Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
The Bard and the Harp
by Lord Nessa & Klancy7
January 19th, 2002
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Nessa strolled through the upper corridors of the lodge as if she had nothing in particular on her mind. Indeed, it was not her mind that caused her to get up and take leave of Alison's chambers.
Downstairs, tables were filled with fruits and prepared foods for suppertime at the Lodge. Lodgers and visitors mixed. Nessa wandered to an empty table and sat thinking how good it was to hear laughter and heartfelt words among the kindred.
killian walked passed like a little breeze running through. she shot the Lord a look of wondering. Nessa grinned back to assure the wench that all was well. killian knew of the tryst going on upstairs. She would be concerned for tris. She grinned back at the Lord and landed a full mug of Klancy's root beer down on the table before sliding off to wherever a wench went when working the kitchen.
The fizzy liquid sparkled and burned that lovely way as it hit Nessa's throat. "In need of coolin' Nessa?" Klancy sat just over at the next table. She watched the Celtic Warrior walk in. She noticed a look that was not anger or pain but certainly something not usual... troubled. Nessa looked troubled.
"Yeah, you could say I am a mite in need of coolin', Klancy" Nessa said with a grin. She was delighted to see this friend. Maybe she should talk to the Warrior. "Your looking a bit hot yourself this evening Courtly One." Klancy was indeed a striking figure. She had a way of appearing taller than she actually was. Nessa decided that she must have a touch of the glamour in her blood. "Will you sit with me a spell?"
Klancy stood. It looked to Nessa like every head turned just to watch the Courtly Butch move. She moved easily for sure but it was hard for Nessa to figure out just what it was that Klancy had that caused such an effect.
Sitting now and looking at Lord Nessa Klancy leaned forward on the table and said. "What is it that's got you actin' like there's nothin' wrong when I can see it churnin' inside you from across the bloody room, Nessa?" Point blank.
Nessa knew there was no point in denying it but wasn't quite sure how to put it in words and told Klancy as much. "What do you think about when you feel it? Tell me that then." Klancy sat back as if she were ready to listen. She folded her arms and waited.
The Lord thought for a moment and began, "When I was a lass living at home on the green Isle, a minstrel troop came though our village. They played at the local tavern every night for two weeks. I went each of those nights to see one player in particular. He was a bard. He sang songs of heroes and he played a harp."
Nessa saw the interest and continued. "It was the harp I loved, Klancy. It was the looks of it and the sound of it. I was held to my place with wonder each time the bard played that harp. He played so that the sweetest sounds came out of it. He held that harp like it was a precious jewel and to him it certainly was.
On the last evening, I approached the bard and asked if I could hold the harp. He did let me do that. I thought something magical might happen to me if I touched it. I wanted to play it. I tried to play it and failed miserably. Klancy, It didn't matter if I held the harp. It wouldn't have mattered if I owned it, I still could not do what that bard could do. No amount of handling it could make me know how to make it sing."
Nessa's gray eyes lifted to look at blue. "Alison is a bard Klancy.. tris is a harp. She is mine but I cannot play her." Nessa pulled in a breath to ease the lump of truth she knew was next. "It's my ego that is a problem. I want to play tris like that and can't. Know I can't. I know the lass loves me. But I want to think she can get all she needs from me alone. I know it's not true and I feel small."
Nessa sat back. It felt good to talk about it. To admit that she was incapable of something. She didn't have expectations on the Courtly Klancy to come up with answers. She was simply glad for the listening ear.
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(Part 2 by Klancy) --
Klancy7 lifted one booted foot to the oak table top, and watched her handsome friend through slitted blue eyes. The two Warriors sat in a companionable silence, as the fire crackled in the huge grate.
"I've just two gems of wisdom to offer, mi amiga." Klancy7's rich alto was rich with affection. "First. The next time you take young tris, look into her eyes, at the crest of her ecstasy. You'll find your answer there. And you'll know you -- only you -- will ever be capable of bringing that particular blend of agonized rapture to the girl."
Nessa's magnetic eyes were troubled. "But Alison brought her such -- "
"Second." Klancy unwound her toweringly tall form, and stood over the Dark Butch. "You are young tris's first taste of true love, Ness. You gave her something no other woman born can ever give her. Just as the first time you took her, your touch will, always, and forever, hit tris like a sweet, dark erotic surprise. Like this one."
Klancy bent over Nessa, and snarled her fingers into the thick hair at the back of her neck. Startled, the other woman lifted her chin automatically, and Klancy's lips blended with hers in a fierce, hot, sucking rush, that seemed to last forever.
When the kiss finally ended, the Courtly Butch lifted her head, and winked down at her flustered friend. "That," Klancy whispered modestly, "is what calls every eye to Klancy7. Si?"
Klancy strolled off to take Kirby for a walk up to the waterfall, and left her thoughtful sister to stare into the fire.
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(Part 3 by Nessa) --
In the name of the great Mother of all things living, this was one amazing evening! Nessa could barely stand. She was acutely aware of the raised eyebrows and snicks from kindred all around the room. She tried to swallow back her amazement and appear nonchalant but that was doomed by the bright red color of her face.
She got through the dining room and headed for the stairs. Twice now, twice in one evening, Nessa was kissed by Warriors. First the Lady Alison brushed her mouth with a most sensuous kiss disguised as "chaste," and now Klancy, graced the Lord with a kiss that rocked her reality. The point was made. No mistake... "a sweet, dark erotic surprise."
Nessa wanted Klancy to be right about this. She would take tris and she would do it how she did it. She would look into her eyes, "at the crest of her ecstasy" as Klancy said. She would find an answer then and there.
