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Daugther Of The Sun Ch 09

Daugther Of The Sun Ch 09

by a_o_dots
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IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS...

The plan hatched by Artemis, under the dark influence of the Night Lord, takes more and more shape. Her most trusted General, Bardas, prepares the ground forces that will launch against the city of Heath Hill. The purpose of the attack is only one. Capture Queen Alexandra and deliver her in the hands of the Night Lord. And with her, also her sister Alanor, who had long since fallen into the hands of the Queen of Troygrove...

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The massive silken pavilion which had been erected in the middle of the forest could have comfortably sheltered twenty people or even more. However, under those walls made of thin fabric which filtered the early golden light of the dawn, there were only two.

Queen Alexandra Rosendhal was standing in front of a well furbished rack, carefully selecting one of the numerous bows which were hanging from it, her small, pale hand gently caressing those wooden curves with the same light delicacy of a tender lover.

Just awaken from a well resting sleep, the splendid thirthy-one years old Queen of Heath Hill was nude as the day in which she had come to the world. A cascade of thick fiery red hair fell softly down her back, almost reaching to her small, slender buttocks, so perfect in their round softness to appear, in that dim light, as sculpted from the purest white alabaster.

Everything about her provided an idea of ​​agility and speed; the small but strong muscles rippling under the pale skin of her legs and arms, her stiff abs, her small but firm breasts...her body was that of a born warrior, of an intrepid and courageous woman always committed to action.

"Heading out, already?" a sleepy voice murmured softly behind her, almost as in protest. "Another morning outside, hunting for dangerous wild beasts?"

"Well, that's precisely the reason for which we came into the woods, am I wrong?" Alexandra replied without turning, as she picked one of the long bows from the rack and carefully tested the tension of the string with her fingertips.

"I believed we came here so that we could be free to fuck each other for days, without fear of being interrupted," the voice behind her objected, with a barely concealed annoyed tone.

"That's for sure one of the reasons," Alexandra laughed, with a spark of malicious amusement in her beautiful, light-gray eyes. "Thus not necessarily the only one. Yesterday it was a great day, having taken down that magnificent moose. Today, I want to take down another one. Or maybe a boar, or even a brown bear, if the luck and the benevolence of Friya will assist me," she concluded, invoking the favor of the Goddess of the Forests and of the Hunt.

Alexandra always loved hunting, by woods and mountains; it was an activity which made her feel in deep contact with the most primordial nature, allowing her to become for a while almost as one with it. There was something inherently erotic in the way in which the bow was drawn forcefully before the shooting, in the vibrating sound of the release, in the way in which the arrow penetrated into the unprotected flesh of the prey.

And to make the whole experience more intense and immersive, she always held the habit to go hunting completely naked, turning herself in this way into a wild creature of the woods just as her preys, totally free and at perfect ease in the surrounding environment.

She loved to sense the immediate contact with the nature, with the living earth, to feel the gentle touch of the leaves and of the soft branches caressing her body as she ventured carefully and slowly into the thick vegetation, the perception of the hard soil, of the fresh grass, of the soft moss under her agile and silent feet.

She had learned the noble art of hunting in her early twenties when, not yet Queen but as ambassador of her city, she had lived for few years by the court of Lothorel, the isolated and densely wooded Kingdom on the south-east of the territory of Heath Hill, on the other shore of the Inland Sea, the large body of water which separated them.

The inhabitants of the mysterious realm of Lothorel were without doubt the best woodmen in the world, and their almost mystical connection with the nature went back into the millennia. It was the women of the court who initiated her into the mysteries of the art of hunting, together with those of love.

Alexandra always remembered with extreme pleasure those long hunting trips between women, the sense of excitement and danger they shared while entering the darkness of those thousand-year-old trees, the spirit of camaraderie that emerged strengthened from their adventure, binding them in the common goals of success and survival.

But above all she remembered their wild and joyful celebrations, at night by the silent woods, dancing together in circle around the large lit fire, on which the carcass of the beast hunted that day was slowly roasting. It was rare that such celebrations didn't quickly turn into group orgies, in which the huntresses rewarded themselves for their efforts, by giving each other mutual pleasure. At that time, Alexandra had gained for herself many new female friends...and many lovers as well.

