The Amazon and her Granddaughter Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Amazon and her Granddaughter Ch. 03

... witch's body back all it would show was a middle-aged woman with a wooden staff, and Hugh knew that too, which was why he hadn't made a move -- though sometimes as she turned she caught him looking at her with loathing before he quickly changed his expression to bland neutrality.

He knew she was all that stood in his way, all that was keeping Aina alive and once she was married she would have no excuse to remain...

And she knew it as well.

Which was why there would be no wedding if Katarinka was alive.

And Hugh knew that.

Which was why he would kill Katarinka.

He wouldn't do it himself of course nor would it be Sir Belgrothian, who had all the killing ease of a stranded whale, but the killers would come in the night to finish her as there was no time to arrange an 'accident' before the day and Katarinka made sure she didn't ride out of sight of the castle alone, no hunter would accidentally mistaking her for a stag.

She did have one advantage (two, as the killers were unlikely to be Amazons able to match her in swordplay) and that was Hugh's arrogance. His evil mind had easily worked out that Katarinka would somehow prevent the marriage and that she needed to die, but his sexism and disdain towards the Amazons meant he thought she was much more stupid than she was and believed that she wouldn't know this. The assassins, when they came, would not find her unprepared.

She had been surprised that they had waited for the last night to move, but perhaps ...

... with his Witch dead, Hugh had needed time to plan for others to do his dirty work.

Her plan was ready, however - the assassins would come tonight, they would die and she'd rescue Aina from the men's vile clutches.

The evening was drawing to a close. Over to the side, the band were playing the final piece, a slow and subtle tune, perfect for close dancing. On the floor Aina was clasped to her Grandmom, as she had been all night, being held tightly or lightly depending on the music, but always so close that Katarinka could smell the teen's sweet perfume and feel the touch of her soft skin, against her body or in her hand. It was telling that Sir Belgrothian had made no attempt to cut in and have a dance with his betrothed, he seemed much more interested in the wines and sweetmeats put in front of him than the sexy eighteen-year-old he was due to marry the next day. Aina rested her head against the Amazon, her arms wrapped around her waist and her pert breasts pushing at Katarinka's larger pair, through the colourful silk top she was wearing. She seemed determined not to let the older woman go, making the most of the last dance. Katarinka gently disengaged from her, "I'll come tonight, be ready," she said quietly. The teen knew little of the plan, apart from that she wouldn't be here to get married the next morning, but she nodded, a small smile flitting across her face, "Now be normal, give me a kiss and say goodnight."

The teen leaned in and kissed her Gran on the lips, ...