Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents

Aria 'n Chaenz

by Ikarias, Aria, Nessa, & Killian
October 2002
23 Parts

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(Part 1 by Ikarias)

Aria breathed in the heady deep summer scents of the black raspberry bushes, the spiced fern, the whole lushness of the season. She loved these kinds of walks that were total sensory experiences. Chipmunks darting across the fallen tree trunks, a catbird trying out a motley pack of songs borrowed from other birds, the low drone of cicadas.

Her keen ears picked up the minute metallic shirring that was not any part of this landscape. Aria went tense then relaxed as her training kicked in. She walked toward the source, a tall hemlock, thick with branches and addressed the tree.

“The mosquitoes that keen, search for mates, they do not draw blood. So there’s nothing to bother you. It’s when you DON’T hear them…” Aria crossed her arms and smiled as she looked up.

A soft murmuring of branches; no more than for a squirrel’s meandering came to her. A long lean form in close fitting mottled silk of gold, jade, and sepia to blend with the shadows, flowed about the trunk and branches like a serpent.

A tall golden-skinned woman stood on the ground shaking her head. Tiny golden chains, a dozen from the same number of piercings in each ear made the metallic shirring. She was just as Aria remembered her, eyes very pale like the thinnest smoke, black hair cut in a close fitting cap, cheekbones angled and austere like a dragonfly’s wing. Lips meant for…

This was the assassin’s assassin, Chaenz, her teacher, mentor, and occasional lover. The hallmark earrings were more than a symbol; the fact that Aria heard them meant a small safety. The dark woman could move so carefully that she made no sound, a bit of hubris that was well and truly earned.

“Don’t I get a hug from my favorite student?” The low tones still sent a frisson dripping over Aria’s backbone.

“First things first. You don’t have any pins, darts, thorns, needles, stingers secreted away?”

Chaenz shook her head in the negative as Aria looked her up and down.

“The fabric of your clothing hasn’t been coated with powder, liquid, paste, gel or hung in smoke, all of which would activate a poison to the one who hugs you?” Aria inhaled slowly, getting no scent of danger.

A wry laugh came from the dark woman, “Two for two, no.”

“Nothing in your skin or nails that you’ve taken antidote for but would be an inconvenience to any one else?”

“Nothing but a boot knife. And a stray pinecone.” Chaenz took a small pod out where it had lodged in the back of her hair and flung it sharply at a passing squirrel.

It struck well and true on the grey rump and set the rodent to chattering angrily as it zoomed up a tree.

“Now they’ll all be after my hide,” the dark woman smiled, “business as usual.”

Aria walked up to the tall figure, “Then hello!” She laughed and was embraced in return.

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(Part 2 by Aria) --

Aria slipped cautiously into the arms of her past.

Immediately her senses were inundated with memories of her life before she found the safety of the Lodge and the protection of her sisters.

“You’ve grown softer, little one.”

“The need to stay so hard does not exist for me here.”

Chaenz released her protégé and stepped back. Aria quickly noted something behind the gladness. She wondered what it was she was seeing in the eyes of the woman who taught her to properly love a woman and then kill her, if deemed necessary.

Keeping her trepidation at bay, she asked, “How long do we have the pleasure of your company, my dear Chaenz?”

“That depends on how welcome you make me feel”, the tall warrior crooned as she reached for Aria.

On pure instinct alone Aria pulled back, taking a slightly defensive stance.

Chaenz’ lips curled into a snarl, “Oh Aria, you wound me," she said with a hint of mock innocence. "That is all in the past, my sweet, I have long forgiven you for your…. indiscretion, shall we say.”

“Very magnanimous of you, considering your talents for revenge” Aria said her senses flooding with the memories of her earlier training and passionate sex at the hands of this one time mentor.

Chaenz reached for her with the dexterous momentum she was known for. “Show me to your personal space, we have much to catch up on, my little assassin.” Then she slipped her arm around the waist of the smaller woman ensuring that Aria understood her lack of options in this situation.

Aria wanted to bolt, run back to the safety and familiarity of her sisters, but her pride would only allow her to be led away by the taller of the two…

Trying to act as blasé as possible she felt Chaenz‘ grip tighten around her waist, as they headed to a place where they would be… alone.

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(Part 3 by Ikarias) --

Ikarias came inside for a cool drink after splitting logs for firewood. All the lodgers took turns in that as their skills allowed. A cord of wood per person per month during the winter, roughly. That took in cooking and individual rooms. The lodge was designed to vent the warmed air from all the fireplaces while aiding the smoke to leave. It was best to do the chopping in the cool mornings, too many biting insects in the evening. Besides too many other pleasurable sweaty activities happened then.

The half-dragon couldn’t wait ‘til the grinding stone was repaired, more to the point, it was the kickstand on the bench that was royally screwed, and the bottom gear needed replacing too. Sometimes she didn’t know her own strength. She sighed, picked up the axe and the large whetstone and tried to knock off the worst of the burrs. During her chore, Ikarias stuck to water rather than a cool ale. She liked having all her parts in one piece without any superfluous dents, thank you very much.

The breeze through the open window was soothing, the main room was mildly busy, warriors and wenches in and out according to their whims. Take a sip, a few drops of oil on the stone and stroke. If nothing else it was good practice for later, the half-dragon grinned to herself.

Aria came in--with a tree? Ikarias focused and saw the blonde with a tall drink of water in close fitting colored silk. The strange woman’s dark glossy hair was cut close. She wasn’t from around here, though her arm around the ex-assassin was both proprietary and familiar. The clothing looked like she’d cut it from the leaves, she’d just about vanish if she went into the woods.

Ikarias stopped mid-stoke, cussed and licked the blood from her thumb. Time to concentrate on the task at hand. If Aria needed help, she’d be there and cut this dryad-wannabe into kindling. And if the tall woman wanted to rehash old times with the blonde, well, the half-dragon hope the windows were left open. She loved the sound of women enjoying themselves.

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(Part 4 by Ikarias, Killian & Aria) --

Chaenz kept her tight grip on Aria's waist as they went to Aria’s spacious suite. The dark woman steered the blonde to the couch in front of the fireplace. The black panther rug, and pale deerskin sofa made Chaenz remember her own flaying from another time.

The most powerful sorceress in the twenty kingdoms, Firenzia wore smoke the way other women wore robes. It moved revealing and concealing, here transparent, there translucent. Grey blurred into ivory, old pine turned into indigo, deep wine bled sunset coral, the colors kept shifting. Slow and varied meant calmness, when the smoke moved quick and dark like a maelstrom, few survived to tell of those times. Firenzia looked very young with pale almond-shaped eyes, hair like copper, shifting light and dark. Whispers gauged her age anywhere between a dozen centuries and half of eternity.

“The mission—“ And Chaenz ceased to speak, an invisible hand squeezed her throat. Her hand dropped the heavy bag of jewels and gold fell to the floor. Firenzia had hired Chaenz, who, due to a bloody assassin-scheduling snafu, had passed the job on to Aria, who failed.

“Failed. Did you not think I would know? Oh the commission is yours. As will be other less pleasant payment.”

Chaenz stood in the Sorceress’ tower, better to deliver the ill news than to run from daemons know what horrors. It was client-assassin privilege and she had not the resources to oppose the slight woman. The contract had been assigned to her best student, through intermediaries. Aria had failed in her hand me down mission to kill the half dragon. The Sorceress was already pretty pissed off that she couldn't use her impressive powers to off the 'pain in her side,' half dragon. Something about those damn scales kept Ikarias safe from her lethal efforts.

While Firenzia enjoyed the direct kill, sometimes being circumspect and leaving the housekeeping to mundane hands worked just as well.

“The high priestess of Nine Tongues and One Tear died well.” The sorceress’ carmine lips made a small smile of condescension as she held up a wide flat stone attached to a chain about her neck. She stepped close to Chaenz and whispered,

“Lie thee in secluded glade
And sing for serpents tongue
Wrap they about thy form so lithe
To coil fast and faster
Then sing them home as they depart.
Upon thy heart it shall rest
The ancient glams stone
Smooth yet scaled, this egg of earth
Of colors red, green, blue, brown and gold
Reflects the serpents skin
So cast ye spell of death
Give life to waxen form
And gaze on time unfettered
By nature’s seasoned cycle.”

***

Dressed as a mendicant, gaunt after a week’s fasting, Chaenz entered the temple, and was welcomed as a penitent. The new young high priestess held views not in alignment with Firenzia’s plans. She had to ‘retire’.

“ ‘All acts of loving joy are mine,’ quoth the Goddess.” Chaenz bowed to the attractive young woman. Lithalla’s head was shaven, according to her caste and station, but she was blessed with a poise of a nymph and the looks of one of the ancient stone empresses.

It didn’t take Chaenz long to make her way to Lithalla’s bed. The slick rosewood phallus lunged and retreated drawing gasps from the high priestess as Chaenz lay between her legs nibbling slowly on her engorged clit.

“Say hello to your goddess for me,” Chaenz whispered. “You’re a pretty decent fuck.”

Lithalla’s eyes snapped open, her hips stopped pumping too late for the orgasm. A click came from the thick toy in her as Chaenz twisted the base. She felt a long coldness as the telescoping blade emerged slamming through half a dozen organs before poking a hole the size of her thumb in her heart. She didn’t hear the second click as the blade retreated and Chaenz sighed out her own satisfaction.

***

“That’s the only reason I’m not going to kill you.” The sorceress stepped back.

