not quite. It was a leather belt, but with two wooden dildos hanging from it, in different directions. Thankfully, it was pretty obvious what that meant -- we could both get fucked at the same time! I'd never actually seen or even heard of a dildo (or two) like that before, but then, as I said, I'd never really been interested or even noticed much. (I always knew what dildos were, of course, and even watched a few people using them -- (including my mum) -- but was never really that interested, since I always needed to sleep too badly to care about anything else at the time! (A downside of having to stand watch at night, I suppose.)) 'So, Master,' Juni said, looking at me, 'Should I fuck you with this, or would you rather fuck me instead?' 'Well, since you're the one holding it, you might as-well wear it and fuck me with it, though it looks like we both get it with this one, don't we?' I replied, looking at it, realising that they were probably smaller than the one mum used on me before, though it probably didn't matter. I was already thinking about how it would feel inside me, making me all wet again, which had to be good! 'Yes,' she smiled, and took one of the dildos -- the one 'inside' I guess -- and slid it between her legs, 'would you like to put it in for me?' 'Oh, okay.' I sat up and reached out with both hands, grabbing the bottom of the dildo and some of the leather with my right hand, and also moved my left hand up her right leg towards her pussy, which I just stared at. Below her rough triangle of fairly long curly dark hair, I could see the lips on her mound, between her legs, wet with moisture, currently closed, hiding the entrance to her cunt or pussy, or, yes, even 'vagina' as Steylia would say, (but no-one else I've ever known uses that word, not even Alnia). Juni leaned back a little and opened her legs further, giving me enough room to push the dildo up to those lips, rubbing on them a little, making her groan. 'Mmmm,' she said, 'look how wet you make me, Master. Just being with you makes me so wet, all the time!' 'Really?' I asked, unsure if I believed her. 'Oh yes,' she replied, 'I love you so much.' I was about to ask her why, but realised that it wasn't the right time for that sort of argument, and decided just to get on with it instead. I lined the dildo up properly, and pushed it forwards slightly, just so the tip of it slid inside her. 'Mmm,' she groaned, 'go on Master, push it all in. Oooh.' She groaned again as I did, finding it easy to push it in as she was so wet, until the leather touched her. It was a bit more than a belt, with the leather strap with her dildo on it fitting round between her legs. I found that it had a loop on the end that the belt passed through, as Juni turned on her side, and then it buckled up together over her left hip. 'Mmm,' she said, 'this feels so good. I can't wait to fuck you with it and cum for you so much.' I have to admit she looked so happy, I wished everyone was that happy all the time! (Including me). She then rolled back, letting the other dildo, the one intended for me, to fall onto my hands. I touched it, running my fingers along it, feeling how smooth it was, and also how long it was compared to the dildo Mum used. It looked smaller, but didn't feel like it -- maybe it was just thinner. On the one hand I was nervous about having it inside me, but on the other hand I knew I needed it, even if Juni's fingers had helped a lot before. 'Hmm' I said looking at it. 'Aww,' Juni said, 'come on Master, let's fuck. Lie down and I'll make it nice for you, I promise.' I sat up a bit on the bed, and lay back a little, opening my legs in front of her, whilst still leaning up a bit so I could see what she did. I also found myself looking at her too -- looking at her, up and down, form the smile on her face to her large breasts (well, everybody's breasts are large compared to mine!), with her hard nipples and, last, but certainly not least, the large wooden dildo that she was now pushing toward me, lining it up to enter my own cunt. 'Aww, Master,' Juni said, looking at me, 'relax, it'll feel so good I promise.' She slid closer, poking me with it, making me groan, 'oooh.' 'Sorry,' she said. 'Oh no,' I replied quickly, feeling she'd taken it the wrong way, 'don't stop, please!' 'Okay.' She carefully slid the dildo up and down my lips, and rubbed it against my clit -- as though I needed any more teasing to get me nice and wet! I had to admit it felt good, even it was a bit frustrating... Master Swordswoman Pt. 09 I realised that she was waiting for me to give the order again. I sighed, rolling my eyes, wishing that I really didn't have to be her Master all the time. 'Go on then,' I told her, 'get on with it slut.' She smiled at that, 'yes Master,' then lifted my legs up and out, making my lips as open as they could be, as I felt the dildo brush against them. I watched and felt it as she slowly slid the tip of it inside, making me groan too, before she then pushed it all inside me in one go. 'Oh fuck!' I shouted, throwing my head back and my arms out too, closing my eyes also, in reaction to the shock of pleasure I felt thanks to the dildo Juni rammed inside me, 'ooh.' I could feel it all the way inside me, feeling the walls of my cunt pressing against it, touching it, making me feel, well, full. I'd never felt quite like this before, even with the dildo Mum used -- it definitely wasn't as big as this one. I wanted to squeeze my legs together to try and improve the friction -- to make it feel even better - but with Juni holding my legs up out wide, I couldn't do that -- grrr. It was up to her just how good it was going to feel, I realised. 'Mmm,' I murmured as I slowly got used to the nice feeling of it, as I did my best to squeeze my cunt around it -- to improve the friction and pleasure, but I wanted more! 'Go on then,' I told Juni, opening my eyes and looking up at her, 'fuck me.' Juni looked so happy, as she smiled down at me, before replying, 'yes, Master.' She then started sliding back and forth, and I felt the dildo first pull back almost out of me completely, before being pushed back in again, with another small wave of pleasure each time she rocked her hips as she knelt in front of me. It felt so fucking good every time to pushed it inside me, all the way in each time, I realised why Alnia liked it deep! But that dildo wasn't as long as this one -- we needed a better one, just like this! I opened my eyes again and looked up at Juni as she fucked me, not particularly fast, but definitely as deep as she could which was fucking wonderful! I know I was groaning every time she pushed it in -- I couldn't help it -- it felt so good! She was looking down at me, also groaning with each push, as she obviously pushed down on her own dildo at the same time. 'I love you so much, Master,' she said, as she continued to slowly fuck me, 'Ooh, I want to make you cum over and over again, Master. Ooh fuck, I'm going to cum so much too, Master, oh fuck, is that okay?' 'Yes!' I replied, as I lay there, letting her fuck me, 'cum!' Why she always feels the need to ask me these things I don't know -- well, I do, of course, but I wish she wouldn't. I don't want to be her Master. Why anyone feels the need for permission to cum like that I don't know, but she felt she needed it, and I didn't care -- just do it! I looked up at her as she came -- she let out a really long groan, and shuddered as she held her breasts with each hand, whilst still doing her best to fuck me at the same time. The face she made as her eyes almost popped out of her head looked pretty funny though. 'Oh fuck,' she exclaimed at the end, 'that felt so fucking good Master, I wish I could cum for you all the time!' She then leaned over me, obviously looking to kiss me. I leaned up a bit and turned my head to kiss her too. 'Mmm,' she groaned as we kissed, our tongues entwining with each other. 'I love you so much, Master,' she said again after we broke it off, and lay there looking at each other, as she still, though slower, continued to raise her hips and fuck me. She then lowered herself on top of me, and threw her arms around my neck, before lying still, with the dildo deep inside me. I put my arms round her too, and it felt good to hold each other, even if we were a bit sweaty by then. We had another kiss. I felt like I had to say something to her as-well, but I couldn't, wasn't ready, to tell her that I loved her at that time, as I wasn't sure of it myself. 'I like you too,' was the best I could think of, 'are you going to make me cum again?' I whispered into her ear. 'Oh yes,' she replied, and raised herself up again, 'I'm sorry Master, I guess I needed a break after I came, sorry.' 