Tannah the Warlord

WARNING! VIOLENCE AND GORE!

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Aretta watched her opponent step cautiously toward her, his shield raised, his training sword pointed at her cheek. She thrust the tip of her wooden greatsword at his exposed armpit but her enemy knocked it away with his shield.

She took a step backward as he lunged with the point of his weapon, and deflected the attack with her cross guard. This blade was still new to Aretta. She was accustomed to fighting with street weapons, sticks and knives that were small enough to conceal. Now she was training for war. Her opponents would be armored, possibly mounted, and ready for lethal combat at any range.

She swung the blunt edge of her weapon at her enemy’s head, hoping to catch the top of his helmet above his shield. Instead her sword skidded off the top of it as he raised the wooden diamond to protect himself.

“Ahhg,” Aretta groaned, feeling her opponent’s weapon strike her thigh. Aretta lowered her guard, mentally cursing Tannah’s name for making her wield this thing as her and her training partner reset.

When she was finished sparring Aretta had one of the men help remove her armor, then stripped herself naked to bathe with the others. The men stared at her body as she splashed spring water over her breasts, some of them becoming aroused as they watched.

Aretta tried not to look at their erect penises swaying between their legs as she ran her wet fingers through her bush. She sat back in the steamy waters and massaged her aching shoulders, dreading her return to the training yard the next morning.

Aretta wanted a back rub more than anything but she knew better than to ask a hard-cocked man for it. After a long soak Aretta stepped out of the warm pool and dried herself off, seeing them stare at her exposed cunt as she bent forward to dry her ankles.

Aretta went back to her tent. She went inside and dressed herself, pulling her strap-on harness up around her hips before putting her legs through her trousers.

She wore the thing everywhere ever since Tannah became her girlfriend. The woman was insatiable and the sex was often spontaneous. She could be sewing a tear in her leathers or tending to a cut on her leg and Tannah would suddenly creep up between her thighs, pull the phallus out, and be ready to fuck.

Just the smell of Tannah’s pussy was enough to make Aretta horny though. She came in her pants once just from watching the woman’s dark haired cunt slide down her shaft again and again. It felt good to have a penis she decided, a part of her wishing she could feel what Tannah’s husband felt.

Aretta felt a strong hand on her shoulder and gasped.

“Oh, by the gods Tannah …” she swore, turning her head and seeing her dark haired lover pulling her into an embrace, burying her face in the crook of her neck and inhaling the smell of her body.

“Did I scare you?” she asked, placing a kiss on Aretta’s cheek and another on her mouth as Aretta twisted to face her girlfriend.

“Damn you,” Aretta growled between touches of Tannah’s soft lips. “I’m still mad at you Tannah,” she said, feeling her hand travel downward and her fingertips slip under the harness of her strap-on.

“Oh? What for?” Tannah whispered, her breaths tickling Aretta’s face as she reached into her pants and cupped her naked cunt.

“For talking me into this crap,” she griped, feeling Tannah’s middle finger stroke the opening of her womanhood, spreading her juices along the furrow of her sex. “I haven’t been this sore in years, and why can’t I learn to use a spear or something more like a staff?”

“Is the greatsword not working for you?” Tannah asked, curling her digits into Aretta’s pussy and making her shudder as she drew them back across her stiffening clitoris.

“Ahhh,” Aretta sighed as Tannah’s slender fingers slid up her cunt. “I … not exactly,” she answered, surprised and distracted by how wet she was. “I think … I think I’d be quite good with a … uhhh,” she moaned as Tannah stroked the slick flesh between her labia.

“With a spear?” Tannah said, finishing Aretta’s sentence. Aretta nodded, feeling her cheeks burn and gripping the back of Tannah’s neck as she rode her palm. “Very well, if that’s what you want to use you’re welcome to,” she said, thrusting her pelvic bone up against Aretta’s butt while fingering her pussy.

“Ahhh ahhhhh,” Aretta moaned, her knees trembling while Tannah’s hand moved between her legs, her other hand sliding up her tunic and surrounding her left breast. She felt her frustration begin to fade away, rocking her hips, her minora parting around Tannah’s knuckles as the woman’s wet fingers slid up her cunt.

“You must have had a long day, you seem pretty horny,” Tannah whispered, dragging her slippery fingers along the valley of Aretta’s sex, spreading her labia and pinching her erect clitoris gently between them. “So how do you wanna fuck me?” Tannah asked, her mons pushing up against Aretta’s tailbone, her fingernails scratching painlessly against the opening of Aretta’s pussy as they curled into her.

“Do you want to punish me for making you fight?” she asked, her lips warm against Aretta’s earlobe as she pinched and squished her breast. “You could stick it in my ass,” Tannah suggested, caressing the inside of Aretta’s vagina with the tips of her fingers.

“Hahhahh,” Aretta shuddered, her nipples firm as Tannah groped her chest, her juices flowing abundantly across Tannah’s palm. Aretta felt her clitoris throb with arousal as Tannah stroked its hood with two slimy digits. She noticed the smell of her own arousal rising from her pants as Tannah’s wrist moved between her waistband and stomach.

Aretta pulled Tannah’s hand out of her trousers and put it to her mouth as she turned around to face her, surrounding Tannah’s middle finger with her lips and sucking it clean. Tannah smiled as she watched Aretta eat her own nectar. She slipped a hand up the front of Aretta’s tunic and massaged her right breast while Aretta tasted herself.

“Well, bend over,” Aretta demanded. Tannah bit her lip and obliged, turning around and untying her pants while Aretta reached down and picked up the smooth ivory phallus. She fastened it in place so that it protruded from the front of her harness, sitting atop her mons the way a real penis would.

Tannah’s trousers fell around her ankles and when she leaned forward to drag her panties down her legs Aretta knelt, grabbing her from behind and putting her mouth against the opening of her exposed cunt.

“Hhah,” Tannah shuddered as Aretta licked between her minora, the tip of her nose touching the woman’s asshole.

“Was I made to love girls I wonder?” Aretta asked herself as she ran her tongue along the slick crevice of Tannah’s sex, tracing the rim of her vagina with its tip and loving the sweet taste of her dew. She hadn’t told Tannah that she was the first woman she had ever been with yet.

Before her, Aretta rarely enjoyed sex, either because whoring had dulled her interest in it, or because none of her previous lovers had ever given her an orgasm. She loved eating pussy, she decided as she sucked Tannah’s minora into her mouth, letting her sweet slime cover her lips and cling to her palate.

“Mmmhmm,” Aretta hummed as she pushed her tongue inside, burying her face in Tannah’s ass while she licked the walls of her cunt.

“Ahhh ohh, Aretta yes!” Tannah whined as Aretta gripped her by the thighs, her mouth pressed against her groin and her tongue sliding up her pussy. “Ahhh,” Tannah sighed when Aretta backed away from her wet womanhood and stood up, taking her by the hips and rubbing the head of her cock between the folds of Tannah’s sex.

“Ohhh yes,” Tannah moaned as her labia parted around Aretta’s smooth phallus. “Ahhh!” she gasped when Aretta thrust her shaft all the way into her, grinding her pelvis against Tannah’s groin.

Aretta took her hands away from Tannah’s butt to pull her tunic up over her head, letting her penis soak in her lover’s juices. Tannah swayed forward and back, gently riding her shaft while Aretta removed her top, allowing her pale tits to drop free.

With her breasts exposed and her trousers down Aretta took her girlfriend by the pelvis and began pounding her cunt.

“Ahh …” Tannah moaned over the sound of Aretta’s hips slapping against her ass, her butt cheeks rippling with every thrust. Aretta gazed down at Tannah’s butthole as she fucked her, and felt her clitoris bulge as she watched her penis slide up her lover’s pussy.

“Ahhh ahhhh ohh fuck me Aretta!” she growled, gripping her knees as she took Aretta’s cock. Aretta took a hand away from her hips and struck Tannah’s ass with her palm, producing a crisp smack. “Ohh!” Tannah squealed as Aretta spanked her, raising goosebumps along her back.

“General?” a man’s voice said as the tent flap flew open. Aretta paused to look at the interloper, her hands on Tannah’s butt and her shaft thrust up her cunt. “Uhh, sorry … sir Balter has returned from court and said he has urgent news,” he spoke, squirming as he tried to look only at Tannah’s blushing face.

“Tell him I’ll be up at the main tent once I’m done,” she gasped, reaching between her legs and masturbating as she swayed against Aretta’s lap, letting her pussy glide down Aretta’s slick phallus.

“Yes ma’am,” he answered, bowing curtly and glancing one last time at Aretta’s naked breasts before turning to leave.

“Well? Keep fucking me,” Tannah demanded, looking over her shoulder at Aretta, her face red, her fingers forking around Aretta’s cock as she stroked her sex. Aretta smirked and bit her lip as she resumed, taking Tannah with hard rapid thrusts.

“Ahhh ahhh ahhhh ohhh yes!” Tannah moaned as Aretta drove her ivory length between the woman’s pink labia. She felt her arousal trickle down the inside of her leg as she watched Tannah’s juices coat her shaft.

Aretta pulled out of her and gripped the base of her penis, rubbing its head against Tannah’s butthole, smearing it with her arousal before pushing it slowly up her ass.

“Ahh … nnnnnhhh,” Tannah groaned, her opening straining as it slipped tightly around the bell of Aretta’s cock. Aretta recalled all the times Balter had fucked her this way as she pushed the polished shaft through her lover’s narrow asshole.

“Ahhh,” Tannah squeaked, her butt cheeks parted around its girth and pressing against Aretta’s lap. Aretta felt a strand of her arousal drip from her cunt and stick to her ankle as she drew her penis back for another shove, letting it slide smoothly up Tannah’s butt, until its artfully crafted balls touched her skin.

Aretta’s clitoris was so hard she could feel it rub against the harness as she fucked. The leather device covered only her pubic bone and left her backside and womanhood exposed. It was a feature Aretta was pleased with. If it hugged against her sex the way a pair of underwear did she would destroy the thing with her juices while her and Tannah made love.

“Ohhh … ohhh fuck,” Tannah cursed, touching her cunt as Aretta’s hips moved forward and back, driving the slick phallus up her arse. “Ahhh!” she squealed as Aretta slapped her again. “Ooooh … harder,” she sighed. Aretta giggled and gave her a good open-palmed slap, seeing her rear-end jiggle.

Aretta caressed Tannah’s naked bottom with both hands while thrusting her penis between her cheeks, watching her lover’s asshole slide down her shaft. Aretta wished she could feel it, her cock inside of Tannah. She wanted to experience the sensation of having her member shoved up to its balls in Tannah’s warm wet cunt or mouth.

She spread Tannah’s butt cheeks with her hands while thrusting slowly, seeing the finely crafted details on her pale shaft disappear as she pushed it inside. Tannah shuddered and masturbated while she took the stony phallus, her butthole clenching tightly around its hard girth as Aretta fucked her.

“Ahhh ahhhh,” Tannah gasped to the rhythm of Aretta’s hips ramming gently against her. Aretta caressed Tannah’s lower back and thighs while watching her butt shake, then suddenly the tent flap flew open again.

“Hah, thought I’d find you two together,” Balter said as both of them turned their heads to see who it was. He stepped into the room and began untying his trousers. Aretta gasped when his cold rough hands touched her bare thighs. She felt his cock rub against her slick womanhood and blushed.

Tannah’s asshole slipped off the end of Aretta’s phallus as she pulled away and stood up. She laid down on Aretta’s bedding facing her, and smiled, spreading her legs in invitation, revealing her wet pussy and erect clitoris beneath a mane of dark hair. Aretta glanced over her shoulder at Balter, saying nothing as Tannah removed her top, exposing her shapely tits.

“He has no idea that I’m no longer his concubine,” Aretta realized as she knelt between Tannah’s thighs, wiping her penis clean with a rag and rubbing it between Tannah’s labia. Tannah shut her eyes and moaned softly as Aretta thrust the phallus up her cunt. She spread herself across Tannah’s naked body, clasping hands with her as their lips touched.

Balter caressed Aretta’s exposed butt while she fucked Tannah, her hips surging gracefully, pushing her shaft up to its base in Tannah’s slick sex.

“Should I tell him?” Tannah asked quietly between kisses, her breasts squishing pleasantly against Aretta’s. Aretta shook her head and smiled as she put her tongue in Tannah’s mouth, licking her palate and sucking her upper lip, her saliva still tasting slightly of her arousal.

“Well now, I’m sure at least one of you missed my cock,” Balter laughed as he took Aretta by the hips and teased the opening of her cunt with his firm penis. “You’re pretty damn wet girl,” Balter said when he finally thrust his member inside her, its erect head growing with arousal as it slid into her pussy.