Firenzia had no trouble using her powers on the elegant assassin. Chaenz cringed at the recollection of feeling spikes being driven into her head. She had been stripped by unseen claws, flung back and tied by invisible bindings spread eagle on the Sorceress' panther rug, then flayed with a whip of emerald fire. Or so it felt. Every flicker of the sorceress’ hand drew half a dozen more tongues of lightning across her flesh. Chaenz didn’t want to scream, although it would have been a mercy if she could. The vise-grip was still close about her throat.

Chaenz' grip on Aria tightened as the burning memory overtook her. Aria knew something was happening, but her old flame and mentor had been known to have occasional fits of the mind, so Aria stayed still and quiet so as not to rattle Chaenz.

"If you fail again, assassin, what I am doing to you will be mild compared to the pleasantries I will visit upon your person," Firenzia hissed as the whip cut deep into burning flesh. The smoke robe blurred about her in a bloody cloud.

Jagged glass filled the belly of the Sorceress' victim. Chaenz grit her teeth and took it, not crying out, but failing to stop a deep moan from escaping her lips. She was responsible for this, even though it was Aria who failed. She would take care of Aria the next time they would meet, but now, the assassin had to endure the sizable wrath of her employer.

(Was the gold purse worth this beating? She could buy a medium-sized kingdom and retire with ease, Chaenz thought as the glass gouged inside her abdomen. I will not throw up, she promised to herself. I will think instead of how I will repay my protégé for this.)

The first whipping continued until she passed out. The spikes in her head did not let up until three days later, as was the same for her insides. All the while the Sorceress kept her bound and spread open upon the rug. Over and over for the three days she was in turns raped, whipped, and made to endure the volatile ravings of Firenzia.

A spear of moonlight on her face woke Chaenz from her unconsciousness. The sorceress looked innocent in profile, a rustic shepherdess or milkmaid, then she turned and her eyes were completely dark, pulsing like oil or black blood. She snapped her fingers and SOMETHING came into being. It was huge, scales, talons, fangs, horns and tentacles. It cringed, trying to get away from the slight figure of the magic-wielder.

Chaenz saw that it stood in a circle of wet blood and she was in another greater circle, still on the panther-skin. The two circles touched but did not overlap.

“There are some things that even daemons are afraid of,” Firenzia informed the dark-haired woman.

“You may play with her, but if you break her…” The sorceress addressed the beast, shaking her finger as if at a recalcitrant child. The massive head nodded rapidly, ligaments popping in its hurry to agree. Firenzia made a mark in the air and said a word that was a hiss. A handspan where the two circles touched disappeared, making them an open figure eight.

Now Chaenz could scream. It didn’t help.

She was finally turned loose on the third day, and reminded that if this time she failed, she had no place to run, and no place to hide. She left the Sorceress' palace unscathed physically, but scarred forever, just the same. She vowed at that time to never give a job away again, and made an oath to herself to find Aria, and make a lasting impression on her.

Chaenz found herself sitting on the couch, clutching a drink, staring wild-eyed into the fire, with Aria sitting quietly next to her, waiting for the next step in their reunion to happen to her.

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(Part 5 by Aria) --

Aria stopped being grateful her first moment of quiet since the behemoth emerged from the forest once she felt Chaenz’ grip tighten and pull her even closer. Aria had spent enough time with this woman to know that she was in deep thought and just recalled a painful part of this particular memory.

Her mind raced, “Think… damn it - Aria, think… did Chaenz spot Ikarias on the way to the common area?” Aria knew that wretched dragon had not squandered her opportunity; no, she had made eye contact with Aria immediately.

Aria’s thoughts drifted back to that night… the night, when instead of killing the half dragon as ordered, she choose to share the bed, the perversions and the passion of this magnificent albeit scaled woman. Though they entered that magical room as strangers, they left that room committed to each other for life.

Aria remembered speaking to Chaenz about some inane topic in hopes of diverting her mentor’s attention away from her half dragon. At this point, she could only hope it worked. The very last thing either of them needed was the wrath of Chaenz bearing down on them. Ikarias’ pride and penchant for battle screamed trouble in young Aria’s mind. Aria was not sure her close friend would survive this battle unscathed.

"Maybe I am over-reacting,” Aria told herself. “That was a long time ago,” she mused. Chaenz, though generally a nightmare when angry, so far just seemed glad to see her.

“So how long are you able to stay, dear friend?” Aria asked hoping to find the impetus behind this unwelcome visit.

“Aria, why are you so anxious to have me leave, when I have only just arrived?” Chaenz asked without a trace of sincerity in her voice.

Before Aria could even some up with a suitable lie, she felt Chaenz’ grip firmly around her chin and heard her say, “Which one of these puny women claims you?”

“No one,” said Aria, wishing her voice had more of the conviction she was famous for.

“Ah, then I have you all to myself for the duration of my stay.” Chaenz mused while she took a second to survey the women scattered about the Lodge. “Just as well, I never did share very well.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Ikarias carrying her bounty of wood into the kitchen. Aria lunged at the tall woman, grabbed her muscular face, kissing her hard, and just long enough for Iky to make it safely into the kitchen.
“Let us go to my room, where we can find some privacy,” she said, regretting the words before her sentence was even complete.

"Girl, you have forgotten yourself here in the safety of these women. It is not you that asks me…”

Aria felt that familiar fear grow in the pit of the stomach. It was generally marked the beginning of something Aria had to suffer through. Trying her best to act as she had been taught, rolling her eyes she begrudgingly lowered her head ever so slightly in deference and waited for the next command.

Chaenz humored by this small act of submission from Aria, chuckled deep in her throat and said, ”Good girl…now -- we go.”

Aria nodded, sucked in her breath and led the way to a place where they had not been in years… alone.

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(Part 6 by Ikarias) --

“Aria, Aria, Aria…” Chaenz shook her head as they entered the blonde’s room. She closed the door and leaned on it, crossing her arms.

Aria knew Chaenz’ visit would not be pleasant. Her mentor would chastise her, will she nil she. All of Aria’s best interests lay in accepting whatever daemon-possessed fit work its way out of Chaenz through her. The alternative was not to be thought of.  In times of wrath, Chaenz could forget about little inconsequentials like faultless bystanders and leave a not-to-shabby body count.

“I raised you to be a professional, an elite, to use your wits, your instincts and your body to accomplish small but meaningful tasks.” Chaenz spoke in chipped sharp tones. “I know you enjoyed your work. Many satisfied clients resulted from your work.”

And many grieving friends and family, Aria thought, her face showing no expression. A small part of her mind wondered why she never saw her ‘work’ so clearly as now—simple murder. Not defending someone she loved or an innocent. Those she slew were no worse and often better than those who placed the order. Young and without a conscience, then it didn’t matter. Then too, without love, nothing mattered. Here she would gladly fight and gladly die for any of her sistern. Living with this love and acceptance was a blessing she never knew she lacked. Now there was nothing more important.

“What’s on your mind Chaenz? What burr is up your—“

SMACK!

Aria lay sprawled across the floor, a large red handprint outlined on her face.

“You stupid little child.” Chaenz’ snapped, standing over the blonde. “This better be the last time you disappoint me. I gave you a purpose, I gave you training, education, a home, love, anything you wanted, and all you had to do was a simple task. You could even have a bit of fun. The rede of our profession, what is it?”

The last time… That meant that Chaenz wouldn’t kill her. Aria could put up with whatever happened. That was a small relief to keep her steady.

“Client, assassin, target. If the target is not eliminated then the client must be or the assassin will be,” Aria looked up, reciting. “Sometimes the client will take back the fee if the—aaaaahhhhhh!”

Chaenz’ foot struck hard in Aria’s stomach driving the breath from her. The room tilted and greyed out. She struggled to fill her lungs and found herself with her wrists bound and over her head, a rope taut to the ceiling beam. Her ankles were wide apart, feet tied down. Chaenz was ripping off the last of her clothing.

“By all means, call for help,” the dark woman sneered. “I have no qualms about doing a bit of freelance work.”

Aria swallowed and stayed silent. She would not let any of her kindred come to harm. She knew Chaenz had never acknowledged the concept of a ‘fair fight’. She was not ready to see Lady Alison, Klancy, Lord Nessa, Killian, Iky and the rest laid out in their own blood. No. She could stand a little discomfort.

“You were supposed to do away with that blasted half-dragon spawn. Instead you let your cunt do the thinking for you. Not wise, little Aria. Not wise at all.” Chaenz turned away to a long narrow bag on a table. Aria didn’t recognize it. The dark woman turned with a long wand of bamboo split into quarters for the last third of its length.

Chaenz slammed the split ends hard on Aria’s open sex.

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(Part 7 by Ikarias, Aria, & Killian) --

Killian sat quietly by the fire with Kirby. The precious furry diva was sprawled out on her back, allowing Killy great access to give a thorough tummy rub. The little dog was currently whimpering, Killian had stopped her scritching watching the stranger grip Lady Aria by the arm and whisk her up the stairs. Killian had caught the eyes of her dear friend and saw in them, a look she didn't like. Aria was covering something. Killian was sure she was in danger, but no one else had made a move to stop the interloper from taking the blonde away from the safety of her sisters.

The lass resumed her belly rub for Kirby, but she couldn't get the feeling of dis-ease out of her gut. Finally, she decided that more information was in order if she was to get a Warrior to listen to her fears long enough to take action.

