Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Dj & Lord Nessa
Talisman & The Dark Corridor
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January 20th~21st, 2002
Thread from Freya's Hot Tub Soak
The Dark Corridor continues from the 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.
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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End Part 1 of The Dark Corridor - by dj