To Trap a Traitor

"The queen is loose!" a voice called from his side. A trio of the Duke's men stared at him, mouths agog. Laughing, Gregor hopped down and launched into a frenzied attack. He loved the way his new body moved! So light and graceful, so fluid and precise! The guards didn't seem to know how to react as he drove them from the top of the gatehouse with his flashing blade.

Triumphant, he looked back to the field. The king's men were rushing to the wall, pushing tall ladders up to the battlements. More than once the duke's men rallied to take back Gregor's positon, and each time he drove them back down the stairs. He would deny Kraith archers on this position if he could! His bosom heaved as he panted, naked, sweaty, and blood splattered. He'd never felt more exhilarated.

"Queen Esonia!" the duke himself rasped as he bounded the stairs. He hadn't had time to don his armor, but instead wore embroidered finery along with a pair of steel gauntlets. He flourished his long, narrow blade.

"The serpent emerges from his hole!" Gregor sneered and saluted, bringing the cross guard of his sword to his beautiful face. "Prepare to die this day!"

"You fight like dervish of the East! No wonder King Alaric is so smitten! But you've killed my men and comprimised my defense. I've never slain a woman, but I swear you've earned it!" The duke's pointed little beard quivered with rage. He lunged, and the fight was on.

Blades met in clash of sparks and steel. Gregor shuddered as the force of Kraith's blows rattled him to his bones. He danced and whirled and parried and thrust, but as fast as he was, the cunning nobleman very nearly matche him, but was a good deal stronger. Gregor swore silently as he dodged a blow that nearly took his pretty head from his slender neck. He'd learned to use his female body to his advantage, but it wasn't enough. It would have been a difficult fight even in his male body!

"And now you die, slut!" Kraith shouted as his sword sent Gregor's spinning over the side of the wall. The knight's small hands just couln't grip it tight enough under the power of those blows. Covered only in sweat, Gregor huddled against the stone ramparts, panting. Damn it all, he wouldn't even get to die as a man! He stared up at the duke defiantly, ready to face his doom.

"Coward!" a deep voice boomed in the warm morning air. "You dare strike at a woman? Your queen?"

"After I kill you, anyway!" Kraith turned to face the newcomer. Hope blossomed in Gregor's breast. It was Tandon! His armor shone in bright sunlight, and with a wordless cry the armored knight sprang toward the duke. There battle was furious, savage, and lasted only moments. The dark nobleman was forced back into the wall, his blade swing to and fro in desperation

"Traitor!" Tandon shouted as he beat the duke's weapon aside and brought his blade down in a powerful, two-handed stroke that split Kraith from his colar bone to the center of his chest. Kraith fell to the stones, blood oozing from his mouth and his mutilated body.

"Tandon!" Gregor cried. He pushed himself up and ran into the handsome knight's arms. "Thank all the Gods! You saved my life!"

"Err, you're welcome, Your Majesty," the big knight said awkwardly the transformed man pushed his very feminine and alluring body close to his.

"I'm not the bloody queen, you great oaf!" Gregor smirked and pushed himself away from the armored man. He wasn't sure why he'd embraced Tandon like that. Or why, when he looked up into the young man's face, he couldn't help but notice how devastatingly gorgeous he was.

"That's right," Tandon laughed and shook his head violently. "We left the real Esonia back in Ironhold! By the Gods Vannagar's magic is powerful indeed! What the devil happened to your clothes?"

"A tale too long to relate in the midst of battle, my friend," Gregor said with a grin. "But if you lend me your cloak, at least the king's men won't stare at me like you're doing right now!"

"Pardon my lady... I mean Gregor!" Tandon blushed and hastily offered his deep blue cloak.

"Thank you! Now hurry up slay all the duke's men. I grow weary of this battle already!" Gregor said wryly.

"Your wish is my command, My Queen!" Tandon chuckled.

***

Gregor stepped lightly into the duke's great hall, more at peace than he'd been in days. His best friend had arrived and eliminated the treacherous Duke Kraith and soon they would return to Ironhold and Vannagar's spells would be lifted from him. He'd had the castle searched for men's clothes that would fit him. It felt distinctly odd to wear leather breeches, boots, and a simple linen shirt again. They certainly felt strange against his supple skin and womanly curves.

"Are you ready to ride, Tan?" he asked cheerfully. He'd pulled his thick brown hair back into a ponytail and donned a huge grin.

