Saving Salia: Knights of Vallor, #1

By Ash Gray

Fara and Kamryn Broin are two knights from the land of Vallor, except they have no valor at all. Both gamblers and womanizers, the sisters have been living on the run from the law for having broken their knightly vows. But when Princess Salia is captured by ruffians, the Broin sisters are the only ones who can save her. Don't miss the first installment of this lesbian harem romance series! 

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"Your beauty hath undone me. I fear after this I shall be ever at thy mercy," Kamryn helplessly confessed.  

"So do I, sweet knight, forgive me," said the princess miserably.

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"Oh, no, you don't," said Fara, rising from her kneeling position at the fire. "I did slay more bandits than you, so I shall rest first." 

"Horse shite," said Kamryn at once, pausing as she fumbled at the buckle on her greave. She sat upright. "I slew more – I always slay more! You just want to sleep first, admit it." 

Fara's lips tightened irritably. "Fine," she said, marching over. "We shall play Stone, Scissors, Parchment." 

Princess Salia, still sitting on the edge of the bed, giggled behind her hand before she could stop herself. "Truly?" she said in amazement when the knights looked her way. "You two are like children, honestly." 

Kamryn resisted the urge to let the princess irritate her. So did Fara, who ignored the princess and turned again to her sister. Stone, Scissors, Parchment was serious business as far as they were concerned.  

 

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"And what would a man have to do to find himself in your good graces?"  

Salia's heart leapt, startled by the question. Kamryn's voice was almost hushed, intimate. She didn't know why, but her heart was pounding in her ears when she answered, "Well, firstly, he would have to be a she."  

Kamryn laughed. "Oh, aye? That's good to know." 

Salia haughtily lifted her chin. "Why?"  

"Because it means I do have a chance," answered Kamryn in a low voice, as if for fear Fara would overhear them.  

Salia blushed a little. "Do you truly think that you of all people have a chance with me, a princess of all Vallor?" she mocked, desperate now to mask her true feelings. 

Kamryn chuckled. "Come now, your highness. I saw the way you looked at me."  

Salia gasped indignantly. "I did no such thing! That you would dare to insinuate --!" 

"Oh, you looked," said Kamryn, still chuckling. "When we have reached the inn, I shall take off my armor, and if you look again, I shall know thee for a liar."  

Salia blushed hotly. "I . . . That is . . ." She stammered herself to silence and felt foolish when Kamryn laughed at her yet again. But it was true: she had looked at Kamryn. When Fara first pushed the hair back from her eyes, Salia had looked upon the knights and she had been startled by their beauty. She hadn't expected to find herself surrounded by two beautiful, tall women in armor, with their fierce eyes and long, dark hair. She loved dark women, especially dark women who were strong. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ash Gray
• Release date: Jan 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215585795

Ash Gray

Ash Gray is a lesbian living in California. She writes lesfic (aka fiction for lesbians) in science fiction, fantasy, and paranormal settings.

Book preview

Chapter 1

Kamryn Broin lay on her back in the great bed and yawned as morning sunlight streamed pale across her face. She was a beautiful woman, hardy and strong, muscles bulging behind the woolen fabric of her underarmor. Her face was framed by a wreath of long, black hair, and her eyes, when she opened them, were an intense green.

Lying in the bed beside Kamryn, also on her back, was Kamryn's twin sister, Fara. Raven-haired and toned with muscles, she looked exactly like Kamryn, except her eyes were the brightest blue. She lay on her back, breathing gently, also in nothing but her underarmor, a fat coin purse on the nightstand.

Fara was a gambler, and Kamryn had to admit she was good at it. The night before, she had sat downstairs in the tavern, a big-bosomed maiden on each knee, conning other women out of their coin at cards. The whole tavern had been in a tizzy about it, and the maidens had flocked to Fara.

There was a maiden in the bed with them now, a pale beauty with long red hair and bright brown eyes, a narrow waist and enormous breasts. She lay between them on her side, her back to Kamryn, her cheek in the pillow and rising in her eye.

Kamryn sat up on her elbow and smiled down at the red-haired maiden, thinking she looked so innocent in her sleep. Ha. But the girl was anything but innocent! She had spread her pretty thighs most readily, had cupped her great breasts and beckoned them with a smoldering look, and Kamryn and Fara had nearly killed each other fighting to be the one who tasted her sweet sex.

