Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
The Quest
Part 4 of 8
by Shasa Jin Umi & Nessa
April 21st, 2002
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The melodious sounds of both singing and laughter rang throughout the entire inn, as the sun reached its highest point of the day. To Gabrielle’s surprise, and Shasa’s utter astonishment, the pair had been a hit. The usually brief morning story time had lasted now for two candlemarks, and looked to show no signs of stopping. The parents had joined in the fun long ago, and at the moment, were competing with their children for the honor of being declared the “loudest and worst” singers in a hearty rendition of “You can’t ride in my wood wagon.”
Cyrene had given up on the concept of lunch actually being served at tables, and had good-naturedly declared the chaotic scene a picnic. Those helpers she had hired during the unexpected invasion of her normally quiet village were now picking up the remnants of the meal. She took advantage of the brief respite of work to speak to her daughter’s partner, who stood leaning against a wall watching the animated sailor encourage the now-deafening exchange.
“Who is she?”
Gabrielle turned to the older woman with a broad smile that revealed the fun she was having. “Hey, moms. She’s a sailor that wanted to stay here for a day or two, in exchange for work.” The bard cringed as the chorus was now being shouted in off-key tones. ”Oh, gods! That’s horrible!”
Cyrene chuckled. “You should’ve heard Xena sing this, when she was a kid. Listening to a dying cow would’ve been better.”
Gabrielle looked at her in surprise. “But she’s got a great voice!”
“She does.” Cyrene agreed. “It’s the ones that can carry a tune, that make you beg for mercy during one of these bouts.”
A few more minutes passed before Shasa signaled the end of the song, and announced the children as the winners. A mock protest went up among the parents, and it took several more minutes before the sailor could get the crowded room quiet.
“Did you promise her a room, dear?”
“She knows you’re full…but could she maybe stay in the stable?”
Cyrene hugged the tenderhearted bard to her chest. “I’ll talk to her. We’ll see.”
“You’re the greatest, moms.”
“Okay, folks, this is absolutely the last story until tonight for Gabrielle.” Shasa waved away the groans. “Come on, give her a break!”
Shasa glanced towards the back of the room where the innkeeper was holding the bard. Lucky woman. Shasa grinned and returned her attention to the assembled guests. “One more story, and one more song. Then maybe these yawning little ones will grace us all with a nap.” Shasa smiled broadly at the chuckles she received, and then started clapping to welcome the bard back to the stage. She was joined with enthusiasm.
Cyrene released Gabrielle and nodded towards the front of the room. “Seems you’re up.”
Gabrielle felt all eyes upon her as she settled comfortably on a box in the front of the room. Then she began a tale that would be repeated throughout the ages. A story about a turtle, a rabbit, and a race that had unexpected results.
Shasa watched as the young beauty captivated her audience with ease. “She’s great,” she murmured to herself.
“That she is.”
Shasa looked up and gratefully accepted the mug of ale that Cyrene handed her. “Thanks. I’m Shasa. I’m afraid there hasn’t been time to be properly introduced.” Shasa held out her hand.
Cyrene took it and surprised the traveler with a strong grip. “Cyrene. You were pretty good yourself, you know.”
Shasa laughed. “After I relaxed, it was a lot of fun.”
“Gabrielle tells me that you’re a sailor?”
Shasa nodded.
“Long way from home?”
“I’ve been chasing around for a while, but I think I’ll be going home soon. Just heading for Therma. I should be able to work something out there.”
Cyrene studied the young sailor for several heartbeats, and then she nodded. “This lot should all be heading home tomorrow, if I’m lucky. But if you’ve a mind to stay, you can sleep down here in the main room with the Amazons tonight.”
The smile she received was her answer.
Shasa turned startled eyes back to the stage as the applause began. “That was a quick one.”
Cyrene chuckled and took ownership of the sailor’s mug of ale. “Go earn your bedroll.”
Shasa shook her head and again headed for the front of the room. She winked at Gabrielle as she passed and whispered, “Bet I have them all asleep in no time.”
The bard smirked. “You’re on.”
Shasa smiled and sat on the box. She pulled her legs up, and got comfortable. “I’m going to sing you a song now, but before I do, I want all you kids to lie down and get comfortable. Come on now, I won’t be starting until everyone’s down.”
