Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Primal Place
by Jan, the Fae, and the dark Lord Nessa
December 3rd, 2002
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Jan sat beneath an ancient oak. The contents of one of her many felt, and silk pouches scattered in a half circle around the Halfling’s feet. Although focused on her task, the making of her wooden set of Runes, she was aware of all the sounds and movement about her.
Jan loved her forest so dearly that sometimes she thought she'd burst with the sheer joy of feeling life all around her. Whatever the season, the Faery’s kin would seek her out. All life was sacred to the wee girl, who seemed a lost child in the massive, dangerous forest.
Since she'd recently witnessed, and even participated in, so much bloodshed, she needed to find a cleansing somewhere. Giving up on carving and praying over the piece that was to be Sowelu (wholeness) in her rune set. Fae sat staring at the hunk of bark and the blood on her hand from missing her target...odd for jan to ever miss. The creatures that would normally be drawn to the faelet were hiding nearby, as though there were humans present. Noticing this oddity, jan extended her senses but there were no intruders near.
She realized then, her wild kin were wary of her! The smell of her blood, the anguish she carried over lives lost, (in one way or another) to human power and economy. They were responding to the very human side of the Halfling and it frustrated her that she couldn't control her emotions enough to call them to her.
None of the usual rules applied for jan today. Being in the ancient wood was not calming, she couldn't find the tranquility she sought in the embrace of Gaia or her faery kindred.
She tossed the unfinished Rune aside and stood, wishing she could release the rage, the heartache, the guilt somehow. She felt trapped within the confines of her physical body and with strong negative emotions that she detested feeling. Jan wanted to scream.
She truly felt like a lost child in the forest. She wasn't sure that the way home was the way she should take, in order to come to terms with her difficulties in accepting the human heart that tore at her being this moment.
Not reaching any decision but suddenly wanting to be somewhere else, jan left her belongings where they lay, and ran. She was not running to anywhere or anyone, the gypsy lass needed to feel her heart pound and her muscles ache.
She thought that if her body could hurt like her soul did she might find a balance. On impulse she threw off her shirt and her weapons. Jan could not be concerned with physical safety in her state of mind. The Halfling never realized that she was sobbing as she ran, she was unaware of anything but the desperate drive to run like a hunted fawn. Common sense should have brought some sanity back to the girl, but that would require thought...jan was beyond thinking, she didn't want to think or feel anything anymore.
Even with the "victories" of Caitlin's return, the hardships, death and turmoil of getting there, and the new complications of the heart Her return caused, were beginning to weigh heavily on the girl. Jan was tired of just having to accept so much suffering inside of the Ones she loved so dearly. She wished she could kick the fates in the ass for the twisted journey they'd delivered to her closest of Kin.
One thought was on her mind now as she panted through the forest half naked not seeing the blur of woods flashing by. Letting branches and brambles tear at her exposed flesh, the pain was good, it brought her body nearer to suffering, nearer to the one heart that was achingly close to her own. She felt the scream before she heard it, there was no conscious effort, it just came. A roar, a primal yell ... A prayer,
"NEEESSSSSSAA!"
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Caitlin and Killian were at the Lodge by now. Aria would have seen to it that they didn’t stop along the way. Jan disappeared into the deeper forest well before dawn. Nessa was alone for the first time in weeks. The forest was her sanctuary. Certainly she did her best to get clear of the anger and the jealousy she felt for Caitlin. But now she was left with the heartache, gripping and twisted. In her mind she saw Killian’s beautiful face turning away.
The Celt laid on her bedroll curled, knees to chest like a child in the womb. Suddenly she was brought straight to her feet by the wild wailing call of her own name. Sound was all there was now. The one who called was running. She felt a beckoning and knew who called. It was so old, this call. It reached so far into her and so far back, she could hear the tribal drumming of her Celtic ancestors pounding in her ears.
Sensing the nearness of the Fae, Nessa read the feeling and knew the need. She felt her own need rising like a hungry animal. Closer now, the running Faery tore from the trees into view. Nessa leaped in front of her, stopping her short. She caught the Faery in a strong embrace.
