Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Lord Nessa
The Dark Corridor
January 21st, 2002
Part 2 by 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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End Part 2 of The Dark Corridor - by Nessa, Dark Butch