1. Siegfried and Alina


    Date: 6/12/2016, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Warrior_Ink, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    To my pleasure, I found that the beast furs were comfortable and soft beneath my body. The fire I had prepared crackled merrily in the hearth, filling the bedchamber with warmth and illumination. My hands lovingly caressed the folds between my thighs, teasing the wetness and sensitivity from my lips. The feeling of soft fur against my bared skin tickled that pleasure, compounding upon the heat of the flame and creating an intense heat that spread to the ends of my body. Sweat began to bead upon my skin, running across my breasts and evaporating in the heat of the flames. I would be alone tonight. The others had gone out on the tundra to hunt, and the long traditions of our order ensured that the younglings would not disturb me so late in the evening. I had recently acquired the furs from a pair of wolves that I shot while on a hunting expedition with some of the others. I had been saddened to kill those beasts, and I thought that they might have once been beautiful creatures, but the others had seen only the ferocious beasts that had attacked us in the night. Awed by my skill - and by my initiative - they had elected to grant me the honor of a second name. It would be one of the sacred names, granted only to a chosen few. Formerly, I was called Alina. My new name was to be 'Alina the Ferocious'. I have spent many of my grown years earning the respect of the men, yet I could no longer speak to the value of such renown. Where the others had once seen me as a feeble woman, they ...
    now lauded me as a ferocious killer of beasts. I regret that I allowed the others to glory in the story of the attack upon our return to our mead hall. I cannot tell you which version of events that I truly prefer. I did not want to think about the wolves, or about the men. Tonight, my thoughts would be my own. I was glad to be alone, for the constant presence of my companions rarely allowed me a moment of such necessary privacy. My honored shield-sister, known to us as Elvira the Voluble, was so named for her particularly loquacious nature. Her nightly conversations could never wait, and they would often last well into the night. I was glad to be rid of her for the night, and I was depending upon her absence for I was completely bare upon my bed. I had nothing but the expectation of privacy to protect my modesty. Among those who had departed for the hunt was a comely man called Siegfried the Humble. The thought of him brought a familiar feeling of shame to my stomach, momentarily overriding the heat of my body. I wanted to think of some other man sharing this moment with me, not that simpleton, but it had been so long since I had that pleasure that the thought of Siegfried returned to me unbidden. I had to admit that this was not an unfamiliar line of thought. I began to wonder how the man might behave in bed, if his normally simple disposition might change when a willing woman fell into his arms. Would Siegfried allow me to mount him, caressing him with tender movements of ...
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