Killian slipped out the back of the Lodge, around the lush flowerbeds she had just deadheaded this afternoon, and came to stand under Aria's balcony. She noticed that a window was open right next to the tall trellis for the full tea rose bush that was dutifully climbing to the sky. The lass looked around to see if she was alone. Finding that she was, she scrambled quietly up the trellis. Killian was quiet adept at this, having had to sneak in to her own room unseen on many occasions, (as well as sneaking into others rooms, unseen perhaps initially but hardly unwanted.)

At the window, she peered in. She was aghast to see Aria curled in a ball on the floor being kicked by the devil of a woman. Killian nearly screamed right there, then she heard the words of the dark bitch:

"By all means, call for help, I have no qualms about doing a bit of freelance work.”

Killian bit her tongue to keep from yelling out. As the metallic taste of blood made its way into her mouth, she decided she was on her own in saving Aria. She hoped the others would notice the discord and come up, but for Killian, there was no time to waste.

The stealthy sub slipped into the room while the banshee's back was to her as she tied Aria up. Her friend didn't see her through either the pain or the distraction.

A two prong silver candelabra was the only thing Killian could see as a weapon. She grabbed it and slipped behind Aria's dressing curtain just as the bitch was turning to retrieve something from her bag.

Killian nearly shrieked with fear as she saw the horrible object in the tall woman’s hand. The lass ran from her hiding place and bashed at the head of the interloper just as she rammed the split bamboo onto Aria's clit.

Aria screamed as the bamboo fell hard on her center. The dark woman staggered backwards, nearly falling on top of Killian. Blood poured from the head wound, but the crazy bitch didn't fall.

She whirled around to face Killian, as Aria shouted, "NO--!!"

“Silence!” Chaenz hissed and Aria was quiet.

Scarlet drops arced in slow motion from the gash in Chaenz’ temple. Though that couldn’t be right, Aria thought fuzzily as her legs tried to close to protect her abused flesh. The dark assassin’s hand came down on end, like blades of flesh at the juncture of Killian’s neck, and the girl dropped. Aria saw the look on Chaenz’ face switch and she breathed again as the woman gagged and bound Killian, ropes about ankles and wrists suspending her like a side of mutton from the corner beam.

“She’s hardly worth killing. Though if I had the time…” Chaenz’ expression was far from reassuring. She poured water from the pitcher into a cup and threw it on the sub’s face.

Killian tried to shake water from her eyes, not an easy thing to do while dangling like a silkworm with much less grace. Her skirt hardly covered her decently any more.

“Did you think to stop a Prime Assassin with a candlestick?” Chaenz cracked the bamboo hard on Kil’s ass, the sharp ends slapping like many biting teeth. “I should beat you ‘til you’re dead for that impudence.” Thrice more the divided reed hit hard, tearing the thin skin of Killian’s ass. Tears and choked muffled protests came faintly from behind the gag.

Chaenz turned to Aria and struck each breast in turn. “Did you come here because these ‘good’ folk are stupid? You must have. That they couldn’t see through your obvious poor play of a woman seeking asylum reeks of idiocy.”

“They’re not stupid, they’re loving, caring—“ and a second pair of hits struck across Aria’s nipples, ones that drew blood stopping her defense of the Lodgers.

“Let me tell you about your ‘sweet Aria’,“ Chaenz turned to the trussed sub. “She fucks and she flays, she sucks and she slays. Many know her as the White Widow for leaving so many dead after tumultuous sex. It’s just a part of her repertoire, nothing personal and hardly, ‘loving and caring’. Nothing like a roll in the hay to distract the target then a blade under the base of the skull or poison through the lips gasping from orgasm. She followed orders like a good little killer, even those quite young. A princeling of seven ‘drowned’ while under the watchful eye of his nursemaid. She thought she had fallen asleep but it was a dart from our Aria which put her in sleep, and the prince gurgled his life away in the fishpond. Didn’t she end up being executed in a particularly unhealthy fashion in the public square for being remiss in her duties?”

Aria cringed visible at that memory. Not only those she slew had suffered but so many others as well, blamed for her success in her vocation.

“Then there were the twin daughters of the High Judge who deigned not to rule favorable in my causes. The hunting accident with the dogs was particularly creative of Aria. The Judge reversed all her decisions and took her own life in grief. I believe the girls were unable to be identified individually, because very little was left uneaten. An odd number of feet and hands and I think an ear or two were left.”

Aria felt violently ill at that. All she had done was place a scent on the girls clothing. She couldn’t tell what kind it was; certainly not something the dogs loathed and would decimate if they found it.

“Essence of fox urine, Aria. I hope you will remember that for further reference. Care to feel this again?” Chaenz’ asked rhetorically as she did an underhand snap against Killian’s center, only slightly more protected than Aria’s by virtue of the tied position.

“We need to retire to a less traveled place and continue our discussion of your failings, Aria.” Chaenz wiped the blood from her head onto Killian’s cheek, then cut Aria free. “It’s been a pleasure.” She struck at the base of Killian’s head knocking her unconscious.

She dragged Aria to the window and the tree so close outside. “Unless you want me to come back and see how many pieces I can cut her into, you’ll come quietly.”

Aria had no choice.

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(Part 8 by Aria) --

The last thing Aria did before she was pulled through her window was to look at the crumbled woman on her floor. Her heart shattered as she whispered to her friend, “Of all people to come and help me… by the Gods, Killy, what were you thinking?"

"I'll love you forever my pea-pod," she said. If she lived through this, Aria would first scold her best friend for her foolishness and then she would hug her for her heart and bravery.

Once on the ground, Chaenz led Aria through the courtyard by way of her arm again. Though they ran into several of her sisters on the way, Chaenz never relaxed her vice grip on the smaller woman.

Aria spied Lord Nessa and Ikarias walking towards them the same time Chaenz did. Mustering every bit of resolve she could, Aria smiled lightly, winked casually at her close friends and walked pass them knowing that it may be the last time she'd see them. She felt instantly sick to her stomach and very much alone. Nevertheless, she let them pass because she could do no other. This was not their problem; not their fight.

How does one explain “murder for money” to decent people? They would never know the tears she had shed. The countless hours she spent praying to any God that would listen, hoping for forgiveness. She closed her eyes against the tears and said a silent prayer that they would find not find her brave little Killian until she and Chaenz were well off the grounds.

Once inside the stables Chaenz spit out, “Make me understand, what do you see in these women anyway, tell me what is the power they have over you?”

“Nothing you would understand!” Aria said through gritted teeth as she pulled her arm free from the steel like grip. Rubbing her arm, she said, “When I came here, it took me a year just to wash your stink off of me and even longer for me to trust anyone.”

Feeling she had little to lose at this point, she made no attempt to control her temper. “Another thing… if any serious harm comes to Killian or any of my sisters, I will come after you myself and Chaenz do not doubt my abilities… I did not allow that dragon to escape by accident, my arrogant friend.

“I saw a better opportunity, one that could lead me away from that life, those wretched people and most importantly - - you.”

“What are you saying to me woman, you deliberately let her go?” Chaenz asked incredulously.

“No Chaenz, first I let her fuck my brains out for five glorious days…. And then I let her go.”

SMACK!

Aria felt a trickle of blood run from the corner of her mouth. She licked it quickly with her tongue, regained her footing, stuck her chin out and said, “Come on, Chaenz after all those months with you, was I not entitled to one decent orgasm... any orgasm for that matter?”

The last thing Aria remembered was a wall of pure rage coming at her, fast…then everything went black.

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(Part 9 by Ikarias) --

The half-dragon walked by Nessa. The Celt had for herself a silly smile, a smile that none other would dare call silly to the warrior’s face but which Ikarias had no trouble identifying. Those silly smiles had appeared more frequently as the Celt and a certain Squirt, a.k.a. Killian ‘what-me-a-troublemaker’ had gotten exceedingly close. Something Nessa obviously needed as did said Squirt. They made an adorable couple. Something else never to be said to the Celt’s face but kept in a warm heart knowing it was all to the truth and all to the good.

The insouciant demi-dragon had worn a few like expressions.

Then that lanky stranger in the assorted green-moldy colors walked by with Aria. The petite blonde smiled and nodded and that was about as sincere as a vixen’s grin. Ikarias had no trouble with foxes being prevaricators and misleaders of the best order but she knew Aria’s expression was a ruse. Her troubled eyes were a sure giveaway.

She’d brought the sickly dryad-imitator. . . what had she called her? Chaenz? Up to her rooms, then sometime later Killy disappeared. Curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back. Funny how no matter how many times the Squirt got into trouble she ended up with a tanned ass and an ear to ear grin.

Chaenz didn’t smell right either. Not in the way of too few baths, too much garlic, or an excess of flatulence but in a bad chi way. Like something buried haphazardly and rotting, the stench exposing a horror and a great sadness. Ikarias had a suspicion that the lean woman had shared a considerable past with Aria.

The half-dragon never shared the confidence concerning Aria’s former occupation. She hadn’t killed Ikarias and the scaled-woman was sure it had been a setup gone off on a new tangent. There’s all sorts of people who kill for many reasons. Sometimes it’s survival, sometimes it’s a game, accidents happen and bad choices. . . In her half-breed soul, Ikarias knew Aria didn’t do it because she liked dealing death. The woman was a lover of life. If she ever chose to share her past with any of the lodgers, that would be her choice. Right now her little blonde friend was with a very bad person, probably not the worst person, new horrors always eclipsed the old, but certainly Chaenz meant no good. Time to see what was up. Aria may not have asked for her help but she owed the blonde her life, and Ikarias would hate to lose such an incredible roll in the hay.

