Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
The Unleashing
by Shasa & tris
February 26th~March 8th, 2002
Story Continued from Part 6 of Facing the Music thread of Ally & twi
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(Shasa) --
Shasa hung back slightly from the women that walked towards the great hall. Throughout the day, she had heard word of the impending punishment, but had felt that it was a private matter she should not inquire about. But even if it was Lodge business, Shasa couldn't contain her curiosity, so slipped into a corner furthest from the stage of the great hall.
There were many strangers, but her eyes eventually landed on Lord Nessa. Shasa smiled with fondness and began to scout for the most non-intrusive way through those assembled to arrive at the Lord’s table. Before enacting her plan, Shasa’s attention was drawn to two women that suddenly occupied the stage.
She noted that it was the One leading a young woman she had never before seen. Nessa had told her the One was none other than Lady Allison, one of the owners of the Lodge, but Shasa didn’t care about that. All she noticed was that she felt the same enchantment she experienced the day she arrived, and she began to wonder if she was bewitched.
Just seeing the Lady brought a yearning to her that was overwhelming. Her mouth went dry, and her cunt wet. She throbbed in sudden need, and felt a whimper escape her throat as her legs began to move her closer to the object of her desire. A gentle but firm hand on her bicep stopped her before she reached the stage, and pulled her down quickly to an empty chair.
Lord Nessa’s strong voice whispered in her ear, "No, lass. You mustn’t interfere." Shasa looked blankly at her friend until understanding registered. Nessa smiled and nodded. "You’ll have your chance later."
Shasa’s gaze returned to the stage, and she missed the Celt muttering, "Sweet Bridget, help Alison when she does."
"Sweet Shasa, I will also inform you that the Lady has a way of looking at ye that can start ye drippin'. She can kiss the warmest, softest, wettest way and then just smile at ye, leaving you ready t' fall on yer knees. And she's slow, Shasa. She'll drive ye up the wall with that hot, methodical slowness. I tell ye, lass, it's a fortunate thing you can come as much as ye do... she'll give ye all ye want. Now try t' be patient."
Shasa couldn't help but whimper in heated anticipation.
(Shasa)
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(tris) --
Standing beside killian during twi's punishment was just what it took to keep tris anchored. She wanted to look at Nessa more but thought it would make her appear needy for the Lord. She knew that was not what she wanted at all. It was just that Nessa was the only lover she ever had really. Even Alison did not touch that place of deep need in her the way Nessa did.
She missed her Warrior. She missed having that meaning in her life. She knew too, now that some time passed (with lots of tears and tantruming alone in her room) that this separation was really a good thing. She did love the freedom of it. Freedom was something tris dreamed of before now.
She belonged to no one but herself. The thought alone shook her with a mixture of joy and fear. To belong to one's self she found, meant that she was free to do what she wanted (as soon as she found out what that was), see whomever she wanted and move about freely without restriction of an ardent Warrior. She did like it.
tris thought this must be how killian felt all the time. She thought it must be what kept the beautiful dj from being scooped up by some insistent butch. The love of this freedom. Now if she could only get the boldness. She thought about how she tried to approach the dragon Warrior and how that failed miserably. It was nice to know that if she tried it again she wouldn't be punished for it. But could she try again after such a fiasco?
Nessa was looking straight at her! That feeling of intimidation rose up in her... and something else. Lord Nessa was not trying to intimidate. She was looking as if she longed for tris. The other feeling tris felt was entirely new. It was power. It was a sense of control. tris could say yes or no to the Lord. The reality of that nearly overwhelmed her.
The only thing was... this throbbing in her cunt every time she looked at Nessa. Damn the sex thing! She wanted to melt under Nessa's touch again. She shook out of the thought. She would like to try to find another Warrior to please at least once before she decided that Nessa was the only one.
She realized that all the Warriors still thought of her as belonging to Nessa. She would have to approach one of the beautiful things and be bold. Oh sure. This was hard. At least when she had no choice, she wasn't ever burdened with making decisions.
