Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents

A Lady in the Street, but...


by Rider & Lady Elsbeth
August 2005

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(From the Lady Elsbeth's pen) --

Elsbeth lay in her bed. Cool night breezes wafted in from the open window across her body. Night sounds filled the air. Elsbeth always found the night sounds to be soothing and conducive to sleep. But tonight the sounds did nothing to soothe her fevered body. She was on fire with the desire, the need for Rider’s body.

This afternoon Rider left her with not only a decision, but also an unquenchable fire in her body. The breeze that gently washed over her carried the feeling of Rider’s fingers, tongue, touching every cell of her skin. It tickled her erect nipples and ruffled the soft curls covering her womanhood.

Rider’s scent filled her nostrils, making the need so much stronger. She knew that she could pleasure herself to dampen the fire, but it would just return ever stronger. She ran her fingers over her breasts and nipples. Her pert nipples tightened. She sighed and ran her fingers down her body – imagining Rider’s hands touching her. The throbbing ache in her groin grew worse. She ran her fingers over the soft mound and down across her erect clit. Gasping she slipped her fingers between the swollen inner labia, silky and wet under her fingers, wanting to suck them up inside her vagina. Elsbeth cried out in ecstasy. She could go no further.

She sat up in the bed and forced her mind to think about what Rider had said about the Beast. Elsbeth thought about how the beast might make an appearance while they were together. The warrior had spoken of her lack of control over the Beast's actions. She warned that the Beast would not allow her to always be gentle.

But Elsbeth’s feelings for Rider ran deep and back into time. A deep bond should not be blocked by fear. She felt a protective force within her that was for Rider alone. She must honor the very old bond between them.

Elsbeth was strong. She knew she had a choice to make. She had learned long ago to honor her fears and to not let them stand in the way of what needed to be done.

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(Rider's contribution) --

The flames cast a flickering light that licked at the lean, muscular form slouched in the large high-backed chair. Rider leaned back against the crimson velvet of her comfortable seat and swirled the snifter of fine brandy clasped lightly in her right hand. A short black silk robe barely covered her naked torso; long bare legs stretched toward the warm stone hearth.

The relaxed pose was a stark contrast to her restless mind. The dark eyes were unfocused and lips pursed in concentration as her thoughts reviewed each word that had passed between herself and the lovely Lady Elsbeth. A soft smile pulled at her full lips as her memory called up the fine planes of Lady Elsbeth’s face and the earnest hazel eyes. Long fingers twitched when she recalled the long auburn tresses and the soft curves that begged to be stroked. She mentally caressed each moment they had spent together, enjoying them over and over again – warm lips, soft scent and melodic laughter.

Rider shifted uncomfortably at the rising heat throbbing between her legs and the trickle of arousal that threatened to slick her thighs. She made no move to touch herself to ease it. She relished the sweet ache. It was hardly punishment enough for flirting with a pleasure she didn’t deserve.

She took a long sip of the brandy and closed her eyes to savor the burn down her throat. How much of the bottle would it take before she could sleep even a restless slumber?

It was barely audible, the soft knock at the door.

A wide smile came unbidden, then disappeared. It was probably just the serving wench who infrequently found an excuse to come to the Rider’s chambers – mostly when the girl’s boyfriend was too drunk to satisfy her. But Rider wasn’t in the mood for anything but to sit before the fire and savor her day with Elsbeth until the brandy did its work. She didn’t want to soil the day’s experience by ending it in a tryst with a randy village wench.

“Come.” The command was terse, and Rider did not move from her seat.

The door creaked open slowly.

“Rider?” The inquiry was soft, tentative.

“Elsbeth!” The whisper barely reached the lady’s keen hearing, but the location of its origin was revealed when a long arm snaked out from behind the chair’s back to set the brandy snifter on a small table.

Elsbeth glided quickly around the chair, her breath hitching at the scantily clad form she found there. The pink tongue that slipped out to dampen the lady’s dry lips captured and imprisoned Rider’s gaze. Neither spoke for a moment, then a scowl began to gather on Rider’s face.

“Not that I’m unhappy to see you, sweet Elsbeth, but why are you here? Rider asked rather brusquely.

“You told me to think things over carefully.”

Rider cocked a doubting eyebrow. Elsbeth smiled as she knelt between Rider’s thighs and laid a warm hand on the horse master’s tanned cheek.

“I have considered your warnings.” Rider began to shake her head, but Elsbeth reached out with her other hand to stop it. “No, listen. I have considered what you told me carefully. I also have been thinking very hard about the connection I feel between us. It is something I, for one, want to explore.”

“Elsbeth,” Rider began.

