Killian leaned her head into the strong shoulder. She felt herself lifted by arms of one she trusted. She opened one eye to look into the concerned face of the Celt. “You really came, Nessa… you came. I saw you in my mind. I wanted you to come and you did.” The young girl’s voice was hoarse from screaming through a gag, but her warrior friend heard well enough.

“Yes lass. You called me right to you. I knew just where to find you. But don’t talk now lass.” Nessa spoke as she walked down the corridor from Aria’s room to her own, her beloved Killian cradled in her arms. She watched that one open eye close again. She took note that while the girl was hurt, she was not injured drastically. Her wrists and ankles were the worst. The rope rubbed them raw while the poor girl hung from that rafter.

Nessa felt a definite sense of relief when she saw Ikarias take out after Aria and the mysterious monster of a woman who held the Lady captive and who did this to Killian. She thought that if anyone could best such a wicked bitch, it would be Ikarias. But now… she would look after Killian and leave Ikarias to her business. She knew if the half-dragon needed help she would signal in her way.

Just as Nessa reached her door, it opened. Tris stood there waiting for the lord and Killian. “The bed covers are turned down milord. I’ll help with dressing those awful wounds.” Tris was looking at the rope burns on her dear Killian’s wrists. Tears fell down her pretty face. Nessa knew that no one in the Lodge or outside it, loved Killian quite as much as Tris.

“Good lass!” Nessa strode to the bedside and laid Killian down. Tris brought a basin of water, clean bandages and the healing salve that Killian made from herbs just a day earlier. Nessa had to be sure that Killian was on her stomach since the welts on her back and ass were bound to be sore. She stood back and watched as young Tris administered expertly to the lass who taught her just how to do it.

Nessa sank down in the tall back chair by the hearth while Tris bustled about the room with the kind of busy air that was so characteristic of the lass. She came to stand just in front of Nessa at last and asked, “may I stay milord?” Her shirt was open down the front. Nessa wondered if she knew.

“Of course lass. You are welcome here.”

Tris peered wistfully into Nessa’s gray eyes. “Do you know how I have missed you Lord Nessa?” She lifted a small hand to her shirt front and pulled it wide open, revealing her gorgeous bare breasts.

Nessa swallowed down whatever exclamation that tried to emerge and said instead, “Hold up lass! Do you think you could pick a better time than this to go flirting with me? I mean… “ Her words broke mid-sentence as she watched the adorable Tris drop her skirt around her ankles. The shirt came off her shoulders as if commanded by some invisible force. The sub stood naked before the astonished Celt.

“Oh, you mean Killian?” Tris smiled broadly and brought fingers up to tease a red, perky nipple and a lusty warrior. “You have no idea how many times we have talked about you and how we would each love to watch you fucking the other.” More fingers went into that pouty little mouth and trailed down to a waiting nipple. “It would be a gift to Killian if you would fuck me in front of her milord… trust me.”

Nessa thought she must be caught between the worlds where illusion and interpretations were distorted. Her mouth was dry and her crotch was wet. More than that… her eyes met the open eyes of Killian who now lay awake and watching. One didn’t have to use a weather vane to know which way the wind was blowing. Those beautiful eyes were full of lust. “Well fuck me running!” Nessa breathed. She looked at Tris and decided to fuck the lass.

“All right lass, come open my britches and straddle my lap.”

“Yes milord” Tris nearly leaped at the order. She had Nessa’s britches open and phallus in hand in seconds. Nessa held the naked girl with both hands at her small waist. Tris’ legs were spread wide. Nessa lifted her until the tip of the leather phallus was fitted just inside the girl’s juicy opening. The warrior held the sweet body still and grabbed a jutting nipple into her mouth. Her eyes were riveted on Killian. Nessa sucked at that needy titty and went for the other one while holding the squirming Tris just atop that hard phallus, teasing.

“Oh… fuck me milord. Don’t make me wait like this… fuck me, Nessa.” Tris was pleading. Nessa looked at Killian who finally spoke. “Gods yes, Nessa, fuck her! Fuck her hard."

With that Nessa pushed Tris down until the phallus was buried deep inside her. She watched as the beautiful head tossed back and a cry flew out of the girl. Tris arched her back as Nessa lifted her slowly and shoved her down hard again and again. The fact that Killian was watching this drove the Celt to a maddening heat. Hearing the lass say “Fuck her Nessa” finally brought the warrior to the height of ecstasy. She came with a thundering force. Tris followed with her own magnificent climax. She screamed it to the rafters.

Nessa didn’t know if Killian made it to ecstasy. But she was going to pull the covers off the body she loved so much and she was going to see to it. Tris would have the pleasure of watching this time.

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The End - 'Peeping Tomisina' - by Lord Nessa

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