Archive of Erotic Stories

Warning: This story contains adult content and should not be read by minors.

“You want me to watch your children?” Laurana said as the two young women stepped down from the coach after their father, Sir Arthas.

“Err, yes,” he said. “I’m terribly sorry about the suddenness of this all, but you know what life is like in the diplomatic corps. I wouldn’t have thought of asking you, but Gilbert said that you had asked for a short leave and I was called to take your place...”

“No, it’s perfectly understandable, Sir Arthas,” Laurana said as one of the women, a rather short redheaded woman clasped her hands demurely in front of her and studied the front walk of the mansion. “I wouldn’t have asked for the leave if I had known you’d be called away-”

“It’s nothing, I’m glad to get out of Palanthas for a while. It’s just that my servants are away on a family matter and I just can’t leave Kelia alone for the week, gods know how much trouble she’d get into.” The knight patted the redheaded woman’s head fondly. “Isn’t that right dear?”

“Oh, yes father, I might get into soo much trouble,” Kelia said with a trembling lower lip and eyes filled with worry.

“Don’t worry so, dear,” Sir Arthas said as he smiled and hugged the woman. “I was just joking, I’m sure you would be fine on your own but it makes an old man’s heart feel at ease to know you’re with someone used to responsibility.”

“Thank you father, I would have been scared to stay in our mansion all alone,” Kelia said.

“She’s your daughter?” Laurana said and then looked to the second woman, taller and more slender with lustrous brown hair and the faintly pointed ears of a half-elf. “Is she-?”

“Oh no, she’s Kelia’s best friend. They do everything together it seems,” Arthas said with a laugh and smile. “I had said that they could stay together, I do hope it’s not an inconvenience.”

“None at all, we have plenty of room in the mansion,” Laurana said. “I just hope that it isn’t too boring for them. There really isn’t much to do.”

“Ah, well, you have these wonderful rolling plains,” Arthas said as he turned and looked over his shoulder at the lawn that tapered off into wild prairie. “Kelia and Jessalyn just love riding. And I’ve heard how wonderful your library is.”

“Yes, the riding is excellent here,” Laurana said. “And we do have a large library, hopefully they’ll find something there to entertain themselves with.”

“Thank you again, my lady,” Arthas said as he stepped back into the coach as the last of the two women’s luggage was being unloaded. “I truly appreciate this, call on me whenever you have a favor.”

“Of course,” Laurana called back as the coach started to roll away. “Well,” she said as she turned to the two women. “Let me show you to your rooms and then I can give you a tour of the house.”

“That sounds lovely,” Kelia said. “I was wondering...”

“Yes, dear?” Laurana said as they stepped into the foyer.

“Is...is Dalamar here?”

“No, he isn’t. He hasn’t been her in ages, since the wedding,” Laurana said, trying not to flush at the memory of Dalamar’s last visit. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, I had just heard such amazing tales about him. And you, of course,” Kelia said with a bright smile.

“Ah, well, you never know with Dalamar. Although you should try to find him in Palanthas if you really want to see him,” Laurana said. “Here are your rooms, I’ll send in the maid to fetch you some fresh linens. I’ll wait for you on the back terrace when you’re ready to see the grounds.”

“Thank you so much, my lady,” Jessalyn said with an elegant curtsy.

“You’re very welcome, I hope you enjoy staying with me,” Laurana said as she curtsied back and walked away down the hallway.

“Well this plan has turned out wonderfully, Kelia,” Jessalyn said as she turned and looked around the room with a snort. “My room at home is better than this, this, peasant house.”

“I was told that Dalamar would be here,” Kelia said as she crossed her arms and glared at Jessalyn. “You’ve heard the rumors too, one of the servants swears that she and Laurana shared Dalamar for a night.”

“So what do we do now? Enjoy a week of riding?” Jessalyn said bitterly. “I saw the servants, I suppose the maids were fuckable but the butler looks positively dried out. Gods, I never should have let you talk me into this scheme. It wouldn’t have been worth it even if we could have fucked the great Dalamar.” She walked over to the bed and flopped down on it. “I doubt he’s that great of a fuck anyway. I mean, he’s an elf, I’m sure he wasn’t hung very well.”

