Chapter 6
Barbara awoke to find herself laying her back on an altar in an old stone built chamber, where the sunlight shone through the old glass mirrors. When she lifted her back and moved to sitting on her knees, she realized her hands were still tied behind her back, yet she wasn't naked anymore, not counting her bare legs and feet. Her top currently wore a shimmering, backless white gown, drawn snug over her figure and sporting a partially ripped, plunging neckline, showing off her cleavage.
The princess scanned the room, then she was alerted to the sound of swords clashing beyond the room. Two bodies in full dark suits of leather burst through the doors before crashing on the ground. The princess recognized them as the two women who took them away from the Khajiit family's castle, only now they were dead, deeply and heavily slashed clean.
Entering the room before the Breton girl was a woman dual-wielding a silver longsword and silver shortsword. "Ah, so you must be the princess I was paid heavily to rescue and train. My name is Tyris."
As soon as she heard the name and look closely at the woman, Barbara began to realize who her savior was. When she was younger, the princess heard many tales and legends about a wandering heroic Nord woman from Skyrim called Tyris. Some say she was born and raised by nomadic tribe of hunters, while to others say she was the daughter of Jarl. But all the stories said she was a powerful master swordswoman, martial artist, thief, assassin, and a mercenary, who fought in wars, undertook silent operations, and champions arenas, battling many warriors, rogues, sorcerers, and monsters.
Like the stories described, the woman before the princess was tall, had light fair skin, long red hair over a face that possessed mature womanly beauty with red lips, and a sinuous body that possessed taut steeled muscles along with smooth sweeping curves and full bosoms under an outfit that only consists of a chainmail bikini with matching skirt, while her hands and feet wore leather gloves and boots.
So this was the famous Nord heroine, Tyris? Then she was the one M'Perissi sent the princess away to be trained by?
The Nord woman sheathed her sword and approached to inspect the Breton girl who stood on her feet by the altar who got off from. "Hmm. Still weak and needs more work, but I guess you'll do as something I can work with and help fix up." Then the tall Nord woman's red lips formed a smirk as she closed the distance between her and the Breton girl who looked back up at her nervously. "Hmm, but since I went through the trouble of rescuing a princess, I think I may as well be rewarded for my efforts, as payment in advance."
The princess was confused by what she meant, but it soon became clear when Tyris pulled Barbara close, and wrapped her strong arms around the slim pale figure. The princess's eyes quickly went wide as the Nord woman pressed their lips into a kiss, and the princess whimpered as their lips were pressed tightly. During that moment, the princess quickly found herself relaxing, closing her eyes, accepting the red lips pressed against hers, submitting to the kiss, and moaning as she felt Tyris's tongue dancing with hers.
Along with the stories of princess and brave knights and handsome princes, Princess Barbara also loved hearing such stories when she was younger about brave strong beautiful warrior women like Tyris who became something of a fascination to her. To actually meet the woman of such heroic tales was a surprise and very exciting, but to actually share a kiss with this red-headed woman of combined strength and beauty strangely felt like a dream come true.
During the kiss, the princess tried to move her arms, only to be reminded that her hands were still tied behind her, in addition to her arms being trapped behind her by the strong arms of Tyris wrapped around her. Being trapped this way during the kiss added more alluring pleasure to Barbara, but it also annoyed her a bit because her hands desire to explore the smooth curves of the feminine body before her. The only thing the princess could do was pop up a leg.
When Tyris slowly but finally pulled her lips away, the princess looked at her in a dazed state, while the Nord woman smirked back with a seductive chuckle.
During the next two years, Tyris trained Princess Barbara in the art of being a swordswoman, martial artist, thief, assassin, and huntress. Though she was from mastery, the princess was growing a new lean, sinuous, athletic figure. Barbara was sure, but she may have even more or less gained an increase in bust size.
During those two years, Barbara accompanied Tyris and went on many adventures across Skyrim, Cyrodil, and Morrowind, to help her gain experience, whether it's by offering their swords as mercenaries, stealing for the Thieves 'Guild, hunting wild beasts, or even assassinating for the Dark Brotherhood.
Currently, Tyris has Barbara participate in an arena tournament in Cyrodil. The Nord woman said she had nothing more to teach the princess, and this tournament would serve as her final exam. Then afterwards, whether she wins or loses, Barbara would have to learn to further develop her skills through her own experience, as a warrior should.
Barbara donned the Skyrim variant of a formfitting leather armor set, with a steel longsword as her weapon of choice. After somehow managing to reach the final match of the tournament, battling one gladiator after another, each almost beating her instantly, the Breton princess now faced her final opponent. It was a young Dunmer woman with dark gray skin, red eyes, and long black hair, beautiful, lean but more sinuous and athletic than the princess, wearing black scantily-clad armor similar to a dark seducer armor, and also wielding a steel longsword.