It took a few moments of jostling and giggling before everyone was snug. Shasa looked down at Lira, and smiled when she saw her father smoothing the hair upon the little girl’s head, which rested in his lap. “My father sang this to me when I was your age, every night that he was home from sea.”
Shasa closed her eyes, and pulled the familiar words from her memory.
A gentle breeze, from Hush-a-Bye Mountain,
Softly blows on Lullabye Bay.
It fills the sails, of boats that are waiting,
Waiting to sail your worries away.
It isn’t far, to Hush-a-Bye Mountain,
And your boat waits down by the key.
The winds of night, so softly are sighing,
Soon they will fly your troubles to sea.
So close your eyes, on Hush-a-Bye
Mountain,
Wave goodbye to cares of the day.
And watch your boat from Hush-a-Bye Mountain,
Sail far away from Lullabye Bay.
Gabrielle felt a warm, familiar presence at her back, and leaned into the contact. Strong arms wrapped around her belly, and she let her head fall back against the strong shoulder of her warrior. Her eyes remained on the darkly tanned woman, who seemed lost in the melody.
She imagined the strong woman standing on the deck of a ship, her bright white shirt billowing in the wind, free from all care. Gabrielle smiled at the image, and then watched as Shasa rocked herself on the stage with eyes closed. And true to her word, the sailor’s rich, alto tones gently lulled the children to sleep.
(Shasa)
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Misty eyes watched as parents wrapped protective arms around innocent bodies, and moved in the direction of their respective rooms. Shasa continued to hum the lullabye until the last father left, and smiled with peaceful contentedness as a sleepy hand waved to her from over his brawny shoulder. The sailor remained on her perch and indulged herself with the pleasant memories the song had stirred, until she felt someone near.
Looking up into the eyes of the beautiful Gabrielle, she took a deep breath, and tried to put her tender feelings aside. But they persisted, and her eyes continued to reflect the softness. She smiled up at the bard, and when she spoke, her voice was unusually quiet. “I won the bet.”
“Yes, you did.” Gabrielle touched Shasa’s shoulder lightly, and the taller woman stood. The blonde regarded her thoughtfully. “Is he waiting for you?”
Shasa looked to the bard with puzzlement. “Who?”
“Your father.”
Shasa felt her throat tighten, and she clenched her jaw shut as the hot tears fell from her eyes. She nodded her response, and diverted her eyes as she waited for the ability to speak. As her heart released some of the pressure it was holding hostage, she felt her control return once again. She smiled slightly. “Ten years now…on the other side.”
Gabrielle watched the faraway look return to Shasa’s eyes, and wisely remained silent.
“He was a good man, and a good Skipper. Strong…brave…wise…fair.” Shasa looked towards the hall where Lira had disappeared only a moment before. “My Sgiobair. He was a good father.”
Shasa returned to the present, and glanced at the patient bard, who listened with both ears and her whole heart. She couldn’t help but feel warmly towards the woman, regardless of whom she chose for her lifemate. Shasa took Gabrielle’s elbow, and motioned towards a table.
As they sat, she calmly continued her tale. “A pirate dismembered him, for no reason at all.”
Gabrielle blanched. “Dismembered him?”
“Aye. The bastard didn’t take any of the goods or anything that could be sold for profit. The pirate just attacked on a whim, and she and her men killed all but five sailors on the Suire.”
“She?”
“Aye.”
Gabrielle smiled slightly at the little ways Shasa changed when relaxed.
Shasa paid no heed, and continued to simply present the facts. “It was a woman—a Greek warlord that bored easily, from what I’ve heard. She took to the sea to conquer new things and keep the hate flowing.”
Shasa stood and stretched, then retrieved her pack from a corner of the room. She plunged her hand in an outer pocket, and pulled out a large round disk, tossing it carelessly on the table.
Gabrielle picked it up and studied it.
“It’s my father’s crest. He gave it to me when he sent me to negotiate a deal for him. It was a great honor he bestowed. And it’s the only reason I’m alive.”
“She attacked when you were gone.”
“Me and seven of my mates.”
Gabrielle and Shasa sat together in comfortable silence.
The crest was then reverently returned with a hesitant question. “Did you ever find the pirate?”
Shasa smiled sadly. “Not yet.”
“Brie, the guard you wanted to talk to is waiting in the kitchen.”
Gabrielle looked up in surprise, as she had not heard or felt the approach of her warrior. She smirked at the news. “Great.” She then turned back to Shasa and stood. “This oughta be fun...wanna come?”
