Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Delirium
by Shasa & Nessa
October 8th~11th, 2002
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(Shasa) --
Shasa couldn’t help but feel the need to at least taunt Lord Nessa with a reminiscent account of her previous evening with Mistress Judah. She walked down the empty halls with a spring in her step, still on a high courtesy of their new lodger. It was late afternoon, but as no one had seen the Celt all day, every horse was accounted for, and there were no missing lasses that the warrior could be entertaining, Shasa had decided to try her room.
After there was no response to her calls or knocking, Shasa opened the door and entered. The room was cold and dark--very unusual. The sailor lit a candle and decided she’d at least start the fire for her dearest friend. Wherever she had disappeared to, she’d likely return cold and tired, and would appreciate the kindness. Besides, the slut wanted Nessa’s attention on her while she teased, not on the dampness of the room.
A cheerful fire soon crackled in the hearth, bringing warmth and much needed light. Shasa threw several extra logs on the flames, knowing that the chilly air would take a good deal of time to replace. It was then, when she turned to leave, that she saw the crazed eyes peering at her from under the covers. Shasa knew the owner of the gray orbs instantly, and she raced to the bedside.
“Nessa! What the Hades?” Shasa quickly assessed the shivering woman. Lord Nessa was fully dressed, and her clothes were drenched. Her hair was soaked with sweat, and her skin was cold and clammy to the touch. “Oh gods, love.” Shasa moved swiftly, pulling the Celt to a seated position. “Let’s get you downstairs to Amber and Killian, alright?”
The fist that knocked her to the floor was a surprise.
“Getcher dirty hands off-a-me, ye fuckin whore!” Nessa bellowed.
Shasa’s eyes were wide, and it took her a moment to recover her senses. The Celt towered over her form, waving her fists menacingly, and under the circumstances, the sailor thought it best to slowly crawl to the door to get help. Much bigger help. “O-okay, My Lord…I’m sorry…I’ll just get out of here, okay? I won’t touch you again.”
The warrior staggered over to the retreating slut, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her to her feet. Shasa cringed, expecting another blow, but instead she was given a heavy burden, as Nessa crumpled in her arms. Shasa carried her back to the bed and began to remove the shivering woman’s damp clothing. That was when she couldn’t ignore the shaking of her own hands.
Shasa fought her desire to cry, knowing that the time to feel was not now. She had to help Nessa, and the first step was to get her out of the wet clothes, to warm her body, and to see her through the fever. But she couldn’t help the fear that gripped her, and the harder she tried to fight it, the more it took hold of her. Tears spilled from her eyes, which she brushed away with frustration.
When the Celt was finally settled between the covers, Shasa threw as many logs on the fire as she could. She then locked the door, removed her own clothing, and crawled in bed. She knew she should get a real healer, but something inside her wouldn’t let her.
Shasa needed to do this alone. She needed this time with her warrior. Perhaps it was the need to repay the Celt for being there for her so many times…she didn’t know. She just knew that she had to see her lover through this.
Gray eyes opened briefly, and focused on emerald green. Nessa’s brow furrowed. “Don’t cry, love.” She whispered. “Don’t cry.”
Shasa nearly choked and sobbed, at the gift of a lucid moment. Instead, she smiled and nodded at her friend, promising without words to deny all tears. Telling her with a gentle kiss that she loved her.
The slut talked about nothing and everything, both at once, while praying in her heart to every merciful god she had ever heard of. Day turned to night, but the Celt only appeared to be getting worse. Her fever would not break, and she began a continuous dialogue with herself. As the delusions and hallucinations increased, Shasa feared she had made the wrong choice.
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(Lord Nessa) --
Nessa left the Chakram Bar just after seeing Shasa pull the warrior, Jude into her delightful web of desire. It wasn’t so much that she was concerned about losing her place in Shasa’s life (though the possibility did rankle her), as much as it was a sense of just not feeling well.
The Celt worried that this was the onset of the recurring fever that she contracted during the Campaign against Caesar, several years ago. There was nothing to do for it but go to bed and get through it. Her hope was to get behind her own closed door to avoid exposing anyone else to the effects of the hallucinations she was sure to experience.
The warrior managed her way into her own room. She dropped to the bed shivering. How long she lay before the hallucinations began was lost to her. Dreams of Shasa passing her up for any other warrior added blistering emotion to already volatile content.
Lord Nessa would not have been able to explain how it was that she was jealous in any way. After all, wasn’t it her who insisted that they both remain free to taste the charms of others? Still, Shasa held a place in her heart that could never be filled by anyone else. Damn the slut! Was that her there trying to hold her now?
