Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
What Twilight Needs
by Lord Nessa
March 16th, 2002
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Tuttle bobbed her head up and down in appreciation as Nessa brushed the long black mane. The Celt was humming softly to her beloved mare when she looked up to see Alison's wench standing still and quiet inside the entrance of the stable. Nessa paused in mid stroke to look at the lass. Blessed Brigit, she looks like a trapped forest creature. Nessa put the brush on the top of the stall gate and walked slowly toward Twilight. "Have you come to speak with me, lass?" She spoke as softly as she could. "Is it a horse you'll be needing for a ride in the meadow?"
"No, my lord. I... I don't need a horse." Twilight wished she didn't have to do this, but she wanted it out of the way. Her Lady told her that Nessa would be punishing her when she was well enough. Alison still ached from that crossbow bolt she took in her arm. But that wasn't why she couldn't punish Twilight. The Gentle Warrior just had no heart for it. Nessa, on the other hand, had an inherent craving for spanking naughty wenches. Twilight shuddered as the dark lord approached. Her own imagination of what was possible here nearly paralyzed her.
Twilight thought Lord Nessa appeared taller today than she did at other times. She watched a smile broaden the ruddy face of the handsome Warrior. She took heart and said what she came to say. "Lord Nessa, I am here because I want to get the punishment I have coming. My lady said you were the one I should come to. She... she can't do it... " Twilight paused, "but if this isn't a good time..." She saw the smile turn to a grin. Her heart leaped to her throat damming the passage of speech.
Nessa was positively delighted. She recalled Alison asking for this favor. Now that she looked down at the little beauty, she saw it as a gift. The lass was offering herself up to the mercies of the Dark Butch. Nessa raised a brow. "Oh no, lass, this is a perfect time." She cocked her head toward Tuttle. "In fact, I was about to take Tuttle for a ride into the forest. You'll fit nicely on the saddle just in front of me." Taking hold of Twilight's hand, she led the precious wench to Tuttle's side. She lifted the little feather-weight up to sit astride then swung herself up behind.
Reaching her arms around Twilight to take the reins, Nessa felt her stiffen and tremble. This was just the kind of reaction Nessa loved in a worried wench. She spoke a word to Tuttle and they were out of the stable and headed for the forest at an easy lope. The lord felt the small compact body roll back against her with each surge forward. She wrapped one arm securely around Twilight and held tight. Ooh the wench did feel good.
Tuttle slowed to a walk as they reached the forest. Nessa kept her hold nice and firm. She bent her head down until her mouth was just grazing Twilights ear. "Thoughts of being paddled good by me have you wet already don't they, lass?" Nessa spoke softly. She felt the little wench squirming in her arms.
"I... I don't... uh... know what you mean my lord." Twilight hoped it would be a secret.
"Ah ah ah, lass. You're lying to me now." Nessa slipped a hand down the front of the skimpy little skirt the wench was wearing and reached into even skimpier panties. Her fingers found sweet naked lips and slippery inner folds. "You mustn't worry, lass. I have the cure for this." Nessa smirked, "Besides... worrying never changed anything." Nessa let go of the reins and allowed Tuttle her own pace and direction while she slipped a hand into Twilight's shirt and squeezed a handful of creamy sweet breast. Fingers found an already erect nipple and pinched lightly. Holding the wench to her like this was delicious. Twilight moaned.
The lord decided to find a good spot as soon as possible. She wanted a fallen log to lay the lass over. "First I'm going to strip you till you are standing with nothing. I'll put your things in the saddle bags so as not to lose them." Nessa was sure that telling the lass her fate would only serve to get her wetter. "Then I'll be sitting down and pulling you over my lap." The thought of it was causing the lord to swell in her sex. She spotted the log. Swiftly Nessa jumped from Tuttle and pulled the frightened and very hot little wench with her.
Twilight's eyes were wide and sparkling as Nessa made good her promise to strip her. She stood naked and whimpering with expectation. Nessa was so intense and methodical. Twilight was enthralled by the sheer power of the Celt and the calm way she proceeded. She felt the juices from her sex spreading down her inner thighs. When the big Warrior took her by the wrist and pulled her toward the fallen log, Twilight lost all resolve to take the punishment without a protest. She began a resistance that only fueled the already blazing fire in the Warrior.
