1. Hypnotryst - Part 1


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

    she had seen Anja disarmed by her teachers many times as a child and knew it to be possible, but she also knew that no man had knocked the sword from her hand since her first time of blood – now almost twenty summers past. Sasha returned to the abandoned cottage. With just three rooms and no doors, it was badly in need of repair, but it was also the only permanent structure for miles and set at the top of a rise it was easily defended. The accommodation was really no better than Anja’s tent, but if she did not use it then some soldiers would, and it was difficult enough to keep the peace in a thousand strong army without petty in-fighting. Walking straight past the posted guard, Sasha stopped before the door. “I return, my queen,” she announced to the shadows within. “Come in, Sasha,” called her mistress. Sasha entered; she noticed that Anja had already removed her bracers and shoulder armour. “Will he come?” “I think so, my queen,” Sasha smiled inwardly, knowing that this façade of seduction was a game that existed only in Anja’s imagination. In truth, no man of her army would dare to deny her. “Do you wish to bathe before he arrives?” “I do,” her eyes showed the satisfaction of having her wishes pre-empted. “Thank you Sasha.” Anja rose and walked towards her blonde companion. Although lithe and slim and the same height as Sasha (a full head shorter than most of her soldiers) the two women were in no other way alike. The warrior queen had waves of lustrous black hair ...
    that fell to her shoulder blades; it was tangled now from her day’s exertions, but later Sasha would brush it to a sleek and glowing river of darkness. She worked to loosen the laces of her mistress’s battle corset, pulled to its tightest about her tiny waist but open almost to the garment’s limit at the top to contain the musculature beneath her arms and the fullness of her breasts. Sasha slid her long and clever fingers beneath the corset, gently peeling the leather away from the flawless olive-brown skin before lifting it over Anja’s head, leaving her naked to the waist with just the Valkyrie’s skirt of leather straps to cover her sex. Not for the first time Sasha wondered what effect that sight had on her enemies as her skirts lifted with whirling and leaping swordplay. She admired her queen, but felt she herself could never be so brazen. She drew a dipper of hot water from the pot in the hearth and added it to the cold she had drawn earlier for bathing, then kneeling face to face, Sasha wrung out a cloth and began to gently wash her mistress’s body. Starting at her brow, she wiped slowly around the dark pools of Anja’s eyes, knowing they were staring into her own even though Sasha was unable to meet her gaze and directed her attention steadfastly to the motion of her own hands. Wetting the cloth again, she smoothed it over high and regal cheekbones and back behind the dainty shells of her ears, and then following the strong line of Anja’s jaw she cleaned forwards again, ...
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