Nessa strolled off the stage after her turn at punishing twi and disappeared. tris scanned the big room. Nessa was tall. She couldn't be missed. Did she go to the stables? tris thought of the time she came looking for Nessa in the stables. The heat slammed into her core at the memory.
She could try for Ikarias again and explain that she just wanted one time. Would the fierce looking Lord be offended or worse... laugh at her? What about that really sexy one who was Nessa's friend. The new one. Was she someone who would switch to accommodate a wench like tris? Just one time?
tris thought about all these things and decided at last to wait until tomorrow to act on her thoughts.
(tris)
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(Shasa) --
Shasa didn't know when she had quit breathing. Her desire for Lady Alison's attentions had overtaken her, and now...watching the object of her desire only a few feet away, satisfying the bound wench...with the knowledge that even after waiting for her to return to the Lodge, the Lady would still not be satisfying her this night...Shasa's passion began to change.
The One pinched the bound wench's tits, and the moans were so much louder…Shasa cringed as her own desire screamed throughout her entire body…the wench's liquid fire glittered in the light; the Lady's fingers moving faster now…Shasa closed her eyes tightly, and gripped the edge of the table. Her muscles stood out strongly, as she tried to tame what was within her.
When her vision once again was able to focus on the writhing wench so near release, the change within Shasa was visible to those that knew what to look for. The green of her eyes had darkened and her breathing had resumed…slowly… through slightly flared nostrils.
The Lady whispered to the bound one, and Shasa's half-lidded eyes narrowed further. She imagined an invitation extending to the room to participate in the taking of the wench. She smirked…now that would be fun. She could smell the excitement of the lovely wench, and imagined herself accepting such an invitation. Shasa's muscles twitched, pulling her unceremoniously out of that glorious vision. (take that as you will). Piercing eyes turned their lustful gaze towards the crowd of onlookers, studying them. Searching. Finding.
She was small, and looked quite young. But the fullness of her body told Shasa that she was indeed a woman. The eyes were raptly attentive to the wench on stage. The small one looked as if she were trying not to enjoy the show, but couldn't tear her eyes from the passionate display. Her bosom was also traitorous, as the rapid rise and fall indicated her excitement. Shasa smiled. This one would do nicely.
Shasa stood slowly and turned towards her prey. Her body in fluid motion, she soon stood mere feet from her chosen, and silently studied her. Hazel eyes, pretty face, and long brown hair with a bit of red highlights. Very nice. It was there…the thing that had drawn her in the first place. This one wanted to be the one being taken on the stage, yet tried to hide her yearning for it. Others simply let their lust show, but this one was shy…like she didn't feel worthy of having her desires…or that they might be considered wrong…or perhaps she was afraid that no one would fulfill them. Shasa smiled. That wouldn't be the case tonight.
With one eye on her chosen, and one on the stage, Shasa waited for her moment to take what she wanted.
(Shasa)
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(tris) --
Alison was behind twilight. tris watched as the Gentle warrior rubbed against twi's soreness and then began that incessant fingering. tris remembered that sweet finger play from the beautiful Alison on her own cunt.
The room seemed hot. Suddenly tris sensed an energy, just coming up behind her. She used to feel that when Nessa got in a mood to take her in the wildest of ways. It was frightening and exciting. Someone was close, like a preying cat that eased ever closer. She turned to look just as the figure came to stand beside her, expecting to see Nessa.
It was the new one! tris couldn't keep her eyes fixed to Shasa's. It was so intense... the way she looked at her. She felt her face get hot and her heart pound. Oh please let this be true.
tris thought the woman was going to pounce. Part of her wished she would. She thought she would move away. The woman's gaze was intimidating. tris turned to walk away but her arm was held in a firm grip. She looked up again. Shasa whispered. "No, no, little one. Stay with me a while."
The little wench felt frozen and juice dripping hot at the same time. It looked like she would get what she wanted after all. It looked like Shasa decided for both of them.
