Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents

Conclusion

by Oisin & Lady Elsbeth
Added; Oct. 2007

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Part10:

Oisin lay in a deep sleep with only a blanket covering her. The Sun was setting and Elsbeth lay close to her, gently wiping her forehead with a cool cloth. Oisin was moaning in her sleep and muttering words like butt rub, and then crying out in pain.

Lady Elsbeth had fixed a bit of supper, a little fish and potatoes over the fire. But she hadn’t gotten more than a bite or two into Oisin. Every half hour or so she would give her a few sips of nutrient enriched water. She needed to keep Oisin hydrated to fight that fever.

She rose from Oisin’s side and uncovered the once cute little butt. The skin was raw from the troll poison Elsbeth had poured on it, the infection looking a bit more inflamed. Elsbeth carried a fear that she may lose her protector before Oisin even had the chance to protect her.

Her attraction for her patient was growing as she examined the muscled body. For all Oisin’s posturing she really did have a terrific body. Elsbeth could feel herself being held in the protective comfort of those arms. If only she could get Oisin to realize where her greatest strengths lie and how wonderful she really was, she could be the best warrior in the Lodge.

She was pulled from this reverie by slight moans from Oisin. She bent over her charge softly she asked “Li’l Sweetie, how are you feeling?”

Oisin looked up at her with puppy eyes and asked, “I’m really hurt aren’t I?”

“Yes dear, you are, and you have an infection. But you and I together are going to make you well. You must do everything I tell you or you may not get better”

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The night drew in and they curled together in the heat from the small fire. The Bards fever heightened, she poured out sweat even as she was wracked by chills and shakes causing Elsbeth to spoon around her. Tenderly holding her the irony was not lost on Elsbeth that this was an exact reversal of last night when the Bard had tried to cop a feel and ended up with a very sore finger. It had been a long and exhausting day, scooping her patient in close Elsbeth faded into a deep slumber.

Faint moans awoke her an hour or so later. Blinking with alarm and disorientation Elsbeth noticed two things simultaneously, one Oisin was making little mewling suckling noises, and two her own palm neatly cupped the Bards breast, gently nursing its hardened tip. Blushing furiously she whipped her hand away to be rewarded with a little whimper from the fevered warrior. Settling down again Elsbeth listened to the regular breathing as her ward drifted back into her dreams. She did not release herself to sleep instead she lay and thought full of consternation at the unconscious drift of her hand, perhaps too closely mirroring her earlier daydreams.

Dawn saw Lady E trying in vain to spoon feed some watery gruel into Oisin. It was like trying to feed a tot, every time the spoon would advance her semi delirious patient would turn her face away and go “Yuck.” Sighing Elsbeth clattered the spoon into the bowl with momentary surrender, “Oisin, you’ve got to eat to keep your strength up.” She was exasperated, what was she to do to get this stubborn little beast to eat! Then inspiration hit, turn her opponents weakness into her own strength.

She leaned forward and brushing her lips tantalizingly across the Bards sensitive ear whispered, “For each spoonful you get a Lady’s kiss…”

Even in her flushed and fevered state Oisin’s eyebrows managed a quiver of interest in the proposition, though she was in no condition to say Aye or Nay…just yuck, which she had no intention of uttering at this juncture. And so the next spoonful came and she chewed and swallowed and received a chaste cool kiss on the cheek, then the brow, the temple, the cheek again, and so on until the bowl was empty and her stomach and heart were full.

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Part11:

By mid morning the Bard’s fever had one last assault before it broke. Elsbeth held her patient near as she swabbed and patted cooling water on Oisin’s face, throat and eventually belly and breast. She knew this was the critical juncture and she had nearly broken the infection that had so poisoned her protector.

As weak as a kitten Oisin lay in her arms as temperature and strength slowly returned throughout the warm and sunny day. By early evening it was as if she cradled an entirely new Bard, the old delirious model replaced with a clean shiny new one. But was the new one any wiser?

Oisin lay in her sweet lady’s arms feeling better by the minute. Another night of this closeness would serve her well and fully restore her to full health, but how could she ask? Now the fever was broken would Elsbeth even look at her kindly again after all the previous fiascos? Oisin sighed and snuggled down into the embrace even further. Lady E’s chin rested on the top of her head, her arms blanketed her, their chests sub-consciously rose and fell as one so in-tune were their bodies as they lay at rest.

