Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Heartfelt
by Lady Aria & Lord Nessa
August 3rd, 2002
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(Aria) --
Aria found the Butchy One sitting atop a piece of driftwood with her mouth agape. Once settling down next to the sensitive one, Aria quickly focused on the object of Ness's attentions.
“My… little killian continually surprises me”, Aria whispered out the side of her mouth.
Aria was caught up immediately in the sensual hot coupling before her. It was perfect, she thought, the sun, the water, two incredibly hot women bouncing off each other.
“I do not know what makes me hotter, Nessie - the fact that our killian is riding Shasa like the thoroughbred she is ... or that Shasa is letting her.”
Aria snaked her arm through her good friends and together they watched the beginnings of another hot weekend here at the lodge.
“Yes” Aria thought, wondering where Klancy was “life is good.”
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(Lord Nessa) --
“I do not know what makes me hotter, Nessie - the fact that our killian is riding Shasa like the thoroughbred she is ... or that Shasa is letting her.”
"I do not know what makes me more astonished, Aria - the fact that our Killian is riding Shasa like the thoroughbred she is... or that you actually called me Nessie!
Perhaps you should be taken to the woods for a lesson. Yes, I think we should enjoy the evening together fine lady." The lord gripped the beautiful Aria's arm in her own and held firm. She looked into eyes that were at once surprised, frightened and excited.
Aria attempted to pull away but came up with the warrior as she stood. This muscle-bound Amazon lifted and steered her like a child. She dug her heels down into soft sand... useless. She felt her body twisted and jerked to stand facing Nessa. Her upper arms were in the lord's grip and there was little to do but kick. Aria was pulled up off the ground and held close. Their faces were nearly touching.
"Now Aria, do you really want to fight?" Nessa smiled down into those furious eyes. 'Sweet Brigit, this lass has a fine mouth!' thought the lord. Suddenly Their mouths were enmeshed in a deep, hot kiss. Nessa felt Aria's sweet body relax as the fury drained from it. She broke the kiss and set the beauty to the ground on her feet. The Celt spoke softly but firmly. "I want you in my bed. If you choose to take what I have to give, I will see you in my room waiting naked in half a candle mark. Go now."
Nessa let go her grip, still smiling. Aria's silence made it difficult to know just what the lass would do. She watched as Aria turned her back and headed for the Lodge. The warrior felt hope soaring. Oh yes sweet woman, 'tis another hot weekend at the Lodge and life truly is good.
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(Lady Aria) --
“Hmph, so...she thinks I am that easy for the taking, does she”, Aria muttered to herself as she headed towards her room.
“There’s many a dark warrior here, I would easily bed on any given day, I cannot be swayed by a mere kiss, regardless of how… hot,” Aria told herself as she climbed the steps to her room.
“By the Gods though, Nessa is gorgeous and she does have an irresistible darkness to her”, Aria said shaking her head, no as she walked down the hallway to her room.
As Aria placed her hand on the doorknob, she stepped inside and immediately climbed in bed.
Re-playing the way, Nessa had swept her into her arms on the beach - that familiar feeling crept back into her groin. “She is quite a woman, our Nessie”, Aria thought with a sly smile, touching her lips made puffy by the intensity of Nessa’s embrace.
She glanced up as the door opened and found herself staring into Lord Nessa eyes.
Nessa returned the look - a look that told Aria she never doubted for a moment that she would not find the Lady Aria waiting for her in her bed.
“Glad to see you here, Lass... now, kindly remove your dressing gown and turn over.”
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(Conclusion by Lord Nessa) --
Nessa watched a sensuous pout form on Aria’s mouth. Aria never had to try to look sexy. It was something she wore like skin. It just moved with her. Yet the Celt knew more than sexiness filled the beauty’s being. She was the best friend of her beloved Killian and though Killian never spoke of details about what the two shared, she did speak of moods like sadness and joy.
But then the warrior had her own experience with Aria. She remembered well the encounter in the forest when she was steeped in trance and took Aria forcefully. She remembered the look in those beautiful green eyes just as Nessa shoved her down on a hard phallus, burying it deep inside. It was a look of pain and of pleasure and of guilt. Later the lass was indignant… enraged at the violation. But Nessa sensed her guilt at having taken pleasure as well.
Nessa also understood that this feisty, well-bred, sometimes ill-mannered woman was overflowing with heart. What about Dalton? After all the insane dark stranger did to the lass, she never spoke harshly about her. Nessa suspected there was pleasure gained from that episode too. Yes, Aria struggled with her own private, inner war.
Now, the Celt could see that struggle taking place again as Aria grappled with the need to resist and the need to surrender. There they were, looking intently at one another as if there was some question as to which way the battle would go.
Nessa took several long strides to the bedside, removing her clothes as she went. She spoke. “Aria, you already know that if there must be a tussle between us, I will win.” She raised her brow and her voice. “Do as I say!”
Aria felt the truth of Nessa’s words. Besides, she wanted to know the touch of this warrior without the resistance. They had become friends. She wanted to let go and give control over to Nessa. Just once, she wanted to know the freedom of that.
