Knights of Vallor Series

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!  -- "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. -- "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.     -- "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. 

Now separated from Kamryn, Fara and Salia take refuge among the White Wolf clan, a tribe of wild women living in the forest. During their stay, Salia draws closer to Fara and comes to appreciate her quiet and gentle spirit -- a spirit which contrasts sharply with that of her smirking, aggressive twin. Meanwhile, Kamryn is saved by a mysterious cleric -- a knight with healing powers -- who was drawn to the forest by repeated dreams of a raven. Don't miss the second installment of this lesbian harem romance series!  -- "You're damn right, I'm angry," hissed Captain Delaney, who had finally paused in her endless blows. She glared at Kamryn with furious blue eyes. Her eyes had always been slanted and fierce, but now the effect was unsettling.   "We needn't fight," Kamryn said breathlessly. "If you go your way, and I go mine –Ah!" Another blow came, sending Kamryn tripping back and lifting her shield almost on reflex.  "I have been ordered to kill you," said Delaney in a low, deadly voice, "and unlike you, I do not flinch from my duty! Now shut up and fight! I shall end thee quickly. It is the only mercy I shall grant thee."    -- Ferne miserably shook her head. "I only know that I doth desire women something . . . fierce. It stirs great shame and confusion in me."   Kamryn put a soothing hand on Ferne's silver pauldron. "Do not be ashamed of thy desire," she said. "There are those in the world who would shame thee, namely men and the women who lay with them, but it is normal and good for a woman to desire other women. So good. Wait until you lay with your first fair maiden."  Ferne became flustered, her lashes fluttering and her cheeks brightening again. "I . . . I don't know that I wish for more than one maiden."   Kamryn shouted out a laugh. "Ha! You shall wish for them all after the first time. Women are like some wonderful medicine for an ailment that is unending."    -- Salia's heart warmed to hear Fara's anxious confession. "Oh, is that all?" she said with a laugh. She sat up, straddling Fara's lap and placing her small hands on Fara's belly. When she looked down, she was pleased to see the longing in Fara's eyes.  Fara took a deep, shuddering breath as she sought to control her arousal, and she smoothed her strong hands over Salia's narrow waist and round hips, caressing her through her green gown. How her blue eyes suffered with desire—suffered and yet surrendered. Fara looked so helpless before Salia's beauty. She had the feeling in that moment that she could have asked the knight to do anything, and it would have been done.    -- "I . . . confess," Serime panted, "I . . . am envious of your lady after that."   Kamryn laughed softly. "Should I take it to mean you shall not help me escape then?"  "Rather I would keep you here for myself," said Serime, smiling down at Kamryn fondly. "But it would be a selfish thing to keep thee here – selfish and hypocritical after I have lamented my being tricked by Aine."  "Then come with me," Kamryn said at once.  Serime laughed softly in disbelief. "And have your lady slay me for having lain with you? No, thank you."  Kamryn laughed again. "Have you met Salia? It sounds as if you have."  

On the brink of death, Salia is rushed to the nearest healer that can aid her: a beautiful and mysterious sorceress named Eryet. Meanwhile, Salia's soul is in Heaven, resisting the sweet seduction of Idet, the goddess of death, who is a beautiful young woman and very lonely. Thanks to Eryet's healing water, however, Idet only has so much time to seduce Salia to her side. As Eryet's waters restore Salia's injured body, Fara sets out to find and catch Caoimhe -- and hopefully bring her to justice. Don't miss the third installment of this lesbian harem romance series!   -- Fara hated it when Eryet's eyes danced with laughter. For a healer, Fara thought she was quite businesslike, cruel, and mocking. None of the gentleness and compassion that Ferne, another healer, possessed.   "I am more than a mere healer, good knight," said Eryet, as if she had emerged from Fara's thoughts. "I am capable of as much death and destruction as I am healing and restoration."   Fara frowned. "But you are known throughout Vallor for your healing arts."   "That I am," agreed Eryet, "but only because healing is the more lucrative endeavor. Come now. Shall you go forth and fetch the little witch for me or not?" Her sly eyes went to the fountain, where Salia lay beneath the water still. "If you would rather not, then you can take your princess and kindly go. But I know that you shall not. Knights are always full of such romantic notions as love. You would never allow Salia to perish."     -- "No," said Salia, blinking out tears. "It's just  . . . Idet told me that you didn't love me, and I was so quick to believe her! I am a fool. For all I know, the image she showed me of Kamryn laying with another woman was a lie."  Fara bit her lip: she knew for a fact that Kamryn had indeed lain with at least two other women since parting ways with Salia. She was a terrible liar, had never been able to conceal her emotions, and Salia saw her expression. The princess pulled free in anger.   "That two-timing--!" Salia began furiously.   Fara quickly took Salia's hands. "Sweet princess, while it is true that Kamryn hath lain with other women since we did part ways--"  "Women?!" Salia screamed. "And here I thought it was just the one," she snarled and snatched her hands free. She pointed a threatening finger. "Don't you dare make excuses for her!"   Fara obediently fell silent.     -- "Aye, you love me," said Kamryn with confidence.  "No!" denied Salia at once, though there was a shake in her voice. "I don't love you! Don't be absurd--!"  "Aye, you love me," repeated Kamryn, laughing. "Only true love could make a woman forgive my trespasses. One eve I shall tell thee tales of the women who didn't forgive me. Such as Eira, who chased me naked from her home whilst brandishing a fish --"   Salia laughed in girlish delight. "You're making that up!"  -- "I will tell her," said Salia loudly. Still clutching the fur cloak around her body, she drew near to them, and Kamryn thought she looked furious enough to spit.   "Shall you tell me why you look as if you shall stab me?" Kamryn begged. "No doubt I have done something to deserve it, but I should like to be clear on why as the blade goes in." 

