Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Bold Wench
by tris & Mistress Ikarias
March 14th, 2002
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(tris) --
Tris had been busy these last few days. The recent battles with the awful warlord Tantalas had not only taken a toll on Warriors and wenches... but on their clothes as well. She had been asked by nearly everyone to either mend torn garments or to make new ones. Her skills as a seamstress afforded her a new kind of place among the Kindred. She wasn't only Tris the wench, she was Tris the necessary wench.
Tris just finished the last touches on a beautiful shirt. It was a fine rose color, made of good silk so it shimmered in the right light. It had large billowing sleeves and a wide collar. This will look grand on the dashing Ikarias she thought. She imagined the contrast with the silver scales.
The Dragon Lord did not answer her door. Tris was sure she was around. She was healing nicely but not really well enough to be going out. Tris decided to search the lodge. She stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down into the large dining hall. She could see nearly all of the bottom floor from here. There! She was sitting with one foot propped up on a chair while she tossed pieces of popcorn into a hat set four or five paces in front of her.
Tris watched the play of muscle in the Dragon Warrior's back and arm as she moved. A rush of heat filled her sex. She wondered what this Lord liked to do to wenches. She wondered and hoped. In fact, she planned to find out.
It had been a while now since that fiasco when Tris ran smack into Ikarias in an outrageous attempt at flirting. She liked the looks of the half-dragon. More than that, she was fascinated. She would approach again. This time, she would be steady and she would not fear Nessa. She felt a jab at her heart at the thought of her former Lord and lover. Quickly, she shook off all thought of the Dark Butch. She began her approach toward Ikarias.
"Looks like you must be bored to be playing at such a game, my Lord." Tris had a beautiful smile. Ikarias turned to see the little beauty standing beside her. The eyes. They were the mesmerizing factor. Tris nearly lost composure looking into them. She held up the shirt. "F... for you, my Lord." Her own eyes could not stay. She looked down aware that she was flushed about the face and neck.
Ikarias stood tall next to the girl. She lifted the shirt from Tris' arm. She took a small hand into her own and lifted it to her lips to softly kiss. "Shall we go to my room to try it on, little one?" Her voice and her eyes were knowing. It was as if she had been waiting for the wench. She raised a brow and held it. "Well?"
Tris was paralyzed. "I... I... yes, my Lord" she answered. She managed to swallow, look up at those eyes and say, "I wish to give you pleasure, Lord Ikarias." Then the nervous, hot and overjoyed little wench turned toward the stairway and on to the half-dragon's room.
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(Ikarias) --
Ikarias had her aim back, if the lack of scattered popcorn was any indication. Her side was a tad stiff, that hole in her arm was filling in nicely, and the new part in her hair was dashing. Soft footsteps resolved themselves into the lovely tris, with a rose ash colored shirt...
The girl was flirting outrageously with her, and since she no longer was with Nessa, Ikarias could certainly amuse herself with the lovely wench. She had no illusions that tris would be more than a delightful tumble. Nessa and tris were two sides of the same coin. Ikarias would just be one coin next to another, give the girl a thorough blissful fucking and leave her wanting to have her Lord Nessa back.
The half-dragon's room at the corner was spacious and had a marvelous view of the lake. It also had a large four poster, which posts were reinforced by copper bands. Rings were set in strategic places and an assortment of toys and accessories sat in the chest by the wall.
She closed the door behind them and looked at the beautiful wench. Ikarias held out her arms, the new silk shirt in her hand.
"Well? I've never had a ladies' maid, but you'll do."
Then she put her hand on her hips, "Though I think you'd do better with wearing less... I like to see what my maids look like, before I let them assist me..."
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(tris) --
Tris knew what Ikarias was saying. She liked how she felt when this Warrior looked at her. She felt luscious and wanted. She turned to face her one time lover. She gripped the edge of either side of her shirt front and pulled it open. Her pretty breasts fell forward and jiggled nicely. She knew it was nice. She could feel her nipples hardening.
Ikarias waited patiently while Tris did a slow sensuous strip for her. Tris would not have thought to tease the Lord. She really wanted to give pleasure. She wanted to receive pleasure. She could see in this dragon woman's eyes that pleasure was forthcoming. A look she came to recognize as pure lust shaded the Warriors face. Her own breathing got heavier.
