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DaemonKnight walked into the quiet place. good, it was deserted. Looking to the bar area, she wandered over there, and looked for their cheapest rockgut. DaemonKnight smiled, seeing the better selection of alcohol, but for now - she did not want to drink. The wound in her left side reminded her of the need to hurry. She reached for the bottle way in the back corner, and bringing it to her mouth, she pulled the cork off. DaemonKnight walked over to the fireplace.. and set the bottle down next to her. She took out her dagger and cut her tunic away as she bared her midriff. the gash was almost 5 inches long, and about an inch deep. any deeper, and it would have punctured her lung. DaemonKnight chuckled, realizing she must be getting old to receive a wound like that. She slipped her dagger from her boot and set the blade into the fire. DaemonKnight lifted the bottle to her mouth, and took a swig of the vile drink... then spit it out. Ugh - the gods protect her from ever having to really drink that swill by choice. But it was the best antiseptic she could find when she had to make do. She gritted her teeth and poured half the bottle onto the gaping wound. She almost screamed as the burning liquid told her, she had a bleeder. Dae looked into the flames and watched as the blade turned to a golden haze. almost hot enough. She looked again at the wound, gauging how deep his blade had thrust. damn the fool - she had been distracted and he took advantage of the opening. A cheap shot to throw the child in her way, but the child was unscathed. DaemonKnight reached for the dagger, and as she slid it into the wound, she screamed again - the only satisfaction that it was not as loud as he screamed when she plunged the same dagger into his heart and then twisted the blade! DaemonKnight passed out, the dagger sliding from her grip as it slipped onto the floor. The girl came in, the screams having woken her. she saw the man over by the fireplace and smelled the burning flesh. she went over to him, and to her surprise she saw the woman ... the ugly wound no longer bleeding. The girl picked up the bottle of rockgut, and poured it over the wound... glad that the woman was not awake to feel the fire. The girl puttered around the tavern... keeping an eye on the woman warrior, wondering about how she got hurt. no matter, the important thing now was to make sure no infection or fever developed. as she had cleaned up the wound, she noticed other scars on her torso. indeed this woman was either fortunate or loved pain. All of a sudden, she heard a loud crack sound and the end of a whip coiled about her waist. she turned her head, and saw the warrior woman as she kept the slack out of the bullwhip and pulled the girl closer to her. The girl did not move, feeling the tip of the dagger against her heart and hearing the woman's voice, "who are you? where am I? and why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?" she: i am a servant girl. you are in the tavern of the theatre. you needed help. DaemonKnight listened to her, listening to her voice...hearing no undertones of fear or panic. She released the bullwhip, and the coils slithered down. She looked at her taped midriff, and looked to the girl again. "I owe you my health, girl. Your life is your own." DaemonKnight looked about the tavern, it was still dimly lit. and still empty, "tell me girl - what kind of place is this that you have no customers? and what is your name?" "i am called ayesha." with that, the girl continued moving about the tavern - her knowing ways very evident. DaemonKnight watched the girl move about the place and settle herself at an old-fashioned high piano. She smiled, remembering the saying about music and its abilities to sooth the hearts of the savage beasts... or something like that. DaemonKnight stood up, waiting for the waves and spasms of pain. to her surprise, there were none. She moved her hand to her midriff where the wound was, checking for the telltale sign of the stitches. there were none. She looked to the girl again. DaemonKnight moved over to the piano, and gripped her hand tight, "what manner of witch are you? Speak, before I cut your heart out." ayesha looked up calmly... her voice soft, "Mistress of the Tavern is a physician. She came in and used her potions to heal you. This tavern is quiet, because she only invites those who are close to her. Had you not picked the lock, you would not have entered here. Considering that had you not done that, you surely would have died... you are welcome here." Dae stepped backwards, gently pulling the girl towards her, noting how easy she moved ... how well her body obeyed the slightest direction to it. The piano seemed to come to life, and a delicate haunting melody lifted from the old wood - the ivory keys with a life of their own. Dae pulled ayesha closer to her... bringing ayesha's left hand to her own shoulder, and then locking eyes with hers, she started the slow dance steps. ayesha quivered gently, as she was brought close to the ladywarrior. she could feel the shape of the dagger against her thigh, and her dainty hand on the lady's belt allowed her to feel the other curved smaller dagger concealed there. she looked up into Her eyes, and saw the fierce quality that was there. Dae spoke, "are you afraid of me? would you rather I left you by the piano?" ayesha looked up, her voice very soft ... her lips parting slowly, their fullness showing the glistening quality, "no Ma'am. i fear nothing." Dae laughed softly, as She pulled ayesha closer to her, and whispered with a gentle hiss, "we shall see." the music speeded up a bit, and Dae slid Her hands to ayesha's waist... moving the girl easily, enjoying the way she responded to Her guiding touches. their bodies molded perfectly, they were both around 5'5.. one with raven hair, the other with tresses of auburn. the mix of the two colors emphasizing their flesh color.... Raven hair with very white skin. Auburn hair blending to the olive flesh. Dae led her to the table in the middle of the floor... leading ayesha again, She pulled her up onto the table top. She slid her legs apart and pulled ayesha gently to