Chapter 1 - A Sword Polished

An owl hoo’d, it was comfortable at it’s windowsill, staring into the lantern's flames, as they cracked and popped, in an orange dance that dimly lit the stone walls of the dormitory. It was a protective shelter, one that could hardly be called cozy, but one that the knight who lived in it would easily call her home. She polished her blade, the shining moon reflecting off its silver glimmer, showing a blank face that stared back, it was a face neutral in mood, but one that held details of her life imprinted on it’s page.

Hers was a face as scarred, as it was experienced. It was a face that maintained only one eye, a darkened oak. The other was covered in a decorative eye patch, her kingdom’s emblem proudly displaying its roaring lion’s head, a deep silver with dull indigo accents surrounding. Her skin was darkened from the sun’s gaze, and lacked the smooth, softness of a noble woman, but she was still equally as beautiful in spite of her daily trials. Her hair was strands of black waves, dancing patterns down to her shoulders, watching over, but never making contact. She was a mature youth, one who would soon be experiencing the early years of her 30s, lacking a suitor or maiden, as she believe love for her kingdom was far more valuable than love for any individual who lived in it. In her mind, her life as a warrior was the only life worth living for.

She examined the edge, her blank expression falling to a feint frown, and continued her efforts to pamper her steel before the coming sunrise. There was a coming expedition, and to her the only thing duller than a rusty blade, is the nitwit who didn’t take the time to attend to it when he could’ve. So, with a long night forward she occupied her thoughts with days ahead.

Her next duty on the front-lines, would be a tour that would last maybe a month or two. It had potential to be extended, but the possibility of it seemed unlikely. The trip couldn’t be described as ‘easy’, they would need to hike over the ‘Serratus’ mountains to the east, a range of jagged cliffs and unmaintained roads, protecting supplies and rations for the company stationed near the coast. If not for the mountain’s difficult terrain, and various carnivorous beast that waited to pick off weakened prey, it would be quite a simple mission, but Harpies and Salamanders were the key culprits to why that could never be. They were never aggressive enough to attack at random, but seeing starving and sleep deprived merchants would make any monster looking for a good dinner bold enough to try. If there weren’t various knights protecting them we’d have a lot less merchants to babysit, but alas, they are a necessary evil, the knight thought to herself. Regardless, It wasn’t the difficulty of the mission that worried her, but it’s brevity instead that bother her, as it would be her last with her band of warriors.

Once they returned, the knight would no longer be allowed back onto the field, as she would be assigned to permanent training. The idea of being a mentor for future squires worried her, she had already been tasked with training a couple before, and the idea of teaching these weak boys to grow a spine wasn’t at all pleasing to her. She’d beg her superiors to let her stay in battle, to continue to fight the good fight, but they laughed…


“Harhaharhahar! Cassia you done enough for your countrymen, on the front-lines. It is time for you to take your rest, settle down and find a love in the land you helped protect.” The captain roared a hardy laugh. A portly fellow, the older gentleman, stroked his scraggly orange beard, focusing on a stack of papers to be read and signed.

“B-but, Sir! I’ve yet still have life in me, energy to do more, it is not for me to die a mother in her bed! I want to join my comrades in the hall of champions. My blood should be in the place of the battles I fought, not continuing the line of the wretched family I was mistakenly born.” She brought her fist to the mahogany desk, a slam that shook it as much as it shook the fortress around it.

But the captain wasn’t shaken, firm and serious, he removed his glasses and sighed as he stroked his beard. “Lady Cassia, I understand you feel you owe yourself to the men who fought beside you, but you’ve done your work for them, they appreciate that, as you allowed them to say that there time is over. As well, It is no longer your path to protect older generations in the fields of combat, It is now your duty to raise a new generation, one that will be as effective, if not more, than the one you participated in.” He got up from his chair, and walked to the knight. A hand resting on her shoulder in comfort.

“We did not pull you off the front-lines because we did not think we needed you, we pulled you off because we do...” his face was stone.

And hers as well, and with a short sigh, she accepted his terms, and brought a cheery smile back to his rosy cheeks.

A slap came across her back, windding the woman like it always did, and the captain roared in joy “At-ta girl, now get some rest. The ‘morrow will bring quite the effort needed in its wake, and a sleepy knight is no use to anyone, especially not herself.” The man returned to joyously attending to the paperwork he’d momentarily neglected. Cassia could only admire the mans unique delight for tedious task before she exited, having given up on the idea of ever seeing herself on the fields with her men again.

