1. Hypnotryst - Part 1


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

    a woman?” “I find you exquisite, majesty,” he whispered. Sasha waited for more but was not surprised when nothing came; no man before him had dared give voice to his desire for the warrior queen. “Well draw your sword,” she commanded, stepping back further and drawing her own weapon from the scabbard leaning beside the hearth. “Cut me or disarm me and you may have anything else of your choosing. My body is yours to take in any of the ways men speak of in hushed tones.” Sasha saw the young man step back into a defensive pose with his right hand on the hilt of his weapon. “But should you lose,” Anja smiled, “then I shall take you in a way of my choosing.” “My queen,” he said, his hand still on the hilt of his sheathed sword. “But I dare not cut you.” “Then you’d best hope to disarm me,” she said, stepping forward with her blade raised, pointing it at his neck. No doubt having heard of the queen’s games around camp, the warrior quickly adapted and drew his own weapon, touching it to Anja’s to begin the bout. “But you needn’t spare your blade,” she continued, “for Sasha will patch up the loser while the winner reaps her spoils.” Sasha had not witnessed Anja fighting on the field of battle, but by all accounts her duels were rarely as long as this one, itself no longer than two dozen strokes of each sword. Giving away massive advantages in reach and strength, Anja pirouetted away from the boy’s blade where she could and deftly deflected it away from her body where she could not. ...
    Biding until a moment when he was off-balance from a deflected blow, Anja stole forward and nicked the outside of his thigh in a place where Sasha that shown her; a place from which it was almost impossible to bleed to death. Anja pounced again as he stumbled backwards and, with a flick of the wrist almost too fast to see, she twisted the sword from his grip and then propped the flat of her blade between his ankles, sending both the weapon and its owner clattering to the floor in the same instant. She stood hipshot and victorious over her fallen opponent’s chest with the point of her sword a finger’s breadth from his neck; and even in his peril, Sasha saw his gaze flick between Anja’s eyes and the shadows beneath her Valkyrie’s battle skirt. “The difference between victory and defeat can be just a single stroke,” Anja told him in the voice of a master instructing a wayward pupil. “And the same measure may separate the agony of frustration from the ecstasy of fulfilment. That shall be your second lesson tonight, my warrior, for a single stroke is all I require of you before you are dismissed.” The young man listened with interest but limited understanding, entranced as he was by the almost-naked, glistening beauty of the warrior queen standing over him. “Loosen your skirt,” she commanded. From his supine position on the floor, the young warrior unbuckled his battle skirt and laid it open, revealing an impressive manhood that was rapidly firming to peak hardness. “And now mine,” ...
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