One thing was sure... she no longer felt small. She was headed back to Alison's room. She might be able to watch a little more of the playing of the harp before she took her tris back. It was such a beautiful song they played.
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(Possession - by Nessa) --
Nessa stepped quietly across the room then stood still, pinned to the picture. tris was looking peaceful in her sleep... so innocent, so young, so beautiful. The Lord would not wait much longer to have her.
Nessa dropped to a chair. She looked over at Alison. She allowed her eyes the pleasure of roaming. Alison was beautiful. Her body was exquisite in it's strength and soft femininity. The girl in her arms rested against her breasts.
The Celt recalled a dream she had not long ago. She captured and ravished a beautiful maid with the body and face of Alison. She never told that dream to her friend. And never would. She would keep the impossible desire in the realm of dreams and preserve a friendship that was becoming stronger and more precious by the day.
"I want to give you my heartfelt gratitude for what you have done for tris here. You must know how I trust you my friend." Nessa's gray eyes showed the love she had for the gentle Warrior.
"Yes, Nessa, I know." Alison spoke with the softness that was so much a part of her. "I also know how you must love tris to do this. My fair maiden and I are honored to have been part of this gift."
They sat for a moment looking at one another. A silent exchange of some kind of knowing passed between them. Nessa stood. "I fear a certain need has come upon me Alison." She felt the fiery pulsing at her center. It was strong. "We will take leave now and bid you good rest. I look forward to a long talk in the morning." She watched Alison nod her understanding and turn her face to her wench, pressing her lips lightly on the girl's forehead.
The Lord bent down on a knee and shook the shoulder of the sleeping tris. She opened her eyes and saw the glazed over gray she had come to fear... and love in her Lord. She jumped to her knees as Nessa stood towering.
tris' long brown hair was all a tangle, falling loosely about her shoulders. It lent a look of wildness about her that matched the feeling growing dark and looming in Lord Nessa. "Get up tris, we must get back to our chambers now." The Warrior worked at keeping her strong hands from gripping tris and pulling her hard to the door.
tris reached for the robe on the bed. "Leave it!" growled the Lord. She looked pleading into the gray eyes. Surely she did not have to walk back to their chambers with out a stitch. But she could not ask. Obedience was the only recourse. "yes my Lord." The lump in her throat got in the way. She could barely be heard. Nessa raised an eyebrow and tris moved.
Nessa walked fast behind her wench. She loved how breasts and bottom quivered with each quick step. She came up close behind and gripped an arm. She would get them to their rooms fast. Her strides were long. tris stumbled. She pulled hard and dragged the now crying girl along. Nessa felt the beast released inside her.
tris new what was coming. She knew also that Nessa did not need a reason and therefore tris could not beg for forgiveness.... only for mercy. She did. Her Lord was lost to the wild nature that defined her.
Once inside their chambers, Nessa shoved tris to the floor and watched the pretty breasts shake when she scrambled to her knees. "You know what I need tris." Nessa hissed. She felt a stab of heat run through her at the look of fear in her wench's eyes as she watched her remove her belt.
tris raised her hands in a gesture of pleading but knew it was only an act of desperation. She would be whipped. The stinging blows started on her back. She scrambled to the bed crying out that she wanted only to please Nessa.
"Hold on to the bedpost tris and don't let go." Nessa's voice was surprisingly calm. tris held on. Every time that wicked strap fell on her ass she jerked forward, slamming her body against the post. Every time it fell she screamed out the pain. Every time it fell she felt a hot need come surging into her cunt. It ended at last. tris held herself drooping to the post sobbing in gasps.
Nessa stood behind the crying tris. She dropped the belt and opened her britches. A hand snaked down to her wetness and lingered, pressing, fingering, rubbing the slickened clit while she watched the still writhing and welted body before her. She went to tris and whispered hotly, "Still want to please me tris?" She panted as she rubbed. Her voice was shaky, "What pleases me tris?"
The wench understood the dark lord's desire. It was matched by her own. She slowly moved away from the bedpost. She dropped to her hands and knees, spreading her legs wide, knowing her Lord was watching. She heard the sound of leather britches pulling off long powerful legs. The sudden wet heat of Nessa's pussy slammed against her sore ass.
Nessa straddled one welted ass cheek. She could feel the heat from the whipped flesh pressing against her. She pushed three long fingers into her wench. She pushed hard as she rocked on the heated ass. She reached an arm down around tris' tummy. She grabbed the wet sopping pussy and held firm. tris moaned. Nessa rocked and fucked the girl hard.
Quickly pulling fingers out of tris' cunt, Nessa pushed them hard into the now screaming girl's asshole. Aaahhh. This was it. This was the pleasure she had to have. She pumped steady now, matching the push of her cunt with the push of her fingers. She climbed. Somewhere inside, Nessa soared. Pulling out and pushing in while holding her tris captive and crying, excited the Lord beyond description. Her climax ripped through her. The sound of it was a wild howl that would have terrified the bravest soul in any other setting.
tris was in the grip of her own ecstasy. This pain was what brought her to heights unknown before Nessa. The fingers pressing so hard on her pussy and the fingers fucking her soft insides blended in sensations so intense, tris thought she might pass out. But first she would have the completion. She felt it coming from deep in her. It shook her like the quaking earth. She threw her head back and yelled out the rapture of it.
They unwrapped from how they were. Nessa picked her beloved tris up and swept her to the bed. They lay together just listening to their own breathing. They slept the deep sleep.
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The End - 'Possession' & Bard and a Harp' - by Lord Nessa and Klancy7