The knight pinched her nose remembering the encounter, a deep exhale escaping her lips. She was annoyed by how much she respected the old fogy. He was a father to her, as much as he was a thorn in her side. She’d would miss being under the command of that old codger. She would continue her mental trip down memory lane, but the outside world would remind her of her task, and she wouldn’t be pleased by the beast doing so.

The cries of an owl at her open window continued to ruin her already crumbling head space, so she got back to work on her blade; That damn bird would be feeling it in a second. Thankfully for it, it was spooked away by rhythmic knocking at her door, flying away into the night, just as the knight viewed her weapon sharp enough.

Without turning to it, eyes refocused on her steel blade, she answered “Doors open, cept if you bear the name ‘Elizabeth’, then treat it as if the finest thief could not crack it’s security.”

With the approval of the knight, the door slowly opened, allowing light from the hall, as well as the soft spoken guest inside.

“Madam, I heard you would be assigned to the coming expedition. I wanted to offer myself, if you so needed.” A young squire, small, but well-defined by training, of an intensity that was to remain between him and his mentor, stepped inside the room, warm only in lighting from his candle, as he was bundled in a multitude of dull layers and ragged fabrics.

The knight turned, eager to see her student. “Young Blodwyn, my finest student, well isn’t it lovely to see you on this rotten night, my boy. Had you not come I’d be trying owl tonight.”

The knight’s blade shined in her hand towards the squire, causing him to cut himself by merely admiring its sharpness; he feared she could cut air if she tended to it any longer. Then reminding himself of the task at hand, he cleared his throat and asked…

“I see you’ve already attended to your gear, with great diligence too, it seems… but, surely there is more work to be done.” He walked toward the knight with wanton eyes, it was clear to her that he was in desperate need to help.

Sadly he’d come far too late. The knight, simply, was no beginner when it came to preparation, years of experience had given her a mental checklist of tasks, and she attended to them on routine without fail. Even If he had stopped by earlier, she probably would still be struggling to see how he could help, but she saw that look in the boys eyes, and knew she couldn’t leave him dry.

I don’t have much for you boy, I’ve already attended to much of the task that already needed to be done…” she saw the heartbreaking disappointment in his eyes, and paused to clear her throat figuring out something small he could at least do for her. “But, I do believe my shoulder’s been quite sore lately, a delicate, but firm hand could do wonders for them with the coming weight I’ll be expected to bear these next few months.”

A spry smile came across the young man’s face, as innocent eyes captured her soul. “As you wish, Madam!” was uttered without hesitation, and he stepped, eagerly, over to her side.

The knight turned round in her chair as the squire made his way behind her. He put his paws to her rugged shoulders, and started to massage them, firmly pressing his digits into her arches with kneading pressure. A sigh of relief was provoked from the knight, her tension easing as the boy worked his magic upon her tired blades.

“You’re quite adept at this boy, may I ask where you’ve obtained your experience? Were you learned by training, or by ‘pleasing’? A past lover maybe? Or maybe even multiple.”

A blush came across the squire’s face. “Oh no... no… such thing madam, s-simply used to helping my… er… mother relax a little after a long day.” The boys palms had grown sweaty with his increasing heart rate.

“Ah yes, ever the mother’s boy, Blodwyn. A fine lie if you had any confidence, boy. But maybe you are telling the truth, with hands like these I’d bet any woman would be glad for you to call them ‘mother’.” She reached behind her and brought one of his hands forward, kissing the back of it delicately, before replacing back at its assigned post.

The boy was impossibly flustered, his heart racing, he chirped out “I-I’ll take that as a compliment ma’am.” before finding his composure again.
“As you should boy.” She settled back into the massage. Relaxed in his hands, but lost in thought. What did Blodwyn mean to her. She flirted with the boy for fun, it was nice to see him flustered, but he was still her student… WAS her student… no the boy would soon be a man, a knight in shining armor just like her… but he was still 10 years her junior… would it be against her knightly values to partake in that sinful fruit?

