Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Growing, Learning, & Acceptance
by Lord Nessa
December 31st, 2001
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(Stable Time) --
tris was well placed and cared for between killian and the fair twilight. She was having a good time with her friends. She was obviously fascinated with the contest as well. Klancy was in true form and good humor. The competing Warriors were most perfect in their display of skills. She thought these were all the most wonderful and amazing people alive.
Life had taken on such rich meaning for tris now that she was here. She felt that she woke up into this special place from out of hell itself. killian taught her the meaning of friendship. tris knew this to be the first person she had ever loved. It changed her to feel it, this love. killian's hand had the warmest, cleanest touch to it. tris was never afraid of killian. She was afraid for her sometimes though. She saw how her friend got into trouble a lot and thought maybe it was because she was so impulsive, like a wild colt.
Then there was her Lord. A hot spurt shot to her center when she thought about Nessa. No woman had laid hands on her before Nessa. No one stirred feelings in her like her Warrior. tris felt a sense of safety that was not possible before her Lord swept her into those powerful arms. She loved what her Lord loved. She wanted to give everything she was to Nessa. She wanted to give it precisely because Nessa wanted it given. When the warrior first found her in the forest, she was unable to give and Nessa just took without caring. Nessa was still forceful but different now. tris thought with a flutter of hope that the tall Celt just might feel love for her.
She wished Nessa had stayed to watch the contest with her. She even wondered why such a skilled fighter did not join the other Warriors. They were her friends after all. The incredible Klancy was the one who fought Nessa to keep them from leaving. tris knew she would be forever grateful for that. But Nessa had avoided being very social since the Lord Sirius came and took sarah. tris thought she was like a wounded wild thing, shying and hiding from the source of the wound.
"Hey tris, wake up girl" killian snapped fingers at tris' face. "what are you doing? Dreaming? Here? Now?" She grinned down at her friend. "you're missing this."
tris smiled back and attempted to act part of the crowd again but kept thinking of how straight and smoothly Lord Nessa walked when she left for the stables. Her soft green shirt was open at the neck. The sleeves were those kind that billowed like a flag when she swung her arms. Her Lord was handsome. tris stood up. She pulled at killian's arm till she stopped cheering and whispered in her ear. She got a nod from her friend and headed for the stables hoping Lord Nessa was still there.
Nessa breathed the air of this beautiful day as if she could take all that wonder into herself with each breath. She got to the stable and pulled the latch of the stall where her beloved mare stood waiting. It had been too long since she talked the soothing talk to the animal as she brushed her. It was a ritual between them. Tuttle snickered and tossed her head in approval. She settled in to the sound of the sweet strong voice and the massaging brush. This was good.
Nessa was lost in a humming that seemed to keep her thoughts still. She bristled in readiness like the Warrior she was when she heard a step on a twig. Tuttle raised her head at the sound, but was not alarmed. Nessa trusted that and relaxed. She looked up at the stable entrance and saw her little tris. "What a pretty sight you are lass." she said smiling at the girl. "Contest over?"
"N... no my Lord." tris suddenly felt a panic. She didn't know what to say. The desire to be with the Warrior overwhelmed her and pressed her to come looking. Now she just felt like a fool who had overstepped her bounds.
"What then?" Nessa's gray eyes took on a look of concern. "Is something wrong?" She took long steps toward tris. "Speak up girl! I can't be fixing something if I don't know what it is." She said this while reaching the girl and pulling her in close.
tris was nearly breathless. "I.. I just want... to be ... with you."
It was the last thing Nessa expected. But even in her surprise, she was delighted. She pulled tris in tight and watched the color in the girls face go flushing red. She felt playful.
"Exactly what do you mean by that?" she whispered. "Do you need your Lord to pull your clothes off you right here?"
Nessa tugged tris' shirt until it was open and loose from the skirt. She watched and felt tris catch a breath. With one hand she grabbed the back of the shirt and pulled it down, baring shoulders and pretty shaking breasts. She lifted the lass from the ground and held her high as she took one nipple and then the other into her mouth. She sucked and nipped until she felt tris arch and moan.
"I think my little slut needs a spanking. Is that true tris? Is that what you need?" She managed to growl between those beautiful mounds.
tris was positively melting with desire for Nessa. She knew that a spanking would get her close to cumming and she wanted it badly. She was mesmerized by her feelings.
"You had better tell me what you want little one and be clear. I want to hear it!" Nessa could feel the heat charging between them. The thought of reddening that pretty bottom thrilled her. Just doing it was her style but tris needed to take part in this. "Tris?" She still nuzzled at nipples.
"Yes, my Lord. I need your hand on me. I want to be spanked my Lord. I want you to do those things to me. Please my Lord." tris was surprised at her wantonness but was already over the brink of return.
Nessa released this sweet body and looked into tris' face. "Boudicca's bloody battles!" she thought, "My tris is coming right to me." She moved away and grabbed one little wrist. Bales of hay were situated all around the stable. She headed for the nearest one and sat down, pulling her darling bad girl across her lap as she sat.
tris was excited. She loved how it felt to lay across these strong thighs. "will you pull the panties down Lord? I... I mean please my Lord." She felt naughty and loved it. The request was real and it surprised her at herself that she made it. She felt the flimsy barrier pulled roughly down and she was at last exposed to her lusty Lord. Skirt up, panties down and ready for a hot waling.
