Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Background Part 2
by Mistress Ikarias
January 28th, 2002
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Ikarias stood before the great fireplace, large enough to roast an ox, with which it was currently occupied. Actually more like three-fifths of an ox, chunks having been carved off as the meat cooked. A tired scullery girl turned the spit set with counterweights so that one person could handle the massive beast alone.
The girl brushed back a wisp of sweat-damp, dark hair and looked over at the concealed woman then turned the handle again, wait for the space of a few heartbeats, turn. The shift she wore was too tight for her medium frame, but it was well mended and certainly more modest than anything the working girls did or didn't wear. Her calves were firm, her arms looked strong too. Ikarias liked the way the girl's curves strained at all the right places. She turned and looked at Ikarias again, her brow furrowed as if she was remembering something.
"Greetings friend," a husky voice came at Ikarias' left shoulder. Lady Muen stood tall and elegant in a black leather vest showing her ample cleavage; dark pants were tucked into low boots, her black hair with the slight but startling white wisp at her right temple. "See anything you like?"
Ikarias took out a thick gold coin and pressed it into the warm hand that curved around her waist, "I do indeed." The older woman chuckled as she squeezed.
A glance at the money impressed the madam, her best girls didn't make this much in a week. The type of minting wasn't common but the weight was what mattered, the last time she'd seen such a coin was She knew this woman. "Benna, is the Unicorn suite empty?" Muen called to a passing blonde on the steps, who was wearing nothing but a fresh flowered necklace and a smile.
"No, Mistress, but the Basilisk is."
"Then make ready the bath and the fire, and make sure it's clean, our guest will staying a while." Benna scampered upstairs on her madam's orders, her buttocks bouncing with an enthusiasm appreciated by both women. "Come, have a drink in my study while you wait."
"I recall your finer rooms are named for legendary animals," Ikarias said as she let her hood fall back in the privacy of Muen's room. She took the proffered goblet and took a deep draught of the honey brandy as she scratched her dark bronze short-cropped hair. She leaned against a silk tapestry depicting a group of women interacting in an assortment of interesting ways.
"I like my liquor like my women, sweet and strong. So do you, Half-Dragon, even if you haven't eaten properly, gotten enough sleep or enough... " Muen stepped closer, one thigh between Ikarias' legs. "It's been how long, eight, nine months?" She watched the hazel eyes as she undid the ties of the younger woman's shirt.
"It's been a while. I'm sure I missed your friendly reminders," Ikarias moved her free hand over one side of Muen's ass.
"You're one of my best customers, I just want to show a little appreciation." The madam's firm hand slipped under the cloth over Ikarias' heart. Muen's fingers brushed over the barely raised octagonal scales then teased a nipple into tightness.
Ikarias took the last swallows from the glass and put it down before the rush hit. "You do that wellllllll" her head rolled back as the delicious tingles ran all over.
"In fact I've always wanted to know what a Half-Dragon feels like," Muen pulled Ikarias' belt loose and slipped her other hand down under the younger woman's pants, over her stomach and down.
"I guess--you'll find out--" the young warrior moved to the teasing fingers as Muen slid up and back over her scaled thigh, the madam's wetness evident even through the two layers of cloth.
Ikarias drove down on the long digits buried inside her, Muen's thumb teasing her into a frenzy. The taller woman whispered huskily, grinding on the younger one's leg. "I want to see if you breathe fire, Half-Dragon." She curled her fingers high inside, stroking faster.
"Don't--breathe fire-- " I karias squeezed harder and tighter with both hands on Muen's buttocks as they rocked against the wall.
"Then a moan--will have--to do!" Muen grunted, tripping Ikarias over the edge as she fell with her. Shuddering, their bodies tightly pressed against each other, small urgent sounds mingling with gasps.
"If I had known what a welcome you had in store for me, I'd have swung by here sooner," Ikarias chuckled, pressing her lips lightly to Muen's.
