The Amazon and her Granddaughter Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Amazon and her Granddaughter Ch. 03

... Katarinka pulled her sword and shield from the saddle. She followed the tracks, through the undergrowth. At first, the only sound was her breathing and the brush of her foot on leaves and twigs, not a bird tweeting or a mouse rustling, not even a small boar out hunting for truffles; it was a silent place, a place where dark magic was practised. Then she heard the sound of chanting, a cruel, hateful rhythmic cant, full of a call to evil demons who should not be summoned to the world of mortals. She flexed her grip and tightened her hand on her sword. Even if they had not been going after Aina if she had found the coven she would have killed them, those who used the death magics could not be allowed to live.

She went slower now and more silently, not wanting to give the coven any warning. There were four of them in the clearing, Nesti in the centre bowing down repeatedly to an unnaturally red flame, another woman, even older standing watching her, a wooden staff in her hand and two men, in mail, with jagged swords in their hands dripping with blood, the still steaming carcass of the horse Nesti had rode in front of them.

The older woman was the most dangerous, despite her looks. The staff was almost certainly magical. Then it would be Nesti, she had no weapon to hand, but given just moments she could call incantations out of the air and burn Katarinka to her bones. The men were hardly a threat, only the women of Chaybois had magical powers, the men were just warriors and ...

... Katarinka would literally bet her life that she could beat two of them in a fight.

She paused long enough to check, in her mind, that the strategy was a sound one before rushing out. She made no sound to give herself extra seconds. The older woman was dead before she realised and as she fell Katarinka was screaming her war cry.

Nesti was standing up, pointing towards the Amazon and chanting; Katarinka would swear that her lips continued to mumble the dark words even as her head toppled to the floor, her body remaining upright a second longer before it fell onto the small fire, smothering it.

The two men were on her, swinging their swords. However, they had not co-ordinated their assault and she was able to duck back as the weapons clashed together with a loud clang. She was stabbing towards the first man. He was quicker than she anticipated, twisting away from her thrust and driving back at her. She dodged his blow, using her shield to block his fellow's and drove forward again, cutting low this time, so she connected with his leg. He screamed and fell back, cut through to the bone.

She was wrenching her weapon out and parrying the second man. The two of them exchanged cuts, high, low, chest for a few moments before Katarinka feinted and as he went to the right, she cut down from above, striking deep into his shoulder, shattering the mail. He went down screaming and she stabbed forward again, taking him in the throat.

The first man was crawling, trying to get ...