(tris)
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(Shasa) --
Shasa kept hold of Tris arm and pulled her to the very back wall of the room, where they would not take attention from those on stage. She faced Tris towards the stage before sliding behind her where she could watch the small woman's reactions. The wench had walked with her willingly, though she seemed a bit afraid. Shasa quietly assessed the wench and smiled, certain the fear was masking arousal.
Her free hand lightly moved the long brown hair to expose Tris neck, then traced her fingers ever so slowly...down her neck, across her shoulder, and down the full length of her arm...leaving a trail of gooseflesh everywhere she touched. Shasa's strong hand moved to rest on the wench's hip, then crossed her belly and pulled her back against her larger body. Shasa felt the wench shiver, and a smile curled on her lips. The wench was what she needed now; her mind knew it, and the surge of power she felt in her body confirmed it.
She leaned down and placed her lips at the edge of Tris ear. Tris tried to turn her head, but was discouraged from doing so. "No. I want you to watch the wench on stage." Tris turned back as bidden and was rewarded. "Good girl." Shasa kissed and nipped the neck that beckoned her before returning to Tris ear. "I'll bet she's a friend of yours, isn't she?" Tris nodded nervously. "She's a fine wench. Even I, a stranger, can see that."
Shasa licked her lips slowly before continuing in her sultry alto voice. "Do you see her arousal? Do you see how her breasts stand so firmly?" Shasa ran her hand up Tris abdomen and cupped a firm mound; Tris stiffened sharply and Shasa pulled her tighter to her own body. Tris looked around quickly to see if anyone was watching. "Watch your friend. See how her nipples are so hard from wanting to cum?" Shasa rubbed Tris nipple between 3 fingers cruelly. "Can you feel it? That energy that flows from your tits straight to your cunt?" Tris swallowed with difficulty, and her breathing became more erratic. "Ah, you can, can't you, little one? Your body feels the same need, doesn't it?" Shasa's other hand grabbed the second nipple, and Tris bit her lip. "I'll bet you wish you were on that stage right now, don't you? That it was your clit being rubbed and teased while you squirm?"
Shasa lifted her head and released Tris' breasts. The wench whimpered at the lost contact, but didn't move. Shasa again smiled and leaned forward to whisper her questions in that same sensuous tone. "Can you imagine how badly that wench wants to be fucked right now? Can you? And how her hot cunt that drips with liquid fire wants to be pumped?" Tris quaked and wrapped her arms around herself while staring at the stage. "I believe that you know just how that poor girl feels, don't you? I believe that your cunt is just as hot, and just as wet, and needs to be fucked just as badly as hers. Am I right, wench?"
"I believe that I'm right, little one, and that I not only have something you want, but something you very much need." Shasa stepped back from Tris' warm body, and the wench whirled round to face the retreating stranger. Shasa fixed intensely green eyes on her and lowered her voice an octave. "And if you're not standing at the door of my room in ten minutes, I will be extremely angry."
Shasa turned on her heel and left the great hall.
(Shasa)
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(tris) --
Watching the beautiful Warrior (for that is how tris saw Shasa) walk to the stairway that led to the second floor corridors, tris stood astonished. Shasa's hot breath still lingered at the back of tris' neck. Her pulse rocketed to the ceiling. She blinked in wonder at what just happened.
Gaia! She said ten minutes. Which was her room? tris weaved through the crowd of lusty onlookers and edged up to killian. she tugged at Killian's arm until she got her attention. "killy, where is Shasa's room?"
killian looked at tris with a slight frown. "what are you up to, tris?"
"Please, killian, I need to know. I want to know... now."
tris was anxious and killian could see it. The little wench was all flushed about her face. killian's eyes narrowed. "You be careful, little sister. Shasa is two doors down from Nessa."
"So?" tris balked, "Nessa does what she wants to do. She gave me over to myself and that means I decide if I want to see someone else."