Kamryn had won, of course. For while Fara was quite clever, Kamryn was the stronger of the two. Having successfully wrestled her sister to the floor, she then grabbed the giggling redhead by her thighs and sucked with slow passion on her clitoris. She was annoyed when Fara insisted on fingering the girl’s sex, but together, they groped her big breasts and pleasured her squirming sex and brought her to a helpless climax – again and again.

Kamryn smiled at the ceiling, thinking of the drunken debauchery of the night before. Drinking, dancing, feasting, and lots of sex, sex, sex. For after Fara won the big pot, so many squealing maidens had run to the sisters, clinging to their arms, large eyes pleading to be the one.

Though the sisters slept around plenty, Kamryn and Fara only ever allowed one woman to travel with them. This woman was pampered and spoiled, enjoying fine gowns, jewelry, and nightly orgasms, until she grew tired of life on the road and went her own way again.

And the maidens were always growing tired, Kamryn thought regretfully. For there were many dangers on the road – orcs, goblins, thieves, and bandits – and there would be nights when they were forced to sleep in caves or camp in the woods, hiding away from civilization. The law was always after the Broin sisters, ever since the night they fled the castle and their holy vows as knights.

The night before, after interviewing three blondes and a brunette, they had chosen the redhead to be their companion. Fara wanted her because she had the tightest sex – how it squeezed on her fingers! – and Kamryn had thought the girl’s breasts magnificent. She looked forward to tavern-hopping with the girl, riding with her on horseback and watching her breasts bounce—

Mm, moaned Fara and her eyes fluttered open. She squinted grumpily against the sunlight streaming through the window. Is it morning already?

Unfortunately, confirmed Kamryn, still leaning on her elbow over the redhead.

We’d best get up and get dressed, said Fara, a little alarmed now as she sat up, glancing around for her armor pieces, which were scattered across the floor.

What’s the rush? said Kamryn absently, dismissively, her eyes on the pretty sleeping redhead. She pushed the coverlet back to reveal the girl’s soft, naked body, and with soft eyes burning lust, she smoothed her hand over the girl’s round hip. Her skin was so supple and warm. . . Kamryn smoothed a hand over one of the girl’s fat breasts and squeezed, watching with narrowed eyes as the pink nipple hardened.

Oh my! moaned the girl, long lashes fluttering open. She turned on her back and smirked up at Kamryn from the nest of her curly red hair. Isn’t it yet too early, my knight, for lust to stir in your loins?

It is never too early, Kamryn muttered and bowed her head, sucking slowly on the girl’s rigid nipple. The girl moaned and closed her eyes, arching her back against the sheets and thrusting her big breasts to the ceiling.

Oh . . . Oh, Kamryn . . .

Cut it out, the two of you! Fara scolded, and Kamryn cried out indignantly when her cheek was slapped. The slap had been light and scolding, but it was still smarting enough to make Kamryn sit up and scowl.

The redhead giggled.

I heard them talking last night. The queen and her knights are approaching Harlon, Fara went on, and Kamryn went still in shock.

We’d be fools to linger here! Fara said, pushing herself up from the bed.

Then why didn’t we leave last night, dammit? Kamryn complained.

Because we were drunk! Now get on your armor and—

Just then, the door burst open, and in filed three people, who stood in a line at the edge of the bed. Standing between two female knights in golden armor was Queen Rhian of Vallor, who looked quite pleased with herself to have found them.

Queen Rhian was a beautiful woman, tall and elegant, with long golden hair streaked in gray and age lines around her lips and eyes. She wore a long green gown with leather guards at the chest, throat, waist, and forearms, as if to protect her from arrow fire. Upon her head, she also wore an open-faced golden helm.

Queen Rhian, the warrior queen of Vallor, had come here for them? Kamryn sat frozen on the bed and didn’t know what to think. They were wanted for breaking their vows, surely, but they weren’t important enough for all this.

The redhead, still lying in the bed, screamed softly and pulled the coverlet up to her chin.

Scowling, Fara grabbed her sword from the floor and ripped it from the scabbard. Kamryn did the same.

You’ll never take us alive! Fara growled.

The queen only smiled. I am aware that you are two of the most skilled knights in Vallor. I have not come to waste good women capturing you.

Kamryn and Fara exchanged