Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
PMS & Drunks Don't Mix
by Lady Aria & Shasa
August 4th, 2002
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Aria was sitting with Killian in the Chakram Bar totally engrossed in their daily debate of who was stronger, the warriors or the wenches. Both were of the mindset that for all their bravado, the warriors were actually just babies in need of the quiet direction and the constant care of their submissive.
Aria as always a bit more vocal went on to pontificate, “a lot of good their fighting skills do them… I mean they can take down two men twice their size in a fight, then turn around and walk into a wall, if it were not for our guidance.” Killy threw back her head in laughter, and then quickly looked around to see if anyone had actually heard Aria.
As they, sat enjoying each other’s company on this quiet Sunday, Aria noticed the normal mélange of low voices, quiet seductions and music, suddenly interrupted by the boisterous voice of their Shasa.
Killian looked from the now annoyed Aria to Shasa then back again to Aria… quickly doing the math. Aria was PMSing and Shasa had a couple of drinks in her. Killy knew immediately she needed to keep them apart or it could escalate into something akin to a Frazier – Ali fight.
Neither could be trusted to hold their tongues normally, but as it stood now, someone could get hurt. Aria had even less patience during this time of the month and Shasa’s temper spiked whenever you added a bad mood and alcohol.
Killian to her credit did try to keep Aria involved in their conversation, but Aria kept dropping off, in order to catch what Shasa was saying.
Not being able to hear well enough, Aria stood, gently touched Killian’s shoulder; picked up her white wine and uttered the last words Killian wanted to hear… “I will be right back.”
“What in Gaia’s name are you bitching about now, my sister”, Aria asked in a safe enough tone.
“Bitching, is such a relative term, Aria… maybe you should stop talking just long enough to hear someone else’s point of view for a change,” Shasa shot back not missing a beat.
“Yes, dear sister I might try that, if you ever made a point worth my time”, Aria spat out, mentally removing her gloves.
Killian flew across the room at the speed of light. She knew and loved both her sisters very much and knew that under normal circumstances this many unkind words would not have crossed their lips in a year’s time. However, the stars were aligning today in such a way; she knew she had to get one of them out of there… and quickly.
“So Aria, would you like to be brought up to speed here, think you can keep up... dearie?”
Killian winced at dearie, knowing Aria would never stand for the condescending tone Shasa was using.
“WHAT, did you say…” was all Aria could get out.
Shasa repeated herself adding even more conviction this time. Aria before she knew what she was doing, threw her glass of wine into the face of the now sputtering Shasa.
This was out of character even for Aria’s temper and she quickly stepped forward to help dry her friend and sister off.
Shasa caught her wrist mid-air pulled her very close and said…
“Outside now!!”
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“And just why would I go outside with a discourteous drunk?”
Humiliation of any sort was not even allowed privately, but to have a public display such as this, was too much for the sailor. Her blood boiled within her veins as her grip tightened painfully around Aria’s wrist. Her other hand flew across Aria’s face in a vicious backhanded strike. She seethed venomous words between tightly clenched lips. “Because the discourteous drunk said so, you fucking bitch.”
Aria’s widened eyes clearly demonstrated that she had not seen this side of Shasa before. Few had, in actuality. But as she was being dragged out of the Lodge and into the waning light of early evening, her senses told her to fight against the raging sailor.
Her first opportunity came when she was released. Shasa flung her against the first tree they came to, and as Aria turned around to face her friend-turned-adversary, she threw a solid punch into the sailor’s gut. When Shasa doubled over, Aria shoved her to the ground and turned to escape…only to find her ankles in the grip of strong fingers.
“You’re not going anywhere, until I say so!” Aria hit the grass hard, and was instantly attacked. Shasa, eyes glassy and wild, leapt on her body and straddled her twisting hips.
And had Aria any sense at all, she would have stopped struggling. But the lass’ anger was also spiked, and she landed another blow and clawed the sailor’s arms. “Fuck you, Shasa!” She yelled again and again.
Shasa, red-faced with rage, slapped her friend repeatedly across the cheek, until Aria’s arms covered her entire head for protection. Shasa ripped open Aria’s blouse, releasing beautiful, full breasts from their confinement. And as the lass’ arms moved instinctively to prevent her exposure, Shasa grabbed Aria’s hands and threw her weight forward, pinning her to the ground.
Shasa adjusted to pin both arms with only one of her own, and then moved her free arm to raise the skirt that impeded her, and open her own britches. Aria bucked against the sailor, but was held firmly in place.
