Lady Lexia (Stufe 1) mail warning

Story: Lady Alexia didn’t always carry the “Lady” surname but was a rather normal British woman of lower class who was a Florest. She spent years researching as much as she could learning everything there is to know about breeding flowers along with color theory and arrangement to conjure up beautiful gardens in public spaces and private residence. In time, her admired work drew the attention of more profound eyes and she began working for higher class nobles allowing her both more resources to build her imagination, but even more so her own ranch with a beautiful garden by some local farmland.

This absolute bliss of a life lasted for about 5 years before a broken up England went to war amongst itself, and an opportunist driven France didn’t hesitate and set fourth to conquer as much as they could while England was still in disarray. On top of this, started with those very farmlands she was calling home. News spread very fast that foreign forces were stomping through and burning all agriculture to the ground and Lexia knew that everything she worked for after a life of poverty was soon all gonna come crashing down. The 6’8 woman decided to take action. She dawned her father’s old armor or at least whatever of it she could put on and rallied together with the local farm men.

They were large in numbers and off in the distance came a small troop of soldiers mounted on their horses for what they thought was going to be an easy advancement and surrender of the locals. Instead, they were met with a heroic stand against a passionate group of people that wouldn’t end until one side was completely defeated. The farmers large number advantage brought the fight close and Lexia found herself head to head with the invading forces commander. The woman who never fought before would end up having a prolonged 10 plus minute slug match trading blows slamming their clubs into each others armor until one was left standing. The man grunted with each taken hit, before yelling out and smashing into her making her yelp and moan. He was sturdy and tough but she could tell he was starting to deteriorate. He hit her armor hard causing her to spit out and knock the wind out of her. She replied with the same blow which to her surprise made his legs give out for a second dropping him to a brief knee. Sensing the advantage and fueled by adrenaline she went for one last blow. The man stood up and yelled out a threat, but it was already too late as she used her hips driving from low a hefty hit that smashed right into his helmet, and knocked him out ending the battle right there, over the commanders limp body

From here on it wouldn’t take long for stories of the common woman defeating a commander and she was sought out by the King offering her a position in the barracks with a lifestyle she couldn’t pass up on. She was soon officially Knighted and after 4 short months what now stands as a controversial decision was when the King crowned her as the legions head knight! While many were there for decades training day in and day out striving to climb the latter the new woman was being promoted what felt like everyday and began having authority over those who felt like she was a guest. Jealousy and contempt quickly festered and she knew they were starting to plot against her. Overhearing some whispers, she knew they didn’t simply just want to defeat her, but they wanted to humiliate her, disgrace her, and worse, they wanted to fuck her like the “Slut” they whispered about behind closed doors.
She knew her looks were to her advantage, and knew the men were feigning over her body…

She wore my revealing armor, highlighting her thin waist, big ass, wide hips and huge tits driving her opponents out of their right mind and stepping up to challenge her. Her conditions were to agree to a sexfight in which the loser would be chastised and exiled, and if they won they got to take over as head knight.
If she won, she would gain their estate. The challenges would come in by the dozen, and the tall girl began to clean house~