Bonnie Princess Charlene
Copyright© 2026 by Omachuck
Chapter 8: Angélique!
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 8: Angélique! - In Lazlo Zalezac’s Damsels in Distress Universe, Damsel Charlene Stewardess escapes from her captors and runs to a forge seeking help. Her two pursuers kill the village’s smith but are also killed. The smith’s wife and the Damsel use a grisly method to hide the bodies and then flee to the rumored safety of a warlord named Hastert. This stand-alone story will read better if you’ve read 'Pēteris' and 'Monica Mechanic'. The eleven chapter story is complete and will post Fridays and Sundays.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Consensual BiSexual Alternate History Polygamy/Polyamory First Oral Sex Violence
Alinor and Alaric remained at Turtle Haven for an additional two days. Then they rode out with their new belongings and three additional horses to continue their journey to their uncle’s farm. “We’re overdue,” Alinor told their hosts, “and family will worry. We don’t want a search sent out to find us.”
“Understandable,” Maggie told them, “but know that you are always welcome here for as long as you wish to stay. Stop by and visit when you decide to return home.”
The departing twins were subjected to effusive thanks from Charlene, Angélique, and Heris. Flora, still fighting the weariness caused by her healing wound, waved weakly to acknowledge she knew who was departing, but not much more.
It was somewhat over a tenday before Flora was recovered enough to attempt riding, but then she soon recovered her strength, and the friends began preparing to journey on. Monica decided that there was enough time for her to escort the group to Hastert’s stronghold and return before her pregnancy was advanced enough to make travel unwise.
At Maggie’s urging, Charles diced with Tristan. The winner would travel with the group and escort Monica back; the loser would remain at Turtle Haven to protect (and service) their horny wives.
Before Flora’s recovery was advanced enough for her to travel, Charlene’s potion was to take effect. Tristan and Charles diced again to determine who would claim her cherry. Maggie caught them at it, when she walked in seeing a disappointed grimace on Tristan’s face. She quickly ascertained the reason, and this time, she was not pleased. “Charlene may come from a land where a lady would welcome any stiff cock, but the two of you know better behaviors. She knows you both a little and she should choose.” She stamped her foot and shook a finger at the pair, “Now, the pair of you – go seek her out, apologize, and ask her preference.”
None of the women were surprised when Charlene replied, “Why should I choose? Your wives have graciously offered your services, and I shall welcome you both. With both of you present, I think it will be happenstance who elicits my first cum and who is first to storm my gate.” She shivered in anticipation and then shuddered through a small cum. “Two more days ... I can hardly wait!”
It should be noted that a horny Damsel such as Charlene would not be idle while waiting for the potion to reach full protection. In addition to the advent of a fully functional male appendage, another unique opportunity was immediately available for exploring ... pregnant women. Charlene had never met one on Cassandra; they were few and widely separated. Until she reached Turtle Haven, happenstance kept her from meeting any on Chaos. Shortly after her arrival, Monica had pointed out her own availability. Once the two were sated, Monica mentioned that there were four other pregnant women who were open to opportunities when not occupied with their two husbands. Charlene reveled in the variety between barely visible baby bumps to prominent, round bellies.
Unwilling to chance a burnt cock or cunt, Charlene and her two studs waited until the afternoon of the required waiting period. (Charlene’s first dose had been consumed in the afternoon.) The men hurried through a shower and shave, and then fidgeted the remainder of the afternoon. Both had experienced sex with a cock burner, and though Monica was not ‘old hat’, no one thought that any male could resist an offer by a ready Damsel who would not burn.
The women of the journeyers gathered and followed their previous pattern, their ritual preparation. They soaked for an hour before Heris began washing Charlene’s hair. Charlene forced herself to avoid cuming during that luxury, but when Angélique and Flora began soaping her mammaries, she exploded. When they started the trip down to wash her pussy, the Damsel shuddered through multiple orgasms and began to sink below the water. Flora’s strength was still uncertain, and she backed away so that Heris and Angélique could keep their friend from drowning.
