1. The Lady Commands


    Date: 2/9/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex, Written by women, Author: Castlequeen, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    Author's note: After reading some excellent fantasy, I decided yo write some of my own, with some good, dirty sex involved. I hope you like it! There'll be more to come if you do! The Lady Commands-©Castlequeen, 2015 Life is hard at times among my people. Our land is cold, unforgiving and bleak in winters, but in the summers there's nae more beautiful place, trust me! My name is Lady Meghyn Carrolwyn. I'm called "Lady" because me mother died a few years ago, so it's up to me to be called such, except, well, I'm not much a lady it seems. Just ask me father. He's Lord Patrick Carrolwyn, and no stauncher supporter of the King is there. Our land is called Nargarallin, and in the old tongue it means "Garden Of The Gods". We're good supporters of King Anglar, but as we live in the southernmost part of the country, we're right on the border, and that means we see an awful lot of the stinking Bordren, who are our, ah, 'neighbours' to the south. They're cruel, vicious, and for the most part, total barbarians. We've been at war with them many times over the last 300 years, but our natural defenses combined with our better weapons skill make us just about impossible to conquer, and there's just too damn many of them to overrun. So it goes, constant clashes, no major battles, and a lot of nervous people on the borders. Now me title is "Lady", but as I said, I'm nae much of one at times. Oh, I can wear me prettiest dresses, do things with me hair and impress many of my father's ...
    supporters at a banquet, but truth to tell, I'm more comfortable with me tunic and trousers, with my bow over my back and my rapier at my side. Oooch, did ye think I wasn't a warrior? I am. General Danlyn rules me father's troops, but I'm part o' the staff, and I'm ranked as a Knight-Captain when we ride with the King's Own. Now on this fine morning, I was riding far patrol to very edges of our borders. Me an' Rory, he bein' my fine bay gelding, were enjoying the God's own sunshine as the bits of snow were starting to melt an' spring wasn't so far off. We're among the greatest riders in all the world, don't ye know, so we ride by ourselves, having the ability to be fair quiet when we need to be. Things looked quiet, but I knew that less than two leagues from the actual border, there was a keep owned by a Baron Thrawn, he bein' a filthy Bordren swine. His men rarely got too close to the border unless he was riding among them, because for some reason, any one o' the filthy Bordren who got too close had a tendency to get himself pierced with an arrow or two for poking his nose where it wasn't welcome. I'm a crack shot meself, and can take a man out of the saddle from three hundred feet with my longbow. 'Tis nae ladylike I've been told, but I'm not for caring. If something should happen to me younger brother Padraic, I'll be all that's left to carry on our estate. Better to be thought of as not ladylike than dead, I always say. I scanned from me ridgetop, knowing the sun'd shield me from ...
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