Fierce eyes locked on one another. “Fuck me, Aria?” Shasa sneered. “Lady’s first.”
It was a white, stabbing heat. The sailor plunged within that most sacred of places; the filling was immediate, intense and brutal. Aria arched immediately, biting back hard on the scream that tried to pass her obstinate lips. She would deny Shasa the pleasure of hearing her scream, and she put her full effort into that goal.
It didn’t escape the limited attention of the drunken sailor. “You’ll scream for me, Aria, if I have to fuck you raw!” Shasa growled as she thrust her full shaft inside the lass, over and again, her only desire narrowing to brutally fuck this woman until she had no choice but to cry out. This had nothing to do with love. It was about winning.
Aria’s tits bobbed sharply every time she was rammed, fueling the sailor even further. White teeth snapped up a pert nipple and bit down hard. Aria writhed beneath Shasa, but swallowed back the cry that leapt to her throat.
Shasa growled as she pumped her cock into that sweet smelling pussy. She felt her own juices pouring from her own slutty cunt and running over her engorged clit. She closed her eyes and visualized it sliding down her shaft and entering Aria’s battered cunt.
And the bitch was hot! She could smell her liquid fire, and feel it on her thighs. Aria’s tits were rock hard, and gods so fine! The lust built, and Shasa felt Aria’s slick walls tightly grabbing her cock. Sucking her in, expanding, taking it all.
The slut suddenly awoke and opened her eyes, taking in the scene in an instant. She was fucking Aria.
Shasa saw the angry determination in the bluish-green eyes before her, but also saw desire. The slightly puffy lips suddenly looked all too inviting, and Shasa did what any slut would. She crushed them with a passionately demanding kiss.
Her cock continued its unrelenting stab into her center, but her eyes softened and she began to smile down at her friend. “Aria,” she whispered, “will you scream for me?”
Confusion passed quickly over Aria’s face, yet it was gone the next instant. Her jaw remained tight, and her lips pressed firmly together in defiance.
Shasa smiled and released the lady’s arms, while one hand violently twisted a nipple and her mouth bit into the other. Aria arched and she groaned loudly, but instead of pushing away from her rapist, Aria’s arms automatically drew her closer.
Shasa released her hold on both tits and balanced herself on her arms. She pounded into the poor cunt beneath her and then suddenly stopped as she withdrew. Only an inch was left inside.
She held perfectly still and smiled as she watched the face of her captive.
Anger left, confusion visited, and despair settled in.
The emptiness was excruciating! Her vaginal walls began to throb painfully, wanting and needing the return of the hardness. Her liquids began to overflow; her body continuing to prepare her for the painful fucking she now desperately needed for release. Yet it stayed at her opening, moving only an inch inside before withdrawing again.
Aria struggled in vain to pull the phallus within. Shasa, that cocky shit, just grinned down at her and waited. She tortured her by moving slightly inside her, or by barely touching her clit. But never did she relieve her need!
Moving her hips did not help, nor did trying to pull Shasa down. She wiggled and squirmed, groaned and whimpered. Aria was in agony!
When she could finally bear it no longer, her voice pierced the night sky. “FUCK ME, YOU GOD-DAMNED FUCK!”
Shasa immediately plunged within her heat and set a slightly less forceful rhythm. Aria’s legs wrapped around her ass, and the slut began to ride her beautiful friend. Both began to moan in seconds.
The motion was right. They moved together as one, as in dance, each one following and anticipating the other. Hot mounds rubbed together, separated, and returned to kiss again.
Shasa felt the cock, as if it was truly part of her body, her signal that her own orgasm was approaching. She felt the shaft sliding within Aria’s slick tunnel, and she groaned out her warning. “Aria, I’ll come soon!”
Sweat and sex-slick bodies slid effortlessly with each motion. Aria’s nails dug into Shasa’s ass, and her lips claimed those of the slut. She breathed her own warning into the mouth of her captor. “You’d better fucking take me with you, sailor.”
Shasa felt like she would explode within the lady, but the slut tried to hold back. Every thrust now within Aria, felt like a thrust within her own cunt, and Shasa began to lose control. Her hips began to pound into her friend, and Aria’s guttural moans matched her own. Neither could deny their needed release, nor did they want to.
The feral screams heard in the Bar came from two distinct voices, and Killian finally breathed in relief.
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The End - 'PMS & Drunks Don't Mix' - by Lady Aria
& Shasa