"Ride?" Tan looked up from the massive wooden table. His brow was lined with worry as he examined stacks of parchments laid out before him. He smiled when his dark brown eyes met Gregor's blue. "Not for a fortnight, at least, Gregor. The king is making me Duke, if you can believe that! I'm to put the duchy in order before I return. I can have some knights escort you, if you wish."

"Oh," Gregor said, crestfallen. He'd hoped to catch up with Tandon, relate to him what he'd gone through in service of the king. Not all of it, of course. He blushed as he remembered the lusty way he'd sucked the guards' cocks.

"What's wrong?" Tandon asked as he rose quickly. He lay a big hand on Gregor's slim shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. He looked down into Gregor's eyes, concern stamped into his rugged features.

"Oh. Well..." Gregor coughed. "I may be Gregor Dragonsbane on the inside, but..." he gestured to the curves not even his plain, manly clothes could conceal. "I don't particularly fancy a three day ride alone with a bunch of rough knights. Things could... happen. Bad things."

"That never occured to me!" Tandon slapped his forehead. "That was stupid of me. I should have realized! King be damned, I'll escort you myself!"

"No, no!" Gregor protested. He laid his hands on his friend's brawny chest. The blue tabbard was stretched tight over the man's powerful muscles. It wasn't a very masculine gesture, certainly not how he would ever touch the knight, had he been in his own skin. All the same he didn't pull away. His body felt flush and hot, but it seemed natural. "I can't have you abandoning your duties to Good King Alaric. I'll just stay here and, uh, watch your back," he floundered for a good excuse. "Yes, that bastard Kraith must have one or two loyalist about, ready to dirk you when you aren't looking!"

"We can protect each other then," Tandon nodded solemnly, though is mouth twitched with the beginnings of another smile. He really did have such a nice smile. He should do it more often. Gregor sighed as the big man's hands squeezed his shoulders gently.

"Right, well, don't let me keep you from your work, Tandon," Gregor whispered.

"Of course, of course. I better get at it. The sooner I'm done, the sooner I can get you back to the capital and back to your old self," Tandon said.

"Yes, get everything back to normal," Gregor gulped. He turned and nearly ran back up the stairs to the finely appointed chambers he'd commandeered the night after the battle. His maids were waiting for him, clucking disapprovingly at his attire.

"Oh, Majesty! You can't be going out dressed like that!" the older one, Millie, said aghast. Despite Gregor's protests, they had him stripped bare, his hair brushed and a little powder applied to his high cheeks, then dressed back up again in moments. This time they found a rich velvet gown of deepest blue and heeled slippers that made his legs feel leagues long. He could have stopped them of course. He should have stopped them. He just couldn't bring himself to.

***

"We'll ride out in the morning. My work is as done as it's going to be, for now," Tandon said softly. He smiled at Gregor across the broad oak table in the small room they'd taken to using to share their meals. In the light of the blazing hearth, his eyes seemed deep black pools.

"I see," Gregor said breathlessly. He wore a blue silk dress, slashed with cream at the sleeves and cut low to display his generous cleavage. That first night, Tandon hadn't said a word when Gregor had joined him in that velvet gown. His eyes had bulged in surprise, but then he'd smiled. He was beginning to do that more and more, and Gregor's stomach did acrobatics every time. Neither spoke of it, or acknowledged it, but Gregor was beginning to enjoy his new body and all the clothes, shoes, and manners that went along with it. He treated Gregor with all the courtly grace of noble man wooing a charming lady, and the transformed knight loved it.

"A shame, really. You look particularly beautiful tonight," Tandon said, and immediately blushed scarlet. He hid is face behind a goblet of wine.

"Do you really think so, Tandon?" Gregor asked softly. He shivered from head to toe, and watched his friend closely. Another time, he'd have laughed at his friend's sudden shyness. There was really no one in the world he trusted more. Cared for more. They'd long been friends, but with two weeks of the knight breaking bread with him, taking his arm as they walked the castle grounds, of having Tandon open doors for him and pull out his chair, Gregor's feelings had begun to shift.

"By the Gods, it is true. Forgive me for saying so, Gregor. I know you, who you were. Who you are. I should't say such things!" The handsome knight's neck bulged with strain.

"A lady always likes to hear how beautiful she is, Sir Knight," Gregor replied.

"A lady?" Tandon licked his lips nervously, searching Gregor's face.