The forest of Tharsis, the dense and luxuriant wooded area which grown not far south of the city of Heath Hill and in which she was standing now, was her favorite hunting ground. A magnificent yet potentially dangerous place, densely populated as it was by any sort of wild beasts, deer, elks, but also packs of wolves, large brown bears and wild, aggressive boars provided with razor-sharp tusks.

But the forest hid also other, less lethal, but not for this less dangerous, perils. Even though they had become so rare as to suggest that they may had completely disappeared, some people believed that the ignominious race of the satyrs, strange humanoid creatures between men and goats, was still populating the inner depths of those ancient woods.

An encounter with a satyr could have easily turned into something very unpleasant, especially for a group of women or, even worst, for a lone girl who had inadvertently ventured too deep into the woods. They were physically strong creatures, provided with a brutal temperament, very difficult to win in combat, which sometimes even acted in packs, which make them even more dangerous.

And, in addition to the brute force, they also had other means to subdue the victim who had recklessly ventured into their territory. Their powerful music, made through flutes and pipes that they carved from the wood of the trees, was said to be so captivating to cause actual stunning in women, inducing them to dance naked for them as if drunk, in a pressing and exciting frenzy that only served to make them more subservient, eager and predisposed to mating. It was in this ugly way that they were said to reproduce themselves.

Alexandra had never seen a satyr in her life, nor did she really believe in their existence, although, from time to time, some rumors come to her ears about some lone village girl who had fallen prey to their charms, disappearing into the woods for weeks, before being accidentally found by some woodcutter or hunter, wandering lost and stunned among the forest, her clothes forgotten who knows where.

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From a wooden table placed near to the rack, Alexandra grabbed a leather quiver, already filled with about twenty long, plumed arrows, eager to go outside and start her day with some action.

"Not so fast," the sleepy voice behind her complained again. "First you will have to fuck me near senseless once more, before I'll let you leave this tent."

With a grin, Alexandra turned to her lover laying in the bed. Ysenia. A superbe beauty of twenty-three, High Priestesses of Shadora, the protector deity of the city of Heath Hill, the despotic and ambiguous Goddess of the Wine, of the Abundance and of the Orgies.

"You don't have to say that twice," said Alexandra, dropping the quiver on the table and placing the bow back in the rack, before walking decisively toward the large bed they shared.

Keeping her exquisite traits half hidden by the sheets, framed by the light-brown hair she was used to short on the back of her head and long and falling at the sides of the face, Ysenia looked at the approaching Queen with an expression of false shyness in her beautiful, shining violet eyes, looking as fearful as a girl watching her husband approaching her on her wedding night.

Alexandra knew how this was all merely a pure act of her; like all of the priestesses of her debauched cult, Ysenia put every best effort to appear on the outside as totally candid, innocent and immaculate, while in reality she was more shrewd, perverted and sexually uninhibited than the worst brothel whore.

Not that she really did care about that sort of hypocrisy; on the contrary, that quite often contributed only to excite her even more. What really mattered to her was that the girl was gorgeous and, most importantly, that she fucked great. And in this, Ysenia was an absolute mistress.

Their erotic relationship was not a secret to anyone. In Heat Hill, was almost a tradition for the Queen and the High Priestesses to be lovers and to indulge in frequent sexual intercourses. That was publicly recognized as an healthy practice, which would have ensured the benevolence of the Goddess and, as consequence, the safety and the prosperity of the city.

Walking with decision, Alexandra approached the bed, feeling the warmth of her arousal already spreading in her body, and a sense of absolute determination filling her mind, as if she was going to enter a battle. She would have dominated that bitch of Ysenia once again, she thought, as she had already done last night and the one before too, as she always did, in every single of their love encounters.

