Posted by Kimnikki on November 29, 2001 at 04:58:43:
Blissblade: Part III
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It was Vicky who opened the door, but my eyes saw only Lisa who sat cross-legged on their bed.
"Well good evening Rando. And what brings you by tonight?" Vicky asked while Lisa and I locked eyes. And at that moment, when my eyes met hers, I knew with no further doubts that this woman needed my blades and me. I felt all my doubts vanish, and a strange feeling came over me. I've felt it many times since but that was the first. It was (and still is) a strange combination of compassion and aggression, desire to pleasure and desire to take, tender affection and bloodlust. I wanted her ... and I needed her.
It was her eyes that told me she needed me as well. They were sad and slightly haunted when they met mine, but changed instantly. The tug I had felt since I first came near her was now like a loadstone ... strong, insistent and impossible to resist. I saw fear and hope dawn in her eyes and knew that she could somehow sense that her delivery might be at hand.
"Hello Vicky," I answered as she stood aside to let me in, "I am here because I'm needed." I strode into the wagon and kneeled down in front of Lisa, resisting an urge to pull her into my arms at once. Lisa's hand went to her lips, a small "o" of surprise on her mouth, tears beginning to pool in her eyes. The other hand reached out and touched my shoulder ... as if to confirm that I was real.
Vicky closed the door, then turned to behold the strange scene in front of her. The look on her face, seen out the corner of my eye, broke the building tension between Lisa and I and allowed me to turn towards her. This was not something that I was prepared for, and something I hadn't thought about. I knew that Lisa and I would reach an understanding, but how was I going to explain to Vicky?
In an awed voice, Lisa spoke first. "You ... you ... your here for me. I ... I ... can feel it ... oh God ... can you help us?"
Vicky's eyes were first on her lover, then on me, then back to Lisa. I could see confusion and tension building. But when her eyes finally went to mine, I suddenly found the words that I hoped would make her understand ... at least enough to let me help Lisa.
"There is no reason for you to suffer ... no reason for either of you to fear the tomorrows and what they may bring. I know that your love is strong ... you have defied convention to allow it to grow. Let that love be your guide Vicky. Let it tell you what must happen tonight."
Vicky ran over and pulled Lisa into the protection of her arms. I stayed on one knee, and held a hand out to Lisa. Vicky would have slapped it away, but Lisa took it before she could. I could feel Lisa tremble in fear, and was surprised at how weak her grip had become. She was a very strong woman ... she must be sicker than she looked.
I gently held her hand, feeling our mutual need growing stronger by the moment. But I could also see fear on her face, for she did not truly want to die. But she feared the wasting sickness far more than she feared me.
With trembling lips, her other hand holding her lover, she whispered to me. "Oh God ... oh ... please ... I don't understand this ... but ... you can help me ... can't you?" I felt great compassion for this poor woman and that tenderness softened my voice when I replied. Freeing my hand, I reached into my belt, and held up the stiletto that I had brought.
"I can not save you from death pretty one ... but I can save you and your lover from the ravages of the sickness. I can give you a death that is an affirmation of your life. And I can give you a final gift ... one that I would be honored to share with you." I felt very calm and in control, my moves and my motives very assured. I was in my element, even though I'd never been there before.
Her fingers reached out to touch the blade, trembling with fear ... and perhaps more than fear. Her eyes went from the steel to mine and then back. But it was Vicky who spoke first.
"What you do with the girls you bed ... can ... can you use that to make her ... oh God ... to make her ... " Tears filled her eyes, and she could not bring herself to finish the words. I felt compassion for her as well, for she would be left behind when this night was over.
I grasped her hand, and turned from Lisa to look Vicky in the eyes at last. She gasped and I felt the hand tighten on mine. To this day I'm not sure what she saw in my eyes. "I can make the end of her life glorious ... a testimony to her life and to her love. And yes ... I can give her what I give to the others ... and far more besides."
I've often thought back to that night ... and wondered at how easily it all fit into place. If I have some sort of ability to alter peoples' minds then I am unaware of it. But in all but a few cases, if the desire for my blades is a true one, then those around my lover and me just seem to understand.
"You ... you won't hurt her?" Vicky asked in a trembling voice. Lisa's fingers slid down the blade and were lightly circling my hand on the pommel. Before I could answer her, Lisa spoke for us both.
"I don't care ... truly I don't. If I must die, then I want it on my terms. And this is the answer to my prayers ... I don't know how I know that my love ... but I do."
