Few Months Before -
Rain fell in a sporadic icy deluge. No true storm, it was nonetheless a persistent enough spattering of ice and water to make the battleground a wet, slushy mess of melting ice, frigid wind, and watered down puddles of mud and fresh blood steaming in the dawning light.
It was miserable conditions, even for the already miserable enterprise of war waging. But if the barbaric Haruke cared at all, they gave no sign. The warriors were far from the plains of their people, having journeyed east and north across the sweeping Johake grasslands and crossing the treacherous mountains of the Teeth that formed a barrier between their homeland and the southmost reaches of Robbins Land. This they did with the fierce single-minded determination Yorkville warriors were known for. A bit of sleet was nothing to them.
A Yorkville raiding party had launched an incursion against the Robbins Land war camp just before dawn. As the sun crested over the craggy mountains at the camp's back, the battle was full underway. The barbarian raiding party was small but efficient, moving quickly and ruthlessly against their enemy, who heavily outnumbered them.
The Yorkville warriors made up for their numbers with ferocity, fighting with a tenacious intense spirit. There was no uniformity to their arms and armament; Yorkville warriors wore the talismans and tokens of their individual tribes. Their weapons were largely of rough hammered cold iron. Well notched long swords, cruelly curved axes, hefty wooden cudgels with iron caps, menacing war hammers and blood stained spears were seen most often. Some warriors carried steel weapons they'd pillaged in past battles. A few warriors wore padded cloth armour or leather tunics, but most of Yorkville tribesmen fought bare chested, boldly daring their enemies to strike them down, if their blades could find them.
They came at the defenders, dark eyes wild and hair streaming out behind them, wet and writhing in the wind. Bones, beads, charms and tokens of their tribe were twined in their untamed locks. Soaked through by the rain, intricate war paint said to be the bones of their felled enemies ground down to powder ran in pale rivulets from their faces and chests.
The Robbins Land men held the advantage of terrain; their encampment was arranged on the elevated hills that rose at the eastern foot of the Robbins Land mountains. The mountains formed the westmost borders of Robbins Land. Robbins Land mountains rose at their backs with its menacing, jagged points of white capped teeth piercing the sky. SkySpear towered across the Robbins Land miles to the east, the tallest mountain in the region and the namesake for the chain of mountains all along the eastern border of Robbins Land. The Teeth stood to the south, and DrakeSpine ranged to the north. The camp was positioned well, with the high grounds in the defenders favour and the sun rising at their backs. The Yorkville tribesmen cared not and charged the Robbins Land men, reckless and relentless.
The Robbins Land men met the barbarian's ferocity with discipline and steel. Where the Yorkville warriors were swift and wild the men of the Robbins Land were steadfast and immovable, enduring. Sniper men of the regiment were set behind earthen bulwarks around the perimeter of the camp, ready to fend off any Yorkville tribesmen that advanced beyond the joined battle just outside the camp's border.
Foot soldiers armed with sword and shield and clad in fine chainmail met the Yorkville warriors, steel blades flashing in the weak dawning light. They held their ground as the barbarians pressed them hard, the opposing forces meeting in a savage clash of bodies and sweat and blood.
Knights of the Robbins Land clad top to bottom in gleaming plate mail waded into the dark, shouting orders to the soldiers as they met the barbarians with steel in gauntleted hands. Their standards were emblazoned on their surcoats and shields, the proud coat of arms of their respective noble houses. House Vahlar, with its red tipped spears crossed above a grey helm. House Argyle, of the great rearing black bear. House Dorn, displaying its proudly striking lion in gold. A multitude of other banners and surcoats proclaimed the knights joining the Robbins Land leaders.
Princess Arizona was discernibly different from her brother Knights. Though a Noble of the Realm and a Captain of the Knighthood of Robbins Land, Arizona Robbins carried no shield, and wore no surcoat with her family arms upon them. She did not wear a suit of full plate, instead favouring a hauberk of steel scale mail covering her torso and arms down to her forearms, her hands clad in leather gauntlets with steel plates covering the back of her hands and running up her wrists. She preferred the ease of visibility afforded by neglecting to wear a helm, and she left her cloak behind for the benefit of unencumbered movement.
The crown princess favoured a tremendous greatsword that she swung in great cleaving arcs. Her swordplay was surprisingly swift and precise for the size and heft of her blade. She circled, stabbed and slashed tirelessly as she stepped around and between her foes. Perhaps perceiving the worth of the young princess, the Yorkville warriors pressed in, eager to test their mettle against Arizona.
