Princess Lance

Chapter One

                   Flashback

Sara walks into her motel room with a fit of rage. She slams the door hard which makes the woman in the room jump up and stand to attention. That little stunt causes her heart of stone to break a little and as small smile etched across Sara's face.

"You're the only person who knows how to konck the walls down I built. If you were an enemy, I would have to surrender all I have to you.

The brunette smiled before responding in a British accent, "I do not wish to have your worldly possessions. Castles clumb and fall. Gold and sliver will melt away. And a land will withered and die."

"But I would have to give you something."

The brunette smiled wickedly and approached Sara. The she hooks her a finger onto each strap and slips them down Sara's shoulders. If any other woman had dared to appteam what the burnette had just done, Sara would've killed her, but there was something about the burnette that possesses Sara like no other woman has ever done before.

The dress Sara was wearing fell to the floor and pooled around her feet. She steps out of it and stands before the brunette in the nude.

"I surrender. My body, my soul, and my life all belong to you."

           End of Flashback

Sara stayed awake most of the night, at one point she went to go releave the graud and took over the night watch. When two hours were up, someone came to rleave Sara.

Nyssa woke up with a satisfied yawn as she rose up and stretched. Then she climbed out of bed and was surprised when she didn't see Sara on the floor. She hread her last night, moaning in her sleep as she tossed and truned. Nyssa also heard her mumble someone's name as well. The only audible thing Nyssa heard was

'I surrender. My body, my soul, and my life all belong to you.'

Nyssa didn't know what to make if that, but whomever Sara was dreaming about, the person must have been someone very close to her.

Speaking of the blonde, she was walking into the tent and Nyssa didn't know what to say until Sara responded.

"How did you sleep?"

"Very well. Your bed is really soft."

"I'm glad you liked it." Sara said. At first Sara didn't say anything until Nyssa approached her.

"What's wrong?"

"I wished to be free of my Roman bands." Nyssa said. Sara knew the Roman costume. To make a Roman slave yours, you must court her, fuck her, and brand her as your own. But it looked like Nyssa wanted to skip a few steps and get straight to the sex.

"I cannot own another." Sara said. It was almost a whisper and Nyssa knows why Sara is scared. Question is, can Nyssa be as bold as the woman Sara used to own.

It didn't take long to find out as Nyssa backhands her hard. Sara's jaw started to sting and a red mark appeared on her face. Sara return the favor and hit Nyssa hard with left that koncked the woman onto back. Sara got onto top of her and straddle her waist, but she was able to flip her over so that she was now the one on top. Both women were panting as Nyssa made the next move. She bent down and captured Sara's lips in a kiss. Sara's hands shot up to Nyssa's ass as she cupped the brunette's round butt. Nyssa moaned into Sara's mouth as her hands roamed down Sara's body until she came to the place she wanted to touch the most.

Sara had saw her intimate part last night, now she was mere inches away from touching Sara's intimate part. A finger gently enters Sara and she groans in pleasure. It has been too long since anyone has touched her and she would be damned if she was going to try and stop her now.

It didn't take long for Nyssa to get a rhythm started and Sara bruied head in Nyssa's shoulder as the burnette pumped her fingers in and out of Sara.

She was close, Nyssa could tell because Sara's cries of passion were getting louder and louder, so Nyssa hooked her fingers and touched Sara deep inside and that was all it took. She came with a roaring scream, biting down on Nyssa's shoulder as the pleasure washed over her. When she stopped twitching, Nyssa removed her fingers and licked them clean. She then stood up and offered Sara her hand. The blonde refused it and stood up on her own before storming out of the tent while Nyssa just stood there with a somber look on her face.

Sara couldn't believe what just happen. There was only one woman who could cause her to surrender like that, but she was dead. You don't come back from a battle ax to the chest. That day was also the day that Sara's heart was ripped from her chest as she laid her lover to rest. And from then on, she was a soulless woman who only took what she needed during sex and then threw the partner out on their ass. Never sharing an
intimate moment meant that she would never allow herself to fall in love. Until today she had never shared an intimate moment with someone and now she was falling in love.