**This is chapter one from a new fantasy erotica novel I am working on. Feedback is welcome.**
“Oye… Did you hear that?” The fat watchman said to his skinny companion.
“Hear what?”
Lifting an ear he said, “I could swear I heard a noise coming from the king’s storehouse. It sounded like something crashing,” he added with a tone of certainty.
The two watchmen pushed open the heavy wooden doors and entered into the king’s storehouse to delve into the source of the suspicious sound. Light streamed in from outside, and a vast hoard of weapons and despoiled treasures shone in the streaming Sunlight. Row after row of swords stood on racks, oaken shields were piled as high as a man, mail coats hung from pegs along the walls, and shelves held beautifully crafted vessels from the farthest reaches of the known world.