Arizona bared her teeth as she met the Yorkville warriors head on. Her blood was rushing high and heavy in her veins, thick with a heady cocktail of adrenaline, a dash of battle lust, and a pinch of hatred. She saw the same euphoria reflected in her enemy's eyes. They understood it better than any of her own people ever could. The knowing expression on the tribesmen's faces frightened her. Angered her. Yet Arizona could not deny that part of her embraced the drumming of war in her blood as well. Arizona never felt quite so alive as she did when she stared death in the eye and cut it down with her sword.
A twist of her greatsword sent a Yorkville warrior's heavy axe spinning free from severed fingers. Arizona lunged forward, slamming her shoulder into the big woman before her and knocking her back enough to bring her blade whistling in an upward arc to flay the man's chest and throat wide open. The princess then turned, dropping her weight and bringing her greatsword flashing out as she spun, catching a second barbarian across the belly in a cut so vicious it near tore the man in half.
Before the corpse even met the earth Arizona circled to her left as another Yorkville warrior lunged at her. A heavy necklace of wickedly curving predator's teeth hung around the Yorkville warrior's neck, trophies of his tribe, clink-clacking, clink-clacking. He swung a blood-stained war hammer with killing intent. The man's eyes were wide and his lips drawn, his feral grin mirroring Arizona's own, the grin of one overjoyed to at last face a glorious death. Arizona moved with the man, her body turning and spinning as the barbarian hammered at her relentlessly. The power behind each blow would have been enough to shatter Arizona's bone, pulverise her muscle and crush her heart in her chest if any had been able to find her. But Arizona moved with speed, surprising for such a large man, and Arizona's sword shot up to parry when the Yorkville warrior threatened to close.
Finally, Arizona took an opening as she hit a high parry, dropping her weight and sending her greatsword slashing in a horizontal cut across the tribesman's lead leg. Her cut bit deeply into the inside of the man's leg just below the knee. As the barbarian let out a savage bellow and stumbled, Arizona continued her spin, raising up to her full height. She whipped her heavy sword out in a backhanded cut as she came around, neatly severing Yorkville warrior's head from his broad shoulders.
Similar death and carnage surrounded Arizona on all sides as the armies engaged. Men slipped and slid as the grassy hills churned into a muddy mess by too many boots while sleet mixed with blood and rent flesh underfoot. Sharp screeches punctuated the screams of the dying as battle axes bit deep into shields and metal armour crunched under the weight of hammer and mace. Though more skirmish than a true full-fledged battle, the fighting was intense and savage.
Arizona whirled among it all, a woman utterly in his element. Her blade and gauntleted hands ran red with blood, and she did not slow. Common soldier and Knight alike rallied behind the young crown princess, and soon the Yorkville warriors were routed. The barbarians were slain, down to the man. None surrendered, and none retreated.
The morning sun crept over the sprawling Robbins Land Mountains at their back, obscured by the overcast. The sleet continued in a lacklustre, insincere fashion, too weak to wash away the blood spattering the hillocks and slopes below.
Arizona stood on a small rise above the field, breathing deeply as she willed her pulse to slow and the frenzy seething inside her to cool. Tendrils of steam rose from her overheated body. She rested her bloodied greatsword across one powerful shoulder and gripped the hilt until her fingers were nearly numb. Her eyes, a strange, ethereal blue, stared out over the bloodied fields as she struggled to find calm. Her gaze fell on her men, who glanced furtively at her from under their helms, their expressions a mix of awe, respect, nervousness, and fear. No man would speak it aloud, but no matter how many times they witnessed it, the crown princess's ferocity in battle was an unnerving sight even to her hardened and loyal soldiers.
The crown princess pulled herself together, viciously quelling the roil of emotions inside her and burying them deep. There was no time for any of them, not the rage or the frustration or the sorrow as more of her men's blood spilled, which only served to feed the anger burning in her gut all the more. She is the crown princess of Robbins Land, and this war camp was her to command, and no matter how deep her emotions ran, she had a job to do, and they would only complicate it.
"Alex," Arizona called. Her voice came out thick and gravely. She cleared her throat and tried again, hailing one of the sniper-men standing nearby. The soldier dipped an informal bow and leaned attentively on his sniper. "Send for Mark and Theodora at the physician's tent to tend the wounded. Put any of the Yorkville warriors left alive to the sword. Bury our dead in the graves on the north embankment. Then gather the Yorkville warrior's dead and prepare them for transport to the truce ground to be turned over to their envoys."
"Your highness," the soldier agreed, and hurried to follow the orders.
