Chapter 5

The Lady - by Hypnohypno

Chapter 6

When Asiara's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself back in her tent, lying in her own bed, her first thought was that it had all been a dream – a wonderful, satisfying, erotic dream. But that was impossible – the tingling warmth between her thighs was evidence that her climaxes had been real, and no sexy dream could have ever made her orgasm with such raw intensity.

Sitting up, she saw still more evidence that what had happened had been real. Her shirt was draped around her shoulders, ripped clean in half in the front, and it was still wet. Her hair, too, was still quite damp, the dark curls pressed against her skin were as disheveled as she should feel at the moment. But somehow, despite her confusion, the warm afterglow prevented any feelings of anxiety to seep into her mind. She just felt too good for that.

After a long, languorous stretch, she sat up in her bed and tried to make sense of how she had gotten back to the camp. The dim light of dawn was slipping in through the bottom of the tent, so she knew that some time had passed. Still, she had no memory of walking back to the camp. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, which kept straying to her last conscious memory – which in turn caused her to feel wetness start to gather between her legs – Asiara rose from her bed and slipped off her tattered shirt and the pants that she was somehow wearing again. As she drew a robe around her shoulders, she saw that her swords were lying next to the bed, as were her boots.

Still quite confused, she left the tent, not concerned that her robe left so much of her body exposed. After all, the army had seen her naked on the battle field recently, and she was quite certain that her troops respected her quite thoroughly. Giving them a glimpse of her beauty would only help to keep them under her thumb a bit more.

As she looked around the camp, taking in the quiet bustle that accompanied the morning duties of her soldiers, she saw a young message boy run up to her.

"Partheon would like to speak with you, M'Lady."

"Very well, lead me to him."

Asiara knew what this was about. Partheon was her second in command in military matters, and she hadn't spoken to him since the battle with the Sersiphi. He would be anxious to go over the details of the battle and to discuss their plans going forward.

But Asiara found such topics somehow distasteful at the moment. Normally, military strategy would get her blood boiling only slightly less than her exploits between the sheets, but today it seemed oddly unimportant. Every time she tried to think about her responsibilities to her army, even to her Queen, she couldn't help but let the tingling in her sex bring her mind back to the lake; to the beautiful water nymph; to submitting to that nymph.

And these thoughts turned her on.

No, military matters were the furthest thing from her mind. Right now, all she wanted to do was to find that lake again, and give herself to the nymph that lived there. And that is exactly what she would do when night fell once again.

Before then, though, she would have to face Partheon. Stepping into his tent, she greeted her trusted friend and advisor.

"Hello, Parth, how have you been?"

Partheon turned his balding head towards her, the grayness of his beard looking particular pale in the morning light. "Better than you, apparently. The watchmen told me they found you lying on the ground outside the camp early this morning in a state of ... well, you know."

"The battle yesterday was quite the ordeal, especially for me. I needed a little ... well, you know." Partheon grinned. Asiara was always glad to have Partheon around. The age difference between them helped to diffuse the sexual tension that made it hard for her to work with so many other leaders in the army. Without that tension, they were able to banter with each other quite freely – and Asiara suspected that Partheon found her frequent sexual adventures to be quite entertaining.

"I see," was all he said, though his grin showed that he was using his imagination to fill in the details of Asiara's most recent exploits. "Well, according to Calean, you had a pretty good bit of fun even before you left the camp to do whatever it is you did out there. He's been bragging that he drove you so wild that you had to stab him to keep from dying from the pleasure."

"Is that so? I seem to remember it slightly differently."

"Of course. No one in the camp would ever believe him. I don't know why you felt the need to stab him, but I'm sure it wasn't because you couldn't handle him. If anything, I'm guessing he wasn't enough for you."

Asiara just gave Partheon the same mischievous, sensual grin that had won the hearts of so many men and women before but that, with Partheon, was simply a sign of her affection for her advisor.

"Let's get down to business, shall we?" As much as she enjoyed Partheon's company, she wanted to get this conversation over with. She knew what he would have to say, and she knew that he wouldn't like her response.

"We need to decide what we're going to do and get the army on the move, Asiara. The Maurial army is aware that we were planning to attack, and they're already marching. I don't know if you still plan to engage them or not, but either way, we need to pack up and head out as soon as possible. I'm told that the men could be ready as early as mid-day today."

"We're not going anywhere." Partheon's mouth dropped in disbelief. "I want to stay camped here tonight."

"Why? That's madness!"

"The Maurial forces don't know where we are. They won't have heard of the Sersiphi uprising. If anything, they'll be expecting us to be on the road headed directly to their kingdom. We'll be safe from them here."

"But even if they don't attack us, they're marching north, into the Queen's lands. We either need to engage them or start recruiting more soldiers and planning where we'll take our stand against them. Either way, we can't stay here."

"Parth, have I ever led us astray?"

"Not so far, M'Lady."

"I have my reasons, Parth. We stay." Not wanting to hear any more protests, Asiara swept out of the tent. He was right, she knew. They needed to leave this place. But Asiara couldn't help but think about what had happened last night, and what further ecstasies might await her in that glade should she return.

With these thoughts in her mind, she returned to her own tent.

Flopping down on her pallet of hides, Asiara let her mind drift. She imagined being back at the lake, feeling those hands running over her body, leaving trails of wetness behind – the water droplets snaking over her skin, adding to the erotic intrigue. Her sex grew wet at the thought, and her own hands began to roam over her body, teasing her and filling her with an erotic tension that she knew could only be released by the nymph whom she'd discovered the night before.

And so she spent the day, fantasizing about what the water spirit would do with her. All day she teased herself, slowly building her sexual need, allowing herself to simmer in a powerful state of arousal.

By the time the sun had set and the green moon had risen, she was practically bursting with anticipation. She didn't even bother to bring her swords this time. Still wearing her robe, she sauntered out of her tent and made her way past the guards – her withering look preventing them from questioning her as to her purpose or her attire.

Once in the wilderness, she made her way back to the small forest that she had entered the night before. She felt as though she were in a dream as she walked through the hills, the tall grass feeling wonderful under her bare feet. She knew that she was moving of her own free will, yet there seemed to be some pull that took her directly to her destination, without her even having to think of how to retrace her steps.

Before she knew it, she had entered the forest. And, as she did so, a familiar and welcome sensation flowed into her ears and washed over her mind. The singing added to the dreamlike state that Asiara already felt, taking away any need for her own thoughts and guiding her where it willed. This time, Asiara made no effort to fight the controlling power of the song – she made no attempt to hear words in its syllables, or to make sense of its rhythm or melody. She simply obeyed.

Slowly, she walked through the forest – the grass quickly being replaced with the gentle crunch of old leaves. Before long, she had arrived at the lake, and there, ready to greet her, was the nymph, sitting in the middle of the water, resting on the surface as though it were as solid as the ground under Asiara's bare feet.

And the water spirit was singing, providing the glorious sounds that continued to coax Asiara forward. Asiara didn't break stride – she walked towards the water, peeling off her robe as she did so. As her feet entered the water, she felt an erotic thrill dripping through her body, and as she stepped deeper and deeper into the water, she could similarly feel herself falling deeper and deeper under the spell of the lovely song that had claimed her mind.

As she waded closer and closer to the nymph in the middle of the lake, the spirit stood and started to move towards her as well. Asiara stopped moving when she was in the water up to her waste. The nymph was standing before her, but, since she still stood on the surface of the water, she towered over Asiara's naked body. The warrior woman looked up at the beautiful body standing over her, taking in its lovely curves and sensual, fluid beauty.