At last she stood naked before the mysterious Ikarias. She walked up close, she lost all dread. One hand took the pretty new shirt the other reached for the scaly side of the dragon woman's face. It was amazingly soft and smooth. Tris held her hand to Ikarias' face and ran her thumb along those thick sensuous lips. She looked into the crystal eyes and said. "May I help you undress, my Lord?" The thick sound of her own voice surprised her.
Ikarias reached around the wench's waist and pulled her close. Face to face, her hot breath mingled with the girl's. "That is what you are her for isn't it, Tris? To undress me... pleasure me?" She watched as the wench shivered and nodded. "Then be doing it, little one." She suddenly dipped a hand down and cupped the wet naked pussy. She pressed fingers into that soft wetness, still holding Tris at the waist with one hand and holding her gaze with her eyes.
Tris could barely breath. She didn't want to be obvious but that was too bad. It could not be helped. Her sex was dripping now. Ikarias had it all over a hand. Oh how good those fingers felt. "My Lord, I cannot move to help you." she whispered.
Ikarias let her loose but stayed close. When Tris could breath again she reached up and pulled the shirt from the Warrior's shoulders. She ran her hands over sweet plump breasts. She pulled the shirt away. Just as she tried to fit a hand into the new shirt, that same hand bunched up the rose silk and tossed it on a chair. Ikarias stood waiting.
Tris fumbled with the front of the half-dragon's britches. Her throat felt tight and dry. She had the britches sliding over the butch's hips when she heard a moan escape from her own mouth. Finally they stood naked together.
Ikarias pulled Tris back in close. She lowered her head and took that pouting mouth with her own fierce lips. She broke the kiss and picked the wench up as if there were no wounds to care for. She carried her swiftly to the bed.
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(Ikarias) --
Ikarias laid the delectable morsel out on the bed, "Relaz," she said softly, grinning for she knew the wench was far from relaxed.
tris lay face down, tiny shudders running down her body. She arched her back a little, her sweet ass bouncing. Ikarias lay on her right side and with her dragon hand, traced little abstract lines over the girl's back, back and forth, giving tris a taste of what scales feel like. Spirals on each ass cheek and then zigzags across the back of her thighs.
The girl moaned arching her hips as the half-dragon's rough delicate strokes energized her flesh, awakening every inch and far, so far from where she wanted to feel it. A small mew came from her as the frustration built. She went to turn and received a hard SWAT!
"You'll not turn over until I allow you..." Ikarias said quietly, dragging a finger against the scales down the entire length girl's spine. Her hips ground into the bed and her legs opened hoping the half-dragon would take the hint.
Ikarias inhaled the sweet honey that was quite evident coming from tris, but she wasn't going to make it easy, just very very tortuous before she allowed the wench to release.
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(Ikarias) --
The girl's fingers clenched and unclenched as the rough satiny touches went all over her back and legs. Tris was ready to scream with frustration and she knew the warrior knew it. Her skin was tingling as if it had been asleep and now was awake from every cell. Who would have thought her shoulder blades, and her inner calves, and the back of her knees could be so alert? She thought the light strokes on her feet would tickle but the half-dragon had used enough pressure to make it feel more like a scratching, outlining each toe, and they still felt that raspy tracing.
Having mixed skin was a blessing and a curse. Ikarias knew from early unsatisfactory personal experience that to make certain activities more pleasurable, involving the whole body made for a very happy ending.
"Up on your knees," the half-dragon whispered and Tris' ass shot up like an arrow from a bow. Ikarias' knelt behind her and dragged her scaled fingers once between the warm swollen labia then thrust deep inside the soaked girl.
The suddenness made Tris cry out in surprise. The incredible sensations the half-dragon's fingers made slipping in and out of her, made each cry thereafter longer and deeper. A match to the thrusting pattern Ikarias set.
Ikarias pressed herself to one of the girl's firm ass cheeks, pushing with every long stroke inside Tris. Her moans blended deeper with the wench's higher cries.
"Let me hear your pleasure," Ikarias' voice was gruff as her thumb slick with Tris' juices slipped into the girl's ass and she burst, shattering under the violence of the orgasm.
The half-dragon stiffened as well, pressed hard against the fulsome globe, dripping over the girl's pale flesh. When she found herself, Ikarias withdrew carefully from the wench's inner core, still clenching, the small form shaking. She lay next to the trembling Tris and held her close.
"I just may recommend your personal therapy for all ailing warriors, sweet Tris," Ikarias smiled and kissed the girl softly.
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The End - 'Bold Wench'- by Mistress Ikarias & tris