Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Free & Bold
by Lord Nessa, Ikarias, Ally, & Killian
February 6th, 2002
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(Nessa) --
tris watched her Lord walk across the dining hall of the Lodge. Her back was straight, but she didn't walk stiffly. She was fluid in movement. The wench couldn't help but notice how nice and firm Lord Nessa's ass was, and how it swayed slightly with her stride. Those britches fit the Celt well. tris took pride in her new found seamstress abilities. She learned quickly and had a knack for it.
Nessa weaved through tables on her way to the bar. tris watched how naturally the Warrior smiled at friends as she went. It was easy to see that her lover was liked among the Kindred. The little wench perked up with added interest when she saw Nessa stop at the table where Klancy sat with dj. They were talking back and forth. They laughed and talked some more.
Klancy and Alison were the only other Warriors who ever talked to tris. The girl thought that was probably good since she developed crushes on every Warrior who gave her attention, and it would not do to have too many on her mind at once. Klancy was certainly handsome to look at though. tris allowed herself to stare from her darkened table.
Then she looked at dj. She was the one they called wenchy. She was also the only wench Klancy ever really looked at. tris thought she was beautiful. Nessa told her that dj was smart too. She said she was always helping with one thing or another. She noticed how free and bold dj was. She thought she would like to be like her. Free and bold and able to say things without the words getting tangled in her throat.
Nessa shifted off then. She made her way to the bar for root beer. tris' gaze followed. She moved in her seat and realized that she was wet at her center. This was happening off and on all day. Watching her Lord and thinking about Warriors wasn't doing anything to help matters. But she wanted to feel this heat, and she wanted to carry it through to a sizzling end.
Their lovemaking was just that lately. Loving. Nessa wasn't always ruthless, and lately she barely mussed the wench's hair when she took her. tris was beginning to wonder if her Lord still felt the wildness for her that she had always known her to feel since they met months ago. She wanted that back.
It was an unfortunate thing that she never learned to ask for what she wanted. So many games and misunderstandings could have been avoided. Still, games often made life interesting, as long as no one really got hurt. tris began to wonder if Nessa would pay more attention to her if she thought the girl was losing interest herself... maybe looking at other Warriors in a way that might make the Celt jealous.
tris decided to try. She swept her gaze over the room. Her sparkling eye finally landed on the Lord Ikarias. Oooh. Now there was an intense Warrior, and one tris would love to flirt with. She wouldn't let it get dangerous. Still, the very idea of testing such danger thrilled her. She stood up.
The low neck on her shirt gave a thirty percent view of her breasts. She knew it. The golden colored shirt tucked into the top of a flowing lavender skirt, tight at the small waist, added a nice curve to her hips. She knew this. Earrings and bracelets tinkled with her movements. The silver against her tan skin was striking. She knew this too.
The only thing she didn't know was how exactly one went about flirting. She nearly lost nerve as she approached the mysterious Warrior with the dark gray hair and the glorious scales. She focused on the booted foot that rested on a chair as Ikarias stood talking to Alison. She would pretend to be dj. She would just walk right up to the beautiful dragon Warrior and say... something.
Just then Ikarias looked up and straight into tris' eyes. tris was spellbound. She had never seen such eyes. She could not stop staring and worse, she could not stop walking. The little wench with the big intentions walked right into the astonished Ikarias and bounced back. She lost her footing and fell dead on her pretty ass. The dragon Lord glowered down at tris as if she were a bad dream.
Alison came swooping round the table and stood by Ikarias' side. She glared at the sitting and somewhat stunned wench. "tris! What..... are you doing?" The gentle Warrior did not wait for an answer before she leaned down and took one of tris' arms to help her to her feet.
Grateful that Alison was there and highly embarrassed by her own failed tactics, tris barely noticed the grip on the arm that Alison did not have hold of. She was on her feet before she looked up into steel gray eyes. Her heart seemed to jump into her throat keeping her voice to a squeak. "My... Lord... I was just... I was... " tris swallowed. She could not finish. What would she say?