Arizona slid her blade into the baldric slung across her back and tugged off one gauntlet from her hand. She wiped the sweat and rain from her brow and pushed the copper hair that came loose from its bindings out of her face. A wind began to whistle over the hills, a mournful sound. A more superstitious man would have taken it as an ill omen. Arizona was grateful for it; despite being soaked right through her scale mail by the earlier falling sleet, her body was still hot and flushed as it always was after battle.
Sir Alex Karev, one of her Knight Brothers, came to stand beside her. His plated armour clinked with each metallic step. His surcoat was torn along the left shoulder, a macabre bloodied red skull being crushed beneath the swing of a red warhammer. One meaty hand grasped the weapon that was his family's coat of arms, the other holding his plumed helm. His bald pate shone in the sunlight.
"Don't see why you bother with the sodding truce ground. Should burn all the bastards until their bones are ash," Alex harrumphed as he spat into the ground.
"They say two things drive a Yorkville warrior's blade. Facing a glorious death on the sword of a worthy enemy, and the chance to collect the head of a man without honour," Arizona spoke as she turned to face her Knight-Brother. "You know the Yorkville warriors hold their rites for the dead, sacred. Interfering would ignore the basest notion of honour and humane conduct in their eyes. We would be lower than murderers and rapists to them."
"Not saying much, them being murdering raping savages already," Alex protested.
"The Yorkville warriors have already fought us to a near standstill for nearly forty years," Arizona continued with a grimace. "And that without the added insult of us violating their dead. That's what they would see it as, make no mistake. I'd rather not see how lighting that fire under them would turn the battle."
"Don't see how it makes much damn difference," said Alex as he scratched at his chin with a bloodied finger. "We kill more of the savages every day. War will be over and done with soon."
Arizona's eyes were flinty as they turned back over the bloody killing grounds on the slopes below. "They said the same a score of years ago. And a score of years before that. Who knows how much longer they'll be saying it."
"Can't be much more of the sodding bastards left."
"They've been saying that for a score and more years, too," Arizona pointed out. "Doesn't seem to be much fewer of them from what I can tell. Damn sure there are fewer of us, though."
"Doesn't matter. We'll win. And in the meantime, it'd do some good to piss on their collective heads. They'd never let it stand. It would make them reckless."
"They're already reckless," Arizona countered. "Driving their fury isn't the way to approach this enemy. Hate makes some men strong."
"Well now, and you'd know, wouldn't you?" Alex snorted, flashing a grin that showed his handsome face behind all the anger. Alex stared daggers at the soldier, but Alex just laughed at him all the more. Beyond the courtroom formalities, they were friends and Alex never left a chance to tease Arizona.
"Don't look at me like that. 'S not my fault you're the wrath of the old gods themselves one minute, eyes all wild and full of blood lust, and the next you're playing at being the queen's own strategist in the making."
"It's less strategy and more common sense," Arizona protested feeling defensive
"Mm. Well, Sister Common Sense, you've got the bits of some poor barbarian sod in your hair," Alex smirked.
"Go do something useful, damn you," Arizona growled at the man. Alex laughed, flashed the princess a mocking salute, and strode back to the camp.
Arizona should have been livid, enraged enough. But it was Alex after all. Alex Karev was battle hardened and worn and grizzled, having long past earned the right to gripe and complain and say whatever he damn well pleased. He was also one of the few men Arizona trusted implicitly and was a great warrior.
It still felt odd, to be in a position of authority over Alex Karev. There was a time when Alex had been dating Arizona's elder sister, queen Addison and Arizona was ready to welcome him to the family. But Alex & Addison's relationship soon fell apart and Alex stayed as a trusted minister and a captain in Addison's courtroom.
While Alex had never taught Arizona much about strategy and tactics and how to command armies, he'd taught her much about the world, and how to make men respect you, if need be fear you, and which end of a sword to stick in someone trying to kill you, and how to do a damn good job of it at that. For his part, Alex seemed content with the chain of command and wanted nothing more than to serve, fight, and complain. And, of course, to needle and taunt and poke at Arizona at every opportune moment. Thankfully, Alex, while a complete pain in the ass, had enough propriety to maintain proper recognition of rank when they were within earshot of others.
Barely.
Arizona realised she was sporting the barest of smiles as she reflected on her friend's behaviour. And as quickly as it came, it went, buried under the bile in her throat and rage in her belly. Arizona didn't like to think of herself as an angry, bitter woman but no matter how she tried, there it was, a hard knot of hatred that burst into frenzy whenever she crossed swords. She hated wars, but that's what she had been commissioned to do.