"That doesn't mean the Dark Butch won't react tris, and you know it! She is in love with you no matter what kind of freedom she thinks she gave you." killian knew she was right about this.
tris swallowed a lump that formed hard in her throat. She questioned the truth of killian's words. "She doesn't care who fucks me. She wanted to get rid of me and did it the honorable way. Now I am going to live with the bloody freedom! I want things too!" Both wenches were stunned at the outburst. killian at the surge of spunk that had developed in her friend and tris at the hurt she felt deep in her heart.
tris shook her head as if to clear it. She smiled up at her friend's concerned face. "I will be careful, I promise. I have to do this..." With that she turned and nearly ran to the stairway. She didn't want to think of Nessa now. She wanted that gloriously handsome Shasa to take her and fuck her senseless. She wanted to forget. She wanted to feel better. She wanted sex and she wanted affection. She wasn't getting any of it from Nessa.
She was nearly at the Warrior's door. Her body ached for what was coming. She could feel the haze emanating from Shasa downstairs. She knew the sex would be wild and maybe rough. She longed to feel the surrender and the release of it. Thoughts of Nessa trailed off in the wind she left behind her as she ran.
She was there. She knocked. She waited.
(tris)
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(Shasa) --
Shasa's vision was as a clear tunnel on a hazy morn, seeing only her destination and nothing else. Her body was taut; she felt the play of muscle ripple in her thighs as she ascended the staircase. Her natural feline grace infused with a powerful stride, and the result (unbeknownst to her) was quite astounding.
She reached her room and entered, finding a warm fire in need of attention, yet everything else was quite ready for company. Shasa stoked the fire and added several logs until she was satisfied that it would not need further consideration while she was entertaining her guest. She smirked. Oh, she'd show up all right. Shasa had no doubt of that. And she would make sure that she thoroughly rewarded the wench for proving her right.
Shasa paced the room, and her mind briefly took her back to Lady Alison's display. Her jaw tightened and eyes flashed, as an unspoken anger simmered within her belly. A knock broke her undesirable reverie, and she crossed the room with long deliberate strides to yank open the door.
The little wench stood flushed with desire and anticipation, her breathing slightly heavy…from running, perhaps? She looked both bold and fearful, yet under Shasa's intense gaze, her eyes dropped submissively. She felt the Warrior's eyes as they seared her flesh, and her body responded once again.
Shasa stood to one side of the door and watched as her prey entered her realm of her own accord. The wench stopped once inside, and waited. Shasa came close, as a saddle to a mare's back, looking down at the pretty thing…she moved oh so slowly around her body… the fingers of one hand barely touching the fabric of the wench's clothing…nostril's flared, taking in the scent of her…eyes hooded with desire.
Her voice was a low purr, foreign to even its owner. "It seems I was right, wench. You are here after all, so I must assume that your cunt is hot, wet, and throbbing for the fucking you need? Don't deny it. I can smell your desire." Shasa placed a palm lightly on Tris chest. "Your heart races, little one."
With an explosion of strength, Shasa pushed Tris across the room. The surprised wench stumbled, but maintained her footing, straightening next to the lower bedpost. By the time she raised her eyes, the Warrior was again standing a breath away, the sensuous alto changing to a gravelly tenor. "You will surrender yourself to me this night."
Shasa lowered her head and claimed the wench's lips in a harsh kiss. A hand tangled in the long brown hair and pulled back roughly, forcing Tris' head backwards. The lovely neck was exposed but Shasa was not satisfied. She pulled her head even further back until the little one was crying out, standing on her toes and arching her back to relieve the pain to her scalp.
Tris' breasts were straining against the fabric of her shirt, and her nipples stood out so plainly that they seemed to beg for release from their confinement. Shasa chuckled evilly. "Your tits, young one, I want them. If you want me to take those hard nipples into my hot, wet mouth, then I want you to ask me now!"
A whimper was the only response heard. Anger welled again in Shasa's belly, and with lightning speed, she slapped the face in front of her while barking at the top of her lungs, "ASK ME TO SUCK YOUR TITS, WENCH!" Tris immediately did just that, and the fear combined with need in her voice was an aphrodisiac to the Warrior. Shasa obliged the wench by ripping the fabric open, and as the firm mounds fell from their captivity, she dove upon them in hunger. The young one writhed and moaned at the contact, fueling Shasa's burning desire.