What would dj say? "Oh, my Lord, I was just walking across the room in this rather round about direction in search of you when I ran into the handsome lord Ikarias." tris doubted that dj would say such a thing because dj would never put herself in such a position. tris knew she was in for it and worse, she would have to explain that she only wanted her Lord's attention.
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(Ikarias) --
Ikarias was startled when the lovely tris walked up, bounced down, and showed a lavish amount of cleavage that was turning the most interesting shade of pink.
Alicat helped the flustered girl up.
"Would you like a chair, little one? Or perhaps you could borrow kil's cushion for that knock on your derriere?" The half-dragon kept her grin to less than devouring, damn but the girl was a delight to look at. She was also Nessa's partner. She looked at her questioningly with her gold eye and her cyan one, "Can I help you get off? Er get out? Get a drink? WAITRESS!"
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(Nessa) --
Nessa watched fascinated while tris got up from their table and walked toward Ikarias. The girl looked funny somehow, like she was play acting or something. It was so unlike her to approach anyone, let alone such a Warrior as Ikarias. Nessa walked faster. What in the name of bridgit's britches was the wench doing! The Celt stopped short in her stride when she witnessed her wench walk headlong into Lord Ikarias.
Heads turned from all directions. Alison was on the spot. Nessa noticed how tris' shirt was open and exposing perky breasts for anyone to see... for the Lord Ikarias to see. Nessa was stunned. Had tris lost her mind or was she telling the whole lodge something she hadn't yet told her Lord? Nessa opted for the latter, though she doubted tris meant to share it with the whole lodge. This was a planned statement gone awry.
Nessa paid more attention to what was going on with tris than she let on. She knew for some time now that the wench was aching for the dark touch. It seemed somehow important to the Warrior that tris take some responsibility and ask for it. Nessa felt that she was always the one to initiate sexual encounter between them. She even told tris that she wanted to hear her desire. But the lass was shy... until now.
Apparently, her need had driven her to pushing her Warrior with circumstance rather than words. Alright, Nessa would bite the bait. The girl would learn to speak up. She would now get a lesson she had not bargained for.
After standing with some help, tris tried not to look at the dragon Warrior. Those eyes were mesmerizing. She focused now on the fact that she was a spectacle and a rather silly one at that. Her embarrassment showed in the shades of red on her skin spreading from her rather deep cleavage to the top of her skull.
The kind Lord said something about a drink and called for a waitress while Alison stepped in front of the girl and attempted to close her shirt front. Alison noticed Nessa walking fast to the scene and spoke softly to tris. "I fear you've done it now, little one. Your Lord approaches." She stepped away from tris then. Nessa took her place standing over the young wench.
tris didn't look up. She knew the Dark Butch was there before Alison said anything. She could sense the Lord's presence. She felt her throat go dry and her legs go weak. A curled hand came under her chin and lifted her face. She looked into hard steel gray. The color that was beaming so profusely the moment before, drained from her now. "My Lord Nessa... I... will explain... " A long finger went to her mouth and eyebrows raised in signal for her silence. tris held still.
Nessa looked over at Ikarias. "I beg your pardon for the rude manners and flagrant display from my wench, good Lord. But you see, there is so much she has not yet learned."
Lord Ikarias smiled and bowed deeply. "No pardon needed, I am sure, Lord Nessa."
"You are gracious. But my tris must learn to behave herself. I beg your indulgence and the indulgence of the lodge by asking you all to witness her lesson tonight." The Celt spoke loudly enough for all the lodgers to hear. She looked back down into the pretty face still held up by her hand. "You will get what you want little tris. You will not only learn to ask... you might even be begging before I finish." It was a low voice but tris knew others were hearing.
Realization hit her. She froze. The thought of these people... these Warriors... Klancy, all watching her lord rule her in that dark way terrified her. She tried to speak, to plead that it not be so. "no... no" It was tiny. She knew her Lord would do what she would do and begging only served to goad the darkness. Tears were all she had and they flowed by themselves. Even if she didn't want them they came.