“Mmm,” Aretta whimpered, feeling her juices completely cover Balter’s shaft as he drew back for another push. He drove it into her again with a hard smack and Aretta felt her butt cheeks ripple from the impact. Her nipples grew firm as Balter took her with rapid pushes of his hips, her thick dew coating his length and clinging to his balls as they beat against her groin.

“Mmmhmm hmmm,” Tannah moaned into Aretta’s mouth, digging her heels into Aretta’s calves while Aretta drove the phallus into her cunt. Tannah squeezed Aretta’s palms and returned her kisses passionately as she took her length, angling her pelvis upward as Aretta thrust into her.

Aretta felt Balter’s penis swell within her vagina as he gripped her shoulder and waist, grunting as he fucked her. She felt Tannah’s tongue entwine with hers as she made lustful humping motions between the woman’s legs, her cock sliding easily up her pussy.

“Mmmhhaa ahhh hahhhh,” Tannah moaned as her lips slipped away from Aretta’s, her moist palms travelling up Aretta’s arms, cradling her head in her hands while Aretta pounded her cunt. “Ahhh ahhhh ohhh … I think I’m cumming,” Tannah whined, her thighs sweating against Aretta’s hips, her fingers coursing through her blonde hair.

“Ahhh I’m definitely cumming!” Tannah gasped, squirming as Aretta’s carved balls beat against her sex, her sweat slicked breasts rubbing against Aretta’s chest as she climaxed. Balter grabbed Aretta’s ass and gave it a firm squeeze as his wife orgasmed beneath her. “Ahhh ahhh … hahh ahhh …” Tannah whimpered, clinging tightly to Aretta, her mouth open wide, her brow glistening with moisture as Aretta thrust her cock deep.

Aretta felt Balter’s erection throb with arousal as it slid up her pussy, his whole groin slick with her dew, slapping vigorously against her butt while he shivered in enjoyment.

“Mmmm, you like watching me please your wife don’t you,” Aretta sighed, looking over her shoulder at Balter as Tannah quivered in ecstasy. “Ahhh,” Aretta gasped as Balter pushed his penis all the way inside her and held it there, his balls wet with her juices, squishing against her sex while his shaft swelled inside her.

Aretta felt his cock grow rock hard as he moved his hips from side to side. He let out a tremulous sigh as he enjoyed the warmth of her cunt around his fully erect manhood, his pelvis pressing firmly against her naked butt and his fingers digging into her thighs. She realized that she hadn’t taken any potions to prevent a pregnancy and suddenly hoped to the gods that he wasn’t about to cum.

“Alright, time to feed the bitch,” Balter laughed as he pulled out of her, slapping her ass playfully as he backed away. “I’m sure she’s hungry by now,” he said, presenting his fully aroused penis to Tannah, its shaft still shiny with Aretta’s juices.

Tannah sat up and touched her lips to the head of his erection, sucking its tip and surrounding its bell with her mouth.

“Thought so,” he chuckled as Tannah bobbed her head forward and back, making soft slurping noises as she peered up at him. She wrapped a hand around the base of his member, stroking it gently as she sucked his cock.

Aretta sat up and let her phallus slip out of Tannah’s cunt as she watched the woman please Balter with her mouth. She looked down at the carved ivory penis, seeing Tannah’s wetness shimmer in the candle glow. It was a very skilled reproduction of Balter’s. She could see nearly every vein on the real thing, bulging along his engorged shaft as it disappeared between Tannah’s lips.

Aretta hoped silently that some day she would be more than just a proxy for Balter. Perhaps it was wishful thinking that caused her to take Tannah’s offer in the first place. Aretta watched with envy as Tannah kissed and licked the pink head of her husband’s throbbing manhood. Tannah saw her staring and grinned.

“Why don’t you give this one to her,” Tannah suggested, taking her hand away from his cock and letting it sway freely between his thighs as she looked up at him. Balter glanced briefly at Aretta and then frowned.

Finally he shrugged and turned toward the blonde woman, a clear bead of precum dangling from the end of his penis. Aretta gripped the base of Balter’s erection as he stepped close, placing its head on her tongue, tasting his familiar sweet arousal on the underside of his shaft as he slid into her mouth.

“Mmmhh,” Aretta hummed as Balter gripped her by the scalp and thrust his cock between her lips, his juices thick and slimy, flowing from his bulging head and covering her palate in seconds. “Mmmnngh,” she gagged as he pushed himself into the back of her throat.

Aretta felt Tannah’s fingers slip under her harness and curl into her pussy as she salivated around Balter’s shaft, her mouth pressing against his balls, his pubic hairs tickling her nose. She felt goosebumps on her arms and shoulders as Tannah rubbed her wet sex, pulling back the hood of her clitoris with every stroke.

“Mmm,” Aretta whined as Balter’s cock slid across her tongue, her cheeks burning, her hips rocking gently while Tannah spread her labia apart and caressed the slick flesh between. “Mmmhmmm hmm hmmm!” she moaned as bolts of pleasure bagan coursing up from her groin and into her shoulders.

Aretta was so engrossed in her sudden orgasm that she only barely noticed Balter’s seed squirt against the roof of her mouth. Balter grunted as he ejaculated, hot cum spraying her teeth and pooling under her tongue as she squirmed in ecstasy.

Tannah squeezed Aretta’s arm and kissed her neck tenderly as she came, her clitoris hard between Tannah’s slippery digits.

“Mhmm mmm hmm,” Aretta sighed through her nose as Tannah reached into her cunt with her fingers, drawing her warm dew across its throbbing node, rubbing against its sheath as they slid back inside her.

“That felt intense,” Tannah spoke softly, cupping Aretta’s pussy in her palm, caressing the walls of her vagina with two finger tips while Balter came in her mouth. “Oooh, watching you two cum is getting me even wetter,” Tannah sighed, her other hand moving down Aretta’s arm and retreating between her thighs while Aretta sucked.
Aretta looked up at Balter as her lips moved along his shaft, his salty wet load sloshing around his penis as he thrust it across her tongue. His face twitched and his shoulders were taut. She felt a thin stream of watery seed sprinkle the inside of her cheek as he shoved his throbbing cock into her mouth.

“Is he finally done cumming,” Aretta wondered, gagging as he tugged at her scalp, cum oozing from the tip of his manhood as it rubbed against her palate. He stepped back at last, his wet erection bouncing between his muscular thighs as it slipped through her lips.

Aretta turned and put her mouth to Tannah’s, letting the woman taste her husband’s orgasm with a deep kiss. Tannah’s hand slipped out from under Aretta’s harness as she climbed on top of her, wrapping her fingers around Aretta’s shaft, rubbing its head against her pussy while sucking Balter’s seed off of her tongue.

“Mmmm,” Tannah sighed through her nose as she took Aretta’s cock into herself again, her cunt sliding down its length and up against its sculpted balls as she sat in Aretta’s lap.

Slimy cum coated the insides of Tannah’s mouth as they traded saliva. Aretta caressed the sides of her lover’s face, laying back, licking her slippery palate and rolling Balter’s salty stuff about. She felt Tannah move her hips as the goopy load poured across her tongue, a tiny bit of it trickling down the side of Aretta’s cheek as it escaped the press of their lips.

Tannah’s nipples grew firm as she rode Aretta’s cock, sighing while she savored her husband’s cum, her hands on Aretta’s bare waist, pinching playfully.

“Mmmh … ahhh,” she moaned aloud, milky seed drooling down her chin as their lips came apart. “Ohhh, yes!” Tannah groaned, her hands moving up over Aretta’s tits.

Aretta felt her nipples stiffen between Tannah’s fingers as she licked Balter’s orgasm off of her face and swallowed it. She listened to the slap of Tannah’s groin against her and smiled, watching the woman move up and down in her lap.

“Ahhh ahhhh ahhhh, ohh yes!” Tannah shouted as she took Aretta’s cock. Aretta watched Tannah’s nipples twirl above her and wondered if the woman could ever truly belong to another or if she was like an untameable wild mare.

She watched Tannah sweat on top of her, clear droplets rolling down her face and the sides of her tits. She stared in fascination at the way her lips parted as she cried out from pleasure and eventually orgasm.

She clawed at Aretta’s shoulders, quivering and sighing as she came a second time, her body twitching until the last whimpering moan escaped her lips. Tannah rolled lazily off of Aretta and they laid together sweating and naked amidst the pile of soft things that made up Aretta’s bed.

“Feeling better?” Tannah asked afterward, caressing Aretta’s leg while cool moisture evaporated off of her breasts and thighs.

“Yes, I think I needed that,” Aretta admitted, her cheeks burning. Though her muscles were still sore she felt relaxed and warm inside.

“See?” Tannah said, panting, “the job isn’t so bad.” Aretta gave Tannah a suspicious glare then shook her head as the woman grinned slyly. It was a rather unique arrangement they had.

She had been Balter’s whore when she first met the woman. Now she was part of her company of mercenaries. She had earned Tannah’s respect, and the respect of all who had seen her fight, though some of them still got grabby enough to earn a fist across the jaw.

She went from obeying Balter’s every whim in bed to having complete sexual freedom in a single night. Part of her wanted to sing about how great her new life was with Tannah but in the back of her mind she knew never to let herself get too comfortable.

“Nothing good ever lasts,” she told herself. Being an orphan on the streets of Aumtgrist taught her to take nothing for granted. It was a philosophy that had kept her alive for thirteen years.

“Speaking of the job …” Balter said in his cool manner. Tannah turned her head toward him expectantly.

Some hours later Tannah stood naked in her tent, listening to Balter snore as he laid atop her bedding. He had done well on his last trip. Many of the rumors he’d shared with her last time proved to be true. There were invaders along the roads to the west and her company was the only one brave, or foolish enough, to handle them.

“Eighteen thousand gold,” Tannah thought to herself, “if we’re successful and our retainer is renewed we’ll be making as much as Lord Gosten’s knights,” she pondered. The contract Balter had negotiated earned them the largest sum with no insurance from their suzerain should they suffer a catastrophic defeat.

“That’s fine,” Tannah thought. “It’s perfect actually,” she told herself, leaning over the table, taking in every feature of the geography on her map.

“This deal is cheap for the King and gives us the best pay out if we take minimum casualties,” she whispered. Balter did his best to talk the Lord’s court into an agreement that was safe for Tannah’s relatively new mercenary band, instead the court had used the opportunity to push her into a do-or-die scenario.

If she took the King’s gold and couldn’t recoup her losses after the fight she would be forced to borrow from those money-grubbing nobles or quietly go away forever. It was a gamble that the court would lose, she thought, tracing routes through the mountains with her finger.

“… because I won’t fail,” she decided.

The next two days were chaotic. Tannah barely saw Aretta and was forced to keep Balter at arms length while she made arrangements, gave orders, and figured out supply lines. He became even more irate about it when he learned that Aretta was no longer his.

He threw a tantrum and stormed out, cursing at both of them as Tannah expected he would. He rode away that evening, leaving Tannah to prepare for battle without any more distractions.

“He’ll get over it,” she told Aretta as they embraced the night before their ride.

The road was longer than Tannah remembered. She’d spent several months hiring and training her company, never once leaving the acres she had leased from King Hanmer.

The whipping sound of their banners fluttering in the breeze as they rode into the hills soon became the song of her existence. Tannah studied the standard as her beast moved among the train of mounted fighters, her plates scraping softly together while she swayed in the saddle.

A black and white badger stood in front of a red background, its head down and its claws faintly showing beneath its muzzle. Tannah had designed the flag herself. Badgers weren’t the biggest or the most dangerous animal in nature but for their size they were hard to deal with.

Tannah wanted to be like that. She didn’t need glory, power, or size, just freedom, good food, and lots of sex. Most importantly though she needed to be hard to deal with.

Nearing the end of the second day’s ride they came over a ridge line and the town of Bristelkeer came into view, Tannah raised a hand and signalled to her men.

There was some commotion in the ranks further back as some of the lighter equipped members of her company dismounted and moved into the trees on foot. Tannah faced forward, showing no emotion and saying nothing as her army moved like a gargantuan steel centipede through the mountain pass. She’d commanded hill people before. She knew how they thought.

There was a large encampment of the enemy sitting just over the hill to the east of the pass. Tannah’s scouts had found numerous settlements but this one was the largest, ready to ambush any caravan or war party that tried to utilize the wide northern road to reach the valley beyond the ridge.

Such a well defended choke point would be a hurdle for any organized party. The real test of strength would be reaching the town of Bristelkeer without taking significant casualties.

“Are you nervous at all?” Aretta asked, leaning over and looking at Tannah, her breastplate hugging her upper body and her pauldrons sitting snugly on her shoulders.

“I’m excited,” Tannah answered, looking the woman up and down, wanting so badly to peel her plates off and press against her body.

“So am I,” Aretta said, facing forward, her expression blank. “… Do your hands shake at all when you’re this excited?” she asked, leaning over again as she gripped the reins. Tannah smirked and peered out at the road ahead. “Right, probably not,” she said.

