The Amazon And Her Granddaughter Ch 02

There's no direct incest in this chapter, but there are incest themes.

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Sir Belgrothian stayed five nights and Aina remained untouched. Which, as far as Katarinka was concerned, was another black mark against him; any red-blooded Amazon who was betrothed to as sexy a thing as Aina would have made sure they had sneaked in at night to test the merchandise (to put it in a way the merchants understood), few high-born thralls reached their wedding night a virgin, even if they'd been one when their engagement was announced.

Still, that was only the least of Katarinka's worries. She'd originally thought that Hugh's interruption of her conversation with his wife had been petty rudeness -- the type weak men like him excelled in. But since then whenever she'd tried to talk to Yulianna she'd been blocked, by servants, by guards, by Hugh himself -- she was asleep or too tired, in her toilet or being purged by the doctor. Each excuse was reasonable, but when Katarinka tried to find another time it too was never convenient. At first, she had accepted it, but as the week had gone on she more and more believed Hugh was deliberately keeping her from talking to the Amazon.

Luckily the manor had its compensations. Firstly, the serving girls might think up lots of excuses to stop her seeing her daughter-in-law, but amongst their number there were enough choice nymphets who were willing to tumble into her bed for a gold coin, that she'd fucked a different one each night and never been disappointed. Secondly, there was Aina.

Her granddaughter had grown from a gawky child into a winsome young woman, attractive and alluring with the fresh face of youth and an attractive unawareness about how sexily beautiful she really was, with her toothy wide smile and slender body, with her pert tits stealthily covered by the silks and satins she wore which exposed their shapes if not the details. If Katarinka had been Belgrothian, which thank the Goddess she was not, she'd have had the teen girl on her arm all during the day and on her back all during the night. But the man's failings were a boon to the Amazon, as she instead got the pleasure of teenager's company that Belgrothian forgo. The teen turned out not just to be a pretty face, but a witty conversationalist and raconteur, able to make even the most boring of tales entertaining -- funny or exciting -- depending on where she was going with it and surprisingly well-informed for a thrall, with a passing knowledge of other lands and their rulers, as well as the beasts which hunted them (mystical or otherwise).

More and more Katarinka felt a sexual attraction to the younger woman, incest wasn't common amongst Amazons and thralls, but nor was it rare and the Goddess blessed relationships between Mom and daughter and sisters as much as she did those with no blood relation. Still, however much she disliked Belgrothian the teen was betrothed to him and it would ill bode Katarinka to interfere, in this foreign land, especially by cuckolding him, even if Aina had been willing and whilst Katarinka suspected the teen felt an attraction towards her (she was a thrall, even if brought up in the land of men) she was also too well brought up to act on her desires, no matter how much she wanted it.

Still, Katarinka could dream and admire the teen and lead her onto the dance floor, to have her granddaughter close, her head leaning on the older woman's shoulders as they glided across the floor, their feet moving so in unison they were almost one. Katarinka guided her across the floor towards the top table, where Yulianna sat, though slumped might be a better description, over a still full plate. Hugh seemed to realise where she was heading and with surprising grace interrupted the dance, "May I have the pleasure?" he said with a smile which suggested it was anything but. For a moment Katarinka thought he was asking for his step-daughter, though she immediately realised that he wouldn't allow her a beeline to his wife.

"Me?" she asked.

"My lady, I've not had the pleasure since you arrived, I'll lead."

There was little Katarinka could do without causing a scene and if she did that, here, in this land, everyone would be on his side. She quickly swallowed her pride and allowed him to take her on a quick trot around the floor. He was clumsy and slow-footed, not a man who spent much time dancing she guessed, he had probably not done it since his wedding day. "I fear my wife is not long for this world," he said as they moved.

"The Goddess may yet be good," it was a platitude, Yulianna looked so ill and worn that even the Goddess's infinite goodness was probably not enough to keep her in this world.

The man shrugged, as if he didn't believe in the Goddess and even if he had it mattered little. "I think only days, she will not live for the wedding I am sorry. You will stay for the funeral."

"For the wedding," replied Katarinka, leaving it unsaid about whether she believed it would be before or after Yulianna was laid to rest.

"Of course, as Aina's beloved Grandmama, you'll be an honoured guest," he said. He broke away from her, successfully diverted from the top table, "I see my wife is tired, I'll arrange for her to be taken to bed."

