Warlord

“There were many times in your past when you could have done right. I hope in the future you will not ignore those chances.”



Lady Christine Marlowe regarded the bandits, now restrained and disarmed. She picked up her handheld radio.



“Last call,” she said. “Everything must go.”



The townspeople from nearby Bale’s Brook emerged from their homes, not quite believing that the bandits who had terrorized them for six years were done with. Lady Christine directed them, having them gather the bandits’ weapons and what remained of their armor. Some of them wanted revenge, and Christine stopped them. She told them to go back to their homes.



Once the villagers had taken everything, Christine took an electronic key from her armor and unshackled each of the ten bandits who were still alive.



“Now what?” The leader, a massive ogre with cybernetic implants glared.



“You all know the area,” Lady Christine replied. “Decide where you want to go.”



The bandits looked at each other fearfully.



“Towns around here hate us!” One of the smaller men protested. “They’ll hang us!”



“I suppose you earned those feelings,” Christine mounted her robot horse. “If you can eliminate those feelings, it will be because you earn it.”



Christine rode off.







“Lady Christine?”



The cyber knight turned, seeing nothing through the woods.



“Lady Christine,” whispered a feminine voice in her ear.



Christine jumped. The woman next to her had appeared from nowhere, hovering so that her feet floated above the ground, and in her hands was a black staff.



Her eyes were red, like rubies. Her hair was like chrome strands, spun silver. Her smile was mischeivous.



“Forest spirit?” Christine turned her horse, putting some distance between herself and the other woman.



“No,” the girl smiled.



“Who are you?” Christine tried. “How do you know me?”



“You’re a heroic knight,” the girl replied. “Everyone knows you. And I’m Irene. I think you’d like to know me.”



Lady Christine regarded her coolly. The cyber knight’s long red ponytail fluttered in the breeze.



Irene floated up uncomfortably close, so that Irene had to lean back to avoid touching faces.



“I think you’re beautiful,” the silver-haired girl breathed. “Do you think I’m beautiful?”



Christine did. She blushed, unwillingly thinking about her long journeys with no companionship.



“We’re both women,” Christine tried to argue. “I don’t...do that.”



Irene wrapped her arms around the breathless redhead, and kissed her softly, open-mouthed.



“Stop,” Christine protested, but Irene kept kissing her. It felt good to be kissed, and Christine tentatively kissed back for a few seconds.



“Does it feel right?” Irene asked. “I have a place we can go...”



“It...I don’t make love with people I don’t know,” Christine was aroused, but fighting it.



“So let’s get to know each other,” Irene traced her fingers down Christine’s armor. Christine found herself wishing she could feel the other woman’s touch.







“I’ve never done anything like this,” Christine gasped. She was naked on Irene’s bed, her full breasts being touched by Irene.



“I’ll guide you,” Irene whispered. They’d had a few drinks.



“You have a cute pussy,” Irene touched Christine between her legs, and the cyber knight gasped. “You should let me kiss it.”



Christine squeaked, feeling anxious at the new feelings. “You can kiss it,” she whispered.



Irene smiled. “You’ve never had a girl do that?”



Christine shook her head.



“A man?”



Christine shook her head again.



“Oh my.” Irene turned so that her butt was in the air, near Lady Christine’s field of view. She leaned in and started lapping at the pink lips framed by faint red hair.



Christine started gasping, excited at the feeling. She looked at Irene’s pretty rear end as it swayed and her big boobs that brushed her skin as the silver-hared beauty ate her out.



Nervously, the cyber knight touched Irene’s slit. The girl shifted, spreading her legs wider. Christine was excited by the reaction, and reached over with her free hand, touching Irene’s pussy with all her nimble fingers.



Irene moaned. She floated in the air, getting into the sixty-nine position with the redhead. She started lapping faster.



“OOH!!” Christine squealed. She started cumming, grabbing Irene’s thighs as she trembled in climax.



Irene giggled. She sat up, pressing her pussy down on Christine’s face. The redhead tried to protest, but the other woman’s butt covered her mouth and she started licking, trying to figure out how to please her lover.



“Don’t put your tongue out so far,” Irene got back down on Christine’s pussy. “Flick it, like this.” She fluttered her tongue against the redhead’s clitoris. Christine squealed, then tried to imitate what she was feeling. Irene sighed happily.



The two women licked each other lustily for some time, then Irene climbed off.



“I’m sorry,” Christine blushed. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”



“You were good,” Irene smiled. “I can just tell that you need a man inside you.”



Christine blushed. “I do miss...”



The cyber knight suddenly moaned, shuddering. Her body was on fire with lust.



“AAH!!” Christine gritted her teeth and gripped the bedspread. “AHH! Oh, God!!”



The knight thrust her hands between her legs, masturbating furiously.



“She’s a good one,” Nekajo entered his daughter’s room.



“I like her,” Irene kissed her father on the lips, teasing him with her tongue. “I want to keep her.”



“We’ll keep her with your others,” Nekajo reached for Irene’s ass, but the girl evaded him, giggling.



“You don’t get this,” Irene smacked herself on the butt, walking seductively out of the room.



Nekajo was inflamed with lust, his inability to use his power on his daughters grinding at him. He grabbed Lady Christine, roughly forcing her to all fours before slamming his throbbing cock into her tight pussy.



The usually prim and proper knight begged for cock, letting herself be fucked in positions and places she’d never done before. She didn’t even know who was in her, and she didn’t care. The tall, beautiful man had her standing, lying down, in the air. He fucked her face, pussy, and her ass, and she begged for more.







Jeram walked into his house smiling.



“Check this out,” he unfolded a long, transluscent skin that reflected a prism of colors.



“Oh my God!” His sixteen year old daughter Althea came in from the living room. “What did that come from?”



“Beats me,” Jeram answered. “It was kind of like a snake that flew through the air.”



“It’s pretty,” Kaila peeked out from the kitchen. “Are you going to sell it?”



“Haven’t decided,” Jeram said. “I thought I’d show my wife and daughter, and if they want it, they can have it.”



“I’ll take it,” Althea smiled.



Kaila looked at her. “Are you going to sell it?”



“No, mom,” Althea rolled her eyes.



Jeram tossed it to her. “Sold!”