* * *

Chaenz had let Aria throw on a loose tunic before exiting her bedroom. Too bad she couldn’t have brought that obnoxious little twit along to show Aria the finer points of crossing the wrong woman. She could always go back. Cut little slices into the soft breasts and ass, pour in salt and watch the girl writhe, begging with her eyes since her tongue would be lying quietly in a glass of brandy. Place a hot poker on each nipple and between her legs. Perhaps Chaenz would add ‘Torturer’ to her curriculum vitae. Assassination was such a finality; she rarely got to enjoy herself. Gods and daemons knew Firenzia would appreciate pain-letting. The sorceress seemed to feed off it. Compared to her, Chaenz looked like an amateur.

“Come on, Chaenz after all those months with you, was I not entitled to one decent orgasm... any orgasm for that matter?”

And with that remark Chaenz had struck Aria knocking her out cold.

She had to quit doing that. Unconsciousness was not a receptive state for learning, and Aria was going to learn quite a lot. Pride could not interfere with the mission and beside the little cunt had multiple explosive climaxes under Chaenz’ affect. Aria had become a lousy liar in the past year.

Chaenz threw the blonde over her shoulder and jogged deep into the forest to the abandoned crofter’s hut. She’d made it her quarters while getting the lay of the lodge and its inhabitants over the past two weeks. She still felt twinges from the sorceress’ admonitions, deeper when she seemed to stray. She’d gotten into the habit of addressing the spasms hoping Firenzia could hear with whatever hell-spawned talents and lay off. Fine work require fine-tuning, as did adequate preparation and reminders. It worked as far as the sub-dermal hints and cramps went. Chaenz still felt that the sorceress was watching, perhaps even there, invisible. She hated people looking over her shoulder but quibbling was out of the question.

She dropped the bag and stripped the girl, then suspended Aria by the leather belt about her hips, face up, with wrists and ankles secured. Spread-eagle midair, her eyes still shut, the blonde looked rather innocent. Time to remind Aria she was far from that.

Here the teacher could test the student, find her worthy again and send her on her way. Aria’s protests would never be heard. The hut was so overgrown with moss and vines it hardly looked like any sort of dwelling anymore. The undergrowth and surrounding thicket was easy enough to bend into a hidden egress. Loam and rocks never showed a footprint.

Chaenz poured rainwater from a dipper over the girl’s face and watched her awaken.

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(Part 10 by Lord Nessa) --

Nessa sat bent over a harness that was broken at the bit. She was hoping to be able to fit a new bit on it but had to get the leather unattached from the mangled metal that was what was left of the old bit. She was intent on this task when she heard Killian’s mare, Flame snickering and kicking at the stall. The warrior lay her work on the bench and stood tall. She was ready for a break from the frustrating task. She walked to the stall where the Friesian mare was fidgeting. “What is it girl? Have ye got a burr in your hoof?”

The black mare tossed her head as if in answer. She let out a loud whinny and kicked at the stall door again. Nessa knew there was a real problem now. She entered the stall and checked Flame over. “What is it?” she repeated. The answer was the same… one agitated black Friesian.

Nessa drew close to the stamping mare. She spoke softly as she slid an arm up around the muscled neck and lay her face softly against Flame’s shoulder. The mare quieted. Nessa closed her eyes. She felt the Friesian breathing. She heard the strong heartbeat. Something close to panic thumped into the Celt.

The warrior recalled her time with the horsewomen on the Isle of Shadow. The head trainer used to say that a horse had a direct link, mind and soul, with the one who loved it best. Nessa knew well that it was Killian this mare loved best. The beautiful horse was reacting to something happening or that had happened already to the lass!

Nessa pulled away with as much calm as she could muster and left the stables. Killian was in trouble! The Celt broke into a run toward the Lodge. That was where Killian was when she saw her earlier.

Killian woke from the stupor she was in, then wished she could lose consciousness again when she realized her predicament. Hands and feet bound together, the lass hung from a solid rafter. She felt herself swaying gently. A headache of titan proportions pounded. Her extremities were numb. She remembered Aria and felt a rush of chilling terror at what may be happening to her friend at the hands of that hideous bitch.

The sub couldn’t move from the swaying place she was trussed in and she couldn’t scream through the gag. Caitlin told her once that she knew more than she knew she knew. Nessa told her she had a special talent for seeing and communicating with her mind. Since she had no other recourse, Killian decided to test the “gift” the two warriors believed her to have.

Closing her eyes, Killian focused thought on the stables where she knew the Celt was working. She envisioned it. There was Nessa… and Tuttle… and Flame, her beautiful black mare! She saw and felt the immediate effect her thought was having on the mare. She saw Nessa’s strong arm go up around that black horse. She saw and felt the warrior getting the truth. Now… if she could hold on to Nessa’s mind and guide her here. On and on she watched the Celt moving. Powerful legs leaped the stairs three at a time. Suddenly she heard the crash and splintering of the door as Nessa’s body rammed it in. Killian passed out.

Nessa cut the length of rope from the rafters and lowered her friend down easily in her arms. She saw that Killian was bruised about the face and whipped harshly, judging from the blistering welts on her backside. “All right lass, I’ve got you.” Nessa’s voice was shaking. She held the unconscious girl and looked about the room. This was Aria’s room! Killian led her to Aria’s room! Where was that lass then? Nessa remembered seeing her with that exotic looking woman.

Nessa picked Killian up and laid her down on Aria’s bed. She wanted to find Ikarias. But wouldn’t leave Killian. She went to the lodge door. Opening her throat and tossing her head back, she let out the battle cry of the Celts. It would bring the entire lodge to attention. Hopefully Ikarias would be among them. If Lady Aria was in trouble, this was the one who knew her best and who could find her fastest.

The blood-curdling cry rang throughout the Lodge. Nessa heard the cries and running feet of Kindred as they raced to Aria’s room.

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(Part 11 by Aria) --

Chaenz poured rainwater from a dipper over the girl’s face and watched her awaken.

Aria sputtered her way back into consciousness. Realizing her current situation immediately, Aria held back her desire to spit some of the water back into Chaenz’ face...even Aria knew this situation could get dangerous. She watched Chaenz putter around the room silently. The smaller blond woman tested her bonds quietly for strength and knew she was there until this madwoman finally freed her. Gathering her resolve, she tried the sugary approach first.

“Chaenz dear, what is the point to this?” The woman in green ignored her, continuing instead to open cupboard doors and tug on old wooden drawers. She appeared to be the mixing of a concoction of sorts.

“Chaenz…. Untie me – we can talk this through.” Nothing Aria knew from the way the demented one moved; she had been in this place before.

“How long have you lived here, my mentor?” Aria asked sweetly hoping to draw any information from the tall woman. Still nothing came from Chaenz.

Aria, kept studying her teacher, she was sure she had lived here for a while, by the way she deftly moved about the hut. Either she set up this room or she was with the person that did. That worried Aria. Why was she here and why did she hide herself away? Whom was she studying, what did she need to learn?

“Chaenz come untie me, I can be far more effective with my hands free,” Aria said trying to sound far more at ease than she was. Still no response.

“CHAENZ UNTIE ME NOW, DAMMIT!!!”, Aria bellowed tugging violently at the bonds that held her in place.

Within a millisecond Chaenz was on Aria like white on rice, “Listen little girl, I do not think you fully appreciate your current situation. I have you and I do not plan on letting you go until you have…agreed to see things my way… You owe me. You can scream as loudly as you need to – to get through this. No one will hear you; it’s really more for you. A little gift from me to you, to show you I am not an unreasonable woman.”

Aria swallowed hard and braced herself for the onslaught...

Chaenz dragged her ragged nails across Aria’s smooth skin, “Take a deep breath; this is going to hurt like hell…”

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(Part 12 by Ikarias) --

Nictitating membranes slid up and over multi-faceted ruby eyes as if the possessor of them enjoyed the low humming that flowed over it. Blunt clipped nails scratched the silk-covered lap. A small well-manicured hand stroked the iridescent scales that grew back to front. Only one creature of all the reptiles on earth had that configuration, the basilisk. A creature whose eyes turned all living flesh to stone. It was completely deaf, as was all its kind.

This basilisk lay in the lap of the fragile-seeming sorceress, Firenzia. She reclined on a lounge of bones, hundreds of thousands of them, tiny, intertwined, femurs and ribs and skulls coated in nacre. Faerie bones from a war Firenzia most definitely won a hundred years ago, decisively and with a damning finality. Sometimes the little eyeholes wept in a continuous agony the fey still suffered for, tiny jaws opened in screams unheard by the lizard as well. To the sorceress it was background music, unending, sweet, a paean to her victory.

The basilisk was slightly under three feet long. Being a mere seventy-five years old, it was still a baby. It cocked its head as the fingers scratched the bony crest behind the skull. It looked about harmlessly. The blood ice crystals it had for eyes were especially developed by the sorceress, allowing it to see, even as its real eyes were used in her foul magic. This Kamarian basilisk had the ability to regrow lost parts, eyes included. Though they took twenty years to regenerate, Firenzia had a steady if slow supply. She used them sparingly. The other orb of the last set was stored in a golden casket. Only special cases merited their use.

There was a reason for the headaches Chaenz experienced. A basilisk eye had been placed just under her skin, between her brows. Whatever she saw, awake or asleep, in dark or in light, through rain or fog or under the sea, so the sorceress observed as well. Aside from Chaenz’ waffling technique, Firenzia was beginning to wonder if she had made a mistake in giving the tall assassin a second chance. She kept on humming, watching everything that Chaenz did.