The Halfling was stunned for a moment. She looked into steel gray eyes, felt the strength of the Druid and held still in sudden awareness of her answered prayer. Jan could let go now. She could surrender all the rage, all the guilt and the pain of seeing humans kill each other and of taking sides in their madness. She would confess to her Druid that she took exception to the sanctity of life just this once.
Nessa Looked down at Jan’s naked breasts and tightened her embrace. The lass was like a wild rabbit all soft and shaking and… waiting. The Druid felt a quickening heat in her veins. It rushed to her center and stayed. She was hungry for this Faery. Suddenly, Nessa leaned down and kissed Jan’s mouth, holding the half naked body dangling against her. She held to the kiss as she pulled the pants down around the lass’s thighs. Oh, this hot little body was beautiful. Nessa wanted so much to whip this Faery.
“So the bloodshed has ye maddened has it lass?” she rasped. “I’ll take care of that. Get your pants all the way off. I am going to whip you and I want you naked.”
Nessa put Jan on the ground. She spoke as she watched the lass pull her pants from her feet. “I know what has you running. I understand that you want to help me and, oh how you are going to help me.” Nessa drew her belt from the loops. She nearly lost control when the beautiful Halfling whimpered in abject submission.
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All movement stopped suddenly. It took a long moment for jan to realize that the force she felt holding her was actually physical. Sweat began to sting the bloodied scratches that laced the girls bare chest, stomach and arms as she hung limply in Nessa's powerful embrace.
The mind numbing rage, the torment of her guilt, and anguish in her heart shone through her wild dilated eyes as jan became lost now in the Druid's gray gaze.
Her master's warm mouth upon her own dissolving one fire that threatened to consume her, only to ignite a new flame, one that jan needed, to release all the turmoil within ... to cleanse her.
She felt the Celt's need as well through the heat in Her kiss. The Halfling’s only desire was to be devoured by that need, that passion... to feed the beast within them both. A primal healing.
Fae's heart did not slow its hammering pace, while in the arms of the only One who could reach her in any realm. She barely heard her Lord's words over the roar of it in her ears and head. When Nessa lowered her clothing and placed her on her feet again, it took a conscious effort for the lass to focus and complete the process of undressing.
When the Dark Butch spoke again, the words raged through jan in a thundering current. Nessa understood, and would take and return all that their primal urges required. Clenching her wounded left hand, further fueling the heat in her, she could not respond with any language known to humankind, but whimpered her reply, knowing that her Lord would understand.
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The haze was complete in both Druid and Halfling. They were laid bare, down to the elemental beings that defined each of them. Nessa’s gaze traveled over each scratch and tiny welt on Jan’s round, breasts and well shaped arms. A mix of terror and lust rippled out from the little one, compelling the Celt further. She saw a pleading in the luminous eyes looking up at her. “Bend over where ye stand!” she growled. The obedient Faery looked exquisite as she took the ordered position.
Nessa stepped to the side of the bending lass and reached around the small waist, quickly lifting her from the ground, bottom up and limbs dangling. She held Jan’s sweet naked body like that for a moment, feeling the ecstasy of the power within. She felt Jan trembling as she waited for her lord’s pleasure. Nessa could not wait. She raised the belt high and brought it down hard.
Jan’s legs flew out stiffly as her back arched under the stinging leather and powerful hold Nessa had. She let out a yelp of pain. Nessa waited. “I want to see you kicking. I want to hear your cries and screams little Fae” she hissed. With that she whipped Jan’s ass and thighs mercilessly, reveling in the screams and struggles of the beautiful little Halfling.
When the Druid finally stopped the blows, she just held that sweet naked body in place, watching while the lass struggled with the burning welts, pleading through her cries. Jan settled down to sobs, Nessa breathed hotly, “Do ye think I am finished? Have ye forgotten what I do… what I need?”
“No milord” Jan whimpered.
Dropping her belt, Nessa rubbed the red welts on Jan’s upturned bottom. Her fingers squeezed the tender flesh. She felt down into the sweet, wet folds of the Faery and pushed two long fingers into her. The sound of the Fairy gasping combined with the reaction of her body urged the Celt to commence a stronger, faster fucking.
Nessa heard the ancient purring sound of the beast in the Halfling. She nearly toppled over the edge of what little control she had when Jan began to move her ass up to meet the Druid’s fingers. She stopped suddenly and put the girl on her feet. She wanted to see Jan’s face when she fucked her.