Nessa handled this little one so easily, it was almost as if she were a child. But the swell of those beautiful round breasts and the puffy little pussy lips attested to the fact that this was no child. Twilight attempted to pull away but Nessa lifted her up and across her lap almost effortlessly. She held the now crying wench tightly down on her thighs. "Now you'll get the spanking you need. You'll soon be yowling like a wolf cub and no one will come for you. This will show you that you really should obey our Lady." Nessa wasted no time in slapping the pretty little ass. She loved to watch the pinkish flesh turn redder and redder with each swat. She held the squirming little wench in place as she spanked her harder and harder. Twilight's cries and protests were unheeded.
The spanking stopped. Twilight still kicked and Lord Nessa still held her firmly. The lass heard Nessa's breathing above her. Something was different. She felt Nessa's big hand rubbing her sore bottom. "Please, my lord. Please let me up if you are finished," she managed through her sobs. She was acutely aware of her nakedness and her vulnerable position.
"Finished? But I am not finished, lass, and you won't be getting up until I am." The Warrior was breathing heavily. She stopped rubbing Twilights reddened ass and unbuckled her belt. She knew the girl was aware of what she was doing when she started stammering and wailing out anew. The belt swooshed out of loops and lay folded over in the lords hand in no time. "You'll be getting a whipping, lass." Nessa was growling now. The leather sang through the air.
Twilight kicked and screamed in a flurry of agony and sexual bliss. She never knew she could love and hate and need something so much as this. Over and over the strap landed across the little wench's ass and thighs. She heard Nessa yelling obscenities as she whipped her. Twilight was shuddering and straining against the impossible strength of the warrior. She was screaming now. She heard herself pleading and then the fight left her.
Nessa stopped. She pulled the wench up to standing. She just sat there for a moment and watched Twilights breasts jiggle and sway with the heaves of her sobbing. She reached again for the lass and pulled her to sitting on her lap. The tall warrior wrapped an arm around Twilights waist and with her other hand pulled the wenches thighs apart. She pressed fingers against the wet folds and spoke. "I think you want me to fuck you now don't you, Twilight? Tell me now, lass, what does Twilight need?"
Twilight sat leaning against Nessa with her face buried in a muscled shoulder. She was caught between wanting to beg the lord to fuck her and wanting to deny the desire. She couldn't seem to find her voice. Then she heard the Celt growl out a demand for an answer. She jumped. "Yes, my lord. Fuck me, my lord." She could hardly believe it. Her bottom hurt so badly and now she would be reamed with the big phallus this lord sported with such pride. Her dreams were about to come true.
Nessa needed no further incitement. She stood and brought Twilight to her feet. "Unfasten my britches, lass." She watched the poor trembling girl fumble and tug until her britches were open in the front. Nessa sat back on the log and pulled the hard phallus out for viewing. She wondered if Twilight would pass out. The girl just stared. Nessa pulled the naked wench to her, picked her up to straddle her lap and pressed the precious little bitch down. She glared into Twilights face watching it change in pain as the phallus entered her wet but small opening.
Twilight screamed. She threw her head back and screamed again. The lord held her down. "You'll be taking this, lass, and you'll be wanting more before I am done with you." Nessa gripped the wench tightly to her and stood with the lass impaled on her cock. She dropped to her knees and lowered the writhing girl down to lay on the ground. Twilight thought she was being split apart. She still screamed. Now her blistered ass was pressed to the ground and Nessa began the fucking that Twilight only dreamed of.
Over and over came the hard thrusting of that phallus. It pounded into the little wench relentlessly. Twilight changed. Her pain was exquisite and her pleasure was a bliss she had never known. Screaming was replaced by loud moans and pleas to continue. She felt the power of the gods rushing through her. Her climax jarred every muscle. She wrapped her arms around Nessa's neck and held on for full minutes as her cumming wracked through her. She heard Nessa bellow out a cry with a kind of wildness she never heard before. Both women went limp. Nessa toppled over the wench and stayed still for a few minutes.
Finally the two women unwound from each other. Nessa pulled her britches closed. She stood and picked the naked wench up into her arms. She held her close and then began kissing her sweet face. She put her mouth to Twilights ear and said. "Is that what you needed, lass?" Nessa sat back on the log with Twilight in her lap and looked into those wide pretty eyes. "Well, lass?"
Twilight melted into Nessa's embrace. "Oh yes, my lord... It is exactly what I needed."
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The End - 'What Twilight Needs' - by Lord Nessa