Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, sat astride her noble steed Snowglide as the mare walked steadily along the dusty road. She was on a journey, although not to anywhere in particular - sometimes she enjoyed simply taking her horse and striking out into the queendom with no destination in mind. Not everyone could travel easily or had a Knight of the Land who lived locally, so Sara tried to travel as much as she could so that she could find those people in need of her help.
In this instance she had journeyed west towards the edge of the queendom where it was bordered by a huge mountain range. The land here was rugged and mountainous and there were not many large settlements. The closest city was a few hundred miles to the north built around the castle of the duchess Lady Brenwick, who Sara knew all about thanks to her friend the knight Sir Jeffrey.
The thought of Sir Jeffrey made her pussy throb with desire and she smiled to herself. She was getting horny and would need to stop fairly soon. For you see, Dame Sara had a curse, or a blessing depending on your viewpoint.
She was imbued with sex magic that lived inside her. It meant she enjoyed sex far more than a normal person and whatsmore it meant that her partners did too. The men, and sometimes women, that she slept with always experienced more pleasure than they ever had before in their lives. In other words, she had a magic cunt.
Of course, such potent sex magic did have its drawbacks. Sara would have to have sex at least twice a day or she would grow delirious with horniness. This could be very embarrassing, so Sara made sure to keep on top of things by frequently indulging her carnal desires. Her lovers did not seem to mind.
Thankfully for Sara's appetite, she was beautiful, so finding partners did not usually prove difficult. She had a stunning and sexy figure, with a slender body, long luscious legs and wonderfully large breasts. She had long blonde hair and shimmering blue eyes which only enhanced her beautiful face.
Letting her mind come back to the present she noticed a settlement up ahead. She could see a small hamlet with a few thatched cottages and what looked like an inn.
She guided Snowglide towards it and soon enough was stopping outside the inn. A young man took her horse round to the stables and she entered the small tavern. Inside it was warm and welcoming and she smiled to herself as all the heads turned to look at her and their eyes went wide. It was surprisingly busy for such a small tavern.
She walked over to the barkeep and leaned on the counter.
"I would like a room for the night, and the heartiest meal you have, good sir," she said, flashing a beautiful smile.
He grimaced. "I'm afraid I have no rooms," he said sadly. "We're full. All the farm folk seeking shelter here."
"Shelter?" Sara asked. "Shelter from what?"
"From the attacks. That's why you're here, no?"
Sara was alarmed at the news. "No. I hadn't heard of any attacks. Who is attacking you? From where?"
"Gryphons," said a voice to her right and Sara turned to see an old woman standing there.
"Gryphons?" Sara said, startled. "Are you sure?"
The old woman nodded. "Yes I am. Please, follow me."
Sara followed her to a table in the corner of the room, where she took a seat. The old woman smiled at her and sat opposite.
"I am named June," the woman said. "And you are Dame Sara Illou, a Knight of the Land."
Sara was taken aback. "How did you know my name?" she said, surprised.
"I may be old, but I am not stupid. Your fame precedes you, dame knight," June laughed. Then her smile faded. "And I hope to the gods above that your reputation is true. We could use your help."
Sara leaned in, concerned. "What is happening? Gryphons haven't been seen for three hundred years!"
Sara knew that for a fact. Gryphons used to exist all over the realm and in fact many centuries ago had been used by the Royal Guard as ferocious and impressive mounts.
And yet three hundred years ago they had disappeared. Gryphons were aggressive and monstrous creatures and those in the wild had been hunted to extinction. Civilisation could not easily thrive when wild gryphons lived nearby, so as the population grew they had been driven away. At the same time those in the care of the royal palace had not lasted much longer - a series of wars had reduced their number and they bred too slowly to be replaced.
All in all most scholars agreed that gryphons had died out. So Sara's surprise was completely reasonable.
"Have you seen one of these gryphons yourself?" she asked.
June should her head. "I have not, but I know it to be true. I have seen the devastation left in their wake, and I have heard the tales of those who have fled. Everyone says the same thing - they are gryphons."
"Has anyone been hurt?"
June sighed in relief. "Thankfully not. It seems the gryphons are more interested in destruction and stealing livestock than hunting people. For now, anyway."
Sara leaned forward and reached out to place a soothing hand on June's. "Tell me everything you know."
She listened as the old woman explained the attacks. People were scared and they had flocked to the hamlet for protection. They needed help. There were no guards stationed nearby and so they were depending on a patrol which wasn't scheduled for many months.