'Hey,' I said, reaching up to touch her, and felt her left breast with my right hand, and caressed her hair with my left, 'it's okay, I like it when you cum and it was your turn, okay? I guess it's my turn again, now, okay?' 'Oh, yes Master,' she replied, smiling, 'thank-you so much.' She seemed so happy at that moment, that I almost expected her to start crying, but instead she knelt back up and started fucking me in earnest -- great -- just what I wanted! 'Oh yes!' I cried, 'fuck me just like that!' 'Oh Master,' she cried, before starting to cry properly, 'cum on Master! Cum for me Master!' And just to make sure, she then reached down with her right hand and starting rubbing my clit with her thumb.' 'Oh fuck, yes!' I cried again, knowing that I was going to cum at any moment -- feeling it build up inside me, knowing that I was going to scream and shake and feel so fucking good! I was grabbing the bedding and the sheets with my hands, feeling the pleasure build up, making me groan, 'yes! Yes! Yes!' I was crying out -- desperate to orgasm and cum as good as I possibly could for Juni. 'Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! FUCK!' I screamed again, which, according to Juni, (and others), I do when I'm about to cum! If anything Juni then sped up, which pushed me over edge and made me cum just as hard -- if not even harder - than before, and I screamed! I never even got the chance to say I was cumming this time, though I doubt it was necessary! Another massive wave of pleasure then flowed through me, and the next thing I knew I was just lying there on my back, holding Juni in my arms, all sweaty and loving and feeling absolutely wonderful! This time is was my turn to cry, and I did as I threw my arms round her and held her tightly as she lay her head on my right shoulder and purred, just like a cat. My Lord, I felt so happy! And I said so too, whispering close to Juni's ear. 'Awww, Master,' she whispered in reply, 'now you know how happy you make me feel.' She then giggled, and whispered, 'I love you.' I left it at that, not knowing what to say in reply, and we lay there, together, for a short while, getting our breath back. Well, I thought, as I lay there, if this is how happy I make her feel, (somehow), then I don't suppose I should be too surprised that she loves me! But how? I still didn't understand how being her Master could make her feel this good. Sure, I like it when she cums -- especially if I'm the one making her cum -- but all the other stuff, about being her Master, just didn't make any sense to me right then, (not that I cared too much while we lay there together, mind you). 'You ready again, Master?' she whispered in my ear after a short while. This time it was probably my eyes that popped out! 'Again!?' I shouted, shocked. She giggled again, 'sure, why not?' She pulled herself back up onto her knees again, looking down at me. I just stared at her, not believing it. 'You really are a slut, aren't you?' I said, knowing what the reply would be. 'Of course I am, Master,' then she giggled again, 'but I'm your slut, remember?' Oh my Lord, just what have I let myself into? I asked myself as I threw my head back to the pillow and rolled my eyes. I couldn't help myself let out another groan, however, as I felt her touch my pussy again, rubbing around my clit softly, obviously just making sure I was still wet and hopefully (for her) could do it again! 'Awww, Master,' Juni said, still purring by the way she said it, 'it's not sore yet is it? You're still so wet I bet I can make you cum again!' Oh my Lord... 'Come on, (cum on?) Master,' she said, 'roll over, and I'll make you feel even better!' Even better? Roll over? Hmm. Given what Mum showed me before, it was obvious what Juni was up to. The only question was whether or not I was up for it! Oh well, if I was going to die, then this would probably be a lot better than the Orcs doing it instead! I rolled over with Juni's help, as she made sure I didn't kick her or anything, keeping them bent at the knee. I didn't have the energy to kneel on all fours, (like I did with Mum), so I just lay flat and left my legs open wide, with my head on my right cheek. Fuck me, I thought, how the fuck am I ever going to get through this? Fuck me... And then I started to giggle, and laugh -- after-all, that's the whole idea! I was probably already delirious with pleasure, and she wanted to give me even more! 'Aww, Master,' Juni said again, from behind me, 'you ready now?' 'Mmm,' I said, just lying there, letting everything just roll away from me, though still a bit tense for what I knew was about to happen -- (again). 'Okay.' I heard and felt her shuffle around on the bed, before her hand caressed my bum -- her left hand I think - though by this time, I wasn't really bothered about noticing such things. I definitely noticed when the dildo poked me in the area between my bum and my pussy, though. 'Oops,' I heard Juni say, 'sorry.' Like I cared... If she wanted to fuck me again, then she can just get on with it, or just let me go to sleep, which, given the position I was lying in, was a definite possibility. But then she re-positioned it and pushed the dildo back into my cunt. (Which, if you listen to her, is exactly where it belonged!) I groaned a bit, but didn't really have much energy left to start making that much noise. And then she pulled it almost all the way out, and angled it just so, before pushing it back inside. 'Aaaarrrrhhhh!' This time I definitely groaned -- really loud and long - as she kept the dildo inside me, pressed and rubbing against the special spot Mum showed me before. Then Juni did it again, slowly. Fuck! I groaned like last time, but didn't know if I could keep it up -- I really wasn't sure I could take much more of this -- yes it was so good, but...! She carried on like that a couple more times, that I remember, but after that, all I remember is waking up and finding her lying on top of me, her wet raggedly hair lying on my neck and shoulder. She was still purring. I groaned a bit, still feeling the pleasure, and, it has to be said, a bit of pain from my cunt, after what she'd done to me. (It shouldn't be too surprising that I felt a bit sore, right?) Juni obviously heard me, and knew I'd woken up, at least for now. Just what time it was I wasn't sure, and I really couldn't be bothered to try and turn over so I could see the time candle. I knew it was really late, (or early), however, just by the fact that there weren't any other noises coming from outside or downstairs. Thankfully Juni could tell I was awake, and whispered in my ear again -- (do I have to tell you what she said? Guess!). 'Can you get off me, please?' I asked, since I was feeling uncomfortable with her lying on my back like that. 'Oh, of course Master, I'm so sorry.' She slid off in front of me, rolling onto her side with her back to the wall, and we lay there for another short period of time, looking at each other. I have to say, as I looked at her then, with her bedraggled matted up hair, and the sweat still covering her body, that I definitely liked her more than I had before, though was still unsure about how much I liked her. She then slid a bit closer, put her arm round me and leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back as well as I could, but I really needed to sleep, and said so. She smiled again, and rolled over again, facing away from me, before sliding back and, letting me roll over a little too, nestled against me as I put my arm around her waist, and kissed her neck, after moving her hair out of the way. I let my left arm slide out behind me so it didn't get trapped by either of our bodies. (I hated it when that happened if and when I slept with Alnia). Juni giggled again, and grabbed my hand round her waist, moving it up to hold her left breast instead, before letting out a very contented sigh, and shifting slightly to lie down to sleep. I did the same, but was still surprised by the last thought I had before I slept. For some reason, it felt like that there was still something missing, but I was darned if I knew what! Master Swordswoman Pt. 10 Well, as I said before – I've been working on something for this part, but unfortunately, this part got a little too long for me to include it. Next part, promise! I've also been working on a map of Misiland, (in MS Paint). The map (and the link to what it is I've been working on ;) ) can be found on 'my' facebook page for Phillippa Tryndal. (Note: Tryndal is definitely not my real name – it's from the story ;) ). I've had to change a bit in the first part of my story in order for it to be consistent with the map, though, and have