"I may have been a man, Tandon. But I'm a woman now," Gregor nearly choked on the words as he said them. "A woman in love," he added so softly, that Tandon had to lean over the table to hear.

"Gregor," Tandon closed his eyes. "I didn't know you felt that way about me. I don't know what to say. I don't fancy men. Not that there's anything wrong with that if you do..."

"Oh Tan!" Gregor slid from his chair and swayed across the bear skin rug to her host, the new Duke. "I didn't love you as a man. I'm no poof! But I'm not a man anymore, am I?" he leaned over the table, his breasts nearly spilling out of his gown.

"Gods," Tandon grunted softly and rose to his feet. "Part of you is the same, but much of you is different, as well. I've never met any woman like you, Gregor."

"And you never will," Gregor whispered. "I've never seen you smile like you do at me. As if I make you very happy. I want to make you happy, Tan."

"You do, Greg-" Tandon paused. "I can't keep calling you that!" he chuckled.

"It's a bit manly isn't it?" Gregor giggled. "What do you suggest? Gertrude?"

"Not much better. That sounds like my aged grandmother! How about Greta?" Tandon reached up and gently caressed Gregor's cheek.

"Yes. Call me Greta," the knight replied. Gregor no longer fit. He was no longer that arrogant rooster of a man. She was a woman, through and through.

"Then Greta, I think I love you too," Tandon said. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as gently as a bird as he brought his lips down to hers. Her heart pounded in her chest as their mouths met. He seemed to pour his soul into the kiss, at once passionate and tender. She slipped her tongue into his mouth as he held her. Sucking the guard's cocks had filled her with a kind of perverse pleasure. Kissing Tandon was entirely different. It was romantic, it was sweet, and it filled her heart with joy.

"Take me, Duke Tandon," she whispered into his ear. "Make me yours tonight!"

"As my lady wishes!" Tandon swept her into his arms as if she weighed no more than a child. She laughed in delight, wrapping her arm around his neck and kicking her slippered feet playfully. She felt small and weak in his arms. It was delicious.

Tandon carried her all the way to his massive bedchamber near the top of the castle's tall keep. He kicked the door closed behind them and lay Greta down gently on the huge bed. She watched him in the soft candlelight, appraising his manly body as he quickly stripped for her. She'd seen him naked before, but never as a woman. How could she have failed to see how magnificent he was, with those powerful muscles and big, sensitive hands.

"My, no wonder all the doxies love you so much," she cooed when he stepped out of his tight breeches. His heavy cock, golden tan and topped with a broad, purple head throbbed to life between his toned thighs. It would have made Gregor's cock look like a little boy's, even longer and thicker than the young guardsman's.

"It is all for you now, my sweet," he smiled and knelt before her. She gasped in surprise as he knelt on the floor. He gently pulled off her slippers, kissing each of her tiny toes before his hot lips travelled further up her legs. He pushed the skirts of her dress up as he went, bunching them around her narrow waist as he exposed the frilly panties covering her womanhood.

"I want you so badly, Tan," she cried as she sat up and pulled her dress over her head. Her big breasts bounced free. Pale and round, topped with plump, ripe nipples, she squeezed them together in offering. The knight took that offer, moving up to lick and kiss them. Her body began to tingle as he made gentle love to her bosom.

"You're so beautiful," he mumbled as he kissed his way down her flat belly. With a soft growl, he snatched her panties between his teeth. She giggled and lifted her hips as he pulled back, dragging her last scrap of clothing down her impossibly long legs. When she kicked them free, she spread wide for him, laying back onto the bed.

"Make love to me, Tan. Make me a woman," she whispered urgently. Tan moved over her, and she bit her lip. He loomed over her, big strong and ever so manly. Her small hands caressed his muscled chest. She arched her back, presenting him with her firm tits and pushing her downy sex up toward's his body.

"Never fear, my sweet," he said gently as he rotated his hips. The incredibly fat knob of his cock prodded softly against her sex. "I know you've never had a man."

"Thank you, Tan," Greta blushed as she looked deep into his dark, smoldering eyes.

"Just relax," he urged as he began to push. His blunt cock eased between her delicate lips, spreding them like soft petals of a dewy pink flower. She bit her lip, her brow creasing over her wide blue eyes. She'd used a finger or two on herself, the night before her escape, but those slender digits couldn't compare to the thickness of his huge prick.

