Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
The Tryst
by Rider & Lady Elsbeth
August 2005
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Lady Elsbeth surveyed her room. The large bay window overlooked the the lake and surrounding fields and woods. At night the moon would shine through the window: casting light upon the Buddhist altar on the far side of the room. Crystals on the alter would reflect the shards of light against the walls.
The room was especially warm and inviting. Tapestries hung from the walls and silk and and satin adorned the furniture and bed.
Tonight would be a good night for a tryst with Rider, she thought. She picked up her pen and heavy paper, and with her best calligraphy penned an invitation.
Rider stomped up the lodge stairs, cursing her sore back. Her new mare, Song on the Wind, was in a snit today, jealous because of Wind Walker's flirting with some new female in the barn. What was her name? Shadow....yeah, that sounds right.
"Now I remember why I prefer geldings. Hell, even stallions are more even tempered than a cranky mare," she muttered to herself.
What Rider wouldn't admit to herself was that Song wasn't the only cranky female in the house. As the full moon neared, the Beast paced closer and closer to the surface. The strain of maintaining control over her darker side was wearing. Lately, Rider had been spending more and more time in the stable, focusing on her work in an effort to tamp down the Beast's prowling.
Rider sighed and opened the door to her quarters. The only thing that could quiet the growling Beast and bring her peace tonight was a big bottle of Scotch whiskey ....
Rider smelled the perfume before she spotted the engraved envelope on the floor. She picked it up and breathed deeply of the scent she had come to know well.
....whiskey or the one woman who seemed to be able to bring quiet to the howling of her tainted soul.
The smile on her face grew as she read the invitation. Rider held the card to her nose again, closing her eyes as she touched her lips to it's smooth surface and visualized the treasure offered in the smooth curves of Lady Elsbeth's graceful handwriting.
Rider's bucked involuntarily and she groaned as she lingered over the memory of the lady's soft breasts, the arch of her back and curve of her white buttocks. She stretched her arms overhead to pop the bothersome vertebrae back into place. "Gonna need that ..." Rider's nose twitched, then wrinkled in distaste. That smell certainly wasn't coming from the note. "Gonna need a bath!"
The horse master shucked her boots and grabbed a fresh bar of soap. It wouldn't do to show up on the Lady's doorstep smelling like she'd been mucking stalls all day...even if she had.
At 7:58, Rider stood outside Lady Elsbeth's quarters, freshly scrubbed and wearing skin-tight, tan breeches with a dark green silk shirt that seemed to flow over her broad shoulders. Her sun-kissed locks were still damp where they clung to the nape of her neck and fell across her forehead.
She felt her pocket for the small gift she had concealed there. She placed her hand on the door for a moment and felt the peace she sought begin to settle over her like a warm blanket. It was always there where Elsbeth was.
Rider straightened, ran a quick hand through her hair once more, then knocked quietly on the thick, oak door.
It was getting close to 8pm and Lady Elsbeth was finished preparing for Rider's visit. She had just put the finishing touches on her make-up and was patting her best perfume on all the secret places where the subtle scent mingled with her own was sure to be noticed.
She had dressed in her best silk gown that accentuated all her luscious curves. Her round full breasts, barely covered by the bodice, were perfect. The burgundy silk gown, flecked with gold threads and sequins, glittered in the moonlight coming though the window.
She had laid out a variety of cheeses and crackers, fresh salted nuts and sweets along with some wonderful hors d' oeuvres still warm from the kitchen. There was lager and wine and several fine whiskeys to quench their thirst. Elsbeth knew that there was more than one thirst that needed quenching this night. She had been aroused ever since she had slipped the invitation under Rider's door. She had kept busy with the preparations to keep her mind off her heated thoughts and feelings, but now she was succumbing to the need for Rider's body next to hers.
There was a soft knock on the door, and Elsbeth's heart started to beat a little faster. She opened the door and there stood her dashing lover, looking sexy indeed in her silk shirt and skin tight breeches.
"Well, my Love," she said, "you look wonderful tonight." Rider grinned her famous grin at her and came into the room. Elsbeth threw her arms around Rider's neck and planted a warm kiss upon her lips. Rider swooped her up in her strong arms and kissed her passionately.
Elsbeth broke free and led Rider to a stuffed chair covered in satin. She sat on Rider's lap and ran her fingers through her hair, planting little kisses on her face and neck.
Elsbeth's mouth was warm and sweet as she opened to the gentle request dancing across her lips.
It was like coming home, the moment their tongues caressed. The sore back, the growling Beast and Rider's worries over the approaching full moon all faded for now.