also added the facebook info to that post too, which I've now. One other thing I've realised while working everything out for this story, while typing out each part in turn, is just how long this story is obviously going to be – in some ways, the trip to Evendale and back that these parts are about are almost an extended introduction, and it's taking far longer to write than I expected – (I'm already at ~50k words, and as I said, it feels like I'm only just getting started – (which is probably why some of these parts are proving to be fairly hard to write, too, and also seem to be getting longer - so much so, that I've decided to split this part into two, as I said above)). A Morning Of Thought And Reflection Note: It has become noticeable, after re-reading some of the story I've written previously, that the style of my writing has been changing since I started. With the support and help of both the scribe and storyteller, I apparently started off writing quite formally, and fairly 'stiffly', but since then, as I've gotten more familiar with my task and the language itself, and my confidence has grown with it, my writing seems to have become more 'relaxed' and informal too. Unfortunately, however, my writing still seems to invite complaints from the storyteller, in that I'm never 'descriptive' enough. (Indeed, the command of 'more descriptive' has become so common, that at the way this is going, I can imagine it appearing on my grave-stone – ('Here lies Kathina Tryndal (etc.) – who died while in bed with her wife. 'More Descriptive!'') Well, it gives me a chuckle when I think about it, anyway). I feel I must therefore apologise to anyone who feels that I'm not being descriptive enough when they're reading my story, but I can only say that I'm trying, honestly, to do the best I can. As I said in the main introduction, however, trying to find the balance between writing as a matter of record and making it sexy and erotic is really hard. I feel like I get too caught up in the former, and then have trouble getting in the right mood for the latter. I'm hoping that since these parts are about Juni, rather than Alnia, however, it might get a little easier – (I hope!). Anyway, back to the story: I As you can probably imagine, by the time I woke up the next morning, there was already bright sunshine, (if a bit cloudy), outside, and it was obvious that everyone else would have left without us, (unless they happened to sleep-in too!). I found myself lying on my back, my head and body feeling quite stiff as I lay there, on top of a dark brown cloth sheet, but underneath another, thicker cloth blanket, that still felt a bit rough, and wasn't, (I thought), as nice as the cloth my Mum makes. (Well, I would think that, wouldn't I?). My left arm, (that had fallen asleep itself), was caught lying beneath Juni's warm neck, pressing against the wall behind her. She was lying on her side, facing me, smiling quite happily as she slept on top of it. Maybe that was why I thought she looked younger, almost child-like as she lay there, and stayed asleep as I managed to pull my arm out from under her. I then got up and stretched, still feeling a bit sore from the night before, and also feeling a bit cooler without the blanket and Juni next to me. I never once thought about putting any clothes on, though, of course. I like the feeling of being able to stretch and move without any cloth over me, either due to its weight or its restrictive nature, and, yes, I'll be honest, I like it when other women look at me, aswell. Well, okay, the men too, I admit, though that's about as far as that goes, okay? Happy now? Standing there afterwards, thinking about all of what happened the night before, however, still made me feel a bit confused, though of course I finally knew and understood exactly why Alnia had sent me along, and it wasn't for the money – (though it would probably help!) – she just wasn't going to tell me that before, now was she? Juni looked so peaceful and happy, as she just lay there in front of me, quietly breathing, with the blanket pushed further down her body, as I'd left it, with her hands held up next to her face, hiding her breasts from view. I felt quite sorry and sad, looking at her, that after what she given me the night before, I was still stood here thinking of Alnia, instead. It just didn't seem fair, that I could stand here and admire Juni for what she'd done for me, and yet still, deep down, wish I was with Alnia instead. I seem to be really good at confusing myself, don't I? As I was standing by the window, I decided to open it a little, again letting the cool air waft in and around me. I looked at the short part of the road leading back to Meatonfork, before it turned behind the mountain where it went further down the valley through the trees, to home, where I'd been only yesterday, which of course got me thinking about Alnia even more – about being with her – properly – not just as her girlfriend, but even as her wife. Maybe now I'd actually be able to do something worthy of her – to finally make her happy, as I'd completely failed to do before. Why I'd spent so many times with my mother before finally getting together with Alnia, I still didn't know. And even then it took my mother's arrangement to finally make it happen! What Alnia said before still echoed round my thoughts. I know Mum liked me to help make her cum, and it was only natural that she finally did the same for me, even if, as Alnia said, it should have all happened long before that, and been with her, instead! I sighed. Thinking about what had happened (or not) between us still made me sad, as I stood there thinking about all the things I could and should have done before to fix all that, but really didn't know and understand. My Lord, how fucking stupid and blind I'd been! But then, that was obviously why she'd sent me away with Juni in the first place... I didn't know what love was? Maybe she was right about that, after all. I sighed again. 'Good morning Master,' Juni said, and I looked round and saw her waking up, stretching out her arms and having a good yawn as she sat up, watching me, her hair all bunched up and unruly - another good reason for keeping it nice and short! Her breasts looked so beautiful as they jiggled when she sat up, so nice and round and soft and warm, and oh so wonderful! What I'd give for breasts like that! To feel Alnia's head lying on them, her hands squeezing and holding them. A baby suckling them... I almost felt like crying. Juni leaned her head to her left, as she looked at me, 'what's the matter, Master? Are you missing your girlfriend now? What's her name? Alnia? You want to go back to her and fuck her like that too, like I showed and did for you, Master?' Juni grinned at me, showing no malice or jealousy whatsoever – it was obvious her suggestion was honest and completely sincere. And very, very tempting... It really wasn't fair, was it, to either Juni or Alnia that I felt I had to choose between them right then? I really didn't feel like I deserved either of them right then, either, which just made me feel even worse. 'Of course I miss her,' I said, looking at her smile, almost feeling jealous of her being so happy, 'but...' I knew it wasn't fair to Juni to even think about leaving her, now, after what she'd done for me the night before. I knew I had to repay her, somehow, and that leaving for Alnia wasn't the right choice to make, regardless of how accepting she was of it. If anything, I felt like I owed everyone for what Juni had done, to show everyone how happy I could make them, as I should have done before now. No, it wasn't or hadn't been fair to anyone, and yet the choice I had to make, when I thought about it, was obvious... 'But what? You can have the money if you want it, Master? I don't need much just to get to Evendale from here,' she said, reaching for her belt, and missing the point completely. 'I can't,' I said, though it probably sounded like I was complaining, and her hand froze before she grabbed her belt. 'Why not? I know it'll make you happy.' She was starting to look a bit worried, as though I'd be hurt if I had to accept it. She lowered her hand back to the bed. I didn't like that at all – I wanted to make her happy, though I knew the choice I'd made would do so, once I'd explained it to her. 'Because I promised,' I said, throwing my arms up in the air, 'okay? I promised I'd escort you to Evendale, and I meant it. If I can't do something like that after I promise to, then what's the point in doing anything.' After all, if I'm going to be a swordswoman, or even just a member of the local militia, then I need to keep the promise that I can and will actually do the job in the first place! If I can't keep a simple promise like this one to begin with, then what's the point? 