Shasa had stilled completely, and didn’t respond, but stood slowly and faced the messenger. Piercing green met pale blue.
“Oh, sorry. Xena, I want you to meet Shasa. She’s the sailor I told you about.”
Xena held Shasa’s eyes. It was a look she had seen so many times before. Carefully controlled breathing, flared nostrils, and a clenched jaw. Xena sighed internally, gathered her wits and smiled. “Gabrielle’s told me you’ll be with us tonight. Welcome, Shasa.”
Shasa nodded. “Thank you.” She glanced at the blonde before returning her eyes to the warrior. “Everyone’s been very kind.”
Shasa turned to the bard and forced a smile. “Gabrielle, I’ll pass on your offer. I think I’ve caused that poor Amazon enough grief today. I should probably check on my horse and try to get some rest before tonight.”
Blonde brows had contracted. “Ok. We’ll see you later, then?”
“You bet.” Shasa shouldered her pack, and then began to move past the warrior. “Excuse me.”
Shasa suddenly stopped and turned back to the Warrior Princess. “If you’re interested, Xena, I’d like to get some sword practice in this afternoon. I’ve heard you’re the best around, and would be in your debt if you’d help sharpen my skills again. I used to be quite good, but it’s been a while.”
Xena nodded. “Sure.”
Gabrielle and Xena watched the sailor leave the inn.
“Xe, do I want to know what that was about?”
The warrior let her breath out slowly, and turned to her mate. “Deal with your Amazon, but then I need you to tell me everything you know about that sailor.”
Gabrielle’s concern was evident, but she nodded and walked to the kitchen. Xena would tell her everything in her own time.
(Shasa)
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“Shasa, I’ve talked with Gabrielle, and she told me about your father.”
“What about him?”
The unarmed Xena stayed a full blade length away, as the sailor circled the warrior. “I think we should talk.”
“What for?” Shasa inquired, her countenance easily showing her mystification. “It would seem to me that Gabrielle does the sensitive chats.”
“Why does everyone assume that?” The irritation of the Warrior Princess was palpable, but also brief, as she once again focused again on her goal. “I want to talk about the pirate.”
“And I want to practice.”
“Not until we talk.”
“Gods! Are you always this big of a control freak?” Shasa felt the anger begin to boil within her, and struggled to contain it.
Xena folded her arms across her chest and smirked. “Yes.”
“You want to talk?” Shasa threw her sword to the ground in disgust. “Fine. I’ll give you the firsthand account of the story.” Shasa spouted off the facts, in clipped, droning tones. “A bitch warrior from Greece decided to be a pirate for a while. She dismembered my father and killed most of my crew. She brutalized my best friend, leaving him for dead with a sign around his neck that said ‘Conquered’.”
Shasa stopped ranting and let the memory catch up to her. A wave of nausea kept her jaw clamped tight, and as the desire to vomit dissipated, she looked at the dark and deadly one with tired eyes.
“I’ve run all over this damned land for ten years without even glimpsing her face. I’m not chasing her any more.” Shasa bent over and retrieved her sword. “I’m returning to where I belong. I’m going home.” She pointed the deadly tip at Xena. “Now, are you going to help me, or not?”
Xena studied the sailor for a moment before steadily drawing her sword.
Shasa gave a nod of acknowledgment. “Excellent.”
The sailor slowly engaged that blade, carefully testing the force and speed of her opponent. The experienced warrior was also calculating and deliberate, and both nodded before gradually increasing the pace. Though they maintained the appearance of serious and responsible training, a gleam could be seen in the eyes of both women.
Fairly soon, they had a small crowd gather to watch, and the practice session was elevated to the esteem of a demonstration match. Crowds generally added to the fun, and the sounds of wagers being made could be heard near the front. The dishonored Amazon guard made a particularly loud and crude comment as she bet against the “slut”.
If she only knew!
Thrusts and parries, if done properly, are a dance of grace and skill, not brute strength. And though Shasa was quite rusty, Xena had to admit that her style was nearly flawless. Given time and the right teacher, the sailor would be her match in basic blade combat, much as Gabrielle was Xena’s match with the staff. Their compact frames lent them certain advantages, even while their reach was impaired.
And speaking of the beautiful bard…
“Hey! I thought you two were going to talk?”