Having been captured by Prince Amer's men, Salia and the knights of Vallor escape into the Mistmoor forest, where they raise little Moirin in secret while planning thier eventaul escape to the Far Shore. As Moirin grows supernaturally fast, Fara and Kamryn fumble through "fathering" her, while Salia watches on and worries that her daughter will one day have to leave her to train her magick. Don't miss the fourth installment of this lesbian harem romance series! -- A second later, and the tent flap was ripped aside to reveal Salia, who stood silhouetted against the sunlight. Her golden hair was a tousled mess, and one of the sleeves of her gown had been ripped down, revealing the soft skin of her arm. She was holding a sword in one hand, and the blade was glistening red. Moirin peered around her mother's skirts at the twins, looking oddly calm given everything that was happening.   One of the men scowled. "What is happening, woman?" he demanded of Salia. "Is the camp under attack?"  "Yes," said Salia darkly.   "By who?" demanded the other guard.  "By me," Salia answered and hurled the sword. It whistled through the air, spinning around and taking the heads of both men off – muting their cries of shock – before spinning back to Salia, who caught it expertly and returned to fight stance.   Kamryn and Fara had stiffened under the splash of blood, and now they knelt in awe of Salia, mouths open.     -- "Then it's settled," said Salia haughtily. "Kamryn, you are in charge of Moirin's education regarding human history, and Fara, you are in charge of Moirin's education regarding elven history."   "Yes, my princess," chorused Kamryn and Fara, though Kamryn spoke the words unenthusiastically: she hated lessons and had never fancied herself a tutor. She hadn't the patience to learn let alone teach.  "And what shall you teach me, Mother?" Moirin asked eagerly.  "I shall teach you the history of our great house," said Salia, proudly lifting her chin. "You are the last in a long line of many great women!"    Hearing Salia's words, Moirin's eyes practically glowed with wonder, and Kamryn thought she seemed excited about the prospect of learning about the world. The poor child didn't know what school actually was. It was little more than endless writing and reading and listening to long, boring lectures in dark, musty rooms lit by candlelight. Salia had just commanded them all to enter the gates of Hell, and Moirin was soon to learn the truth after innocently skipping inside. Then again, perhaps Moirin, being the child of a death goddess, wouldn't mind schooling either. She enjoyed watching people get beheaded, after all.     -- They found a rickshaw to carry them that was pulled by a centaur. Moirin had never before seen a centaur and gawped at the half-woman with her mouth open. The centaur was wearing a golden breastplate over her breasts, but her midriff was bare, and they could see where her soft skin ended and the tawny golden fur began as it smoothed into her lower half. She had wild golden hair and bright, fierce eyes, and she looked at them with cold indifference, unsmiling as they approached. Her arms were quite muscular from pulling the rickshaw.  "Five crowns for the lot of you, no more, no less," the centaur roughly said before they'd opened their mouths. 