'Aww, Master...' 'Do you have to keep calling me that?' I was starting to get a bit fed up of it. I really felt that I hadn't done anywhere near enough to even begin to earn such a title from anyone, let alone from her. She looked so sad at that, that it looked like she was going to cry, in fact, she did cry a little, with her eyes moistening, 'I should call you that, Master, because you are...' Damn-it! I had a feeling that even if I went back home now, she'd still come and see me after visiting Evendale to talk to her mum. I didn't deserve that sort of attention, or even affection from her, I felt, at least not right then! If anything it was she who was my teacher, my instructor in sex and fucking, love and affection, and helping me to understand just how much I yet to truly learn about life in general. And if she can teach me even more than that, such as writing and reading, then... How could I possibly be her Master? It became obvious to me then, just how much I needed her, even if I couldn't possibly understand just how much she also needed me, because I didn't, couldn't fully understand why. It wasn't fair, and I knew it, but the choice had already been made. I sighed, and felt my stomach rumble – I was definitely in the mood for some breakfast, and said so. 'You don't want another fuck first, then Master?' Juni asked, grinning. I just stared at her, naked breasts or otherwise, wondering if she was joking or not, 'I'm still fucking sore after last night,' I complained, 'and I'm fucking starving, so there.' I stuck my tongue out at her, making me grin – I couldn't stay mad at her looking as happy as she did, but some things are more important than that - 'I'm getting some food!' It was true – I definitely did feel a bit sore - though, if I had to be honest, it wasn't that bad. My stomach rumbled though, letting me know that that certainly was. I think even Juni heard it too. 'Good idea, Master,' she said, grinning again, 'I'll tidy up here so you can go, then.' 'Good,' I said, being glad that there was another good reason for being with her – to let take care of simple things like that – (tidying up and fetching things and other menial tasks, that yes, I normally hated having to do - (does anyone enjoy them?)). So I wandered out of the room, after putting my sandals on, and walked downstairs to the main part of the inn, stopping at the toilet - (where did that word come from, I wondered?) - on the way. I have to say that there are definitely times when I just stop and think about the words I've just used or thought of - maybe that they're funny, or wonder where they came from, wondering how old they are, or if we'd invented them ourselves. I didn't really know much about language in general, at this time, of course, only what I'd learned and picked up along the way. (Don't ask how many revisions and mistakes I make when writing this – if it wasn't for the scribe, it'd be unreadable!) As I said to Juni, reading and writing had never been anything I'd been taught – (I was always too busy learning to fight, or just playing with the others – usually Alnia). I'd never really thought that I was missing anything, though, until then, with Juni, where it all came flooding in – realising just how much I'd been missing, how much emptiness my life really had, that should have been filled with love, and emotion and language and knowledge, and probably lots of other things too – not just sword-fighting. Even then, as I went to pee into a hole in the ground in a small little stone room, (that was lit by sunlight through small gap in the upper wall, that was also flanked with unlit candles for when it was dark, next to the other side of the inn, almost separate, but by the door next to the stairs), (see – descriptive!), I still wondered exactly what Juni could actually do to help me, and if I was worth helping and teaching in the first place... If anything, I was worried that it might be too late, that I wouldn't be able to learn anything properly any more, that I couldn't be helped, and should just leave everyone behind and go to the academy at Evendale. Maybe I should just go there now, and forget about everything and everyone else? But that wouldn't be fair, either! Maybe teacher was right, that I was worthy of being a teacher myself, and that Master Vatton could train me further to help others learn to fight the Orcs, too? I knew I'd have to fight the Orcs myself, at some point, and if anything, it was something I probably should have done by then, or very soon, given my age. I wasn't really afraid of that, though I knew, deep-down, that surviving wouldn't be easy, or even likely, if I was to join the army properly, rather than be a teacher, instead. I hadn't really been told much about the Orcs, only that they were similar to us, but with many more of them, even untrained, it was a hard struggle to keep them at bay. Our training and equipment were the main reasons we hadn't already been invaded, everyone, including teacher, told us, to help ensure that we paid attention during our lessons. As I washed my hands in the cold bowl of water nearby, after filling it and then emptying it into the hole, (we'd learned a long time ago why cleaning our hands afterwards was a good idea!), I realised I felt quite lonely and sad, again. I really did need Juni to help cheer me up, didn't I? II The innkeepers/women were busy cleaning up after everyone had left this morning, though they seemed to be about finished by the time I wandered in. 'Oh, hello there,' the older women said, looking up at me, though slowly, getting a good eyeful of my body, and smiling as she swept the floor in front of me and the door with her long-handled wooden broom. She had dark brown hair that was slowly turning grey, and wore a grey robe, that was wrapped tightly around her body, probably just while she was cleaning. 'I'm not too surprised you missed them leaving this morning, given how much noise you were making late last night. It was you screaming, wasn't it?' To say I went bright red as I blushed would probably an understatement, which she noticed of course, 'errr...' It did help me feel a little better, and I couldn't stop smiling. 'Oh, don't be so embarrassed! I mean, look at you, if you turned any redder than that, the birds would eat you, thinking you were a juicy red berry. No, there's nothing to be embarrassed about being fucked like that, trust me. We were all so jealous of you last night – you made us all cum lots too! I bet you're pretty hungry now, though, aren't you? Need to get all your energy back, no doubt, yes?' She stopped sweeping and dragged me over to a table in front of the bar, then stepped round the bar and into the kitchen behind. 'What would you like to eat?' she asked, sticking her head out so I could see, 'we've got some fruit left – you should eat that up, so go on then.' She brought an apple and a pear out and put them on the table in front of me. 'We've also got some oats for porridge if you want some, and some honey to go in it too, if you prefer?' 'Hmm,' I said, 'that sounds like a good idea.' She sounded pretty cheerful, and it definitely helped my mood somewhat. I picked up the pear and stated eating, getting pretty gooey from the juices – it was definitely ripe, though not too surprising this late in the season. I was trying to lick my hands clean, when the woman brought me a cloth instead, before returning to the kitchen. I noticed that the two other women – her daughters I assumed – (though for some reason I thought of them as 'girls' at the time), including the one I'd argued with yesterday, kept busy cleaning, wearing similar robes, but were keeping an eye on me, too. I was already feeling disappointed that everyone had covered themselves up so much – I like looking at naked women, even if they're as old as the innkeeper was here, though I couldn't imagine she was any older than Jemila, and I thought she looked pretty good for her age! I guess being around naked women makes me happy, and there's nothing wrong with that, now, is there? 'You can have a bit of milk if you want it?' the woman asked again from the kitchen as she cooked my porridge, 'you can have it to drink, or I can just throw it in the porridge if you want?' Well, it was obvious that at least someone was trying to be friendly after all that happened yesterday, which was good, and helped me feel better too, at least initially. Unfortunately, thinking about that then led me to remember both what happened with Lori, and also with those two youths we had trouble with too. Hmm. I guess Lori left with the others, so I couldn't apologise to her now, which was a pity – I really should have apologised to her before, shouldn't I? 