Erotic Fantasy Stories, Volume 1

By Nobilis Reed

Stories in this volume:

Wager - Bondage and gender-fuckery
Long Shot - More gender-fuckery
Merys at the Font - Absurd breast expansion
Dragon - To say would spoil it
Three Boons - More gender-fuckery and expansion
The Prince and the Sorceress - Romance and gender-fuckery

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nobilis Reed
• Release date: Aug 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476285634

Nobilis Reed

A few years ago Nobilis Reed decided to start sharing the naughty little stories he scribbled out in hidden notebooks. To his surprise, people actually liked them! Now, he can’t stop. The poor man is addicted. His wife, teenage children, and even the cats just look on this wretch of a man, hunched over his computer keyboard, and shake their heads. Clearly, there is no hope for him. The best that can be hoped for is to just make him as comfortable as his condition will allow.

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Erotic Fantasy Stories, Volume 1

by Nobilis Reed

Copyright 2012 Nobilis Reed

All Rights Reserved

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and locations are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons or events, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.

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Also by Nobilis Reed

The Orgone Chronicles

Scouts

Pirates

Roma Fervens

Ex Fumo Gaudiam

Tales of Love and Engineering

Riskwear

Magical Clothes

Runed

And Edited by Nobilis Reed

Coming Together: In Flux

Tentacle Dreams (out of print)

Coming Together: Arm in Arm in Arm

Dedication

To Dee, first last and always,

to Ann, for reminding me to keep going,

and to all the folks who say silly things in my presence

not knowing

about the stories they inspire.

Wager

Part 1 of The Guildmistress's Gamble

This story was originally written as a command performance. One of my fans had won a contest, with the prize being a story written to the listener's specifications. The requirements were bondage and gender-fuckery, and this story was the result.

I strained, the muscles in my arm burning with effort. Low grunts escaped my gritted teeth as I struggled. But it was no use. Farleese was stronger. The back of my hand touched the table, and I was beaten.

A chorus of cheers from half the women clustered around us drowned out the disappointed mutterings of the rest. Money changed hands as those who had bet on Farleese received their winnings. The fact that I had let my friends down, however, was only half of my defeat.

My opponent accepted the back-slapping congratulations and massaged her arm, looking down at me with a wide grin. You know, I've been thinking of taking a few months off from adventuring. Maybe I'll come by for a visit, eh?

I shot back a foul look. You wouldn't dare.

Oh, wouldn't I? Well that clinches it, then. See you tomorrow, sweet-cheeks. She blew me a kiss and turned to accept the foaming mug of ale pushed into her hands.

I pushed away from the table, stalked across the tavern and grabbed my sword from a hook by the door. Jennie bounced up next to me, unbound blonde hair dancing around her head. She started to speak, but I silenced her with a look. I was not in the mood for her always-cheerful platitudes. I strapped the belt around my hips and stormed out the door.

Sirrah? What's wrong?

I have to volunteer for the fertility rite tomorrow. I turned toward the adventurer's guild and walked.

Her chainmail jingled as she hustled to keep up. But you don't have to serve in the fertility rite. Your position...

My position as guildmistress means I can't be compelled by the council. It doesn't mean I can't be compelled by honor. I made a bet, I lost, so I serve. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get a good night's sleep.

Jennie stopped dead. You lost?

I halted and glanced over my shoulder. The look of shocked disappointment on Jennie's face made me want to gather her up into my arms. A guildmistress just didn't do that sort of thing with her charges. Rather than embarrass myself, I turned back. I couldn't let Jennie see my humiliation.

I lost. I walked up to the door of the guild, banged it open and stomped up the stairs. I wanted beer, and lots of it, but I knew it wouldn't make the next day any easier if I arrived at the temple with a hangover and got turned away for being ritually impure. So I went into my room, threw my sword-belt into the corner, and began working at the buckles of my armor.

I had just gotten my vambraces off when a second set of hands began helping me. You know, some people find that they like the fertility rite, said Jennie, hesitantly.