It came. Nessa slapped down hard on the pretty ass. She spanked tris until she heard the girl cry out. She kept it up until she understood the cries to mean it might be enough. She heard tris say "No more." and listened. She stopped, amazed at herself. What a beautiful ass!
Nessa's own excitement surged in her. She pulled tris up and stood. Nessa jerked the silly little skirt away from around tris' waist. "Lay that sore ass down on the bail" she ordered. She knew the prickly hay would stick at the red sore butt and would magnify the sensations as she fucked tris. "Open your legs wide for me slut." she hissed. "You will get all that you want now."
Nessa dropped to her knees between tris' legs and very quickly plunged three fingers into her. She watched tris arch her back and writhe with the pure ecstasy of it. The sight caused a stabbing at her own center that threatened to take her too soon. She opened her trousers and pulled them to her knees with one hand while she continued to fuck tris with the other. Tris was moaning out sounds now that drove Nessa wild when she heard them. She was wearing that phallus and was glad she won the inner debate she had with herself that morning. Sometimes she chose to leave it.
She rose up over tris and pulled her fingers out. "What now slut?" she panted to the thrashing lass.
"Oooh, Oooh Fuck me Lord!" tris cried with desperation clearly in her voice. And Nessa did. tris felt that big phallus drive into her hard. It was the most beautiful thing to have her Lord lying on her and pushing into her like this. The burning on her ass as she was rocked by the fucking blended with the pulsing pleasure. She didn't know if she could wait. She was being carried by this frenzy of heat. It consumed her. "Oh My Lor...D" she panted.
Nessa pounded. She watched those pretty round breasts rock with the fucking. she heard tris moaning. She would not hold back... could not. They came together in a rhapsody of lusty cries and waves of hot ecstasy.
Nessa held tris close for a long time before they put Tuttle back in her stall and headed for their chambers. Gaia... what a beautiful day!
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(tris at the Lodge - by killian) --
Lord Nessa pulls tris along the unfamiliar hallway, strewn with boxes, and bags from all the moving.
"I don't want to go Lord. I want to stay in my room. I do not feel safe." tris struggled in her larger Protectors hands.
"lass, I am a tellin' ya that yer gonna like this treat. Now if ya don't move that ass a yourn, I am gonna take my belt to it, good and hard right here in front of everyone."
tris looked up to see several Lodgers coming in and out of there rooms, now all stopped and waiting hopefully to see the wench's sweet ass tanned.
tris hung her head and whispered, "ok, i will go, just please don't whip me here."
"Your choice lass, but i have to tell ya, I am in a real mood for a good ass whippin'"
She turned tris' small face with her rough hand. "You watch yerself girl, cause it is most assuredly your ass I be thinkin about."
They got to the door of Nessa's destination, and knocked lightly. "Come in" came the pained voice.
"killian!!" Shouted tris who flung herself headlong into the room . It took all of Warrior Nessa's considerable skill to get a hand around the lass's waist just before her leap was complete. killian breathed a pained sigh of relief, and silently thanked whatever gods or goddesses who gave Nessa her sub snatching abilities.
"What? Why cant i jump on killian?" tris pouted loudly, as she struggled in Nessa's arms.
"The lass is hurt tris, and if ya don't quit fidgeting, I promise you, you are gonna be hurting too."
tris calmed right down, and was released by Nessa. The girl came over and kneeled at killian's bed. killian smiled warmly and held out her hand. "Nice to see you sweetie," killian petted tris' hair and face like tris loved. "I hurt my back, and will be laid up for a while, but you can sit up here on the bed with me, and we can have a chat. I am sure your Warrior can spare you for a couple of hours?" killian grinned that seductive, subservient little number she had perfected. Melts Warriors big and small.
"As you wish killian. Make sure you let tris help you set this room up. You don't get to move, or your ass will be aching along with that back. hear me?" Nessa was trying to look stern, but killian's soft smile defused that ability with ease.
"Yes, Warrior, i here you. I hurt too much to lift anything but a xenatoddie anyway. Do you mind if we make our way to the hot springs so i can soak my back?"
"Just be careful. sure, you can go. tris, you help killian now, and you will report to me if killian so much as lifts a pebble out there in the springs."
tris grinned at killy.
"i will promise that she won't do that, Lord. Thank you for bringing me. I am so happy now. May i please hug you?"
Nessa looked at the girl stone faced for a minute. killian thought she may have crossed a line with the dark warrior.
"Maybe a small one, c'mere." tris ran into Nessa's arms. killian winked at the tough warrior behind tris' back.
"Ok, that's enough, " Nessa moved tris a little back and away from her. "Now you two be good. I gotta go"
killian and tris together set up her room, and tris took very good care of poor aching killian. They all hoped that healer would make it by in the next fortnight, so killian could get some relief.