When Fara disappears with the sorceress Ledadora, Salia scrambles to save her, only to be intercepted by Kamryn, who claims that Fara has not been "kidnapped" but nonethless needs rescuing. Meanwhile, when Fara is caught cheating on Salia by Moirin, a furious Moirin runs away and stumbles across a magick mirror that transports her to another dimension -- where she meets a mysterious woman who is just as wild as she. Don't miss part five of this lesbian romance series! -- Fara recognized the bird. It was known as Artuse, and it could turn into a beautiful young woman at will. And though its song was quite beautiful, the bird was incapable of speech, even in human form. It had been Ledadora's love and companion for many years, and when Fara had lived at the tower years before, Artuse had joined her and Ledadora in many nights of pleasure. -- Moirin and the goblins all turned their heads in unison, their expressions spread in shock, and they watched open-mouthed as a woman leapt through the portal and landed in the grass nearby, her powerful legs catching her in a squat. She was wild, her muscular body wrapped in animal hides, and she carried a giant two-handed sword in both hands that gleamed watery as it reflected the light of the portal behind her. As she straightened up, she was so big and tall that she seemed to block the very sky, casting a shadow over them all. Her expression was cold, her green eyes dark with the fury of a goddess, and the portal sent her red hair whipping about her, which only made her all the more terrifying. -- Salia sat in pleasant disbelief, and the three of them were silent for a time as the rickshaw bumped them along. Then Salia said very happily, "Are you two saying you wish to marry me?"  Fara and Kamryn both kissed Salia's cheeks, and the princess shrieked out a giggle.    -- "I abandoned no one," said Idet, calmly amused by the rage of the twins. "For reasons that are well beyond me, Salia has chosen your company over mine" (Salia smirked to hear how annoyed Idet sounded by that) "and that choice has made Moirin your responsibility, not mine. You have failed her" (Fara tensed) "and I have come to be certain your recklessness does not bring her further harm."  "Recklessness?" growled Fara, eyes popping indignantly. "I was there from the moment she was born! I changed her swaddling, I watched with joy as she did take her first step – while you impregnated Salia without her knowledge or consent and then disappeared back into your cozy palace--!"  "Craven!" Kamryn added furiously. "Drop your magick shield and face us! That you would call yourself Moirin's parent is an outrage! Fara and I are the girl's father! She needs you not!" 

When Moirin is kidnapped by Aine, Salia and the knights scramble to save her -- alongside the strange barbarian woman who got their daughter with child. In their quest to save Moirin from the ancient witch, Salia, Kamryn, and Fara slowly learn to trust and even like Aereth. Meanwhile, Moirin remains pregnant, alone, and trapped in Aine's tower, where she stumbles across an ancient library, a collection of books that contain the memories of Aine's prey, including the Broin sisters. Unbeknownst to Moirin, she is being spied upon by Queen Rhian, who has decided to take Moirin's child as heir to Cawic and all of Vallor. Don't miss the sixth installment of this lesbian harem romance series! -- "The Aelwith is a marsh in my dimension," returned Aereth and calmly released her grip on her sword and folded her arms, as if in preparation for a long tale. "Though calling it home were only a technicality," she went on. "I was raised by fae creatures who stole me from my mother when I was but a babe. My mother is a mighty sorceress, but even she could not break my curse, and I lived in Elwenhal for two hundred years, traveling through the dimensions as I pleased."  There was silence when Aereth had finished speaking, and Salia and the knights simply stood there, staring up at her. Kamryn's mouth was hanging open.  ". . . Are you jesting?" Kamryn said at last. "Or perhaps you are drunk. Or maybe I am. Gods alive, what a load of shite!"  Aereth gazed down at them all with a completely straight face and did not answer, her bulging arms folded almost dourly across her chest. She did not like her honesty being questioned.  "I do believe she is telling the truth," said Fara weakly. She turned away. "I need a drink." -- Aereth was walking so fast that Salia and the twins had to jog to catch up to her. The twins' armor was jingling with their quick step, and Salia's green dress kept getting in her way. She hated it and wished she had bought trousers back in Dolesea. With her golden hair streaming behind her, she hitched up her green skirts in both hands to keep up with Aereth's quick pace. Her face was twisted irritably as she said, "Mortals? I'll have you know I am the descendant of a goddess! House Ceallaigh is quite the powerful line, full of mighty warriors of great renown, and my mother is the warrior queen of--!"   "But mortal still," said Aereth, marching onward, staring straight ahead.  "And the Broin sisters," went on Salia stubbornly, "they are the descendants of a mighty line of witches! And the best fighters in Vallor!"   "But mortal still," Aereth indifferently repeated, and Salia made a scoffing noise.    -- Moirin smiled, feeling her heart fluttering in her chest. Aereth was big and strong and deadly and everything, everything she wanted! If she couldn't have her, she didn't know what she would do. She looked up at Aereth with round, admiring eyes as she said, "And you came here alone to save me?"   "Yes," said Aereth softly, taking Moirin's smaller hands into her own. She kissed the fingers tenderly. "For I love thee, Moirin. And now you are the mother of my child. I could not abandon you." 