Shasa released Tris and threw the smaller woman onto the bed. Tris scrambled away from her as she approached, perhaps an understandable reaction, but Shasa easily grasped the girl and pinned her down. Shasa climbed on top of the wench with sinuous grace and looked down with hooded lids into frightened, yet yearning hazel eyes.
She spoke with sensual tones once again. "You want me to fuck you as much as I want to do it. I know you do, little one. I can feel the lust from your hot skin," she licked the hollow of Tris throat, "see it in your engorged tits," she bit a nipple, "hear it in your moans and cries, and" she closed her eyes and inhaled with flared nostrils, "smell your lust from your wet, wet pussy." Green eyes re- engaged the hazel ones. "You want to be taken. And I promise you, that I am quite skilled in that department; I'll leave you wanting nothing. But I won't take you…nor will I allow you to leave and find another…unless you begin to please me."
Shasa let her words sink in for a moment. When she saw the wench's eyes grow round, she smiled seductively. "Would you like to know how to do that, my dear?"
(Shasa)
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(tris) --
tris knew this wildness. She had a familiarity with it's heat and it's danger. Shasa was beyond reason with force of it and tris knew it. Loved it. The little wench felt the relief that surrender brings.
"What do you want me to do, Lord Shasa? I will please you." She heard the sound of pleading in her voice somewhere beneath the shakiness. "Let me be your slut, Lord. I will do whatever pleases you... please... let me" The throbbing in her poor swollen cunt just got heavier.
Shasa was sooo strong and so dangerous. The fear in the girl was nothing to the excitement she felt. tris sobbed in surrender. "please tell me what to do, Lord." She knew she would do as she was told. She wanted to be submissive to this powerful one who walked right up to her and captured her with a few strong moves and a hot command.
Would she be tied? Would the Warrior string her up and whip her? What pleased this one? Perhaps she needed tris' young mouth to pleasure her. She waited for the feral beast to speak.
(tris)
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(Shasa) --
Shasa ran a fingertip along Tris' slightly parted lips, and kept her lust in check. "This is what I want. I want these lips to tell me everything within you. I want to hear your voice, little one, the entire time. You must release every moan, groan, scream, cuss word, thought, desire, and plea to me as you feel it. You must not hesitate, but let it all flow from you." Again, Shasa waited for Tris to grasp the full meaning of her words.
"I know I ask a lot of you, but you will do it, won't you?" Shasa pulled a taut nipple between her front teeth, and flicked the tip of her tongue over it. Tris moaned, arching into the contact. "You see? That was not so difficult, was it?" Shasa's lips closed over the nipple and began to suckle, as her fingers ministered to its mate. Tris writhed under Shasa's body, until the Warrior suddenly pulled away. Tris eyes flew open in alarm.
"You are not doing what I asked."
"But I am, my Lord!" Tris voice sounded deliciously desperate to please.
"Do you think so, wench?" The Warrior's voice was patiently amused, as if she'd had this same conversation with a hundred other wenches, and knew the best way to teach this particular lesson. "Then I must disagree with your assessment of your performance, I'm afraid. You were thinking something just then, but didn't speak it." Shasa was not asking a question, but making a statement of fact; this particular lesson was only understood completely through demonstration.
Tris blushed and looked away.
"You are wise not to deny it. I believe your thought was, `harder, my lord! Please, harder!' Is that about right?"
Tris eyes could not have been any wider. She began to stammer, and Shasa quieted her with a single finger to her lips. "Is…that…right?"
Surprisingly, Tris did not falter again. "Exactly right, my lord."
Shasa graced Tris with a dazzling smile. "Ah, very good!" She removed the wench's remaining clothes and drank in the sight of the naked body before her. She felt her passion begin to rise once more, and it was with difficulty that the Warrior maintained her line of thought. She swallowed hard and tried to focus. "It is not for you to know how I know, young one, but suffice it to say that I do. Knowing that you cannot withhold anything at all, do you still wish to please me?"