“Are you … are you as horny as I am at least?” she asked after a brief silence. “I mean, we barely had sex last night.” Tannah laughed and looked at Aretta riding beside her, feeling her panties cling to her wet cunt as she sat in the saddle. She’d been soaking in her own juices all morning.

“I’m … so wet right now,” Tannah giggled, squirming in place and taking a deep breath to focus her thoughts.

“Ah, well at least we have that in common,” Aretta said, tugging at her inner thigh with gauntleted fingers. Tannah laughed again.

When they were half-way down the sloping road Tannah heard the bellow of a war horn and turned her head. There was movement in the trees.

“Shields east!” she shouted, grabbing the haft of her pike and looking in that direction. The men on her right flank did the same, turning their horses to aim their shields at the hillside as they raised their weapons in preparation.

Once her entire train of men and horses stopped moving Tannah could hear the snapping of twigs as their foe descended toward the road. They erupted in ear-splitting shouts and hisses as they charged from the trees, running and leaping against the wall of shields and spears her men had raised in anticipation.

They held long clubs with hooks on the end, and screamed like beasts even as they were impaled. At first Tannah thought they were adorned in scale armor but upon closer inspection she realized that their mostly naked bodies were covered in green and grey scales and they had dark feathers on their heads in place of hair. They were lightly outfitted, wearing only crude leather coats and at best carrying smallish round shields in their off-hands.

Tannah watched the howling lizard men climb over each other in their haste, swinging their large clubs viciously over the tops of the shield wall. Beustalar thrust his spear through the body of one and backed away as another aimed a blow at his helmet. He raised his shield, barely deflecting the heavy implement while thrusting into the neck of a third.

Tannah gripped her weapon in two hands and drove its point under the collar of the enemy assaulting Beustalar. He let out a hissing cry, showing rows of sharp teeth inside his reptilian maw then crumpled, his clawed hands gripping the edge of Beustalar’s shield.

To her left Tannah could see a break forming in her line. She saw one of their clubs punch through the helm of a man and tear it from his head right before a second club struck him. When he fell lifeless the men behind him began thrusting in panicked fashion at the oncoming horde.

Another man was caught under the breastplate by one of their hooks and pulled from his saddle as the men before him were overwhelmed.

Her ranks were only three men deep from this angle. A pitched battle would have disastrous consequences, but Tannah had a plan. She raised her horn to her lips and blew into the mouthpiece twice.

A hail of arrows flew through the trees from the southeast, parallel to the road. She watched clusters of hill people drop as shafts pierced their bodies. It wasn’t until the second volley that the enemy started to become aware of the death raining down on them from their flank.

The green-skinned attacker’s faces changed from looks of bloodlust to frustration as they turned to flee up the hill. They retreated with arrows still protruding from their bodies, some with two, or even three shafts transfixing them.

Tannah blew her horn two more times to trigger the second phase of her counterattack as they tripped over the bodies of their comrades, which rolled down the slope like boulders preventing their escape. At the signal Tannah and the whole second rank dismounted and drew their weapons, marching toward the enemy as they scrambled over one-another.

She watched the line before her, keenly, as her men thrust pikes into their exposed backs, shoving them toward the base of the hill while archers picked off any that made it to safety.

Two lizard men slipped between the fighters in front of her position and ran toward her screaming in a rage, blood covering their heads and bodies.

“Hraaaahhh!” she shouted as she shoved her spear into the throat of the first one, gripping it with two-hands to manipulate her impaled enemy. Blood sputtered from his lips as she shoved him into his charging ally, tripping him.

The two of them fell in a heap and Tannah pulled the bloodied end of her weapon free before burying it in the other creature’s belly.

She watched her company lay waste to the fleeing enemy until they had to stop and scan for movement among the heaps of dead.

Once the skirmish was over Tannah lifted her horn again and blew into it four times, signalling her men to return to their horses. She saw Aretta standing with the third rank near the road. She placed an armored hand on Tannah’s arm as she walked past and Tannah could see fear in her lover’s eyes as she peered through the narrow visor.

Tannah wanted to take her helmet off and give the woman a long kiss, but she knew they had to keep moving. Numbers were often difficult to discern among barbarians, and these were no ordinary barbarians. Though it looked like a sizable defeat for the enemy Tannah had no way of knowing for sure, and she didn’t like her position much.

Tannah watched the hills as they rode at full gallop toward Bristelkeer.

They had lost four men in the fight by the road, her commanders reported back, and inflicted quite probably over two-hundred deaths to the ambushers. The company of the black badger set up camp on the outskirts of town, lending aid to the people who she soon learned had been under siege for over a month.

“These aren’t highwaymen,” she told her commanders as they all huddled around the map together. “The only metal tools we found on them were made locally, either stolen or bartered for. Their weapons are primitive but they know how to attack us. They’ve clearly encountered westerners before.”

“Does that change our plan of attack?” one of her men asked after a brief silence.

“Maybe not as long as they behave like bandits,” Tannah answered. “They aren’t a problem that arose from the local populace though, and that means there can be a lot more of them than we might be prepared for. If there are a lot of them it might explain the attacks. I find it doubtful that those hills will sustain too many of their kind, especially if they lack our farming techniques.”

“Either way, now that we control the valley I want raids conducted on each of the other camps while we focus our scouts here,” she said, placing her finger on the large encampment they passed earlier that day.

“Now that they know our strength we need to keep the pressure on them and see where they rally to,” she told them in a collected tone. “Keep a good eye on their numbers, I want minimal engagement if it looks like you could be overwhelmed,” she finished. Her men nodded and began filing out of her tent until only her and Aretta remained.

Tannah looked at the blonde woman. Seeing her in only the padded under layer of her armor made Tannah ache even more to feel her touch. She moved closer and put her hands on Aretta’s face and hips.

“I didn’t help much,” Aretta said, looking down at Tannah’s feet as she caressed her cheek.

“You did your job fine Aretta,” Tannah told her, leaning in and kissing her passionately. Tannah’s tongue moved slowly against her palate as they locked lips and she could feel her phallus tucked against the side of her leg.

“It’s just that …” Aretta said in a worried tone as she pulled away, “why did you put me in the left column? You knew they would be attacking from the right, are you protecting me?”

“Of course,” Tannah answered. Aretta frowned. “You may be a good fighter Aretta but you’re still new to this.” Aretta scoffed and backed away. She paced nervously for a moment and then placed her hands on her hips.

“This could be my one chance to fight beside you Tannah!” she said, gesturing heatedly. Tannah stepped close and put her hands on the girl’s shoulders.

“Okay, okay,” she said, gazing into the girl’s eyes. “It just … it was a risky situation …”

“I don’t care Tannah,” Aretta hissed, “you made me your official bodyguard. If you go off and get yourself killed without me then I’ll look like a pretty awful bodyguard.”

“Alright!” Tannah said. “Next time you’ll be with me, I promise.” Aretta put her hands on Tannah’s hips and looked her in the eyes, then kissed her. Tannah opened her mouth and felt the girl’s tongue against hers.

She felt Aretta’s breath against her cheek as the woman sucked her upper lip, her breasts crushed between them. The girl’s fingers tugged at the ties of Tannah’s pants until they slid over her hips and fell around her ankles. Aretta undid her belt and yanked her trousers down, causing the phallus to spring up and smack against her cunt.

“Mhh,” Tannah gasped through her nose, reaching down and pulling her panties aside so the woman could push it in. Aretta put a hand on Tannah’s breast and squeezed it through her thick cushioned overcoat as she rubbed the head of her cock between Tannah’s labia to lubricate it.

Tannah smiled and walked backwards, pulling Aretta toward the table with the map on it. She leaned against it, feeling the cold tip of her phallus touch her pussy lips as she spread her legs.

“Ahh,” Tannah sighed as the polished head of Aretta’s penis moved against the rim of her sex, teasing her opening. Tannah had been fighting against lust all day, her womanhood was open and her minora dripping, her clitoris swollen between her fingers as she pulled it’s hood back.

“I’m going to have to … ahhh … start going pantless into battle just so you can fuck me while we’re on the road,” Tannah mused, gasping as Aretta’s cock slid up her pussy. “Ahhh ahhhh,” she moaned, sitting on the edge of the table and leaning back while Aretta’s slick shaft parted her labia.

Tannah gripped her lover’s shoulder hard as the woman drove her hips forward. Aretta pulled at the threads holding Tannah’s coat closed as she pressed against her, her phallus gliding up to its ivory balls inside her.

“Ahhh ohh ohhh!” Tannah gasped, lifting one leg up and resting it on Aretta’s thigh as the woman thrust into her. Tannah’s mind wandered away from Aretta’s fingers and toward the round head of her penis surging up her wet cunt. Her clitoris swelled with arousal as Aretta’s smooth shaft filled her.

Before she knew it her breasts were bare and Aretta’s warm hands were fondling her erect nipples. Aretta’s palms grew moist as they rubbed against Tannah’s sweating chest and when she pressed her lips to Tannah’s again the smell of her body made Tannah ache to touch her.

Tannah grabbed at the front of Aretta’s coat, pulling at it’s fasteners while she masturbated with her other hand, her mouth moving in sync with her lover.

“Mmmm,” Tannah hummed, tasting Aretta’s saliva and inhaling the scent of her hair. Tannah’s fingertips were slippery and her juices dripped down her inner thigh as Aretta’s hard cock pushed her minora apart.

Aretta took a hand away from Tannah’s heaving chest to help her with the ties of her coat, popping it open one bit at a time while her tongue moved against Tannah’s palate. When it was slack enough Aretta leaned back, pulling her arms out of its sleeves and lifting her tunic over her head.

Her tits dropped free and Tannah seized one of the pale mounds with her hand, giving it a firm squeeze as Aretta moved close again. Aretta snatched Tannah’s wrists and held them apart while their tongues wrestled.
Tannah fell backward onto the table, spreading herself out beneath the strong blonde woman, her mouth wet with their combined spit as they kissed each other hungrily.

Aretta clasped hands with Tannah, pinning her to the wooden table as her hips surged forward, pushing the slippery shaft of her penis inside her while their naked breasts pressed together.

“Mmm mmm mmm!” Tannah squealed against Aretta’s lips as she laid on top of her, thrusting into her cunt with forceful shoves. She embraced Aretta with both legs, her heels against the woman’s naked butt. Aretta’s pelvis dug into Tannah’s thighs as the head of her cock slid deep into her.

Whenever Aretta took her like this, all Tannah wanted to do was give in and let the woman’s lust play out. She felt her cheeks burn as Aretta had her, her blonde hair draped across Tannah’s forehead and ears, her soft exhalations tickling Tannah’s face.

She felt Aretta’s breasts grow sticky with sweat, pressed flat against her chest as she pounded Tannah’s cunt, coating her cock with Tannah’s slick arousal. She paused and lifted her face away from Tannah’s slowly, her cheeks pink and her lips glistening with moisture.

Aretta’s hands moved down Tannah’s arms and over her shoulders, covering her naked breasts as Aretta sat up between her legs. Tannah looked up at the goddess-like beauty groping her tits and thrusting into her. She blushed a shade deeper as Aretta enjoyed her nudity with eyes and fingers.

Her hands moved down Tannah’s sides and up along the outsides of her thighs sending a wave of goosebumps rippling across her exposed chest.

“Ohh, I love when you take control of me,” Tannah gasped, her nipples growing firm as the woman pushed her knees forward, her hands caressing Tannah’s calves as they moved upward. She seized Tannah’s ankles and held her legs apart, biting her lower lip and gazing at Tannah’s naked form with her phallus halfway up her cunt.

“Ahhh!” Tannah moaned, gripping the edges of the table as Aretta thrust into her with a hard slap. “Ahhh mmm,” she whined when the strong woman started grinding her hips from side to side, her cock buried in Tannah’s hairy pussy, it’s smooth stony balls smearing her dew across her groin.

Tannah’s knees trembled and her clitoris throbbed. She put a hand between her legs, grasping her cunt and feeling a spike of sensation before Aretta snatched her wrist and threw it away. Tannah grinned playfully as Aretta took charge of her from the waist down, running her slender fingers through Tannah’s coarse bush, gripping her by the pubic hair while she touched her sex.

“Ahhhh,” Tannah sighed as Aretta rubbed the slick node with her thumb, her wet shaft pulling Tannah’s minora apart as she drove it deeper, its sides slimy with Tannah’s arousal.

“Ahhh ahhh!” she shrieked, her hips bucking while Aretta stroked the sensitive nub between her labia. She could feel the bulb of Aretta’s penis sliding into her vagina as the woman pushed against her ass, massaging her clitoris with one slippery digit.