He bowed and withdrew, and immediately Aina was on the dancefloor taking his place. "What did he want?" accentuating the 'he' with vehemence.

Katarinka didn't tell her, though the girl was not stupid, she knew her Mama was dying. "Just plans for your wedding," she lied.

"Hmpff," snorted Aina, giving her view on that supposedly happy day. She clung closer to her Grandmom, resting her head on her shoulder as if that was the place where she was truly happy. Katarinka let, her, slowing the dance and sliding her hands to the teen's naked back and stroking it gently, as if they were lovers in a moonlight copse, dancing under the stars.

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There was a knock on the door. Katarinka wasn't expecting anyone, but nor was it unexpected. Over the last few nights, a succession of maids had found an excuse to come knocking and to be introduced to her woman's weapon. None had yet left without sampling it and with a gold coin in addition -- as a souvenir.

"Come in," the Amazon called, getting up from the desk where she'd been sitting and reading a ponderous history of the Far Southern Isles.

The door opened and a young serving girl of perhaps eighteen or nineteen years of age came in; she wasn't as buxom as some and taller than others, almost like a willow, especially with her long, near golden, hair which reached loosely down to her lower back. Katarinka decided she'd fuck her.

The young woman gave a curtsey, a smile, which was either winsome or alluring depending on your view, spread across her face. "Have you finished with your supper plate, my lady?"

"I have," Katarinka stood up and gestured to the empty plate and flagon sitting on the top of a wooden shelf across the room, "What's your name?"

"Sara, my lady," the teen's smile was both coy and showing promise of fun to come. She stepped into the room and shut the door behind her, making little movement to collect the dishes.

Katarinka walked towards her, letting her eyes devour the teen's body as she did. Her hand reached round and cradled the younger woman's butt, stroking at it through the dress. "The plates should have been collected an hour ago."

"Should they, I'm sorry my lady," the teen said with a mischievous but sexy grin; she didn't seem in the least bit sorry.

"Didn't you know that coming into an Amazon's bedroom late at night can be dangerous?" Katarinka smiled, showing it was not unless you had a fear of women's weapons and she could tell Sara didn't.

"Really, my lady? I guess that's why all the girls who go in there end up screaming," the teen said saucily.

Katarinka grinned at the cheek and gave the teen a squeeze on the cheeks, making the younger woman giggle and wriggle like she wasn't trying too hard to get away from the arm which was wrapping around her waist and pulling her towards the Amazon so that she was pressed tightly against her. "You're someone who enjoys playing with fire."

"That's because I like heat," the teen teased and pulled herself away from Katarinka's grasp. She didn't go far and certainly made no attempt to pick up the plates she had supposedly come up to collect.

"I can tell," smiled Katarinka.

She moved towards Sara, who skipped playfully away so that she was next to the bed, leaning against one of the posts and grinning sultrily. "God's mercy, my Lady," she giggled, "I can see the danger."

"Really?" grinned Katarinka as she prepared to pounce.

"Oh yes," the teen twirled away again, almost dancing as she pirouetted across the floor. Even as she was avoiding Katarinka's embrace she was teasing the older woman, unlacing her dress so that the cleavage was immediately obvious and so the Amazon could see the sides of the pert bosoms and watch them jiggle as the teen skipped backwards. "I think you're a very dangerous woman."

"Only to my enemies," grinned Katarinka.

"I hope I'm not one of them," the teen arched her back, her tits pressing at the dress and took a couple of steps backwards so she was lodged against the wall, "Oh, I seem to be trapped, I hope you're not going to take advantage of me." She tittered playfully as she spoke and pulled her dress slightly wider, giving the lie to her words.

"Let's see," said Katarinka placing her arms on either side of the teen, at shoulder height, so she couldn't easily escape. She brought her head forward, her mouth meeting an already open one and her tongue slipping forward to wrestle energetically with the teen's. Sara moaned, her chest heaving as she kissed back eagerly, her lips melding to Katarinka's as her leg brushed at the older woman's thigh.

