A Warm Reception for Lyea
By Nessa
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Grandmother’s Hut was filling up with Tribeswomen. The sun was setting and the trail of Tris’ cooking filled the autumn air. Hungry stomachs were not the only rumbling within the crowd. Morgan noted the uneasiness where she sat at her place at the circular table. She turned to her Druid with the question in her eyes.Nessa grasped the query as if it were spoken aloud. She new precisely what was making the Tribe feel less than joyful. Softly she whispered to Morgan. “It is a problem with our Chief Sentry, lyea. The Tribe loves her dearly and they worry. This, besides a general feeling of exasperation over her acting out in mischievous ways since Ashwin’s departure. Some of the warriors are ready to take matters into their own hands.”
“Is it not for you or Caitlin to take care of the discipline needed by the Fae?” Morgan questioned.
“It is” replied the Druid. “But you see my love; my attentions have been focused toward other matters.”
Morgan couldn’t help but grin at the subtle way Nessa referred to their lovemaking and time together these past days. “I understand. Still, the Tribe’s needs are not to be ignored. Lyea acts out because she is in pain and in need of attention.” The Queen’s beautiful face brightened as an idea formed. She knew it would be difficult for Nessa to simply spank the wood nymph and be done with it. Her Druid was sexually involved with spanking and hesitated on this duty because of a fear of betraying Morgan. Morgan was also sure that lyea needed more. After all, the precious Fae lived through more heart-breaking events in the past two months than she probably experienced in her entire 200 years.
Morgan called out with a small screech to summon Berrach, her Tawny owl. The bird flew above the heads of a few tribeswomen entering the hut and swooped down on Morgan’s gauntlet. Morgan put her beautiful lips to one of Berrach’s ears and whispered a command in the ancient tongue. Berrach flew out as she came in and disappeared into the trees of the Argante` Forest.
Nessa was amazed at what she heard and understood Morgan to say to the Tawny. She dipped a piece of bread in the venison gravy in her bowl and pulled off a bite to chew on and swallow just as she had to do with Morgan’s command to Berrach.
Morgan smiled at her beloved Nessa. “I see that you are not entirely sure about my plan. You must trust me, Nessa” she said evenly. She took the bread from Nessa and dipped it into the gravy. She opened her own mouth in mock sexual implication while she fed another bite to her lover. “Don’t get too full my love. You have things to do.”
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Lyea was just deciding to return to the Glen of Sisters when the brown tawny landed on the branch next to her. She “listened” to Berrach’s combination of hoots and chirps to make out the message. ‘Jeeze’ she thought, ‘the queen wishes audience with me. I wonder why?’ The wood nymph recalled her actions on the night of the rescue of the Yellow Eyes. ‘That’s it! It must be’ she thought. ‘It’s about time I get my due around here.’ Lyea made haste through the treetops. She wanted to get to her tree hut and get presentable.
After washing herself thoroughly the beautiful little Faery prepared herself with dabs of rich oils of Olibalum tree gum and sandalwood. She put on a silky silver gown that had just the right cling in just the right places and it glittered ever so slightly. This was one of Ashwin’s favorites. The thought of Ashwin now was painful and even angry. She needed to push her sadness away for now. She was presenting herself to Queen Morgan tonight to receive what she had the right to receive. She was determined to keep sorrow at bay.
Lyea left her tree hut and glided to the ground. She wanted to be seen walking to Morgan’s hut in her finery. She knew heads were turning and her own head lifted just a little to meet the honor soon to be bestowed upon her.
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Part 2
By Nessa
Nessa sat on the chair by the fireplace. There was a chill in the air this night. Winter was entering the world now and stoking the fire was going to be a near constant activity if the hut would be kept warm. A tapping at the door brought her wild red head up from where she was focused on building a queen size fire in the hearth. The Queen’s Hut was also Nessa’s and was larger than many of the other huts. It was designed to accommodate several people for discussions, planning and other Tribal activities. The fire in the hearth would have to be large.Morgan eyed her Druid. She sensed the mixture of anxiety and excitement in Nessa but decided to leave it alone. “Come in lyea” she said clearly. Her words were carried by her rich voice through the room and the door where lyea stood waiting.