Lord Nessa leaned down to tris and spoke in her ear. "Be still lass. Don't you bloody move." It might have been chilling if it hadn't been filled with so much heat. Nessa moved around to stand behind her trembling wench. She stood looking at Ikarias over tris' head and said, "I believe my little slut wanted to show you something, only she forgot that she needed my permission to do that. So now I give the permission, and now I do the showing." With that, Nessa reached around the lass with both hands and grabbed at tris' shirt at the open edges. She pulled out wide and tore the shirt in half. Beautiful bouncing mounds and nipples greeted the stares of all in the room.
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(Ikarias & Ally) --
Ikarias put her drink down and applauded politely, "She's a very lovely lass, Nessa. As much as I see, I wouldn't mind seeing more. I always had a fondness for suspending recalcitrant wenches nude and upside down. It makes for an interesting view and easy access for reminders from their Warriors..."
Alison chimed in, "Should have warned you all about her propensity to hang wenches upside down...once dear kindredm she even did it to Moi. Not being able to see took away from My enjoyment of it, so I made her promise not to do it to Me anymore. I reminded her of a certain deep, dark secret she needs kept...to protect the innocent you know. Sometimes blackmail gets such a bad rap."
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(killian) --
killian watched from near the fire. She wanted so to run in and throw herself at Nessa, and protect her little friend from this treatment. killian was about to do something she would regret when she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Xena. The tall warrior waited for killian's startled awareness to take hold. The blush made Xena sure of her instincts about how her friend was towards those she cared about. Xena held killian's expression for a long minute, then leaned down to the worried sub's ear and spoke.
"killian. Look deep into tris' eyes. If you don't see desire there, I promise you I will go over there and stop what is about to happen myself. Look."
killian turned with Xena still restraining her. The warrior knew how killian's heart worked. killian looked, and looked deeper. Sure enough, way back, behind the fear was a pulsing heat that was obvious if you looked close enough. killian eased herself into a calmer stance. Xena, being always careful, kept her hand on killian's shoulder, just to let her know that she in fact understood.
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(Nessa) --
Nessa let the shredded shirt drop to the floor. She moved up to tris and reached around her again. She leaned down till her lips were just to the girl's ear and spoke low. "Trust me lass." She knew the girl was terrified.
Nessa's words were the only thing that held tris from fainting. She did trust her Lord, but she didn't want to be taken like this in front of the whole Lodge. All that Warrior lust was a bit overwhelming. The Ooh's and ah's she heard when her shirt was ripped off confirmed the acceptance and support for Nessa's actions.
She felt her Warrior's hands moving up from her tummy to her breasts. Her nipples were already stiff in display of her heat. She wished that part wasn't so obvious. She waited for the hard pinch to those nipples. She knew it was coming. The pain of it shot through and down to her cunt where it pounded. Pain and pleasure blended. She sucked in a deep breath. Fingers pinched harder. tris felt the tears coming again. She heard the Warrior speak. "Is this what you wanted, tris?"
A sob caught as she answered, because she knew it would do no good to plead. She tried anyway. "Yes, my Lord. But please, not in front of everyone...Klancy is watching and .... and killian... please???"
"Well now, lass," Nessa twisted the sweet swollen nipples. She pulled tris harder into her. "You started the public display when you decided to act like a whore. Now, I don't mind you being a whore, but you are MY whore! If you didn't understand that before... it will be understood now. It is too late to turn back."
Suddenly, Nessa reached around the wench and hiked her up by the waist to carry her under an arm against her strong hip. tris dangled helplessly as she was carried roughly to the stage. The Lord strode to the center of the stage and set the half naked wench on her feet. "Take off that skirt now tris." She ordered. tris obeyed.
The lodgers watched quietly as the pretty girl stripped. She was a beauty. They saw her tremble to the voice of her Lord when ordered to her knees. The wench was obedient. She did her master's bidding all through the display. She removed the belt from around Nessa's waist when ordered. She leaned back, arms behind her and took a whipping to her gorgeous mounds.
