Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Lord Sirius Came A-Courtin'
by Lord Sirius & Lady Aria
2004
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(Lord Sirius Leather)
Lady Aria was in a pensive mood. She sat in her favorite overstuffed wingback chair and nursed a cup of earl grey. She was as always immaculately coiffed and dressed in one of her favorite skirts. In fact if memory served her well, she was wearing this very same outfit when she first encountered Her. Crude and gruff and rough around all of Her edges, the Dark Lord was not at all anyone that Aria would have considered in the special way she now thought of Her. In fact if truth be told, lately when the Lady awoke to find herself alone again with that terrible deep ache she would curse herself and want to pull the covers over her head and go back to sleep. Even sarah had been away for far too long.
Aria threw the covers off her small svelte form and literally flung herself out of bed. Another day! Another day! There were things to be done, people to see places to go, sights to see. "Fuck!" she muttered while beginning her daily round of calisthenics. She needed to work off this excess energy anyway she could. As she lay on the thick piece of persian carpet she had brought back from one of her last deadly missions she smiled to herself. At least it looked like a gray day. Her favorite kind. Dark and ..... "shit" that word again "DARK!" She watched the threatening clouds through her open window. They drifted by quickly. Aria imagined they held a prize for her. Like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Today these ominous clouds held a promise of better days ahead.
The day passed uneventful for the most part. The lodge was bubbling with new faces and all about her she could observe the new ones exuberant in their new home, full of wonder and merriment at this place. Still she felt that twinge, that quiet ache that never seemed to go away. It was just behind her every thought, like a bad itch. She cursed Her silently. She had opened a door and Aria the bold and curious, entered into another realm of existence.
The volume of noise around her rose as the day wore on. Visitors came and went, meals began and ended. Aria found herself in the same chair as night fell bringing with it the finality of yet another day gone by. She gazed once more out of the huge clear paned picture window and watched more dark clouds ride in on the wings of night. Perhaps a stiff drink would take the edge off. She felt as if she were going to burst through her skin at any moment. She wandered over to the bar, just as she imagined she heard the sound of hooves far out in the distant night. Another new face greeted her, she smiled and bantered cheerily for a while, drink in hand. That sound grew louder, she looked around and wondered why no one seemed to hear it. Was she the only one to be aware this night? She looked around at the tables. Her friends were talking and laughing. They caught her gaze and waved and shouted out greetings, "come and join us Aria". She smiled that same smile and raised her glass to show she was enjoying herself. The din grew louder. A feeling of dread began to take hold. She welcomed it, and that scared her. She stood at the bar, only her ears tuned to the deafening sound that came to an abrupt halt.
Lord Sirius rode like the devil She was over the last hill that led into the clearing where the Kindred Spirit Lodge sat amid the wondrous beauty of nature's most alluring charms. Nestled amid the greenery of tamed forest and the blue waters of the many lakes that dotted the surrounding country side. She had just ridden past the springs, desolate this time of day considering the day's gray weather. She was in a hurry tonight. Gone for too many days on business that left her angry and in need of more than just a meaningless bevy of those who threw themselves at Her. They were eager for anything She would allow them. Any morsel no matter how small.
The last task She had to carry out, judgment of the dammed always left her battle weary and hungry for more than death. She had quickly gathered Her property and left that place. All manner of creation lay in wait for her, eager to please, there for the taking. But She demanded more. She rode the darkened night of Her other existence, Time and space flew by. Within moments the Lodge had appeared and She began her descent. The loud thunder of the ebony stallion's hooves would be heard by one chosen by Her. A trick of fate perhaps, but if they knew what awaited them, they had the choice and the time to flee before Her arrival.
It began to rain. Large drops threw themselves at the earth, battering down anything in their way. rach ran from the hidden stables with lantern in hand. Throwing a canvas to the Dark Lord, rach quickly took hold of the reins and waited while Lord Sirius dismounted and threw the heavy canvas over Her large foreboding frame.
"Thankee rach, ye be an angel tonight" Sirius watched as rach led the animal back into the secreted lair where Hers were kept. She stood tall, Her dark face gaunt and twisted with it. The need was heavy in Her loins. She stared towards the Lodge, Her eyes penetrated the walls and spied the woman who would suffer Her lust tonight.
Just as a tremendous crack of thunder pealed out of the night, the heavy door to the Lodge was thrown open. She stood there in the doorway. A huge hulking dark silhouette. Murderous eyes as black as coal peered from beneath the sodden leather hat. All eyes turned towards Her but Her gaze fell on just one. She crossed the room quickly, leaving a shower of wetness in Her wake. New faces cringed and oogled at the same time. They watched nervously as the Darkness approached the small blonde woman, who stood defiantly at the bar. Aria placed her drink on the bar and stepped forward, a real smile on her face for the first time that day.