Finally Elsbeth stirred and alarm ran through Oisin. “I’m afraid it’s fish for supper again tonight. Unless we use up some of the dried provisions we brought with us.” She began to move away.

‘What if she never comes back to hold me again!’ fretted the Bard, what would Rider do…what would Rider do?“I’m a virgin.” She blurted, and stuttered to a halt looking dumbfounded.

Elsbeth frowned heavily, had the delirium returned…or just the old Oisin?

“You’re a virgin!” Elsbeth repeated in her ‘don’t shit with me’ tone. Oisin felt her panic rise…

“No, no I meant I’ve an aversion to…to…dried foods. To jerky, that’s it, no jerky for me...none at all, no sirree…”

Elsbeth looked at her with great suspicion, “Fish it is then.”

Night brought a vicious temperature drop. Banking up the fire Oisin hoped the sudden cold snap would lure the Lady into cuddling up to her under their blankets. She had been regarding Oisin with that suspicious eye of hers all evening. Why had she said she was a virgin…Rider said The Ladeez felt special when you told them that. Lady Elsbeth looked like she’d have murdered O except she’d put all that energy into saving her in the first place! Lady Elsbeth did nothing The Ladeez were meant to do, why did Oisin have to be stuck up a mountain with a Lady who didn’t follow the Ladeez Code? Stupid mountain…stupid virgins…stupid Rider, Oisin grumbled to herself bottom lip pouting as she prepared their bedding.

To her relief Lady Elsbeth didn’t alter the sleeping arrangements and seemed content to lay down beside Oisin.
“No I’ll spoon you.” she declared as the Bard turned in an attempt to pull Elsbeth’s bottom into her belly. “It’s safer this way, don’t you think.” She added a little primly.

Oisin smirked, “Wasn’t last night.”

Elsbeth stiffened, but Oisin sailed on regardless. “Taking advantage of a poorly warrior. Do you think I didn’t notice you having a sly tit tweak?” Oisin grinned oafishly, “Not that I mind, the girls are here for you anytime you wanna…hey where are ya goin’?”

Burning with anger and embarrassment Elsbeth tore herself away. “That was totally unintentional!” she barked as she dragged her bedding away, “How dare you even suggest…ooffh!” In her haste she tripped on her blanket and fell heavily posterior first…then “Ooew!” Before she could even register her further anger and embarrassment at her unladylike flump a sharp pain shot through her right buttock.

“What’s wrong?” Oisin extended a hand to help her up, full of concern. Elsbeth ignored the hand, and rolled onto her side in obvious pain.

“I’ve fallen on something sharp. Gods it hurts.” She felt round but seemed unable to reach the site of her discomfort.

“Can I help?” Oisin was worried now and knelt down beside her.

“Aow, aow, I can’t reach.”

“Here, let me.” Oisin rolled Elsbeth onto her belly and gently pulled up the dress and chemise, she could see the tear in the cloth and a very small amount of blood seepage. Tenderly she pulled down the panties, even in the fire glow the wonderful creamy smoothness of Lady Elsbeth’s rear was a sight to behold. Oisin felt her fever spike before she realized it was just a lust rush.

“It’s a bloody big thorn. I can see it.” she quickly examined the bruised and injured area. “I can get it out easily enough, but you’re bruising already.”

“There are ointments in my bag, and some small pliers and tweezers.” Elsbeth sighed, what was up with her karma that she could never get away from this idiot. Why did the gods conspire against her so, delivering her again and again into the incapable hands of this blunderer at every opportunity?

However Oisin quickly and tidily tended to the removal of the offensive thorn. “All gone.” She sat back satisfied admiring her work and other stuff. “Now for the cream.” She said with relish.

Elsbeth’s head shot up ‘Cream!’ her mind screamed at her. “No! No creams or ointments. It will heal very well by itself, besides I can reach. I’ll do it myself…” Splat. “...eeeep!” a dollop of cold ointment landed on her butt followed by a warm strong hand.

“Don’t worry.” Smiled Oisin, “It’s all under control. No point twisting and turning when I’m right here to help.”