'Whatever you want to do with it,' I replied, not being too bothered about drinking it, since I had my hands full with the apple at that time, and assumed that she'd just throw it in the porridge since she was there, which she did. I'd just about finished the apple by the time she brought the porridge out in a large brown bowl for me, and it definitely looked nice and hot too. If anything it was far too much for just me, and I said so. 'Oh, don't you be worrying about that, now,' she said, 'I'm sure your lady-friend can help you eat it too. Ah, here she is.' She then glanced up, and so I turned around to see Juni walk in, holding my belt and sword as she did so, along with her bag, and wearing her robe and belt. I grinned at her, knowing what the bag contained. Juni seemed to have a knack of making me smile, it seemed, which I realised was also a good thing, though it would have been so much better if she hadn't worn her robe. The woman then took the remains of the pear and apple off me and, after opening a shutter fully, next to the door, threw them out the window pretty hard – they probably made it across and down to the river. I found myself hoping they'd wash up somewhere and make another nice apple or pear tree – or maybe even both... 'You wouldn't want to forget this, now, would you Master?' Juni said as she came over, laying my belt and sword on the end of the table, next to me, on my left, as she walked round behind me and sat to my right. Master Swordswoman Pt. 10 Damn-it, did she really have to call me that in front of everyone else? I tried to shrink down into the bench somewhat, though it wasn't going to work of course. No hiding round here for anyone, least of all me. I could hear the other two women (girls?) talking in the corner, and was sure they were talking about us, well me. (Yes, I know, but with ears like mine you expect me to hear things, right?) I looked back round at them, and saw one of them, the one I didn't argue with, leave the room. I turned back, and with Juni's help, finished the bowl of porridge. I have to admit it was nice, especially with the honey. I was glad I wasn't the one having to pay for it all! I decided to finish stretching and waking up now that I'd had breakfast. 'So, Master,' Juni said, (I was definitely realising that there was nothing I could do about her calling me that, so I knew I had to just live with it), 'what are you planning on doing today? Remember what I said about helping you? I meant it, and have some stuff I can use too. To be honest, I should really do my journal too.' 'Journal? What's that?' I asked. Yes, I honestly didn't know – I did say I was thick, and I meant it! 'It's like a diary,' she replied. 'What's a diary?' 'It's a book for keeping a record of things that have happened, and for things, like appointments, that are meant to happen, in order to remind you. Okay?' She could see I was still a bit puzzled. She started again, but slower, 'Since I'm a Carneven, (though maybe not for much longer if Mum annoys too many people), I have to keep a record of all the important things that happen to me, so they can go on record in the library. That way, people will be able to know what happened and why, if they want to, later on in the future, okay?' 'Okay,' I replied, thinking I understood. 'I think meeting you, Master, is definitely a very important thing for me, so I'm going to put it in my journal, see?' 'Oh. Okay.' I wasn't quite sure what to make of that, 'so you're saying that people will know about me later on then, too?' 'Yes, and they'll know that you're my Master, too!' She grinned, ''cause I'm going to tell them!' As you can imagine, I now had my head in my hands, 'oh my Lord...' 'So, Master,' Juni continued, 'is there anything else you want to do today, while we're stuck here?' 'Well...' I said, lifting my head back up, thinking, trying to take my mind of what Juni was going to do, 'I should probably practise...' 'Oh, you mean your sword-fighting, right?' 'Yes.' 'Okay.' I could tell she was thinking, 'it would probably be best if you did that first then, Master, since we could both do with a bath anyway, and it's not really worth having a bath then practising is it? 'Hmm, good idea.' Yes, I thought a good practise would definitely help. I definitely needed a good stretch and exercise. I guess I was already noticing not practising the day before, even if I still got a small amount of 'exercise'. III I stood up and put my belt on, liking the familiar feel of the weight on my hips – about the only item of clothing I didn't mind wearing. I then started stretching some more, as I slowly wandered though the two doors outside. I looked around me when I did, at the rest of the inn, jutting out to the left, the way the ground disappeared a short distance away as it dropped down to the river, and the large dark grey mountains opposite, in front of me, spotted with the odd green plant or tree here and there, before they reached up into the sky and turned white – their tops covered with some snow, though not as much as the larger, taller mountains to the south, or the other large mountains in the distance to the north. Just off to the right, round the corner, were of course a lot of trees on the edge of the mountains, but I couldn't see them from here. It was a bit grey up above, too, with the clouds slowly moving to my left as-well – (towards the east). If it was a bit colder, a bit later in the year, it would probably be snowing, I knew, with the wind blowing the other way. It probably wasn't going to be much longer before the wind did change, with the start of the wet season, and then the rain would really start to fall, sometimes for days, or rather snow, up here in the mountains, of course. It could still rain a bit later that day, I thought, as I looked up at the clouds, though I wasn't too concerned about getting wet – one advantage of being naked, of course, except for the cold, which it wasn't, really, just yet. It was a little cooler further away from the inn, as I caught the breeze blowing round the mountain, upstream, but nothing I couldn't manage. I looked back at the floor, and noticed it was very uneven, with chips of rock covering the ground. It didn't look that great for footwork, especially in my sandals. I decided to go and get the boots with my armour and put them on instead. On the way to the stable/cave, I decided to go and have a look down from the edge of the path at the river, just to see how far it was, and wonder what happened to the rest of the apple and pear the woman threw over. The river actually turned out not to be as far as I thought, and as I got closer to the edge, the noise got louder, until it was pretty loud as I looked down at the rushing water through the rocky river below. The side wasn't as steep as I expected it to be, but you definitely didn't want to fall in – it would definitely hurt if you did, and who knew how hard it would be to climb up, if it was just loose rocks underfoot, as it looked like? I couldn't see the apple or the pear, so assumed they must have fallen in and washed away, further downstream towards Meatonfork. I quickly backed away from the edge, realising that I definitely didn't want to fall in and have all that to happen to me, too, then walked over to the stable/cave to find my boots. It seemed strange to actually be there in the daytime for once, and being able to actually see where I was going, (and what I was almost stepping in, too!). Our horsey was busy eating, but I gave him a stroke and tickle between his ears anyway. I hoped he was going to be okay just staying in there all day? I thought it might be best if we gave him a walk around outside for a bit later? I walked over to our cart on the right, (which was the only other object in the stable, meaning we were the only people left (apart from the inn-keeper and her family), which really wasn't surprising), and had a look in the back to find my armour. It was underneath the bag with the woollen suit in it, though I definitely didn't need that just yet so I put it back. I dug down and found the boots underneath the rest of the armour. I wasn't really sure I'd actually need the armour anymore, though that would depend on just how cold it was going to get higher up in the mountains, assuming we would end up going all that high – it certainly wasn't needed yet, but was glad I'd brought the boots anyway. I also noticed a bale of Mum's cloth in the back too – the light red, almost pink, coloured one, that she had problems dyeing, and no-one