Shasa laughed as she deflected a quick thrust to her abdomen, dropped down, and attempted a leg sweep on the warrior. “About what, Gabrielle? The fact that Xena murdered my father?”
A slight break in Xena’s concentration exposed her bicep to a shallow slice.
Shasa grinned. “Or perhaps you want us to discuss the fact that I could never find all of his body parts?”
The clash of steel sounded with increased fervor.
“Or did you want me to tell her how I’ve been tormented all this time by his spirit?”
The crowd had gone silent.
“No? How about this? Maybe we should talk about Marishta—you know him—the wonderfully kind, blind man with little use of his fingers…he lives in Neapolis? Did you want to hear about how Xena gouged his eyes out, crushed his fingers, beat him to the point of death, and let her men take turns raping him?”
Xena continued to deflect the blows that Shasa rained down upon her, but made no attempt to defend her integrity from the verbal attack.
“No,” Shasa said with smugness, “you probably wanted us to talk about forgiveness and the cycle of hatred ending with love, right?” Shasa lowered her weapon, turned, and smirked at the bard. “Instead of all that, why don’t I tell you the truth that is relevant to this very moment? The truth is, that this cycle of hatred will end in death…mine or hers.”
Shasa turned back to the Warrior Princess and cocked her head. “But you already knew that. So, the truth that I’ll leave with you, is that I’ve been pretending to need this lesson.”
With that, Shasa lit into the warrior with blinding fury. Xena tried to fight the sailor off without harming her, but soon discovered that her previous assessment of her opponent was accurate—the grief-driven sailor was her match—unless she fought with disregard for her opponent’s life.
Xena glanced at her mate. She would not willingly give up the one she loved most in this world. Xena grimly set her jaw, determined to do what she must to survive the day. Blue eyes turned to ice, and focused on Shasa’s knowing smile. It was not one of evil, but one of gratitude.
Shasa’s blade flew from her hand a moment later, and the sailor lay open for the deadly strike. Xena’s sword thrust towards its mark…but stopped short…as the rest happened so quickly…
Lira plunged through the crowd, screaming at the tall warrior to stop. Her father broke through the crowd a second later, in desperate pursuit. Shasa grabbed her boot dagger and turned towards the child. Gabrielle ran to intercept. Xena lunged.
When the mass of bodies was separated, Shasa looked down in satisfaction at the blood on her hands. Then she saw the crimson liquid pouring from the fatal wound she had delivered. Xena was frantically trying to staunch the flow that was saturating the surrounding ground, while Gabrielle gasped her last breath.
“NNNOOOOOOOOO!” Shasa screamed.
Startled, Kirsa whinnied and nudged the terrorized human. Sweat drenched and disoriented, Shasa huddled in the corner of the stall with wide eyes. Her body shook uncontrollably, and her lips chanted that it was just a dream, just a dream.
(Shasa)
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“Shasa, I’ve talked with Gabrielle, and she told me about your father.”
Wide green eyes stared at the Warrior Princess. “W-what did you say?”
Xena looked at the sailor with concern. “I think we should talk.”
Shasa barely found her voice. “About what?”
“I want to talk about the pirate.”
Oh gods on Olympus. Shasa’s heart hammered in her chest, and her hands began to shake. Her dream was not a dream; it was prophecy. She grabbed her staff and blade, and started out of the stable. “I want to practice.”
Xena caught an elbow, and easily stopped the smaller woman as she tried to pass by. “Not until we talk.”
Shasa was shocked. She’d expected to recoil from the touch of her enemy, but she found the warrior to be almost gentle. Shasa struggled to make eye contact. “Do you always get your way?”
Xena looked regretful. “Not always.”
Shasa gazed into the intense blue eyes above her, and saw sorrow. She shook her head of the vision, and pulled away from Xena’s grasp. “I don’t know what you want from me.”
Xena moved a few paces and sat on a bale of straw. “I’ve done things in my past that I’m not proud of, Shasa. I’ve killed thousands of men for no good reason, and I’ve left just as many damaged.”
“And even more grieving.” Shasa muttered.
Xena nodded. “Yes, I have.” The warrior plucked straw from the bale, and worried it between her fingers. “But I’m not that person anymore.”
Shasa clenched her jaw, and felt her anger rising. “That’s right, Xena. You found a new path, and a wonderful woman, and you fight now for justice. That’s just great.” The sailor advanced. “But what about the wreckage you’ve left behind? The dead are still dead! Justice is still wanting; they’ve not been avenged!” Shasa stopped and opened her arms. “You should not be the one that gets another chance at life! It’s not fair, Xena!”