“No…I’m telling you….” but it was too late. There was no turning the Bard now. ‘Mmmm…’ thought Elsbeth drowsily as she once again accepted her fate, and a delicious butt massage, cruel gods. ‘Perhaps not such incapable hands after all…’

Karma is indeed a funny thing. In less than 24 hours Oisin sat straddling the Lady’s thighs as she reverently rubbed in a healing potion to the creamy cheeks. Gently she kneaded and massaged, and after each tender push and squeeze the pert little bottom bounced back to its beautiful curvaceous shape. Oisin’s nose drew closer and closer to the sensuous skin…

“Just one little nibble.” She thought, “Just one, I can always blame it on a nail scratch …” she was practically salivating as she drew nearer, then she heard the gentle little snore. Glancing up she noted her patient had drifted off under her loving administrations. Something about that pleased the Bard immensely. Smiling to herself she readjusted the Lady’s clothing and pulled her bedding over. Snuggling down for the night she spooned again Elsbeth to keep out the cold and soon both were in a deep and happy slumber.

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Part12:

The next morning brought an ominous sky. Oisin examined the high clouds sailing by briskly on the gathering wind. Elsbeth stood at her shoulder, hair whipping around her face looking anxiously skywards. “Is there a storm coming?” she frowned at the bitingly cold air. Even its scent had changed and the surrounding woodlands had grown unnaturally quiet.

“Nah, just a bit nippy is all.” O reassured her confidently.

“Can you read the sky Oisin?”

“Yup, that big cloud up there, to the left…see...it looks like a rooster. And that one over there…” Elsbeth walked away, “…that’s a castle…” and packed up her horse, “…with a really big flag…” Elsbeth mounted, “…and here’s a cat sitting on a crescent moon…” Elsbeth rode out of camp, “...and …hey, wait for me.” Porky was following Elsbeth. “Hey!!”

Less than an hour later the blizzard hit like a howling banshee and they became separated in a blinding swirl of white. Oisin had no idea now long Elsbeth had been gone. It was not until she turned in her saddle to state she’s seen shelter up ahead that she realized she was alone.

“Feck me Porky, we’ve lost them! The Capt’n will kill us!”

“We? Us?” Porky’s ears twitched, “Not bleedin’ likely. I’ll toss you and run for Rio!” she thought dourly. But she allowed Oisin to U turn and they slowly backtracked.

“Now,” sighed Porky to herself quickly assessing the situation, “Lets see, we were moving 012º North at approximately the speed of rigor mortis, visibility zero and I’ve a sack of potatoes on my back holding onto the reins trying to pull me in the wrong direction…”

Sigh, what was up with her karma that she could never get away from this idiot? Why did the gods conspire against her so, delivering her again and again into the incapable hands of this blunderer at every opportunity? Where had Porky heard those words before? And what had she done in a previous life to deserve so evil a fate in this one? Or even to deserve such a name? Deep down Porky knew she was more of a Florence or a Clementine, but Spud U Like up-top had named her Porky.

Her train of thought put Porky in such a foul mood she purposely sidestepped under a low hanging branch delighting in the squeal from above as a big dollop of snow slapped someone on the potato-head. “Hah! That’ll teach her.” Porky trudged on with a little more cheer. She knew she was on the right track, her horsey senses were tingling. Soon she’d find the gelding and the lovely, intelligent and definitely sane Lady he was carrying. Yup, unlike her there were definitely no nuts on that gelding.

Oisin saw the horse first and then the Lady. They were crammed into a tight crevice for shelter, both blanketed with a thick layer of white snow. She quickly slipped from her saddle and without a word bundled the frozen Lady up in her cloak. Settling her upfront cradled in the warmth of her arms, the bay leashed on behind and following, Oisin let Porky lead them back to the little cave she had seen previously. Porky did this quickly and unerringly.

“That’s one smart horse.” O thought thankfully, “I trained her well…yelp!” Another massive dollop of snow dropped off a very low branch right down the back of her neck. Porky sniggered and moved back onto the track...

The cave was sizeable enough for them all. Oisin moved further back and lit a small fire. She was thankful she’s adhered to Lady Ally’s advice to always have dry matches and…something or other. The fire lit, the horses placated and safe, O returned to Elsbeth who sat shivering, the Bards cloak still wrapped round her rivulets of melting snow and ice slid off its surface pooling in the heat.