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The Halfling watched her Lord's gaze travel slowly over her tightly wound body. She couldn't help shivering as if Nessa eyes were physically caressing every inch that She wantonly inspected.
Jan couldn't quite remember how she'd gotten there, to be standing stark naked in the middle of the forest with the Druid. She didn't really care either, all that mattered was that Nessa was there, speaking, demanding, as needful and lustful as the faery herself.
She obeyed instantly when she heard her Lord's next words, but never anticipated to be lifted off of her feet. Jan always felt a small amount of control over herself, her reactions, as long as she could feel solid ground beneath her.
She almost panicked when the Celt let her dangle in the air for a moment, but the searing pain across her bottom removed every thought from the girl's head. She let the fire wash through her, the balance, the cleansing she'd desperately sought was found here, held within the power of her beloved Warrior.
With each lick of leather across her ass and thighs, the lass cried out her guilt, her anguish...With each hot sting, her troubled soul settled, and her passion grew.
The whipping ended, but jan understood this encounter was far from over. As tried to control her sobbing, she heard Nessa ask if she thought it was over, if she'd forgotten what her Lord wanted next. Indeed she well remembered, whimpering a needful and fearful response, she felt the large hand of her master upon her heated, raw flesh.
There was no hiding from this Druid, jan knew she could not deny her desire for the Celt any more than she could deny her human needs for food and shelter. She felt Nessa's fingers penetrate her, she gasped and began rocking with unbridled animal lust. She felt as though she was flying, as though she'd leave her body and dance among the heavens. Nessa would take her there, she knew she could let go in the arms of this powerful, primal being.
When Nessa stopped and placed her once more on the forest floor, Jan's knees almost gave out. She thought she'd done something wrong, that her Lord was not pleased and as punishment her passion would not be sated.
She gazed tearfully into slate gray eyes, and pleaded, "I need You Nessa, take me! PLEASE!"
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Nessa dropped the belt. This faery was nearly always a surprise to the warrior. But to the Druid, she stood for all the ancient rites, all the magic and all the wonder of the forest. Jan knew like no other, what was sacred to the Druid. She knew because it was the same for her.
Nessa felt a deep, wild stirring within as she stood looking down at the Faery. It was an animal call, an urging beyond the moment. She pulled the trembling Halfling to her and whispered, “I need you too, sweetling.” She dropped a hand down to caress Jan’s sore bottom holding the lass when she flinched and tried to move away. “No! Be still, I will take ye right here.” Nessa stood back and pulled her shirt off. Opening the front of her breeches, she brought the harnessed phallus out. Smirking, she said, “I want you to see what I am going to fuck you with.”
Jan didn’t have a chance to speak before Nessa picked her up. Holding the Halfling high, The Celt took a sweet nipple into her mouth. She loved how this lass moaned. She wanted to hear more. She sucked hard and was satisfied with the cry from Jan. “Alright lass, I want ye to wrap your legs around me… right now lass.” When that was done, Nessa put the tip of the phallus just into Jan’s sweet folds.
Jan’s arms were around the Celt’s neck. Their breasts touched and rubbed against each other. Nessa gripped Jan’s bottom hard and watched the Faery’s face show the pain. “Look at me lass!” she insisted. Then she pressed the naked Halfling down hard, driving the phallus up into the girl. Nessa breathed in sheer ecstasy to see that beautiful mouth open and yell. She lifted Jan again until the phallus was barely inside the lass, then pushed her down hard again and again. Nessa watched the pain and ecstasy on Jan’s face. She watched fresh tears form and fall and still she fucked her Faery slow and hard.
Finally, Jan surrendered her last ounce of will. Her climax shuddered through her. Her cries became a long howling. She felt herself slammed down on that phallus one last time, held there while her Druid filled the night air with her own screaming rapture.
Nessa lifted Jan off the phallus and carried her to the bedroll. She lowered her tenderly down and covered them both. All night she held the precious Halfling, caressing and kissing. Drifting into sleep, The Druid thought she felt a mending and a new surge in her wild heart.
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The End - 'Primal Place' - by Jan and Nessa