In a black mood, Arizona trudged through the camp toward her tent. Her day would be full as she received reports on the dead and wounded. Then she would divide up the duties and assignments of her remaining forces. She would send a report back to the palace reporting on the raid and subsequent results. Additionally she would request replacements for the fallen men and hope there were troops to spare in the main palace to send to her outpost. Then she must oversee arrangements for the death rites of her men according to their beliefs and station. She would send letters of condolences to the fallen's families and arrangements for them to be taken care of as well as could be managed with the bountiful resources left at her disposal. She would then inspect any damage to the camp's supplies or defences. If she were lucky, she would be able to get started on her regular duties once all those were seen to.
Arizona made sure the flap to her tent fell closed behind her before she let out an agitated groan. While running the list of tasks over in her head had quieted the lingering vestiges of her temper, it only served to make her tired. Sleep quickly took over her sense as soon as her body hit the bed.
Arizona wasn't sure why, but she quickly grabbed Callie's wrist in each of her hands. The sudden move scared Callie. Arizona stared at her nervous face. Then a small bead of sweat fell from Callie's neck to her chest and slowly slid down between her round caramel breasts. Damn.
She knew Callie had a crush on her and that's why she had been tormenting her for weeks now. The suggestive glances, the lingering touches - Arizona knew them all too well. But this isn't how she wanted it to be with Callie as their first time. It should be in a soft bed with plush pillows and soft satin sheets. Not on a grassy river side with the sun setting on the horizon. And Callie's first time shouldn't be with her. Because Arizona has already been commissioned for the war; there's no guarantee that the woman that would return from the war would be the same woman as today.
Arizona hated the impending war situations. She was trained well but nowhere near ready to see the blood and death first hand. She was barely 23. She felt like losing control over her life. This on other hand, this woman —Callie, under her gave her a sense of power. Like she have control over at least something.
Arizona pushed Callie onto her back and fell in between her legs. She began kissing her. Hungry messy kisses all over Callie's face and neck. This girl made Arizona's senses go crazy. She couldn't think of doing anything else whenever Callie was around her.
"Please, your highness, I want you!" Callie panted.
Arizona ripped the buttons from Callie's corset and pulled her flimsy white brassiere up and over her head. Callie immediately covered her full breasts with her hands. She bit her lower lip and that action alone made Arizona even crazier. She couldn't get her pants down fast enough.
Callie couldn't believe it was happening now, this moment she had waited for since she was old enough to understand what sex was. Arizona was being rough but she didn't care. She was so nervous, but felt it best to just take Arizona's lead on everything.
Once Arizona finally kicked her slacks down she pulled her shirt over her head in one swift movement. Her gold identity discs almost choked her in the process, but they clinked back against her bare chest. Arizona slid Callie's panties down her legs and flung it across the greenery.
Arizona scanned over Callie's body for a brief moment. Damn, this girl was beautiful. This is the body that had been torturing her for quite some time. Lord, if she didn't get inside of Callie right now she was going to embarrass the hell out of herself and spray her stomach right then.
Arizona knew it was a mix of emotions causing her to act so crazy. Normally she always kept her composure, especially around women. She never let any of them know they had gotten to her. And actually, none ever had until Callie.
Arizona leaned over Callie and began kissing her again. Her sweet tongue invaded Callie's mouth. Callie could feel Arizona's hard length pressing up against her thighs, which were quickly becoming slick. There was a lot more down there than she was expecting to feel.
Arizona reached one hand in between them and softly rubbed over Callie's wet mound for a few minutes, ensuring that the woman beneath her was wet enough but then she couldn't take it any longer. She positioned herself at Callie's entrance and pushed.
Arizona let out a moan and Callie's whole body tensed up beneath her. Arizona could feel Callie's breathing quicken. She knew she was probably hurting Callie and she wasn't even 1/3 of the way in yet. A better woman would have stopped immediately. Asked Callie if she was okay and wanted to continue. A better woman would have said loving things in Callie's ear while she tried to take it slow. A better woman would have told Callie to go home the moment she saw in Callie's eyes what she wanted.
Better woman be damned...Arizona couldn't-stop herself now.
Arizona began pushing further into Callie. She had to close her eyes and curl her toes because Callie was so soft and warm around her. Really warm and slick.
Callie knew it would hurt. She had heard her friends talk about it. 'Yeah girl, it burns a little' is what they would say. But this isn't burning, this is pleasure ripping through every pore of her body! She could feel her juices already flowing and lubricating her passage.
