Naughty First

It was the year of our lord thirteen hundred and twelve anno Domini. I found myself being called up to the musterfield by the blacksmith for whom I worked. He said that the lord had just pledged four score men for the local brigade and I, being the most able bodied man in the village after the pox of thirteen ten, were most assuredly going to be required. I made my way along the overgrown pathways that snaked through the forest, to the musterfield. It was a low mesa at the base of two mountains. It was a very level field, kept this way to make training easy. I took up my sword and squared off with a guy who was waiting for a partner. We engaged in swordplay. There was much parrying and swinging but neither of us yielded. The fight went on for many hours and when others had given up and had begun the lengthy journey home, we were still there, our swords glimmering in the golden rays of the sunset. When he finally was bested by me I offered a hand to help him up and asked who he was. He said he was a travelling tradesman from the town over the hills. I was amazed I had had such trouble downing a tradesman. He told me it was because he had met an old hag one day and while everyone else ignored her he had paid attention. She then transformed into a sexy cute woman. He was shocked because in all his years of dating women he had never come across one so beautiful. She then took him to her bedroom where she pleasured him in ways unknown to man. She then revealed she was an angel sent by god to test the hearts of men to see if they would see the good in people even if they weren't sexy or cute people. He had passed the test and had been gifted physical prowess of immeasurable quality. I was amazed. So I headed off over the hills to this town and found the old hag. I paid her attention and she transformed into a sexy and cute woman too. Astounded, I was led off to the bedroom by her and we had much sex. I woke up the next day and the bedroom was empty. She was gone.