The Faery pulled at the door latch, mildly surprised at how easily the large door opened. She entered the Queen’s Hut for the first time. It seemed so strange that it was so simple. Lyea wasn’t exactly sure what she was expecting. It was all furs and wood. The furnishings were more functional than beautiful. In fact, lyea thought it appeared to be like a very large faery dwelling. The most stark difference was the weapons fixed on the wall. She recognized Nessa’s sword and that double edged ax. Her memory of seeing both weapons in action the night the elemental was brought into the Tribe was that they were both wielded with deadly accuracy and speed. Lyea thought it a blessing to have Nessa on the same side.
Nessa noticed the silver dress the Fae was wearing and how her delicate wings seemed to flutter with excitement. The druid realized that lyea didn’t know why she was here. She glanced over at Morgan who was casting a shining smile at lyea. Morgan didn’t tell Berrach her purpose for wanting to see the Faery.
“Do you know why you are here darling?” Morgan asked softly.
"W… well, I think it might be to acknowledge me as a good chief sentry for the job I did in helping to get eorann behind the veil and safe with us” lyea replied.
“Oh, and it was a grand job ye did too lass” Nessa chimed. She loved to watch the Faery blush and was not disappointed now.
But Morgan was not interested in toying with this sweet, heart-broken child of the forest. “You will be getting recognition and celebration for the wondrous job you did, my fine Chief Sentry” she said. “But that will be more public. I simply sent Berrach to let you know that you were to report here.”
Lyea’s disappointment was immediately replaced by the joy of the thought of a public celebration for her. When she finally brought her thoughts together she could feel the pounding silence in the hut. “Why then?” she stammered.
Morgan rose and walked slowly toward lyea, speaking as she went, “Lyea, when Ashwin left she gave over disciplinary duties to Nessa or Caitlin. Do you recall?”
Suddenly lyea’s throat got dry. She could barely answer the queen. “Yes” she squeaked.
“I was with you when Ashwin left. Do you remember?” Morgan stopped in front of the Fae who looked up at her. “Your heart was shattering from the pain, of loss, sweetling. Killian and I did all we could to take it from you and we did take much of it. Still, in spite of that you have continued to act out and bring every warrior in the tribe to the edge of thrashing you.” Morgan could feel the anger rising up in the Fae. Clearly, the forest child needed someone to take control or she may never feel safe.
Lyea stomped a small slippered foot on the floor in obvious defiance and glared at the Queen. “Acting out? How?” she nearly yelled. She did not see the angry warrior step forward at this display of defiance toward Morgan. She did, however, feel an iron grip around one of her arms.
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Part 3
By NessaNessa stood only for one moment in the disbelief of what she was seeing and hearing before rage took hold of her. She took two long strides to the Faery. She gripped lyea’s arm with one hand and lifted her other hand to slap the insolent Faery. Her hand nearly came down when she heard Morgan’s strong voice. “Stand down, warrior! This is not to be done in anger.”
Nessa’s eyes blazed but after she gazed down on the very small wood nymph the flame within her cooled. She could see the obvious fright in the Faery’s face. She let go of lyea’s arm and took a step back.
Lyea rubbed her upper arm where Nessa grabbed it but she said nothing. She knew this was real trouble for her. She decided on attempting to be sullen and protruded her lower lip.
Morgan knelt down onto her knees. She was now eye to eye with lyea. “No, no, no darling Fae. There are no looks, words or deeds that will get you out of this” she said. “I know what you need and Nessa will be most happy to accommodate now that you have managed to anger her too. She was the only one left who hasn’t been swatted, had foul faces cast at her, rude comments made and a sheer display of disrespect shown her.” Morgan paused and lifted a graceful hand up to touch lyea’s protruding lower lip with a fingertip.
Lyea was fascinated by the depth she saw in Morgan’s eyes. She knew she was standing but felt like she was falling. The room seemed all wavy. She felt too weak to do much, since Morgan had lyea’s eyes locked to her own. The Faery felt helpless and yet strangely safe. The Fianna’s voice was hypnotic.
“Remove that beautiful gown lyea. Nessa likes naughty faeries naked when she spanks them.” Morgan said matter-of-fact like. Each woman in the room felt a clenching at their centers. When it appeared that lyea was too frightened or too disbelieving to act, Morgan said softly, “Here, I will help you out of your pretty dress so that it will stay nice and you will have something to wear on your way home. You see darling, Nessa can be… harsh. Having that shimmering silver dress shredded to bits would be awful. Understand?”
