1. Hypnotryst - Part 1


    Date: 11/13/2015, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    finishing softly around the queen’s full and parted lips. Sasha washed the warrior queen’s smooth, toned curves; lifting her full breasts to wipe the day’s sweat from the creases beneath them, and when Anja parted her thighs, Sasha dipped lightly and efficiently beneath her Valkyrie’s skirt to wash that part of her which would no doubt be introduced to the young warrior this very night. She finished by anointing her mistress with an oil of her own concoction – made from olives and jasmine and just a breath of rosemary – which she rubbed with practiced ease into Anja’s lean muscles until her brown skin shone in the candlelight like the harvest moon. “Will that be all, my queen?” Sasha asked, hoping to be dismissed before the boy arrived. “Thank you, Sasha,” she said, touching the blonde woman tenderly on her upper arm. “I know the travel is hard on you, but it is such a comfort to have another woman to care for me.” “Thank you mistress,” Sasha bowed and retreated. Loathe to waste warm bath water, she took it to her own chamber where she bathed quickly before it cooled and then enjoyed a modicum of luxury by dotting some of her own scented oil on her neck beneath her ears. Sasha heard a challenge from the guards outside followed by a short conversation in which she could not pick out the words, and then the muted tread of sandals on wood as the soldier entered Anja’s temporary home. The ruinous state of the cottage played to Sasha’s advantage; leaning to a hole in the wall ...
    over her pallet bed, she was able to peek through into the main room where Anja – bare breasted and shining like polished bronze – rose to meet her visitor. “My queen,” the young man fell to a knee, holding out the medallion. “I came upon this coin in the camp. Since it is not mine, I have come to add it to your royal treasury.” Sasha noticed his hair was slightly wet and finger-combed. She silently congratulated him for having the good sense to bathe before presenting before the queen. “Rise, warrior,” Anja commanded softly, standing before him. The young man did so. Sasha had not noticed his height when she saw him seated earlier, but the top of the queen’s head reached barely to the shelf of muscle across his chest. With one hand on that broad expanse, Anja reached with the other beneath the leather straps of his battle skirt. “Many men covet my treasury,” she said in a low contralto. “Is that coin the only treasure you offer for me to place inside it?” Sasha saw the cords along Anja’s forearm flex as she squeezed and massaged what she had found beneath the soldier’s skirt. The young man took a quivering breath. “I am your servant, my queen,” he said in a remarkably even voice. “Anything I have is yours.” “Well I should like to earn my prize, warrior,” she said, releasing him and taking a step back. “As you shall have to earn yours.” “My queen?” “Do you find me beautiful, my warrior?” she asked, combing her raven hair back from her temples. “Would you not have me as a man has ...
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