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Scholar and Shield Maiden_Ch 1: Battle WhoreHead bent, squat-shuffling down the narrow tunnel, I kicked something. The sound of it crashing against the wall echoed in the stygian darkness.“Shhhh!” Though soft, the sibilance made me start and I banged my head against the rough stone above.I stopped dead, grabbed her metal corset, and hissed in her ear, “There are snakes down here. I fucking hate snakes!”I could only imagine her sardonic smile when she whispered back, “I’m a lot more dangerous than any serpent or god-snake you ever read about in your moldering books.”It was time to check our progress anyway. No other choice, I sat in the stinking muck, pulled out a diagram of the tunnel system and struck a small light. I heard her shift behind me on her knees and felt her muscular thighs open wide and slide around my buttocks to get closer. Her large breasts pressed against my back and her hair drap3d over my shoulder so she also could look at the markings on the virgin-skin map in front of me.A more unlikely pair never met, bonded, and set out on a common purpose in one night…***“Shaky, shake, make or break!”I cast the bones across the table, leaping bouncing and coming to a resounding ‘crack’ against the wall. They landed crossbones up, a winner. Cheers behind me. My scooping up of the gold and silver coins was abruptly ended by the flat of a broadsword crashing down an inch from my outstretched finger tips.The revelry died as if the gods themselves had throttled the crowd. I looked up the long sword to a sinewy arm, to a pair of muscular square shoulders, and finally an angelic face framed in long auburn hair. Cold, sea-green eyes stared at me. Not pleased. “Double bahis siteleri canlı crossbones, three times in a row. Never!” This shield maiden snatched them up, ran a calloused thumb across the edges and declared, “Shaved,” pointed a finger at me, and shouted, “Cheat!”As if on cue, I swirled my cape about me, threw down a ball and disappeared out the door in a cloud of smoke and sparkles. A block down the road, I paused long enough to examine the small bag of coins I had managed to scoop up, shrugged and continued on my way, until….A hand clasped my shoulder like a bear’s jaws and spun me around to face a very angry young woman. My height and weight, she pointed a dagger at my throat. “You have my money.”I raised an eyebrow, examined her more closely: high cheekbones, straight nose, and below, a pair of the largest and firmest breasts I had ever seen. But all encased in scale mail and leather. “Yes, perhaps you are correct,” and reached for the pouch at my waist. At the same time I pivoted away from the blade, my left arm-guard against the flat of her weapon. My right leg behind her knees, a firm press of my forearm across her chest and she went down like a sack of potatoes flat on her back. A nimble leap as she swept her broad sword free of its sheath slicing at my knees, and, then with a crash, I was down on her chest knocking the wind out of her…. I thought. Hands like steel bands gripped my throat as I simultaneously looped a garrote around hers and pulled it tight. Our eyes bugged at each other as we squeezed and pulled tighter and tighter. Faces reddened and then purpled, lips white, we passed out side-by-side at the same time.Moments passed, canlı bahis and, then through the black haze, I heard next to me on the ground a wheezing voice. “Had enough?”“Fuck you. My money, won it. Cost me a smoke bomb. The god’s know they are hard to come by.”She sat up. Sword in hand, I thought ready to press the issue, she simply said, “Split it.”I saw she was serious, an honest expression on her face. I staggered to my feet, reached out a hand and stated, “Deal,” as I pulled her to her feet.She looked me over, “Don’t look like a thief. More a priest or a scholar but fit enough.”I ignored the hint of disdain in her voice, “Fuck priests. Name’s Sardan.”“Strong name, Hephenic. Mine’s Brin.”“Narsan? The Battle Whores of the Eros tribe?!” I froze realizing what I had just blurted out, readying myself for another fight.She just shrugged and smiled, “Yes. And combat always makes me want a man.” She stared at me harder, measuring me in every way. Seemingly satisfied she took a step forward, grabbed me by my balls, squeezed and declared, “Satisfactory!” By my standards, she wasn’t satisfactory. She was fucking gorgeous… and standing expectantly inches away. Two quick flicks of blades pulled from my sleeves and her breast plates and scale mail slipped to the ground. Another two and her loin cloth and leggings fell into the same heap.She hadn’t moved during her stripping. Then, she put her hands over her head and sensuously stretched and wriggled in front of me. My eyes moved downward: full breasts swaying side to side, stomach muscles rippling, and riveted on the thick snatch of red hair above her pussy.I whipped my cape and cowl off in one motion. My cock was straining bahis siteleri to break free of my loin cloth. She ripped my briefs off, my cock hard, bobbing between us. Two handed, she stuffed my rod half in her dripping cunt. Never had I felt a woman so hot and wet and tight. Standing statue still, only the lips of her cunt squeezed and pulsed, pulling my foot-long member inside her inch by inch until we were nipple to chest. She leaned in and kissed me hard while my hands grasped a breast in each hand and crunched them mercilessly. Her mouth opened, silent. Then her eyes shifted from sea-green to deep blue and she moaned, “Oooohhhh.” I clamped down even harder, digging my fingers deep within the firm flesh. Now stroking my cock in and out of her pussy, she cried out, “Oh… oh… oh… oh… oh…” nonstop.I pulled her up on my hips. As she wrapped her legs around me in a crushing embrace, I rammed her into the alley wall behind us. Bashing her harder and harder into the rough brick… again… and Again… and AGAIN.This woman was as much a warrior in sex as in battle; a true Battle Whore of Eros!Her fingers dug into my back leaving bl00dy furrows as she clenched me even tighter against her. Her whole body vibrated and shuddered against me, her hot breath panting on my neck. Then she came, screaming in my ears like a banshee. The moment her convulsions ended, I threw her to the ground. She scrambled to her knees in front of me and grabbed my raging member in a double handed embrace jerking like she was trying to pull a tree out by its roots. In seconds, I came in long loopy stands in her hair, over her breasts, down the insides of her thighs and then fell to the ground beside her.I yelled in her face, “Whore!”She blared back, “Wimp scholar!”We laughed and then I had a thought. “Brin, I need an experienced sword for a bit of thievery I have in mind. You game?”“Split fifty-fifty?” was all she said and we had a bargain.

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