Nyarra dreamt of her past.

She dreamt of her time growing up in the village of Morthan. It was a simple life,
full of daily routines and chores, but ultimately unsatisfying to her. She didn't
want to spend her life living in a small village. She wanted to leave and travel
the realms, exploring for treasure and making a name for herself. Tales told by
travelling merchants and their mercenary guards only fuelled her desires. She
joined a passing caravan one summer and never looked back. One of the female
caravan guards took Nyarra under her wing and helped her develop and improve her
meagre fighting skills. She also taught her other things that Nyarra had only briefly
 encountered as a young woman. 

One afternoon after a lengthy and vigorous training session, they had retired to a
nearby sheltered pond to wash away the dirt and sweat, as well as tend to the cuts
and bruises they had inflicted upon one another. As Senna worked some scented oil
into Nyarra's shoulder, she relaxed and sighed a bit. Senna's massage turned gentler,
and her hands began to caress Nyarra's back and upper arms. Nyarra closed her eyes and
tilted her head back as she enjoyed the tingly sensation that was
beginning to travel through her skin. Senna's hands moved down over Nyarra's body,
brushed across her hips and back up her stomach. She felt Senna softly kiss the
side of her neck and press her own bountiful breasts into Nyarra's back. Nyarra
could feel how hard Senna's nipples were, and the heat of her body and her soft
caresses were beginning to spark a warmth in Nyarra.

Nyarra had playfully experimented with other girls before, trading kisses and
clumsy caresses through clothing, but this was something on another level. Senna
was awakening a desire in Nyarra that she hadn't felt before. As Senna's hands
moved up to Nyarra's breasts and began to gently squeeze and caress them, Nyarra
turned her head and kissed Senna. It was tentative and hesitant at first, but
Nyarra's ardour grew and the kiss became deeper, more passionate. Nyarra turned
into Senna's embrace and wrapped her arms around her. Their breasts pressed
together, Nyarra's hands travelled over Senna's back and down to her firm, muscular
ass. Her passion growing, she gripped Senna's ass and pulled their embrace tighter.
Senna responded with equal passion, her tongue driving into Nyarra's mouth and
swirling around, her hands squeezing and groping Nyarra's ass. Nyarra broke away
from the kiss and moaned as Senna slid a hand between their bodies and worked her
fingers between Nyarra's legs. As Senna slid her fingers over Nyarra's pussy, she
opened her legs a bit more and arched her back away from Senna. She brought her
hands up and wrapped her fingers in Senna's hair as Senna dipped her head down and
began to kiss her way down Nyarra's chest, her tongue playing with her nipples. As
Senna slid her fingers up and down Nyarra's pussy, she gently parted her moist lips
and rubbed her thumb over Nyarra's clit. Nyarra's legs trembled when Senna pushed a
finger into Nyarra's pussy and began to slowly finger fuck her. 

Nyarra had masturbated before, but this was definitely better. Senna slowly lowered
herself down, leaving a trail of kisses down Nyarra's body as she went. Senna then
pulled Nyarra down onto the grass beside her and rolled over on top of her.
Fastening her mouth on Nyarra's breasts once more, she licked and kissed and sucked
as her fingers continued to work on Nyarra's pussy which continued to get wetter.
Senna gave Nyarra's nipples one last hard suck, then she slowly kissed her way down
Nyarra's body. Removing her fingers, she pushed Nyarra's legs apart and lowered her
head down, her tongue coming out and gliding over Nyarra's pussy. Nyarra gasped and
dug her fingers into the grass beside her. She'd never had anyone go down on her before,
and the sensation was exquisite. Senna wrapped her arms around Nyarra's legs and gripped
her thighs, holding her in place as she worked her mouth over the
dripping wet pussy in front of her. Nyarra brought her hands up and wrapped her
fingers in Senna's hair and tried to pull her questing tongue deeper into her. As
her orgasm built, her hips started to shake and buck under her, her breath coming
out in gasps of pleasure. Nyarra tried to stifle her cry as she came, Senna
continuing to lick and tease and suck on her clit. Gasping, her body trembling, she
felt weak as Senna lifted her head, her face wet with Nyarra's pussy juice. Sliding
up Nyarra's body, Senna kissed her, letting Nyarra taste herself. Pulling her head
away, Senna smiled mischievously and licked her lips

“my turn”

Senna sat up, straddling Nyarra's body and moved up, pinning Nyarra's arms to the
ground with her legs, her own wet sex just inches from Nyarra's mouth. Grabbing
Nyarra's hair, Senna pulled her face up and rubbed her pussy over Nyarra's mouth and
chin. Nyarra gasped a little; she'd never done anything like this before.
Hesitantly, Nyarra stuck her tongue out and brushed it over Senna's pussy. The
taste was strange, different from her own, but not unpleasant. She stuck her tongue
out again and licked a little harder this time. Senna moaned quietly.