“Ahhh, oh by the g-ahh … I’m gonna cum!” Tannah cried out, her feet in the air, her toes curling. “Ohhh Aretta you’re making me cum!” she squealed, her hips rocking as Aretta gripped her ankle and tugged at her bush, driving her cock hard into Tannah’s pussy.

Hot bolts of pleasure electrified Tannah and she clamped her thighs around Aretta’s wrist, arching her back in ecstasy, her knuckles white against the edges of the table.

“Hahh …” she groaned, craning her neck to look up at her lover, her lips parted, her face and chest burning. Aretta smiled as she watched Tannah climax, biting her on the leg gently while thrusting into her. Tannah’s breasts rippled and her body shook, her clitoris firm and wet against the pad of Aretta’s thumb, her pussy tight around Aretta’s hard shaft.

Red in the face, Tannah sat up and pushed Aretta away weakly, feeling her cunt suck along her length as it’s broad tip slipped out of her. She slid to the floor and grabbed Aretta by the hips putting her mouth around the end of the phallus and bobbing her head.

Tannah hummed as she sucked her sweet juices off of Aretta’s penis, her inner thighs drenched, her arousal flowing from her gaping womanhood.

“You know I have no feeling in it right?” Aretta teased, running her fingers through Tannah’s hair, watching her lips move down her shaft, coating the inside of her mouth with her own slimy cum.

“Mmmm,” Tannah sighed, nodding in answer while her tongue moved along the underside of Aretta’s cock, her cheeks hot with pleasure and the post-sex euphoria just beginning to set in. “Mmmahh,” Tannah shivered, smiling as her mouth slipped off the tip of Aretta’s ivory phallus, a thick strand of saliva connecting it to her bottom lip.

“I wanted to taste my orgasm,” Tannah said, gripping the base of her penis and putting her lips against its tip, tonguing her slimy palate and stroking Aretta’s shaft. “Now I wanna taste yours,” Tannah sighed, hooking her fingers under the leather harness and pulling it down slowly.

The smell of Aretta’s pussy filled Tannah’s nostrils and made her heart race. She stared at the patch of curly blonde hair above her pink labia as she stepped out of the strap-on and moved closer.

Tannah breathed deeply as her mouth touched the wet lips of Aretta’s cunt. Aretta’s fingers brushed her hair away from her face as she inhaled the strong scent of her lover’s groin and tasted her nectar on the tip of her tongue.

Aretta rocked her hips forward, smearing her arousal across Tannah’s face while she licked the valley of slick flesh between her minora.

“Ohhh … yessss, Tannah,” Aretta shuddered, her clitoris throbbing against Tannah’s upper lip. Tannah looked up and saw her girlfriend’s chest shivering gently, her pink nipples firm atop her breasts and her cheeks glowing.

“Ahhh,” she moaned as Tannah’s tongue moved across the opening of her pussy. Her fingers dug into Tannah’s scalp as Tannah kissed between her minora, working her way up and eventually surrounding her hard clitoris with her lips.

“Hhhahh,” Aretta gasped, bucking her hips involuntarily just as Tannah started to suck the aroused node. Tannah grabbed Aretta’s ass and squeezed it, driving her tongue up her cunt and spreading her nectar with urgent licks.

“Ohh, ohh wow Tannah,” Aretta sighed, her hair swaying about her ears as she gazed down between her tits at the dark-haired woman eating her pussy. Tannah’s lips found Aretta’s clitoris again and she kissed it softly, feeling it engorge with every subtle touch.

“Mmm,” Tannah hummed as she made circles around the erect nub with her tongue, her mouth slimy with Aretta’s juices. She peered up at Aretta with her nose in her bush, her chin and cheeks moist and her saliva tasting like her.

“Ahhh, yes,” Aretta gasped as Tannah put a hand on her inner thigh, teasing the opening of her sex with wet fingertips and smiling while she licked. Tannah felt her lover shiver as she pushed two fingers inside her, caressing the roof of her vagina as she drew them out, her warm arousal dripping across Tannah’s knuckle and down her wrist.

“Ohhh … gods,” Aretta moaned, her clitoris throbbing against the flat of Tannah’s tongue while Tannah fingered her pussy. Aretta took a deep breath and exhaled heavily as she made steady humping motions against Tannah’s face, the inside of her womanhood expanding as Tannah caressed its rough walls.

Tannah leaned back, licking her lips and stroking between Aretta’s minora, gathering the woman’s dew, then putting her fingers in her mouth. Tannah blushed as Aretta watched her suck the sweet slime off of her digits and then lean forward to bury her face in her cunt again.

Aretta held Tannah’s head in her hands and rode her mouth as she thrust two fingers between her wet labia, then a third, rubbing Aretta’s slippery clitoris with her tongue as she reached into her.

“Ahhh!” Aretta cried out as Tannah fingered her deeply, tickling her cervix and sucking her flesh. Tannah felt her own arousal drip from her pussy as she listened to her lover’s moans, Aretta’s juices burning her lips and coating the inside of her mouth.

“Ohhhh, don’t stop, I’m going to cum,” Aretta sighed as Tannah ate her out, squeezing her firm butt, her knuckles and palm drenched with the girl’s slippery dew. “Ahhh ahhhhh …” Aretta gasped, her hips quaking as her orgasm took her.

Tannah felt a fresh flood of Aretta’s cum trickle down her arm as her fingers surged up her cunt. She panted spasmodically while clawing at Tannah’s scalp. Tannah held her mouth tight against Aretta’s blonde-haired pussy while she came.

“Ahh …” she squeaked, her face turning bright red, her clitoris swelling to full arousal between Tannah’s lips, her pubic hair scratching the tip of Tanna’s nose as her hips bucked. Tannah breathed in the smell of Aretta’s sweating groin and sighed lustfully, hearing her climax reach its peak.

They laid naked together on the earthen floor of the big tent for some minutes afterward, letting the moisture evaporate off of their bodies.

Aretta squeezed Tannah’s hand and Tannah turned to look at her girlfriend. Seeing her blue eyes between the disheveled curls of blonde hair draped across her face made Tannah smile.

Tannah clasped hands with the woman and looked back at the tent ceiling, taking a deep breath and basking in the pleasant sensations that accompanied a good afternoon fuck.

“I can’t believe I’m a total leddir,” Aretta said suddenly, her voice a little hoarse. Tannah turned her head and raised an eyebrow at Aretta.

“A what?” Tannah asked.

“You know, a leddir, someone who gets married and … then only fucks girls,” Aretta answered. Tannah frowned. She was familiar with the word. It was an easterner’s word that translated roughly to, “locked door,” most likely referring to a wife who wouldn’t put out. It was an ugly word.

“Don’t call yourself that,” Tannah said with a sneer.

“Well, that’s what I am, so …” Aretta said, her voice monotone.

“No you’re not,” Tannah scoffed, turning over on her side to face Aretta. “First of all, you still like fucking men, I can see it in your face when Balter’s having you, and I can taste it on your cunt afterwards.” Aretta’s lips tightened and her face turned slightly pink.

She looked up at the tent roof again while Tannah stared at her.

“Well, what does that make me then?” she asked, sounding distant.

“It doesn’t make you anything,” Tannah answered, “do you need to have a name for all the things that make you who you are? Because to me that word is just Aretta.” Tannah scoffed again. She felt mildly insulted and couldn’t figure out why.

“Don’t use that word,” Tannah told her, giving Aretta’s hand a squeeze. “What brought this on anyways?” Tannah asked, confused by the change in conversation. “I know I’m not the first girl you’ve been with.”

Aretta glanced at Tannah again, looking a little embarrassed before she looked away.

“Am I?” Tannah asked, unable to believe it. Aretta was one of the best lovers she’d ever had by her own estimation, possibly the best of all.

“When I first became a whore I was already prized by men for my appearance,” Aretta explained. “Fighting in a public arena earns you fame, and I used that fame to start my business. I was hired by rich people mostly and, most rich people, if they aren’t whores, are men, or wives.” Aretta glanced at Tannah again, then looked past her as she reminisced.

“There were times when I was asked to perform sexually for a man’s wife,” she said, “or with another whore, but none of them were there to enjoy it. They were all like me, it was just an act for men to touch themselves to until they decided to stick their cocks in us.” Tannah nodded in understanding.

“I never umm …” she started, biting her lip and looking away just as Tannah’s gaze met hers. Her cheeks turned a little redder. “You’re the first person who’s ever made me cum for real Tannah.” Tannah’s eyes widened. Aretta looked away, seeming ashamed to admit it.

“Nonsense,” Tannah said.

“Well … okay, other than myself obviously,” Aretta corrected. “I learned to masturbate when I was quite young. Then after I started having sex I guess I just stopped expecting other people to give that to me, so I did it myself when I cared to.”

“No wonder you were so weird at first,” Tannah laughed. “So I was your first orgasm partner,” Tannah said, a smile forcing itself on her as she thought about it. “That makes me kind of proud actually,” she said, reaching out to touch Aretta’s cheek.

When they finally emerged from the tent together Tannah’s commanders assailed her one after the other with news about the raids.

“Mostly successful, we burned a lot of tents, injured many and took no casualties,” they told her.

“But did they act scared,” Tannah asked, “the fear is what’s important.”

One by one they rattled off numbers at her, “five kills, eighteen injuries, no casualties … two kills, thirty injuries, no casualties … seven kills, six injuries, one casualty …”

By the end of the evening her whole camp was in celebration. They drank and sang around a fire pit as the night wore on, the massive flame just outside of Bristelkeer’s walls sending a clear signal to the invaders. Tannah’s company was here and they would not be chased off easily.

Tannah knew she needed to remain sharp while they were in hostile territory, but permitted herself one drink anyways. Aretta refused several offers of mead as she moved with Tannah through the crowds of people.

“I guess I should be glad to have such a responsible bodyguard,” Tannah said over a chorus of singing.

The night wore on and a few of the men who were on leave became more inebriated. Beustalar stood among a throng of people bragging about how many he had killed. He’d been in the thick of combat during the ambush on their way into the valley where he’d supposedly eliminated eight enemies before returning to his horse.

“Our enemies best warriors seem to be equipped for skirmishing at best,” she thought. “Beustalar’s recklessness may actually pay off in the coming weeks. It’s definitely going to go to his head.” Tannah watched the big man gesture as if thrusting his greatsword through a man’s rib cage.

Four men, Beustalar, Ardenz, and two others raised voices as they recounted their deeds. Tannah looked away from them for no more than four seconds and there was an outbreak of violence. People shouted and Tannah stared in disbelief as Beustalar lifted Ardenz above his head and tossed him onto the earth where he landed with a hard thud.

Tannah moved closer, ready to break up a brawl, but stopped as the two men came together with open palms grabbing and wrestling each other to the ground. People gathered around as the two men grunted and grappled one another.

She shoved her way through the crowd and saw Beustalar on top with Ardenz in the mud beneath him, his neck and arm captured while he flailed uselessly with his other hand.

“I submiiit,” he groaned, provoking cheers as Beustalar released him and stood up, throwing his fists in the air in celebration. Tannah smirked at the masculine display as others raised their cups in toast.

Tannah stepped inside the ring of people surrounding Beustalar and the muddied and retreating Ardenz.

“Pretty good, think you’ll get lucky a second time?” she asked with a mocking grin on her face. A murmur went through the crowd and then shouts of encouragement as the big man looked around at their faces. He looked at Tannah again, seeming a little deflated despite standing a whole head taller than the woman.

“All right general, you and me then, hands and body only,” Beustalar growled with a toothy smile and a look of challenge in his eyes. Another loud cheer went up.

“Alright,” Tannah said over the roar of voices, “but if I win you have to go to bed.” Beustalar laughed boisterously.

“… And if I win?” he responded, looking her up and down. Tannah frowned, placing her hands on her hips waiting for his terms. “If I win you have to go with me!” he said, evoking more shouts of encouragement. Tannah considered it for a moment, she wasn’t certain she could beat him at wrestling but either outcome would prevent Beustalar from becoming too intoxicated for the fight in the morning.

Tannah looked around for Aretta, wondering what she would think. If she was among the crowd Tannah didn’t see her.

“Deal,” Tannah agreed, still wondering where her bodyguard had gotten to. The men hooted and yelled as her and Beustalar squared off. They all quieted as Tannah gazed into Beustalar’s eyes awaiting the beginning of the match.

“Start!” a man shouted. Tannah slapped Beustalar’s hand away as it came forward and leapt to one side, hooking her arm around his neck, swinging around and straddling him from behind as he charged at her.

Beustalar stumbled, grabbing at Tannah’s elbow, throwing his weight left and right to try and shake her off while she clung to him with her thighs. Tannah saw looks of surprise and excitement in the eyes of the men surrounding them as he spun around desperately trying to free himself from Tannah’s grip.

Then as Tannah dug in with her heels the big man grabbed her knee and pulled it. Tannah leaned to maintain her control and another hand hooked around the back of her neck, wrenching her free.