“No! Tell me that you don’t want me, and I’ll go. But it better be because you mean it, not because you are afraid for me.”

Rider stared into the eyes that seemed to touch her very soul. “Maybe I’m afraid OF you,” she whispered.

“Too late to retreat, warrior. This campaign is already under way.” Elsbeth’s hands slid down to pin Rider’s strong forearms against the chair arms as she leaned forward, her lips inches from Rider’s. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

A heart beat, two, three.

“I cannot,” Rider whispered.

She closed the distance between them, capturing Elsbeth’s mouth with all the heat that had been building in her. Sweet. Sweet as the cream on plump, red strawberries. Warm tongues dance until the lady yields, sucking Rider’s muscle into her hot mouth.

They part, gasping with the intensity of their melding. Rider’s need simmers. Her body tingles everywhere Elsbeth touches her. She feels the heat building between them.

Then she says it. And Rider’s fire turns white hot.

“I need to feel your power. I need to know all of you,” Elsbeth whispered.

Rider groans and her hips buck at the words. She slides her robe from shoulders. Dark nipples are hard with lust. The jeweled stud in her navel glitters in the firelight as muscles convulse with desire. She presses down on Lady Elsbeth’s shoulders, guiding her toward the neatly trimmed center of her passion. Her need swells to the point of pain.

“Suck me.” Her voice is hoarse with wanting.

Lady Elsbeth does not hesitate. She feels Rider’s arousal. It soaked through her dressing gown when she had leaned in for the first kiss.

Rider hisses when Elsbeth bites down hard on the lean thigh before drawing her into her mouth. Rider is hard and already hanging on the edge. Elsbeth’s tongue is a salve to her pain. How does this woman instinctively know where to touch her? She grunts and curls inward as a sharp orgasm cuts through her.

Chest heaving and heart pounding, she stares down at the beautiful Elsbeth still kneeling between her legs, bathing her thighs with an agile tongue. She pulls her lady up so they are both standing. Rider uses her discarded robe to dry her copious arousal from Elsbeth’s soft cheeks.

She kisses her, tasting herself on those full, red lips.

“You are so beautiful,” Rider is breathless. “I want to see all of you.”

Elsbeth stands trembling as Rider slowly undresses her. The horse master’s calloused hands are gentle as they pull at the laces on the emerald dressing gown. They stroke the fine shoulders as the gown falls away to reveal the soft curves and a well-toned body in the firelight. Rider’s thumbs caress the hardening pink nipples as she lifts the creamy breasts in her hands. Her tongue flicks across the smooth abdomen as she kneels to remove the thin lace thong concealing Elsbeth’s treasure. Nostrils flare at the musky, sweet smell of the lady’s arousal.

Rider again stands and, grasping Elsbeth’s hand and leading her to the cool, soft sheets of her bed. She intends this first time to be slow and gentle.

She lays Elsbeth down and settles her weight against the smaller woman. She whispers at last the thoughts that have filled her mind since first seeing Elsbeth standing in the lodge common room.

“Since the moment I saw these delicate ears, I’ve wanted to lick them,” Rider purred, her tongue following the direction of her words. “Every time I’ve gazed on this throbbing pulse, I’ve wanted to suck this elegant neck.”

Hot mouth closes on delicate neck. Dual moans. Slim legs grasping at a muscled thigh, rocking, slick juices. Bodies pressing together, rocking. Moans. Fingers threading through thick auburn locks, tugging to expose a pulsing neck, full red lips slightly parted. Dark eyes rake across smooth, oh so soft skin. Mouths meet, tongues dance. Back arched, breast offered. Trailing kisses, broad tongue flicks against pink, aching nipples.

Long fingers search, find hot wetness. Stoke, stroke, hard throbbing clit. Probing, slowing entering and filling.

“So beautiful, so beautiful.”

Steady stroking, weight shifting, thigh pressing, punctuating … each … stroke. Harder. Faster. Two fingers, three. Soft grunts, whimpers weave a primal harmony.

“Oh, god. Oh, god.”

Thumb now pressing hard with each stroke. Lips captured, tongue probing. Stroking, swelling, mounting, sweet pleasure bursting, flowing through trembling limbs.

“Rider!” she sobs, tears flowing, arms clinging to strong sweating shoulders.

A trembling hand combs through sun-bleached locks. Soft, gentle kisses, then they lie still. Hearts pounding together. Slow withdrawal, jerking aftershocks.

“That was, that was…” Hazel eyes darken to deep blue and hold warm brown ones. “That was incredible, but…”

An elegantly raised eyebrow. “But?”

