I. The Savage And The Queen - Sex Stories

I. The Savage And The Queen

... hands off.

"They had no plans for me. Other prisoners could fetch some ransom, however small, but not me - and they didn't believe me when I told them I could pay for my own freedom if they just let me visit the bank. They were also vehemently against slavery - kidnapping was fine, of course - so they wouldn't sell me away. I think what they did in such cases was keep the woman in their camp until she decided her best option was to attach herself to one of them. Of course that was a game I knew how to play better than they did."

Taking advantage of the pause as she waited for me to write that down, I decided to ask her about the famous Savage. "Is Khonran as the songs say he is?" I had to drag some info out of her, as she tended to gloss over descriptions.

She seemed to wait for me to continue, as if she had no idea what the songs said.

I sighed and did my best to sing the tune:

Hither he comes, with hair black as night,

Hither he comes, foreboding, gloomy-eyed;

Sword in hand, to steal, to raid, to kill.

His sorrows great, his passions supreme;

Hither he comes. Hither he comes.

Vandira clapped joyfully at my sad attempt. "Not very informative though, is it? Yes, his hair was black, and yes, he had this smouldering look on his face. But he's not the giant mountain of muscle people think he is. Don't get me wrong, he can lift you with one hand and throw you, but he isn't as wide as you imagine."

"But is he as...large as I imagine?" I told ...

... myself I was supposed to be writing her memoirs, and they were supposed to be more erotic than they had been so far - it was only fair to ask.

She gestured indifferently at my question. "Don't get ahead of the story. As it happened, I decided that if I could just woo Khonran, he would eventually let me go. The man was constantly talking about how he is free like the mountain air or the eagle or whatnot; it was easy to pull his strings with a few well-positioned sighs about missing your freedom. So, I waited a couple of days and then started cosying up to him. Slowly - he wouldn't appreciate an obvious attempt, he is the kind who likes to imagine it's his charm that does the trick."

The Queen laughed to herself. I, on the other hand, was a little disappointed - either Khonran was not quite the brutal but charming outlaw from the far north that many a maiden dreamed of, or Vandira was undermining his reputation to portray herself better. In any case, I thought it made for a worse tale.

"Of course, getting into his bed wasn't hard, and I wasn't the only one in the camp to do it. Getting him to pay some attention to me was slightly harder. Then again, I had the advantage of being a sex professional. When he saw this smile" - the Queen momentarily smiled in a way I hadn't seen her do before, her eyes shining and her dimples transforming her face into the very image of youthful joy - "covered in cum a couple of times, I became his favourite. And do you know what he liked best?" ...