She went forward to her hands and knees when ordered to do it and faced the crowd. Her face changed from a showing of pain when her Lord entered her from behind, to a show of pleasure as she was fucked harder and harder. Then Nessa reached around the girl and lifted her back up to her knees. The phallus was visible and still inside the squirming girl as Nessa pumped. It was beautiful to watch how the strong Warrior lifted and moved the girl up and down on that thing. Oh, and then Nessa's hand clapped down on the wet little pussy and squeezed. The wench screamed out her climax as if she were flying to another world.
The room was filled with heated Warriors and wenches. They disbursed to take care of their own needs. Nessa pulled tris into her arms and kissed her deeply. tris seemed to be in complete joy. The worst was over and it turned out to be the best. She rested her head on her beloved Nessa's shoulder while her lord swooped her into her arms and carried her to their room. Nessa intended to lose control of her real wildness now that they would be in private. She only hoped tris would speak her needs after this display... one would think.
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(Alison) --
The Lady Alison watched the display between Her dear friend and the tiny one. Alison knew tris loved being taken by her lord as only Nessa could do, she could see it on tris' face and in her eyes. She saw the effect it had on all those who witnessed it and was painfully aware of Her pet's absence. Alison quietly slipped off to Her room. Everywhere She looked she was reminded of Her fair maiden, and Alison couldn't help but notice it seemed like the life had been sucked out of the room. She started a roaring fire in the fireplace, but it did nothing to lessen the cold emptiness inside of Her.
She knew fair maiden had to take this journey, that did not mean Alison liked it, in fact, She hated it, but also knew fair maiden needed to take it. She sat in Her chair staring into the fire, beseeching the Gods to watch over fair maiden and see her safely home with all speed. Once more Alison fell asleep on the rug in front of the fire. She just couldn't bring Herself to sleep alone in the bed that was theirs.
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(Nessa) --
Nessa padded down the corridor to Alison's room. The floor was cold this time of morning. It was before dawn after all. Nessa balanced a tray with two steaming cups of Earl Gray and wondered in her thoughtfulness why she didn't think to pull her boots on.
She reached Alison's door and knocked hard and fast. (eh, eh) She knew her friend slept soundly and would probably need rousing. To her surprise the door opened quickly. Alison stood, fully dressed and frowning. "What in Gaia's name are you doing Nessa? You knocked loud enough to wake the dead!" Alison turned into the room and left the door open for Nessa.
The Celt hopped through the door and spotted the fire. Yes! she was happy to see it. She also took the room in at a glance. The bed was clearly not slept in the previous night. The fire was roaring as if it had been stoked all night. Alison was fully dressed but somewhat rumpled. "Well, from the looks of you my friend, you are not yet dead but well on your way." Nessa quipped.
Alison threw Nessa a sharp look through bloodshot eyes. She dropped to a large chair in front of the fire. "Why are you here, Nessa?" Her voice was tired sounding.
Nessa set the tray down to the floor. She handed a cup of the steaming tea to her sad friend. She took her own cup and went to stand by the fire. "I saw you leave the Hall last night. I thought you might need a cup of tea and a friend to share it with. I brought both."
Alison looked at this tall woman in bare feet standing at her fire at this unbelievably early hour. Tears formed and spilled over. Her heart hurt. She missed her fair maiden. She knew she didn't have to say these things for her friend to understand. She smiled up at last and said all she could say. "Thank you my friend."
They were quiet for a long time. When Nessa broke the silence. "I know you need your twilight." She started. "Would it help to know that others need you? I need you. tris needs you, Alison." Silent understanding passed between them.
The Gentle Warrior leaned forward in her chair. "Thank you. I think that will be nice. Just not yet, Nessa. Please tell the little lass that I love her." She watched Nessa nod acceptance. "I love you too, my friend."
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The End - 'Free & Bold' - by Lord Nessa, Ikarias, Ally, & Killian