Tannah landed on her ass hard and before she could stand up Beustalar was on top of her, pinning her to the earth with his weight alone, holding her arms apart as he laid across her. Tannah struggled a little, writhing between him and the muddy ground, blushing as she realized how hopeless her position was.

“Well …” Tannah said, her breasts pressed flat against her chest, feeling Beustalar’s penis engorge against her leg as he held her down. “To your bed then,” she said. Another round of excited shouts broke out all around her as Beustalar lifted himself up and offered Tannah a hand.

She grabbed him by the wrist and gasped in surprise as he yanked her to her feet, then picked her up by the waist. Tannah’s cheeks burned as Beustalar carried her toward his tent. She bit her lip in resignation as they all watched her, slung over Beustalar’s shoulder.

Beustalar dropped Tannah butt-first onto a pillowy mess and she sat still in the darkness watching his shadowy form while he undid his belt. Tannah lifted her tunic over her head and felt the cool night air caress her naked breasts as she slid her pants off.

One of Beustalar’s large hands touched her head and Tannah smelled the pungent odor of his penis, just as its warm, wet tip touched her face. Tannah inhaled the scent of his cock as he aimed it at her mouth with one hand, smearing his precum across her cheek in the process.

Tannah spread her lips, letting his shaft slide across her tongue and into the back of her throat. She hummed while she sucked his stiffening erection, its smooth length gliding between her cheeks, its head oozing sweet goo.

Tannah put her hands on Beustalar’s bare hips, bobbing forward and back, blushing as his slimy arousal clung to her palate. She was thankful for the lack of light. The shadows hid the shame on her face as she submitted to his desires.

“Nnnghk,” she choked as the bell of his penis throbbed. Beustalar pulled back and then thrust himself between her lips again sighing softly as Tannah salivated all over his cock. “Mmm hmm,” she gasped, exhaling through her nose as Beustalar fucked her mouth, his balls bumping against her chin, each breath filling her nose with the smell of his sweating groin.

Tannah felt a trickle of warmth down her leg as she pleasured the big man, her thumbs digging into his hips while she gagged on him.

“Ohh, my general …” he shuddered quietly, his erection swelling against her tongue as her lips slid down his shaft. “You have no idea how badly I wanted you back,” he groaned, his voice trembling as she slurped along his cock. Tannah sucked a warm trickle from the end of his penis as her mouth slipped off its tip.
She leaned back, licking her upper lip and swallowing.

“Better enjoy it while it lasts,” she said, putting her hand on his cock and stroking it while looking up at the silhouette of his body. Tannah felt around between her legs. Her finger encountered her swollen clitoris and she shuddered as she rubbed moisture from her cunt across the hard node.

“Oh I plan to Tannah, I’m going to make you cum so loud the whole camp will hear us,” he growled, putting a hand on her shoulder for balance as he stepped past. Tannah gasped as he grabbed her by the ass and pulled her toward him.

She felt him rub the head of his penis against her dripping minora and she blushed uncontrollably as he pushed it inside of her.

“Ahhh!” Tannah moaned as Beustalar’s cock slid deep in her cunt, its bulb growing even firmer as he drew it back for another thrust. He gripped her by the waist and rammed it into her hard, his manhood throbbing and his fingers digging into her as he picked up speed.

“Ahhh ahhhhh … hahh hah ahhhh!” Tannah squealed, her voice trembling as Beustalar took her, pounding her slick pussy with rapid shoves. Tannah stared at the sliver of moonlight shining in through the tent flaps while the large man fucked her, her thighs shaking and her tits twirling between her elbows.

“Ahh … hahhh,” Beustalar sighed, driving his slippery erection into her at a brisk pace, his balls slapping against her naked sex. Tannah inhaled sharply as she listened to the noise of their congress, his pelvis beating against her ass hard enough for anyone just outside to hear.

Tannah tore at the blankets, biting her lip to hold back a cry of pleasure as his long, firm shaft parted her labia and surged up her cunt.

“Ahhhh!” Tannah moaned, letting the exclamation escape her lips despite her best efforts. She saw a person standing beyond the tent entrance and her cheeks and chest burned as she swayed on hands and knees, shoving against him, taking him deep. Soon she saw another person, his face obscured by the shadows.

Voices rose in a chant from outside. Tannah couldn’t make out the exact words but their song definitely owed its rhythm to the smack of flesh that her and Beustalar were producing.

“Fuck … ahhh ahhhhh ahhhhh!” Tannah sighed loudly, unable to hold it in, her shoulders quaking and her face hot. “Oohhh by the gods!” she cried out, her butt and breasts rippling from the force of Beustalar’s thrusts.

Beustalar’s thumbs pressed into her back as he had her, his cock slick with her arousal, its length filling her vagina completely each time he drove his hips against her. The song coming from outside rose higher and louder as Beustalar’s balls beat against her wet cunt.

The insides of her thighs were drenched and her heart was pounding when someone burst into the tent. Tannah recognized Aretta’s silhouette and smiled as the woman took a step forward and grabbed her by the hair.

“Ahhh …” Tannah whined as the woman yanked her head back, shooting a look at the big man behind her, his hands on her hips, his thrusts never ceasing.

“I see,” Aretta hissed, looking down at Tannah, her expression shrouded by darkness. She unbuckled her pants with one hand while Tannah swayed in place, feeling Beustalar’s balls slap against her naked groin as his penis reached deep into her.

“Well, if you’re going to act like a complete slut then I’ll have to treat you like a complete slut, won’t I,” she said letting her trousers drop, gripping the phallus strapped to her crotch and pushing it between Tannah’s lips while Beustalar laughed.

“Ahhcchmm,” Tannah gagged as Aretta thrust her cock into her mouth. There was a flash of warmth across Tannah’s body. She didn’t think she could blush any hotter as Aretta held her by the scalp and shoved her sculpted balls against her chin.

Tannah could smell Aretta’s cunt beneath the harness as her nose pressed against the woman’s bush. She salivated profusely around its polished girth, feeling the bell of Beustalar’s erection swell as he took her.

“Hmmm mmmhhm,” Tannah moaned as Aretta and Beustalar fucked her from both ends. She placed a hand on Aretta’s thigh and squeezed it gently as Aretta rocked her hips, her phallus gliding across Tannah’s tongue and into the back of her throat.

She tried to look up at Aretta but could only see her clothed stomach as her mouth slid down the smooth shaft of Aretta’s penis. Tannah sucked along its length, feeling her spit dribble down her chin as its fat tip choked her.

She felt her moisture trickle down the inside of her leg as Beustalar’s cock slid in and out of her pussy, his balls beating against her slimy minora. Her elbows trembled as their two groins smacked against her ass and face, her lips and cunt slippery around them.

Tannah felt like a pig on a spit, nude and helpless between two lovers. Her face burned and her clitoris ached with arousal while her exposed nipples twirled beneath her.

“Nnngg!” Tannah grunted against the pain in her scalp as Aretta held her by the hair, shoving her phallus between Tannah’s wet lips while Beustalar’s naked lap struck her ass. She felt Beustalar’s penis swell to full arousal and remain rock hard as he pounded her briskly.

“Nnnggh … nnnnnhh!” Tannah squealed, her vagina tightening around Beustalar’s slick erection as she anticipated his orgasm.

When he slipped out of her cunt and backed away Tannah turned, her lips sliding off the bell of Aretta’s penis. Tannah moved to catch his load but Aretta held her head back and she fell to her butt at the woman’s feet, her wet phallus against her cheek.

“You want his cum?” Aretta asked scornfully, holding her head against her thigh while Beustalar gripped his long erect member and stroked it. “You’re gonna wear it, slut,” she scolded just as the first thick stream struck her face. Tannah shut her eyes as hot seed splashed across her nose and mouth while heavy globs landed on her exposed breasts and rolled down her abdomen.

“Ahhhh mmmmhh,” Beustalar groaned as he came on Tannah’s chest and face, his creamy goo shooting against her neck and dripping across her collar. Tannah’s mouth hung open and she tasted several watery droplets of his cum while most of it landed on her tits and stomach.

One powerful spurt of his orgasm hit her nose and upper lip and Tannah licked it away while the big man milked his erection and ejaculated against her chin. Tannah tasted his seed, feeling it dribble over her nipples and squirt between her teeth while she smeared it across her palate with her tongue.

Aretta stood up and Tannah followed as the woman pulled her to her feet by her hair. Tannah felt her clitoris bulge as her lover dragged her toward the tent entrance and threw the flap open revealing her cum covered face and tits to the crowd surrounding them.

Tannah opened one eye and saw them all around, the heat of their torches warming her naked skin as Aretta led her between them. Their song came to a halt as they saw Tannah’s nudity and the glisten of Beustalar’s seed all over her breasts and face.

Some laughed and others cheered as Aretta paraded her through the camp to her tent. She could feel globs of cum stuck in her exposed bush, pulling her pubic hairs as she walked. Two men ran into view with swords drawn and Tannah waved them away, blushing as her lover tugged at her scalp.

Aretta pulled her into her tent and Tannah allowed herself to be thrown onto Aretta’s sleeping furs, landing on her hands and knees. She listened to the distant shouts of excited men outside as Aretta gripped her by the waist and pushed the head of her cock through the curtains of her sex.

“Ahhhh,” Tannah gasped as her labia parted around the slick phallus, her clitoris growing firm as it slid with ease into her slightly swollen pussy. Tannah felt a sharp stinging sensation on her right butt cheek as Aretta’s palm struck her ass.

“You’ve been a bad girl Tannah,” Aretta spat, taking her firmly by the hips and thrusting her cock deep, drawing it back and slamming it into her hard in a steady rhythm. Tannah reached between her legs, getting cum all over her wrist as she groped at her sex, feeling her labia spread around Aretta’s stony girth as it surged up her cunt.

Aretta snatched her arm and yanked it away after just two pleasurable strokes across the erect nub.

“You don’t get to touch yourself,” Aretta scolded, holding Tannah by one elbow while she drove her slick penis up to its balls in Tannah’s pussy, her shoves making Tannah’s thighs and tits jiggle. “You’re mine and your orgasm is mine,” she hissed, the sternness in her voice giving Tannah goosebumps.

Tannah bit her lip and felt another flash of warmth across her face and breasts as she submitted to the strong woman.

“Ahhh ahhhh ahhhhh!” she moaned as she took Aretta’s cock, feeling her dew trickle into her bush as the bulbous tip of Aretta’s phallus slid deep, dragging the wetness out of her as she pulled back. Tannah’s toes curled and her fingernails dug into the bedding beneath her as she fought the desire to touch her throbbing clitoris.

“Are you enjoying this?” Aretta asked as Tannah arched her back and rammed her butt against Aretta’s lap. Tannah peered over her shoulder at Aretta and nodded, her cheeks burning and her pussy drooling against the woman’s balls.

“Uhhh!” Tannah moaned as Aretta pulled her cock out and began rubbing its head along her ass-crack.

“Well then, I guess I’ll have to try something else,” Aretta said, pushing the bell of her phallus through Tannah’s butthole.

“Ahhh … oooh you bitch,” Tannah sighed, her asshole straining painfully around the bulbous tip of Aretta’s penis. Her mouth gaped in a silent moan as she slipped tightly around its head, its shaft sliding all the way up her butt in one smooth thrust.

“Ahhh,” Tannah squealed as Aretta pressed her pelvis against Tannah’s bottom, holding her hips in place with her cock pushed to its balls inside her. Tannah shuddered as she drew back, her butthole clenching around Aretta’s girth.

“Ahh!” Tannah gasped as Aretta drove it into her again sharply. She clawed at the bedding as Aretta fucked her butt with steady, rough shoves, wanting badly to touch her slick cunt. Tannah could feel her moisture covering her exposed pussy and dripping down her thigh as the hard thing slid between her cheeks.

“Oh, Aretta … ahh, can I …” Tannah pleaded as the wet shaft slid up her ass. “Let me please you Aretta, ahhh,” she moaned, her asshole tight and sore, the tender ring of muscles stretching as Aretta drew back leaving only the bell of her cock inside and then forcing it deep again.

“First you’ll endure your punishment, then you’ll please me,” Aretta growled as her hips struck Tannah’s butt repeatedly. “I owe you at least twenty more thrusts for what you did,” she grunted, pushing the phallus up to its balls in Tannah and leaving it there as she leaned over and took Tannah by the hair again.

“One …” Aretta said in Tannah’s ear as she eased her pelvis back and then drove it forward. Tannah bit her lower lip and blushed as she felt each inch of her lover’s penis slide into her, her asshole straining as it slipped around the thick base of it.

Tannah collapsed flat against her stomach while Aretta tugged at her scalp.