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(Watcher Part 1 - by Nessa) --
The Lodge was buzzing with the activity of construction and new arrivals. Nessa thought poor dj might collapse under the pressure to get things done. She could see that the lass was in control of where things went and how things were to be built. It was a lot for one little blonde wenchy. Nessa decided that she would not add to the pressure by asking for quarters just yet.
She and tris would stay here with the group of kindred gathered at the tables. There was root beer and beloved Earl Gray in abundance. Nessa already felt a new sense of comfort with Sirius. They talked for a good bit about the battles each had come through and how they had been changed by them.
Nessa looked up and saw the Viking, Hunter come in. She stood and walked over to the serious one and threw an arm around her shoulder, walking by her side to the table of friends. "So glad you are here with us Hunter. Help us get this root beer down with a toast to our new home!" Hunter grasped Nessa's arm up to the elbow in the warriors greeting.
tris was a bit nervous in the midst of all the Warriors at the table. She moved away to a bench and sat beside rach. She smiled and greeted her quiet friend. rach was sitting crosslegged and staring at something. tris followed her gaze to a semi darkened corner. There was twi and her Lady Alison sitting at a small table. twilight was perched on her lovers lap. "What are they doing?" asked tris.
"Shh, just sit and watch." rach replied. She rested her arm around tris' waist and they watched in silence. As her eyes adjusted to the dimness her breathing got heavier with what she was seeing.
The Warrior had twilight's top pulled down to her waist exposing two very plump and pink breasts. Alison was licking the little wench's neck and ear. She was holding both wrists behind twi's back. It was firm but not harsh. The warrior's free hand rubbed and pulled and squeezed expertly at twi's breasts. twilight's head lay down to rest on Alison's strong shoulder. She looked deliciously helpless to tris with her hands held back like that and her breasts being touched in such a way.
It looked like the Warrior was talking to twi. tris wondered what she could be saying so softly to the wench. Alison's hands were strong and beautiful. They held the girl in a kind of power that went beyond and before all force. They rubbed and pulled and explored relentlessly. Alison said something just above a whisper. tris strained to hear. She knew it was a command when twilight opened her legs wide.
Lord Nessa saw tris sit by rach. She was glad to see that the lass spotted a friend. She stopped all Warrior banter as soon as she saw tris's face enthralled with something. Nessa looked to see Alison and twilight in a quiet passion dance in the corner. That was very nice but what held Nessa's attention was tris. She looked as if she was seeing what she longed for for the first time. Nessa shifted her gaze back and forth between the scene and the watchers.
Soft wetness ran warm from tris. Her heart was pounding as she beheld this sensual display. The little purple thing twilight was wearing barely covered her mound. It was easy enough to see with twi's legs spread out like that.
Alison's hand finally left the stiff nipples they were playing with and reached for twilight's cunt. tris was riveted to the sight of those strong, straight fingers moving the crotch of the string thing aside and pushing right up into twilight. tris and twilight drew in a deep breath at the same time. twi's head went back and her breasts jutted forward with Alison's entrance into her. Still, Alison held the girl's hands behind her. She lowered her head and took a stiff nipple into her mouth, nipping gently. She fucked her little wench slowly, steadily.
The heat was mounting in tris. She could barely sit there and yet she could not move. She had to watch. tris wondered how twilight could be so quiet. The fucking went on. Twilight's shoulders were shaking with a sobbing. It must have been the only release she was allowed. tris wanted to come right then. twi must have reached the pinnacle. Her beautiful body stiffened and shook out spasms that tris could almost feel. Alison held her fingers still up in the darling girl until the last shudder.
"Whew!" rach breathed. She turned to tris and smiled. "That's some homecoming." Her smile waned when she saw tears rolling down her little friend's face. She simply put her arm around the girl and hugged her close.
Nessa was held by her own set of feelings and a realization she was bound to come to sooner or later. This is what tris wanted from her. Nessa swallowed it down. She knew she could not be like Alison. Her blood ran too wild. She tempered her darkness as much as she could with tris and it had been good. But now she could see a longing in her wench that she could not satisfy.
She had to talk to Alison. As soon as she could... she had to talk to Alison.
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(Watcher Aftermath Part 2 - by Alison) --
As Alison held twilight to Her, feeling the last of the spasms working their way through the wench, She spied Nessa looking at Her. Something in Nessa's eyes concerned Alison and She wondered what is was that plagued Her friend so. Alison sat twilight down and gave her a slow sweet kiss,
"You may join your friends My pet. I'm going to take a short walk with Nessa, something is bothering her. I promise I will be right back. Now go have fun."
As Alison rose, She placed a playful swat on twi's ass then made Her way over to Nessa.
"Come, walk with Me my friend." Nessa simply got up and followed Alison out the door. They walked in silence for many moments into the forest, stopping and sitting upon a fallen log. Alison turned to Her friend.
"Now, tell Me what causes that look of unease in those beautiful eyes."
Alison placed an arm around Her friend and waited, watching Nessa battling within herself. Alison would wait...She was a very patient woman and it had served Her well...no need to change now. Something about Nessa touched Alison deeply and it hurt Her to see pain in the Dark Butch's eyes...if She could help ease it She was duty and honor bound to do so.