She remembered the final hunting trip she had to take him on. It would be his last test before he’d get accepted into the next portion of his training to be a knight. He had been her only student to make it that far, the other boys quit, otherwise they were to injured to continue. This was deliberate of course, so of course she was amazed at the boy’s tenacity, the runt of the litter, and still holding his own, as if being a knight was more to him than something to prove. He had kept her pace, a boy with only moxie and determination fought for his right to be called a warrior by his mentor’s side. She had been reminded of herself at his age, he had learned to be a knight his own way just as she did, she had humbled herself as a mentor, he had grown, he was now a man, she had loved that about him… to think it had already been close to a year since he became her personal shield bearer...

The squire worked his hands, for a steady minute, satisfying the knight, but not himself, as he began to notice the various knots, and points of stiffness that occupied the plains of her rugged back. He tried to work his fingers into her, applying the needed pressure, but with the angle he was working at it’d hardly be effective, so he made a suggestion…

“Uh… Madam?” He piped up timidly.

“Yes, boy speak your peace, and speak it proudly?” She said in a gentle but stern tone, keeping her eye closed, facing away from the squire.

“I can’t seem to really get at these areas the way I want to. If you laid down I’d surely be able to do a better job.” He said, hands still digging into her skin tenderly.

The knight thought to herself, and internally smirked, her face remaining as neutral as always externally. “I see… well if that is the case.” The knight got up from her seat, removing her top, and casting it off to the side, bearing her breast to the bold moonlight, it highlighting her chocolate rosebuds, as they were stiffened by the cold air of the window’s draft.

“Madam y-your…” The squire could hardly finish his sentence, he covered his eyes in embarrassment, her beauty always astounded, just as her boldness did in any situation.

“Come now boy, do not act as if this is the first time you’ve seen me bare, and how would you be able to really get at my back, if it were not skin on skin. Now don’t be shy boy.” She laid upon her bed on her stomach, arms crossed to make a nice cushion for her head, as she rested softly on the sheets. “Do your magic.”

He gulped staring at her muscular back in a new light. It’s curves and scars, each painting an arousing landscape on a dark canvas. “As you wish ma’am.” and he climbed onto the bed around her, kneeling over her back, as he pressed his thumbs into her center, rolling them up her spine provoking gentle moans from the knight.

The moans were, soft and pleased. They were just as soft as her skin felt to the boys touch, prodding her with his fingers, he did his best not to go to far down on either side, defying the intrusive question to whether her pillowy breast were just as nice to feel as the rest of her. The boy was drooling over her, sweating in a mental war he wouldn’t win, as the win condition of the enemy was starting to rise, in attempt to fight back the inevitable he started to shift his position in order for the knight to not notice his...

“My, my boy, that knife in your pocket is rather impressive, if you were planning an assassination you’re failing at hiding it.” She turned her head and gave a seductive smirk. The look in her eye was so piercing, he could feel impaled in her predatory gaze.

“I’m sorry madam, it’s just embarrassing.” The boy got up from her, and sat at the back of the bed, his back against the headrest as he tried to put his erected sword back in its sheath.

“No need to apologize boy…” The knight laughed “I don’t mind, it is expected of men of your temperament, please continue.”

The air went still, as the boy tried to calm his nerves, with a few deep breaths he continued to impress his fingers into her skin. The knight relaxed again his expert hands soothing her worn back. The air in the room had started to cool, the knight would not have that, so she threw another verbal stick onto the bonfire to keep it burning.

“Tell me boy.” The squire raised a brow, acknowledging her with a soft grunt “Do you have someone you like?” She asked, in that same soft, but commanding tone she always had.

“N-no… Ma’…” The lie was evident before its completion. An annoyed eye perked up, and faced the boys direction, forcing him to have no other choice, than to be at least partly honest.

“Well… she’s a bit older.” The boy admitted with a sigh, and a brief pause in his work before he continued.

“Is that so… well tell me then, how much do you like her? What does she mean to you? What would you do for her?” The knight put her head back into her crossed arms, head down simply listening to all the squire had to say.

“I-I would do anything for her. I love her, she's my guide, my light! She can be quite harsh sometimes, but I know she’s that way because she cares, because she loves… I love that about her. I never want to leave her side…. I-I want her to be my wife….” The squire looked down at his mentor's back, ashamed to admit his desire, but happy to confess his feeling, even if he still had to be vague about the identity of his love.

But even in his attempt at forgoing details he could hide no secret from the knight. With a brief pause to think, the silence was broken with a quiet “...is that so…”

She slid herself from under the squire, and flipped over, removing her bottoms, slowly but in a deliberate way as to provoke the beast dormant in the squire’s trousers.