“Two,” Aretta whispered as she rocked her hips back and thrust into her. Tannah felt her butthole clench around the hard shaft as it slid up her ass. She felt her pussy drool into the bedding while her clitoris throbbed for attention.

“Ahh, oohh, ohh!’ Tannah complained while Aretta fucked her butt, counting each push into Tannah’s ear. Tannah spread herself out beneath the woman, sighing as she accepted her punishment. Aretta put a hand on Tannah’s shoulder and squeezed it, and Tannah blushed even hotter as she submitted.

Tannah clenched involuntarily each time Aretta drove her pelvis against her, the slick rod of her phallus pushing between her cheeks and sliding into her.

“Ten … eleven … twelve,” Aretta grunted, her calves taut as Tannah caressed them with the soles of her feet, the hard bulb of Aretta’s penis thrusting deep with every shove of her hips. Tannah moaned through clenched teeth as Aretta dominated her, pulling her hair while making smooth humping motions, her breasts pressed flat beneath her, her face warm from humiliation.

“Ohhh … please …” Tannah shivered, her butthole aching around Aretta’s surging cock, her butt and back sweating from the heat of her body.

“Twenty,” Aretta hissed into Tannah’s ear, yanking her head to one side as she spat the last syllable. She released her grip on Tannah’s scalp and lifted herself up slowly.

“Hahh,” Tannah gasped as Aretta pulled the fat head of the phallus out of her asshole and climbed off of her. Tannah sat up and turned around, hearing leather rub against leather as Aretta undid her harness and let it fall.

The smell of Aretta’s pussy filled her nostrils as she faced the woman. She stared for a moment at Aretta’s blonde bush, her pubic hair nearly invisible under the candlelight. Tannah looked up at Aretta while the woman lifted her tunic over her head, freeing her breasts and exposing her perky nipples.

Tannah placed her hands on Aretta’s muscular thighs. She saw the woman toss her top aside and look down, a vacant expression on her pink face. She grabbed Tannah by the hair again and pulled her face rudely against her cunt as she took a step closer.

Tannah extended her tongue along the underside of Aretta’s sex, pushing her labia apart as she licked its slippery opening. She hummed softly, drawing Aretta’s moisture toward her mouth with gentle tongue strokes, letting it cover her lips and palate, savoring its slimy texture.

“Ohh yeah, eat my pussy you cheating whore,” Aretta cursed, rocking her hips and grinding her mons against Tannah’s nose. Tannah moaned from the pain in her scalp as Aretta held her and as she squealed she felt the woman’s clitoris throb against her upper lip.

“Mmmh,” Tannah whimpered as she sucked on the firm node, her licks pulling its hood back so that she could feel the bare nub pulsing with Aretta’s arousal. Aretta’s cunt oozed warm nectar into her mouth as she gathered her minora between her lips, her knuckles white against Aretta’s muscled thighs as she craned her neck and let her saliva mix with the sweet stuff.

“Haahhh, lick up all my cum you dirty slut,” Aretta sighed as she rode Tannah’s face, the smell of groin sweat filling Tannah’s nostrils, her lips slimy with Aretta’s juices. Tannah breathed in the smell of her lover’s pussy, tonguing its wet opening, burying her nose in the woman’s blonde bush.

“Oooh, you like that?” Aretta moaned, rubbing her slick cunt across Tannah’s lips. Tannah blushed as she swallowed a mouthful of saliva, Aretta’s syrupy juices clinging to her tongue.

“Ahhh!” Aretta gasped, her pussy drooling across Tannah’s cheeks as she rocked her pelvis, holding Tannah’s head between her thighs. “I’m about to cum all over your pretty mouth bitch,” Aretta groaned, “you ready?”

“Mmmhhmmff,” Tannah grunted, her words muffled by Aretta’s sex, whimpering softly as she tugged at her scalp. Tannah could feel Aretta’s hips begin to tremble as she kissed and sucked the wet flesh between her legs.

“Ohh, here it comes,” Aretta gasped, riding Tannah’s mouth, her cunt wet with spit and her juices. “Ahhh ahhhhhh …!” Aretta moaned thrusting her pelvis forward sharply. “Ahhh … oohhh I’m cumming,” she squeaked, her hands shaking against Tannah’s head as she squirmed in place, rubbing her thigh sweat all over Tannah’s cheeks as she orgasmed.

“Mmhmmf,” Tannah grunted as Aretta rolled her hips forward, smearing pussy juices across her lips. Aretta shivered, jerking in place as her climax slowed. Tannah gazed up at her, her mouth burning, her brow sweating while Aretta came on her face.

Finally she released Tannah’s head and stepped back. Tannah licked the corners of her mouth and wiped her cheeks clean while looking up at her blushing lover, the scent of her womanhood lingering in her nostrils.

“Feel better now?” Tannah asked. Aretta slapped her, her palm stinging Tannah’s cheek worse because of the moisture on her face. Tannah smiled and watched Aretta turn then sit lazily down on her bedding and lay back. Light from the candle seemed to animate her unmoving expression as she stared at the tent roof.

Tannah crawled toward her, studying her face. She sat beside her on the bed and spread her legs to masturbate, leaning over and petting the side of Aretta’s head while running one finger along the furrow of her sex.

“That was exciting,” Tannah sighed, stroking her pussy as she spoke. “For a minute I started to wonder if you were actually mad at me,” she said, curling her digits inside herself.

“Well, I am a little … I guess,” Aretta responded after a few moments. “I know you’ll never be mine, at least not completely … and still, I feel my stomach tie itself in knots every time I see you with someone else.”

Tannah dug her heels into the bedding and rocked her hips, her knuckle touching her labia, her vagina rough against her finger tips. Tannah took a deep breath and felt it turn into a yawn. She looked down at her pussy, her dark bush damp and matted to one side atop her mons.

She teased her clitoris with the tip of one finger. It had been a good day Tannah decided. She had beaten her foes on the battlefield and got fucked three times in one night. She removed her hand from her cunt, tracing her wetness across her naked stomach, her skin still sticky with Beustalar’s seed.

Despite how wet she was Tannah decided to cum later.

“I’m a slut,” Tannah admitted, “I’m sorry if that frustrates you,” she said as she brushed blonde hair over Aretta’s ear. “Though, not that sorry,” Tannah laughed, “you abuse me so well when you’re angry.”

Tannah scrunched up her nose as she thought about how great it felt. Her asshole was still sore and her lips burned from Aretta’s orgasm.

“Hah,” Aretta scoffed, “I’m glad you enjoyed it then.” Aretta turned over on her side. Tannah laid there for a moment, staring at Aretta’s bare ass and back, before leaning close and pulling a blanket over both of them.

Tannah wrapped an arm around Aretta’s warm body and hugged her close. She yawned and kissed her between the shoulder blades.

The next morning when Aretta opened her eyes she was still dimly aware of Tannah’s arm draped across her ribs. She surrounded her slender hand with her own and squeezed it, pressing it to her breast. She kissed Tannah’s fingers, catching a whiff of the pussy juices still clinging to her skin as she did it.

She slipped carefully out of Tannah’s embrace and stood up, surveying the ground for her clothes and realizing with dismay that she left her pants in Beustalar’s tent. Aretta groaned in irritation and threw the tent flap open.

Heads turned toward her as she walked between people, the cool morning air kissing her naked body, making her shiver. She barged into Beustalar’s tent and saw her pants laying on the ground before him.

“Oi, excuse me!” Beustalar complained as the sun hit his face. He sat nude in the middle of the room, his cock hanging limp between his thighs. He looked her up and down, taking in her picturesque figure, his gaze lingering on her bare tits and cunt.

“Hah, nevermind, come on in,” he chuckled as she leaned over and snatched the garment at his feet. She stood up straight and sneered at him as he focused on her blonde bush, his penis growing slightly erect as he looked at her.

Aretta saw a smirk on his lips as he admired her nudity. The expression aroused some anger in her and she gritted her teeth and growled as she whipped around and left.

She made her way back to her bed, not caring who looked at her. Of all the men in her camp why did Tannah have to fuck him, she wondered. She knew why of course, he was a big handsome man with a large cock and powerful hips, but still …
Aretta stormed into her tent and saw Tannah sitting up atop the bedding with a hand on her face, her hair a complete mess. She looked up and Aretta avoided her gaze, looking around the floor for her underwear. She caught a glimpse of the strap-on cock and wondered if she should put it on for later.

Instead she grabbed a delicate pair of panties off of the floor and pulled it snugly up against her womanhood. She shoved a foot through one pant-leg and drew her pants up around her hips. Aretta moved toward the spot where her shirt was laying and felt a hand on her chest. She turned and saw Tannah standing up, completely naked.

Tannah moved in close, kissing her forehead as Aretta looked down. She wanted so badly to throw the woman onto her bedding and make love to her, but remembering her and Beustalar together made the idea sour in her mind.

“Are you okay?” Tannah asked, “We’re riding out in just two hours, I need you in a mood for bloodshed today,” she said, cradling her head in her hands. Aretta pushed her hands away angrily and took a step back, then she grabbed Tannah and pressed her lips to hers. She kissed her deeply, feeling her vagina muscles tighten as Tannah’s tongue moved against the inside of her cheek.

She backed away after a long passionate moment, her juices soaking the crotch of her underwear and her mouth watering for more.

“Well …” Aretta said, bending over and grabbing her tunic off the floor, “then you’ve done a good job,” she barked, pulling her top over her head and gritting her teeth as the fabric rubbed across her erect nipples.

The corners of Tannah’s lips curled up in a slightly unsure smile and she exited the tent completely nude.

The next hour was a blur of preparations as the entire company donned their gear, tended to their mares and ate breakfast. Aretta noticed a few more eyes than usual on her as she consumed a light meal of boiled oats.

She was happy for any kind of distraction that morning, anything to keep her mind off of the impending battle, even drama. She was certainly ready to kill to protect Tannah, her general, her lover. She was ready, even though she’d never taken the life of a human, or a reptile.

“I am ready aren’t I?” she thought to herself. She was more prepared to kill than to die, she decided, realizing that her heart was racing. Aretta took a deep breath and stared at her breakfast, hoping the adrenaline of combat would make things easier.

“Don’t think, just do what needs to be done,” someone said. She looked up and saw Gerhas sitting across the table and to the left of her. Aretta glared at the man who’d tried to rape her, unsure if she should take his advice. She hadn’t even realized he was there, that kind of lapse in awareness was unlike her.

“You’re shaking,” he said, glancing at her hand. Aretta looked down and saw her spoon wobbling in the bowl. She heard Gerhas set his utensils down and stand up, slipping out from between two broad shouldered men and walking away without looking back.

Aretta gritted her teeth and then put another spoonful of warm goop in her mouth as she watched him retreat. Despite her hatred for the man Aretta took his advice, expunging all thought of death and bloodshed from her mind.

Her other frustrations greatly helped steer her thoughts while Tannah pulled the straps of her breastplate tight. She didn’t say anything as the gorgeous dark haired woman dressed her in armor, locking her in with sharp tugs until her whole body was clad in metal.

Tannah held Aretta’s helmet under her arm and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. Aretta leaned back avoiding her lips and Tannah smirked. Instead she kissed the palm of her hand and slapped Aretta playfully in the face, then grinned and dropped her helmet at her feet.

Aretta’s eyes grew wide and she blushed hotly, glaring at Tannah’s leather wrapped butt as she turned away and left the tent without another word. Aretta tightened her arming cap under her chin with reckless yanks of her fingers and picked up her helm, lowering it over her head to conceal the rage on her face.

“Hyah!” Aretta shouted, less than an hour later, kicking her mare into a gallop as the war horns blared. Metal plates scraped together all around her as the train of warriors rode over the hill, their hooves beating the road in a rapid rhythm.

Primitive huts appeared in the clearing below as Aretta topped the hill, riding beside Tannah, her hands clutching the reins.

Greenish bodies stood still along a worn road crisscrossing the ramshackle village, their feathered heads pointed toward Tannah and her mercenaries. Aretta saw a lithe, feminine looking, lizard-person run into her house and slam the door.

The company fanned out as they descended. The riders at the head of their group raised slings holding balls of linen doused in pitch and lit them with torches. The enemy seemed to stare wide-eyed as Tannah’s men hurled their blazing packages.

They struck thatch roofs, setting the huts ablaze easily under the dry sunny weather as the burning balls rolled across them and fell to the ground. The villagers fled as the company charged through their narrow street, brandishing spears and lances. Aretta heard hisses of anger as the creatures took cover and hid.

She glanced left and right, watching for signs of danger. She saw only reptilians, fleeing and scared, riding past a scaled body that had been run through with a lance, dragged, and left to bleed out in the dirt. She thought about it for only a moment and it sickened her, but she gritted her teeth and focused on her anger, squeezing the reins tightly against her palm.

A horn sounded and Aretta turned her head, peering through her face guard and seeing dust rising in the distance.