"Remind me to remind you again," Muen smiled. She neatly retied the younger woman's shirt. "Do you want your usual or have you seen something else to your liking?" She poured two more glasses then led the way out through the doors to the gardens and practice area. A thick wall surrounded the whole yard. The size would have been respectable for an army's bivouac. A small orchard overhung the herb section; flowers and assorted vegetables in various stages of growth soaked up the sun. There was a muffle clash of breaking pottery coming from the far side used for weapons practice. Madam Muen encouraged her girls to learn how to protect themselves.
"You're smiling like the cat who fell into the cream," Ikarias noted of her hostess. "What's your secret?" Muen's smile grew broader as they got closer. A well-curved diminutive figure in a wrap of purple silk about her hips and breasts was tossing knives with amazing accuracy. On an old trestle table, a knee-high vase spun about with one handle knocked off by a blade. Half a rotation and the other handle went missing, the vase spinning the other way. A third knife cleanly whacked off the neck and before the remnant could fall, a fourth and fifth blade, shattered the rest. All this was done from forty paces away. Low piles of broken crockery outlined the space of the table.
"Not a what, a who," Muen applauded awkwardly with the glass in her hands. The figure turned and Ikarias noted the look the girl gave the other woman. I'm going to die, pierced through the heart but what a sight to have last in my eyes."
The girl smiled as she came forward, "So who's your new playmate?"
"Ikarias at your--" behave yourself, "command," the half-dragon thought fast, bowing and kissing the hand that didn't hold the very sharp knives.
"Alison wouldn't skewer a paying guest," Muen smiled. "I have taught her better than that. She was with a ragtag troupe of entertainers, so I offered this talented and superb young woman a place to improve her skills. Ikarias is an old friend, Alison. No perforating."
"Yes ma'am." The dark-haired lovely grinned and went up on tiptoe, kissed Muen on the cheek, "And Mistress Muen's been very nice." She took her mistress' glass and sipped from it. She put the rest of the knives on a log upended to serve as a crude stool.
"So who did you have in mind?" Muen looked pointedly at Ikarias, as she held Alison close. They started back to the study.
That means this sweet thing is very much NEVER on the menu; the half-dragon sighed inwardly. But it was good to see Lady Muen in love, and being loved. "The girl working the spit, is she?"
"I'll ask her. Aryn has been with me a few weeks, just walked in off the street. Said she didn't want to start out working right away, but she'd do chores. I told her whenever she wanted to make more money; it was up to her. Actually you're the first one that asked for her."
"Oh, are we still doing the skit tonight?" Alison asked.
"Ah, yes, thank you for reminding me, my dear. I 'm doing the usual intimate dinner, entertainment, and amusement," she told Ikarias. "About twelve ladies including you, Ikarias, if you're not too tired."
"Sounds like a plan, dress up? As if you never had them any other way," the scaled woman smiled.
"The closet is sure to have something to accommodate your uniqueness. After you bathe." Muen wrinkled her nose.
"Yes, mom," Ikarias laughed and drained her glass as they went in.
Muen bent and gave Alison a deep kiss and let her off. "She's--"
"--Incredible, edible and fills your heart." Ikarias finished. "It's about time."
The Madam nodded, still smiling, and opened her door, "Aryn? Call another to keep the meat going."
Yes, mistress," the girl answered. A few moments later she appeared at the door. "What is it mistress? Oh--" She saw the scales and the tall figure. "Oh my, did that hurt?" She reached out a tentative solicitous finger to a jade cheek.
"Uh, no." Ikarias never had this reaction before. The girl's eyes held more than compassion and curiosity. There was something else, something familiar and warm.
"Aryn, this is Ikarias. She saw you and would like to have your company, if you want to." All of Lady Muen's girls had the choice to accept or reject anyone, at any time, for any reason. She ran an honest, respectful house and that was good for business all the way around.
"I--I'd like to, very much. I need a bath first."
"You can share mine," Ikarias offered.
Muen raised an approving eyebrow, "And the closet will have something to finish you off properly. An hour after sunset, the usual. Don't be too late," she admonished Ikarias.
"Right, later " the half-dragon eagerly followed Ayrn up the stairs.
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The End - 'Ikarias' Background' - by Mistress Ikarias
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