With Moirin and Aereth having decided to hide from Queen Rhian in Eriallon, Salia and the knights continue their own journey to the Far Shore, now accompanied by the female knights Erin and Mona. After Kamryn encourages Salia to explore her sexuality with Erin, the princess and the knights of Vallor receive a raven from Cawic Castle, summoning them to Breestone. Realizing they can no longer keep running from Queen Rhian, Salia and the Broin sisters set out for an audience with the queen. Meanwhile, the sorceress Aine is still lurking and very much at large. Don't miss the seventh installment of this lesbian romance series! -- "Stand aside, good Kamryn," Aereth snarled. "If these excuses for warriors would face me, I would end them!"  Kamryn didn't know what possessed her to do it -- perhaps she just wanted to see Deirdre get her tail handed to her – but she released Aereth, sheathed her sword, and stepped calmly aside.  "Are you mad?" Fara hissed at Kamryn. "Aereth will slaughter Dierdre!"  Kamryn found it difficult to care.  -- Salia laughed softly. "Truly? I thought you would have been jealous." Kamryn snorted. "Of Erin? There is no competition. I'm the better lover. You may lay with her, but you will long for me again and again. No one else can touch thee so deeply." Salia blushed again, delighted by their banter. Just the hour before, she had been distraught, torn that Moirin had left her for a second time, but as always, Kamryn had somehow managed to make her feel better. Her heart warmed to the knight, and she wanted to stop and kiss her, but she was afraid that if she stopped walking, she would fall down. She was so tired. -- Salia was so exhausted that she tripped over her own slippers, and without missing a beat, Kamryn swept the princess easily into her arms and marched on. Salia's heart leapt with pleasant surprise at how easily she was lifted, like a little doll. Kamryn didn't even grunt or strain, just swept her up. She had almost forgotten how strong the twins were, and her heart was hammering in her ears with arousal. Suddenly, she didn't care about Erin's past. Kamryn was speaking again when Salia kissed her without warning on the mouth.  -- Erin wanted to protest, but deep down, she knew she wanted what was happening. Looking up at Salia and her pale, soft beauty, she suddenly understood why Kamryn and Fara had surrendered to the princess so easily, had run away for her, had slain their friends for her. Salia was easily one of the most beautiful women Erin had ever seen. She looked at Salia's swollen breasts riding soft and large in her low fur collar and knew she'd slay for her as well.

Salia arrives in Breestone to discover that her mother wishes for her to rule, as a now-adult Princess Eydis is simply uninterested. The reason for Eydis' disinterest becomes clear when Salia stumbles upon Eydis and Reagan cuddling sweetly in the sheets. Meanwhile, the Broin sisters decide to finally approach the goddess Idet and seek her blessing -- not only to marry Salia but to impregnate the princess as well. When the twins have returned from their endeavor, it's to discover thst Erin now wishes to duel them for Salia's hand. Don't miss the eighth installment of this lesbian harem romance!    -- "How I have craved thee these long hours," said Erin in a low voice.  Salia swallowed hard, now alone with Erin, who was looking at her as if she would devour her. The knight was in full armor, but that didn't seem to stop her. Eyes fixed on Salia's face, she removed her gauntlets, tossing them aside, and then she grabbed the back of Salia's neck and crushed her mouth to Salia's in a hungry kiss.  -- "You should think to please your mother and the gods," went on Nurse Wene, "and find a good prince and wed him, as is natural and right --"  "Nurse Wene!" Salia said loudly, and the old woman – confused that her rant had been interrupted – halted in surprise and looked around at Salia. Salia smiled through the mirror at the old woman as she said, "Get the fuck out."  The old nurse's face turned beet red and something between shock and outrage spread her expression. Never, in Salia's entire twenty years as princess, had the nurse ever been dismissed so coldly. But traveling with the Broin sisters had made Salia finally realize that she wasn't beholden to anyone. In fact, she could do as she pleased – not without consequences but in spite of them. The nurse would no doubt go running to the queen, but for the first time in her life, Salia didn't care.  Salia's three ladies in waiting had all paused in just as much shock. They were young and quite short and in terror of the old nurse, who had often wielded power over them like a tyrant. They were in awe that Salia had dared to stand up to her and exchanged wide-eyed expressions, their mouths hanging open.  "I beg your pardon, your majesty?!" Nurse Wene finally managed to sputter.  "Oh. I forget you're hard of hearing." Salia smiled into the mirror and leaned forward as she repeated, "Get the fuck out."   -- Moirin laughed girlishly. Standing beside Aereth and looking so pleased and content, she was so bright with joy that Salia was torn between happiness and amazement. As she recalled it, Moirin had only ever laughed when people were being slain.     -- Idet looked down on Kamryn and Fara with great dislike. "Well?" she sneered. "Have you anything to say in your defense?" "We love Salia," Kamryn said at once. "We would do anything to make her happy." "We would die for her," said Fara solemnly. "But you wouldn't understand that," added Kamryn, "for you can not die." -- Fara gazed down at Salia warmly, but her eyes filled with guilt as she said, "Erin is right about us, Salia. We are dogs and little more. We both have betrayed you with numerous women, yet you have forgiven us—" "No, I took revenge," laughed Salia, "by laying with Idet and placing your fate in her hands. You had to journey to her realm and beg for her aid, which hath pleased me greatly. And now we are even." Fara laughed weakly. "Fair enough."