Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
The Dark Corridor
by Dj and Lord Nessa
January 20th~21st, 2002
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(Amber's Talisman) --
Of the incident that sparked her quest for the talisman that had been stolen from her grandmother's neck. She had searched in many libraries for its journey. Her quest had led her here.
(Dj)
The library had grown dark as night set in. Studiously, a blonde woman began lighting candles around the large study. Hundreds of volumes were illuminated -- scrolls, parchments, torn scraps of paper, and leather bound books, each now held a yellowish cast to them.
Once the historian was done, she settled herself back at the worn desk she used for translation and transcription. Her eyes weary from constant use, she lifted the spectacles from her face, an elbow inadvertently knocking papers to the floor. Grumbling an exasperated, 'yoi,' she bent to pick up the remnants scattered at her feet.
An old, torn fragment caught her eye. On it were markings, well-drawn pictures, with an ancient dialect for script. This peaked her interest. Spreading the torn parchment out on the desk, she was able to make out a few inscriptions.
Anerlets...no, it was Am-ul-ets -- yes, Amulets. Tal... Tal-ish-nam. hmmm, that wasn't right. Looking more closely it read, Talismans. Other words she was able to make out were; Tree of Life, Protection, Love, Spirit, Seeing Eye, Karma, Teaching, Poets, Knowledge, Truth, Silence, Wealth, Bloodletting, and Chaos.
Beneath the script were pictures drawn of objects. They looked like pendants, with seals, symbols, crosses, ankhs, one even had a phallus in the center of a wheel.
"Interesting! I wonder what land this originated from. Maybe the Arcadian or lower Mediterranean. Or even maybe the northern lands..."
The young woman wasn't familiar with the use or needs of these amulets. She was about to file the parchment away in a crate to work on later, but something had stopped her. Trusting her instincts, dj left the paper where it was. "Maybe one of my Sisters has need of this.", she mused.
Having been a long day, she left the darkened Library and headed to her bed chambers for a well-needed rest.
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Walking down the corridor, dj had to smile from the sounds coming from Lady Alison's quarters. Hand-smacking flesh sounds. Murmurs and pleas. Groans of pleasure filtered out from her sisters. Goosebumps rose on the young woman as she listened to their arousing love-making.
"Sounds like our little tris has finally felt the hand of the Butch/Femme Lady!" dj quietly snicked. "And my sweet sis, twi, sounds like she's enjoying their spasming tryst too."
Dj had leaned up against the wall while eavesdropping on her kindred. As she did, many sounds reached her ears from throughout the complex. Sex ran rampant in this lust-haven Lodge. Another trio were rocking the walls from down the hall. Growls of a Nordic voice made the girl smile, and also shiver.
Closing her eyes, dj's hand scrubbed across her own sex. An itch she seemed to have. Arching back against the wood planks, her other hand reached up to squeeze a nipple through the thin fabric of her blouse. It had been such a long time. She didn't allow sexual release very often anymore. Pleasuring oneself wasn't quite as rewarding as being in the throes of heated passion with another.
As those thoughts hit her, the girl shook off the achy twitching in her cunt and shoved off from the wall. Deep in thought now, she walked down the darkened corridor, eyes focused on the floorboards. Turning the corner, she ran into a brick wall! At least it felt like a huge, brick structure. There before her stood the tall, dark butch, Lord Nessa.
Not knowing what the Lord may or may not have seen, her face reddened in embarrassment. It was now her turn to be flustered. Gaia does has a wry sense of humor!
Nessa's grey eyes seemed to flash in the torchlight. dj wasn't sure if it was in mirth, or some type of Warrior haze she may have been going through.
Clearing her now dry throat, dj cracked out, "Uhh, forgive my clumsiness, Lord. I was in deep thought, not paying attention to where I was walking."
The realization had just struck her. Their bodies were mere inches apart. The wench became more embarrassed, her flustered manner really showing through. Inward she quipped, "Bet ya had a good laugh over this, Gaia! Trying to teach a wenchly smart-ass a lesson, eh?"
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(Lord Nessa)
Tuttle was settled. She seemed to love the companionship of the grey mare standing in the stall beside her. Nessa could sense the comfort between them. She tossed some oats in their troughs and headed back to the Lodge.
It was late. tris would be ready to be taken back. Nessa was ready to take her. Thoughts and feelings mixed around in her all evening, finally coming to conclusion in simplicity.
Nessa was a Warrior. She didn't want to be anything else. If the Lady Alison was agreeable and if tris wanted, Lord Nessa was willing to allow the lass time with the gentle Warrior when she needed it. But she knew now, she would never attempt to hold her own in check. Klancy was right. tris loved her for who she was, and who she was thundered through her now.
The corridors of the Lodge were dark. Nessa made a mental note to speak with young killian about getting a supply of candles. Dark but not quiet. Sounds of passion mingled in a symphony of ecstasy, serving to heighten the lust in Nessa as she listened and walked toward Alison's chambers.
The Warrior stopped. Someone was standing at the wall. Nessa bristled in readiness. But this was no enemy. That scent was not from one who was a threat. dj must be hearing the same sounds and getting worked up. The Lord smiled inwardly.
Nessa saw dj move and nearly shoot from her place at the wall. The wench walked right into her. The pretty face looked up in total surprise. Nessa had the advantage and reveled in it. She held silence as the lass attempted some sort of recovery. dj was obviously not standing in the darkness thinking about filing in alphabetical order while the whole Lodge was screaming sex!
Nessa thought it would be so easy to press the teasing wench against the wall. Ripping the shirt away, tasting the nipples, holding the struggling body and feeling a wet cunt against her. No one would bother with the sound of her cries after all. The haze threatened Nessa's good sense for that few seconds. This was dj. The raging heat within the Lord thudded to a stop.
The girl looked nearly in a froth of fluster. When Nessa realized the circumstance for what it was, she took joy. Ah, the beauty of it. She thought of how dj took advantage of her surprise over Klancy's incredible kiss and chose to tease her with another kiss of her own while the Lord sat in shock.
Nessa broke the silence. "You looking for me, lass?" she spoke in a whisper. "Did that last kiss leave you in need of another?" Nessa glowered and moved in close. She watched dj back away a few steps, pivot and scurry in the opposite direction. She barely suppressed a howling laugh as she called out after the lass. "Careful wenchy, the corridor is dark!"
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The End - 'The Dark Corridor' - by Nessa Dark Butch, & Dj
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