Oisin carefully unwound it from the Lady it was too damp to be of use. All their clothing was. She stood and quickly striped and extracted all the warm dry blankets she could from the saddle bags. The fire was giving of a more generous heat and Oisin knelt to try and unbutton Elsbeth’s damp clothing even as the Lady struggled weakly, unable to complain through her chattering teeth. Oisin stilled her freezing hands.

“No,” she said firmly, “no, I’ll warm you, I’ll thaw you out.” And with that she peeled away the chilly layers until the Lady sat curled and shivering, nude before her. Lifting the blankets she wrapped them around both their bodies, pulling Elsbeth into her, encircling her with arms and thighs, pressing her into the greater warmth of her own skin.

“I’ll thaw you out, Frosty.” She whispered into the auburn tresses nestled under her chin. Her hands took Elsbeth’s smaller ones into her own and rubbed circulation back into them. She massaged heat into shivering shoulders and a goosebumped back. Her lips trailed across throat and jawline.

“I’ll thaw out that little frozen nose.” And she kissed its tip.

“And those blue, blue lips.” Her warm mouth covered Elsbeth’s, gently questing entrance. Sighing with satisfaction the Lady conceded to the warmth and sweetness of that first kiss and partially opened her lips to accept the thick hot tongue that rolled over hers eliciting deep moans from both. Oisin’s head spun, she was drowning in honey. Her heart pounded like a war drum, blood slid as slow and thick as lava.

Still holding the kiss she lay back pulling the smaller woman along with her, pillowing her with her naked body. Elsbeth stroked her face, her other fingers buried deep in her hair. O’s hands gently cupped the pert little bottom she had so lusted after from the start of their journey but now she merely cradled it, feeling blessed just to touch and stoke the soft surface, careful of the ugly bruising.

Pebbled nipples scratched across her own. “I’ll thaw these sweet, little breasts.” She whispered. The hands cupping the creamy buttocks pushed upwards until an erect nipple brushed her lips. She pulled it into her mouth suckling gently, extending it, rolling it between her teeth, flicking it with the tip of her tongue. Truly savouring each one, but not as much as she savoured the sweet moans she induced from her Lady swaying above her.

Straddling Os belly Elsbeth began to undulate, Oisin’s hands on her cheeks encouraged the movement until the Lady’s need could no longer be denied. Oisin’s belly shone with it.

Again engaged in a deeply delicious kiss she rolled Elsbeth onto her back and slowly dropping more little kiss bombs across creamy breasts and quivering belly she slid down to the soft furred sex. The sweetest perfume met her igniting a carnal hunger, her tongue plunged deep and strong. It lashed long hot strokes like oiled leather. It swirled like an ocean eddy stirring up salty groans. It ground down and in burrowing and sucking demanding something from deep inside, something that trembled and stuttered its way to the surface through the heightened ferocity of the Lady’s rocking hips. And Elsbeth did surface, she surfaced in a long low cry, mellow and delicious making the Bard tremble along with her as every nerve along her spine tingled and sang in happiness at making her Lady thaw.

Later they snuggled, because under all that lust there had always been fun, comfort and trust. “Better now, Frosty?” Oisin kissed Elsbeth nose. She received a sparkling smile from eyes that were anything but cool.

“Toastie, Oisin, just toastie.”

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Part13:

Lady Elsbeth and Oisin made their way slowly down the mountain. The Lady was mulling things over in her mind. “What have I done? I’ve made love with this motley warrior who has yet to prove to me that she has really learned to be more courtly. I will have to put up my guard for a while in order to ensure that what happened between us on the mountain wasn't a fluke brought on by trauma and ice. I hate to admit it to myself, but I really have a strong fondness for Oisin.”

“What happened between us was wonderful. She is so gentle and caring in her love-making, I could lie with her forever. But until I know that she can curb that foolishness of hers, it cannot happen again.”

“She can’t read the clouds to check the weather… sees bunny rabbits and such. And her singing… doesn’t she realize she can’t carry a tune? She can’t focus. And, for goodness sake, I had to save her from that filthy troll.”

She could see that Oisin was sending glances her way… trying to figure out what the Lady was thinking. But Elsbeth was not ready to share her thoughts with her cute warrior just yet.

Oisin was not her only concern. She had missed her appointment in the town. This disturbed her the most. Certain people would not be pleased by this. She would somehow have to get a message to those who needed to know.