Tris lay naked before the warrior, cunt aching for release, and answered the only way she could. "Yes, my lord. I want to please you!"
Shasa's fingers began to loosen the ties of her britches. "And how will you do that, wench?"
"With every moan, groan, scream, cuss word, thought, desire, and plea within me, my lord!"
The answer stunned Shasa momentarily. The wench had recited her directions verbatim! Slowly, a leering smile crept across the Warrior's face, and she looked at the young one with a newfound respect. "Veerrry good. You will start now."
"Please let me loosen your clothes, my lord!"
Shasa cocked her head and marveled at the shy girl. She had really not expected this compliance, and found it extremely arousing. The Warrior nodded and removed her hands from the ties. "You may, wench, but be quick about it."
Very competent hands loosened the ties of both the Lord's shirt and britches, so that they barely hung on to the muscular body above her. Tris then hesitated, and her voice quaked. "I wish to remove them, my lord."
Shasa's jaw clenched. Her passions were rising quickly with the girl's obedience. She found a huskiness to her voice, "And?"
Tris faltered for only a second. "And…I wish for you to…to…fuck me, my lord."
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Shasa's nostrils flared. The spoken word was powerful, and she allowed herself a moment of pause to bask in that energy. She wondered briefly if Tris knew that it was she (Tris) that was the fulcrum of that power, as the one giving it life.
Shasa stood gracefully and pulled Tris with her. "You will first go over to that shelf by the fire, and chose. Then return to me with your choice, and make it so."
Tris' brows contracted in confusion, but she took a step towards the fire. Shasa stopped her and glared. Tris colored nicely under the visual chastisement. "I'm sorry, my lord! Please forgive me! I should have told you that I wondered what my choice was, and hoped it wouldn't keep me long, because…um…"
Shasa raised a brow, demanding she finish.
Tris was nearly crimson. "Because my…my cunt is throbbing so hard it pains me!"
Shasa pulled Tris to her and kissed her soundly. The small one whimpered and moaned as their tongues danced together, and the Warrior's strong fingers ran wild over her exposed backside. Shasa nearly succumbed to her desires, but forced Tris quickly back.
When released, Tris saw the look of barely contained lust in the Warrior's eyes. She swallowed hard and prayed she was supposed to continue to speak every thought. "You want to take me now. Your breathing is fast and shallow, and your muscles are straining to hold yourself back. And I don't know if I should be talking or running to the fireplace, my lord."
Shasa stared at the marvelous treasure before her. Finally she managed to speak. "You do well, little one. Go to the shelf now."
Tris nearly ran to the shelf, and to her joy, found a selection of phalluses laid out before her. Next to them was a leather harness. She chose quickly, grabbed the harness, and returned to the lord with lowered eyes. "You said to `make it so'…and I think that means that I am to…um, put this on you?"
"You will first remove my clothing entirely, then you will give me the cock that I will fuck you with."
"Yes, my lord, I would like that very much. Oh, my gods…" Tris stopped and stared as the clothing fell to the floor.
Shasa smirked, then raised her brow once again. "Is it your intention to stare at me, or complete your task?"
Tris blushed deeply. "You have a beautiful body, my lord."
"Thank you wench, as do you."
Tris looked up with surprise, then quickly lowered her eyes to the task of strapping Shasa into the harness. Shasa's brows furrowed with understanding, and did not make the girl admit her thoughts of disbelief. There would be another time for that discussion.
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Tris tentatively touched the Warrior. She had asked Shasa to step into the harness, but now she had to pull it into position, and buckle it. "Uh, my lord? I…?" She looked helplessly at the Warrior.
Shasa simply crossed her arms over her chest and waited.
Tris sighed in embarrassment. It was one thing to have to resign yourself to action, but it was quite another to have to talk about it. "I wasn't sure if I should touch you…there, and, uh…wanted to know if you would…you know, um…finish."