Almost with arrogance, Alexandra tore the sheets off her, exposing her full nakedness to the open air and eliciting an excited cry from her lips, before mounting over her, her legs spread as she sat over her face, opening her own womanhood wide with two fingers. Ysenia would have paid for her morning provocation, decided Alexandra, by being forced to please her Queen first, before being allowed to enjoy her own pleasure.

Clutching one of her own small, firm breasts in one hand, Alexandra closed her eyes and threw her head back as Ysenia's expert tongue started to slid into her from below, darting and moving in circles, hitting exactly all the most sensitive spots inside of her.

She knew perfectly, from their long practice together, where and how to reach in order to please her beloved Queen, and as such, it didn't take very long for Alexandra to release her first, powerful, rush of pleasure into her lover's eager and welcoming mouth, in a loud, prolonged cry of ecstasy.

Very pleased from that earlier start, thus her morning lust not completely satiated yet, the Queen decided for a change of position, turning herself to the other side and moving her head down between the parted thighs of Ysenia, locking her lover into a sixty-nine below her.

Ysenia's womanhood already scented of excitement and of feminine effluvia. Aroused, Alexandra pounced on it like a hungry lioness tearing her prey to pieces, her mouth, her tongue, her hands digging, touching, titillating with vigor and without showing any mercy, feeling rewarded by the uncontrollable moans of pleasure from her lover coming to her ears.

She didn't stop for a single moment, until she wasn't sure to had felt the girl beneath her shaking and releasing her orgasm for at least three times, and not before having had the worshipping tongue of Ysenia driving her to a second, robust climax straight in her mouth. Only then, she decided to concede to her lover a bit of mercy and a catch of breath.

Her carnal desires satiated, Alexandra sat on the edge of the bed and stretched her back languidly, feeling more energized than ever by that morning exercitation. Behind her, Ysenia was already starting to drift back again into a deep sleep, exhausted by the short but extremely intense trial of pleasure to which the Queen had just subjected her.

Alexandra smiled with pleased satisfaction in her eyes, looking at the laying still figure of her lover from above her shoulder. Now she wouldn't have opposed anymore to her desire to go outside for hunting and, when she would have woken up, demanding for more as her usual, Alexandra would have already been deep into the forest.

She got up from the bed and walked towards the rack, eager to finish her preparations and get into action as soon as possible. She was about to secure the sheath of her hunting knife to her bare thigh, when from outside she heard the noise of a commotion and the sound of many agitated voices. Stopping, she remained still, listening in silence for some seconds.

"Please!" the desperate voice of a girl came to her ears. "Let me talk with Her Majesty!"

Without bothering in the slightest to get herself dressed, Alexandra quickly ran naked out of the pavilion. There were no women in the camp, other than Ysenia and herself, and she wanted to know immediately to who belonged that scared female voice who was invoking for her so desperately.

A couple of the approximately thirty soldiers who had escort her by the woods, was holding a struggling young girl in their arms. She was barefoot and her appearance was disheveled, the mass of her blonde hair was totally uncombed, her delicate face dirty with dust, the rough tunic she wore was worn and torn in several places. Definitely a peasant girl coming from some poor village nearby, deducted Alexandra by posing her eyes on her.

"Leave her!" Alexandra commanded, approaching the two men, who immediately obeyed to the voice of their Queen.

She had never felt the slightest embarrassment about showing herself naked in front of her soldiers, nor in front of anyone else actually. It was in the nude that she had fought and won the most important battle of her life, seven years ago, defeating Queen Mareen of Troygrove amidst the waters of the Skavos river, and from that moment her men and her people had idolatrized and loved her for that.

Free from the grasp of the two men, the girl rushed towards her, throwing herself at her feet and hugging her legs as she burst into tears, the face hidden against the Queen's thighs.

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"Please calm down, my little one," she tried to reassure her, gently caressing her dirty, blonde hair with her fingers. "I'm here, and you are safe with me now. Tell me, what happened to you?"

"I come from the village of Fyr, not far south from here, deep in the forest," the girl started to explain with difficulties, among sobs and sighs. "Our village has been destroyed! Everybody except me has been slaughtered..."

"By who?" Alexandra asked, her body suddenly tensing and her voice hardening. "Who did this?"