But she hadn't finished teasing yet, as she suddenly broke the kiss and skipped away from the Amazon, twirling around as she skipped towards the bed again. "Oh you're so bad," she giggled, "and me a poor innocent working girl who's just here to collect some dishes." She tugged at the dress's cord as she spoke, fully opening the front so her pert tits were free, they jiggled nicely as the teen took hold of the bedpost and swung against it, before retreating towards the shelf with the plate and flagon. If she had really been here for them it would have been the perfect moment to grab them and make her escape, but she only glanced at them before twirling and finding herself in the corner, trapped against two walls. "Oh dear, I'm all afear for my virtue," she grinned as held her hands above her head and wiggled her waist to bounce her breasts, "Oh, Amazon, do not harm me, I am yours."

"Mine," grinned Katarinka and kissed her again. The younger woman eagerly kissed back, not complaining as the Amazon reached up and grasped her wrists in a strong grasp and pressed her hard body against the teenager's soft, feminine one. Their tongues slithered together like two wyverns fighting over prey, twisting and turning, darting forward and back. With one hand still holding the teen's thin wrists, Katarinka used the other one to undo her own leather top, the garment falling to the ground with a heavy crump. She pressed forward against Sara, her bosoms squashing against the teen's, the nipples on both slowly hardening as they rubbed against each other.

Breaking the kiss again Sara grinned, "I'm your prisoner it seems, have your wicked way with me."

"It won't be wicked at all," Katarinka grinned back and dropped her mouth back onto the maid's in a passionate kiss. She let go of her wrists so that both her hands could move to the firm tits of the teenager and squeeze and knead them. Sara shuddered and trembled in excitement, her body rubbing at the older woman's, her tongue spitting and thrusting as she battled back at Katarinka's kisses with a passion of her own. With her hands now free she moved them to Katarinka's rear, lifting up the leather skirt and feeling the naked globes beneath, her fingers digging at the firm cheeks. The older woman kissed her even harder, her own hands pushing together the teenager's tits.

It was Katarinka who broke the kiss this time, but only so she could move downwards, first of all kissing the nape of the teen's neck and making her whinny like a newborn foal and her legs quiver like she was the same. Then she moved downwards, bending her head so that her mouth was on the younger woman's bosom, licking around the stiff nipple and kissing the top of it before, opening her mouth and slurping it in, suckling hard at the teat and its surrounding erogenous zone.

"My lady..." gasped Sara and then said no more, but just moaned. Katarinka lifted the teen's dress and slid a hand between her legs. The maid wasn't wearing smallclothes (probably she wasn't paid enough to afford them) allowing the Amazon easy access to her pussy. She rubbed up and over the lips with a couple of fingers, it was smooth and shaved apart from a small strip at the top. Katarinka rubbed through the soft pubic hair and then down again over the soft labia. Sara moaned again, louder, her mouth moving down to lightly bite at Katarinka's shoulder as the older woman continued. The Amazon stopped sucking the teenager's tits and moved to kiss her again, their mouths moving together as they made out with a passionate intensity. They broke again, Katarinka's lips remaining open long enough to take a tit between them. "My lady..." was all Sara said, a repeat of earlier, before saying it again with even more feeling, "My lady....oooohhh."

The young maid moaned and bucked in pleasure as Katarinka's pushed a couple of fingers into her tight pussy. The tunnel was already damp and it became even wetter as Katarinka worked her finger in and out, thrusting as deep as she could into the hole, the walls gripping at her fingers as if they were trying to squeeze the circulation out of them. The Amazon powered on, driving them into the cunt. Sara gasped and shuddered, her back arching against the wall and her long hair swinging wild. She let out a series of pleasured gasps, the sounds becoming louder and higher pitched as Katarinka went faster, ignoring the walls' attempt to grip and hold her and helped by the juice which was seeping from the wall making the hole slick and slippery. "Ooohhh, my Lady, ravish me, oooohhh, this is so good," the teen groaned, "Finger my cunt, oooohhh you're making me so hot and wet."

Reaching behind the teen Katarinka found the cord which held the dress up. She pulled it loose. The dress didn't fall straight away, it needed Sara to wiggle her shoulders and jiggle herself so that it fell down to her waist and stuck on her hips, flopping over Katarinka's waist as she continued to fuck the teenage hole with speed and passion, her fingers soaking with girl cum as she found the spots to hit and hammered them. Her mouth returned to the teen's, the two of them slurping and tonguing at each other, Sara's head pressed against the wall as the older Amazon pushed forward, still pumping the pussy with two fingers, penetrating deep.