Lyea heard her own voice as if it was in a tunnel. “Why, Lady Morgan? Why do I have to have my dress off? What is Nessa going to do?” Lyea was stalling futilely. She could feel her heart beating hard against her chest.
“You must hear me, little one” Morgan said while lifting the dress over lyea’s head and gently pulling it away from the delicate wings. “You are getting a spanking and you will be naked for it.” Morgan stood and walked to the raised bed Nessa built. She glanced at Nessa, beckoning the warrior to approach. She turned again to lyea and said, “You are out of control. My Chief Sentry cannot be out of control. So we will take control until your healing over Ashwin’s leaving is more complete. If it were left the way it is, it would be way too hard on you and others around you. Now come over here.”
It was true. Lyea realized for the first time since Ashwin left that she was terrified of something she couldn't name. Ashwin kept lyea’s mischief to a minimum with her strong but loving hand but moreover, lyea trusted Ashwin as she trusted no other.
It was as if Morgan understood what was happening in lyea’s mind and heart. “You have been so afraid; afraid of the loss of Ashwin and afraid of the loneliness to follow. Now come over here lyea. You will learn to set limits on yourself and on those who would invade you. Obey me.”
Nessa sat on the bed and watched the poor struggling Fae move toward her. Her nakedness made her so much more vulnerable. Just the thought of putting that small body across her lap made heat run through Nessa. She noticed the combined fear and gratitude on the sweet Faery’s face.
When lyea finally got to the bedside she heard Morgan’s musical voice again. This time it commanded her to lie across the druid’s lap. She gazed down at Nessa’s muscular thighs. She knew of adult trees whose trunks were smaller. Lyea moved her gaze to Nessa’s face. The fierceness and lust she saw there sent a shiver through her. Tears were already streaming down her face. She could move no further. But this was not necessary since Nessa’s two powerful hands were doing the job for her. She was already bent over Nessa’s lap; bottom bare and round exposed deliciously to the eyes of Queen and Druid. A strong hand held her down firmly.
Morgan went to her knees again facing lyea. She lifted the small chin up with a graceful hand. She bent her head closer and kissed lyea fully on the mouth; opening it with her own; flicking her tongue inside the beautiful Faery’s mouth. Morgan’s kiss was deep and searching. Slowly she pulled her lips away but kept her face very close to the astonished lyea. “It is time for your spanking darling one. I will be right here” Morgan said softly. She held lyea’s face up. She wanted to watch it while Nessa spanked the two hundred year old youngster. She said to Nessa, “Watch out for her wings, hold her tight…. Begin.”
Nessa could hardly believe the wetness she felt slipping out of her core. At Morgan’s command the wild warrior began to slap the bottom of this wondrous being that had the body of a woman the size of a child.
Lyea began kicking her legs as each slap struck her poor bottom. Morgan held her face through all the expression and pleading. Every now and then, Morgan would say something but lyea couldn't focus on anything but the burning slaps to her bottom and the sound of her own voice as she cried out. It seemed like a very long time before Nessa stopped the spanking but she finally did.
Morgan waited until lyea’s cries turned to small sobs then asked, “Is your bottom sore darling?”
Lyea whimpered “yes Queen Morgan.” She couldn’t help but wonder why she was still pinned down to Nessa’s lap. If this spanking was over, why didn’t they let her up? Her bottom burned so badly and now the brutal warrior was rubbing it and squeezing it. The wood Nymph realized the inside of her thighs just below her sex was slick and wet. Her clit was throbbing. The pleasure intensified as the Druid continued to rub and squeeze. Lyea began a little rhythm of rocking against Nessa’s thighs just so as to get some pressure on her clit. She ached with need.
Nessa shot a look over at Morgan. She wanted to do so much more. Nessa resolved that Morgan would pay later for the restraint the Druid showed now.
Morgan smiled. “Well, my little Chief Sentry, it looks as if the job won’t be done until you get the satisfaction you want. What will that take, lyea? Hmm?”
Lyea was too hot to care now. The Queen and the Druid of the tribe stripped her, kissed her, spanked her until she was blistered and now Morgan asks what it will take to satisfy her as if they couldn’t see her moving her ass up and down. Wasn’t this suggestive enough? What did the Queen want?
“I want you to say it, lyea.”
“ALRIGHT… FUCK ME!” lyea screamed. Then more softly she said “Fuck me please.”