She had always turned to her horses when she needed to gird herself or heal. But it was clear the stables were no longer sufficient refuge or shaman to her soul. She needed Elsbeth's elegance, her heat, her calm and her passion. God, she needed her passion.
The tender melding deepened and grew. Rider wrapped the smaller woman in a strong embrace, lifting her up and pressing the soft curves to her own hard angles, soaking up Elsbeth's warmth.
She felt Elsbeth pull away. Her slender fingers wrapped around Rider's rough hand and pulled her toward the blazing hearth. Ravenous from working all day and forgetting to eat, Rider glanced longingly at the feast they seemed to be moving away from as Elsbeth guided her toward a huge, comfortable chair and settled her delicate frame in tall warrior's lap.
But the food was quickly forgotten as Elsbeth rained feathery kisses on her face. Rider stretched her chin upward to give the lady better access. Elsbeth didn't miss the invitation; she knew well the pilots that fire this warrior's heat. She trailed light kisses down the exposed throat and sucked on the pulse throbbing just below the warm skin. She smiled at the low groan in her ear and the jerk of Rider's hips when she bit down hard on the thick trapezius muscle.
Then Rider's strong hands were damp on her cheeks, pulling Elsbeth from her pleasurable task. But her frown dissolved, protest died on her lips and heart leapt in her breast at the face so open, velvet brown eyes so warm with affection, desire so sharp ... sharp as the crimson flush slashing across the sculpted cheekbones. A calloused thumb stroked Elsbeth's swelling lips.
"You are so beautiful, El. I don't know why I've been remiss in my attention to you. You are exactly what I've been needing," Rider breathed.
Elsbeth's breasts heaved and strained against the fine fabric of her gown. Rider raised a hand to gently cup the object of her torment, then bent to lay a hot kiss on the soft swell bared and threatening to spill from its prison. The silk of her shirt was torturing her own rock-hard nipples.
Suddenly these adornments, this finery they each had donned to entice the other were simply impediments.
Rider's fingers worked quickly at the buttons that denied her access to her love's ivory skin while Elsbeth's hot tongue traced a torturous path along her ear. She slipped a warm hand inside the gown's bodice. Now it was her turn to smile at Elsbeth's groan.
The Beast was strangely absent, even as the scent of their arousal filled Rider's nostrils. She stood in one smooth move and strode quickly across the room to deposit Elsbeth on her feet next to the bed. They faced each other as they quickly stripped. Rider's eyes devoured the feminine form before her, and she pressed Elsbeth down on the soft quilt.
They both hissed as naked skin, surging hips and swollen breasts met and danced against the other. Their mouths found and devoured tongues, breasts, ears. Need sliced through them like a razor. Rider moaned into Elsbeth's mouth as the lady found her tongue and sucked it hard.
"Wait!" Rider panted. "Wait, El."
But Elsbeth would not be denied. Rider's muscled form had filled her mind all day.
Elsbeth opened, wrapping her legs around Rider's slender hips, pulling her into her heat. Her hips surged against Rider, her wetness coating Rider's mound.
And the warrior who battled and conquered her horrific Beast on a daily basis, was no match to this small woman's desire. It was complete and immediate surrender.
Rider teased tight, pink nipples as her thrusts matched Elsbeth's pace ....faster, harder. The lady's breath coming in short pants now, and Rider knew her lover was getting close. Still thrusting, she slipped a hand between their legs. Elsbeth hissed her pleasure when Rider's hand found it goal and slipped two long fingers inside. Rider grunted as her strokes pushed her lover closer toward orgasm. Every thrust of her hips that pushed her hand deeper into her lover's welcoming warmth, also rubbed her distended clit against her own knuckles.
"Oh, god, El." Rider was straining to hold back her own climax. She slipped a third finger, drawing a whispered "yes!" from Elsbeth.
The wave of pleasure in her belly swelled and exploded just as Elsbeth cried out and dug her heels sharply into Rider's back. It took every ounce of Rider's strength to continue stroking through their climaxes before collapsing onto Elsbeth's heaving chest.
Rider closed her eyes tight and took several deep breaths to slow her thudding heart.
"I wanted to take my time with you tonight. I want you to know how special you are to me," Rider said softly, gathering a limp Elsbeth in her arms.
Elsbeth smiled as she stroked her fingers along Rider's side. "This was just an appetizer, sweetie." She leaned up and placed a soft kiss on Rider's lips. "I'll order that for dessert," she mumbled as her tongue took another swipe at Rider's sensitive ear.
The slow, melancholy smile was a mix of sadness and affection.
"El?" Rider pulled Elsbeth down to her and hugged her tightly to her chest. The words were there. They had filled her heart for months, and now finally seemed to finding their way to her voice.
"No matter what happens, I...I want you to know that I love you."