“Madam… what are… this is…” The squire choked on his own words, the sudden turn of everything fizzled out the torch in his brain. It was only reignited with the knight’s next words.

“You know, I like someone too.”

“Er… Really…” Was all he could think to respond with.

“Yeah he’s cute and small for a man, but his drive and dedication to others is taller than any of his peers could ever hope to reach. He’s special to me, and a real help in my life; someone I will not easily be able to part without. His skill with the sword could use some work though, so let us hope that doesn’t transfer over to his, lets call it, ‘swordsmanship’ as well. After all he’s about to be inside me.” The sultry and quiet way she uttered the last sentence was uncharacteristic, of her usual presentation. There was a hint of unsureness to it all, but even still she went in with full confidence.

“Mad… mmmhhm.” His reply was never meant to be heard.

She had grabbed the boy by his collar pulling him in for a kiss, slipping a tongue into his surprised mouth, calming him down with a massage of her own, as she licked the insides of his mouth, she snuck a hand down into his pants, caressing and working his shaft, he moaned into her mouth, precum leaking with excitement as she made the boy’s mind shutdown with over stimulation. Mentally, she reprimanded the damn boy, it would be his and his cute reactions fault, as to why she would need to explain the growing puddle that would surely stain her sheets, she was quivering just stroking the shaft in her hand. She needed it to be inside her.

She pulled apart from the kiss, maintaining her hands occupation in his pants to play with his jewels; them so sensitive that he could hardly focus on what she said next. “You seem to be enjoying this boy.” she taunted him “This ‘older woman’, have you forgotten your goal of wedding her, are you no longer dedicated to making her a bride?” She feigned ignorance, aware of his true love, but wanting to see in what way he’d admit so.

The boy shook his head. “No, I certainly am still dedicated, madam, allow me to show her.” and surprising the knight, she was pushed down onto her back, the boy holding down her arms, as he kissed her lips himself. The forcefulness was a welcome surprise, and she melted in his kiss.

This kiss was briefer, but somehow even more exhausting, as the knight gasped for air having been caught off guard, unprepared. The squire had began to trail kisses down her collar, over her breasts, and past her stomach, reaching her center before licking her sopping cunt. His tongue was delicately forceful, causing the knight to clutch his head against her folds, he worked his pink in deeper, tasting her wetness as she reached her peak, cumming over his face leaving his chin and mouth dripping and coated in her juices.

“Like honey…” he breathed out softly… with her having gone past her climax, he was ready to give her a break, but the knight was eager to continue.

“Huh, what are you doing.” She was breathing heavily. “Don’t act like I can’t keep going, thrust it in already, I need you in me.” She beckoned, rolling her hips forward, as the squire sat up, and hastily pulled down his trousers, and knelt between her legs, pulling her up into him, as he inserted his cock into her for the first time.

He dove into her moist folds, starting of with a hastened pace in the heat of his passion. The knight could do nothing but moan, feeling his girth and length fill her so wholly, as it massaged the inner wall of her pink vagina. She wanted to make a coherent comment about how all of his height went directly to his cock, but all she could do is gutterly moan out…

“It’s Shooo big... it’s it’s going tu sphlit me in h-half.” In a much higher pitch than the squire was ever accustom to hearing.

Her moans encouraged him to persist on, he took her leg, and threw it over his shoulder, using it for leverage as he thrust deeper into her lady hood.
“What’s it like for a noble knight such as yourself to be reduce to such a quivering whore, by her own squire’s cock?” The intent was to arouse his mentor with dirty talk, but where the mark was missed was him saying it with the cutest cadence undermining the weight behind it. The result was his mentor not taking him seriously, which was undesirable.

The knight gave a small giggle at his attempt to be tough, causing him to slow his pace in embarrassment, just enough for her to find the strength to sit up, and hold his cheeks in her palms.

“Hey, no losing confidence now all of a sudden, what happened to that fiery man that was just here, fucking me stupid, a second ago.” she kissed him “You’re doing great boy, I’m loving every moment of this.”

“Sorry Ma’a…” she interrupted him again.

“Drop the formalities, bo—Blodwyn. It’s not ma’am or madam when we are together anymore. It’s Cassia now.”

He looked as if he was on the verge of tears “...Sorry, Lady Cassia…”.