“I’m not risking a razor near you!” Flora exclaimed. “It’s a good thing we shaved you a few days ago. The boys will have to deal with the stubble. Women contend with men’s stubble on a regular basis. It’s their turn.” Charlene’s body was oiled to silky perfection and her hair dried and combed into a dressing that was both elegant and easy for a bedmate to release. They fitted her with a semi-opaque, empire-waist concoction that would release with a simple tug on a bow.
The covey descended for a simple and light evening meal. Cherry had prepared a stuffed quail for each. She would have liked a side of asparagus to accompany the birds, but the vegetable was out of season. She accepted green peas as a substitute. As the meal commenced, Sarah announced, “We wish our guests to be comfortable tonight, yet we realize this offering probably won’t sustain you all through ‘til morning. So, everyone at the table is invited to a late buffet before retiring. Meats and sweets will be set out at eight o’clock and remain until midnight.” Her announcement was well received with extended applause.
After a barely civilized pause for an after-dinner sip of brandy, the randy trio ascended the stairs and entered Charlene’s bedroom. She stripped from her shift and teased, “First one naked is the first one in!”
Though experienced, neither Charles nor Tristan had ever been subjected to the full-out pheromonal assault of a virgin Damsel anticipating her first fuck. They had dressed simply – but not simply enough to race for Charlene’s cherry. Charles cursed the knots holding up his trousers, while Tristan had become entangled trying to pull his arms and head from his shirt at the same time. Any other time would have been funny, but Charlene didn’t laugh. She whined and complained, then seized Tristan by his rampant cock and pulled him to her in the bed. Unable to see, he nevertheless found his cock in Charlene’s cunt. She immediately shouted out an orgasm and bucked to pull him deeper.
Having lost the race, Charles slowed, freed the knot, and dropped his pants. Seeing Tristan’s dilemma, he released his head and then raised his shirt to free his arms.
Tristan leaned forward and began to maul the titties before him while pounding for his own release. Feeling that release, Charlene yelled. “Now him! Tag team ... I need him, too.”
Never having heard of a tag team, Tristan still slapped the bed and rolled to his side exclaiming, “I can’t go again this soon; it’s time for you to get in the saddle.”
Charles was accustomed to sharing partners with Tristan and stroked the quivering Charlene. “Slow down now,” he told her. “We have all night, and you have two studs. You don’t need to get twenty years of cock in fifteen minutes. Let’s make this next one a long one.” He caressed her through several gentle cums, and sought her lips for equally gentle kisses. When her body began to demand more, he motioned her onto her stomach and lifted her hips. When she was positioned as he wanted, he slipped into her dripping pussy and slowly thrust.
The night passed with the two young men alternating. Even without Crossroads’ restorative, Charlene was a marvel of stamina. They stopped twice to take advantage of Sarah’s buffet, not bothering to dress before descending to slake raging appetites of another type. Morning arrived with three thoroughly sated, but very sore lovers, curled together in deep sleep. Neither of the three would have been fit to mount a saddle, and it was another two days before anyone was allowed to consider departing.
The adventures and assignations were impossible for Heris to ignore. While Charles and Tristan were busy with Charlene, Heris decided she should ‘sample’ the charms offered by Maggie, Robinblue, Cherry, and Sarah. When she invited Flora to join in, her recovering friend graciously declined her invitation, “Bath time with Charlene wore me out. Maybe next time.” Monica, however, was not about to miss any opportunity with Heris.
Too soon it was time to travel on. Monica in her leathers and mail was definitely in her masculine persona – Monty. He rode out with the party and stayed with them for three days. On the morning of the fourth, he felt they were all settled in with a sustainable pace. During breakfast at the latest inn, Monty told them, “I’m going to pick up my pace and scout ahead. Charles knows the good camping spots and the inns to avoid.” By the time the others were mounted, Monty was fifteen minutes down the road leading his packhorse.
In the early morning, they broke fast together before leaving camp. Charles briefed them, “Tonight, we’ll be staying at the inn where we first met Hastert. A while back, we had to kill a number of his minions when they tried to force Robyn to give them her potion. We’ve been there often enough that the local toughs don’t bother us, at least not at the inn. Sometimes one will take a chance if they think we are careless while out in the town. The local boys like to follow us around and give us warning so they can earn a pinch or two hauling bodies to the midden.” He grinned, “Too bad we don’t have them with us when we’re attacked on the road.”