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(Watcher Aftermath Part 3 - by Nessa) --
Looking at Alison now, Nessa was struggling with a pain she couldn't name. She wanted to talk to her friend but now that she had the opportunity, she just gazed into those eyes, wordless. She wondered if she looked hard enough if she might see what it was that made this woman different... made her special.
She broke the silence at last. "Alison did you know you were being watched tonight?" She loved how Alison laughed. It was full and rich. Nothing was hidden.
The question struck Alison funny. Wasn't this the Warrior who picked a certain wench right up off the floor and took her hotly in front of a couple of dozen gawkers under full light? But Nessa was clearly serious and Alison brought the guffaw under control quickly. She thought answering the question might be a good tactic.
"I... ah. I really didn't think about it at the time Nessa. Can it be that it embarrassed you dear friend?" Her voice was soft and easy now.
"Embarrassed... ?" The Lord awoke with understanding of why Alison thought this question funny. She let her own smile come out a bit and said, "No, I was not embarrassed. It is not that you were being watched but who it was that was watching that I'm thinking about"
Alison knit her brow into a wondering frown. "Who?" She looked at Nessa's gray eyes expectantly.
"tris, it was tris." was all the Celt could say for the moment. She lowered her eyes away from her friend's and swallowed. She wondered why this was so hard. She looked back at Alison's still frowning face that went from wondering to deeper wondering.
Nessa released. "Alison she loved it. She wants that from me. She wanted to be twilight squirming under your fucking and your...your tender hand." She knew she had to get this thought out before she stuffed it away. "I'll not ever be like that and I know it. So I was wonderin' if you could... ah... give my tris a bit of your time. That is to say, do those things for her. J... just to allow her something she wants so badly. Could you do that for me Lady Alison? For tris?"
The smaller woman stared in astonishment at the pleading gray eyes. She knew this was not just some impulsive idea. She understood her friend to be very possessive of what was hers and tris was clearly hers. The reality filtered into her. Nessa was not giving tris to Alison for the night... she was giving Alison to tris. She wanted tris to have what Alison could give. Thoughts of that adorable wench at her touch gripped her.
"Are you sure Nessa?" She asked.
The gray gaze shifted from the ground to the face of her friend. "Yes" she answered. "I'd be grateful."
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(Answer For a Friend - Part 4 - by Alison) --
Alison sat there for a moment thinking about Nessa's request. "You do of course understand I will have to discuss this with My fair maiden. She is My first responsibility and I won't spring this on her. If I do this I will use her help. She has some wonderful skills."
A small smile crept across Nessa's face when she saw the wicked look in Alison's big brown eyes. "I bet she does my friend. I just bet she does. And of course you are right. I await your decision."
Together they made their way back to the lodge and Alison swept twilight up in Her arms and carried her outside to sit upon the same log. Alison held twilight in Her lap as She explained the request that had been made.
Alison saw a look come into twilight's eyes and it gave Her pause, then She understood the look. She took twilight's face gently in both Her hands and locked eyes with her.
"Hear this now My pet, no one is taking your place for that is an impossibility. Lord Nessa has asked a very special favor of us My lovely one. She knows tris wishes to experience the gentleness we have and She also knows it is not Her. She wishes to gift tris with what we have together. This is a great honor My pet."
Alison watched twilight making up her mind. "Then we shall do it My Lady...for tris and Lord Nessa."
Fair maiden's answer pleased Alison greatly, She wished to give this to Her friend. Alison pulled twilight close and kissed her deeply. Alison's hands sliding down and cupping that oh so perfect ass.
"Hmmm. A wee bit chilly love...I think I can change that."
Before twi could say a word Alison had pulled her across Her lap and had begun spanking her firmly, coloring fair maiden's backside. Alison slipped one hand between twi's legs and slipped three fingers inside of her...Alison's thumb circling the hardened clit firmly. She plunged Her fingers in and out deeply, curling over that spot inside that She knew drove twilight crazy. As Her fingers played inside the spanking continued...fair maiden's moans filling the air.
Quickly Alison took twilight to the edge and ordered her over it. Fair maiden obeyed very well. Alison cradled her after in Her lap and kissed her tenderly.
"Now, My pet, how about we return and I tell Nessa the news?"
"Yes My Lady."
"By the way My lovely one, one more day and you may return to your normal attire. Do NOT let this happen again or you will go around naked for a week."
"Yes My Lady, it won't happen again, i assure You."
twi had learned her lesson...going around naked for a whole week...well she would just be mortified. Together hand in hand Warrior and wench returned to hopefully ease a dear friend's mind.
As they entered, Alison's eyes found Nessa's and Alison gave a small bow of Her head to Her friend and saw a small smile grace that handsome face.
"Drinks My lovely one and bring them to Nessa's table...we have much to discuss."
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(Klancy & Tris - Part 5 - by Klancy) --
Klancy7 spoke respectfully to Nessa, and waited for the Dark Lord's nod of assent. Then she walked over to tris, who sat at Nessa's table. She saw the girl's eyes widen at her approach.
"I've asked your Lord if I may speak with you, little sister." The tall Warrior knelt by tris's chair, her movements slow and gentle, so as not to startle her. She took one of the girl's cold hands, and warmed it in her own.