*****

Chaenz poured a cloudy liquid over the dark nipples and smiled as Aria’s breath came out in a hiss. The blonde struggled in her bonds, the wide band of leather holding her secure, the four straps keeping her outstretched, open, vulnerable.

“Dragon’s breath. That’s the name the Eastern pirates have for it.” Chaenz kept a critical eye on the sweating girl. “It’s a method of converting new girls into sexual servitude for use in whorehouses and harems. Just a diluted amount will make you want to be rubbed as you itch. With the pure oil, you’ll beg to be fucked by anyone and anything. After the burning sensation eases of course.” The dark woman poured a half a cup over the thatch of blonde curls, between the fleshy lips, covering the protruding clit.

She took up a wooden prong and without preamble penetrated Aria, twisting and turning, sending the oil inside her. She pulled it out with a sucking noise and pouring the last of the oil on it, fucked Aria up the ass a couple of times, making sure the liquid went deep.

Aria screamed with the feeling of fire crisping the most sensitive parts. A terrible searing and then the NEED!

“Beg me, Aria. Beg me to relieve the itch.” Chaenz took up a braided flail and applied it hard to Aria’s breasts and cunt.

*****

Ikarias heard the Celt’s bloodcurdling, milk-souring, ale-moldering cry. One step into Aria’s room and the scent of foulness nearly made her gag. Killy looked like someone had used her center to relieve an unholy amount of stress. She’d be well taken care of by the kindred. A couple of crimson drops by the windowsill caught the half-dragon’s eye. She ran from the room and gathered up her labrys, a special duo-headed axe, open worked for lightness, and exquisitely balanced.

She didn’t bother to saddle Asher, just leapt to the Percheron’s broad back, grabbed a fist-full of blue-grey mane and kicked his sides. Ikarias inhaled the air under Aria’s window and turned the great warhorse into the woods.

A half a candlemark later the skies melted as grey rain thrummed through the leaves, drenching horse and rider, beating the scent of pain and death into the ground. Ikarias cursed and shook her head free of the cloying drops. The downpour concealed the woods just seven paces away. The dark bitch had Aria and the half-dragon wasn’t going to let her keep her.

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(Part 13 by Aria) --

It started slowly. First it was a need – then it grew – now it was vital to Aria that this raving sea hag touched her.

“What's the matter Aria, do you want my tongue on you? Do you need to feel me inside you?”

Aria hated herself for wanting this shrew’s touch on her. How could she hate this woman and yet accept anything this woman was willing to do to her?

“Beg me Aria…beg me to stop the madness. I can end this for you, my little cunt… but you must give me something in return.”

Aria thought she would go insane from the need. Every part of her, every orifice, craved attention. “I need…. I need…. you to touch me,” Aria said, hating her own weakness.

“Oh but I will -- once we understand we each other a little better.”

Aria thought she would lose her mind to this madness. Never in her young life had she been willing to give someone anything they wanted before. It belied everything she stood for. But here and now, she knew she had to promise this woman whatever she needed to stop this ache permeating her soul.

“I can end this… Aria, I can stop the torment.”

“Pleasssssssse, yes”, Aria hissed through her teeth.

Chaenz stood so close to Aria that the whip in her large hand went unseen. “First there is the matter of your betrayal…”

Aria hoped none of her sisters would hear the scream that rose up from the same place her desire came stemmed from.

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(Part 14 by Ikarias) --

“You betrayed your office and your profession. You took an oath to do a task. More importantly, you took a great deal of money as surety and with it the trust of a VERY POWERFUL CLIENT.” Chaenz shouted then shuddered as her head rocked, struck from something inside between her eyes. She wiped her brow and showed her teeth to the suspended girl.

Aria organized what little wits the cursed oil left behind. She’d known Chaenz intimately, and would again, but a hot bath for a week or twelve would help there. More to the immediate and near future, what was wrong with her ex-mentor? Focus was one thing, obsession another, this--was madness. Chaenz was crazy, wacko, an arrow short of a full quiver, a tail short of a centaur. . .

And if a centaur was here now he’d be worn to less than a thimbleful after Aria was through with him. DAMN THIS OIL!

Ah, Chaenz, crazy, concentrate Aria. . .  She never saw the dark woman sweat like this before. She never had that odd redness about her eyes or looked like something was eating her alive.

Something twisted and throbbed between Chaenz’ eyes as she rubbed the rough leather handle between Aria’s nether lips, just enough to make her twitch some more.

“This particular Very Powerful Client happens to be several hundreds of years old, maybe a thousand or two. . . looks like fifteen. She’s a sorceress, probably a necromancer, nice hair, bitchy temper. . .” As Chaenz rambled on she smacked and slapped and otherwise drove Aria insane.

Pinch a taut nipple, scrape a nail over the pulsing clit, whiplash stinging against Aria’s ass. How would she concentrate? How could she use Chaenz’ weakness against her? That was another key on the assassin’s ring. Aria bit in tiny hard increments inside her mouth. That helped her keep her head close if not totally attached.

“If she blames you, Chaenz, she is wrong. She’s using you for something else. How can you let that happen?” Aria tried to appeal to her mentor’s sense of independence and superiority. “You never let anyone demand what you didn’t agree to. Why are you bowing to her whims?”

“A whim?” Chaenz laughed, spittle dripping from her mouth. “She’s pissed. This half-dragon freak upsets her. She tried to kill her and failed so the magic-maker hired the best--me. I was on another job for her so I passed the commission, details, everything to the second best--you. And you fucked up, literally as well as figuratively.” She spun back to Aria. “Assassins are feared, they are gods! Above laws and kings and twitching twats. I thought you were perfect for the elite position. I should have left you in the backroom, where I found you. . .” Her chewed nails drew blood inside Aria’s thighs.

The blonde tasted her own blood from the bites in her mouth; a tiny modicum of control remained, slender as spidersilk.

“Did you know there’s a specialty in some places? Even in the whoring trade there are ‘collectors’ of the extraordinary. Simple creatures, dwarves, hermaphrodites, quadruple amputees are especially favored. All that’s left is a mouth and cunt. The collectors pay enormous amounts for that. Under the influence of dragon’s breath that’s all you’d ever want, providing you survived the removal of your limbs. But you ARE better than that.”

The whip handle sunk deep inside Aria, and she almost wept at the relief. “What--what do you want?” Her hips moved as much as they could. Her hair was wet with perspiration; her muscles ached with the strain of the bindings.

“I? I want nothing. I have simple needs.” The soaked braided leather scraped in and out, stretching Aria wide before Chaenz thrust deep, her eyes unfocused. “SHE wants. She wants a certain half-breed scaled monstrosity removed from the face of the earth. As soon as possible, the amount of muss and fuss is up to you. Do that in twenty-four hours and this little betrayal incident will be forgotten, gone, wiped clean. . .”

*****

Ikarias spat out the rain and mud splattered into her mouth by the violent storm’s passage. Her skin itched, not from the detritus of the downpour but by the thought of that mad bitch and Aria. Aria, her friend, her family, as much as the half-dragon ever had, along with others at the lodge.

The half-dragon swung down off the dappled grey warhorse. Asher stood snorting softly, the Percheron wasn’t keen on rain but he wasn’t about to leave his rider. He smelled a conflict and wanted to throw a few kicks in.

When the world goes blind, deaf and dumb, it’s time to use what doesn’t see, what doesn’t hear, what doesn’t speak. My friend, I’m coming. Ikarias swung the labrys and smiled at the soft hiss. So like her kind, scales and attitude, the hiss of frustration, of teasing commentary, of slow sweet sexual release.

Oh yes, Aria, I will rescue you, kick that green-clad mildewed hag back to the ooze from whence she came and remind you not to run off with strangers, especially strangers you know.

Ikarias closed her eyes, turned a complete circle slowly, back a third of an arc and took off at a trot, the great horse following her.

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(Part 15 by Aria) --

Aria’s nerves were as twisted as the leather bindings that held her. Her need was unbearable. She yearned to be touched, prodded, mangled.

Reaching for Aria’s nipple and pulling her close Chaenz said, “You’ve matured nicely, little one. Ever the woman, now.” She circled the suspended woman, “Yearn for me, Aria. Desire me. Let me satisfy that need”, she whispered from behind. “Kill the dragon for me, Aria. Honor me... Honor our profession…”

Aria fought her building frenzy. She fought wanting Chaenz inside her. She fought her body’s growing betrayal. Even the dark demented one’s building insanity was not enough for Aria to deny her need. “Please,” Aria mewed, “touch me please. I will give you what you ask for…. just let me feel you inside me,” Aria said softly.

The sting of Chaenz’ whip seemed to ease her ache. It allowed her focus on something she could control…. her pain. Each bite from the lash brought her closer to relief. She leaned into the whip needing the connection between leather and skin. Somewhere in the distance, Aria heard screaming and smiled slightly when she identified it as her own.

As both sweat and insanity poured from Chaenz, Aria gave herself over to the fog of pain and control. She would give this woman what she wanted…. she would give this woman her very soul.

Somewhere surrounded by the forest, Ikarias took in a deep rain laden breath, “I can’t see you, my friend, but I am starting to smell you.” Ikarias felt closer to the madness and to her Aria. It was only a matter of time, now.

