Help Sasha

You have little choice now; you decide with a small flash of irritation. A heavy length of wood rests not far from where you stand, picking it up you move behind Djuba and then bring it down hard on his head. Djuba drops without a sound at your feet and lies still, dead, dying perhaps, maybe even just knocked out depending on how thick his skull is.

“Oh thank-you Lippy!” To your surprise Sasha throws herself into your arms pressing her soft cheek against your chest and wrapping her arms around your waist. “I was so scared…” You allow her to hug you, enjoying the feel of a woman’s body pressing against yours. Djuba was an idiot. You feel some regret at having to strike him, but nothing less would have convinced Sasha that you could be trusted. If only he had followed your lead instead of acting on his own, you might have been able to save him as well.

“I thought he was going to **** me…” her slender body shudders against yours. “I couldn’t stop him; he was too strong …” Again, she quivers against your chest and you gently place one of your big hands on her back, suddenly aware of how good she feels pressed against you.

Sasha’s breasts are separated only by her light clothing from your muscular chest, the feel of her nipples stiffening through the cloth is unmistakable. With a start Sasha pulls away from you dropping her arms and straightening her shoulders. Her eyes glare at you for a moment as if it is your fault that she found you attractive. After a split second she seems to regain a little of her composure, and she rests her soft hand on your arm.

“Well,” She pauses uncertainly “thank-you again Lippy.” Her eyes drop to Djuba’s crumpled body and the pool of blood that is collecting near his head. “Is he dead?” She asks.

“Probably” you answer, “Should I run for a healer?” You make no attempt to limit your language, but Sasha doesn’t seem to notice.

“No, leave him.” She kicks him sharply in his ribs, but Djuba makes no sound. “He deserves to die, but I must leave now, before mother notices I’m missing.” Sasha takes the reins from you and moves to the palfrey’s head leading the light horse away from the smell of blood. “Get a shirt on Lippy, quick now.” With a shrug you take your shirt from the hook above your bunk and pull it over your chest. As soon as you are dressed you open the heavy stable door and step to the side as Sasha leads her horse through the arch and into the bright sun of the square.

“Help me up Lippy.” You are surprised by Sasha’s request, you’ve seen her vault onto the small horse’s back easily, but today she waits by its side. She probably intended for you to cup your hands for her booted foot, but you take advantage of her command to wrap your hands around her slim waist. She squeaks in alarm you lift her body directly up into the palfrey’s saddle. It feels good to use your muscles and size to remind her just how powerful you are compared to her. Her abdomen felt firm as you hoisted her into the air your hands easily span her slender waist, and through the quilted fabric of her tunic you could detect her lower ribs as you lifted her.

Sasha was smaller than the women of your village, and you doubt she'd be able to bear you warrior sons, but still, you half regret not helping yourself to your master's uppity daughter when you had the chance. Sasha slender white body would look good riding on your ebony spear, and although she might not be a virgin, you'd have bet a dozen milking cows that her pretty little sister had never even seen a cock. With the city walls close to falling, it won't be long until she learns what it feels like to have a man use her soft body for his enjoyment. Maybe you could still get the house key from Miss Sasha's belt ...

“Let’s go Lippy” she tells you as she kicks her heels into the mount’s side “Be sure to stay close.”

Across the square you see several unsavory looking men eying the two of you.