Introductions

"So you are the defender of this city," She said, "I am Sahara Darkblade, sword of the queen of the knight, wielder of the blade of..." She seemed to blush slightly as she said, "passion," She straightened up again looking regal, "I would know the name of the knight who I will cross blades with."

"Umm," suddenly I was quite embarrassed, "I'm not actually a knight, my name is Galavan, wielder of," I stopped as I looked down at my spear, "sharp stick."

Sahara blinked, then squinted and looked me up and down. I felt quite judged, in the way no man wants to be judged by a beautiful woman, and make no mistake Sahara was a beautiful woman.

She had a full figure with large firm breasts, an hourglass waist, and tight ass. Her "armor" revealed her midriff, knee high boots drew attention to the perfect blue tinted skin of her thighs, her breasts almost spill out of the bra revealing quite a bit of cleavage.

Her beauty had been noticed by a certain part of me causing my cock to uncomfortably push against my trousers.

"You mean to tell me that the defender of this city that has struck terror into an army of bloodthirsty orcs is nothing more then a man," Sahara sounded incredulous.

"A man with a sharp stick," I countered.

"I'm going to enjoy defeating you," She said as she readied herself into a fighting stance.

I readied myself as best I could, putting my shield in front of me with my spear mounted on it.