The look she received in return was anything but cordial. The dark coals pierced her very soul. Lady Aria felt as if she were stripped naked. Two large hands reached for her pulling her flush up against the tall wet frame of Lord Sirius. The kiss was hot, very demanding. Thick lips lay claim to the soft mouth, overwhelming it, crushing the small lips. Aria heard the deep growl and felt the insistent pressure against her smaller body. It seemed to grow larger. Aria felt the hand between their bodies, felt the frantic fumbling then caught the dark flash as it emerged. So very large and thick, black leather, with its bulbous head. She began to struggle when the hand attempted to lift her skirts.
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(Aria's Point of View, by Lady Aria)
Aria forced one eye open just long enough to deduce that it was cloudy outside, “well that should bring me some consolation” she groaned to no one in particular as she rolled over burying her head in the goose down pillow. She knew there wasn’t anyone to say it to, Sirius was out of town on business and sarah was away tending to her family. Feeling out of sorts she threw back the covers, slid out of her empty bed and went in search of a shower and some caffeine.
The Main Room was already bustling with activity. Some of her S/sisters were chatting or cooing, depending on how their nights went, others were reading the daily paper while a few sat bleary-eyed just trying to wake up. Grabbing a cup of tea from the extended hand of picifico Aria blew her a kiss over her shoulder and headed to her chair, preferring solitude to company today. Settling in Aria said a private thank you to the Weather Gods for this gloriously gray day. The Lady was restless, she hated days like this, when her skin felt too tight for her body. Sirius was due back soon, but the Lady’s body did not seem to know this. Every thought, every movement seemed to find its way to Aria’s crotch. “Damn you Sirius”, she muttered to herself, “This is your fault.”
Killian came over so they could do their standard new day check in with each other. “How’s Caitlin?…good - how’s Sirius? …gone” they had perfected their morning banter to the point where it took only a minimal amount of words to catch up on each other’s lives. Midway through asking Killian about her plans for the evening Aria stopped abruptly, “did you hear that?” asked the Lady. “I don’t know, what did it sound like?” Kil replied in earnest. “Like horses…” Aria said still listening but the sound had ebbed away replaced once again by the din of chatter. “No sweetie I didn’t, but I know you did,” Killian told her, her psychic abilities bouncing off the walls. Aria chatted for a while with Killian and waved to others all the while hearing that sound. Betraying it to no one else, she needed only a minute of silence to realize what it was… it was Sirius - and she was coming home.
Before her hand even touched the door handle Aria knew. As the door opened, Aria knew. All eyes joined Aria’s as they look in the dark vision dripping in the doorway. Sirius walked the length of the room never taking her eyes off Aria. The S/sisters of the Lodge could feel the electricity between the Dark Lord and the Lady. Aria, true to form she stuck her chin and with a look of… you come to me she waited for Sirius to reach her. The Dark Lord took her in her arms and kissed her, kissed her hard. Leaning against Sirius, Aria could feel the strength of this woman even under her traveling clothes. The smaller woman allowed herself to be swept away by the potency of the larger woman. Sirius was marking the Lady and Aria let her. As the passion rose, Lady Aria became aware of the pressure bearing down on her. The Lady chuckled into Sirius’ mouth at the arrogance of this Lord. To arrive, ready to go… both delighted and infuriated the Lady. Aria felt her skirt being lifted as she was pushed harder into the bar.
“Sirius!”
“I’ve missed you, Aria”, Sirius growled as she dragged her bottom lip across Aria’s face.
“Darling I did not wait all this time for you to return so you could “do me” up against the bar” the Lady said pulling her head away from the kisses that made it hard to think. Sirius just looked at Aria and said nothing. Aria waited but no words came. The look in Sirius’ eyes was one of determination. Sirius did not like to be made to wait…for anything. The Lady did not like the silence it made her uncomfortable…
“Say goodnight to your friends, Aria” was all Lord Sirius said.
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(How Sweet it is, by Lord Sirius Leather)
Aria was cognizant of the curious eyes that watched the scene that was being played out. They were in public here. She was not going to be put on display. Sirius was forcing her hand and Aria knew it. The petite woman with the polished skills of an ancient and deadly art had some inkling of just what the Dark One before her needed. It was a ritual both delighted in. The large hand slipped roughly up her dress again. Insistent in its pursuit of her womanhood. Negligent of the warning signs that the Lady was giving off. Aria backed away, pushing herself further into the bar behind her. Bringing her small hand up between them she placed it gingerly on the massive heaving chest, thereby keeping the bigger woman at bay.
"A fine how do you do, my Lord. It's nice to see you too." Aria's eyes dropped quickly to the sturdy length of thick leather that protruded from the opening in Sirius' pants. She clenched involuntarily at the very thought of it. "But, I'm not quite ready to retire for the night." She spoke the words with a quiet dignity. Her gray and green eyes took their time in admiration as they swept the magnificent figure before her, traveling slowly upwards, pausing at the swell of the sumptuous bounty of thickly ringed breasts that lay hidden beneath the soaked leather overcoat. She licked her lips, a teasing gesture she knew would not only enrage Sirius but fuel the Dark need that so far was being just barely restrained. She was playing with fire and loving the power of it.
