The bed rocked and Katarinka slammed, her breasts bouncing and jiggling, a line of sweat trailing between them as she went as hard as she could. She could feel another wave of orgasms coming and she girded herself for another intense effort, going faster and harder, rapping the toy at her clit until it was almost bruised with the pressure the pleasure was tearing through her like a whirlwind. She tried to keep quiet, but even an Amazon warrior has limits, "Fucccck," she gasped, "Fuuuckkk."
The maid, Sara, was still shrieking in pleasure from her last climax, "Aaarrrrgghhh, aaaarggghhh."
Sweat pouring down her and panting Katarinka began to slow her thrusts to a steady rhythm. She had the strength to continue, but she had other things to do this night and she was sure that the maid would be more than satisfied with the fucking she'd had. The girl realising that they were reaching the end had slumped forward and was groaning in contentment as Katarinka gave a final few thrusts to cool down, before pulling out and staggering up.
"I feel so bad," murmured Sara, "but really good, a little sore, but that was some banging."
"It was enjoyable," agreed Katarinka. She walked over to her purse and perused it. It had certainly been one of the best fucks she'd had that week and she pulled out one of the larger coins, flicking it to Sara before getting on the bed and lying down.
"Thank you, my lady," the naked serving girl marvelled at the gold coin, before gathering her clothes and heading out. Katarinka remained on the bed until she was sure the young woman wouldn't be returning to collect an errant piece of clothing or retrieve the plates from the supper she had supposedly been delivering before being waylaid by the horny Amazon. Satisfied she wasn't Katarinka was up and sliding into her gear, a leather leotard and skirt which just about covered her woman's weapon. She thought about taking the wooden strap-on off, at ten inches it could be an encumbrance, but some said that an Amazon's strength came from it, a mindless superstition Katarinka knew, their strength came from constant training and practice, but she kept it on. A dagger was slipped into her boot, more as another mascot than because she expected to use it. Finally her calve-length boots, tough but supple.
Ready, she looked out the window of the tower. In the early hours of the morning, not long past midnight, the only people around were a couple of guards and both of them looked like they were happily playing cards next to a lit brazier by the gate. She slowly climbed out of the window and onto the ledge, it was narrower than she'd have preferred and her progress along it was slow. But she had plenty of time, at least if she assumed the guards didn't bother to look up at the tower (and if they did would they see anything in the darkness? She hoped not). Gradually she inched along the edge until, round the corner and over the roof of the hall. It was a nine-foot drop, but easy for an Amazon and she landed like a cat on it.
She jogged across it to the opposite tower; there was a light on in the very top room, Hugh's. That was good, it suggested he was in there and not paying a visit to his wife's (not that Katarinka had thought that likely); there would be a guard outside her door, but that was not the entrance she was planning to take. As she got nearer she upped her speed, running across the roof to give herself a flying leap up against it, her fingers getting a purchase on the ledge, then the rest of her hands and after that, it was easy to pull herself up. She crept along the ledge to the window, hoping Aina had passed the message to her Mama.
She had, the window was unlocked and Katarinka was soon in.
"Who...?" the voice came from the bed, so weak that if Katarinka had not known she wouldn't have recognised it as the same young woman who'd married her daughter Clara near twenty years ago.
"Me, Katarinka," she said and padded over to the bed.
"You...[pant, pant]...came,...Aina...said...you...would..." Yulianna said before lapsing into silence.
There was a small candle by the bed, next to a flint and tinder and Katarinka lit it. It wasn't just the shadows which made the woman in the bed look like she was already dead; whatever she thought of Hugh he was right about the likelihood of Yulianna lasting no more than days, if that. Katarinka sat beside her and took the woman's hand, it was cold and thin, brittle like a stick. "I am here," she said, "You sent a letter, saying I should visit urgently." The message had been vague, if read it could be seen as just a badly worded polite request or a call for immediate help, Katarinka had decided it was the latter and hurried down "Was it the Wedding? An invite?" She wondered whether she had misinterpreted and that was all it was, a chance to see her Granddaughter married, but no that wasn't it or Yulianna would have mentioned it. She repeated the words, "The Wedding? Aina's marriage."
"Yes... no..." the woman on the bed was struggling to talk. So much so that Katarinka had to lean over her. "Witches... death... mark... on... me."
Katarinka breathed in, shocked, though she shouldn't be. She picked up the candle and gently turned over the older woman, light as a feather. Her sharp eyes quickly picked out the bruise, so small it wouldn't be noticed but now she was looking easily the sign of a Witch of the Chaybois, the evil life-sucking worshippers of demonic entity. She turned the woman slowly back, there was nothing she could do now, Yulianna was so weak even if she killed the witch this very night the woman would still die. "Who did it?"
"Hugh..." the woman breathed, witches were always women; though men could be coven members they lacked the magical powers of the females, but she realised she didn't mean Hugh was the witch, but that he had known and probably hired the witch; the Chaybois covens were often more petty- mercenaries and criminal thugs than fervent worshippers. The younger woman (who looked much older) sank back into her pillows, panting as if giving his name had been exhausting. Katarinka held her hand softly and waited for her to speak again and say more. It took a few minutes for Yulianna to regain her strength enough to talk again, "Stop...the...wedding..."
"I will," said Katarinka.
The other woman gripped at her hand, putting all her remaining force into it -- which wasn't much, "She... is...next... death...mark...on...her...inheritance."
For a moment Katarinka almost panicked, was the witch there at the moment, pulling the life out of the teen as she lay in her bed? Then she forced herself to calm down and think, no, she had time. The death mark worked slowly, that was the point, so that those who didn't know thought it was a natural disease or illness, and Aina had been fully fit that evening. Anyway, she needed to live long enough for the wedding... though perhaps not long after. "Who is the witch?" she asked.
