The Amazon and her Granddaughter Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Amazon and her Granddaughter Ch. 03

... washing down and making the skin seem like it was gleaming under the morning sun.

However, it was over too soon, her Grandmom walked to the edge of the lake and onto the land, looking across at the teen, "Ready? I'll just get dressed and we'll be off."

The horse was well rested and fed after its evening exertions, though, disappointingly, to not tire it further her Grandmom walked leading it, whilst Aina rode on her own. They stopped several times, to make sure it wasn't overtaxed, her Grandmom showing her which berries were safe to eat and on one of the brief sojourns, taking her bow and shooting a couple of rabbits, which she swiftly strung together and tied to the horse's pack.

They continued through the day, Aina asking all about her Grandmom and her past adventures, as well as the Amazon lands, she had left as a small child. She found herself talking about herself as well, how she had never fitted well with her contemporaries and their ambitions to find a brave hero to marry and that she had always been looking for her heroine instead. Her Grandmom had grinned at that and reminded her she was a thrall, so that was natural. The teen had blushed and laughed and wondered if there was a meaning to the older woman's words, she hoped there was. One of the things she knew was that love between parents (or grandparents) and children, whilst not common, was also not taboo amongst Amazons and thralls. Still, she changed the topic and talked about the older woman's ...

... training and how she kept so strong; the conversation continued to flow easily as they walked and talked.

It was nearing dusk when they came across the old temple, at least that was what it looked like to Aina, though it was so tumbledown that it was hard to tell, with half a dozen columns upright and more than double that on the ground, the stone steps up to the platform broken and uneven and grass and small bushes growing on the platform where bricks, which had once been tightly cemented together, had shifted apart. However, there was a small building at the end of the platform, whose roof was still in place, even if the door had long since fallen away and whilst didn't look as snug as even a peasant's hut it would give them some shelter.

Inside, at the back, there was a statue of some unknown God, a muscular being, half-bear, half-man, a battleaxe clasped in his hand. He stared at them grimly if sightlessly as they entered. The room was otherwise almost bare, a few stones jutting out of the wall and if there had been a floor it had long since vanished and instead, there was a bed of moss and leaves. It was surprisingly comfortable and Aina sat down on it as her Grandmom brought some bricks to act as base for a fire, before adding sticks, logs and dry grass and lighting it. The flames danced, lighting up the building and soon it was surprisingly warm and comfortable. Aina felt able to remove her cloak and sit just in her silks, whilst she had regretted not finding an old ...