“Not enough,” Elsbeth growls. She sinks long, sharp nails into Rider’s hard buttocks and rakes them up the horse master’s bare flanks, leaving behind dark slashes. Blue eyes bore into brown. “I want your passion and your fury. I want it all,” she demands.

Nostrils flare at the metallic scent of her own blood. The Beast awakes and howls to be released. Rider closes her eyes and wills it down.

“Don’t,” Elsbeth commands, raking her nails across the broad shoulders. “Don’t protect me. I won’t accept you giving me only part of yourself.”

“You don’t know what you ask,” Rider hisses through clinched teeth.

“I’m not asking.” She bites hard into Rider’s shoulder, again drawing blood then pulls back to let Rider see her lick it from her lips. “I’m telling you.”

A low growl, and the brown eyes fade to eerie amber. Rider’s voice is deep, coarse like gravel. “As you wish, my lady.”

The Beast sits up on tense haunches, then bends low to sniff at Elsbeth’s still sopping cunt. It runs a long finger through the wetness and licks it clean.

Elsbeth trembles with both excitement and trepidation. Her heart tells her that Rider will not let the Beast hurt her past the pain that brings pleasure. But her head still questions which is stronger – the Beast or the gentle Rider.

The yellow eyes ravish her. A hot tongue licks Rider’s blood remaining on her lips, then devours her mouth until her lips bruise and her blood mingles with her lover's.

Incredibly strong arms grab her legs, open her thighs and roughly pull her hot center against the ripped abdomen. The jeweled navel stud presses into her still sensitive clit. A hot mouth sucks hard at her tender breasts, teeth biting down until she cries out. Hot bolts of pain and pleasure shoot through her. Yes, this is what she has always wanted and never had.

Elsbeth rakes her nails down the straining biceps. “Fuck me, Rider. I want you to fuck me.”

The Beast growls, and in one swift motion pulls a thick, dark phallus from the night table. It takes only seconds to secure the straps. Elsbeth lies back on the bed, legs open, knees resting against the outsides of Rider’s slim hips. The golden eyes flickered dark, then light again. The figure looming over her licks eager lips. Yes, they are both here – Rider and her Beast.

Large hands grasp soft hips and raise them to rest on the muscled chest. Rider/Beast lowers her mouth to the wetness and dines on the ambrosia, sucking the engorged clit, plunging inside, trailing back to lick and probe the puckered dark entrance.

“Holy mother!” Elsbeth moans. Her head spins. Her shoulders rest against Rider’s knees and hard nipples bore into her ass while an iron grip holds her open to the mouth that teases and tortures. Her passion rises with the volume of her moans until she cries out at the loss of the mouth claiming her.

Hips are lowered back down to the bed, her knees press hard against her breasts as the phallus fills her in one swift motion. Stroking, sliding, in and almost out. Brown eyes staring into hers, soft lips claiming hers. Smoothly stroking, her climax again rising, loud grunts now urgent, stroking faster, passion converging and their cries mingling.

But before the last waves wash over her, amber eyes glow and a growl fills her ears. She feels herself suddenly flipped to her stomach, her hips wrenched up and entered again. The strokes are hard and fast, slamming into her swollen tissues. Her cries and weak struggle to get away only fuel the furious pounding. It seems to go on forever before Rider’s sweat-slicked body leans down against her back and long fingers reach around to again milk her desire. She isn’t sure at what point the pain turns again to pleasure, but the sharp teeth digging into her shoulder and rough fingers twisting her sore nipple rockets her to a place she’s never felt before.

She screams and the Beast’s terrible howl rings out as they dance the ancient dance and explode together.

When her senses come back to her, she is crushed beneath the dead weight of the horse master, the phallus still filling her sore entrance. Her stirring seems to revive her spent lover, and she whimpers as the thick invader is slowly pulled from her tender tissues.

The sheets are damp with their sweat and cum. The scent of their love-making fills the room. Rider quickly divests herself of the tool and pulls a sheet over their cooling bodies. She curls her body behind Elsbeth’s, laying her cheek against the lady’s own.

“Are you alright?” She whispers tentatively.

Elsbeth stares into the dying embers of the fireplace and smiles.

“More than alright,” she purrs.

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Warm sun danced across fluttering hazel eyes. Elsbeth came slowly awake, savoring the soft sheets.

She smiled at the hot body pressed against her back and soft snores in her ear. Rider - or perhaps it was that Beast - had awaken her several times during the night to again ravish her. Oh, she was sore all right - her bruised lips and every orifice had been well used before her lover had finally been sated. But it was a good kind of sore, she decided, as she closed her eyes to the sun and slipped back into a peaceful slumber.

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The End - 'A Lady in the Street' - by Rider & Lady Elsbeth

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