“He managed to fuck the prissy princess, didn’t he? And the slutty general?” Kelia said as she flopped down on her stomach next to Jessalyn. She smiled as she reached over and ran her hand up the half-elf’s stomach, tracing over her breasts and then lightly cupping one. “I bet he was freakishly large for anyone, enhanced by great,” she rolled the word off her tongue with a leer, “magic. Or maybe he was just sooo good in bed that the princess couldn’t stop craving his cock.”

“I did hear that she was his sex toy during the War in exchange for his help...” Jessalyn said.

“Yes, and the other general, Kitiara, she had him nailed to the sheets for as long as she could,” Kelia said.

“Humph, well, it may have been worth this planning if he had actually been here,” Jessalyn said as she grabbed Kelia’s hand and rolled over on her side to face the other woman. “But what do we do now?”

“There’s always the maids,” Kelia said and then smiled wickedly. “Or the lady herself.”

Thunder rolled across the plains as the storm swept east from the sea, bathing the land in a torrential rain. A few windows in the dining room rattled and whined as the wind pushed at them, but most of the mansion remained calm but for the crackle of fires in the hearths.

Laurana leaned against the polished and carved wooden headboard as she looked over the latest dispatches from Palanthas. She idly bit the tip of her quill pen before scribbling a few notations on the side and setting the last page on her bedside table.

She yawned and stretched, her golden hair falling loose over the shoulders of her white satin nightgown. She sighed and slid down in the bed, feeling her nightgown ride up over her waist as she snuggled under the goosedown comforter. She lay like that for a moment, her hands resting on the pillow above her head as she listened the rain drumming against the window and the fire in the fireplace.

Laurana sighed again and looked up at the ceiling, watching the shadows cast from the fireplace and her bedside lamp. A few years ago Tanis would have been with her in bed and they could have- she flushed and wiggled until her nightgown was back down around her legs, -cuddled.

At least cuddling was what she called it. Tanis liked to call it by other words, words that made her blush and her heart race with the terrible indecency of them. And then Tanis would whisper those words and more into her ear as he laid her back on the bed, his hands caressing her body, sending shivers of almost painful longing through her.

Laurana bit her lip and rolled over onto her stomach to gaze at the fireplace. Almost unconsciously, she squeezed her thighs together as she tried to get the image of Tanis above her out of her mind. With a faint breath she reached under the covers with one hand as she slowly rubbed her breasts against the bed, feeling her nipples harden as the satin slid back and forth against them.

Her hand slowly pulled up the hem of her nightgown as she pushed herself up on her knees, her bottom raising the comforter as ever so slowly parted her thighs and began to stroke her legs.

“Mmmph...Tanis,” she mumbled as she buried her face in the sheets and slid her other hand under herself to stroke her breasts. She gasped and let out a long, shaking breath as she touched herself, her fingers delicately stroking the lips of her quim and then lingering slowly over her clit as she rubbed her face against the sheets.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned softly, her fingers still moving ever so softly and slowly across her body. Her pearl white teeth flashed in the flickering firelight as she gasped and then bit her soft pink lower lip. Her breathing was steadily growing louder in her ears as her fingers dipped deeper within herself. Golden hair spilled across her face as she brought her head up, chin resting on the bed as she raised her bottom even higher, both hands now between her thighs.

Images flashed through her head as her fingers plunged deep into herself, feeling her quim hot and wet as they moved in and out at a slowly increasing tempo. Tanis was above her, his strong hands on her waist as he moved her back and forth to meet his thrusts. His hands squeezed her waist as he thrust even faster, pumping into her with enough force to knock the breath out of her, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity.

Laurana was lost in fantasy as her hands rubbed and stroked herself furiously, pushing herself to the brink until only with the greatest exercise of will could she keep herself from plunging into her climax. Her sweat-dampened hair clung to her face, her cheeks flushed a bright red from her exertion. She could feel the beads of sweat sliding down her breasts and soaking into the satin until the fabric clung to the ripe outlines of her full breasts. Her golden skin glowed with heat as she writhed upon the bed, her hands moving at an even quicker pace, wordless pants and cries coming from her mouth.