wanted to buy at Millton market. I wondered if Juni bought it from her, or if she just gave it to her to get rid of it? I thought I'd ask her later, after I practised, to make sure. (I hoped she got a fair price for it, of course!) I quickly put the boots on, and, holding my sandals, (since they were all mucky, I didn't want to put them in the cart), walked outside again. It felt strange only wearing the boots and not the rest of the armour, but they definitely felt better walking on the path like it was. I was still worried about slipping over, though, given the loose stones underneath. I even thought about putting the gloves on too, just in case I should fall over, but decided against it. I guessed I'd find out just how good my footwork was, now, wouldn't I? I left my sandals by the door of the inn, and walked to the middle of the space in front. As I started doing a bit more stretching, I heard the shutters open behind me, and knew that Juni and the others were watching me. I then pulled my sword out and started running through all the basic moves and sequences for Mathan, which of course was the only art I knew. Thankfully, I managed to clear a small area of all the small pebbles, which made it easier. I realised that my hands were still sticky from the pear I ate, but couldn't be bothered to go and wash them – I'd clean them when we bathed, later. It felt a bit strange while I was holding the sword because of that, but I knew I could deal with it. I heard a noise from behind me, from the inn, as I'd almost finished all that, and stopped, turning to look. Juni and the others were watching me through the windows, having opened the shutters, and Juni (at least), was definitely enjoying herself. She was obviously fingering herself whilst she sat on a table, sideways on to the window, while she watched me practise. She was smiling at me, and staring at me wide-eyed, as she either rubbed or fingered herself. I smiled back at her. I realised that I really liked that fact that she was enjoying herself whilst watching me. I might not have loved her, (or simply realised that at the time), but I did like it when she was happy! 'You cumming yet?' I asked, loudly, making sure she could hear. 'I already did, Master!' she replied, letting me know for certain what it was I heard before, 'I can cum for you again, if you like?' Again? Wow. But then she probably didn't cum quite as much as I did last night, and she was probably more used to it than I was, so she probably wasn't sore like me, though it was starting to feel better. Still, she definitely liked to cum a lot, didn't she? Though thinking about how good it all felt last night, how could I blame her? (Or anyone else for that matter?) I guess if I was more used to fucking like that, (which I probably, (hopefully!), would be soon, I thought), then I'd probably want it just as much! Who was I kidding? I did want it just as much, it feels so good, especially with Juni, it's just that other things got in the way – like being sore and hungry, and needing a good stretch and practice. I realised that just standing there thinking about it, and watching Juni make herself cum again, was making me wet and horny all over again too. I still wouldn't have thought that merely watching me practice while naked would be enough to make anybody cum, but then, I guess we are talking about Juni... Although I didn't know that much about her background, yet, I definitely had a feeling that she had a need to let something out - to make herself feel better. I thought that I was just the one she chose to make it happen, and that I happened to be in the right place at the right time. I also thought that that would mean after I left her in Evendale for a bit, that she'd then find someone else to make her happy, and forget about me. (Yes, I know - how wrong can a person be?) Since I hadn't finished practising yet, though, I knew I'd have to test myself, to see how well I could when I was feeling like that. Hmm, I wondered how well I'd be able to practise while I listened to Juni as she touched herself and came at the same time? I wondered what teacher would think if he was here too? I smiled at that thought, given what he used to tell all the boys and other men about practising with me when I made them feel horny, (and teacher too, sometimes). It is generally really obvious when a man is feeling horny, isn't it? All those hard, stiff cocks sticking out – normally straight at me! A good thing they just used the wooden training swords then, too, since we wouldn't want them to make any very painful mistakes with a real one, would we! I know that it is a pity for them I'm not interested, I guess, but still, I can finally say I actually, truly, understood how they all felt, now! Hmm, maybe I had been a bit too hard on them before, though teacher seemed to like using it as part of the lesson too, so... At least they all got to have a good cum after the lesson had finished – just not how they'd prefer – (I wasn't going to let them fuck me, now, was I?) Thinking about teacher telling them off if they tried to touch themselves while practising made me smile too. I guess it was time to test myself the same way – to see how well I could practise while being so horny and wet, too – to see if I could make teacher happy for once, even if he wasn't here to watch. 'Go on then,' I told Juni, 'see how much you can cum for me, while I practise.' I then started to go through all of the more advanced things teacher had been showing me, the basic combinations of attacks and blocks which I already knew, that formed the link between Mathan, the basic art I knew, and Gorthan, the next art they teach at the academies in Evendale and Millton, (and actually elsewhere, but I didn't know that at the time), which I expected to learn at some point – whilst Juni seemed determined to make as much noise for as long as she could, just to tease me of course, like I told her to. It has to be said that I did do a bit to show off – to make sure I faced her, or showed her my bum – so she could have a good look at me while I practised, just like I sometimes did for the 'boys' too, though I didn't know if it would have quite the same effect, of course. I really, really, tried to finish, whilst she got louder and louder. In fact, I'm sure she must have cum a few times, from what I could tell – yes, okay, sometimes I do feel a bit jealous of her because of that, and I wish I could cum so much too, especially without feeling quite so sore! Listening to her moan and groan, and scream how much she loved me, and how much she was cumming for me, and screaming Master over and over, just got far too much for me. I couldn't finish my practice at all, and, well, I almost felt angry, but not quite. I was absolutely dying to fuck her, to just grab her and fuck her really hard until we both came so much. It wasn't really anger I felt, but seemed similar – more determined, I guess – determined to make us both scream our heads off with pleasure while I fucked her! It was almost like what happened the first time, but I wasn't as angry, now. I knew she was going to get it just as hard, though maybe without the hitting and the pulled hair...? IV I walked towards the inn, putting my sword away, whilst looking at her rubbing herself with her right hand, while feeling her breasts with her left, as she still sat on the table next to the window. I wanted to do that too! I took off my belt as I got through the doors and threw it on another table as I walked in. I then turned and stared at her, as she sat there, now facing me, with a very slight sheen of sweat covering her arms and breasts, even in this cool air, with her legs open wide and her cum covering both her legs and the table itself, too, dripping down from her juicy, sopping wet cunt and her hand and fingers she was using to fuck herself with. You could hear the wet, juicy noises she was making as she did so. Talk about being fucking sexy – it was so good, it almost made me cry! (Yes, I know – I still didn't think I loved her, yet, though). Her breasts were heaving as she panted and moaned, with her really stiff nipples jutting out away from her, as she rubbed them over and around with her other hand, and she then changed to rubbing her clit, instead, doing her best to cum for me again. She was looking at me through half-open eyes, whilst her head leaned over with her mouth hung open, but obviously also smiling somewhat with a lot of happiness. I knew I had to have her – to take her – just as I had before, except this time I was going to get fucked too, with that nice dildo she has! She then started to moan and groan a lot louder as she started to cum, telling me over and over she was going to cum as she did so. 