The confession stole Elsbeth's breath. It wasn't what she had ever expected from the flirtatious Rider, who continually came to her, then ran away like a skittish mustang. These words, softly spoken, held a promise of belonging.
'Whatever happens...' Elsbeth hugged tight to the broad chest, relishing the warm soft breast beneath her cheek. She knew it wasn't that Rider didn't trust her. Rider didn't trust herself ...her darker side. It didn't matter. Elsbeth knew that one day her tormented warrior would learn to trust in them together as a force more powerful than her Beast. She could wait for that next step after the small one taken in this confession of love.
Elsbeth raised up and lost herself in the soft brown pools that studied her. She reached up to stroke the tanned cheek. "I have felt your love for a long time now, but it swells my heart to hear you say it." She touched her lips softly to Rider's. "I love you, too, my talented warrior."
Elsbeth moved to change the subject quickly before her warrior could realize the strength of this new bond that had lassoed and securely bound her to this lovely lady.
"Now, I know you must be starving. Have you even been eating lately? You are getting too lean," she fussed.
Rider grinned as Elsbeth stood next to the bed and stole the sheet that lay bunched around Rider's legs so she could wrap it around her modestly. She thought it was cute that one minute Elsbeth was wantonly spreading her legs to entice her warrior, and the next moment modestly covering up although they were the only two people in the room.
Elsbeth hastily gathered a good sampling of the delicacies she had prepared for the dinner and placed them on a tray.
Rider quickly slid from the bed and retrieved the small gift still secluded in the pocket of her breeches. She returned to the bed and positioned a collection of pillows between her back and the bed's headboard to raise herself into a comfortable sitting position.
Elsbeth returned to the bed and settled herself - still wearing her sheet - between Rider's bare legs, leaning back against the horse master's warm chest and settling the tray across their legs.
Rider slid the small blue velvet box onto the tray where Elsbeth could see it.
"What's this?" Elsbeth inquired with a pleased smile .
"A small gift for a very beautiful lady," Rider crooned in her ear. "Open it."
Elsbeth slowly opened the box to reveal a stylized horse head like the brand on Rider's shoulder - only this one was made of 24-carat gold and hung from a thin gold necklace.
"It's beautiful, love," Elsbeth breathed.
"Shall I put it on you?" Rider asked, reaching for the necklace.
"Please."
The gold charm felt warm from Rider's hand as it nestled against Elsbeth's delicate collar bone. She caressed it with her fingertip, savoring this token that would tell others which warrior held her heart.
Elsbeth sighed happily as she fed herself, and handed tidbits over her shoulder to Rider's waiting mouth. Rider alternately nibbled on Elsbeth's neck and the offered food.
The horse master sighed in utter contentment as she chewed delicious piece of meat and nut pastry.
At this moment, life was very, very good.
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The food was delicious. They ate and laughed for an hour or so. Their talk was light and intermittent, between bites of food and kisses. But inside, Elsbeth was thinking about the words Rider had spoken earlier:
"No matter what happens, I...I want you to know that I love you."
These words were playing on her mind. What did they mean? They brought a sense of foreboding that put a chill on Elsbeth's heart. Her concern was for her lover. What danger was she going to be placing herself in?
Elsbeth hadn't felt a bond so strong as theirs since the death of her last lover, someone whom she thought she would be with forever. Now, with Rider the bond was even stronger. She loved her more than anything in the world and would protect her in whatever time of need. She couldn't lose this bright and wonderful woman. It would break her.
Rider laughed over some small joke Elsbeth had just made.
"El, you are so funny sometimes, and so cute!" Rider grabbed Elsbeth and began tickling her. "I've got you now, funny lady!!" she yelled as she attacked.
"You won't have me for long you silly warrior, I know the art of tickling very well. I learned from a master teacher from the East," Elsbeth lightly threatened. She turned and attacked Rider with her very best tickling technique. They rolled around on the bed, alternately grabbing and laughing. Bits of food flew off the bed and onto the floor. With their childish play they had made quite a mess!
Finally, out of breath, they lay back on the bed and gazed lovingly at each other. Elsbeth turned, facing Rider, "I have something special to give to you," she said. She raised her body and rolled over on top of Rider. Sitting atop her she studied her perfect body: her beautiful hair, the perfect face, the gorgeous breasts and muscled stomach. She watched the way the muscled arms moved when she pulled Elsbeth down to her body.
Elsbeth could feel her own arousal grow as she lay against this perfect body. She lifted herself up, taking Rider's arms and holding them above her head. She lowered her body and rubbed her mound against Rider's own wetness. Rider moaned with pleasure. Elsbeth reached under the bed and brought out two soft silk scarves. She took each of Rider's wrists and gently tied them to the bedposts.