She wanted to admonish him for apologizing, but she let it go. She can train him to be stronger, but politeness will always be fundamental to his nature. Honestly, she didn’t want to change that. So, instead she kissed him, and brought him down on top of her, as she rested on the bed, her long strands of black hair laid wildly across the sheets as she looked up at the young man’s toned physique, his soft peach skin, blushing with a vibrant red that remind her of a fire. She adored him so much.

“Young Blodwyn….”

He was entranced by her beauty, her brown eye stared up at him into his emeralds, her breast were full and firm, but soft like a cloud, her stomach contained 6 packs of well-defined beauty, her thighs were thick and inviting, her bush was wild, but enticing, and her slit beckoned him to take his place back inside.

“Lady Cassia...”

He inserted himself back into her, and started off with slow thrusts, that dug deeper and deeper into her, grinding against a bump inside, a bump that made her quake, moaning in a strained gasp every time he hit it. The knight was on her edge, as was the squire. He wordlessly expressed his impending climax, and was met with legs wrapping around the back of his waist. As, if to say ‘please keep going, I want this too.’

And he did, with a hastened pace, his cock divided her apart, the wet sounds of clapping skin rhythmically creating the percussion for the orchestra, that played behind moans and cries of frantic confessions of love, swears, and prayers. Until with one final push they both popped, and the squire had filled the knight’s womb to its brim with his virile seed, cumming to the point, that his cum started to overflow from her wetness even with him still buried inside.

“Ladie Cassha…” was all he had left before he collapsed over her, still connected to her waist, he, fell asleep on top of her chest, and held onto her closely, were he breathed softly over her skin in his delicate dream.

She smiled at him, pulling him up closer, and kissing his forehead softly. “You did so great for me Young Blodwyn… Rest well” She thought he looked so sweet, truly, no other could compare, he was her favorite.

He nuzzled into her, and she pulled a blanket over him and herself. Quite comfortable in the fact that she won’t be able to move from this position until the morning, She wondered if he was dreaming about a life together, and from the content smile on his face, she knew that was surely so. So, she figured she’d join him, and before long she was happy in unconscious thought with her future groom too.

It sucked, now she didn’t want to leave after all.

The morning brought with it the smell of dewy grass, and a blanket of clear blue sky; the sun yawning rays of yellow, up early to see off the departing party. At the edge of the city, soldiers could be seen tending and preparing horses, carriages, and the fortitude of their minds, before they traveled up the mountain range. Family and friends were there to see them off as well, many tears being shed in a river of melancholy, fear, prayers, and hope. Usually Cassia wouldn’t be participating in such waterworks, but, fortunately for her, a young squire had his bevy of tears to give before she left.

“Please return safely, Lady Cassia. I can’t be a brave knight without you.” He said hugging himself into her stomach. His eyes damping her gambeson.

“You are plenty brave already, boy” She ran her fingers through his curly hair. “As well, as there is concern for my safe return. I WILL return, Young Blodwyn. If I did not, how else would we be able to raise our child?”

“O-our what?” Blodwyn was baffled. He looked up at the war maiden, a look of shock and amazement in his teary eyes. “You mean to say…”

“We’ll I don’t know for sure boy, but seed that healthy, and that thick is sure to see some success when planted, I expect so, at the least.”

“Wow… I get to be a father… and you ma’am… you a mother… a mother of my… OUR child… I can see it already… you’d be the perfect mum! Stern, but soft-hearted and loving, just as you are now!”

A blush came across the knight’s face, her stoic attitude fading with her increasing admiration for the boy in front of her… her squire… her soon to be knight… and hopefully one day Husb…

“Well it’s time for me to go, young Blodwyn. I shall see you in a month or so…”

“You will, I know you will! And when you do we will raise a happy family together! As many children as you want, I’ll happily provide.”

“Bo-Blodwyn…” The knight cleared her throat and let out a small “...love you…” before riding off on her horse with the rest of her band’s departure.

The genuine joy in the young man’s heart emitted from him a positive energy that could be felt without looking at him, and even with her back turned, the knight’s heart was still racing in lock-step with his. “Cassia, with all of my heart! I love you! So, please return, so I can show you that love everyday, in every way, I can!!!” The Young Blodwyn yelled at the top of his lungs, his smile evident in his voice.

The knight, Cassia, placed a hand on her stomach, as her stead carried her off with the convoy. As much as she’d love to, turn around and see her love’s adorable beaming face, it’d pain her just as much to see him go. To start a family with that brat… that man… Even if it was all she knew, maybe the battlefield was not her home after all...