Images spilled in and out of her mind, Tanis riding her, his hands cupping her breasts, kneading her soft flesh and pinching her nipples until she cried out in passion. Tanis riding her, one hand on her shoulder, the other spanking her in time with his thrusts. Tanis, one hand on the small of her back, pinning her to the bed while he used her, filled her with his cock, growling and grunting in her ear like a wild beast as the bed shook with the force of their coupling.

Laurana cast her head back, eyes wide, and her mouth gasping. She froze in that position, hands between her thighs, breasts pressed against the bed, her entire body frozen with the pleasure of her release. Then with an almost despairing cry, she collapsed, her hair hanging over the side of the bed to brush against the floor as she moaned and gasped for breath, her fingers lightly stroking her quim as she felt the pleasure slowly fade away.

Her breathing was deep and fast as she rolled slowly onto her side with a moan. Her nightgown rode around her breasts, leaving her exposed to the chill air in the room, the comforter tangled around her slender legs. Laurana stared sightlessly up at the ceiling as she shuddered and slowly pulled her hands away from her quim, letting them collapse onto the bed next to her head as her eyes fluttered. Her skin flushed and damp with sweat, Laurana closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, the image of Tanis still in her mind’s eye.

Laurana woke with a start at the sound of someone knocking on her door. She glanced down and flushed as she swept her nightgown back over her body and sat up, running her hands through her hair in an attempt to organize it.

“Yes?” she called out. “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Kelia,” a faint voice called out. “Could we come in?”

“Um, oh, yes,” Laurana said. “Just a minute, let me get dressed.” She snatched her robe from the footboard and pulled it around her as she dashed into the bathroom and poured water over her hands and face, wiping them both clean with a towel before she walked back into the bedroom and opened the door. “What’s the matter?”

The two young women huddled together in the hallway, a single lamp casting shadows around their faces. “We saw someone outside our window,” Kelia said breathlessly. “I think, I think it was a man. I’m sure he was looking in at us.”

“What?” Laurana said. “Are you certain?”

“Y-yes, I’m sure of it,” Kelia said her voice quaking. “Oh my, I’m so frightened to think of what he may have wanted to do to us.”

“I’ve heard of what some men will do to helpless women,” Jessalyn said quietly as she held her friend. “They’ll- they’ll, it’s too awful to even say.”

“Stay here and lock the door,” Laurana said as she stepped into her boots and pulled her sword from its place over the mantle. “I’ll look around.”

“No trace of anyone,” Laurana said tiredly as she closed the bedroom door behind her and walked over to place the sword back above the mantle. She shivered and tossed the rain soaked robe onto a chair by the fireplace as she moved closer to it. “Gods, it’s cold out there,” she muttered through chattering teeth as she held her hands out to the fire and felt the chill rain water dripping down over her body. “But it’s safe,” she said over her shoulder as she looked at the two women huddled in her bed.

“I’m so sorry, my lady,” Kelia said. “I never should have asked you to go out and look, you are far more kind than someone like me deserves.”

“You must hate us now,” Jessalyn said. “It would be exactly what we deserve if some beast of a man had taken advantage of us.”

“It’s nothing to worry about,” Laurana said as she continued to shiver. Her satin nightgown was soaked through and through, clinging to her body like a second skin. Belatedly she realized that her body would be outlined by the firelight and moved to pick up a fresh robe.

“What can we do to repay you for your kindness?” Kelia asked. “Please, tell us. We’ll do anything you wish.” She suddenly gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “Oh, you must be so cold! We took the liberty of drawing you a hot bath, I hope you don’t mind.”

Laurana looked up from the fire and shook her head. “No, not at all. Thank you for thinking of that. A hot bath does sound nice right now,” she said as she turned towards the bathroom, eager for the warmth of the bathtub. “What are you doing?” she asked as the two women followed her.

“We-we thought you wanted us to bathe you,” Jessalyn said. “We could scrub your back and make sure that you get enough hot water.”

“It’s really not necessary-”

“Oh please, let us!” Kelia said. “I can wash your hair, I’m very good at that. And Jessalyn can massage your shoulders, it’s the least we can do for you.”