They moved ahead slowly, conserving what little energy they had… a space of coolness between them…

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Part14:

The Lodge appeared in the distance and Oisin’s heart leapt with joy. How quickly she had come to regard this place as home. She had thought to wander many years in her self imposed exile but instead she had come almost straight here faster than the crows flew. She sighed happily, who was she to argue when Fate held her compass.

Thinking of Fate she stole a side ways glance at the Lady riding by her side, composed and radiant in her stately…lady-ness?? Anyway, she was sexy and gorgeous and Oisin knew she’d tackle a troll for her any day…TWO trolls in fact…an entire family of trolls! She would protect her Lady from monsters and danger and snow and trolls, and that nasty wasp buzzing near her. O swiped the insect away. Yesiree, her Lady was safe in this warrior’s arms.

Sigh, tonight they would be together in a big soft bed. O had been day dreaming all the way down the mountain of all the delicious things she’d do to Elsbeth when she finally got her between the sheets. No more hurried trysts under itchy woolen blankets in damp draughty caves for them. No, this Lady was going to be carefully and sensuously seduced all over again, beginning with her tiny toes right up to the crown of her silky head. Every inch was going to be ravished until her skin glowed and hummed with contentment. Oisin was going to be her opium, her oxygen, her object of desire. Sigh.

And so they rode into the Lodge’s courtyard, a huge stupid grin on the Bards face, a concerned but composed frown on the Lady’s. It seemed a snapshot of the day they’d left, except O looked decidedly more tattered. A steward came forward and Elsbeth slid from her mount moving quickly indoors. Oisin led both horses round to the stable block. She was hoping Rider would be there and not off on another Amazon adventure.

Her luck was in, she saw the Stable Master working among the stalls.

“Rider we’re back. And we’re safe! I did everything like you said and we’re safe!! And there were trolls…well one troll…but he was massive! And I wrestled him to the ground….and…”

“Whoa! Whoa there O. What the hell are you wearing?” Rider held up a hand to cease the tirade.

Oisin looked down at her tattered breeches.

“Mmm, troll skin breeches??”

“Looks like gerbil to me…” Rider’s eyes glittered with laughter.

“Ok, ok…it’s chinchilla.”

“Aaah, the girl at the clothes shop flashed you again did she?”

Oisin grinned goofily, “Yea, just a little bit.”

Rider guffawed and hanging an arm over the smaller woman’s shoulders said “Come on, you can tell me all about it over an ale. A troll, you say…”

“Yes, a big bugger, at least 15 feet tall. I pinned him down in a headlock and Lady Elsbeth poured poison on him. She was shaking like a leaf but I protected her….” Their voices faded into the growing darkness.

While this was happening Porky and the bay were unsaddled and led into their stalls for a feed and brisk rub down. The other horses and even the feral cats that ran mouse patrol all shifted attention towards the new arrivals.

“Well?” snorted a big roan from a few stalls down, “Tell us all about it.”

“Oh My Gawddd!” began Porky in horse-speak, “She got her ass bit by a troll and had to stand in the stirrups for three whole days. And the stink of that chinchilla fur when it gets wet! And Lady Elsbeth threatened to club her to death with her own femur…”

A collective whickering snigger spread around the stable as the evening’s entertainment got underway.

Rider and Oisin entered the Lodge. Elsbeth was currently encircled by her Lady friends welcoming her back, glad of her safe return, even though she hadn’t actually reached her destination.

“…Yes, the blizzards turned us back….yes, better to wait until the weather breaks…”

Looking up at Oisin she excused herself from her company and approached. O drew herself up to her full height, wishing she had time to wash and change and look irresistibly butch and handsome for her new lover.

Elsbeth stood a few feet from her, in a rather formal stance. “Oisin, I would just like to take this opportunity to thank you before I retire for the evening. Your behaviour on the journey was both valiant and courtly. Thank you for escorting me with such care and consideration. Good evening.” She gave a very small and regal nod of her head and turned away.

Oisin stood crushed. What had happened? How had she suddenly alienated her Lady? She watched Lady Elsbeth leave the room and knew there would be no secret meetings, no open declarations of their liaison. No Lady to love and serve. To Elsbeth it had just been a cold night up a mountain…a mistake, a moment’s weakness, something that should never have happened.

A big hand shook her shoulder..

“Good for you, Oisin.” Rider boomed warmly, “There’s a job well done. Now about that ale…”
 

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