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

    anyone looking up, but I had full view of anything below. And what did I see but a patrol of the swine, six of them, and while they weren't 'cross the border, they were too damn close for my tastes. Nae, it couldn't be, but it was, Baron Thrawn himself, leading his men, and bad enough he was a filthy Bordren, but for some reason he was dressed as foolishly as any courtier, with some frilly hat trailing behind him. If the fool had been wearing his armor properly, I'd nae have done it, but I nocked an arrow, took me time, and fired, ripping the silly thing off his head and not even changing the cut of his hair in the process! Then I screamed out in my loudest, deepest voice. "RIDERS OF CARROLWYN!!! CLEANSE OUR LAND OF THE SCOURGE! ATTAAAACK!!!!" I was rewarded by them scattering like quail, with much screaming and yelling amongst them, and they all couldn't even run in the same direction! Five o' them managed to get control and ride back towards the road, but one of 'em had gone into the brush, getting CLOSER to the border! Damnation! That wasn't part o' me plan! Best go run him off. As I rode down the ridge, I pulled me hood up so as not to make it obvious I'm a woman. Quite frankly, if I've to fight, I'd rather it be with the bastard wanting to kill me, not knock me down so he could do far worse. Ah, there was the spaleen, looking lost indeed. His helm was off, and I could see he had a thatch of red hair, looking more like one o' my people than the usual Bordren scum. Now, ...
    If I'd simply sighted him and put an arrow through his throat, no one'd blame me. For some reason though, he didn't seem all that threatening, so I just tracked him. He was lost indeed, and I noticed his helm was dented, perhaps he'd hit a branch as he was running. Maybe he'd dented his thick skull as well, that's why he didn't know how to get back to the border and safety. I gave the screech of an owl, and saw him look around frantically. He was alone, and clearly spooked by being lost with a whole battalion of Carrolwyn perhaps coming through the woods for him. This ought to be fun for me morning. I aimed carefully, and shot behind him, sinking me arrow in the tree not one foot from him. He bolted, further into our lands! Now he was my trophy to be taking, but I'd do it in me own way. After an hour or so of tracking him, he was hopelessly lost, and to make matter worse, my last shot had unhorsed him. Now he was on foot, so t'be sporting, I tied Rory to a tree and told him t'be silent. Then on foot I tracked my prey. He came along Cartan Creek, and stopped for a bit of water, looking around every other second, waiting to be skewered by our entire army. I gave a dark cat yowl, which caused him to run right towards me position, time to take him down! As he ran by me, a simple trip line sent him tumbling, ass over tip, and he was dazed, so I pounced! My knee took him in the gut, and I heard his breath whoosh out, and I'd no need to use my knife as my left caught him on the chin ...
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