Xena paused to feel the truth of the words. “I’m truly sorry, Shasa. If I could bring back your father, and your mates, I would.”
Shasa snorted in disgust. “Hindsight.”
“I’ll try for the rest of my life to make amends for all the evil that I’ve done, but in the end, I know that it’ll never be enough.” Xena stood. “I’ve robbed you of something that I can’t repay. And I know that just because I’m sorry, it doesn’t make it any easier for you. But what will?”
Green eyes flashed with venom.
Xena shook her head. “Killing me won’t make you feel better.”
“Couldn’t make anything worse.”
“Really? Then why haven’t you done it yet? You’ve had opportunity.”
Shasa tossed her staff out of the way, and raised her sword. “I wanted you to know my pain. I wanted you to know why you were dying, and the names of those men whom I am avenging.”
Xena nodded. “I respect that.” She strolled towards the light of the open barn door. “But it’s not the real reason that you haven’t tried to kill me.” Xena stopped before exiting and turned back to look the sailor in the eye. “I’ll not fight you.” She then walked out.
“Kill her!” Sgiobair screamed.
Shasa ran out the door in pursuit.
Xena found it hard to remain true to her word when the sailor attacked. After all, there was only so much ducking and dodging one could do. Her dilemma grew as she realized that Shasa was indeed a formidable swordswoman. She risked injury to herself if she did not draw her blade, and she risked injuring Shasa if she did. When her head was nearly taken off, her decision was made.
Xena defended herself. She deflected the unrelenting blows, but made no moves to attack or disarm her assailant. The sailor needed this fight. If nothing else, perhaps Shasa’s need for vengeance would dissolve when her body exhausted itself.
“Torrelis! My father! My Sgiobair! The Skipper of the Suire! He’s the one you cut apart, and scattered all over the fucking deck!”
A crowd was gathering, but wisely gave the women a wide berth.
“Marishta! The beautiful man that you tortured! You took his eyes! You crippled him and raped him!” Shasa’s blood thundered through her veins.
“Enough, Shasa.”
“Shalimar! He was only 17 winters old, and you ran him through!” Her throat felt tight, and her eyes began to sting.
“Shasa!”
“Davron! He was the oldest, and had sailed with my father for 20 years!” Her voice cracked. “He was like a grandfather to all of us. You slit his throat.”
“You aren’t going to kill me.”
Shasa’s vision was becoming blurry, and her thrusts lost their accuracy. “Paladon! Correlis! Andros!”
“Why have you spared my life, Shasa?”
Shasa angrily swiped at the tears that dampened her cheeks. “Freidris! Pralemin! Jolos!
“You can’t do it, can you?”
“Shut up!” Shasa screamed, a surge of anguish fueling a new barrage of ferocious strikes.
“Killing me won’t bring them back.”
“XENA!”
“Stay back, Gabrielle!”
Shasa hesitated for the first time.
Xena threw down her sword and raised her empty hands. “Gabrielle’s the reason that you won’t kill me.”
“Avenge me, child! Strike now! Avenge us all!”
Shasa raised her sword high, to deliver the terminal blow. Clear blue eyes met her own, then moved to find those of her lifemate. Shasa’s arm remained ready to strike, yet the blade didn’t move; the sailor’s torment was unmistakable.
Gabrielle pleaded, “Please put it down, Shasa.”
“It’s okay, Brie.” Xena turned back to the sailor. “You know that if you kill me, Gabrielle will go through the same hell that you’ve had to endure for all these years. Do you want to be responsible for that? Do you want her to hate you, as you’ve hated me? It’s a cycle that never ends, unless you make the choice to end it. Put it down, Shasa.”
“Kill her!”
The sailor tore her eyes from the warrior and looked at the anxious face of her bard. The beautiful, kind and loving bard. Shasa’s hand trembled and she lowered her arm, the sword falling to the dusty ground.
“You’ve failed me, child…dishonored my name.”
Shasa backed away, turned, and ran.
(Shasa)
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(Nessa) --
Tuttle needed a good gallop. She felt her rider holding to her with powerful legs as she surged over the rolling green toward Amphipolis. She sensed the urgency in her friend. She came to know all Nessa's emotions over the years. They had been following the trail of Kirsa and her rider for days on end. Suddenly the pace picked up feverishly. The dog Meika raced beside them with the same furious panic.
