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    The Tomb of Azmon: Her First Knight, #9
    The Tomb of Azmon: Her First Knight, #9
    The Tomb of Azmon: Her First Knight, #9
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    The Tomb of Azmon: Her First Knight, #9

    By Ash Gray

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    While traveling to Azmon's tomb, Riona is joined by Sinead -- who has introduced herself as Riona's future wife. Rather than falling for Riona, however, Sinead finds herself in love with Inara. While Riona and Sinead fight for Inara's affections, Ava and Liadan head deep into Wildoras, there to summon the Godga in dragon form and destroy her once and for all. Don't miss the final installment of this lesbian romance series! 

     

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    The horses, seeing the undead rising from the snow, whinnied and bucked, kicking and struggling to get free. Sinead, Gesine, and Lorcan released their horses, allowing them to run away up the snow toward the tomb, and almost as one, the five knights drew their swords. 

    The skeletons kept marching up the snowbank, eyes glowing, hissing with dark laughter. Some still had ropey bits of flesh attached to their graying bones, stringy hair, rotten teeth. Inara felt her skin crawling to look at them. 

    "They're just . . . bones, right?" said Sinead nervously. "We can kill bones!" 

    "Y-Yeah, yeah, just bones," agreed Riona, who also sounded faint with fear. 

    If their lives weren't in danger, Inara would have found it amusing that the two of them were so frightened of walking corpses when they had both slaughtered their way easily through cannibalistic goblins and orcs back in the Shadowlands. Now, for the first time, the two of them were doubting their abilities.  

     

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    "I shant marry her, you know," Riona said after a while. All of her armor pieces had been removed, and now there was only one vambrace left, which Inara was fumbling to unbuckle. 

    "You have to marry her," said Inara, struggling to keep the tears from her voice, keeping her eyes down on her work.  

    "Why?" said Riona at once, speaking through her teeth.  

    "Because it's for the good of your people!" Inara cried in exasperation.  

    "I shall end the curse of Azmon," Riona said darkly, "but my personal life is my own! I shall marry whom I please --" 

    "Riona, don't be rebellious! Your people need this alliance --" 

    "And what about what I need, hmm?" said Riona over her. Losing patience, she ripped the vambrace off her arm and tossed it away, drawing Inara's gaze to her own in the process. She touched Inara's cheek and said softly, "I need you."  

    Inara closed her eyes to hold back tears and tilted her head as Riona's gentle fingers caressed her cheek. 

     

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    Liadan sniffed, and Ava knew she was on the verge of tears. She smoothed her small hands over Liadan's arms to sooth her. The knight had changed out of her armor for the evening and was wearing a tunic and trousers (for Queen Treasa had requested such attire at supper). Ava loved the feel of Liadan's bulging arms behind the sleeves. Her big, beautiful wife, with her wild red hair and beautiful blue eyes. Did she really deserve her?  

    "When we have more daughters," said Liadan, "we mustn't part them, or else they shall grow apart and turn on each other, as Ceana and I turned on each other."  

    Ava paused when she reflected on Liadan's words. "When we have more?" she repeated, amused. "I thought you were afraid to keep having them? I thought you didn't want any more?"  

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    PublisherAsh Gray
    Release dateDec 21, 2022
    ISBN9798215331699
    The Tomb of Azmon: Her First Knight, #9
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    Ash Gray

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

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      The Tomb of Azmon - Ash Gray

      Chapter 1

      Still determined to aid Ava and Liadan in stopping the Godga, Queen Treasa’s knights packed up camp the very next morning. The group split into two: those who would be going to the dragon burial mound in Wildoras and those who would seek out Riona at the tomb of Azmon. Sinead would lead the second group and seemed quite proud that she had been chosen to, Ethne thought. She was dutiful and eager, but only because she was getting her way. For though Sinead had never been formally recognized as a princess, her mother’s family came from royalty and had spoiled her something fierce, Ethne observed. She could always recognize her own.

      That morning as camp broke, and as she kissed her mother goodbye, Sinead seemed excited to go treasure hunting, as if the tomb of Azmon and the quest for the talisman were all some lark. She was so very immature about it that Ethne was reminded painfully of Rowan and smiled to herself as she stood with the others, watching Sinead and her small party depart.

      And there goes the last of my children, said Queen Treasa mournfully. She stood with a wine goblet in hand, looking a little unsteady on her feet, tears in her eyes. She had been drinking a great deal, and Ethne thought of the graves of Rowan and Saoirse with a pang of sadness and guilt.

      Ethne felt sorry for the queen. Treasa had lost three of her children and had just sent the last of them forth on a dangerous quest. And what was worse, Sinead didn’t seem to be taking the quest seriously – remotely. The priestess that was with them, seeing this, had put a blessing over Sinead, but Ethne knew that such blessings only lasted one day and one night.

      Riona will protect Sinead, said Ava confidently to the queen. My daughter is a mighty sorceress, and if they become fast friends as Liadan and Ethne have become, we have nothing to worry about. I have seen the loyalty and sisterhood of knights. I wish that for our children.

      Queen Treasa smiled at Ava’s words. It’s so odd to hear you speaking of ‘our children’ when you are just a babe yourself. It was only yesterday that I did sit you on my knee at that garden party. How time doth fly. So saying, she gestured to her towering bodyguard, and the two of them went to her carriage, which was waiting on the edge of the camp.