“The enemy, northeast!” a voice called out. Aretta glanced at Tannah and saw her signal to follow as she pulled on the reins to direct her mare down one of the side streets. She looked at the woman’s butt couched in her saddle, allowing the memory of it bare and jiggling in Beustalar’s tent to seep into her mind.

She felt her blood boil and clutched her spear as she rode close-by. She rode between blazing huts toward a scene of absolute chaos. Those tall pointed clubs were flailing in the distance, barely visible over the towering armored riders.

She saw a muscled man knocked to the ground by a charging steed and trampled as others fell behind him. Despite the ferocity of their warriors their line was no match for Tannah’s mounted charge, and soon Aretta’s horse was marching between green-skinned bodies laid across the road as they advanced.

They emerged into the plain and Aretta could see the massive horde mounting before them. She had never seen so many armed fighters in her life. Daunted, her heart began to thump faster in her chest but she remained by Tannah’s side.

Soon, as they spread out to meet their foe with the village burning at their backs Aretta could see them closing in. One muscled lizard man ducked under a lance and charged low toward the deeper ranks. Instinctively Aretta dropped out of the saddle and raised her spear, taking him in the throat.

She felt the weight of his body through her arms as he collided with her weapon, its forked head digging into his neck and stopping him in his tracks. He hit the earth and coughed up foamy gore as she yanked her spear out of him. She let everything fade into the back of her mind as she saw three more creatures dodge spears and rush toward her.

She was dimly aware of Tannah, on foot beside her, her shield raised and her blade bare. She saw two spears transfix one of the enemies running toward her and turned to focus on the other two. She thrusted, pulled back and then drove her arm forward again in a feint that slipped past the enemy’s guard and pushed her spear point into his eye.

In a split second the other creature’s club came toward her and was knocked away by Tannah’s shield. She caught a glimpse of his bare chest oozing blood from a gash across it, Tannah’s blade dripping crimson as it ended its arc. Wounded, he stepped back but Tannah lunged, slashing open his neck and dropping him under the feet of his advancing allies.

Aretta saw round shields and roughly carved spears advancing behind the thinned line of club warriors that no-doubt served as shock troops. She turned her body as two spear points were aimed at her, narrowly avoiding one while the other skidded off of her breastplate.

“Grrrahhh!” she shouted, deftly slipping past the shield of one attacker and pushing her weapon into his chest. She held it in place with one hand and gripped the shaft that had slid past her, yanking it away with a gauntleted fist.

One of their wooden poles struck her helmet hard, making her stumble. Aretta pulled her spear from her enemy’s body and rammed it into the shoulder of the creature who replaced him. She yanked it back as he recoiled from the injury and then drove it into the ribs of the foe who was facing off against Tannah.

“Erraaachh!” he howled right before Tannah’s curved blade lopped off his hand at the wrist. The lizard man brandished his gushing stump, splattering blood across Aretta’s face-plate as he fell against the row behind him.

Aretta saw the faces of the creatures in the further ranks. Despite their reptilian eyes and features she recognized the terror on their faces as their weapons were turned away by armor. Tannah’s line moved forward as enemy spearmen fell, their primitive phalanx propping up the injured as they slid to the ground.

Still they pushed past the impaled bodies that leaned into them and came jabbing their sharpened points at Tannah and Aretta and the outnumbered men beside them. Four came at them at once, squaring off cautiously with their weapons resting against their shields.

A spear scraped across Aretta’s tasset and she turned as it was deflected, catching it between her thighs and snapping its point off, riposting with a thrust that stuck in her foe’s shield as he backed away.

She yanked it free just in time to take a poke at the man on his left, causing him to halt his attack and step back. Aretta turned her body and drove her spear point into the exposed thigh of the creature to his right, dropping him to one knee as he screamed in agony.

Through the slits of her helm she saw Tannah run him through, catching another spear under her arm, turning and breaking it with her shield arm as she withdrew her blade from his body.

Aretta knocked away her remaining enemy’s spear as it came sailing toward her neck, then gripped her weapon with two hands to pull it out of the meat of her victim’s leg. He thrust at her again and she ducked under it, then jabbed her point at his ankle.

The man nimbly yanked his foot away and Aretta’s point struck air, but she hooked his other ankle with the forked tip of her weapon, tripping him. He landed on his side, exposing his body to her and Aretta thrust her spear point into his stomach.

Suddenly another spear head struck her pauldron and rattled her helm as it skidded off. She growled as she pulled her weapon out of her enemy’s gut, sidestepping another thrust.

“Hraaah!” she shouted, slamming the shaft of her spear against the attacker’s weapon as he thrust it carelessly under her arm. It bent against her body and shattered, then she shifted her stance and drove her point under the shield of her attacker as he raised it to block Tannah’s blade.

She drew back and studied the row of hesitant enemies facing her. Aretta could only make out another two ranks of warriors through the dust and chaos of bodies. The shouts of people and the cries of the injured was a cacophony that was beginning to make her head hurt.

Then a horn sounded. Aretta didn’t recognize the pattern, then she realized it was the enemy. The creatures before her began taking steps backward, pressing shoulder to shoulder to cover the flight of their allies. Aretta could hear horses galloping in the distance and lizard men hissing words in a foreign language.

Aretta felt Tannah’s gauntleted hand on her arm and turned her head to see Tannah walking back through the ranks of her men. Confused, she followed the woman back to where their horses were and watched her put a foot in the stirrup and throw her leg over the animal.

“It’s a rout girl, ready your horse, we’ll catch them in the plain beyond the trees, hyahhh!” she cried out, pulling the rein and kicking her beast as Aretta scrambled.

She lifted herself into the saddle and sat down, clutching the reins in one hand and trailing behind while more armored warriors began doing the same. Aretta caught a glimpse of the broken enemy phalanx as she rode past, segments of men standing shoulder to shoulder, as iron clad mercenaries surrounded them.

Her heart thumped to the rhythm of the hoofbeats and she could taste blood in her mouth. She saw them emerge from the trees and into the open as they fled toward a smoke signal in the distance.

Aretta and the others closed quickly, darting into the crowd of foes travelling two-to-three bodies per horse. Aretta raised her spear, poking at the driver of one heavily overburdened beast. He evaded the first thrust, turning to look at her with fury in his yellow eyes.

Aretta kicked her steed and raced ahead, spearing their mount in the breast and watching it fall, sending three lizardmen into a tumble that tripped the horse behind them as they all disappeared into the dust.

She saw Tannah ride through her field of view, drawing her blade across an animal’s ass, causing it to startle and drop its rider. The weapon was ideal for this type of combat she realized. It was able to cut flesh with little chance it would get lodged and it was just as useful up close.

Another pair rode up beside her and she batted a small club away with her shield, her curved sword opening up the side of her attacker’s neck in the same motion, causing blood to fountain down the side of his beast as he fell limp in the saddle. The club slipped from the passenger’s fingers and Tannah sliced the driver across the ribs as she rode past.

Aretta saw his entrails dangling until they were caught in the feet of the animal and torn from his body. His insides spilled over the creature’s mane while he grasped at his intestine with one bloody hand.

Aretta lost count of how many she slew after that. Sometimes she’d be struck by clubs as she stabbed them, running them through with her spear, hooking them with it’s fork and dragging them out of the saddle to die under the hooves of fleeing allies. Just like every other job she’d ever done, soon she felt removed from it, and she acted without thinking just like Gerhas advised.

When Aretta finally dismounted she felt dizzy and had to remove her helm to retch into the dirt. It wasn’t until she wiped the bile from her lips that she realized how much blood was on her face. She sensed a tender spot on her eyebrow as she felt around and realized one of the blows to her head must have split the skin above her eye.

When Tannah found her sitting above a pool of her own vomit with blood streaming down her face she came quickly and knelt beside her, removing her own helmet and inspecting her closely. The cool air felt amazing against her skin as Tannah touched her face.

The sounds of the injured being put to death all around her gave Aretta a dark sense of comfort. The battle was over. She let out a relaxed sigh as Tannah spoke words that she was too out of sorts to understand.

“Hey!” Tannah nearly shouted into Aretta’s face, startling her. “… I said, are you injured!?” Aretta stared into Tannah’s eyes and then shook her head, feeling numb.

“I don’t think so,” she answered, her vision narrow. Over the dark haired woman’s shoulder Aretta saw a man drive a blade into a wounded enemy’s stomach while the creature tried with futility to grab at the sword edge, his hands too slippery with his own blood to grasp it.

“Come with me,” Tannah said, taking Aretta by the hand and standing up. After a short ride her and Tannah were back at the camp inside her tent together, their armor folded up neatly to the side while Tannah dabbed at Aretta’s scrapes with a wet cloth.

“I wasn’t ready for this,” Aretta said, her voice monotone. “I wasn’t ready for that kind of violence … and you knew it.” Tannah looked briefly into her eyes as she pressed the cloth to her skin.

The stitching in her eyebrow felt like a swollen lump that was mostly numb from the needle passing through it over and over, but she still winced when Tannah put pressure on it.

“It isn’t like a fight in the training yard, that’s true,” Tannah said as she studied Aretta’s face for more cuts. “But you get used to the chaos. Unfortunately there aren’t many drills that will prepare you for a real battle.”

Tannah leaned back, crouching between Aretta’s legs. She took Aretta’s hand and placed it on the cloth to hold it in place while she reached for a bandage, then began wrapping it around the top of Aretta’s head.

Aretta thought about the scene in the village. What had happened to the creature who had fled into her home? She was afraid to ask about the fate of those living there.

Once when she was a girl they’d burned a woman alive in the town square in Aumtgrist. She didn’t recall that woman’s crimes, all she remembered was the smell and the way her skin peeled back while she screamed.

As the day wore on more of Tannah’s warriors returned from the battlefield. A few of them came back on liters with their armor stripped off. The injured men took up only a single tent and the dead were arrayed along the outskirts of the camp.

Seeing these men with their bodies broken and mangled from the waist down or their faces battered and unrecognizable made Aretta feel lucky to be alive. Two of them died simply by falling from their horses and three of them had lost their helmets in the fighting, giving the enemy an opportunity to thrust a spear into their throat or land an unexpected blow from a club.

The day was mostly a blur until the first dinner shift, but seeing Tannah stand in front of her men to deliver a speech about the day’s work grounded her a bit.

“Today, we lost seven honorable men,” Tannah shouted from atop one of the cluttered wooden tables. “Through mere circumstance seven of our number gave themselves to whatever gods they prayed to … and for their loss each of them sent over a hundred of the enemy to their grave!” A chorus of hoots and battlecries went up all around Aretta. Wine splashed her ankle as it spilled from a mug raised high in celebration.

“Today our company won a major victory against intruders into our realm! We have annihilated their central stronghold and shown them that even at their fullest fighting potential, outnumbering us nearly twenty to one, they cannot best us!” she called out, causing an even louder outburst of approval.

Tannah looked around at the cheering crowd. Aretta thought she could see the corner of her lip curl upward in a smile as she watched them yell and get rowdy with one-another.

“This beast isn’t slain yet, but we’ve thrust a spear deep into it, and tomorrow we will pursue it … and as it bleeds out and dies we will give it no space to lick its wounds and recover its strength! We will hound it until it is gone from this land or from this earth!” This time their shouts went up as she spoke, rising in volume even as she spat the final syllables of her declaration.

She raised her mug and drank deeply, wine spilling down her cheeks as she finished it off.

“Hurrah!” she exclaimed and the men echoed her as she stepped down off the table and into the cheering mass of bodies. Aretta pushed through the crowd until she was directly behind Tannah, following her despite a train of her advisors all huddling around.

Tannah disappeared into her tent, shoving away the first man who tried to follow her inside. Aretta glanced at them as she squeezed past and slipped between the tent flaps.
She saw Tannah sitting with her legs crossed atop her bedroll. Aretta studied her for a moment, then approached and sat down across from her.

She reached out and touched Tannah on the cheek. Tannah turned and kissed Aretta’s palm softly.

“How are you feeling?” Aretta asked.

“A little tired, I guess,” she answered, taking Aretta’s hand away and squeezing it tenderly as she let it rest in her lap. “I know we accomplished something great today but I’ve barely had a moment to think.”

Aretta stared down at Tannah’s thigh, gathering her emotions, unsure what to say next.

“You know …” Tannah began, shaking her head, seeming to remember something. “I once helped a gang of men kill every man and child in a village, burn it to the ground and take the women to be used for sex,” Tannah said, staring into the distance.

“You were an outlaw?” Aretta asked, wide-eyed in disbelief.

“I was taken captive by a gang of hill people when I was young, and given to their leader as a wife,” Tannah explained. “When he couldn’t get me pregnant he taught me how to fight and how to lead. Gods I hate him for teaching me so much,” she admitted, taking a swig from her water flask.