Shasa smiled. Tris was not even aware that she had been playing nervously with the cock while she choked on her words. Shasa took over without comment, and quickly finished the task.
"Come to me, wench, and touch me. Feel what is about to take you. For it is not just this cock I wear, but this body."
Tris heart raced, and her feet froze to the floor. She stammered. "T-touch you, my lord?"
"You heard me."
Tris swallowed hard and held out her hands, then pulled them back. "I can't, my lord!"
Shasa slapped Tris hard across the face. "YOU WILL! AND YOU WILL SPEAK!"
Tears immediately sprang to her eyes, as Tris cried out in pain and fear, rushing to obey. She lifted a shaking hand, and laid it on a firm bicep—seemingly the most non-threatening place to start. Her voice matched her limb, and shook with intensity. "You're strong, and…I wonder how…it would feel to…be spanked…by you." Tris swallowed and moved her hand.
Shasa grabbed the hand and held it. "That's enough." She pulled the wench tightly against her body with one hand, and cruelly twisted a nipple with the other. Tris gasped, and the Warrior took the sound from her very lips in a devouring kiss. "And now?"
Tris both wept and whimpered. "Now? Your cock presses against me, you invoke fire within me, and you toy with me!" Her desperation flared. "Will you never touch me?"
Shasa slapped Tris twice more and threw her to the floor. "AND IF I NEVER DO? WHAT THEN, WENCH? WHAT WILL YOU DO?"
Tris cried.
"ANSWER ME!"
"I don't know!"
Shasa pulled her to her feet and slammed her against the wall. Tris' fear was palpable, and she desperately tried to flee from Shasa's grip. "SPEAK TO ME!"
"You're scaring me!" the little wench wailed, and tried to fight.
Shasa dragged her to the bed and threw her upon it, pinning her flailing limbs immediately with her greater body weight. "SHALL I LET YOU GO? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?"
"No!" Tris pleaded. "Don't leave me!"
"THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?"
Tris' frustration exploded, and she screamed the words that the Warrior was demanding she utter. "FUCK ME!"
Shasa plunged the full length of the cock deep inside of Tris, and the little wench bucked and screamed from the shock of finally attaining what she so desperately desired. "OH GODS!"
Shasa stilled within the wench. Her voice magically transformed once again to a sensual alto. "Was that so very difficult? All you had to do was talk to me, little one."
Tris' ragged breath slowed, and the nails she had dug into the Warriors back were retracting. She whimpered, as she realized the game was continuing even now. "Please, Shasa?"
"What dear?"
"Please fuck me."
Shasa's hips began a slow and deep rhythm into Tris cunt. "Is this what you wanted, little one?"
Tris eyes had closed, as she focused on the feelings within her body. The slowness was maddening, yet in a good way. She moaned deeply when teeth closed on her nipples, sending a surge of energy to her cunt. A distant voice answered, "I want this, yes my lord."
Shasa released Tris breasts and rested her weight more fully on her forearms. The Warriors breasts were now dangling just above the shorter woman's mouth. "Take them." Was the simple command.
Tris suckled tentatively, then with the voracity of a starving cub. She pulled hard at Shasa's nipples, and the women moaned in unison. Shasa's hips increased their pace, with the stimulation that Tris was providing, and soon their moans became constant.
*****
Shasa pulled her breasts from Tris mouth, to the little one's great displeasure, and braced herself as she lowered her body several inches. The Warrior spread the wench's legs further apart and up, as her weight redistributed to her knees. Never once did the motion within the girl stop.
Shasa lowered her lips to taste Tris, as Tris' hands grabbed Shasa's ass and pulled her in as tightly as possible. The Warrior groaned at the desire of the wench. Then, she gently pulled back again to balance on her knees. Tris pouted as the large cock nearly released her cunt entirely.
Shasa responded to the disapproval by withdrawing fully. Before Tris could groan her protest, Shasa's mouth wrapped itself around her mound, and teased the girl at her core. Hot liquid filled Shasa's mouth, and her tongue swirled eagerly taking all it quickly could… because Shasa again stopped before Tris could release.