Nessa rejected in anger but soon fell onto a stupor to awaken to a crying Shasa. Her heart swelled with love and the need to comfort before she passed into darkness again.
She felt like she was floating, yes. She was on a ship. No, not a ship, a long plank floating in the sea. She felt the ocean chill right through to her bones. Who was that calling? Nessa lifted her head to see. It was someone on the shore calling and waving. It was a familiar someone but the Celt couldn’t seem to stay conscious long enough to see. She woke once and called out. “Who is it? Why don’t you help me?” but the figure just kept waving. She decided to save herself and began a furious kicking. This seemed to bring her closer to that shore and the frantic person.
Then Nessa was suddenly on the shore. The person was Shasa! She was cradling the ocean soaked warrior and crooning softly.
Nessa felt herself being rocked against those blessed familiar breasts. She was so weak, so very weak. She hated this poverty of will. She was aware of her lack of control, even over her own dreams. But there was a sense of safety now. She was no longer holding to a piece of wood to keep her from drowning. She was holding a warm human body, Shasa’s warm human body. Shasa’s warm, human, naked body.
The Celt felt her eyelids trying to flutter open. They succeeded. It was true. Shasa was there. She came. She somehow knew to come, to stand on the edge of this fever and wait. Nessa felt her tears welling up. She looked at her worried friend and whispered, “I need you Sailor. Don’t go.”
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(Shasa) --
When gray eyes finally fluttered open, and clear, intelligible words were uttered instead of delirious ranting, Shasa’s relief besieged her. She grabbed Nessa tightly to her and began to sob, her body wracked with joy and gratitude. Then she pushed her warrior back slightly and scolded her through her tears. “You scared the fuck outta me, Ness! Don’t you ever do that again, you big…gorgeous woman.” Shasa pulled her to her breast again and began to stroke the tangled mess of locks of the Celt’s mane, kissing her forehead, and trying to calm her frightened heart.
In time, a calm settled within her. “Don’t go…” Shasa murmured. “Like I’d ever let you go, my love?” She pulled back slightly to look in Nessa’s moist, tired eyes, and an integral part of her soul gazed back at her. The sailor swallowed hard and looked away. “Sweetheart, how are you doing? Do you need anything? Water? Herbs?”
Nessa shook her head slowly, licked her dry lips and rasped. “Some water, but then, just stay here with me, okay?”
“Okay. Sit up a little. Let me help you. Here’s a cup, but it’s not cold.”
Nessa sipped and grimaced as the water hit her parched throat. Soon she gave the cup back and slowly sunk back under the covers, lightly tugging at Shasa’s nearest appendage, to beckon her silently. Shasa scooted down and pulled the Celt on top of her.
Nessa sighed in relief, as she settled into her soft body pillow. Shasa returned to what she had done now for hours on end--lightly stroking Nessa’s back, and quietly singing Gaelic tunes from their homeland. When she felt the deep breathing of her lover, she began to pray, barely making a sound, but knowing that if any gods were watching over them, they would hear her gratitude.
“Thank you…if any are responsible for bringing her back to me. She’s all I have here…and all I need. Thank you.” And with those simple words, an exhausted sailor finally fell into a light sleep.
“You came to me.”
Shasa stirred, and looked into the clear eyes of her Celt. “Hey there.” Shasa burred. “You look better.”
Nessa smiled slightly. “You came to me.”
“Of course I came, Ness. I’ve been here since yesterday--don’t I look it?” She smirked, knowing that holding a feverish friend for hours on end had done nothing to enhance her appearance.
“No.” The warrior shook her head slightly, took a breath that confirmed her fatigue, and licked her lips. “In my dreams.”
Shasa cocked her head. “What were they?”
Nessa adjusted her position and pillowed her cheek on Shasa’s breast, her warm breath tickling the nipple until it tightened. “I was lost, and you showed me the way back. I fought until I reached you.”
There was silence, until the splash of a tear moved Lord Nessa to prop herself on an elbow and look up at her longtime friend and lover. “Shasa--”
A finger was placed on warrior lips, silencing her. Shasa scooted down a bit, until she was looking directly into gray eyes. “Don’t.” She removed her finger and replaced it with soft lips that tenderly kissed the Celt.
“But--”
“I know.” Emerald eyes reflected sad acceptance.
“No fear?”
“None.”
Another kiss, this one deep and teasing, quieted the Celt, and she rolled on top of her friend.
Usually strong hands, now weak from fever, caressed the sailor as they kissed. Every touch was slow, deliberate, meaningful…and powerful. Tears spilled over cheeks, and loving words were whispered. They breathed in tandem, opened themselves, and became one.
