The Amazon and her Granddaughter Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Amazon and her Granddaughter Ch. 03

... granddaughter's room on the eve of a wedding they want to stop carrying a sword, they drew their own weapons and went at her.

She did not think they were evil or killers, they were neither the assassins -- paid to murder in the night -- nor Sir Belgrothian. They were just a couple of ordinary men who'd taken a shilling to bear arms for a local landowner, it paid better than farm labouring and was less wet and cold than fishing. It was just their bad luck they were on duty when Katarinka came to rescue her granddaughter.

It was over in moments, one man dead, the other dying.

Stepping over them Katarinka tried the handle. It was locked, the iron bolt holding fast the heavy wooden door to the stone frame -- too hard to kick through. For a moment Katarinka contemplated going back for the hatchet, it would be easier to use an axe than a sword to break it down, likely quieter too, though that would be relative and she'd have to be quick before someone heard the noise and more guards than she could deal with arrived. But luckily she took the time to scan the walls and table and there on a hook, almost hidden by the gloom was the key.

The well-oiled bolt slid back easily and Katarinka pushed the door open. Her granddaughter was sitting nervously on her bed, a brief look of panic on her face quickly receding as she saw it was her Grandmom. "You're here," the relief in the eighteen-year-old's voice was obvious as she got up and ran the few feet to where her Grandmom was ...

... framed in the door.

"As promised," the older woman said as the teenager enveloped her, the younger woman's pert breasts pushing through the thin silks she was wearing to rub at Katarinka. She hugged the teen tightly back, enjoying the smooth touch of her skin as she ran her hands over Aina's naked back and the scent the teen was wearing, like being in the middle of a field of flowers and ready for sex.

She could have held the teen for longer, not letting her go and enjoying the feel of her nubile body. But there wasn't time to dawdle. Reluctantly she let go. "We need to go."

"I heard noises outside, I was so scared," the teen replied, "Oh, you're hurt, that blood..."

"Isn't mine," said Katarinka, before giving her granddaughter a reassuring smile, "Do not worry I'll protect you."

"I know you will," replied Aina.

"You need to put on something warmer," Katarinka said. Normally she'd have no problem with her beautiful teen granddaughter prancing around in the light silks that barely covered her waist and tits and did nothing for her midriff or legs, but that was when they were in the castle with fires stoked by servants. Outside it would be colder and it was nearer to the upcoming winter than to the past summer.

The teen looked around, as Katarinka waited impatiently. She had no doubt that Hugh was behind the assassins and even if a passing servant didn't come upon the bodies, eventually he would go look (or more likely send someone else) to see what the delay ...