To Trap A Traitor

By Lara Longstaff

Gregor Dragonsbane was a knight with a quest. He wasn't to slay a dragon or fight an army. He didn't have to journey far and wide to recover a relic or save a damsel. It was far more dangerous than that. In order to save his king from treachery, the roguish young knight had to submit to magic and let his manhood fade away. Only by transforming into a beautiful young woman could he serve as bait for the viper hiding in the King's Court, but would the challenge prove too great for the man to handle?

Author's Note: All characters depicted are fictional adults over the age of 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lara Longstaff
• Release date: Aug 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370260461

Lara Longstaff

Hello there!I'm Lara, and I've got a few fantasies I'd love to share with you. But before you get down to reading my tales of futanari lust, let me tell you about myself.I'm 28 years old, single, but soon to be married to my long-time boyfriend, David. We hail from the Midwest of the good ol' USA. My hobbies are many and varied, but first among them are girls who have "something extra"! While I mostly prefer to fantasize about other futanari and such, sometimes my mood swings and I really get the urge to reverse roles with a cute guy, so most of my stories are of one of those two themes.Most of my stories are available on Amazon.com, so be sure to check them out there, too!I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I do writing them!XOXOXOL.L.

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To Trap a Traitor

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Lara Longstaff

Copyright 2015 Lara Longstaff

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All characters depicted are fictional and adults over the age of 18.

Gregor Dragonsbane raised the wooden sword in front of his handsome face in salute at the man standing ready across the room. Both were tall, strong men, and stripped to the waist as they sparred in the cold stone chamber deep in the heart of Ironhold Castle. While Gregor had hair as thick and dark as a raven's wing, his opponent, Tandon Merrik had shorn his fine gold hair close about his handsome face.

Are you ready this time, Sir Tandon? Gregor smirked the muscular man, flourishing his waster with the flick of his wrist. I'd hate to beat you five times in a row. What would the other knights say?

If only you could win battles with your mouth, Sir Gregor, Tandon grumbled. His deep eyes narrowed, and he lunged like a viper.

Better! That's the spirit! Gregor gasped as barely parried the thrust. He danced back quickly. He was lighter on his feet than the taller man, though not as strong. He slid gracefully to the left, his tall riding boots scuffing on the paving stones and he turned his defensive motion into attack.

You move like the devil! Tandon growled as he twisted aside just in time to avoid Gregor's riposte.

And you move like a drunken ox! Gregor rejoined, his rakishly handsome face split into a wide grin. His taunts seemed to infuriate the fair knight, and Gregor backpedaled under a furious onslaught of blows. Sweat poured over his brow, stinging his bright blue eyes. Perhaps drunken ox was a bit too much, after all. More like an enraged bull!

Now I have you! Tandon shouted. He swept aside the darker man's wooden blade and raised his own, preparing to smash down into his body.

Not so fast, Sir Tandon, Gregor panted. The tip of his waster tapped the taller man just at the bulge of his leather trousers.

Oh, a knavish blow indeed! boomed a rich, hearty voice.

Ever a knave and an honest knight both, Your Majesty, Gregor moved away from his stunned opponent and gave a deep florid bow to the man leaning against the far wall.

In battle I'd have worn a steel codpiece! Tandon spluttered.

True true, my friend, Gregor patted Tandon's powerful shoulder. And that surely would have saved your life. Perhaps not your manhood, however!

The two of you are reputed to be the finest swordsmen among all my knights, but it is clear who is the better, the king intoned. He stepped deeper into room, a huge bear of a man with a thick dark beard more gray now than black. Rich purple robes strained over his massive body. Once a mighty warrior himself, his brawn had turned to fat over the long years of his reign.

Our blades our at your service, Majesty, Gregor grinned and scurbbed a hand through his mop of black hair. Sir Tandon would handle any man-at-arms in your retinue as easily as I defeated him. It simply isn't his fault that I'm the greatest warrior in all of Calundria! The young knight