"I know you can loosen them whenever you want, my love," she said, "But I will just tie them back," she said with an evil grin. Elsbeth looked into Rider's beautiful and uncertain, brown eyes for her approval. But Rider could deny Elsbeth nothing. Anyway, this could be interesting, Rider thought.
"My sweet El, do what you want with me, I'm yours."
Elsbeth leaned over and placed a passionate kiss upon Rider's lips. Then she reached under the bed and brought forth a feather. She had plucked it from one of the many feathered hats stashed in her huge closet.
Elsbeth lightly ran the feather along Rider's cheeks and lips. Rider moaned softly ... chills ran along her body and a shot of electricity in her abdomen and spine.
She moved the feather down her chest, circling each breast and its stone hard nipple. Slowly, very slowly, Elsbeth touched every spot on Rider's body. Elsbeth could feel the energy spinning in her own body. She, too, became hopelessly aroused as she pleasured her lover.
She untied Rider's hands and motioned for her to turn onto her stomach. Rider looked very doubtful this time. But Elsbeth silently begged with her eyes, and Rider relented, grunting softly when Elsbeth again tied her wrists.
The feather moved lightly down Rider's spine, eliciting loud moans from the warrior. Opening Rider's muscled butt cheeks, she ran the feather down between her cheeks over her anus and towards her labia.
"Get on your knees, my love, and spread your legs?" What started out as pleasant arousal was turning into a painful throbbing. Rider pulled herself up without thinking of the submissive position. She trusted Elsbeth, and she needed release soon. Elsbeth moved the feather to Rider's labia and clit, gently tickling the area just enough to again hear Rider moan.
"El, love, I need more. Touch me." Rider husked. Elsbeth could hear the wanting in her voice. It was a precious gift Rider was offering ... this control. The horse master strained to keep from jerking her hands free and taking control to find the release she was needing right now.
"All in good time, luscious one, all in good time." She ran her finger into Rider's vagina for moisture, and circled her anus with her finger, inserting it just far enough that Rider's moans became more frequent, and her breathing harder.
She maneuvered Rider again onto her back. She tossed the feather aside and ran her fingers down her chest to her swollen mound. She thrust her fingers inside, bringing them out slowly, running them up over her clit and back down again into her wet slit. Rider's back was and her heaving mound pressed against Elsbeth's hand. Elsbeth kissed and bit at Rider's neck and breasts, slowly moving down to her aching labia and clit. Rider's sweet juices poured over her tongue like nectar. She moved her tongue in slow circles around Rider's erect clit, alternating this with gentle sucking. Her tongue slid down and into her vagina and back up to her clit. Rider panted, her moans growing louder.
Elsbeth reached under her mattress and pulled out a phallus. She quickly strapped it on and entered distended and open vagina. Thrusting, she ran her fingers over Rider's hard nipples, pinching them and rubbing them hard between her two fingers. Rider's hips matched Elsbeth's thrusts, pushing the base of the phallus against Elsbeth's mound and sending waves of pleasure from her clit to her whole body.
Rider hung on the edge of climax. But Elsbeth stopped thrusting and pulled the phallus almost all the way out. Rider protested. "What the hell? El... no!"
"I'm going to bring you higher, my love, my heart," Elsbeth replied.
She ran her fingers along Rider's hard clit, teasing the frustrated warrior beyond her endurance. Rider slipped her hands out of the scarves. "I've had enough, I'm going to take you as you are taking me." She thrust her body up onto the phallus and held Elsbeth tight. She reached for Elsbeth's mouth with her own. Elsbeth, forgetting her promise to retie Rider's wrists gave her mouth and body over to Rider.
They were thrusting wildly together, each one crying out as they made one rhythm. Elsbeth screamed with pleasure as she and Rider came together. She could feel Rider's energy as part of her own. Rider pushed against Elsbeth as if wanting to get even closer to her. Finally she reached around Elsbeth and took off the phallus. Pushing it aside, she pulled Elsbeth up against her, grinding her clit against Elsbeth's clit. Again the energy rose, and again they climaxed, screaming and moaning, calling out each other's name.
After the passion was drained from them, they lay together gazing into each other's eyes. Rider's soft look, so full of love, and so much different from her usual persona, brought a blush to Elsbeth's face.
"This act of love we have shared tonight, I would do it for no other. It has bound us together" whispered Rider.
Elsbeth ran her hand down Rider's body and cupped her heat.
"Yes, yes, my gallant Warrior, forever," she replied.
Exhausted, they fell into each other's arms and slept.
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The End - 'The Tryst' - by Rider & Lady Elsbeth