“that's it, be a good girl and lick me to a nice orgasm”

Senna began to grind her pussy back and forth on Nyarra's mouth as she began to
lick with more confidence. Learning as she went, she licked and sucked on Senna's
pussy and clit, her face getting wetter and Senna's breathing coming shallower and
faster, intermingled with gasps and moans. Sucking hard on Senna's clit, she felt
Senna tense up. Senna's hands tightened their grip in Nyarra's hair, almost
painfully so as she rocked her hips and ground her pussy back and forth on Nyarra's
face. With a shuddering cry, Senna came, pussy juice flooding out over Nyarra's
mouth and she fell forward onto her hands as her body shook, then rolled off of
Nyarra to lay panting on the grass beside her.

Slowly, Nyarra rolled on to her side, then moved over to Senna. Laying against her,
she draped one arm over Senna's body and looked up at her.

“that was amazing, Senna. I.....I've never done anything like that before.” Nyarra
blushed furiously.

Senna turned to look at Nyarra's face, wet and glistening with pussy juice

“well, kitten, for someone with no experience, you certainly learned quickly. You
did a good job” Senna then moved closer and licked some of her pussy juice off
Nyarra's face before kissing her tenderly.

Nyarra blushed again and bit her lower lip, lowering her gaze a bit.

“can...can we do that again?” she asked shyly

Senna chuckled at Nyarra's shyness

“oh, most definitely”

Senna slid her hand down Nyarra's body and ran her fingers through Nyarra's bushy
pubic hair, giving it a light tug

“but first, you need a shave. I don't much like hair in my food”

Senna laughed as Nyarra blushed intensely and pulled her hands up to hide her face.


Over the weeks that followed, Nyarra continued to hone her combat, as well as her
lovemaking skills under Senna's practised hands. Senna taught her how to shave her
pubic hair, but Nyarra stopped short of removing it all as Senna did, and instead
kept a neatly trimmed triangle of hair above her pussy – she liked the way it
looked and felt. Senna also taught her how to please a man, inviting a travelling
bard to join them on a couple of occasions. She also learned a very important 
lesson through all this – how not to get pregnant.


Nyarra's combat skills were put to the test one night when a small group of bandits
waylaid their caravan as it passed through a dense forest. They came in fast and loud,
attempting to frighten the horses and sow confusion, but the guards rallied quickly and
posted a strong defence. Nyarra found herself backed up against one of
the wagons defending herself from a burly bandit armed with a hand axe.

“you're a pretty little thing, ain't yah, lass” he taunted “give it up and me and the
boys'll take real good care of you”

Holding her short sword in front of her, she gritted her teeth

“I'll see you in hell before I let you slime touch me” she replied angrily

“I guess we'll just have to make do with your corpse then!” he shouted and swung
his axe toward her head.

Ducking under the blow, she heard the axe bite into the wagon above her. Moving to
the side, she dragged the edge of her blade across his thigh, slicing open his
breeches and leaving a deep cut in the flesh beneath. The bandit cried out as he swung
his open hand in her direction, catching her a glancing blow across the face.
Rolling away, Nyarra got to her feet in a defensive crouch and shook her head. That
blow had hurt and bright points of light danced across her vision. The bandit
wrenched his axe out of the wagon, then rubbed his hand on his thigh where she had
struck – it came away bloody and wet.

“you'll pay for that girl” he snarled, then lunged at her quicker than she had thought
he could move. Desperately she fought off his flurry of blows, her sword ringing with
every parry, every blow sending a jolt up her arm. He was tiring her out and she was
finding it harder and harder to avoid his axe. Stumbling over her feet, she barely got
her sword up in time to deflect his next blow, but it wasn't quite enough – the tip of
his blade carved through her corset and left a bloody gash across her stomach.

