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    Raven Spirit: Knights of Vallor, #2
    Raven Spirit: Knights of Vallor, #2
    Raven Spirit: Knights of Vallor, #2
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    Raven Spirit: Knights of Vallor, #2

    By Ash Gray

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    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."  

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAsh Gray
    Release dateJan 27, 2023
    ISBN9798215396216
    Raven Spirit: Knights of Vallor, #2
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    Ash Gray

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

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      Raven Spirit - Ash Gray

      Chapter 1

      The orcs surrounded them on all sides as they sat the horse together. Fara glanced around and quietly counted twenty-odd orcs, big and green women all. Hmm. Nothing she couldn’t handle. Without warning, she slid from the saddle, pulling Salia down with her – and narrowly missing a hail of arrows from the startled orcs. Fara’s shield was strapped to her forearm, and she brought it up, deflecting yet more arrows that would have hit Salia in the face and chest. Salia stiffened as the shield rose just in time to protect her, but to Fara’s amazement, the princess did not scream in terror but was hard-faced as a soldier. She even looked a little angry! Fara had to remind herself that Salia was the warrior princess of Vallor: battle was in her blood. The only time Salia screamed was in bed, Fara thought with a private smile.

      Fara heard her horse whinny and buck behind her. Salia grabbed the reins to calm it, and as she was struggling with the horse, the orcs began to close in. The archers had lowered their bows, allowing the rest to come forward with their spears aimed, black eyes gleaming hatred behind wisps of wild black hair. They were barbarians, all of them, with muddy warpaint swirled on their cheeks and bones through their noses and beads in their hair. They snorted around their tusks and flared their nostrils the closer they drew. Fara paused. Were they . . . sniffing her?

      They were. The orcs kept sniffling and snuffling, then halted in surprise again, exchanging baffled glances. Many lowered their spears and just stood there, staring in wonder at Fara. Fara thought their eyes were even reverent and stared back at them, perplexed by their awe. Some of the orcs kept sniffing in disbelief, pig noses wrinkling, while others began to whisper, heads together.

      Before Fara could ask what in the name of the gods was happening, the biggest orc – who Fara could only assume was the leader, for it was always the biggest orc – sniffed the air as well, then halted in surprise and raised her hand, calling to the others in her language. The other orcs looked at each other, mouths open in surprise. Then, one by one, the orcs shouldered their spears, bowed to Fara (What in Vallor? Fara thought), and turned away, disappearing into the trees.

      What in Vallor? muttered Salia, echoing Fara’s baffled thought.

      The biggest orc approached them and stopped some feet away. She carried a longbow and wore a quiver of arrows with white feathers, but her stance was calm, relaxed, while her eyes were as awed as her followers. She was two heads taller than Fara and gazed down at the knight with cold approval from a wreath of wild black hair that was half-plaited and tangled with beads. Fara stared up at the big orc, waiting and wondering, her shield still half-raised for a fight.

      I am Yellow Bone, said the big orc, who did indeed have a scroll of yellow bone covering her chest like a breastplate. And you are one of the knights who did slay Red Feather. Your smell was at her camp, and some of my people did witness the fight from the trees.

      Having calmed the horse, Salia led it forward and stood beside Fara. Red Feather? she repeated in disbelief. Was that truly her name? Her nose wrinkled. Fara thought the princess looked so cute when she was confused.

      Yes, said the big orc, who looked confused by Salia’s confusion. Her beady black eyes turned again to Fara, and she said bitterly, Red Feather was a menace to our clan! She kept all the human women for herself, horded all the food, and ate the fattest of our children!

      Salia gasped, but Fara’s calm expression did not change. She was well-aware that orcs ate their young. It was a common enough practice if they birthed too many in a season.

      We have spent many moons trying to kill her to no avail, went on the big orc, sounding tired now. Yet you and your sister entered Toadfen and slew her with enough ease to bring shame to our clan’s mightiest warriors! In thanks, we shall allow you to roam the forest unharmed, but you may not enter any of our settlements. She paused and added with narrowed eyes, Nor may you lay with any of our women. Humans are not welcome. Hold to those rules, and all past trespasses may be forgiven.

      Understood, said Fara, nodding seriously, and our thanks, friend.

      Fara remained the cold warrior, but inside, she was laughing. It wasn’t too long ago that Kamryn had been caught bedding some orc princess in the flower fields. The clan chief had attempted to slay Kamryn on the spot, Fara had stepped in to save her sister, and then, the two of them had been run out of Toadfen by the cliched mob with torches (but no pitchforks. After all, these were orcs, not farmers). Fara could only assume that Yellow Bone belonged to the clan who had chased them.

      Yellow Bone’s black eyes scanned Fara’s face, searching for deceit. Finding none, she nodded and looked past Fara into the distance. There is a group of humans to the north of here, she said, nodding at the distant trees. What you call the Wolf clan. You might seek shelter with them.

      Fara looked to the north and could indeed see a little mountain with a cluster of caves in its face. She knew the place and had hidden there with Kamryn once before, while fleeing the queen’s knights. The caves were occupied in the spring and summer by the White Wolf clan, a group of roaming human barbarians who drifted from place to place in the wild country. Smoke was rising from the mountain, which meant the clan was indeed there.

      We will go there now, said Fara to the big orc, and again, our thanks.

      Yellow Bone nodded seriously, then turned and stomped into the trees, her mighty spear on her bulging shoulder.

      Are you mad? demanded Salia the second the orc had gone. We can’t go among wild people!

      Fara’s eyes narrowed, still gazing thoughtfully at the distant mountain. Why not? she asked absently.

      Salia goggled. Why not? she repeated incredulously. Because wild people are no better than orcs, that’s why! They eat their children and kidnap women a-and—!

      Fara laughed softly. Where did you hear that?

      Salia hesitated, blushing as she said, My old nurse used to tell tales . . .

      Fara laughed again, the same soft chuckle. "Well, this is no tale, sweet princess. This is

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