“No, not yet” Morgan replied. She was determined to play this out. She knew how needy lyea was and she knew how needy she was herself at this point. She was willing to bet the farm that Nessa was ready to burst. She looked up at those steel gray eyes. “Tie our Faery to the chair with her legs apart so that she can’t squeeze them together. It is not time for her to cum yet.” The Queen pulled leather strips from a pouch near the bedside and handed them to Nessa.
Nessa sat lyea on her very sore bottom down on a very hard chair and tied her to the chair just as Morgan requested. When she finished, she turned to see her lady naked and holding the phallus Nessa used so often to pleasure them both. She watched in amazement as Morgan stepped toward her and offered her the phallus.
“Will you take me, my Nessa?”
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Part 4
By NessaNessa sat lyea on her very sore bottom down on a very hard chair and tied her to the chair just as Morgan requested. When she finished, she turned to see her lady naked and holding the phallus Nessa used so often to pleasure them both. She watched in amazement as Morgan stepped toward her and offered her the phallus.
“Will you take me, my Nessa?”
There was no debating this. The warrior in Nessa rose up like a ravenous animal. It was time for Nessa to do the commanding. She took the phallus and dropped her arm at her side. The leather harness dangled. “Then get closer and take my clothes from my body. I want you to know every moment you will be getting nearer to what you are asking for. You knew what you were doing when you had me heat the Fae’s body. You knew you were driving me every time she cried out or kicked. Now, knowing she sits with her legs tied open to prevent her release, you want her to watch how your warrior can handle the Queen. This was very naughty of you, Morgan. You come close now.”
Morgan did as she always did when Nessa took control, she throbbed at her center. She moved toward her lover as she was told. She unlaced the buckskin boots and pulled them off easily. Next, she stood before her tall warrior and removed the Druid vest and shirt, revealing soft breasts. Morgan’s eyes grazed over the muscular shoulders and arms. She loved the strength of Nessa’s body. She unfastened the belt that held sword and sheath. She pulled them from the belt and started to put them aside when she felt a strong hand grasp her wrist.
“Not the belt, Morgan” Nessa hissed. She had intention the Queen didn't count on. “Put the sword down and give the belt to me. Then you will remove my breeches and fit the harness and phallus to me… nice and snug, understand my Queen?”
Morgan stared as long as she could into those steely eyes. She could feel the danger radiating from the warrior… the danger she loved. She was always on the edge when it came to this with Nessa. She lost her power of decisiveness. Aware that the Faery sat watching the scene, Morgan now felt a slight humiliation, just enough to cause the liquid evidence of her sexual feeling to drip. “Yes, I understand Nessa” she said softly. Morgan was aware of how Nessa was folding the belt to double it while she was removing her warrior’s pants. The red pubic hair was wet. Morgan was on her knees. Suddenly she felt her hair being grabbed and her face being pulled to Nessa’s soft, hot sex.
“Suck me right now” Nessa demanded. Oh great Bridget, how good Morgan’s tongue felt licking and sucking her folds and clit. But Nessa was not going to allow the end of this just yet. She yanked Morgan’s head back and said, “The phallus right now!”
While she fitted the phallus to Nessa, Morgan’s heart felt the fear of knowing she would be whipped. Never in her ancient being did she know a lover such as this. She gazed up at Nessa’s strong face and said unconvincingly, “Nessa? You don’t mean to whip me do you?” It was as close as a Queen could come short of begging. But it was enough for the warrior.
Nessa pulled her naked Queen to her feet. “Right in front of lyea” Nessa growled. She lifted a leg and rested her foot on the bed then pulled Morgan over her raised thigh. The whipping was slow and stinging. The space between strikes and the surprise of the sting heated more than Morgan’s bare bottom. Nessa stopped. She put Morgan on her hands and knees on the fur rug in front of the astonished lyea. Nessa got on her knees and held the hips of her lover firmly. She shoved the phallus in and out of Morgan. Just as the warrior was ready to burst with animal climax, she reached around and fingered Morgan’s clit. The Queen howled out her ecstasy combined with the wild cry of the warrior.
Lyea was so wet from the scene and so aching she began to beg for release. Morgan took pity and got up from the floor. She stayed on her knees and bent to lyea’s mouth and kissed her while she pushed a finger up the Faery’s sex. Within seconds lyea was cumming. Her cries were muffled by Morgan’s own mouth.
Later, when she went walking stiffly to her own hut she thought to herself “That was punishment?”
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The End - A Warm Reception for Lyea - by Nessa