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(Part 16 by Ikarias) --

“You take the whip so well, but then you always did, my dear Aria,” Chaenz mused as she fucked the dripping girl with the rough braided leather handle. “How many times does this make? Two hundred and thirty-seven? Of course not counting the times you did it as part of your ‘services.’ I know you were lying about the orgasms. Your body tells the truth, every swollen part, every drop of stickiness, every little pelvic hump tells me you enjoyed every fuck I gave you. How could you not? I showed you what it was to be a woman loved by a woman, to be a god among dross when it came to killing. Warriors and footpads are common murderers, uneducated, crude thugs. I made you what you are and I will not deny you your role in the world. You are the knife in every heart, the poison in every morsel, the tainted cup on every table.”

Aria writhed; hating Chaenz, hating the blasted oil and hating the itch that just tickled inside her left nostril.

“Of course this isn’t the original whip that I first used in you, when you were young and fresh, eager to learn with fire and adoration in your eyes. I know you played hard to get, it’s part of your considerable charms my dear.” The leather was soaked; squishing in and out drawing Aria’s swollen abraded labia out with each pull. Each push scraped against her clit and she grunted for more.

The basilisk eye blinked under Chaenz’ skin and she stopped mid-thrust, eyes glazed from the pain.

On her throne of fey skeletons, Firenzia cursed, the dire syllables turning the air violet and putrid for a brief moment. Her fingers pinched the black lizard’s crest. The basilisk hissed softly but didn’t move. He knew better.

Damn that murderous mad whore! Firenzia saw Chaenz’ mind slipping away and the connection to the eye slipped too. The eye not only saw the real and the worlds beyond, daemon kingdoms and eldritch wastelands, but they also saw dreams, nightmares, mental meanderings and fantasies. The eye didn’t distinguish between what was viewed, ergo, Firenzia was losing control.

When the subject teetered on the precipice of insanity, the sorceress might well have shoved the eye up Chaenz’ tight ass for all the good it was doing her. She wondered if Aria would succeed in her commission. If she survived Chaenz’ madness and the oil of dragon’s breath. How was fucking the girl supposed to make her obey when all she would think of would be scratching the itch between her legs?

If Chaenz survived, Firenzia would put her out of her misery, then address the delectable Aria for her temporary lack of professionalism. Have her slay the dragon bitch and they’d all live happily ever after. ‘They’ being Firenzia and her little lizard. Aria would make a nice addition to her trophy hall, parts of her anyway.

Flashes of sopping golden curls, wet pink labia and Chaenz’ fingers and tongue dipping, teasing, pulling, twisting.

Firenzia leaned back and loosened her robe. The images needn’t all go to waste. She waved her hand and an oread trembling and wet from her homey brook appeared. Firenzia opened her legs.

“Please me and I’ll let you live. Displease me and I’ll turn you into fog forever.” The nude water nymph hurried forward, leaving wet footprints. She knelt and buried her face in the sorceress’ center.

Firenzia had no intention of letting the oread live, but that would be simple housekeeping, after she had been thoroughly pleased. Her fingers gripped the wet tresses and pulled tight. A soft whimper came, then the sounds of busy lips.

*****

Ikarias had left Asher. The Percheron found an old cedar to stand under while the half-dragon took her soaked self and labrys into the stained sheets of rain.

Aria was close, so very close and that nasty piece of work was nearby as well. Ikarias heard a moan and stopped. A second and she brushed aside the verdant curtain.

A dilapidated hut stood before her, and inside the two women.

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(Part 17 by Aria) --

Aria despised herself for finding relief at the end of this woman’s whip. She leaned into the handle as though her life depended on it. The whipping had not brought her any closer to the climax she so desperately needed and now her muscles were straining to meet the handle of this madwoman’s whip.

“Damn it, Chaenz - mooooore - I need more.”

“Aria, sweet Aria… you can have more.”

“I will give you all that you can take – after you endure something for me,” Chaenz purred.

The taller woman buried the hilt of whip completely inside the writhing woman. Aria felt finally that she might end her suffering. She clenched her muscles around the handle and rode it like one would a bucking bronco. She was close, closer than she had been since this behemoth smeared that blasted oil all over her.

“Pleassssssssse,” Aria panted

Chaenz had spent enough time with Aria to know that she was nearing a thunderous climax.

“Listen to me little girl… I need the hide of that dragon, your dragon… I need you to settle a score,” Chaenz said rubbing her forehead.

Aria heard the words, but they seem buried under her building orgasm. Chaenz sensing her approach, decided this was the right time to leave her mark on this impudent traitor. She quickly pulled out of the frantic woman, ignoring Aria’s furious taunting and headed to the fireplace.

Aria pulled against her binds, screaming obscenities, calling for this woman’s death, until - she saw the red hot poker in her hand. An ice cold fear washed over the smaller woman and time stood still for a moment.

“Noooooooooooo!!!” Screamed the terrified girl, as she frantically pulled at her bindings, twisting and turning in a futile effort to free herself.

“Now, dear Aria, as I said, there was the matter of your betrayal. I still think of you as mine and once I leave my mark on you… so shall the world. After I bind us together for all to see, then my little slut, we can discuss that troublesome dragon.”

Aria could feel the heat coming from the small branding iron while Chaenz was still several feet away. More than anything she wanted to keep her beloved sisters safe from this insanity, but her fear won out.

“Someone, God....... someone pleasssssssse help me.”

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(Part 18 by Ikarias) --

Aria screamed and the half-dragon smelled the bitter scent of red-hot iron. Ikarias had little time to act but the storm was with her. After all, it is dragons who rule the weather.

A thunderous blast as incandescent lightning like a monstrous serpent’s forked tongue and half the back wall of the crofter’s hut fell upon itself. Ikarias made a quick mental promise to sharpen and polish the trusty labrys ‘til Klancy could see well enough to shave her legs by it. She also thanked the storm dragon for good timing.

From the view through the basilisk’s eye in Chaenz’ forehead, Firenzia smiled. She tapped her finger on the waist-high bell jar; small moans came from the twisting fog, all that was left of the oread. Now this was more like it. The scaly misbegotten spawn would die by Chaenz’ hand. If the madness would hold off long enough, she could dispose of the obnoxious blonde before the lean assassin’s brain fried.

The basilisk in her lap hissed in short bursts of lizard laughter. For whom, the little beast would not say.

Chaenz swung and Ikarias yelled as the hot poker skidded over her body. Fortunately the soaking rain had drenched her and her clothes. The burn over her heart and left shoulder was much milder than the assassin meant it to be.

“You’ll not leave here alive,” Chaenz snarled, swinging again.

“Yeah, and my little dog too,” Ikarias retorted. “Miss me darlin’?” She asked Aria as she ducked, cutting the center band loose, and the right leg, pushing the girl to the side out of the way of the hot iron.

Aria swung back like the naked pendulum she was as the two women fought. Gods above, the dragon’s breath was sinking its claws back into Aria’s groin. “Iky, when you have a spare second, COULD YOU PLEASE FUCK ME!?!?”

A whisper of a fléchette and the half-dragon raised the labrys. Chaenz’ poisoned dart clinked off it to stick into the wall.

“Not only are you rude, to leave a lady in need, but your breath stinks and your mother dresses you funny--“

Snick--whish--clink repeated as several more elf-shots flew from Chaenz’ fingers. One scaled hand pinched Aria’s ass. She squeaked and suddenly raised said ass in time to avoid a dart Ikarias’ blade missed. A third line parted. Now Aria hung by her left ankle and her right wrist. She was torn between scratching that irritating itch in her nose or between her legs. The nose won.

Ikarias kicked a low table into Chaenz who fell back through the rotting wood to the outside.

“Hang around Aria, be back in a bit,” Ikarias called, crashing through the rest of the wall after the assassin.

Chaenz was well and truly enraged, the eye pulsed between her brow like a hundred storms and this FUCKING DRAGON WASN’T DEAD YET! She yanked her belt clasp open pulling out a long serrated blade from between the leather bands. She whipped it at the scaled warrior’s head.

A meter’s worth of tiny hungry fangs snapped about Ikarias as Chaenz wielded the deadly whip. Something was making her miss more than hit. For that, the half-dragon was grateful. This was no way to get a decent haircut. Blood trickled from the gash in the back of her head, another slice landed on her human cheek and two on her biceps.

“You’ve been dying to get me, haven’t you bitch? One on one?” Ikarias parried with her duo-headed axe and slipped through the thicket, drawing Chaenz away from the hut. The assassin followed, foliage shredding under the saw-whip’s strokes. Bits of leaves stuck to her face as the rain drummed on them.

“Finish it, you fool!” Firenzia hissed as she saw the battle. “Kill the half-breed!”

“Aria’s mine. Every drop of blood she shed was for me! She’s a natural born killer, just like I wanted. Such a sweet cunt. I’ll fuck her over your dead body. Give your soul something to watch before it goes straight to Tartarus!” Spittle flew from Chaenz’ lips. The eye pulsed and the skin split between her brows. Black substance oozed forth.

“She’s a dear friend, a sweet bedmate and more than your warped mind could ever conceive.” Inside, Ikarias wondered what was happening to Chaenz? What bled black blood? It niggled at the hindmost part of her mind as she tried to stay close but out of reach.

“SHE IS MINE!” Chaenz’ roared, slashing at Ikarias’ ribs. She stared up at a heavy branch overhead as the skin split between her eyes. A cracking burst came from the tree behind the half-dragon.

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(Part 19 by Aria) --

Aria had moved as far back from the tip of the branding iron as she could. She could feel the heat radiating off the red glowing point, her mind frantic to escape. She fought the urge to scream but her fear won out and she howled like a banshee.

