Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Nessa Plays A Hand
by Lord Nessa & Killian
March 2nd, 2002
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Sitting in the dark corner had it's advantages. Nessa could not see the players on the stage, but she had a clear view of the players in the audience. She watched in stifled silence while Shasa pursued tris. She saw how her old friend and lover, wrapped in an aura of lust, zeroed in on the wench and made her move. Nessa knew Shasa was not aware of who the wench was in relation to her. She knew too that her little tris was exploding with need. She would fault neither of them. Still, it wasn't easy to see it happening.
Her gaze left the figure of the little sub as she raced toward Shasa's room and wandered to killian who was looking at her from the floor. Their eyes connected. killian appeared a bit uncomfortable. Nessa stood. It was time to have a word with the lass.
Nessa was glad that killian held her stand as she walked toward her. The Warrior was not feeling too joyful on this day and it must have been clear. Lodgers were shifting to get their distance as she walked through the milieu. She was aware that she wore her darkness like a weapon at times when she felt the saddest or the weakest.
killian waited in silence. She was sure the Lord was going to ask her about tris and Shasa. What would she say? It was time to draw on her reserves. Now if only she had some. killian swallowed and bravely lifted her eyes to meet Nessa's own as she came to stand towering over killian.
"Good evening lass." Nessa was cordial although a smile was too much to muster. "If you have a bit of time, I've got Tuttle and Kirsta saddled. I'm sure Kirsta's Master won't mind after all." Nessa managed a smirk at this. Shasa was very attached to her mare. "I'd like to go for a ride with you, lass. We should talk."
killian blinked in surprise. "Oh.. um.. I don't think there is anything left for me to do here. I would like a ride with you, Nessa." She was tentative but still trusted the Lord more than she even wanted too. They headed for the stables.
Once riding, killian let go of concern. Nessa let her ride Tuttle who knew her and was comfortable with the light weight of the lass. They rode the field to the treeline before either of them spoke. "Let's get inside to the trees, killian. I've a need for the feeling if them." Nessa spurred Kirsta lightly. The mare was used to forest trails and weaving through trees.
The sights, sounds and smells of this place eased the Celt. They rode into a clearing surrounded by beloved oak. "Here, killian. Let's talk here." Nessa dismounted before killian could answer, but she thought this was as good a place as any. The ride seemed to clear her head and she recalled that she had an unresolved anger and did have a thing or two to say to this pompous Warrior. She jumped down from Tuttle and dropped the reigns.
Nessa was already settled on the side of a fallen oak. She looked up at killian. Those deep brown eyes were blazing. She frowned. "What is it, lass?"
killian let loose. "You hurt tris, Nessa. Why did you do that? She was bruised and swollen from it. I don't understand. Make me understand, you bad ass Lord!" killian seemed to have lost her reason. Nessa knew too much time had passed since the fateful day when she slapped tris so hard it bruised her... the day she left... the day everything changed. She started to stand but saw that the lass needed to finish. She stayed still and took a scathing tongue lashing from the wench.
Once killian saw that she could let it out on the Lord, she dropped all barriers. She didn't see the mistake this was. She didn't see the shift in the color of the Lord's eyes go from gray to slate as she ranted. Her own history of abuse drove her to rage against Nessa. She was blind with her fury. She took a step toward the Celt and slammed her fists into shoulders and arms and chest. She was wild, but it was short lived.
She felt her wrists grabbed and held out in iron grips. She went still and looked with horror at Nessa's face. She couldn't believe her own loss of control. She felt so small all of the sudden. Nessa kept her grip and rose up growling through clenched teeth.
"I think ye don't know what ye are doin', lass" As was the way, Nessa's brogue thickened with emotion. "Did ye know that this is what tris was doin' when I hit her?" Her eyes narrowed. The lass took on a look of fear that helped Nessa recall her senses. "I suppose I could've handled it differently. I suppose the way to handle a little wild wench is not to slap her till her teeth rattle. I suppose I ought to have done this instead." Nessa shifted killian's wrists to fit in one huge hand. She sat back on the log and pulled the wench across her lap.
killian was terrified and amazed at what was happening. She yelled out to Nessa. "Listen, Ness, I went too far. I am sorry. I just couldn't put the plug in!" She felt her britches being pulled down roughly. "Nooo, Nessa don't do this. You can't do this!"