"It occurred to me, sweet lass, that I hadn't welcomed you personally to our new home. We want you to know how happy we are, that you've joined our SpiritLodge."
"Thank you." tris's voice was high and faint.
"You are already dear to Lord Nessa, and the fair killian." Klancy's blue eyes were kind. "Please know you're among family now. All of us are pledged to protect you, and help you feel loved, welcome and safe here."
The Courtly Butch reached into her vest, and withdrew a small, beautiful yellow rosebud. She folded it into tris's cold hand, then leaned forward and gently kissed her cheek. "Please call on me at any time, little sister, and consider Klancy7 your friend."
The very tall Warrior winked at the young sub, then rose and sauntered back to her table.
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(Klancy & Tris - Part 6 - by Nessa) --
tris sat speechless and still. She watched Klancy walk away from her looking every bit the grand Warrior. She thought her own Lord was just a little less tall.
She liked the kind Warrior from the beginning and yet feared her. She witnessed the battle between her Lord Nessa and Klancy that early morning at the corral behind the Inn. She thought this one was at least as fierce as her Lord. For a reason she didn't quite understand, the fight determined that they would stay. For that, tris was too grateful to care about what exactly happened with the fight.
Now this respected one was calling her little sister. Telling her that she was family hit her the hardest in that place where emotion gave rise to tears. tris never knew a family. She opened her hand and looked at the yellow rosebud. Aroma rose and lingered. She breathed it in. Tears rolled down her face.
Family. It meant something. It meant she had a place in the world. She belonged somewhere... this was that somewhere. She belonged here with certain people... these were her people. She had a name which gave her identity, a sense if existing. Now she had a place to exist in and... family to exist with. The spirit within her sang.
She doubted that the wonderful Warrior really knew just what she had given with the simple, gracious welcome. tris would make certain that she would never disappoint or worry her family in any way if she could help it.
tris would be following her Lord to their new chambers soon. A thought she relished. But now she was not afraid to be on the outside of those chambers. Her big sister told her that no one would hurt her here.
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(Pure Lust - by Nessa) --
She recognized that look on Lord Nessa's face as soon as she saw the Warrior watching her from across the room. tris knew she was in for it. Those gray eyes turned near slate colored... shifting from tris to the stairway in a silent instruction for tris to obey immediately. She swallowed, she stood and she moved.
All thoughts of comfort were lost now in the fear and the undeniable excitement of what was coming. tris knew she didn't have to do anything wrong to push her lord to the lust that consumed them both.
She felt Nessa behind her on the stairs as she climbed. The heavy foot falls shook the boards. She was so close. A large hand wrapped around her upper arm as they reached the door together. tris felt her heart pick up pace. Nessa was feral already.
As soon as she folded her hand around tris' arm, The Warrior could feel the tense heat from the wench's little body. She lifted the latch of the heavy door and pushed it open wide, pulling the rapidly weakening girl inside and shoving her to the bed.
"Get ready little one. Stand and strip right now. I want to look at you."
tris wasn't sure how she managed to stand in her fear but she did. A sob escaped her as she pulled her shirt off. Unable to look at Nessa's eyes she held her gaze to the Warrior's boots. If she had been looking up she would have seen the hard slap to her breast before it hit. She yelled out at the jarring sting of it but stayed in place on her feet. A pulling in of breath was all that held her.
Nessa grabbed the waist of tris' trousers and ripped them apart in one motion. they fell to the floor around her slippered feet. The force of it scared the girl into uncontrollable crying.
"I don't want you to forget just who it is that you belong to lass" Nessa said almost softly. She reached into tris' light brown tresses and gripped a handful. She held her still by the hair and looked into her hazel eyes.
Reaching around the girl, Nessa held her head back with the gripping hand and pulled her in tight. Mmmm, the smell of her swelled all feeling in Nessa. She lowered her head and claimed the beautiful mouth. She pushed and prodded with her tongue, burying it in the little mouth.
Breaking the kiss, Nessa looked down on the tear streaked face and said. "Are you ready for my belt lass? Hmm?"
Feeling the shudder from her wench and the intake of breath was all the answer she needed. Nessa pushed the girl to her knees. "Don't move now tris. You are going to be a little slut for me." She spoke in a growl.
Undoing her belt now she saw the look of fear and desire mix in tris's expression. The Warrior pulled the strap from her britches and held it in one hand. She bent and pulled her boots off, watching how her slut's breasts quivered. She could not resist slapping at them with the belt several times, yelling at the girl to be still. She pulled her pants off and stood naked in front of tris. Her legs spread enough for the girl to get her face between them, she ordered it done and it was.
"I don't want to have to tie you tris. You are going to have to hold still for this whipping tonight." Once again Nessa grabbed tris by the hair and pulled her face into her crotch. "You will serve me." she whispered.
She felt the incredible mouth of the wench working on her opening. Ooooh it was wonderful! She looked down over tris' beautiful back and slammed down on her target with the belt. tris arched and screamed into Nessa's mound.