her, feeling the movement of her hips, as they slid close to Hers... the girl's soft legs sliding easily between Her taut, supple thighs ... and She smiled as she felt the first sweet quiver as ayesha slowly lowered her eyes, the response obvious to both of them. Dae locked eyes with her, no words needed between them at this point. She slid her right hand up to the girl's shoulder, and undid the fastening there. As She held her gaze, with a swift move, She pulled off the bits of coverng, and ayesha stood there - bared from the waist up. Dae pulled her close again... allowing her to relax into her embrace. their bodies moving as one... hips locked to hips... the contrasting black leather covered hips of One... and the soft, rounded hips covered in a wisp of sheersilk Dae moved her mouth closer to ayesha... the first kiss needing to be one of gentle exploration, tasting her sweetness... and She tightened her abdomen, as She heard the girl's first gasp as tendrils of desire started to weave their path through ayesha's body. ayesha slid her hands up to Dae's shoulders, her burnished reddish fingernails resting lighlty on Her shoulders, and she moved her hips with a marked tautness as she pressed closer to Her. ayesha moaned softly, her tongue swirling about Dae's tongue... soft lips locked to each other, as the delicate dance of tongues exploring, learning... Dae's fingers gripped gently to ayesha's waist. ayesha moved closer to her, seeking the soft warmth of Her inner thighs... and she moaned softly, as Dae stepped back... and stepped down from the table. Dae took a seat, and looking up at the girl, whose desires were evidenced on her face, whispered one word, "dance" ayesha pouted, and before she could take her first step, she felt the lash of the whip about her waist! Dae chuckled... and then allowing the slack to enter, the coils of the whip slithered down ayesha's hips... thighs, legs. The tip of the whip slowly dragging across soft, already heated flesh - leaving another trail of embers that would soon turn to flames. ayesha knelt slowly... her hazel eyes locking with light brown ones. her posture a haughty one, her attitude showing why she dared not wear a collar. every fiber in her body speaking her arrogance, as she slid her hands down over her breasts, fingernails gently gripping her taut nipples and pulling them gently, moaning as the sensation rippled through her body! Dae sat back a bit more, enjoying the girl's display of herself and her passions. She used the whip handle to slide her thighs further apart - watching for strain and checking for flexibility. ayesha felt the tip of the whip handle, and she slid forward - her body eager to feel the touch, her needs growing too quickly. she had never pleasured a woman before, much less been aroused by one. but the way this Warrioress handled her, and moved her with ease, indeed She knew her body well! ayesha craved more of this touch, but her own attitude made her want to deny it. Dae watched her eyes, and could tell what the girl was feeling. She slid the handle of the whip up further along her thighs, lifting the silks...exposing the soft, smooth silky flesh of the girl's sex. She looked into ayesha's eyes... "show Me." ayesha heard Her words, and she slid her silks off... her body completely exposed for Her pleasure now. she moves closer to the edge of the table, holding her breath... her desires increasing, as is her need to want to please Her. she slid her legs out as far as possible, the movement pulling her soft pussy lips apart, exposing the wet folds as they opened further still to reveal the delicate bit of pink flesh, that twitched... betraying her arousal! Dae watched her carefully, as the girl offered her sweetness. Her eyes noting the trembling moves, the evidence of the girl's arousal as it continued to grow. She slid her hand up to the girl's thigh, her fingertips teasing the outer petals of the very hot sex. She looked into ayesha's eyes... again, She whispered, "show Me." ayesha slid her hands up over her head, gripping the edge of the table, as she lifted her hips... moaning as she felt the Warrioress' touch on her softness! she groaned, and shivered as the sensations raced through her body, and she knew that one touch on her clit would send her into spasms of pleasure! her voice was lower, her need expressing itself... yet she could not bring herself to beg! her sounds of pleasures increased. Dae moved her hand closer, fingertips sliding along the inside of the outer edges, watching as the girl's body tightened more... Her fingertip so close to touching that most sensitive bud of sweet flesh that could send the girl over the edge into a different level of awareness. She looked into the girl's eyes, and chuckled softly, as ayesha's eyes were closed tight! She moved her fingertip to rest lightly atop the proffered clit, and again whispered, 'show Me. show Me how quickly you can cum." ayesha whimpered over and over, as she starting rocking her hips up. the movement seeking to increase the pressure on her clit! yet, somehow, it was never quite enough! she arched her body up! bringing her clit closer to Her fingertip, and at last there... in that position, she rocked herself harder, faster... to that much needed first orgasm! Dae stood up and leaned closer to her. Her lips claiming ayesha's first moans of orgasm, taking her deep within her self... Her fingertip not ceasing the movement, in fact increasing the pressure and speed, and She felt ayesha's body tighten and buck harder against Her hand, the orgasm quickly following the first. ayesha moaned and whispered Her name over and over... her arms sliding about her dainty torso, as she clung to Her! her body in initial throes of passion, and yet her desires increased! she moved her hips again, wanting to feel more of that incredible sensation, eager to cum over and over! Dae picked her up gently in Her arms, loving the feel of the sweaty hot body next to Hers, and walked back to the piano, walking slowly ... She reaches down and captures ayesha's lips in a gentle, yet demanding kiss - and as they reach the piano, She lays the girl gently atop of it.
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