The Amazon and her Granddaughter Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Amazon and her Granddaughter Ch. 03

... enough that none connected, all the time falling back towards the bed and giving his friend space to move in.

The axe man swung his hatchet at throat height, which. if it had connected, would have sliced all the way through Katarinka's jugular.

Her own sword stopped it, catching the axe just behind the blade. She twisted.

To his credit, the axe man kept hold of the weapon. Not that it mattered, as he tottered, unbalanced as the axe was driven to the floor, she reversed her swing, bringing her sword upwards

It tore through his leather jerkin and the woollen shirt beneath, through skin and flesh and sinew and bone. He gargled and blood pumped from his mouth, his eyes widening in shock. Katarinka kicked him in the chest to free her sword, getting it out just as the last man swung back at her.

She parried, clumsily, but a parry all the same. He was moving in again, trying to keep her unbalanced with a series of fast cuts.

If she had been less good it might have worked as a tactic, but she had regained her balance within a moment and was counter-attacking, stabbing and thrusting at him between his cuts. Almost immediately the positions were reversed, with one big difference, her sword was longer and heavier than his, the better for the fight. She smashed down, breaking his guard and sending his sword clattering to the ground.

He didn't try to surrender, he was either brave or clever enough to know this wasn't a time for quarter, but instead tried to leap ...

... for the weapon.

He wasn't quick enough.

Three men were dead or dying in under a minute.

It was time to get Aina and leave. Pausing long enough to wipe her sword clean and make sure her dagger was secure in her boot Katarinka left the room.

At the end of the corridor, standing under a flickering torch for the small bit of heat it gave, was Sir Belgrothian. He looked up from rubbing his hands together at the sound of her footstep on the stone, his expression changing from satisfaction to surprise to horror as he realised the assassins had failed and she was alive. He reached for the sword around his waist.

Perhaps if he had left it in his scabbard or remained unmoving she'd have let him live... perhaps.

She stepped over his dead body, avoiding the blood pooling around it and headed down the stairs to the corridor which separated the tower she was in from Aina's chambers. It was late and the only sign of life she encountered was one of the cats, who glanced up at her and then continued on its way. She checked the door to the parapet was still unlocked and that no overly competent servant had been around checking them since she'd unlocked it earlier. It remained open and the coil of rope was still tied to the merlon. She closed the door again and went up the stairs.

There were two guards on the landing outside Aina's room. For a moment they regarded her quizzically and then, either because they saw the spots of blood on her or because no one comes to their ...