'Oh fuck, Oh Master, I'm cumming Master – I'm going to cum again! I'm going to cum for Master! I'm cumming for Master, Oh Master, watch me cum for you, I'm CUMMING!' Then she finally threw her shoulders back and half-leaning back on the table, using her left hand to keep her up, she lifted her hips up as she screamed and came for me, as she shook and groaned at the same time, making me so fucking wet, I almost felt I could cum just by watching her! I knew I just had to have her, had to fuck her so hard until we both screamed our heads off – maybe even more than once! I knew I needed to find the dildo, which I expected to still be in the little bag, and glanced around for it, but couldn't see it, even on the table where we'd eaten breakfast. 'Where's the dildo, slut?' I asked her. For some reason I loved calling her names, like slut, as I did just then, when feeling as I did – i.e. so fucking horny and wet - and, if anything, I wanted to do it some more, to scream and shout and swear at her – using such language then just seemed to make me feel even more horny and wet, and so fucking sexy! I could definitely tell, (it was pretty obvious), that she loved it too! I still, in the back of my mind, wondered exactly how and why anyone could feel that way – to enjoy being sworn at and insulted so much, but I definitely wasn't in the mood to complain about it much right then! She quickly raised herself back up, and with a big sigh, jumped off the table and, after steadying herself, and making sure she could still walk, she almost waddled round to the other table in front of the bar, that we'd sat at before, and got the bag from the floor on the other side of it, where I couldn't see. Then she came back and gave it to me. She then went and lay on her back on the nearest table to my right, facing me again, her legs open wide, still panting, but without saying a word. She definitely knew what was coming next! (Hopefully both of us! (Coming/cumming – get it?)) I pulled the dildo out and threw the bag onto the table in front of me. I then took the 'inside' dildo, and reached down, placing it at the opening to my cunt. I was so fucking wet, I knew that all I had to do was touch my clit and I'd cum. I was pretty sure I was going to cum when I put the dildo in too, though I didn't really want to – I wanted to cum with Juni instead! I realised, though, that given how I was feeling right then, that I was going to cum regardless, so I might as-well do it properly. Whilst holding the dildo in the right place with my right hand, and being ready to put it in, really hard – all the way (I hoped) – I steadied and braced myself with my left on the table next to my sword. I could feel the eyes of everyone upon me, and looked around at the others - they were busy rubbing themselves too, as they watched, though not making anywhere near as much noise as Juni. They all seemed to pant more than groan, though the older woman seemed to be getting pretty close and was groaning a bit more every second or so. (Not that I knew exactly how long a second was, you understand, only that it was shorter than a minute, which was much, much shorter than an hour, which we knew from the candles and sun-clock). 'Does everybody always have as much sex as this?' I suddenly wondered, 'am I the only woman who doesn't fuck lots of times a day?' 'Aww, Master,' Juni replied, 'we all like fucking, but that doesn't mean we have to do it all the time. Not even every day. It is nice, though, isn't it, Master?' I had to admit that the thought of Juni saying she didn't need it all the time, not even every day – (yeah, right!) - after what I'd seen of her already, was very amusing, and almost made me laugh. 'Too... Fucking... Nice... If you ask... Ooh... Me,' said the woman, as she decided to stand up and lean against a table, quickly fingering herself, 'and, fuck, yes... If I fucking could... I'd having a fucking... Orgy in fucking here... All the fucking time – Lord I absolutely love it! Oh fuck, I'm cumming! OH FUCK YES!' Master Swordswoman Pt. 10 She suddenly threw her head back and let out a really long groan as she shook, bracing herself with her left hand, as her legs quivered – almost banging together. You could see a long stream of cum, her juices, like white cream, rolling down her left leg, until she finally bent over, slumped against the table, looking like she was blushing and had turned bright red too. 'Oh my Lord,' she said, grinning and smiling so widely, panting still, 'I love cumming so much. Oh fuck that's so fucking good. Anyone else want a go? Let's do that again!' She looked so happy, with her short hair at the front of her head a bit sweaty above her brow. I could tell she'd been touching herself for a while to make herself cum like that. I guess Juni had probably made them all feel horny too, and at least they didn't have to practise, so they could just sit there and make themselves cum all day if they want, well, assuming they don't have anything else to do until the traders arrive... 'Go on then,' she said, looking at me, 'your turn!' She then turned round to look at the other two young women, probably about my age, really, I thought, though for some reason part of me still wanted to call them 'girls'. I assumed them to be her children. 'Would you like a hand?' she asked them. 'Go on then, mum,' the other one asked, confirming my thoughts – (not the one I'd argued with) – also with short brown hair, but a bit lighter, similar to mine, though not quite as short, and a small, more angular face, and long spindly arms and legs, 'make me cum too!' She was lying on a table beyond the one Juni had been sitting on, in front of the gap at the end of the bar, before the kitchen, and shifted forward a bit, closer to the edge, to make it easier for her mum to touch her. (I wondered why they call it a bar?) Her mum went over to her and stood next to the bench, leaning over her daughter. She turned round to look at me again, 'well, go on then.' 'Hmm, okay.' I said, knowing that I was definitely about to cum, myself – I was so fucking horny and wet, it was ridiculous. I was almost crying, it felt so good, and although I wished I could make it last longer and get even better so I could cum with Juni instead, I knew it just wasn't going to happen. So, again, making sure the tip of the dildo was placed just right – (I'd rested my arm a bit whilst watching the woman cum) – then bracing myself again, I decided to just go for it – to make myself really cum – and pushed it as hard as I could inside myself. 'OOH!' I groaned, and almost jumped – lifting up on tip-toes – also closing my eyes, as I pushed the dildo up inside me. It was almost as if I'd forgotten how good it felt! So big! So full! So fucking wonderful! And then I came as I felt the leather of the 'belt' hit my clit when it was all the way inside, and it was now my turn to groan and scream and shout 'Ohhhhhhhh-FUCK!' as loudly as I could, as my body and legs shook, and my juices went all over the dildo and 'belt' and dripped off the side. And it was my turn to lean and bend over the table afterwards to get my breath back, and try and stop my legs from giving out form under me. 'Oh wow,' I said, panting too, as I opened my eyes and looked over at the woman, as she and her daughter nearby were also watching me, 'Oh my Lord! I love cumming too! Oh Yes!' And then I was grinning like a cat, 'your turn!' I shouted, well, said as loudly as I could whilst getting my breath back, at her daughter as her mum turned back towards her. I turned, and sat down on the bench in front of me, as I realised that the orgasm, in addition to my practice, had taken a bit more out of me than I expected. Unfortunately, this also had the effect of making me feel a little less determined about fucking Juni than I had before, too. Still, with the nice dildo still inside, making me feel nice and tingly and keeping me all wet, I definitely felt like I wanted more sex, even if it now felt a little less urgent than it had before – I guess I didn't really want to 'fuck' her as much as... Make love to her? I'd never really used that term before, or even really thought about it much, though the thought of it took me back to the first time with Alnia. That made me feel a little sad, though, unfortunately, which didn't really help either. The problem was that I didn't really feel like I 'loved' Juni right then, and it felt wrong to have all this happen to me with her, instead of with Alnia, who I did love, didn't I? I realised I still wasn't really sure, even if I thought I did. I looked over at her, as she lay on her back on the table, now to my left, looking at me, also to her left, with her legs spread wide open, as she slowly rubbed herself between them, not that I could see much from that angle. 