Tris was beside herself.
"Wait."
And wait she did. Seconds turned to minutes of frustration, and minutes turned nasty. The girl tried to wiggle her way back onto the cock; that failing, she tried to entice Shasa with words. She talked as a whore would to lure a sailor to her bedchambers. Shasa smirked at the amazing adaptability of the shy wench, but continued to make her wait until she felt the writhing wench could wait no more.
Reaching around to the back of the harness, Shasa opened, retrieved and adjusted the contents of a hidden pouch before returning to kiss Tris deeply. Her tongue pushed through Tris lips, as the large cock filled her pussy and the smaller phallus penetrated her tight ass.
Tris arched violently into the warrior with the unexpected pleasure. Her fingers buried themselves in Shasa's hair as she cried out. Shasa growled her response as she pounded both the cunt and ass of the dear Tres relentlessly.
Tris breathing became ragged as her body quaked under the assault. "Please don't stop, my lord!" She begged.
"Don't stop what, you little bitch?"
"Fucking me, my lord! Please don't stop fucking me!"
The pleading was continuous, and drove Shasa beyond reason. Her vision narrowed and only saw the desperate face of the one she fucked. She was incapable of thought, of words, of anything—except the relentless pumping of her hips. She could not stop the motion, or the primal need of release that rose within her.
The girl thrashed beneath her, as she cried out at every thrust the Warrior imparted. She had waited so long to cum, and now it built out of her control. Both of her holes were like fire from the pounding, but she needed this so badly! Tris grabbed Shasa's ass and held on through the assault, screaming her orgasm as it with sudden ferocity.
Shasa continued to fuck her tortured holes as she shook violently beneath her, screaming, and holding on for dear life. Then the Warrior's entire body stiffened before she came with a roar, and an uncontrollable bout of thrusting began.
Tris held the exhausted Warrior, as the thrusts gradually lessened and then stopped entirely. Her poor cunt and ass still held Shasa tightly within her, but she held still and soothed the beast above her.
*****
Several minutes passed before Shasa looked into the tear stained face of Tris. So beautiful in her peaceful expression, and then she was blessed with a glorious smile. "Thank you," was the only thing she spoke, but Shasa knew it was all that was in the dear girl's heart.
Shasa's voice came out ragged, but soft, "No, love, thank you." With that, she gently pulled out of the wench, and held her tightly as the smaller woman quaked again with waves of pleasure.
Shasa quickly removed her harness and pulled the bedsheets back. Her smile welcomed Tris to her, and both snuggled deep beneath the covers. The smaller body fit nicely to the taller one, and several tender kisses were exchanged before sleep claimed them both.
*****
Shasa was an early riser, and this morning was no different. She woke with the little Tris in her arms, and had the opportunity to watch her for a candlemark before the young one stirred. Her long brown hair draped over Shasa's breasts, and tickled them lightly. Her cheek rested on her chest, and the small mouth released warm breath over Shasa's fine hair.
By the time sleepy hazel eyes engaged alert green, Shasa was pleasantly aroused. Not allowing time for Tris to awaken fully, Shasa kissed the lips she had been watching so long. Tris responded with a lovely moan, and both women ignored dawn's arrival by burrowing in the covers and making love.
Tris was hesitant at first, but soon gave herself permission to explore the body that had fucked her so thoroughly just hours before. Tender touches were in deep contrast to the roughness she had thus far experienced from Shasa, but she had felt them before with Lady Alison and Twilight, and gave herself over to the experience.
What she discovered was that Shasa was as soft as she was hard, and as giving as she was in taking. Gone were the demands that she speak all of her thoughts and feelings, and instead, there was a gentleness that she found very gratifying. The touch of the Warrior was now slow, quiet and loving. The voice was deeply sensual, and no demands were made on the wench. Pleasure grew gradually within them both, and when they came…it was together.
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The End - 'The Unleashing' - by Shasa & tris