Princess Arizona was the youngest royal heiress of the Robbins Land kingdom and Callie had heard all about the glorious ways the woman of the palace talk about the princess. And she had wanted that. She was never Interested in men and the day she laid her eyes on Arizona, Callie knew knew there's no point in denying her attraction towards women, especially princess Arizona.
Callie tried to whisper for Arizona to give her a second, but she was pretty sure the words got stuck in her throat. And even if they hadn't, the look in Arizona's deep blue eyes told her that it would fall on deaf ears anyway. So she tried her best to ignore the mild pain and wrap her arms around Arizona's neck and hold on.
As soon as Arizona bottomed out inside Callie, she had to give herself just a moment. Callie felt so damn good. Better than anything she had ever felt in her life. Her length felt like it was in a warm tight glove made especially for her. She opened her eyes and saw Callie staring up at her. Callie had a single tear that had rolled down the left side of her face and into her hair. Arizona leaned over and kissed the trail where the tear had fallen and then kissed her lips again.
"Are you okay?" She softly asked, and Callie nodded
Arizona needed more now. She began to slowly pull out and push back in. Callie's arms tensed around Arizona's neck. She closed her eyes, revelling in the sensation of their bodies joined from head to toe. But it still wasn't enough for Arizona as she began to piston in and out of Callie.
This is what she needed. This is what would make Arizona feel better. That's all she wanted...was just to forget about the war.
Callie arched her back. Even the jingling of Arizona's gold chain and ID discs were arousing for her. The cool metal felt good against her skin.
Arizona unwrapped Callie's arms from her neck and pushed them to the grass above her head. She held them there with one hand and massaged Callie's full soft breasts with the other hand. She was getting close. With Callie's hands above her head and Arizona pushing into her, Callie's breasts jiggled up and down turning Around on even more.
Arizona could feel it coming, that tingling sensation that started in her head and travelled to her other head. Or vice versa, she never could tell which started first, but it didn't matter. She began pushing into Callie at a faster pace
Callie's mouth began to open like she was about to say something, but then she closed it back. A warm stream of fluid swiftly flowed around Arizona's length as Arizona helped Callie ride out her orgasm with a slower pace.
The noises floating around in and around the river area were Arizona's grunts and the wet sounds of her length pumping in and out of Callie's moist pussy. It was almost dark now, the sun already set below the horizon.
Sweat was trickling down Arizona's back and over the sides onto her. Her balls began to tighten and Arizona pushed into Callie even harder, as impossible as that seemed.
"Aah..!" Arizona yelled while she began to pour her cum into Callie's entrance. Arizona kept pumping and coming, feeling as though it would never stop. "Jesus," she moaned to herself as her lower half still moved in and out of Callie in a slow steady rhythm.
When Arizona finally felt like every drop had been delivered, she collapsed on top of Callie. She knew she was heavy, but her arms felt like jello right now. She couldn't move.
When Arizona finally let go of Callie's hands, she wrapped them back around Arizona's neck. Her whole body was aching. And in a good way. Arizona was lying still on top of her now. She could feel Arizona's supple breasts rising up and down and Arizona was breathing loudly by her ear.
After a few minutes Arizona rolled off of her and onto her back. Callie glanced over at her. Arizona was staring at the night sky in deep thought. And whatever thought it was, it wasn't good.
Arizona started to get this sick feeling rising up in the pit of her stomach again. She had just taken the virginity of a girl she had no intentions of having a future with. And yet she couldn't say some warm words to her companion and was again thinking about the war. This was indeed a bad idea.
Arizona leaned up and began looking for her clothing. She had to get out of here. She couldn't be around Callie any longer. She searched around the darkness for her shirt and slacks. As she found Callie's clothing, she picked it up and handed it to Callie without looking at her.
Once dressed, Arizona murmured something about awaiting her in the carriage so they could ride back to the palace together. And with that she left.
Callie couldn't believe Arizona had just left her on the ground like that.
Arizona woke up panting! Her first time with Callie tormenting her as a vivid dream again. It wasn't the first time she had dreamt of Callie, in fact it was one of those things that made this war bearable. But dreaming back to their first time together always filled Arizona with guilt. She should have been considerate of Callie's feelings but at that time Arizona just wanted to forget.
She slumped back on her bed and sighed. She felt tired, a weariness settling in her bones that had nothing to do with war, or even the fatigue of the morning's battle. She was a young woman, hearty and hale. Yet just then with the full weight of command in this seemingly endless war resting on her shoulders, she felt ready to join her sister Queen Addison in heaven.
Author Note - Please review and i will continue the story with regular update. More story will unfold as we progress. Please leave a comment as as a writer i should know what my audience is thinking.