      As knights and servants ran back and forth, packing up the camp and saddling horses, Ava, Liadan, Ethne, and Lysa all walked to the closed carriage Queen Treasa had brought especially for them, intent on recruiting them to her cause. The carriage was pulled by two great brown stallions, which snorted on their approach. The driver who sat at the reins was a burly woman who chewed on a blade of grass and winked at them as they came.

      Liadan opened the carriage door, pulled down the step, and lifted Ava easily by the waist, helping her climb in, then the Knight of the Wild ducked inside after her.

      Ethne made a move to help Lysa, but she was irritably rebuffed. Lysa rolled her eyes, elbowed Ethne aside, and climbed inside the carriage on her own, leaping light as a girl over the step. Annoyed, Ethne climbed up after her.

      Ethne and Lysa sat on the seat across from Liadan and Ava, and as the carriage bumped away up the forest path, Ava sighed and rested her head on Liadan’s shoulder. Liadan took Ava’s hand in her own, and thus they sat, both staring out the window at the giant moss-covered trees and bright flowers beyond.

      Lysa likewise stared out the carriage window, and Ethne stared at Lysa, thinking of how wildly she had tasted her the day before. She had thrust her tongue so deeply inside Lysa, and Lysa had wreathed on her back, her little breasts jiggling, and had been helpless to stop Ethne for the pleasure. Overwhelmed, she had climaxed, her little pink sex heaving against Ethne’s mouth, and Ethne was in heaven as the hot moisture rushed against her tongue.

      It was the first time Ethne had dominated Lysa so abruptly, so aggressively, and Lysa had enjoyed every second of it. Even now, she sometimes glanced at Ethne and blushed, as if she were remembering how suddenly her clothes had been pried open, how roughly Ethne’s tongue had thrust inside her. But she was sad as well, and Ethne couldn’t fathom why.

      Perhaps Lysa was realizing what Ethne had realized the night before: they were not well-matched.  Ethne wished Lysa would be her lady. She wanted to lift Lysa up by the waist, carry her, hold doors for her, have Lysa sit on her lap. Instead, Lysa always insisted on doing everything herself and making a great show of rejecting Ethne’s chivalry.

      Ethne wanted to be doted on, she wanted to be strong and protective, she wanted Lysa to kiss her and praise her when she did brave things. She wanted Lysa to fawn over her. She wanted Lysa to need her. She wanted Lysa to submit to her. Instead, Ethne was slowly realizing that things were happening the other way around: Ethne had submitted to Lysa, Ethne was around Lysa’s finger, Ethne was the one who doted and kissed and praised.

      Lysa was, Ethne was finally accepting, a masculine woman, and she was slowly turning Ethne into her feminine lady. Liadan had already joked that before long Ethne would be wearing dresses with little slippers, but Ethne didn’t find it funny at all. She wanted a feminine woman, and Lysa could not fulfill that role. And what was more, Lysa seemed to want a feminine woman for herself. It was half the reason she loved Ava.

      Ethne wished she and Lysa could have been like Saoirse and Rowan: two masculine women utterly devoted and in love. But Ethne wanted a feminine woman . . . and so did Lysa.

      They sat in silence, staring out the carriage windows and watching as the great trees of Wildhold streamed by. A small band of orcs were brave enough to attack their party, and Queen Treasa’s knights made short work of them. Listening to the grunting, clashing blades, and yelling outside, Ethne was glad that she and Liadan didn’t even have to climb out of their carriage to help. For it was over just like that, and then the procession of carriages, wagons, and horses was moving on again.

      Some time around noon, the procession stopped again for a rest. The servants watered the horses, and many of the knights waded into the bushes for a private moment. Liadan and Ava decided to join them, leaving Ethne and Lysa alone in the carriage.

      Lysa continued to stare out the window, her forlorn eyes on Liadan and Ava as they walked hand-in-hand in the sunlight. They were venturing into the trees together, for Ava had to relieve herself and Liadan wished to stand guard over her. Lysa watched them for a time, then said without turning her head to look at Ethne, I’m going to leave soon.

      Ethne had been looking out her own window and her head snapped around. What?

      Lysa’s lip trembled when she took a shaking breath and repeated, I’m going to leave. After we stop the Godga. Queen Treasa offered me a place as one of her ravens.

      Ethne frowned. What? You can’t leave!

      Lysa took another shaky breath. I knew you’d react this way, she said unhappily.

      Ethne scowled. How the hell else am I supposed to act? You’re my lady! You did give me your favor! So saying, Ethne ripped the green kerchief from around her vambrace, showing it to Lysa. Doing so brought tears to Lysa’s eyes, and Ethne was amazed when she burst out crying. The former handmaiden bowed her head and wept bitterly into her hands.

      L-Lysa, Ethne stammered apologetically, I didn’t mean to upset . . . Lysa, I’m sorry. Just tell me why you must go. She reached over and rubbed Lysa’s back.

      Lysa finally lifted her face from her hands, and her brown eyes were shimmering with tears. Oh, Ethne, she said wretchedly. We both know we aren’t a good match!

      Ethne couldn’t find the words to argue. She and Lysa had been at odds since first they met.

      We want different things, went on Lysa. "We always have! I want adventure and treasure! I want to explore and make love to sweet, soft women! And

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