Being raped was something Aretta was familiar with.

She was grabbed once in an alleyway behind the temple when she was an orphan girl. Three older boys beat her and fucked her for almost an hour and the only thing that kept her from crying for help was their promise that they would let her go once they were done.

Having her virginity stolen in such a violent and unfair way was what made Aretta take up fighting in the first place. Thinking about it still made her grit her teeth in anger.

“So, anyways, yeah, I used to be a bandit, now you know,” she chuckled, looking down at the ground. “Sometimes I forget how ruthless I had to be then. I could have led that band …”

Aretta reached out and caressed Tannah’s wrist as she spoke.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” Aretta said. “I’m glad you’re here doing the King’s work instead.” Tannah laughed darkly.

“Yeah? And why is that?” she asked, looking up from her reverie. “Is it because we’re in his realm? Is a king’s decree all the justification you need for this kind of work? Hah!” There was a brief silence.

“You know, the hill people were a country once,” Tannah said. “They had their own king and their own laws, until westerners came and took their land, forced them into the hills and forests,” she explained.

“The invaders, our people, turned the captured men and women into slaves for work and pleasure. Hill women were valued highly because their skin was a little darker, so slavers and some nefarious lords started raiding the remaining villages.”

“For years, whenever a town needed some extra gold they would just sell off chunks of land outside their domain. If it was land owned by hill tribes then they’d rest assured that the king would send knights to defend it.”

Aretta considered Tannah’s words, unsure if they were just Tannah’s beliefs or hard facts.

“Those people begged Hanmer’s grandfather for assistance,” Tannah continued, “but he insisted they capitulate. So instead they started acting like us, raiding us, taking women and weapons and selling them across the border.” Tannah laughed sardonically.

“I’ve never heard that before,” Aretta admitted.

“Yeah, it’s amazing what people forget sometimes,” Tannah said. “Today we assume their territory is part of Hanmer and Baoryd’s kingdoms because everyone has forgotten that we’re still technically at war with the people that live there.”

“The tribes that survive today are all warrior societies that value plunder, and slave-taking. Those were the people that made me who I am.”

“So, why do you do it then?” Aretta asked, a little confused. “Why fight for such a corrupt monarchy given what you know?”

Tannah chuckled.

“I don’t think there is a monarch that wouldn’t have done those things,” she said. “You see, the most benevolent king could only ever bring happiness to his own people, so the question arises, do you let foreign people suffer under someone else’s rule or do you bring your benevolence to them through conquest?”

Aretta stared back at Tannah for some seconds, noting the intensity in her stare and unsure if she should try to answer the question.

“That’s the function of a king, to take what they can, and rule over it. I’m not sure what the hill people were like before we came, no-one really knows,” Tannah said, her gaze going down to her lap as she spoke, “but I know how their society is now and none of what’s left is worth saving.”

There was a brief silence, then Aretta had a thought.

“What about the creatures we’re fighting now?” Aretta asked, “are their ways worth preserving, do you think?” Tannah looked up briefly, then she looked away. She took a deep breath and exhaled, then licked her lip slowly in contemplation.

“You aren’t sure, are you?” Aretta said, watching her lover think. “You came here expecting to find hill people, and now you find yourself possibly doing the same thing that Hanmer did.” Tannah’s mouth tightened as her gaze met Aretta’s again.

“I’m right, aren’t I,” Aretta said when Tannah didn’t speak.

“We have a job to do, it doesn’t matter what I think,” Tannah responded, staring at the floor for a bit before finally looking into Aretta’s eyes again.

“It does matter. I can see on your face how much it matters Tannah,” Aretta told her.

She reached out and put her hands on Tannah’s head, brushing her hair away from her eyes and gazing into them. She had such beautiful green eyes and it made Aretta sad looking into them, knowing her turmoil.

She leaned in, placing her lips against Tannah’s gently.

“You’ll do the right thing,” Aretta said between kisses, “I know you will.”

Tannah didn’t kiss her back at first, then slowly she reciprocated, working her tongue into Aretta’s mouth, wrapping her arms around her and tonguing her palate as she pulled her close.

They kissed passionately, their breasts pressing together, collapsing onto Tannah’s bedroll as one. Tannah rolled on top of Aretta and lifted her tunic up over her head, her bare tits dropping free, exposing her pink nipples while Aretta wriggled out of her clothes beneath her.

She felt Tannah’s strong hands on her chest, kneading her naked breasts while she pulled her top over her head. Tannah made slow humping motions with her hips, rubbing her groin against Aretta’s mons through two layers of fabric.

Aretta felt her cunt tighten and grow moist against the crotch of her trousers, her nipples becoming stiff between Tannah’s fingers. When she could see Tannah’s face again the woman leaned in to resume their kiss, her lips wet and her breaths warm against her cheek as their mouths moved in tandem.

Tannah’s hands travelled downward and she shimmied out of her pants while their tits squished together. Aretta’s mouth began to water as she smelled her lover’s pussy. Tannah crawled backward across her body, pressing her face between Aretta’s breasts, planting kisses on her stomach and then tugging at her trousers.

She felt the soaked crotch of her pants being peeled away from her cunt as Tannah pulled them down, pressing her face into her blonde bush, biting at her pubic hair as her womanhood was exposed.

“Ahhh,” Aretta moaned as Tannah licked her clitoris. She felt it stiffen between Tannah’s lips as she sucked on it, then she sighed while Tannah’s tongue moved up between her labia and across the aroused nub.

Aretta squirmed as Tannah ate her pussy, kicking her pants off the rest of the way while rocking her pelvis as Tannah licked her sex hungrily.

“Mmmmm,” she hummed, pressing her mouth against Aretta’s cunt. Aretta gasped and grabbed Tannah’s head as the woman pushed her tongue through her minora.

“Hahhh haaah,” she sighed, bucking her hips while Tannah probed the inside of her womanhood. Tannah’s fingers dug into her thighs as she held Aretta’s pussy against her mouth, her nose rubbing against her clitoris, warm saliva dripping down her butt.

Aretta dug her heels into Tannah’s back, clinging to her scalp and riding the flat of her tongue. She stared into Tannah’s eyes, seeing her peer over the mane of blonde hair atop her mons while she licked the opening of her womanhood.

“Ahhh,” Aretta squealed, running her fingers through Tannah’s hair, closing her thighs around her ears and squirming as Tannah drooled along her pussy. She blushed deeply as Tannah’s tongue slid between her labia again. She felt it move inside of her and her vagina clenched tightly around it, her toes curling as she enjoyed it.

“Oh, ohh Tannah that feels really good,” she moaned, her face hot as Tannah licked her cunt, reaching inside her with the tip of her tongue and sucking the moisture off of her erect clitoris.

“Ahhh, oohh Tannah kiss me!” she gasped, spreading her legs wide and caressing Tannah’s head while humping her mouth. Tannah lifted her face from Aretta’s sex and licked her lips as she climbed up and laid on top of her, pressing her tits flat.

“Mmmmh,” Aretta sighed as Tannah’s mouth touched hers. She could smell her vagina on the woman’s face and taste it on her tongue as it slid between her lips. Aretta kissed her passionately, tears rolling down the sides of her face, her hips rolling forward and back, her bush grinding against Tannah’s.

Tannah’s hands moved up her arms to her palms and she held her against the floor, their fingers interwoven. Aretta straddled Tannah’s leg and moved against her, letting her thigh muscle rub against her cunt. She shivered in ecstasy. Tannah’s pussy pressed against her, leaving a trail of warm slime on her skin as she rocked her hips.

“Nnnnhhh,” Aretta squeaked as they rode gently against each other, their lips locked, each of them salivating profusely into the other’s mouth. Aretta’s nipples poked into Tannah’s breasts, and sweat moistened Tannah’s waist. Their tongues intertwined and Aretta could taste her own sweet arousal sticking to Tannah’s lips and palate.

Aretta’s pelvis rocked and her juices flowed thick across Tannah’s upper thigh. Her clitoris throbbed as she humped Tannah’s leg and gasped through her nose.

“Mmm,” Tannah sighed into Aretta’s mouth, her pelvic bone digging into Aretta’s leg, her pussy wet against Aretta’s skin. Tannah’s muscles tightened. She squeezed Aretta’s hands and her thighs clenched, her cunt slimy with her arousal as she dragged it across her leg.

“Ahhh, I’m … cumming already, I’m so …” Tannah moaned, her womanhood slick, her cheeks turning red. “… I’ve been horny all day,” she gasped, her voice and body trembling, her breasts sticky with sweat.

“It’s okay,” Aretta whispered, feeling Tannah grip her leg with her thighs as she came. Aretta twisted her hands free and embraced Tannah, feeling her tremble as she kissed her neck and stroked her head. “Cum on me Tannah,” she sighed, riding the woman’s strong upper leg while she shivered in orgasm on top of her.

Aretta bit Tannah’s neck playfully, feeling her vagina suck against her thigh as it tightened. Aretta held Tannah close and rolled on top of her, kissing her while breathing in deeply, letting the smell of Tannah’s hair and sweat fill her lungs.

She sat up and slid her pelvis forward, pushing their groins together. She could feel Tannah’s clitoris throb between her labia and she shivered in excitement, placing a hand on Tannah’s breast and giving it a squeeze.

Tannah looked up at her with an interested smile on her face, her lips parted and her cheeks rosy. Aretta rocked her hips and saw Tannah’s eyes roll back. She rubbed her pubic bone sensually against Tannah’s pussy, her clitoris stiffening as it slid along the wet furrow of her sex.

“Ahhhhh,” Aretta gasped as she humped Tannah’s cunt, thrusting against her like a man, letting her bush become entangled with Tannah’s and smearing her juices across her hairy mons.

Aretta straightened, angling her pelvis so that her womanhood was in full contact with Tannah’s. She wrapped an arm around Tannah’s leg and lifted it up, clutching it between her breasts while her pussy rubbed against hers.

“Ohhh,” Tannah gasped, “keep doing that,” she said in a shuddering breath, spreading her arms out and clawing at the sheets, their groins pressed tightly together while Aretta moved against her.

“Oohh, keep it up, I might cum again,” Tannah whimpered, her hips bucking sporadically. Aretta ran her fingers across Tannah’s stomach, sighing as she rocked her pelvis.

The smell of sweat and sex rose up from between their legs, filling Aretta’s nostrils every time she breathed in. She gripped Tannah’s knee, holding the woman’s calf between her naked tits, kissing her ankle while grinding against her.

“Ahhh … ahhhhh,” Tannah moaned, curling inward, her chest and face pink, her clitoris throbbing against Aretta’s, their minora slick and squishing together. Aretta felt her vagina tighten and her juices flow across her lover’s cunt as her hips rolled back and forward.

“… Hahh!” Aretta gasped as intense pleasure gripped her by the pussy and overwhelmed her. She felt a tingling heat flash across her chest and face, hardening her nipples and making her back arch.

Her womanhood was open and her nectar flowed abundantly against Tannah, making their groins even slimier as they rubbed together. Aretta’s face twitched and her cheeks burned as she came. She peered down at Tannah’s breasts, watching them shake as the woman quivered in orgasm beneath her.

She reached out and put a hand on Tannah’s face, her lips parted in a silent cry, her toes curling and her vagina muscles tense. Tannah turned her head and put her mouth around Aretta’s fingers, sucking them gently, her eyes closed and her legs spread, gasping through her nose as Aretta fucked her.

“Hhahhh ahhhh …” Aretta squeaked, still thrusting, riding Tannah’s pussy over the peak of her climax, her sweating, sticky groin gliding across her pubic bone while she shivered in release.

Aretta let go of Tannah’s leg and laid across her body, feeling cool moisture all over her skin, slicking her palms as they moved across her breasts on the way to her shoulders.

“Hmmm,” Aretta hummed as her lips touched Tannah’s, her hips still surging steadily as she kissed her lover. The smell of sex seemed to be everywhere, on her face, in her hair and on her fingers as Tannah touched her cheek.

Their tongues wrestled aimlessly for some minutes. Aretta lost track of time as they rolled around together on top of Tannah’s bedding, touching and kissing while getting completely filthy with the day’s residue.

Aretta stared at Tannah’s pretty face as she rested with her nose close to her breasts, her hair a tousled mess, the smell of pussy surrounding her like an aura as she began snoring quietly.

It had been a difficult day, both physically and mentally. Aretta felt stretched thin, but she felt stronger too, and somehow, despite the horror she had endured, she was happy. She looked down at the woman in her arms, her brow still glistening with moisture under the candle’s light.

Going to sleep with happiness in her heart was such a rare thing in Aretta’s life. It made her giddy and a little uncomfortable. For a second she felt scared that she would lose it, then like always, she stopped thinking about the future and let herself bask in the moment.

Without speaking Aretta mouthed the words, “I love you,” and then closed her eyes.