When the final round began, both young women leaped, swords flashing in deathly arcs as the crowd cheered. Barbara proved to have more strength and skill since she first started training to be a warrior and rogue, but the Dark Elf proved stronger and faster with her own dexterous fighting style against the human princess, swinging her blade like a dancer, moving and flipping like an acrobat.
When Barbara had her blades deflected, the Dunmer woman dealt blows to the Breton girl with various swings of kicks. The female Dark Elf fought gracefully, yet dirty, using a fighting style that was like an exotic dance that could distract an opponent, only for them to feel pain from her sudden aggressive slashes that pierced Barbara's armor, followed by kicks to the lower body.
The match soon ended in the Dunmer woman's favor when she disarmed the princess with her own blade and knocked the girl down with a kick, her dark lips smirking in victorious satisfaction as she pointed the tip of her blade down at the Breton, forcing her to admit defeat. Thus the champion of the arena was the Dunmer woman.
A week later, after her bruises and cuts from the tournament have been healed, Barbara and Tyris were staying at a local finest and most expensive inn, each staying separately in their own rooms opposite of each other.
During that cool night, Barbara stood wearing a lace nightdress. She quickly turned to the sound of the door opening.
"Tyris?" she wondered.
It was a little dark to see, but the woman standing by the door was clearly Tyris, wearing her own lace nightgown. She stepped into the room.
"I can't believe you're here," said Barbara.
The Nord woman smiled excitedly as she walked further into the room. "I wouldn't be anywhere else."
"Do you need something?"
"I came to reward you."
"Reward me?" the princess got excited.
Tyris nodded. "Yes. You didn't win that tournament, but you still made it to the final match, and showed much your strength and skill have come so far. I'm proud of you, you passed your final exam, for that you deserve a reward."
A reward? The thought of a reward somehow brought excitement to Barbara, and more so when the Tyris walked even closer to her, and the excitement continued to grow when the Nord woman's hands reached to remove the princess's lace nightgown, dropping it on the floor, leaving the princess standing in pale nude, before the red-headed woman proceeding to do the same for her own nightwear.
Now that both women stood completely nude, the Nord woman gently pulled the Breton girl, leading to breasts sliding against each other with both females moaning low as they held each other in a passionate embrace. The next thing Barbara knew, their bodies were sliding together, lips pressed tightly, tongues dancing, hands exploring everywhere. Tyris's scent, her femininity mixed with the taut steeliness of her muscles, even her larger size and her tongue against her smooth skin were things Barbara found herself hungering for.
Barbara had not shared a kiss with Tyris since the day they met, and she remembered desiring another taste for a time. To finally feel this Nord woman's red lips pressed tightly with hers again felt just as amazing as she remembered. Even better now that her hands weren't tied behind her back, fulfilling her desires of allowing her arms the freedom to explore smooth curves of the strong feminine body.
Next, they were both kneeling on the bed, where they continued to make out, before Tyris allowed the princess to suck her amazing full bosoms. Claiming such treasures with her mouth felt just as amazing as the kiss they shared, and it was something Barbara never dreamed of having.
Then Tyris was lying down on her back, while the young Breton girl crawled forward before she was top of the Nord woman, straddling her, a leg on either side of her hips. The princess thought the warrior woman's body felt really good beneath her. As her hands slide forward up the chest, the princess leaned forward to kiss Tyris lightly on the lips, then she wrapped her arms around her neck and pressed their lips for more passionate and deep kisses, a tongue dancing on top of the other.
Then the Nord woman rolled them around so that Barbara was the one lying on the bed, while Tyris straddled her, a leg on either side of her hips. It was another dream-come-true moment when Barbara felt Tyris's full breasts pressed down deeply on top of her own full breasts, in addition to feeling the Nord woman's sinuous body on top of her own as the two continued kissing, the warrior woman's tongue dancing on top of the princess's tongue.
Afterwards, the Nord woman moved to kiss, lick, and suck the princess's beautiful breasts and in-between, while Barbara laid her head down and closed her eyes, moaning in pleasure as her breasts were being claimed.
When she was done, Tyris shifted onto her knees over Barbara's head, a leg next to each of the Breton girl's ears. The princess immediately licked up, making contact with Tyris's already moist treasure. The Nord moaned in pleasure, arching her back and rubbing her breasts as she encouraged the girl to continue.
The warrior woman bent down, and suddenly the princess felt a hot tongue on her own sex. Tyris's body felt warm and sinuous on top of Barbara's own. The warrior woman hugged her tight even as the Nord lathed the Breton girl's entire sex, inside and out, top to bottom. As the licking continued, the two eventually arched their backs and cried out, their clits spasming hard against each other's tongues.
The two females lay there afterward, one on top of the other, gasping and reveling for a moment in their physical intimacy.