'Are you going to fuck me now, Master?' she asked, 'I think it's time you did, yes?' I just sat there and stared at her, looking at her face, and her nice twinkling eyes as she stared back at me, grinning, and feeling the dildo pressed tighter inside me by the bench I was sitting on, liking the feeling it gave me, as I... I cried...? I have absolutely no idea at all, whatsoever, about what came over me then, why I suddenly felt the way I did – I was supposed to be happy, even as I thought of Alnia again, and yet I knew the tears weren't really tears of joy, even as I knew they weren't tears of sadness either. It felt strange, just sitting there crying my eyes out without knowing or understanding why? 'Oh, Master,' Juni cried, as she suddenly sat up and slid off the table in front of me, before stepping forward and throwing her arms round me, giving me a big hug as she held her head next to mine. 'I love you, Master,' she said, softly, 'I really do.' She then slid to one side, stepping over the bench, before sliding her leg around the other side so she straddled me, sitting on my lap. I could feel her wetness, her juices, from her wet and juicy pussy that was now covering her legs, on mine, as the dildo I was wearing got pressed between us. Unfortunately, what she told me, that she loved me, seemed to make me want to cry even more, so I did. She slid her arms and hands back up to hold my face, as she looked down to me, still smiling at me. 'It's too much for you, isn't it, Master?' she said, almost whispering to me. I really didn't know what to say, or even think. Too much? What was? Everything inside my head just felt all jumbled up again, and I hadn't a clue what to do, except just sit there and let myself cry until I'd obviously had enough. Juni went back to holding me again, resting her head on my left shoulder, gently whispering in my ear, still telling me about how much she loved me, but also telling me to go on and have a good cry, and let it all out. Which I definitely did! I wrapped my arms round her back and held her as tightly as I could as we slowly rocked back and forth, as I cried until her shoulder was covered in my tears. Next time she pulled back to look at me, I realised she was crying too. I ran my hands over her back, as she kept hers wrapped round my neck. 'Aww,' I said, 'what are you crying for? That's silly.' 'I love you,' she said, softly, again. I think I was finally starting to realise how much she meant it, by then, though it made me feel sad that I didn't feel the same way, (or so I thought). We held each other again for a while, silently, our heads lying on each others shoulders, again, still slowly rocking to and fro. Eventually she turned towards me and spoke into my ear, again. 'We can always just go and have a bath, now, if you'd prefer, Master?' she asked, still speaking softly. I realised I really liked it when she spoke softly like that, almost whispering, without any of the harshness I felt her voice normally had. I slowly began to realise how much I truly liked her, even if it was only if she behaved or spoke a certain way, I thought. 'Hmm' I said, realising that I didn't really feel like either making love or even just fucking her, anymore, after all of that feeling seemed to have floated away from me, as we sat there holding each other, 'okay.' Juni then managed to lift herself up and off of me, by using the table at my back, before I stood up too, and we stood there, facing each other, and she took my hands in hers and held them, looking into my eyes. We stayed like that, looking at each other for a short while, and I realised I missed having her arms round me, and that I really liked it when we hugged each other like that. It has to be said that I'd never really been all that 'huggy' before, and though I quite liked holding Alnia from time to time, it was never often enough, (for anyone else but me), of course. Now I was with Juni, however, it felt like all I wanted to do now was hold her and hug her to pieces, and I wasn't sure why? I'd really never felt that way with anyone before, even Alnia. It just felt right merely being with Alnia before, to me, even just holding hands, like I was then with Juni, and I never really felt like I was missing anything not having to hold her or kiss her all the time, let alone actually fucking her. But now, with Juni, it all seemed to change. Sure, the fucking she gave me last night was absolutely wonderful, and, let's be perfectly honest, was something I'd needed for years, probably, but I couldn't believe or understand just how much it had affected me just then. Again, my whole head just seemed all jumbled up and confused again, maybe even more than before, and I hadn't any idea of what to do about it. Sure, I'd had a good practice, and nice cum and a good cry in turn, but it still felt like I was missing something, and I hadn't any idea as to what it was. As I stood there and looked at Juni, as she looked back at me, still smiling, I still wasn't quite sure what to do with her, just how to treat her like we both wanted to, if it was even possible. But maybe having a good bath would help me relax, and help me think about all this, I wondered? I realised that right then, I just wanted to relax, to be nice and gentle, soft and 'huggy'. Bathing with her definitely sounded like a good idea, though, I thought – where we could caress and hold each other and feel nice and wonderful, and clean! 'Let's go and bathe, then,' I said to her. 'Aren't you going to kiss her then?' a voice said, coming from behind me, from the innkeeper. Juni grinned at me, and lifted her head up, pouting her lips. I stepped forward, and after throwing my arms round her, pressed my lips against hers to kiss her. Her lips were warm and moist, and she immediately opened them, waiting for my tongue to slide inside. I had kept my eyes open, saw that she'd closed hers, and as soon as our lips met, she almost seemed to go limp in my arms, letting me hold her as I then pushed my tongue inside her mouth, rubbing the tip of it against hers. Our warm wetness in our mouths joined together, as I slid my tongue around her mouth and she purred at me as I did so. I then slid my hands down her back, underneath her long, rough, hair, as I leaned back slightly to make her lean into me, before grabbing her buttocks in each hand, squeezing them tightly, making her groan into my mouth. I kissed her for a short while, as she moved her tongue against mine, but without making any moves to push it into my mouth and return the kiss at all. I felt some more warm wetness on my cheek, as I slowly pulled back from her, taking my tongue out of her mouth, feeling the cool air affect our warm saliva that covered it, and saw that she was crying. 'Aww,' I said, as I lifted my right hand to brush always some of the tears on her left cheek, before lightly brushing along her cheek to cup her neck, as she looked at me, but still cried, 'what are you crying for?' 'I love you so much, Master,' she said, softly, as she cried some more, 'can I be your slave, Master, for ever and ever?' 'Shhh,' I said, softly, bringing my hand back round, and pressing my finger against her lips, not wanting to react badly and loudly, and spoil the moment, 'don't say things like that, it's not right.' 'Aww,' she replied, thankfully also keeping her voice down, and speaking softly, just how I preferred, 'can I at least be your slut, then, Master?' Damn-it! That wasn't right, either! 'But I don't want to be your Master,' I complained, 'can we just be lovers, or something, instead?' 'Aww,' she said, again, 'I suppose so, for now, Master.' She made a sad face and pouted at me. 'Can I at least bathe you, then, Master?' 'Okay,' I said, still holding her, liking the feel of her warm body against mine, before she stepped backward and took my hands before I let them fall to my side. 'I threw some hot stones in there, so it should be nice and warm now,' the woman I'd argued with said, also from behind me, 'in fact, I think I'd like a nice bath too, Mum?' Her mother agreed, as did her other daughter, and so Juni took my hand and led me through the door, out past the door outside to the toilet and into a small cave behind the inn itself, though with a gap in the wall which let some cool air inside as it blew into and then behind the inn. 'It's a good thing we don't need to come in here when it gets really cold, isn't it?' the other daughter said. 'No kidding!' is all I could think to say in agreement, as I shivered a bit in the breeze.