Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Memory of Shasa
by Lord Nessa
February 20th, 2002
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Her long legs stretched out before her, Nessa leaned back in the chair next to Klancy. The fire was perfect for gazing into. It was entrancing her, lulling her into her past. She began to speak a story to the few listeners around. This is how it unfolded:
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I came to the shores of this continent to restore a part of my soul. Too many battles and too much blood ran between me and the inner peace I sought. A fortnight spent on the isle with the Druids gave me hope that time would bring my spirit to fullness again.
I wasn't long in my wanderings when trouble found me. Or I should say, I walked right into it. I was having a bit of a struggle staying away from the drink. It had become clear that it would destroy me and I couldn't do it at all... not even a sip else I would be lost to it's putrid pit. Still I longed for it as I longed for any lover.
I was about to give in to the dreadful seduction of it. I walked into a tavern at the edge of a little village and sat at a table. I looked around. There was a dice game in one corner. Several drunks stood swaying at the bar, pretending to focus on whatever was in front of them. A dark ugly pirate looking bunch sat at a table at the edge of the room looking shifty and up to no good. The place was a gathering spot for sleaze. I didn't really care.
I tried several times to hail the bar keep but her attention was hard to get with a wave. She was busy keeping the drunks drunk and staring at the pirate group as if she were looking for a familiar face. My, but she was a pretty thing. I watched her ass sway covered by tight britches. She bent low a couple of times giving a view of nice firm breasts beneath the shirt she wore open at the neck. It did ease my thirst to watch.
I was watching the lass balance a tray of mugs. The way her shirt stretched tight across her nipples and the way those mounds jiggled when she moved was branding my core. If I hadn't been so distracted, I might have noticed the bad boy pirates spread out. I might have sensed the movement behind me.
I woke up to the stink of rotting fish. My head reeled with a screaming headache. It was dark all around me but I could tell that I was on a ship by the movement and the nausea. There was something warm running down the back of my neck. I figured it was blood judging from the blow I took to the back of my head.
My hands were tied behind me in some kind of bloody sailor's knot. The purse I kept tied to my belt was cut away. My sword was gone. I thought they either figured to sell me or ransom me. We hadn't set sail yet. I kept hearing footsteps running up and down the plank.
I lay still on the cold filthy bottom of that stinking scow for hours. Suddenly I heard a whisper through the dark. "Ppssst. Don't say anything." I felt my hands loosened from the grip of that thick rope. As soon as they were free, I rolled over to get a look at the sweet face of the barkeep, Shasa. "I have your sword." She stood and pulled my shining blade from her sash.
I don't know if I expressed gratitude at that time. but I was never happier to see anyone. I took my sword by the hilt and raised it high. Shasa's eyes went wide and then shut tight just as I swung down behind the lass and lopped off the filthy head of the pirate sent either to get me or to check on me. He was behind her.
She realized what happened and grabbed my hand to lead me silently out of the hold. We had to step over the head that rolled with the movement of the ship. I tell you it was eerie with those great surprised eyes staring up at us. She was a trooper though. She didn't get all squeamish.
The short end of it is that we made it off that ship together. We moved through the village streets and up to the room Shasa had at an inn. She was only working at that sleaze tavern because she was in search of a particular villain who had murdered her kin. That is a story she may choose to tell one day.
Now I know you might think I ought to have been more noble... more gracious to the woman who saved my neck. But I could not for all I tried, keep my lust from raging. She was so adorable standing at the edge of the bed looking at me with eyes that asked for action from a grateful Warrior.
I wanted to strip her. I rose from the chair that held me and pulled her shirt open. I did not ask permission. I knew I had it. I just looked at her beautiful bare breasts for a long time. I ordered her to stand still while I sucked her nipples. They were so good. They felt so firm and perky in my mouth. I got excited. I sucked hard. She cried out but held still as I told her to do. I bit a little. she threw her head back and let out a yelp but held still as bidden.
I pulled her shirt off. Her sash was easily loosened and her britches fell to her ankles. She stood naked before me. I wanted to whip her. I wanted to hold her down tight so that she could not move and whip her ass till it was crimson. I told her what I was about to do. She swallowed but didn't say anything. I pulled my belt from around my waist. She whimpered then. My excitement soared.
I still couldn't tell if she was simply being a good girl or if she wanted me to do what I was doing. I decided to find out. I grabbed hold of her cunt with one hand and pulled her close to me. I told her to look into my face while I played with her pussy. Shasa's eyes are expressive my friends. They told me what I wanted to know. Her hot aching and sopping cunt was added information. It just got slicker as I fingered her standing there.
When I could see that she was about to start moving and taking her own action, I pulled my fingers away. Her juices covered them. I thrust them into her mouth and watched as she sucked. It made me wild to fingerfuck her pouty little mouth.
I could wait no longer. I sat down on the bed and pulled Shasa across my lap. I could feel her wanting this. She was so compliant. I thought I would like to hear her ask for it and she did.
The instant the plea came from her mouth I slammed that belt down. It struck with the most delicious slapping sound. Again and again I struck her beautiful ass. It welted and reddened and swelled. It was gorgeous.
She cried. I loved the sound of her voice. When I could finally bring myself to stop the whipping I was on the edge. I held her down across me and rammed three long fingers up into her wet cunt. The surprise jerked her and she stiffened. I fucked her there like that for a long time. I was not very fast. But I was very hard. I loved watching her back arch and her ass buck at the jamming.
I wanted her on her back. I lifted her and laid her on the bed. There was a phallus there on the dresser by the bed. I picked it up and pushed it into her pussy. Then I straddled her beautiful face. I told her to suck me and finger her clit while she did it. She was soooo good with her mouth my friends. her tongue snaked in and out and over me until I was near screaming. I began to rock on her face . I yelled at her to suck me and she did. Oh how she did.
I had a cum that came rocking up in me so hard it could have shaken the teeth from me if I hadn't been clenching them so hard. Ahh it was good. I believe the dear Shasa did well too judging from the screams that were muffled by my cunt but still audible.
I went my way... She went her way. We parted as friends.
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The End - 'Memory of Shasa' - by Nessa