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The Courtly Butch Meets the Lady Aria
(Our story so far: It is Lady Aria's first night at the Kindred Spirit Lodge. The evening has gone well -- Aria is charmed and fascinated by her new friends. However, she finds it difficult to ignore the rude stare of the warrior named Jesstin, from her table in the corner of the Chakram Bar. After a few hours, it becomes most annoying.
Aria decides to give the "Courtly Butch," as Jess is known -- the "Crass Boob," in Aria's mind -- one more scathing frown -- and then realizes that the dark warrior's eyes are pinned on her cleavage! And she does not drop her gaze! Jess keeps openly studying Aria's full breasts, even as Aria stalks across the chamber to her table . . . and slaps her across the face.)
One moment, the Chakram Bar was filled with warm laughter and conversation. The next, the large chamber was cathedral silent; a stillness both thick and tense.
Several of the submissives looked up at their Dommes, wanting reassurance, but found none in their warriors' grave expressions. They looked back at Jess, the dashing butch they knew and loved well -- who had been replaced, by a sinister stranger they hardly recognized.
All she had done was stand up. The dark warrior towered over Aria, whose lovely eyes widened slightly as Jess's broad shoulders blocked the light from the torch chandelier above them. The scarlet imprint of Aria's palm was emerging on the side of her tanned face.
No one in the Lodge, warrior or wench, had ever lifted a hand in true anger to the Courtly Butch. That was partly because before she was a Courtly Butch, Jess had been a notorious pirate, with enough blood on her hands to merit respect from the most seasoned Warrior. Aria had not heard those stories yet, unfortunately.
Aria swallowed, but when she spoke, her voice held its usual calm, cool music. "I'll ask you to keep civil eyes in your head -- madam. Or are all newcomers to this Lodge expected to bear the rude and vulgar appraisals of strangers?"
She heard Killian gasp, and her throat went dry, but her gaze on her tormentor didn't waver.
The corner of Jess's mouth lifted, her cobalt blue eyes flickering with amusement, and Aria felt her indignation rise again. Then she swallowed, a second time, as the tall woman took one slow step forward, and their breasts touched. The underside of the warrior's brushed the top of her own, and suddenly Aria was paralyzed. She couldn't have backed up if she wanted to -- even if her pride allowed it.
"The best way to protect yourself from offensive strangers, little sister," Jess drawled softly, her face inches from Aria's, "is to make their full acquaintance. You would have nothing to fear from friends, si?"
Aria's brow furrowed, at the obvious fallacies in this argument. And then the tall warrior was moving so fast she was a blur. Aria felt her arms pulled back behind her in a fierce grip, and her breath gushed out of her in an alarming rush.
"Permit me to introduce our newest Lodger, sistren!" Jess's commanding tone rang through the silent chamber. She snuck strong arms around Aria's struggling form, and gripped the edges of her bodice. "I give you all, the impudent Lady Aria!"
There was a ripping of silk, and warm torchlight washed across Aria's shockingly exposed breasts. The ample pale globes, capped with pink nipples, bounced and shuddered as the furious woman struggled, and a soft sigh moved through crowd that watched in the shadows.
A dark voice hissed in Aria's ear. "Learn the price of insolence, girl."
"Y-you unbearable bitch . . ." Aria gasped, trying with all her might to free her pinned arms from the Warrior's iron grip. She was lifted off her feet, so that her body arched back along Jess's tall form, making her naked breasts bulge and jiggle in the cool air. The tips were stiffening, the nipples flushing scarlet before so many eager, silent eyes.
She felt herself being twisted and carried, and the torch chandelier overhead whirled dizzily past her eyes. Then she was falling, and Aria grunted, more in shock than pain, as Jess threw her face-down over one of the Lodge's rough oak tables. The scratchy wood rasped across her tender, engorged nipples, and she arched sharply, gasping, trying to lift her upper body upright.
Jess's strong hand in the small of her back kept her bent double. The Warrior inserted her knee between Aria's thrashing thighs, and nudged them roughly apart. She pressed her flat, with her own body, and her rich alto murmured in her ear, as she tore at the fabric of her skirts.
"Pray let me offer you more intimate welcome to the Kindred SpiritLodge, Lady Aria."
She heard tearing silk, and then Jess hand wormed into the juncture at the top of her thighs. Her long fingers swarmed with heated demand over her softly furred slit, and Aria bit her lip to keep from crying out.
"I've been waiting to feel this particular fire, again." The Warrior's warm breath brushed her cheek, as she began to delve between her netherlips, and encountered Aria's rich juices. "And perhaps you've been waiting, as well . . . "
"You will -- never -- " Aria tried to go on, but the sudden, delicious scrubbing of the pads of Jess's fingers over her tightly swollen clit robbed her of the breath to speak.
"Never? You lie. You came here for this, girl. For me." The dark woman pressed her weight to Aria's back, holding her immobile, making her naked breasts bulge prettily against the wood. "Shall I take you down to our dungeon, and strip you naked? I'll chain you between two posts, lift your knees over my shoulders, bury my face between these luscious legs, and chew on your sweet straining clit, all night . . . "
"Ahh -- " Aria gasped, heat sluicing through her loins in unmerciful waves, like electric current igniting her blood. She grunted, as Jess inserted two fingers inside her, an abrupt and shocking violation that made her surge on the tabletop.
Incredibly, a quavering note of desire shook Jess's voice, a wavering none of the Lodgers had ever heard. "You walk in here, and catch the eye of every warrior in the Lodge. You strike me, before my sistren. Never make that mistake again, little girl. Never take me too lightly."
Aria felt it building inside her, a climax deep and big and sharp and utterly unstoppable, and then she was convulsing with it. Scalding pleasure shot from the Warrior's pistoning hand, and exploded through her cunt, and Aria screamed. . . .
. . . and knew nothing more.
When she opened her eyes, Aria was lying on a silk spread, clothed in a modest cotton sleeping gown, a warm fur pulled up to her chin. She sat up in the wide bed, groggy. The tenderness and residual pleasure in her loins assured her she had not been dreaming. Killian stirred, from the corner of the chamber, where she sat waiting for Aria's awakening. She smiled at her, sweetly. "Are you all right, Lady Aria? The flowers on the table beside you are from the Courtly Butch . . ." Hydrangeas and lilacs. And so began Aria's life at the Kindred SpiritLodge.
Continue on to the sequel Come To My Window