(Kindred, if there is such a category as dungeon/hurt/comfort, this entry belongs in that category)

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Summer was waning. Wild flowers scattered sparsely now, though their colors still brightened the green mountain meadow surrounding the Lodge. Nessa breathed in a huge lungful of fresh air and let it sift out slowly as she walked toward the practice field. The Celt was moving at a strong, steady pace. Gray eyes focused on the field ahead. She was on a mission.

“Thwack!” The knife sliced into the wooden board, taking it’s place in perfect alignment with the five other blades embedded there. Shasa was fierce and precise with these weapons. It was early morning. The sailor absorbed the sense of freshness brought on by the new day.

Shasa worked each knife out and walked back to the throwing mark. With her back still to the board, the sailor suddenly pivoted on one foot and tossed. The blade handle left her hand before she saw a blur of thick reddish hair where her target was supposed to be.

Nessa shifted in time to hear the blade come streaking passed her face, catching a healthy portion of the sandy red mass, pinning it to the board behind her.

All color drained from Shasa’s face. “Nessa” she whispered. Standing still, her eyes were wide with the horror of what might have happened. Then she felt the rush of relief for what did happen. She said, “Nessa, I didn’t see you. Thank Brigit’s eyes for your quickness.”

Eyes the color and hardness of steel glowered at the astonished sailor. Nessa freed her hair from the target board. She spoke through her teeth. “Perhaps you would have been more grateful if I were less quick.”

Shasa’s jaw dropped. ”What!” Fury surged at the implication. “How fucking dare you! Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Nessa held her eyes steady, aware of the knives in her slut’s hands and the underlying animosity that Shasa was carrying. She moved slowly toward her friend. “It is supposed to mean that you are angry with me and you are taking it out on just about everybody else. It is supposed to mean that I am here to rectify things lass.” She moved another step.

Shasa lifted her brow. “Oh I am angry with you huh? It’s all about you isn’t it Warrior? And what he hell do you mean, I am taking it out on everybody else? Name just one!”

“You are a mean little drunk. I saw Aria.”

“Oh, and Aria complained?” Shasa smirked sarcastically. “I don’t think so.”

“Aria wouldn’t complain and it is not about Aria… and it is not about me. It is about you and the fucking dishonest way you disguise what you feel!” Nessa was close now.

Shasa erupted. “What the fuck do you know about how I feel! You are so fucking busy wagging your tail after Killian, you can’t comprehend any other feeling! You are nothing but a lost little warrior living on your knees in front of a little sub!” Shasa screamed. She was getting into this tirade and failed to notice the look on the Celts face. It was a look that meant she had gone too far.

Before Shasa could scream out one more insult a large open hand came crashing into her face. She reeled back and fell. Knives flew from her hand and scattered harmlessly on the ground.

Quickly twisting to her feet in a crouch, the sailor lunged forward. The move was powered by all the pain and fury she had been feeling for the Celt in recent weeks. She rammed full force into Nessa’s mid-section with her head.

“Ooof!” Nessa lost her breath, her footing and her mistaken idea that Shasa would not fight passionately. She barely got half a breath pulled back in when the sailor stepped back, swung a booted foot around in a half circle and landed a full kick to the side of her head. The impact knocked the tall woman around and stunned her. She was on her knees before she knew it. Then she felt Shasa on her back with legs wrapped around her, pinning her arms in place. One sinewy arm locked around Nessa’s throat.

Shasa felt her advantage and with it came a sense of elation. This damn woman had been filling her dreams and her heart for too long. Always close and never close enough. Always caring in every way but right!!! Damn it felt good to best her in a fight!

But it was not over. Nessa understood that Shasa was agile and fast and was skilled in some damn good fighting moves. But Nessa had size and strength over the sailor. She was not without her own skill. She leaned to get a foot under her as the sailor squeezed those legs in a grip around the Celts arms and middle.

Shasa felt both bodies lifting under Nessa’s powerful legs. She saw Nessa’s head go forward just before it pitched back, hitting her hard at the bridge of her nose. The sailor blacked out. She came to on the ground, choking on the blood that spattered out of her nose and down her throat.

She tried to scramble up but the Celt was there twisting her fist into the slut’s hair. She heard the scream rip from her own throat as she was jerked to standing by her hair. This was not good.

Nessa pulled the slut’s wrists behind her back with one hand and mashed the beautiful body against her own. “I’ll be showing you who is the lost little warrior. You’ll wish you had thought better of your bitter words” the Celt hissed.

Shasa was good in combat. If this was any other adversary she could have put up a better fight. But this was Nessa. It wasn’t just that the warrior was bigger. She held Shasa in a power that always seemed to paralyze the otherwise more than competent fighter. She arched her back as Nessa pulled up. Her feet were nearly dangling and pain was screaming in her head.

Finally Nessa let go of Shasa’s hair. Her rage settled into another focus. She ripped the beauty’s shirt to rags and watched those plump breasts shake as she did it. She slapped at those beautiful mounds until she heard Shasa begging. It touched off the darkness that lay dormant in the Irish lord. “You’ll fucking scream now.” Nessa threw the slut to the ground and pulled her belt from her britches. “Take the rest of your clothes off Bitch!” She screamed and slammed the belt down on a bare back.

Nessa whipped Shasa all over that field, demanding that the slut strip. Shasa struggled. Between screams and blows and through the pain, she managed to get her boots and pants off. She lost sight of where she was really. Pain and that wicked stinging belt was all there was. Finally she huddled against the wooden target board. She wasn’t screaming now. The belt stopped. She writhed and moaned and cried.

Nessa stood over her, watching. She opened her britches, exposing the trademark phallus. She saw Shasa’s eyes land and stick to it. “What now slut?” She leaned down and gripped the lass under her chin. “I think you better ask for a fuck. Isn’t that what you like slut? I believe ‘fuck me raw’ would be appropriate! Ask!” Nessa was livid.

Shasa jumped at the command. She didn’t have a choice now. She knew that. “Fuck me Nessa” she croaked from a dry throat.

“Hmm? I didn’t hear that.” Nessa squeezed. Their eyes met.

“Fuck me r…raw. Please Nessa!” Shasa burst and began a sobbing that was a festering need for release of a pain she was carrying within.

Nessa reached around the little waist and pulled the girl to her knees. She turned Shasa’s whole body around to face the target board. Nessa shoved the sailor up against it. “Keep those hands on the board and stick your ass out to me… NOW!” The warrior knelt down behind the slut. She pushed the phallus into swollen lips. She began rocking into Shasa with a force. Harder and harder she pounded. She could hear the slut begging “Please Nessa… let me…”

Nessa relented. She would not be able to keep herself at bay much longer. “Rub your pussy slut!” she ordered. No sooner did Shasa reach into her folds and press on that wet clit than her climax hit like a battering ram. Nessa kept slamming into that sweet cunt and listened to the sound of ecstasy belting from the sailor. She was beyond waiting now. She reached the pinnacle of bliss. She yelled out hard and wild.

Nessa lifted the limp body of her friend into her arms and walked to the water barrels. She sat on the bench with the slut still in her arms. She dipped her scarf into a water barrel and washed the blood and dirt from the sailors face. Her heart surged love for her. Gentleness won out. She kissed softy all over Shasa’s face and neck. She watched those bright eyes open.

She held Shasa like that through the morning, rocking and whispering sweet words to her. She knew that her friend felt abandoned but could not speak of it. Nessa brought her lips down to kiss Shasa deep and long. When she ended the kiss she whispered into a small ear. “I’m not going anywhere lass. I’ll be right here.”

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The End - 'Fever at Dawn' - by Lord Nessa

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