"I am not one of those freaks."

I didn't mean that you were, Sirrah. Jennie took the weight of the armor in her hands, and I pulled out from under it. But maybe it won't be as bad as you think?

Quiet. Nothing is going to take away the humiliation. The best thing to do is just tough it out. I pulled the padded undertunic over my head and tossed it to Jennie on my way into the sauna. One of the perks of my office was a private heated bath, and dammit if there were any time I needed it, it was this one. The tension was turning my whole body into a twisted pile of knots. I yanked the valves open and let the huge stone basin fill with steaming water while I unlaced my boots and worked them off of my feet.

I muttered under my breath, berating myself for being so stupid. Farleese had figured out how much it unnerved me to even contemplate participating in the rites, and then used that information to challenge my courage. I flung my loincloth into the wicker basket for dirty linens with a frustrated snap. If I had been able to conceal my feelings better I wouldn't be in this mess.

I lowered myself into the steaming water and shut off the valve. Sitting on the low bench that ringed the side of the basin, the water just barely came up over my breasts. The water soothed muscles that ached from the exertions of the arm-wrestling match. I closed my eyes and tried to let the afternoon's trials melt away, but that face was always there.

Farleese wanted my job. I had only narrowly beaten her out when it had become available, and ever since then she had been a thorn in my side, always looking for an angle to undermine my authority, but never quite giving me reason to expel her from the guild. Not only was she an expert with the sword and an able adventurer, she was an astute political player. She would be sure to rack up considerable points with the rank-and-file over tonight's confrontation.

A towel appeared behind my neck, and Jennie's hands put gentle pressure on my forehead. Relax, sirrah.

I let my head drift back to the cushioning towel, and Jennie's fingers began to work on the tension in my temples. It felt, as always, marvelous. Jennie, you are the best squire a woman could have.

Thank you, Sirrah.

Jennie slowly widened her circles, going from a firm pressure to gentle fingertips, massaging my scalp through my inch-long soldier's cut of hair. The feeling was marvelous. Nobody had hands as talented as Jennie's when it came to this kind of thing.

I rolled my head a little to the right, and brought my arm up onto the edge of the pool. Get my shoulder, too.

There was a slight sound of Jennie's feet on the tiled floor as she shifted position, and then those skilled hands began working on the abused muscles.

I couldn't help but let out a contented sigh. I looked at the young squire kneeling next to me, stripped to her loincloth. Jennie was old enough to be in the full flower of womanhood, but training had kept her body slender and wiry, her breasts small, her hips narrow. She did not yet have a true soldier's body, but that would come in a year or so of good training. As evidenced by the deep massage my arm was getting, Jennie's strength was coming along nicely.

I stared, aching for the day Jennie would achieve her full membership in the guild. It was becoming harder and harder to hold back from taking advantage of my position as her mentor. Jennie was just too sweet, too young, too ripe to resist. I could probably get away with it, but rules were rules, even for the guildmistress, and how could I enforce them if I didn't obey them myself?

Shall I bathe you, sirrah? Jennie made a half-smile and her caress slid down over my skin toward one floating breast. The touch of Jennie's hand had sent a shock through my body, a thrill of anticipation that made my hair stand on end.

I scowled. No. It was too sharp, too surprised, and I regretted the tone as soon as the word passed from my lips.

She flinched, and flush appeared on Jennie's chest and neck. I'm sorry, Guildmistress. I just thought that you might like me to... She swallowed and looked down. Forgive me.

I took a deep breath. I was tempted, and it took an effort of will to bring myself back under control.

I waved her hand at a spot on the opposite side of the basin, and summoned all the authority I could muster. Please sit. We need to talk.

Jennie doffed her loincloth and lowered herself into the warm water. Her expression was half terror, half hope. I could remember feeling like that when I was Jennie's age, old enough to make my own decisions but not yet mature enough to feel confident in them.

You are a courageous woman, I said. "And you must have very strong feelings to have made the offer,