Laurana started to shake her head and then hesitated as she looked at the pleading, frightened faces of the two women. Bathing with other women wasn’t anything new, in the elven court is was common for the women to share the tiled great bath together, especially during the winter. Jessalyn was half-elven, perhaps her elven parent had raised her as such. And the thought of a massage was very appealing after a half hour stomping through the mud and bushes around the mansion in search of an intruder.

“I suppose so,” Laurana said. “But after this your debt is cleared.”

“Oh, of course my lady!” Kelia said happily and then sprang into action. She and Jessalyn hustled Laurana into the steam-filled bathroom, hanging her robe on a rack by the door and urging her towards the claw-footed bath tub that dominated the room.

Laurana stood by the tub, still cold even in the steamy warmth, watching the two women as they moved around the bathroom collecting soaps and lotions from the cupboards. They set all their assembled tools on a table beside the bathtub and then waited expectantly, their eager eyes on her face.

“You should get into the bath before you catch cold, my lady,” Kelia said cheerfully as she reached out to take Laurana’s nightgown.

Laurana blinked and turned away as she began to peel the nightgown from her body. She supposed it wasn’t very much of a distance between bathing with someone and undressing in front of them, but in the elven court one had undressed in a different room than the bath.

To her horror and embarrassment, Laurana looked down and realized that her nipples had been jutting through the flimsy satin of her nightgown the entire time. With a flush on her face she hurriedly stripped the sodden material from her body and slid into the tub, her back still to the two women.

It was just the cold, they know that, she thought to herself as the fought for composure. But embarrassing none the less, in the elven bath it would have been considered a sign that she was in the bath for more than just friendly relaxation.

Laurana tensed at the first gentle touch of Jessalyn’s hands on her shoulders. Silence filled the bathroom and she could hear the half-elven woman’s slow breaths in her left. Laurana swallowed audibly, her hands clutching the edge of the bathtub as Jessalyn slowly began to work her hands over Laurana’s shoulders.

“You are very tense,” Jessalyn breathed as her fingers began to lightly knead Laurana’s shoulders. “You deserve a nice massage.”

“Oh, uh, yes,” Laurana said. She bit her lower lip and moaned softly as Jessalyn’s fingers dug deeper, soothing the knots from her muscles. “That, that does feel quite good,” she managed to say as the half-elf leaned forward, her hair sliding across Laurana’s bare skin.

Laurana yelped in surprise as something wet and thick poured over her shoulders. She half turned to Jessalyn before she realized it was the massage oil that she and Tanis kept in the cupboard. A faint smell of vanilla and cinnamon filled the air, drifting on the lazy currents of steam filling the room. And bit by bit, with each soothing motion of
Jessalyn’s hands, Laurana felt herself relaxing.

Her eyes, flickering closed, half opened at the sound of cloth sliding to the floor. “What are you doing?” she asked lazily, each caress of Jessalyn’s fingers draining the stress and weariness from her body.

“We can’t let our nightclothes get wet, can we?” Kelia said by Laurana’s side.

“Oh...yes,” Laurana said, her head rolling back as she moaned. So relaxed was she that she barely noticed Kelia dipping a sponge into the steaming water and pouring a healthy amount of soap onto it.

Laurana leaned back in the tub, eyes closed, hair pinned up around her head and wisps trailing damply down the side of her neck, as Kelia reached into the water and gently raised her right leg free.

Some part of Laurana wondered if this was really something she should be doing, if it was proper to let herself be pampered in such a way. But that part was gently silenced by the flowing waves of warm peace that were filling her body.

Jessalyn’s hands had moved down from her shoulders and were working over her arms, soothing out the tenseness left there from gripping her sword in the rain. Laurana sighed again and smiled dreamily, the thought of hiring Jessalyn full time for massages becoming more tempting by the moment.

Laurana blinked and sat up a bit when she felt her leg being washed by Kelia. She watched, her eyes slowly closing again, as the sponge was slowly drawn up her shapely calf to her knee, then around and under and back to linger on the sensitive bottom of her foot.

Minutes passed as Laurana was pampered, her legs washed ever so slowly and her neck and arms massaged until she felt as if she could float off on a warm cloud of vanilla and cinnamon scented bliss.