Aria peeled her gaze from the phallus her friend wore. Slowly, she sat up and pulled her shift up over her legs and then up over her breasts and over her head. She twisted her body around to lay on her tummy.
Nessa nearly toppled into haze at the sight. She swallowed in a dry throat and took a deep breath. She was determined to maintain. The moment was too precious to waste in haste and self-centered lust. The shaman that she was, felt a shift in Aria.
Quickly, Nessa knelt on the bed and swung a long leg over Aria’s backside. She straddled the naked woman’s thighs. She was still for a moment and then she began to move her hips back and forth. The phallus lay obscenely on the cleavage between round ass cheeks, rubbing as she moved. Slowly, she moved, allowing Aria to feel the sensation of it.
“Aria” Nessa’s voice wavered with her excitement. “I know something about what you may need. I am going to give you what you need.”
“What in the name Gaia are you talking about Nessa?” Aria was a bit lost in the feelings of wetness from Nessa spreading over the back of her thighs and that leather phallus rubbing between her ass cheeks.
Nessa stopped rocking and leaned over the lady so that she could spread Aria’s legs open with her own. She lay down over the exquisite body. The Celt’s larger form more than covered the woman beneath her. She had the lass pinned. She reached under Aria and squeezed a plump breast in each hand. She could feel hard nipples pressing against her palms. Her mouth brushed against a velvet soft ear. “What I am talking about dear lady, is guilt.”
“What!” Aria couldn’t move. This warrior was pressing her down, breathing hotly into her ear, squeezing her tits to near pain and ecstasy and now she wants a fucking conversation about guilt! Arrrgh! She tried to squirm in her frustration. But she was helpless with this hulk of a warrior on her back. She felt that phallus pressing against her opening… just barely. “Nessa, do it!”
Nessa ignored the plea. Instead, she continued with her line of very reasonable conversation… still squeezing breasts, still breathing in a sweet ear and still rubbing gently against Aria’s very wet opening. “I know all about the war you are fighting. I know about war little one. Everywhere there is a war. Here you are, beautiful and desired and right in the middle of it. So I know you are a fighter in this raging war, whether or not you admit it lass.”
Nessa was relentless. She licked that ear. “My memory is a long one, it gives me no rest. This is what I know of the nature of war; if you stay in battle long enough you’ll find you carry every weapon, do every harm in every heart of every storm. No hand you hold remains unplayed.”
Aria was still. She felt all the sensations Nessa was giving and yet suddenly she understood what the Celt was doing. She knew the talking was not about actual war. “What am I fighting?” She breathed.
“I told you lass… guilt. It is your enemy.”
“How will I beat it?”
Nessa smiled to herself. “You will beat it through pain. I will help you purge the guilt from your soul.”
Aria felt the phallus, slick with her own juice, moving up as Nessa lifted her hips. It went from her wet cunt to the tiny rosebud of her ass hole. Suddenly she tried to lurch forward but the warrior held her still. “No!” Aria cried. “I don’t want this!”
“Oh yes lass. You will get this. This is your pain and you shall take it.” Nessa pressed until the tip of the phallus entered Aria’s little opening. She held it there as the beautiful lady tried to struggle.
“No! You fucking animal! Get it away!” Aria felt her ass being opened painfully. A little more of the big thing pressed into her. She felt so helpless.
Nessa held firm. She wanted to press fast and hard but knew to wait. Then she got what she waited for. Aria began to cry into the mattress. Long, deep sobs came. “Don’t Nessa. Please don’t do this.” Nessa pressed. “No, no. I don’t want you to do this. Please Nessa.” She gripped the sheets at the pain of it. “Nessa… No!”
“It will do ye good lass.” Nessa drove her hips forward and held still while Aria screamed. Slowly the Celt began movement. She pulled out to the end of the phallus. She felt the quivering body beneath her. She shoved back into the lady. Again and again Nessa pulled out slowly and shoved in hard.
Aria thought she would not be able to bear this pain. She held her breath waiting and then screamed out the pain with each thrust. Then when she felt Nessa move a hand from her breast and grasp hold of her swollen nether lips she felt a different sensation with the pain. Nessa stopped thrusting then and began a steady fuck into the pretty ass.
Aria let go. She stopped fighting. She surrendered to Nessa, to the pain. It all became one sensation of ecstasy. She felt Nessa struggling to keep hold of her orgasm and still fuck. The Celt made sounds that were feral. Aria felt her orgasm pulsing up in her. She breathed in a gasp at the first wave and then let it take hr. She crested just as she heard Nessa howl like a wild thing above her.
There was no more pain. It was the most intense orgasm she could remember but it was more than that. Aria felt a release like she had never known. It was emotional. She felt washed clean of an old stain. Nessa rolled off her and enfolded her in powerful arms. They laid like that for a long time. Nessa petting and brushing her face with soft kisses.
“Something different for you my dear lady Aria.”
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The End - 'Heartfelt' - by Lord Nessa & Lady Aria