The teen's hands reached for the buckle on the front of Katarinka's skirt. It was solid metal and not easy for the initiated to undo, so it took the teen a minute or two of struggle to get it open. Katarinka grinned as she lifted her head back, pulling her dripping finger from the warm and wet teenage cunt and running them over Sara's naked tit. "You want what's beneath?" she asked.

"A woman's weapon," the teen breathed, "Margo and the others told me about it. They warned you'd ravish me with it if I was not careful." A more careless maid it would be hard to imagine as she had allowed herself to be cornered in the room and for her dress to fall to her hips, nor did she seem particularly worried about being ravished as she pushed at the leather skirt, forcing it down, "You'd fuck a defenceless maid repeatedly with your weapon."

The skirt continued down, pushed over Katarinka's hips and then dropped down her thighs and calves to land with a thump. Beneath it, attached to leather straps, was her woman's weapon, ready lubricated and snugly fitted in the expectation of company. Sara's hand rolled over it, her mouth falling ajar as she realised the length and girth. "Oh my," she said, running a tongue over her lips, "It's big."

"Don't worry it'll fit," grinned Katarinka pushing the teen's dress the rest of the way down.

"I've never had one that large," Sara giggled, "It'll be something new."

"If you want me to ravish you," it was Katarinka's turn to tease the teen, knowing how wet and ready she was.

The younger woman gave a small pout, "You know you want to."

"I know you want it as well," grinned the Amazon, moving in for another passionate kiss, her hands on the younger woman's waist, drawing her into her. From the way the teen kissed back whilst still fondling the wooden cock, she wanted it a lot. She lifted a foot and kicked a sandal off, its pair following a second later, leaving her nude and Katarinka clad only in her boots. The Amazon pulled her head away, looking at the teen and putting her hands on her shoulder "You are beautiful."

"You're sexy," the teen said back, slowly dropping down to her knees with just the lightest pressure from the Amazon.

Opening her mouth she began to run her tongue over the smooth wood, glancing up at Katarinka as if to get the older woman to confirm she was doing it right. Katarinka nodded, "Run your tongue all around it, make it nice and wet so it'll slide in that fuckable little hole of yours."

The young woman giggled and did what she was told. Katarinka had already realised how lithe and flexible the teen's tongue was and looking down she confirmed it as Sara slid her tongue round the toy, twisting and turning as she went over and under it, slithering along its length and then retreating back, top, bottom, left, right. Her tongue swished and swirled, her eyes always looking up for the older woman's approbation. Katarinka grinned down, giving the teen her blessing to keep on doing what she was doing, the weapon would be nice and wet when it entered its sheath, "Go on, keep going," she instructed, "You'll know when it's ready."

The teen giggled and wiped a tiny trickle of spit from her lips. This time, as she returned to the cock, she opened her mouth and took it in, her lips rolling along the wood as she went down. She didn't stop after just a few inches either, but continued on down further and further, taking an impressive amount in her mouth and showing her innocent nature was just an act, no first-timer could have so successfully taken so much without gagging. The teen looked up again, a cheeky grin on her face, "How was that my Lady? Was it satisfactory?"

"More than that," smiled Katarinka.

The teen giggled again and returned to the cock. She went down slowly again, two inches, three, four, five, six, seven... as far as she'd got last time, which was impressive, but there was more to come, eight inches, nine. The teen had swallowed it all, the full length inside her mouth, making her cheeks bulge and down into her throat. She only held it for a moment, her eyes wide and watering, the muscles in her neck working as she struggled to breathe and then she let out. Katarinka smiled, "I think you're not as good a girl as you claimed."

The teen giggled and tossed her head coquettishly, "My Lady," she purred, "You do me wrong, I'm a good girl, I am."

So saying she returned to the cock like a cat to a mouse. Her open mouth slid down deep and hard before jerking back up, and then she was going down again, her head started rocking back and forth like she was a hammer hitting a nail. Katarinka gave an appreciative groan as she felt the weapon rubbing and pressing at her clit, waves of pleasure surged through her from her toes to her fingers. She rested her hands on the teenager's naked shoulders, massaging and squeezing them in encouragement as Sara sped up even more, driving her mouth down enthusiastically and gulping at the thick weapon. She didn't neglect her own pleasure either, as she reached down and rubbed hard at her cunt -- though it was already probably wet enough. The maid's moans merged with her grunts and slurps as she satisfied both herself and Katarinka.