“Aaah!” she cried out in pain and fell backward, sprawling on her ass beside the
fire pit. Grinning in triumph, the bandit raised his axe to end her. As the axe came down,
she rolled to the side and grabbed a handful of still hot ashes. The axe
buried itself in the ground inches from her body. Ignoring the pain, she threw the hot
ashes into his face and he screamed as they burned his throat and eyes. As the bandit
clawed at his face, she retrieved her blade and plunged it up through his groin and into
his body, twisting it as hard as she could before pulling it out in a gush of blood. The
bandit's scream became more shrill as he clutched his groin and stumbled backwards a few
paces before crumpling to his knees. Standing up, she
walked over to him as he sat rocking back and forth, sobbing and clutching his
severed manhood.

Grabbing the man's hair, she tilted his head back and spit in his face.

“see you in hell” she growled, then shoved her sword through his chest.
Pulling her sword out, she stepped back and the bandit's corpse crumpled to the
ground.

Looking around, she saw the rest of the guards had the bandits on the run and they were
fleeing back into the woods. 

“Nyarra!” she heard Senna call out

“I'm here, Senna” she called back weakly

Senna came jogging over to her, spattered with blood. She had several gashes in her
clothes, and one of her short braids was cut short with a thin slice through her
scalp behind.

“Are you alright, kitten?” Senna asked anxiously

“I'm....I'm ok....I think. Just a little tired......” Nyarra swayed on her feet a
little and her face suddenly went grey. Dropping to her knees, she turned and vomited on
the ground as the adrenaline rush of battle left her and the pain of her
wounds flared.

Senna let go of her sword and dropped down beside Nyarra, holding her steady as her
stomach continued to heave and spasm from both her wound and the stench of battle.

“it's alright kitten, the first battle is always the worst. I'll take care of you.”
Senna rubbed Nyarra's arms and held her until her shaking stopped.

As her tension eased, Nyarra sat up and leaned into Senna's arms.

“Oww! Gods!” she cried out as the gash across her belly flared a spike of pain
through her. She clutched her belly and moaned.

“Nyarra!” Senna cried
Pulling Nyarra's hands away from her belly, Senna took in the gash across her stomach
and the blood leaking out.
“dammit!” she cursed “let me take care of you kitten”
Senna quickly unbuckled Nyarra's corset and peeled it off her, then pulled her shirt up
to expose the wound. 

“hold still kitten, let me patch you up” Senna ran over to the nearby wagon and grabbed a
bottle of strong whisky and a blanket. Picking up a small leather pouch as well, she
rushed back to Nyarra.

Folding up the blanket, she carefully placed it under Nyarra's head to make her more
comfortable, then ripped one of the torn sleeves off her own shirt. Dabbing
the blood away with her shirtsleeve, she carefully examined the wound.

“not very deep, you're lucky. A few stitches and some rest and you'll be right as
rain in no time” Senna leaned up and kissed Nyarra.

“now, this is going to sting a bit” Senna warned as she uncorked the bottle of
whisky and poured some over the wound. Nyarra's back arched and she screamed as the
alcohol burned on her raw flesh.

Working quickly, Senna pulled a needle and thread out of the leather pouch and
began to stitch up the open cut. Nyarra whimpered and cried as Senna worked, her
small neat stitches pulling the wound closed and stemming the flow of blood. When
she had tied off the last stitch, Senna poured more whisky over the wound to clean
it once more. Nyarra was so exhausted by this time that she could only twitch a bit
and whimper once more. Satisfied with her work, Senna wrapped some bandages around
Nyarra's stomach to keep the wound clean and dry. Leaning forward, Senna kissed
Nyarra once more and brushed the sweat-damp hair out of her face.

“all better now kitten. Let's get you into bed so you can rest” Senna smiled warmly
and stood up. Calling over one of the other guards, they carefully got Nyarra on
her feet and half-carried her to one of the wagons. Getting her inside, Senna
stripped off the rest of Nyarra's clothes and tucked her into one of the bunks,
wrapping several thick blankets around her to keep her warm. Nyarra smiled lovingly
at Senna

“thirsty” she whispered weakly

Senna pulled a water skin off its hook and held it for Nyarra to drink.

“slowly, kitten. Little sips”

Her thirst quenched, Nyarra smiled and slipped one of her hands out from under the
blankets and grabbed Senna's hand, giving it a squeeze.

“sleep now kitten” Senna whispered

Nyarra's eyes fluttered closed as exhaustion overtook her.