1. The Trials of Valeriya: Back in Bonds; Chapter 2/15

    Date: 10/5/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Consensual Sex, Straight Sex, Author: Stick of Truth, Source: sexstories.com

    WARNING - ADULTS ONLY Please be advised that this is sexually explicit material and is not to be viewed by minors under the age of 18. If you are not of legal age please close this window immediately. All rights reserved. No part of this text may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author. Copyright © 2014 by High Smut All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. Full story first appeared in highsmut.blogspot.com THE TRIALS OF VALERIYA BACK IN BONDS by Eldest, The Third Chapter 2 Valeriya awoke from her sleep but remained lying on her side for a while longer. Between a belly filled with mead and a gratifyingly grueling shagging, the blonde had somehow managed to sleep rather serenely. A good fucking always kept the nightmares away, she had noticed long ago. But now her bladder was full to bursting—Valeriya needed to urinate desperately. But it felt so good lying there motionless on the bed! I wish I was still a babe, she thought idly. That way I could just let go where I slept! But then again, being a child again would’ve meant that her parents would’ve still been living. She cursed her chain of thought. The sword-maiden sat up with a groan. Her thighs were glued together with her last night’s earnings, and it stung when she spread them apart. Valeriya could tell it was morning from the light streaming through the cracks on the window, but still very ... early. She opened the window and let the cool morning air pour in. The room didn’t have much, but the things she required were there. After relieving herself on the chamber pot, Valeriya poured some water in the washbasin and scrubbed her body clean with a wet washcloth. She redid her hair, donned her weapon and “armor”, and went downstairs. She would break her fast and start early on her way to Wahrendahl. Valeriya hoped to cover a great distance before the day heated up. She had managed to save up some coin to buy a couple of spell tomes. It would be nice to see her old teachers again as well. And then the day got a whole lot interesting. What’s this fool still doing here? The Cincuman from last night was dining, cavalier as a prince, on a table near the fireplace. The hall was empty except for her, the Cincuman and a maid sweeping the floor. Valeriya rushed to the man. “Are you addled in here, man?” she said irritatedly, touching her temple with a dainty forefinger. “Why have you come back?” The Cincuman looked up from his trencher. “Ah! The fortuitous drunken wench from yesternight!” He had a refined, yet, a bit nasal accent. “Come! Sit! Let me buy you breakfast.” The way he talked, and the way he looked at her—despite his diminutive stature, it felt to Valeriya like the man was looking down on her, right beneath his pointy nose. She liked it not. “Watch it little man!” Valeriya chewed her words, clenching her fists. “I saved you from a beating or worse last night. Don’t ...