Again and again the belt swung down across the wench's ass. Nessa held the girl's head in tight against her cunt and watched as tris writhed and screamed under that lashing. Every sense was alive in Nessa. She dropped the belt and bucked into tris' face. "Suck me now lass!" she yelled.
tris did her best. Now that there was respite from that burning whipping she was able to pay attention to what she could do with her mouth. She heard the Lord cry out a sound wild and loud. She screamed into the realms of the gods and pitched hard on tris's mouth with her coming.
Standing still and still holding tris to her, Nessa looked down at her wonderful little wench. She could sense the ache for release in the girl. She bent down and pulled tris up to her feet. Leading her to the large chair, she sat and pulled tris down to face her, straddling her thighs. Nessa forced the girls legs to open wide when she spread her own thighs out.
The expression on tris' face was unbridled desire. Nessa held both of tris' wrists behind her with one hand. She brought her other hand to the sopping wet cunt spread open over her and pushed fingers up into the girl.
tris was in an unbelievable state of arousal. Nessa watched her face as she fucked her relentlessly. Over and over she pulled out and pushed in until tris was making noises neither of them had heard before. tris began a climax rocking up through her like a thundering quake. She screamed and bucked on Nessa's fingers as she came. Finally stopping to fall forward onto the Warrior and rest her head on the broad shoulder.
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(Talk Amongst Warriors - by Alison) --
Alison waited patiently as Nessa was upstairs and had to smile when She heard cries of pleasure coming from the general direction of the Dark Butch's quarters.
Alison had been thinking about the favor asked of Her and knew it was not one Nessa asked lightly. Twilight was off with killian, hopefully NOT getting into too much trouble. Alison needed to talk to Nessa, She intended to honor this request, just wanted to be sure Nessa was sure. Alison was deep in thought when Nessa sank into the chair next to Her. Alison just smiled.
Nessa had that look...the I've just been satisfied well, look.
"I don't need to ask where tris is."
Nessa, for all her darkness, had a smile that could light up a room and though not seen often enough for Alison's taste, She was rewarded with one now.
"What can I say?"
Alison just shook Her head. She met Nessa's grey eyes, "I am glad we have this time alone. My dear friend, I am honored and humbled by your request...I just wish to make sure you haven't decided against it. I also want to know if you wish to be there, to witness it."
Secretly, the thought of Nessa watching Her pleasure tris sent shivers down Alison's spine.
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(Acceptance - by Nessa) --
Nessa sat straight up from the relaxed slouch she was in. Alison's question felt like a fresh new wagonload of goods to sort out in the Warrior's already packed mind. But it was not a question to be left unanswered. She asked the beautiful and gentle Warrior to wait for just a bit while she pondered. Alison smiled and sat waiting with the patience that defined her.
Nessa sat back. Surely, watching her little tris be taken and fondled and otherwise ravished by the Lord's best friend would be both difficult and stupendous. The difficulty would be her own ego stepping up and falling hard because she herself was not capable of loving her tris in the way that Alison was.
She thought about that look of need on the little wench's face while witnessing her friend twilight building to a frenzied climax under Alison's gentle touch. That kind of softness was a mystery and a wonder to the dark Lord.
She could be tender with her feelings only up to a point. Her own need took over. It was a need so wild and beyond her that she felt no control until it was sated. She was overtaken by it... and did not really want it any other way.
Her father used to tell her that he had "passed the hell-to-pay blood" onto her. She knew it too. She would lay awake some nights listening to her mother cry out from the whippings and then cry out from the coming. She had to touch herself then to get release from the feelings.
When her father saw that she was bound to a Warrior's life, he knew there would be no son-in-law to share his conquest stories with. That was apparently the deepest concern he had about her choices. The old Lord decided to take her to the local brothel and introduce her to the ways of her bloodline.
Nessa sank into the memory.
She was about eighteen winters along and reaching up to a height of six feet. Already the young Lord could land a battle axe on a mark out of a full swing and be as sure as a hawk with her eye. She bested all her companions with her sword and only her own father, Lord Sathairn, could clip the end of a twig clean away with the tip of his whip with the same acumen as she.
She stood inside the bed chamber and watched as her father gave her instruction by example on how to handle a wench. She learned. She knew what she needed more than she could have been told or shown. It was deep inside. It lived and lurked there just waiting for the chance of release.
The old Lord Sathairn stood back breathlessly as he watched his daughter bend the wench to her will. He was amazed when she pulled a phallus from her pouch and rammed it into the crying young wench tied to the bed. He could see the look of power and lust coming from his Nessa as she watched the bucking movements of her captive. Yes, She was of his blood. If he ever doubted that before, it was a sure thing now.
Blinking into the present, Nessa looked up at her friend. "Alison" she began. "You understand that I care for my tris don't you?"
"Of course you do, Nessa. That is plain to see."
"I mean, she is special... you know.?"
"Yes, I do know."
"I want this for her because she wants it, and I am ever so grateful to you for your part in it." Nessa gazed into Alison's face. She loved how the woman listened. She had the thought that Alison would be one to be sleeping hot with if they weren't such good friends. Besides, well, she didn't think they liked the same things... obviously.
"And?" Alison had a way of being kindly direct.
