Taken by Lesbian Warlord: The Helga Chronicles - Sex Stories

Taken by Lesbian Warlord: The Helga Chronicles

... silks and luscious furs. A servant was polishing an expensive-looking wooden folding table, her body hunched over and trying not to draw attention to herself.

“Leave us,” Helga commanded sharply.

With a bow, the servant hurriedly gathering her things with quick but quiet movements and left.

“Kneel there.” Helga directed her to a particularly large pile of furs. Still feeling uncertain, Iona sank into them nervously.

“Tomorrow you will tell us about Cordava. The more information we have, the more of the townspeople we will spare.” She started unbuckling her armour and discarding her clothes, straps of leather falling to the floor. She undid the buckles of her leather harness more slowly, and hung it on pegs set into the tent’s supporting poles. “Make no mistake, those people cannot hold against us. With your help, no one need lose their life.”

Iona's eyes widened as the chieftain pulled off her chest armour, exposing the pert and hard breasts underneath. Watching her put it to the side mesmerized Iona, the way the muscles rippled and stretched like a jungle cat’s. She tore her eyes down sharply when the chieftain turned her face towards her. “Do you understand?”

“I... uh… I...” words fled from Iona's mouth. She felt heat come to her face as the chieftain stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to ignore the hard eyes. She was acutely aware of the breasts in front of her as she looked towards the floor. “Yes, yes, I understand.” There was a silence that Iona could feel, before she remembered. “Yes, Chief Helga.”

She felt more than saw Helga nodding. “Good.” With that she moved past Iona. Able again to look at her, Iona continued watching her move. She watched the chieftain’s back ripple as she grabbed a washbasin. She had never seen a woman with shoulders like hers, so strong and round, yet womanly. As the chieftain washed, Iona was transfixed with the water flowing over her skin as she lifted her arm this way and that to clean herself. Her back looks so strong! Iona felt her heartbeat quicken slightly. Her eyes dropped lower, and as the dark-haired woman started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her breasts again. They weren't as heavy as her own, or as large. But they look like they would be so soft to touch. Iona wasn't sure where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was hard to think of anything else. The rest of the chieftain's body had a hardness to it that Iona hadn't known a woman's body could have, yet the skin looked so smooth. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting warmer, and a warm tingling gathered in her womanhood.

“Do you have people to worry about in Cordava, girl? Any family?”

The questions snapped Iona from her musings. “My family were killed by bandits, Chief Helga. Most of my friends left for the army or the temples. The only family I have left is in a village south of Cordava.”

Ungrateful brat! You need to learn to do what you are told! Iona banished the ...