Continuing, he told them with a grin, “And one of the wonders of this inn is a large, separate bathing room. With enough notice, there is hot water to fill a large soaking tub to use after washing. And I will give plenty of notice!”
Charles led them through the town to the inn. Eyes followed their progress, noting the ‘extra’ horses, and especially the bows, crossbows, and other arms carried with seeming casual competence. Plans were made.
When stable boys ran to hold their horses, Charles dismounted, entered, and called for the innkeeper. He strode across the common room to the enthusiastic greeting from Seth, the innkeeper, whose demeanor slipped a little when he realized that the healer Robyn was not in the party. She was always good for an increase in business when she saw the local sick and injured in his common room. And more than once, she and her bodyguards had rid him of some of the town’s bullies who had cost him more than they spent.
Still, coins were always welcome. “How many rooms and meals this time?” he asked Charles.
“Our party needs three large beds in two or three rooms; however many you have available,” the young man told him. “And baths before tonight’s evening meal; so if you will, get your drudges started.” He turned to Heris and motioned her forward. “Heris killed a doe this morning. If you’ll prepare a roast and vegetables for tomorrow evening, you can have the remainder in payment for whatever meals you think that’s worth.”
Seth thought a moment and replied, “I have two rooms across the hall from each other and each with two large beds. The two rooms will be three quads, and if you don’t wish to share a room or bed with strangers, a pinch extra per person each night, two pinches a day for three meals, a pinch for two pitchers of watered wine, and three days of baths for everyone in payment for your venison. Now, how many horses do you need to stable?”
Once Seth had determined their needs, he led them upstairs to the rooms. Charlene promptly claimed the largest room to share with Charles, Flora, and Heris. Angélique, who thought she was almost ready for her first sexual experience – with the handsome Charles – was miffed that she had been so casually relegated to a room with her brother.
That evening, the meal was the typical inn fare of stew served on individual, thick bread trenchers, bowls of buttered root vegetables, pitchers of watered wine, and berry cobbler. In general, the companions were relaxed from their baths and a chance to rest instead of preparing a camp and the usual evening tasks. Five of them were anticipating amorous activities upstairs. Angélique was uncharacteristically withdrawn, perhaps even a touch sullen.
Quite late, after the noise from the common room had long abated and the squeaks and moans from across the hall had finally ceased, Angélique still lay awake with Earle snuggled against her back. He snored softly, but that wasn’t what kept her awake. She was still conflicted – was she ready for sex or just upset that the other women automatically assumed not and excluded her from their adult circle? She’d killed for them, not once, but three times. She carried her share; stood her turn at watch; so why didn’t they consider her a woman? Treated her as a child?
She lay quiet and tense. Then at the stairs, then in the hall, she heard footsteps, quiet footsteps like someone who wanted to get to bed without waking others. BUT these steps didn’t continue like someone returning to a room; these steps stopped and started like they were listening outside the doors or trying to lift the latch. Like folks with evil intent. She reached for her cocked crossbow that she kept leaning against her bed. Fitting a quarrel, she then nudged Earle, grateful that he was easy to rouse.
“Thieves,” she whispered into his ear, “get your bow and lay on the floor facing the door. When it opens, shoot at the first person you see!”
In the remaining time before she heard her latch creak, she moved to the floor and took up a firing position. Her latch moved slightly, and she heard a low chuckle. Taking a deep breath, she held it for a moment and slowly let it half out. The door flew open, and two men strode into the room firing crossbows at the bed. A third remained in the hall looking in, and she recognized him from Miles’ corral and the later ambush. That was tendays ago. How had he followed them?
Earle had no hesitation and fired at the man standing in front. As noted before, his crossbow was smaller than the norm, but at that short range it powered his quarrel through the rogue’s leather jerkin and into his belly. Angélique’s bolt was a little higher than her intended aim and pierced her target’s neck pinning, him to the doorframe.