"Well, I don't think she would be comfortable with me there. Could I hide someplace?" There, she said it. She wanted very much to watch but thought tris would hold back if she knew her Lord were watching.
Alison grinned wide with the pleasure of her own anticipation. "Of course you can hide. I have just the right thing in mind. That won't be a problem." She stood to go. "Bring her to me at your leisure Nessa, but don't let it be too long." The gracious Warrior smiled at her friend and walked to her chambers making plans.
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(Semi Dungeon Piece - Cries in the Forest - by Nessa) --
Nessa thought tris's hand was so small as she held it in her own. Walking to the waterfall where killian directed them was a lovely thing in itself. The forest here was plush with trees and foliage.
tris was silent most of the way. She knew this was leading to more than a peaceful walk to a waterfall. Her Lord was anxious about something. tris could feel the need pulsing from her and knew. She swallowed hard at the realization. She was about to be whipped and taken hard by the driven Warrior. The mixture of fear and excitement blended in her. Her heart pounded in expectation.
Nessa was feeling her deepest needs today. The plan to allow tris her desire to be loved gently swirled around in her, magnifying her own need to be intense with the girl. She felt tris' hand getting a little sweaty and smiled to herself.
Nessa stopped. This clearing here was perfect! She felt tris try to pull her hand away. Nessa held it in a tighter grasp. She squeezed enough to make it hurt. Trying to get away are you tris?" She grabbed tris' shirt at the collar and pulled the frightened girl up close. "Now you know better than that don't you?" Nessa spoke softly.
"Y... yes my Lord." It was all she could say, all she dared say. Her Warrior was beyond reason already. The look in those gray eyes told her to do exactly as told. The wetness at her crotch told her she wanted to. But Gods, this Lord was scary.
"Know what I want today slut?"
"Yes, my Lord."
Nessa pushed her wench away from her roughly. "Do you expect me to get what I want through those clothes you are wearing? I could easily rip them to shreds right here and you would have to walk back to the Lodge naked with the welts from my belt beaming out for all the sistren to see." Nessa was toying with tris' emotions. She wanted to make her cry. "Is that what you want, slut?"
"N...no my Lord. Please, Lord Nessa, I will take them off." tris was backing away and pulling her clothes from her body as she went. She knew better than to think her Lord would not come after her. It just was so instinctual to try to get out of the way.
The Warrior watched those beautiful mounds fall and shake free as the shirt came off. She was going to give them some attention this day. It was only a matter of seconds before tris was backed against a huge fallen oak, a trail of clothes strung from here to there.
tris started to cry when Nessa moved in toward her. She cowered and lowered her gaze to the ground. She didn't want to see that first blow coming. She was surprised when it didn't. Instead she felt her wrists grabbed and held behind her.
The Powerful Warrior wrapped her arms around her wench's waist holding wrists and pulled the girl in and up so that her back was arched nicely. This had her nipples within the reach of Nessa's mouth. She could feel tris's little mound of pussy pressed against her stomach. The girl's feet were off the ground.
Nessa sucked and bit at the lovely little buds until they were swollen and hard. She bit down on a fleshy bit of breast and reveled in the sound of tris's cries. She carried her wench like this to the end of the fallen tree, sucking and biting as she went. The girl's wriggling was driving her lust up.
Quickly, she put tris to her feet. She pulled silk scarves from her pouch. "give me your wrists tris" It was a command, and the wench obeyed regardless of the tears that blinded her and the sobs that wracked her. "I am going to give you a whipping lass." Again the Lord's voice was controlled. "Then I'm Going to fuck you in the way I like it best. You know what that is don't you, slut?"
tris was near swooning from the assault on her breasts. Still the words of her Lord excited her to heights she knew were only possible for her in this way. "Yes, my Lord" She answered through the crying. Her wrists were tied together now. She was picked up and laid over the log. Nessa pulled her tied wrist to a broken branch and wrapped the silk around it to secure tris to position.
Lying bent over and face down, tris could hear the swish of leather against cloth as Nessa pulled her belt off. She spread her legs as much as she could to please her Lord. The whipping began.
Again and again the pain of it was renewed on her ass and legs. She screamed at the pain. She cursed her own love of it. tris held her legs wide as the belt slapped down hard on her. She was aching deeply with desire now. Goddess this whipping burned!
Finally Nessa was satisfied with how her wench took her whipping. That beautiful body twisted and writhed no matter how hard the girl tried to hold still . Nessa loved to watch that struggle. She saw the glistening wetness on her darling's whipped exposed cunt. That little ass hole was just pouty and aching to be fucked. Nessa complied.
Pulling her phallus out to press against the girl was a thrill in itself. Grunting and pushing , she finally entered the screaming little wench. She leaned over tris and pulled out to nearly the tip. She felt tris relax a little. Nessa snaked a hand round the girl waist and moved it down to that precious and swollen clit. She heard the moans and leaned hard into that little asshole again.
She was animal. She grunted and shoved into her tris. She rode the sounds of the little slut's screams as if that alone was what she did this for. She was not aware or caring at this point. Her tris cried out her climax and shuddered beneath her. Nessa rocked hard . It rose up in her then. She opened her mouth and howled out all the feeling she ever had in one moment. She was at a pinnacle of ecstasy.