Nessa not only could do it, she did do it. She laid a spanking on killian's sweet ass that reverberated through the forest with loud smacks and louder wailing from the very sorry lass. killian was taken off guard or she might have been more of a handful. Nessa held her firmly. She spanked and watched the beautiful behind turn a very sexy shade. She began to feel a heat in her lower regions as the heat of her anger left her.
The young woman stopped all the kicking and hollering she was doing at the beginning. Nessa continued to slap down hard but more slowly now. She could see a telling wetness just down the crevice where the thighs met at the top. "Is this what I ought to have done instead, lass?" Another hard smack and killian answered. "Yes, my Lord... Yes! oww, ow."
Nessa stopped but could not let go her hold on killian. She shivered with a need to touch and rub the girl. "killian, I won't be lettin' ye up just yet." Nessa's voice shook. Her spanking hand went to caressing all over the red swelling ass cheeks. Her breathing quickened. She spoke barely above a whisper. "Open your legs for me a bit, lass. Do it." She knew she was doing what both of them wanted when the wench opened her legs and revealed the prettiest, shiniest, wettest little pussy. She heard a moan and slipped her fingers into the hot wench.
killian lay across lord Nessa like that for a long time. The fucking was so slow. She began to move her pretty ass up and down so that she could feel the delicious squeeze on her clit. Oh, what a hot spanking it was too. She still felt the sting. She wanted release now. She knew the Lord had no restriction on when a lass could cum, and she was glad for it now. She felt it pulsing into her. "Nessa... Lord Nessa! Oh fuck me hard, Lord!"
Nessa didn't need coaxing. She pushed killian to the ground on her hands and knees. "Stay there." A simple command. killian waited with the ache rocking with it. She heard the sound of britches pulled off. Nessa stood over her for only a moment then dropped down straddling one hot ass cheek. killian could feel the soft slick cunt as it slid over her ass. She had to have moaned at that. Nessa snaked one hand down around the front of the wench and grabbed a good firm hold on her mound.
killian's clit felt like it might throb off. Long fingers entered her again. She sucked in heavily at the shove of those fingers. Nessa rode her sore red ass and fucked her hard just as she begged for it. The wench was soaring. She felt a part of her lift up and out of her as she wailed a climax to the gods.
Nessa could barely breath with the excitement of fucking her beautiful friend. She rocked hard and heard killy cry out. It pitched her to the stars. She threw her head back and let out an animal wail that fit perfectly in the deep forest.
When she was finished with the intense rolling spasms and she could see again, she pulled away from the girl there on her hands and knees. Nessa reached under killian and pulled her up to stand facing her. She held the astonished wench for long moments and whispered to her. "Unless you want, lass, we never have to speak of this again."
killian looked up into Nessa's concerned face and rewarded the Warrior with a gleaming smile. "Yeah, but how in Hades am I going to ride home with a blistered ass, Warrior?"
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killian stood on shaky legs, and a shakier resolve. It took all the energy in the feisty lass to keep her from jumping this Warrior and demanding round two, right here and now. killian hadn't know her lust was in such need of tending. When they got back, she would be making haste to the cool lake, and not for her hot and burning ass.
Lord Nessa and killian stood for a long few minutes just looking into each others souls, saying nothing. Finally, killian rustled up the courage to speak.
"Lord.... Nessa. My friend. {killian placed her right hand over the Tall Warriors heart} I may want to speak of this again, but just between us, out here, in the sacredness of these woods. I cannot let you claim me, my friend, you know my heart waits for another. {killian's intense brown eyes held slate gray} My friend, I needed this, more than i can ever express. If i am honest with myself, i know that i will need it again. I think you needed this too, My Lord, my friend. Let us make a pact here and now that when either of us needs like this again, that we will turn to each other when necessary. If you agree, let us seal it with a kiss."
Those brown eyes had more to say than any words could. But the words were good. Very good. Nessa wanted to hear this from the dear wench.
Nessa pulled killian in close and tight against her. She could feel the heat from the little body. She held the wench for a second just feeling. Her love alone kept her from tearing the shirt from the lass and starting a new ravishing.
Instead, she lowered her head and lifted killian up. T heir mouths met in a soft kiss. It lingered. Nessa's heart hammered within her. Yes, she loved this friend.
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The End - 'Nessa Plays A Hand' - by Lord Nessa & killian