Amid the storm, the smell of hot iron and the insanity of the moment, Aria started to abandon all hope. A strange resignation flooded her senses. No one would come; no one knew where she was, hell, she did not know where she was…

She was a few inches away from being forever marked. Aria closed her eyes, sucked in her breath and waited. She tried to focus on the storm, she struggled to become one with the thunder… Suddenly the poker pulled back, there was an additional voice in the room and Aria snapped back into her reality.

There she stood - dripping wet, properly armed, and mad as hell.

“OHHHHH IKY…. YESSSSSSSS!” Aria screamed, balling her tethered hand into a fist and raising it to the heavens. “Oh baby, you came. Thank you oh thank you, my friend, thank you. I hoped you would remember my scent, you horny old toad.”

Aria did not know what delighted her more, the fact that she would no longer be a human marionette for the demented sweaty one or that she finally had someone to fuck that she actually liked. Aria viewed it all now as a delicious win/win situation.

As the two warriors moved around the room in a fight to the death, all Aria could think about was scaling the body of the scaly one. Ikarias was a wonder to watch and since no one had bothered to cut Aria down, she forced herself to watch, as her half dragon took on the assassin to the assassins.

Ikarias caught Aria out of the corner of her eye as she fought off the smelly green woman; swung her axe and cut two of the bands that held Aria in place.

Chaenz was furious; she hated this damn dragon for a myriad of reasons but topping that list was, once again, was that she found herself sharing her protégé with this half human. She fought unevenly but ensconced in rage. Ikarias on the other hand was her knight in shining armor. Aria suppressed a giggle knowing she would soon be free and hopefully securely pinned under that armor.

“Uh, could you wrap this up, Iky? Cause if some part of you does not end up in some part of me… I am going to lose my fucking mind,” Aria said devoid of any modesty.

Ikarias winked at the girl swaying gently in the breeze and turned her attentions back to madwoman just before they both went flying through the rotted wood into the forest.

Aria could no longer see them and she started to panic. That insane beast was not to hurt her insane beast. No, that was unacceptable.

Aria needed to be out there, to watch and help her friend. She started tugging on the leather bands and was close to pulling the hook out of the beam, when a giant flash of bright light flooded the dim hut…

“IKY? IKARIAS?” Aria said urgently. “Iky please … answer me!” Panic numbed Aria. “By the Gods, Ikarias please... ANSWER ME!", Aria said aware she was now screaming.

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(Part 20 by Ikarias) --

“FUCKING BITCH!” Firenzia cursed, whether at the half-dragon or the mad assassin, none could tell. The sight received from the eye in Chaenz’ brow displeased her immensely.

The basilisk gave a soft reptilian sigh. He was content. Finally the sorceress was getting a comeuppance, however slight. She’d never know the cause, truly. Maybe it was due to the scaled, fanged, tentacled monster that used Chaenz as a boffing bag which did the initial damage. Perhaps the assassin’s natural defensive mechanism was rejecting the foreign object or whatshername Killy-somebody thwacking the demented one with a candlestick knocked the whole shebang out of alignment. It didn’t matter. The basilisk knew instinctively that what was his was his and shouldn’t be taken for any reason, also, that it shouldn’t be put where it didn’t belong. It simply wouldn’t work.

Something exploded behind Ikarias as the world burst and fell smacking her on the shoulders. Actually the world stayed in one piece, the tree above the half-dragon was another matter. She had a brief moment to make sense of it all through the lightning and the deadly red flashes coming from the assassin’s brow.

A basilisk’ eye. That’s what Chaenz had in her head. That’s what had broken through bleeding black and most like driving her crazy, unless she was already there. The tree, a lovely old oak, had caught the brunt of the eye’s glance on a limb as thick about as Asher and the wood had turned to stone, just like the old tales said. When ‘seen’ anything living would become as hard and heavy and inanimate as a rock. The sudden weight of the changed limb tore it off the tree about the same time as the lightning hit it and the sizzling of the wet burning wood just added to the festivities.

Chaenz roared as the lightning struck, her head felt like someone split it and forgot to let her know. She saw a white blur and cursed herself for not paying attention to the storm. She was only human with a couple of failings. The scaly noxious ass had been under the fallen tree. Stupid woman. Didn’t her mother tell her never to seek refuge under a tall tree during a thunderstorm? Then again her mother was probably a scabrous iguana and didn’t know any better.

Ikarias heard Aria; most likely Chaenz did too. There would be nothing for it but to answer the girl and hope for the best. “ARIA! RUN! DON’T LOOK BACK!”

The half-dragon turned the labrys to see Chaenz’ movement reflected in it and to keep out of the petrifying gaze. This was a temporary fix, but not all bad. Chaenz kept turning her head, slashing the saw whip at everything and not seeing? Perhaps there was an advantage here.

Ikarias took up pieces of stone/tree and threw them to the other side of Chaenz, covering her own quiet sounds of escape from the tree limb. She stretched her back and bit her lip to stop a groan. She was gonna have a helluva set of bruises. She’d bet at least three ribs were cracked. Black and blue were not her best colors.

The assassin turned snapping the saw whip, blindly but accurately knocking the chips away. “Don’t test me Aria. I know you’re out there. If you want to survive you will obey me now!”

Ikarias knew this ending wouldn’t be sporting. Did Chaenz deserve better? No matter. She could not be allowed to live. She prayed that Aria had the sense to get out of range. Who knew what would happen next. She unwrapped the soaked rawhide thong that held the labrys to her wrist. The half-dragon would only have one chance. Whistling shrilly she flung the duo-edge blade and ran to the left making as much noise as possible.

Chaenz heard the high-pitched sound and she grinned, flames from the burning tree dancing on the thin gold earrings. She turned slightly snapping the whip and grunted.

The labrys sunk deep into Chaenz’ forehead shattering the basilisk eye.

She stood still with a sizable bit of steel embedded in her skull.

Ikarias stopped her roll behind a rock to watch, her curiosity getting the better of her. The assassin didn’t fall down; she did weave a bit as if drunk.

“Iky?”

The half-dragon nearly punched Aria before she realized the blonde had snuck up beside her. Aria put her smooth arms about the battered half-dragon and tried to kiss her and hump her thigh. The fact that she was naked and Iky was burned, thumped, and bleeding from a number of wounds was an asset.

“Could you fuck me now?”

“Oh shit--“ Ikarias saw Chaenz shaking violently. She unceremoniously tossed Aria over her shoulder, allowed herself one sidelong glance of wet naked buns and sighed at the giggle that came out of the girl before running like a hundred Cyclops were after her for cheating at poker.

If an assassin explodes in the woods and there’s no one to witness it, does she make a sound? This little query and others didn’t cross Ikarias’ mind as she hurried away with a bouncing butt in her face and a pair of breasts slapping her on the back. Where did she leave Asher? Under a big tree? Oh that was smart… A sudden wind pushed her forward. The half-dragon shifted the naked girl into her arms to protect her as much as she could before they were drop-kicked through a good deal of greenery.

Ikarias tried to spit out a mouthful of fern just before a rock stopped their impetus. Luckily it contacted her head so nothing serious happened, she thought as she slumped into the loam.

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(Part 21 by Aria) --

“Ikarias, please answer me...”

Aria had not heard her dragon since the loud crash that followed the bright light. Why do people tilt their heads when trying to hear something she asked herself as she threw all her weight into pulling those damn leather straps from the beam holding her captive. It took several attempts but the beam snapped free from its brace and came crashing down inches from her head. Aria deftly sidestepped the beam, reached for one of Chaenz' medieval weapons, slashed the leather bands with ease, then looked at the instrument closely and said, "Oooh, that would have hurt..."

“ARIA! RUN! DON'T LOOK BACK!”

On instinct Aria slipped through the hole in the wall made during the fight, pinned herself flat against the side and just listened... she slowly crept around the side of the hut until her friend came into view. On tiptoe, she crouched her way to Ikarias' side.

She surveyed her friend upon approach and deduced that though the half dragon had seen better days... she was more assuredly capable of a quick roll in the forest.

"When did I become so shallow?" Aria whispered to herself. "It's this damn oil... it is never going to allow me peace."

Nothing snaps a person back to reality like a giantess with a large hole in her forehead doing the watusi.

"Oh shit," Ikarias said as she lifted Aria over her shoulder and took off.

Normally being naked, thrown over a Warrior's shoulder, while watching a monolith do the dance of death might have unnerved Aria... now, it screamed - foreplay.

Aria with the perfect vantage point, save for the occasional nipple in her eye, watched the woman who had trained her, loved her, tortured her - explode before her eye... damn her perky breasts. Before she could even warn her half human rickshaw, they were flying through the air. Aria hit the ground as if laid there gently by Mother Nature herself. Iky had taken the complete brunt of the fall. That wonderful dragon had swung her blonde friend's body to her dragon side, so that Aria would not be pinned under her. Aria stood with ease and looked down her friend.

“Iky...it was amazing. She exploded like a cheap firecracker. Iky?” Aria studied Ikarias... "Come on Dragonbutt... stop pretending - there isn't reason why you would be ..." …then Aria spotted the rock. She gently rolled her friend over, quickly gathered up some leaves and a bit of earth and applied the natural compress to the cut over the dragon’s eye.

Aria was unaware she was even crying until saw her own tears splash in the face of her beloved reptile. The blond woman gently lifted Ikarias' head and slipped under her cross-legged.

“Don't think the irony is lost on me Iky, I'm butt ass naked, horny as well, my crotch is inches from one of the most talented tongues in the region and here I sit... orgasmless," she whispered through her tears.

