The Trials of Valeriya 2; Chapter 1/15 - Sex Stories

The Trials of Valeriya 2; Chapter 1/15

Note: The writer of this story is a guy called "Eldest The Third". All 15 chapters were first published on highsmut.blogspot.com . WARNING - ADULTS ONLY Please be advised that this is sexually explicit material and is not to be viewed by minors under the age of 18. If you are not of legal age please close this window immediately. All rights reserved. No part of this text may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author. Copyright © 2014 by High Smut All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. THE TRIALS OF VALERIYA BACK IN BONDS Chapter 1 Vorderreuth, Alfeld Summer, 1003 The Plodding Mammoth inn was packed to the rafters. The stagnant air smelled of a peculiar combination of wood smoke, fried mutton, freshly hurled mead and men-sweat. The din of merrymaking was loud enough to rival even those of the fabled dwarven mead halls. These Alfelders know how to have a good time. Valeriya upended her drink and slammed the empty tankard down on the bar-top. “Another one, Ser Innkeeper!” she shouted merrily. Valeriya had been drinking since eventide—mostly without having to pay for the drinks herself. Well, not pay with coin that is. Her stunning looks, paired with a loose sense of modesty meant that she was instantly popular in any public houses she walked into. If she overlooked the occasional stroking of her bare back and thighs, or the recurrent groping of her ...

... scantily-clad bottom, Valeriya figured she could get an unending river of mead flowing her way. Although those hands possessing the habit or tarrying on no-man’s-business, usually find themselves broken or burnt severely. The patrons kept buying her drinks in hope of getting her drunk and having their way with her. What they failed to realize was that Valeriya could drink most men—and a great many dwarves—under the table any day of the week. Tonight’s admirers seemed to have given up rather soon, the blonde sword-maiden felt. The more fool them, then. She could hold her liquor, true, but Valeriya wasn’t the kind of girl to spend your coin and then not put out—not if she could help it. In most such occasions, after she’d had her fill of alcoholic beverage, Valeriya would make one lucky man’s—generally the cleanest and most well behaved one’s—dream come true. But she was done drinking for the night anyway. One more and she’d grab one of the blundering buffoons and be off to— …What’s that? What broke her reverie? The crowd seemed to have quietened down a little. Then she heard it again: “Sing little man!” someone screamed angrily. Valeriya twisted her neck from her stool and located the source of the ruckus. A large man was looking down on someone with a rather aggressive posture. The blonde leaned further to her right without leaving her seat to get a look at the person who had drawn the bully’s ire, but to no avail. Perhaps he really was what the bellicose Alfelder had called ...