"So thick!" she murmured as she felt her lips spread and stretch around his bulbous cockhead. The warmth filling her body intensified to white heat as he entered her. She panted rapidly, and Tandon held himself absolutely still over her. He had such self control! She smiled up at him as the sharp pain quickly faded. She stroked his cheek and nodded.

Tandon pushed further, his huge cock sinking inch by inch into her hot, tight channel. She writhed under him, squealing in delight as she felt her needy, virgin pussy expand to accept him. His cock, as hard and hot as an iron brand, sent waves of deep, tingling pleasure coursing through her body. She wrapped her legs around his, her soft heels digging into the backs of this thighs as he began to rock against her.

"I love you so much, my little Greta," he grunted as he gave his lean hips a little twist. His cock plunged into her like a battering ram, pushing against the very depths of her pussy, forcing her to stretch deep as his heavy, furry balls slapped against her ass.

"Yes!" was all she could manage as she convulsed under him. Her pussy squealched as it squeezed his manhood tight, her juices flooding the shaft and leaking out over his heavy sac. She silently thanked Vannagar and all the Gods in the heavens as orgasm overwhelmed her young body. Cumming as a man, with a penis, had felt wonderful, but it was nothing like this.

Tandon bent to kiss her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth and wrestling hers into quick submission. Pinned under him, impaled by his huge manhood, she'd never felt more vulnerable, or more protected. She held on tight to his beefy shoulders as he began to fuck her in earnest. She came again, then again, and soon lost track of the crecendos of pleasure he gave her as he stretched and filled her virgin pussy with long, powerful strokes.

After what seemed like hours, the man finally broke their passionte kiss. His handsome face contorted into a look of agonized lust as his slammed his body down into hers hard enough to take her breath away. He threw his head back and roared, and his cock jumped inside her. She gasped as his hot seed gushed into her womb. She held him tight, her toes curling into his flesh and her long fingernails scraping his shoulders as he spurt over and over.

"You're amazing," he finally panted.

"No, you are," she giggled and kissed his square chin. "You're ten times the man I ever was," she admitted. "I'm so glad to be your woman."

"You won't miss, certain things?" he chuckled as he rolled beside her. His manly staff stood up straight, still hard and shining with their juices.

"Like having one of those?" she winked at his massive cock.

"I'm quite fond of it," he said with a smirk.

"As you should be, My Duke!" she sighed and rubbed his broad, sweaty chest. "Your cock is the only one I'll ever need. I'm glad mine is gone."

"Truly, my sweet?" he asked, love and concern filling his warm dark eyes.

"Let me show you just how happy I am to be rid of it!" she smiled and kissed her way down his belly. She pulled her long, dark hair over her shoulders before stooping over her and doing her best to swallow his beast of a cock whole. He filled her mouth to the breaking point, his girth straining her jaw and pressing her tongue down against the bottom of her mouth. She could taste her own juices on him, but his thick, salty cum dominated. She loved the taste.

The two made love through the night and into the morning. The last vestiges of maleness within her melted away, and Greta revelled in her womanhood. She sucked his cock, choking herself again and again as she forced him into her hot throat. When he came, she swallowed every drop like a wanton hussy. Tandon returned the favor, not flinching as buried his handsome face between her silken thighs and licked her sopping pussy to a dozen toe-curling orgasms. And then they fucked again.

He took her from behind, holding her hair like reins as he stretched her pussy and slapped her plump, womanly ass. She rode him energetically while he lay back on the bed. He marvelled at her bouncing breasts and perfect body as she showed him just how much she loved taking his cock. He took her into his arms and held her up off the floor as he drilled her against the chamber's rough stone wall. Finally, as the soft gray light of pre-dawn filtered in through the casements, he pushed her back onto the bed, her long legs back against her chest, and slammed her pussy so hard she thought she'd pass out from the sheer joy of it.

"Do you think the King will let us marry, when we return to Ironhold," Tandon asked as he lounged lazily beside her in the golden light of sunrise.

"We just saved his kingdom, why wouldn't he?" she asked, kissing his cheek.

"Of course you're right! You were always cleverer than, I, Greta," he smiled and hugged her close.

"But you're forgetting one thing, my love," she said with an affected pout. She was only just beginning to understand her own feminine wiles, but they worked like sorcery.

"What is that, sweet Greta?" he asked, his voice shaking with concern.

"You have to propose first, you silly man!"