Nessa slid to the side, pulled Shasa’s long legs open and felt the soft, wet folds of her lover. The Celt’s head fell back and she joined Shasa in her moaning, as the warrior felt the stroking of her own labia. Shasa placed her hand on Nessa’s cheek, drawing her eyes back into the depths of her own. “Stay with me, Caraid,” she whispered. Nessa slowly, firmly pressed inside the sailor’s hot pussy, both women gasping as they were filled.
Their hips moved together as one, each predicting the other with a precision that went beyond knowledge and experience. It was a coupling, not of bodies, but of souls. Each gentle thrust within was an explosion of sensation, spreading like an electric wave throughout both their bodies. Every inch of skin was alive and tingling, further stimulating the magic that was between them. It was a blending of energy that the lovers had known before, and had bound them together in this lifetime.
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(Lord Nessa) --
Rain tapped lightly at the shutters to the window of Nessa’s room. The Celt sat wrapped in a blanket watching the fire and listening to the peaceful sound of Shasa’s soft snoring. Her friend must have been exhausted first, from a satisfying romp with the dark warrior, Judah, then from her nerve wracking vigil while Nessa was deep in fever.
A smile touched Nessa inside and out as she thought back through the years. She remembered her first meeting with the young sailor. Nessa had been shanghaied. She thought:
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 sailor, Shasa. "I have your sword." She stood and pulled my shining blade from her sash.
Shasa saved Nessa’s life then and several times since. Shasa knew the Celt well by now. And Nessa knew the sailor. She was suddenly ashamed of the jealousy she felt earlier when she witnessed Shasa seducing another warrior. No one could ever stand in the place she had in the slut’s heart.
Nessa was suddenly aware that the sweet sleep-sounds had stopped. She turned her gaze from the fire to the bed. There stood Shasa looking exactly as she had that first night they spent together.
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.
Nessa stood, letting the blanket drop. They held each other’s gaze, both naked, both hungry for what they were certain the other could give. The warrior kept her eyes on Shasa and stepped out of the blanket around her feet. Strength was returning with the new fever rising up in her. She stopped inches away from the beautiful sailor and spoke softly. “Be still for me love. Don’t move.”
With one hand Nessa reached around to the back of Shasa’s head. Grasping a handful of that rich red hair, she pulled down gently, bringing the precious face tilting upward. The Celt leaned down and pressed her mouth against Shasa’s. Her other hand went for a firm breast and squeezed. She heard and felt the sailor gasp through the kiss. She pulled her mouth away and whispered “Will you be mine tonight? Be my little slut?”
Shasa’s emerald eyes shimmered. “Yes milord.” She held still while Nessa ran her hands down her body and around to hold her ass cheeks firmly. She pulled in a deep breath when she felt the Celt’s mouth on a nipple, nipping and sucking. It was difficult but she stayed still. When the nipping got a bit harder she threw her head back and let out a yelp and remained still for the lord.
Nessa’s excitement was clear. Her breathing was heavy and her voice shook when she spoke. “You are such a good lass. Now stand with your legs apart.” Shasa complied. Nessa wrapped a strong arm around her dear friend’s waist and pressed two long fingers up into her. “Now look into my eyes while I finger fuck you lass.”
It was good that Nessa held her. Shasa lost strength in her legs as her lover fucked her where she stood. “Oh Ness, hold me.”
Nessa tightened her hold and lifted. Shasa wrapped her legs around the waist of the warrior thus opening her cunt for further fucking. Nessa remembered that first time again. She suddenly pulled her fingers from Shasa’s wet cunt and thrust them into the little slut’s mouth. Yes, It made her wild to see how it looked to finger fuck the lass’ mouth.
Finally, Nessa put her dear Shasa down on the bed. She put a finger to her mouth when she saw that Shasa would protest. She waited to see that silence was maintained then went to her britches where she found her phallus. When she returned, the slut was touching her own pussy, rubbing the hard little clit. It drove the Celt up a notch in heat to witness it.
Quickly, Nessa straddled the lass with her back to Shasa’s face. “Keep rubbing yourself lass. I will fuck you good.” And that is what she proceeded to do. She buried the phallus deep and pumped slowly. Backing up now, Nessa matched her nether lips to Shasa’s mouth. “Suck me while I fuck you Shasa” breathed the impossibly aroused Celt. That is precisely what the precious slut did.
Neither warrior nor slut knew or cared if the lodge reverberated with the sounds of their ecstasy. They were lost in their finding of each other… once again.
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The End - 'Delirium' - by Nessa and Shasa