Angélique scrambled to the wall and seized another crossbow. Anger lent her speed as she fitted another bolt and fired at the shadow fleeing down the hall to the stairs. With a scream of anguish, the shadow threw up its arms and pitched headlong down the stairs.
Across the hall, Charles stood naked in the open door, sword in one hand and crossbow in the other. Glancing into Angélique’s room, he ran his sword through the thief pinned to the door, ran down the stairs to assure the man on the stairs didn’t get away. Angélique moved to Earle’s victim and turned him over with her foot. Placing her knife just below his right eye, she pricked the skin and asked, “What were you after?”
Even through the fierce pain in his belly, the man feared for his eye and gasped, “Myer said you have a potion to cure cock burners – ‘easy pickings,’ he said.”
“You picked the wrong room,” Angélique spat. “It’s across the hall!” She thrust her dagger, and the man’s feet drummed out his final seconds. Looking up at the three naked women gaping at them through their door she explained, “Well, it was the wrong room...” She reached for Earle and hugged him. “You did well, brother, very well indeed.”
To herself she thought, ‘five’. Then Angélique stomped her foot and declared aloud, “Five! I’m not a child! Five!”
Anxious to get back to bed for sleep – or whatever – they hauled the bodies to the inn’s rear courtyard and stripped them.
Breakfast in the morning was a confused affair. Seth kept returning to their table to apologize, even though he was told over and over that he was not to blame. As they finished their bread and cheese, they saw one of the stable boys come in and whisper in the innkeeper’s ear. Returning yet again, Seth seemed happier when he approached Charles and told him, “While mucking out the stalls, Brewster found three saddled horses around back by the dung heap. I suppose they are yours now.”
Charles grinned, reached over for Angélique’s hand, and winked, “Come mistress and let’s go see to your new steeds. After that, you can look through your new possessions and decide what to keep and what to dispose of.”
Angélique decided. She was ready. She had coins and other valuable possessions – horses. None had been given her; none were a ‘share’; she alone had fought and won them all. (Well, maybe with a little help from Earle... ) In her world-view – in fact in her world’s view – she was now a woman in all but one meaning of the word. She had the means. She had Maggie’s and Robinblue’s permission. She was determined the missing element was to be fixed that night. Angélique shivered with anticipation.
Finishing breakfast, she told the once-again-nearby Seth, “I’ll want a bath this afternoon. The others may tell you the same, but if not, I wish to bathe. And after I look to my new horses, please have Brewster groom them.”
Angélique turned to Charles and said, “Can we look at my new horses again? I want to decide which to keep and which to sell.” Taking his hand, she led him through the side door and into the inn’s cobblestone courtyard, where her horses stood in the shade quietly chewing the oats in their feedbags.
Watching Angélique’s body language and new confidence, the other women in her party looked at each other and smirked. “I’m thinking Earle sleeps with us tonight!” Charlene opined, “And we need to make sure she’s properly prepared.”
Heris joined in, speaking to Seth, she informed him, “The ladies will all bathe together this afternoon, just before our meal. Charles and Earle will bathe after eating, and be sure there is sufficient hot water and a fresh razor for Charles to shave.” Then she added as an afterthought, “The ladies will need the same.”
Seth blushed.
In the courtyard, Angélique stroked the neck of her nearest horse and spoke in a low voice, “Charles ... Maggie and Robinblue gave us permission for whenever I should be ready. I’m ready, and I want it to be you.” She waited for him to answer, and when he nodded, she smiled and continued, “Maggie said you were very good with virgins, and she had no qualms about lending you to be my first. So, tonight I’m ready.”
For Charles, this would be something of a first, too. With Maggie and his other wives, he was accustomed to frenetic couplings with randy women made horny by violence. Charlene was a frenzy without external cause. After violence or not, Angélique’s entry to womanhood seemed to need him to be gentler. He hoped he wasn’t imagining things. No matter what she wanted or needed, he was determined to give her a good experience. He reached out and stroked her cheek and whispered, “I’m ready as well. Very ready.”
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