Both women lay quiet, one on top of the other. they listened together. They could hear the echoes of their own cries in the forest.
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(Her Shadow - Poem - by Lord Nessa) --
The library was quiet. It felt calm here. Nessa left the springs for a time to find this quiet. The friends were so wonderful to have. She was accepted among them as sistren. But sometimes like now, memories came easily and stayed.
More often than not, it was a simple thing to just remember things and smile or frown with the accompanying feeling. But today it was not so simple. The feeling evoked was heartache not known nor easily shared with friends. Nessa knew her release would be through quill on parchment... and tears.
She found and lost. It would always be that way. So much would not be forgotten. She sat still at the writing table and closed her eyes as if to look at the thoughts streaming from her dark soul. A vision of a beautiful wench, once hers... walking away with her own life, taking it from Nessa's touch and sight.
She wrote:
I don't know my motive or my gain,
I know her shadow falls across me
where I lay.I know we must have been close
since now she is gone
I walk my life a ghost.I don't know our middle or our end,
I know in our beginning
we were friends.I don't understand her motive or her gain'
I don't know where she has been
or where she'll be again.I know my life is not the same
without her flame,
I know her shadow falls across me where I lay.I know I must be feeling bad
since now when I sleep
it's underneath my bed.I never undertook to know her mind,
I'll never know her motive
or her plan.I know her shadow falls across me
where I stand.
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(The Kiss - by Lord Nessa) --
"tris, this is not a question that is up for debate! You will be going to The Lady Alison today!" Nessa could see the confusion in the lass. She wasn't at all sure how to make it more clear. She felt a bit clumsy about telling tris that she was to have some "training" from the gentle Warrior.
tris stood in the middle of the room as she was told to do and listened while Lord Nessa talked about turning her over to someone else. That is all she heard. She didn't hear that this was something that might be good for her or that it would be a nice experience. She thought this must be a new kind of punishment.
Protesting was not going to change the Lord's mind. tris grasped that from the beginning of her life with Nessa. She decided to just spill her fear. "You are not wanting me anymore my Lord." The thought rose and slammed against her heart. Tears were next. "You are giving me to someone else." tris dropped to her knees where she stood and wept into her hands.
Nessa was exasperated. She walked over to the kneeling wench. Standing tall and looking down at the bent head and the movement of the sobbing girl's shoulders, Nessa was struck with how pretty she was. She felt that stirring in her that came more and more frequently. She wanted to pick this little beauty up and rip her clothes off. She wanted to grab and pinch and hurt the girl to screaming. She saw in her dark thoughts just how delicious it was to whip tris, to watch the welts raise, to press hard against that enflamed skin and enter wildly.
Nessa clenched fists and jaw. She railed against this volcanic need in her. The Warrior dropped to one knee and pulled tris's chin up with a closed hand. She brushed long brown hair away from a tear- streaked face. Sweet hazel looked up to meet a softer gray. "tris, I'll never give you up." Nessa's voice was velvet and deep. "Never."
Deep feeling met and mingled with meaning between them. Suddenly Nessa was moved to enfold her adorable tris into her arms. She leaned in close and kissed tris as she never kissed anyone. She had not known before now that she felt so much for the lass. Somehow it happened that something more than caring for a waif, from whatever hell the girl came from, was now a part of Lord Nessa.
tris was breathless. She knew her Warrior meant it. She would not be given to someone else. Whatever this "training" meant, tris would do it. She would do anything for what she was feeling right now. She was overwhelmed with desire for the handsome Lord.
The kiss became frantic. They twisted tongues and sucked deeply together. Nessa was swept up into desire and tris was there with her. She made short work of the shirt the lass was wearing. She kissed and sucked on sweet naked breasts. She bit a little and felt excitement ripple through the small body she held so tightly.
She rose to her feet and brought tris up. She leaned down to pick this treasure up. Swinging tris into her arms, she carried her to the big bed in a rush. She finished stripping the lass. She wanted so much to be tender but did not know how to get the beast in her to settle. It came and hazed over the Warrior.
tris saw it, knew it... loved it. She lay in compliance and submitted to it. Her lover was all over her. She felt her legs pulled wide. Her ass lifted high. Her mound dripped with her lust. The Warrior's mouth sucked and nipped everywhere and settled at last on sweet pussy.
Pressing her tongue down on tris' swollen clit bud, Nessa pushed three large fingers up into the squirming lass. The thrust was sudden and hard. tris arched and cried out. Nessa fucked her darling. She licked and pushed fingers hard in and out. She rose up fast and straddled her bucking wench. Grinding down on a pelvis bone she rode. She rode with a tidal wave of lust. Suddenly she screamed, "I will NEVER let you go!" It shook her whole body to come like that. She felt the world change colors.
tris heard her Lord cry out the only words she ever wanted to hear again. She came. Hard fingers pushed hard and stayed still up in her when she came. tris gave it up. She cried out her love for her master and her love. She used her Warriors name as she never dared before. "OH, Nessaaaaaa!"
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The End - 'Growing, Learning, & Acceptance' - by Lord Nessa