Aria reached for her drink and sipped it slowly, her eyes met the angry blackness of Sirius lust. She watched the brows push together, the left eyebrows arched dangerously, thick lips pressed tightly together. She was trying very hard not to break down and lift her own skirts. Aria baited the Dark Lord, here before all eyes at the Lodge. Sirius kept Her silence. Aria was doing the dammed boundary thing again. The audacity of this woman! She had the unmitigated nerve to refuse the Dark Lord. Sirius had traveled a very long ways to have this woman and have her She would. Where they were or who was watching had little bearing on Her actions. She wanted this woman here and now. Sirius quietly reached for the glass. Aria turned away from the bar, sweating just slightly the Lady moved towards her comfy wingback chair. She found the way quickly blocked by the dripping pillar of wet leather. Angry orbs of black fire stared menacingly at her from under the brim of the wide leather hat. Sirius crossed Her arms and looked down at the smaller woman. She had not even bothered to do up Her breeches.
"Excuse me. I want to sit down" Aria bristled with anger of her own now. She was not going to be bullied by this brute of a woman.
Sirius stood Her ground, still silent. A warning sign Aria blatantly ignored while attempting to sidestep the boorish hulk that stood in her way. Sirius grabbed a small but firm arm and pulled sharply causing the contents of the glass to splash out and cover the front of the beautiful blouse Lady Aria was wearing this day. She dropped the glass with an angry burst of "Sirius!", she swung with her other hand and landed a amazingly hard slap to right side of the Dark Lord's face. She curled her small fingers and felt her nails rip into the cheeks of the handsome Lord's face. She was immediately sorry when three long tracks sprouted three thin lines of dark red blood.
The room was deathly silent now. The coal black eyes opened wide for a moment. Sirius caught the hand before Aria had a chance to move away. Sirius pulled the hand back to Her cheek and forced Aria to dip her fingers in the thick red liquid. Aria tried to pull her hand back, but found that movement taken away from her. She watched in disbelief as her small blood soaked fingers were drawn one by one into the hot mouth of the Dark Lord and hungrily sucked clean. Sirius bent to kiss Aria now, Her lips tinged with Her own blood, Her dark eyes glowing with a dangerous lust.
As Sirius bent forward eager to possess those sweet lips again, Aria found her chance to escape and pulled away brusquely, leaving the Dark Lord standing alone again. Aria headed for the hallway and began to run quickly up the huge wooden staircase. In her haste she stumbled and tripped, bruising her left breast as she fell and getting the wind knocked from her tiny frame. The brute was instantly upon her, the hot breath of lust singed her ear. "Bitch" the harsh voice hissed. Aria felt the powerful wave of heat surge through her body as the hot breath seared her delicate ear. A hand was thrust again under her skirt, only to be stopped by the flimsy excuse for underwear that she had chosen that day. Strangely enough, they were a gift from Sirius. It was an awkward position. The stairs jutted painfully into her body while the heavier weight of Her, held the Lady down. The hand pawed at her panties. The thick fingers barely brushing over her mound, they tried to take hold of the thin material. With a triumphant shout of "Oh no you don't!" Aria arched her body backwards, throwing Sirius momentarily off guard. The Lady slipped easily out from under the large body atop her and pushed herself upright , taking the stairs quickly now with the Dark Lord in hot pursuit. Several Lodgers stood at the bottom of the stairs watching the Lord and Lady engage in this most strange display of Dark foreplay.
Aria dared not look back. She could hear the heavy breathing and murderous chuckle just behind her. She kept straight on until she reached the door of her room and slid inside. She slammed the door with all her might. The sound echoed through the now quiet Lodge. Sirius stood just outside, still dressed in her wet leather garments and hat. She tried the door and found it locked. She smiled then. Her eyes narrowed , the thick brows came together to form a single thick hairy ridge. She felt the power of her blood pulsing through her veins. The darkened face throbbed, forcing a fresh outpouring of blood onto her cheek. She leaned back and kicked angrily at the door breaking the lock as the door swung open. She stepped inside and quickly shut the door behind her. They were alone now.
Aria stood in the midst of the room, breathing heavily. Her large breasts seemed to swell in the Dark Lords presence. Sirius merely stood tall and silent, blood dripping from the angry red lines on her cheek.
"Are you going to make this hard on yourself Aria?"
"If you thought I was just going to stand there and open My legs for You, You are quite mistaken!"
Aria felt the angry eyes on her body. Even though the Lady was still fully clothed she felt naked under Her gaze. She felt her nipples harden and the moisture that had been gathering throughout the entire discussion now found its way slowly between her swollen nether lips. Sirius' nostrils flared. It was as if She could smell the desire that was seeping from Aria. Aria's genitals tightened again, swelled with blood and quivered. She took a step backwards, the flush rising in her cheeks. Sirius took a step forward as Aria moved backwards.
The slap was quick and hard. Aria's head moved backwards with the force of it. Her eye stung like it had been seared with fire. She stood still. Sirius let the coat drop to the floor. Aria moved forward slowly as if in a trance. Powerful arms wound their away around Lady Aria's delicious body. Their bodies came together in a slow heat. Wet leather and delicate silk.
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The End, by Lady Aria & Lord Sirius