Swords with Souls
Medieval Fantasy Fiction
By Dan Watt
(Author of BARD series)
(Author of the Plagueborn series)
– Adult content –
A Gathering of Mourners
As she ate, she learned that the reason the soldiers were here was to put down a revolt by a clan unwilling to join the proper king’s kingdom. The gruff soldier commanded one of the younger soldiers to take her to the followers. As they walked, the soldier steered her between some beech trees. ‘You’re very attractive,’ he told her, gently pressing her up against a tree trunk.
‘Are you going to force yourself on me?’ she asked, her hand sliding over the handle of her curved knife.
‘Never,’ he replied with a boyish grin, and stepped back.
She found him attractive, and he stirred her desire. ‘But you want me?’ she asked seductively.
‘I do. But not forever,’ he said with an experienced voice for one so young. ‘But I will remember forever,’ he continued looking down at her body.
She had taken his hand and placed it on one of her breasts. He was rugged and tender all at once.
That was the beginning of her career. Some of the soldiers she slept with, others she helped heal. To the younger soldiers, she felt like a teacher in the art of desire and it helped her discover the best way to prolong or speed up an orgasm. Seeing the different personalities, except for one, amused her. Sex with some of the commanders was often fast and methodical with lots of grunts and little to no talking. She started using castor oil for those who felt the back door wasn’t considered cheating on their wives. However, there were some soldiers that never visited her or the other girls.
One evening, feeling curious she stealthily followed a noble commander into the woods. Her keen eyesight let her see him stand towards a tree trunk as if to relieve himself. Instead, he took out what appeared to be a section of a woman’s shift. In the darkness it was hard to make out but she thought there was an image embroidered onto the piece of shift. He kept repeating the name Asghari between grunts. In the words of men, the seed will come out one way or another. She still didn’t understand why the noble’s act made her weep that night. She had felt hollow inside, like a voyeur. But her will had always been strong and the feeling soon faded. Some of the soldiers were more daring, taking their time. Like Brent, the soldier who pulled her aside the first day. Not only did he explore her but he did it gently and rhythmically. From him, she learned the joys of sex.
As the army moved deeper into enemy territory, she became enamored towards Brent. Hoping he would lay with her more and more. But war isn’t all sexual passion; it’s also full of horrifying violence. She tried to save Brent after an enemy’s spear tore through his boiled leather breast plate. Shortly after his death, a heavy-set commander started to visit her more often. He was huge and treated her and the other girls like sexual slaves. He would degrade her as he pounded into her, causing her to bleed. Laughing he would grab her hair and tell her how much she liked it. But it wasn’t until she needed to use salves on one of the other girl’s nether regions and on the bruises on her neck, and the missing nipple the commander bit off, that she became enraged.
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