“Scoot forward,” she heard whispered into her ear and she complied wordlessly, bringing her knees up out of the water as she moved forward. Warm waves lapped around her body, splashing against her and wetting the delicate curve of the bottom of her breasts.

“What-?” Laurana whispered as she felt Jessalyn step into the tub behind her, long legs sliding around her and breasts pressed into her back.

“Shh, I couldn’t get at you from outside the tub,” Jessalyn said as she reached around Laurana, hands trailing down her flanks and then up her thighs to lightly squeeze them.

“I’m not really sure if you should-” Laurana started to say and stopped with a sharp intake of breath as Kelia slid into the tub in front of her and pressed the sponge against her breasts. “This is a bit too much, really-”

Laurana moaned and barely managed to stifle it by biting her lip as Kelia ran the sponge over her breasts, lightly rubbing it across her nipples. “D-don’t,” Laurana whimpered feebly as Jessalyn’s hands ran up her stomach and cupped her breasts, lifting them up like an offering to Kelia.

“Oh, nice an clean now,” Kelia whispered as she raised her cupped hands over Laurana’s breasts and let water flow down over them. Laurana’s golden skin gleamed in the light, shining with water as two pairs of hands caressed her breasts, nimble fingers stroking across her skin and teasing her nipples.

“Gods, you shouldn’t, I shouldn’t- I can’t-” Laurana protested, her hands trying to push at the two women without actually touching their naked skin. She was cut off in mid-sentence by Kelia’s lips as the other women leaned forward, their breasts brushing against each other.

“Consider this your reward, my lady,” Kelia said as she broke the kiss, her tongue lewdly lingering on Laurana’s lips.

“Gods,” Laurana moaned as Kelia leaned forward for another kiss, meeting little resistance this time. Hesitantly, she let her mouth be parted by Kelia’s insistent lips and tongue and whimpered softly as their tongues danced together. She was trapped by the warm flesh of the two women, their silken hair draped across her body as their hands caressed and teased her mercilessly. “Stop, please,” Laurana moaned as Kelia kiss downward, her lips brushing Laurana’s nipples.

Laurana cried out softly, her legs around Kelia’s waist, her hands clamped on the edges of the tub. She gasped and shook her head from side to side as Jessalyn’s hands slid down between her thighs and began to stroke her most private parts.

“Not there, no,” Laurana was whispering as she felt skilled fingers dancing across her clit. Her mind was spinning in a storm of lust and shame as Kelia continued to lap at her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples hard enough to make her whimper.

Laurana cried out, her shout ringing off the tile of the bathroom, as she felt Kelia’s fingers join Jessalyn’s at her quim. They were relentless, pleasuring her continually, fingers sliding in and out of her, stroking the petals of her quim, teasing her clit then attacking it with a lustful fury until Laurana was thrashing back and forth between the two women.

“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” Laurana was panting, her hands clutching at Kelia’s shoulders unconsciously. Her eyes were wide with lust, barely seeing Kelia’s smiling face as Jessalyn licked up the back of her neck and nibbled at the delicate tip of her ear.

“Let go, you want this,” Kelia whispered, her breath warm on Laurana’s face. “Let go,” she said, thrusting her fingers deeper inside Laurana while Jessalyn began to rub her clit. Laurana twisted, frantic for a moment as she felt the climax rising within her, totally beyond her control. She buried her face in Kelia’s face and whimpered as the two women kissed her skin.

With an almost sobbing cry of release, Laurana came, her quim fluttering and squeezing the fingers thrusting into it. Her legs twisted and wrapped around Kelia’s waist, her toes curling from the force of her orgasm. Laurana threw her head back, her back arched, pressing her breasts against Kelia, as she wailed out in pleasure and finally slumped backwards, feeling the two women cooing as they stroked her flushed skin. She could feel the kisses lightly dancing over her skin as they let her down from her climax ever so slowly, their fingers softly touching her, smoothing out the pleasure into a gentle slope like the tide receding in Palanthas Bay.

“Oh gods, yes,” was all Laurana could say as she felt hands stroking her hair and slowly slipped out of consciousness.