"The savage women," the girl barely manage to reply, with her scared eyes full of tears. "They have come down from the mountains, together with the night. They have attacked us in the darkness, and burned, and killed..."

She had to make a break to catch her breath before being able to continue.

"I think to be the only one who managed to escape unnoticed. I still don't know how I could have made it...I was running to find some help, when the benevolence of the Goddess shown me the royal banner, waving on the top of your pavilion. Please, help me, my Queen!"

Alexandra felt a sudden surge of fury mounting violently in her body at those words, and her blood getting cold as ice in her veins.

"Help her," Alexandra commanded to one of the two men. "Dress her and provide her something to eat. Check also that she has not been wounded. Then, take four other men and take her back to the Palace, where she will stay as my guest until there will be the conditions for her to return home. May she lack nothing."

The soldier responded with a brief military salute, before gently taking the girl by the shoulders, lifting her to her feet and leading her towards one of the tents of the encampment. Alexandra turned to the other one.

"Inform all the others to prepare themselves. We are marching south, to the village of Fyr, immediately. I want to see with my own eyes what had happened there and, with the help of the Goddesses, we will manage to find the aggressors and make them pay bitterly with their blood for what they have done."

Then she turned and she walked back into the pavilion, her mind filled with raging thoughts and determination.

"I'm afraid that our little vacation is going to have a premature end," she said to Ysenia as she entered, noticing that also the young High Priestess had wakened up, alerted by the screams and the noises which came from the outside, and she was now knelt on the bed, covering modestly her majestic breasts with the sheets.

"What happened?" she wanted to know. "What were those screams?"

Concisely, Alexandra told her what she had just learned from the village girl, while she started to got herself dressed and equipped. At first, she pulled a short, knee-length blue tunic over her head, fastened at the waist by a belt from which the sword sheath hung, before wearing a leather padded coat over it.

On her feet, she wore leather sandals whose laces were tied behind her calves up to her knees, protected on her shins by high bronze greaves. Two bracers to protect the forearms, and a polished round shield of the same material completed her equipment. Finally, from a table, she picked an ornate bronze helm, provided with an high red plume on the top and opened on the face.

"You must return to Heat Hill, together with the girl and few of the soldiers," the Queen commanded. "As for myself, I'm going with the others to discover what happened to the village."

Yesnia raised from the bed, leaving the sheet to fall on the ground. She was a girl with a slender build, and this highlighted even more the exceptional large size of her breasts, hanging like two soft melons on her chest. Alexandra couldn't help but to admire her exquisite beauty once again.

"Be careful, my love," Ysenia whispered, moving few steps closers to the Queen and then passionately kissing her on her mouth.

For long moments Alexandra remained there, enjoying the sensation of her lover's warm kiss on her lips, the palms of her hands resting on her soft, bare hips, as their tongue intertwined in a passionate dance, feeling inside her the desire to revamp once more.

"I will," she said simply, after they managed with considerable effort to break their kiss, placing the helm on her head and fastening its laces below her chin.

Then, turning to the other side and without giving her lover a second glance, Alexandra walked out of the pavilion, to get her horse and to join the ranks of her waiting men.

***

For long moments, Alexandra remained immobile and silent, standing on the back of her white stallion, contemplating with awe the massive stone walls of the barren mountains, enormous natural monuments of granite that loomed imposingly above the tallest treetops.

They were a majestic sight, a true masterpiece of nature, yet a very menacing one at the same time. Those peaks represented not only the southern border of her Kingdom; they were actually the natural barrier that separated the civilization of the northern people from the desolation and barbarism that lay beyond, in the cursed and inhospitable wasteland of Gloomdor. Two completely different worlds were laying at the opposite sides of that huge barrier of stone.

A light wind blew through the branches of the dense trees all around, sometimes producing sinister and somewhat disturbing hisses in the otherwise deep silence of the forest. More than once, Alexandra had the impression of hearing a sort of inhuman voice whispering in the breeze, as she and her soldiers proceeded at a slow pace on their horses, getting closer and closer to those mountains.

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