Taken by Lesbian Warlord: The Helga Chronicles - Sex Stories

Taken by Lesbian Warlord: The Helga Chronicles

... memory as quickly as it came. She had promised herself she wouldn't think of it again when she ran away to the temples.

“Then think of them. Your words tomorrow may save their lives, and the lives of thousands of others.” She hung the damp cloth over a chair. “My tribesmen will kill three men for any one they lose after they take the city. Remember that.”

With that, Helga slumped on a pile of cushions and furs opposite Iona. A belt of leather still held a knife by her side, but other than that she was naked, and looking straight at Iona. Her knees were splayed out lazily, and her breasts flopped to either side. From her angle on the floor Iona could see straight between the dark-haired woman's legs, to the soft hair on top of her pussy. Everything about her said she was exhausted from the heat. When she looked down at Iona, however, there was a hunger in her dark eyes.

“Come closer, girl. Bring yourself here, and kneel in front of me.”

Iona felt a sense of apprehension grow in her, but didn't dare argue. She shuffled on her knees in front of the chieftain, smoothing her dress down her thighs. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her face close to the kneeling woman. Iona could smell her hair, leather and whatever sweat hadn't been washed off, this close to her.

“Have you ever pleasured a man before?” The question was direct, and to the point. Iona shook her head slowly, and tried not to let her fear show. The chieftain nodded, as if to herself. “What of a woman? Were there any… special friendships at your temple?”

The question confused Iona. She didn't understand what a special friendship was. How could…? Her face must have shown her confusion, because the chieftain didn't wait for her answer. Instead she just leaned in, placed a hand on the back of her head. and kissed her lips.

The shock of the other woman’s hot lips sent fire through Iona. Her lips parted, and she felt a soft, exploring tongue slip through, retreating away from her mouth before she could react. Her mind panicked, somehow feeling like she was going to get in trouble, but also unable to think. When the chieftain pulled away, she gripped Iona's hair, tilting her head upwards, and ran her fingers lightly over her face and neck. Iona felt her skin tingle where the woman's fingers trailed.

“That was a kiss, priestess. And that's what you are going to do to any part of me I tell you to.” Fingers brushed against Iona’s lips. “Like my fingers, now.”

Iona’s heart was pounding in her chest. She felt her lips move as she kissed the fingers dancing over her lips. Helga gave a low chuckle, and heat rushed to Iona's face.

“Good girl,” she said. And with that, she trailed her hand away from Iona’s cheek and onto her shoulder, pushing the dress part-way off to expose her breast. Nails trailed down her skin, and then hands were massaging her tender flesh. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but couldn't muster the courage to say anything. After a gentle squeeze, Iona ...