Looking down at her at her occasional lover and constant friend, Aria marveled at the bravery Ikarias had shown. She loved this half dragon for saving her and wanted to show her soooo badly. Yes, Aria wanted to show her really hard and several times just how grateful she was…

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(Part 22 by Ikarias) --

Ikarias came to grips with consciousness and took a very quiet inventory of the state of her body. It felt less a state than a haphazard conglomeration of foreign principalities not terribly happy with one another's affairs. Border disputes, fences knocked down, gardens overrun, herds of wild pigs trampling all and sundry especially in the vicinity of her skull.

Burns, check. Assorted cuts, bruises, gashes and slashes, check. And did someone get the number of that friggin’ mountain that got close up and personal with her head? Damn, she was going to miss that old battle axe. After spending so many breathtaking moments, it was a small tragedy they’d never be reunited. No, she wasn’t thinking about Chaenz, the mad, bad and dangerous to know, but her lost labrys!

The half-dragon opened half an eye and saw a familiar sweetly curved object, shining gently with the first rays of morning and the cutest dimple in it, about six feet over her head.

“Darlin’, you followed me!”

“Of course, you silly fibbing amphibian,” Aria replied, trying to kiss her heroine.

Discretion being the better part of valor, Iky decided against telling Aria that she was ecstatic to see her labrys with a singe mark (courtesy of one exploding assassin) stuck in the tree overhead.

“You were incredible,” Aria ripped at the slight tear on the reclining warrior’s pants over her scaled thigh, making it much wider and eased her crotch back and forth on the rough surface. “And I need to thank you for rescuing me, for at least a fortnight. Right here, right now.”

“Huh?” Was all the usually eloquent demi-dragon could manage before Aria crested with a sweet cry and started on a another helping. She managed to slip her hand into Ikarias and come to a second conclusion with her rescuer.

While the half-dragon knew Aria was grateful, and her stamina legendary, (almost as good as Iky’s), she also knew that the blonde was usually a bit more circumspect. Before the warrior could help herself, she helped herself, flipping Aria around to have a much better access to the delectable dripping center.

The petite one in turn attacked the half-dragon right where the halves met. As Ikarias thrust her scaled hand easily and deeply into Aria, bringing an orgasm at every touch, she noticed that the usual pink tone was absent. It was rather purple streaked with white, and the scent was like honeysuckle, musk and a sharp mint. Aria peaked for the seventh or eighth time. Her tongue and lips and fingers bringing Ikarias lovely respites from her aches and pains.

Iky thrust her hand up hard, dislodging Aria’s mouth. She had a question that she needed answered.

“NO! Let me thank you!” Aria begged, riding the warrior’s hand.

“Aria--Hold, whoa, stop, cease, desist, halt, PLEASE!”

The blonde, with an incredible effort of will, DID stop. “Yes?” She looked over her shoulder and down at her lover.

“Did that walking fungus among us put anything on or in you?”

Aria moved slowly up and down, hoping Iky wouldn’t notice. Hey, she was thinking here. “Yes, the bitch said the oil was ‘Dragon’s Breath’ and it burns!” She continue riding pillion on the warrior’s hand.

“There’s only two ways to cure it,” Ikarias said. “I don’t think the first one will work.”

“Tell me!”

“Fasting, prayer and abstinence?”

Aria stopped dead, mid-hump, her expression one of disdain. “Ikarias. I am NOT that kind of girl! What’s the other way?”

“Keep doing what you’re doing for another three hours?”

A beatific smile came to the blonde and she went to work with a will.

Some time mid-morning an exhausted half-dragon felt a muted snap as Aria rode, slower but still steady, up and down and up and down. Her hair was soaked, the sun dried the forest quiet well but the dragon’s breath aftereffect kept Aria moist all over.

Oh shit, her wrist just broke! Oh fuck! Figuratively PLEASE! Ikarias had a terrible moment of returning to the lodge, Aria handing upside down from her arm, legs splayed out. The ever-helpful Killy-kat would bring out the plaster and linen and the cast would extend from Ikarias’ elbow to an inverted Aria’s waist. She would be STUCK with the blonde for ten weeks. Then again cutting them free would prove amusing. Klancy would probably have the lodgers draw straws, short one wins.

A low groan came through her reverie as Aria fell over, Ikarias’ hand popping out like a cork from a bottle of extra-virgin rootbeer. How nice, the warmth inside kept the swelling on her wrist down--for now.

“Iky, I can’t walk. I don’t think I’ll be able to pee for a week without screaming. Um, how many--uh?” Aria wondered if she broke a world record. She certainly passed her personal one about three hours ago. She stayed in the three-point landing, on her knees and forehead. She didn’t think a first-class pleasure palace could have kept up with her, bless her scaly warrior beastie.

“If the screams were any indication, I’d say about 243 orgasms, give or take a couple of squeaks that might have been gasps for breath.”

“They were.”

The half-dragon got up, wrapped the stray scrap of trousers about her broken wrist and pulled the labrys free with her good hand. A shrill whistle and a soft clopping responded. Asher snuffled and sneezed all over her. Combined with blood, mud, and other assorted body fluids, a little horse snot hardly showed.

“You have GOT to be kidding. I can’t ride, Hades, I can’t even walk.” Aria groaned, “And I couldn’t spit to save my soul.”

Iky kept a smirk from her face, there was quite a puddle where her ‘working’ arm had been. “You can ride across my lap, sort of side saddle and I’ve got a full waterskin here.”

Aria turned, the look of gratitude much better than the one she had when the last of the nasty oil wore off.

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(Conclusion by Ikarias) --

Ikarias filled the waterskin thrice more from a fast running freshet. Aria drank like a sailor on first leave after a half-year at sea. On the fourth refill she stopped guzzling and let out a small lady-like burp. She handed the limp bota back to the half-dragon.

Aria winced as she tried to move. A muted curse came out of her while Ikarias came over with Asher. She adjusted the saddle girth and checked the other straps that had taken a soaking. A pattern of taps on his shoulder and the great Percheron lowered his rump then his fore legs. There was no way the half-dragon could hold Aria safe and mount the grey mountain of a horse if he stood. She secured the labrys over her back to come off quickly if she needed it, but there it wouldn’t interfere with her holding Aria.

“If that was four skins of southern black ale, the belch would have blown the feathers off birds for three leagues, wilted flowers instantly and attracted every stag and elk within earshot.”

“Two hours ago I would have worn them down to venison scraps. Instead I broke your wrist.”

Ikarias raised an eyebrow, actually two-halves since a recent cut interfered with the whole. She tied the waterskin by the saddle. The warrior went down on one knee, drew Aria close then lifted her up with one arm and one good hand. “Kids, don’t try this at home.”

“Yes, I heard the snap. Also got you roasted, gouged and ruined your second favorite pair of pants. Thank you my friend.” Aria kissed a dusty jade-scaled cheek.

“You’re welcome. She wasn’t your type anyway.”

Aria smiled and wriggled her toes. “They still work!”

The half-dragon laughed and the blonde did too then tensed and cussed again, “Shit, it hurts when I laugh!”

Bless the equine, he stood stock-still, leaning a bit to make the mount up easier. Ikarias made a mental note to find Asher a nice filly or two, or a thorough bath and brush. Or both. She gripped with her thighs and tapped with her heels. He lifted up to his forelegs then his back end rose and they didn’t fall off. Mirable dictu!

The horse took a slow pace over even ground. The day was warm. Even with her nakedness and her extremely tender nether area, Aria was exhausted.

“How did you know what to do?” She asked, snuggling closer to the demi-woman.

“It’s the quickest, safest way to undo the effects of the dragons’ breath. If you had gone without release and as not much of it as we did, it would have gone into your bloodstream like a poison. You would have only one thing on your mind for the rest of your life, without satisfaction.”

“What a way to go,” Aria yawned, plumped Ikarias’ human breast like a pillow and rested her head. A purring snore came from her.

Ikarias supposed she wouldn’t tell Aria that the ‘rest of your life’ was two or three years with that foul poison. Some years ago, Ikarias had lost a friend to the dragons’ breath. After months of watching the human traffic and the desperation and the wasting away, in a moment of clarity she granted her friend’s wish. A moment’s kiss, hold her face then a quick twist and her neck was broken.

The horse clomped and clumped and the sun moved overhead. Seeing the smoke come from the chimney and the scent of roasting boar at the lodge was the perfect end to a memorable day. Ikarias eased a dozing Aria into loving arms.

“Poof, like one of Killy’s pudding balloons,” Aria mumbled. “She went poof--all over.”

Questioning glances and calls for salve and bandages.

“I’ll explain later,” the half-dragon said shaking her head, “Chaenz won’t be back.” Someone took Asher to the stables.

Lady Alison folded her purple silk-covered arms and eyed the wrapped wrist, the assorted cuts, bloodstains, and bright burns showing through Ikarias’ torn shirt and ripped pants. “Your foreplay’s gonna kill you someday. You look like something the cat dragged in, half ate then hacked up.”

“You sure know how to sweet talk. Got any of that brandy left?” Ikarias undid the labrys and watched another scrap of ruined clothing fall to the planked floor.

“I’ve even got a great bedside manner to go with it. Come on Iky, I’ve got a bath with your name on it.”

“Walk on water, write on water. You’re a goddess, Alicat.” Ikarias followed the bodacious one.

“And don’t you forget it!”

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The End - 'Aria 'n Chaenz' - by Ikarias, Aria, Killian, & Nessa

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