Nessa felt something quicken within her. It was Shasa... her connection to the dear one. It was always that way between them. She felt the turmoil in the lass. They raced to the village ahead at incredible speed. All were grateful to be on open ground. There it was! Amphipolis. Brigid's bodice! It looked so big! Nessa knew she would need to rely on her instincts and Meika's to find her sailor in this Village.
Tuttle slowed to a smooth lope as they entered Amphipolis, and then to a trot as people appeared in the streets. Meika studied the ground and Nessa watched the beautiful Labrador closely, urging her with gentle clicks and whistles. Suddenly Meika looked up. She centered her gaze at a crowd gathered further up the street. Nessa saw and leaped from Tuttle to stop the dog from bolting. She didn't want Meika running into a situation that could result in harm to her or anyone. She leashed the anxious lab and tethered her to Tuttle's saddle. The warrior tied horse and dog to a hitching post and walked, braced toward the crowd.
Swords clashed furiously. The sound of it was unmistakable. Nessa heard searing grief through Shasa's voice and words as she moved villagers aside getting through to the center of the action. There they were. Xena was holding her own well . The Celt stopped to watch. She trusted the great dark princess . It was clear that if Xena wanted to kill the sailor, she would have it finished by now. Then gabrielle came up and said something. Shasa paused. Xena dropped her sword! Nessa loved the courage and sense of right that she saw in the woman at this moment. But Shasa suffered.
The crowd hushed as the sailor raised her sword. The moment was heart-stopping. Then as quickly as Gabrielle spoke, Shasa dropped her weapon and turned. Nessa was ready. She could see the incomprehensible pain in her sweet friend. She stood fast as the crowd moved about to make way for the maddened girl.
Shasa stopped short, within inches of Nessa. She looked up into caring gray eyes. She caught her breath, then let out a cry. "Oh Nessa!" She stood motionless as if time stopped. Nessa was not expected but she was sorely needed and welcomed.
Nessa almost read Shasa's mind and responded. "It's all in the timing lass." She reached out and pulled Shasa in. Bending down, she scooped the little slut up into her arms. She felt those sweet soft arms wrap around her neck and hold on. Nessa shot a glance at Xena and Gabrielle, standing closer now.
"Take her to Cyrene's Tavern across the way." Gabrielle gestured toward the building. "Upstairs, second room on the right... the door is open." The bard glanced at her warrior who assented easily.
Once in that room, Nessa lay them both down on the big feather bed. Shasa's arms were still wrapped around her neck. She brushed her lips over Shasa's soft eyelashes and downy cheeks. The Celt merely held the lass like that for a long time... kissing gently and whispering soft Gaelic meanings into her ear. "I am here lass. It's over do`chariade, it is over."
The Celt looked into Shasa's eyes. She saw desire. Not the use-me-own-me-hurt-me-fuck-me kind of desire. It was softer. Silent. Fragile. She knew the lass was raw with the pain of this most recent dive into the vengeance seeking that slowly ground her to dust. The healing she needed would be tender. Nessa wound laces around her fingers, undoing the shirt Shasa wore. She reached fingers in to swirl around tightening nipples.
Nessa rose up over the girl slowly. She undressed them both sensuously and without hurry. Her eyes were drawn to those perfect round breasts. Her big hands covered them and squeezed gently, then moved over the fine muscular tummy. Down they moved. She was on her knees between Shasa's legs in one near liquid move.
The warrior's fingers pulled back on Shasa's swollen cunt lips, holding them up and back, lifting the hood off the clit. With her other hand, she gently prodded into that sweet, dark opening. Slowly she fucked. Soft whispers and low moans came from Shasa's beautiful throat.
Nessa leaned down to lick the little exposed bud. She licked so lightly and so rapidly, It felt to Shasa as if her whole cunt would fly apart with the pleasure of it. Nessa's big fingers fucked steadily, easily. She could see how Shasa's breathing changed by how her breasts rose and fell more rapidly.
The orgasm collected right at the tip of Shasa's little clit. It gushed into Nessa's waiting, sucking mouth as the sailor arched and cried out in the rush of heat.
Nessa pulled herself up and lay down over the length of Shasa's young strong body. She kissed the fresh tears. She held her dear friend in a kiss that would last forever in their memories.
(Nessa)
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