I moved closer to Lisa, our faces separated by the blade and a few inches of air. "Besides," I whispered just loud enough to be heard, "it is better with a little pain ... isn't it Lisa?"
She bit her lower lip, a shudder of fear making her tremble, but she nodded slowly in answer to my question.
Vicky rose from the bed, and both of us turned to watch her. She began to move away when Lisa reached out and took her wrist. "I should go," Vicky whispered, tears pouring down her cheeks, her reluctance to leave her lover in every line of her body. I knew she wanted to stay, but she loved Lisa enough to give what she thought was needed ... even if that meant not being here. Fortunately it was a sacrifice that was not necessary. I reached out and took the other wrist.
"No ... you shouldn't ... you should remain right here. How can she affirm her love ... if her love is not here with her?"
With a choked cry Vicky feel into her lovers arms, and for a few moments I was ignored as they kissed and touched each others faces with trembling fingers, murmuring loving words to each other.
I took this time to strip off my shirt and place my knife belt on the floor by the bed, where it could be easily reached. I slid off my boots, but left my britches in place, feeling that neither woman would welcome that part of my anatomy. I blew out all but two of the lamps, leaving us in a small pool of warm flickering light.
When I turned back both women were beginning to kiss with greater passion, fear as well as need acting as an aphrodisiac. And that site, along with Lisa's steadily rising need sent a shiver of lust racing through my body. Oh how I wanted Lisa ... and how I wanted Vicky to know, and see, and hear what I would bring her lover on this final night.
The bed was not large enough for 3 of us, so I knelt by its side, and drew one of my blades. The rasp of the steel as it cleared the scabbard brought both women up short. I held it up before all three of our eyes. It was a long slim blade with a razor edge, though too wide to be called a stiletto.
They pressed against each other, a thrill of fear running though them, and a thrill of lust running through me. Long before this, with the girls' back home, I had learned how to use that fear to make what was to come all the greater. The fear was all part of the pleasure ... and now it had even more meaning.
I leaned in close and whispered into Vicky's ear. "Do with her as you normally would my lady. Caress her ... kiss her ... touch her and love her. Your touch will mean far more to her than mine ... and through your passion we will give her a gift beyond price." I then kissed her gently, surprised to feel some passion in it's return.
We kissed for a moment, then I returned to Lisa, carefully laying my blade flat against her stomach while leaning down for a lingering kiss. She also returned the kiss with some passion, and for the first time since I entered the wagon I felt my confidence slip. I had assumed they both had no use for men. Perhaps I didn't understand their needs as well as I thought?
I trailed kisses down her body, kissing her breasts and belly though the fabric of her dress, feeling her tremble with each one. Above me, Vicky turned her head and began to kiss her deeply, their tongues meeting and dueling with each other.
When I was just above her mound, I lifted the blade off her stomach and very carefully cut a small slit in her dress. I heard her gasp as I lifted the blade slowly up, slicing the dress open as if it were made of paper. The sound of the cloth parting seemed very loud in the quite wagon; the only other sound was our increasingly rapid breathing. The blade reached the neckline and parted it as easy as the rest. I set the blade on the bed beside them, and slowly opened her dress, exposing first her cleavage then her firm breasts and taunt belly. I slid the torn dress down along her legs, and then tossed the ruined garment away.
I leaned forward, and began to gently cup her breasts, surprising myself with how tight and firm they were. She shuddered under my touch, but I felt her arch her body slightly, pressing them into my hands.
This entire time, she and Vicky had continued to kiss and caress. I took one of Vicky's hands and placed it over Lisa's right breast, moving back to watch for a moment. Their kisses and embraces were growing more fevered, though both were now trembling with fright as well. I smiled at the site, knowing that just the right touch of fear could be very erotic for them.
When Vicky felt the first tug of my blade on her dress, she gasped and turned to watch in a kind of fearful fascination as I cut it up the middle, the same as Lisa's. She was actually quite a bit more scared than Lisa ... for she did not have the same understanding of what was happening as Lisa. She closed her eyes and gave a soft cry as she felt the blade pass between her cleavage and then finish parting her dress.
"Have no fear," I whispered to her, "my blades only ever cut what I will them too ... I never miss."
"I know," she whispered back, a quaver in her throat, "that's what scares me."
Lisa parted the fabric, slowly sliding the dress from her lovers' body, kissing the tops of Vicky's breasts as she did. Vicky moaned and then pulled Lisa into a long embrace, mouths and bodies intertwined as I also tossed her dress into the shadows. I noted with a touch of amusement (given the circumstances) that Vicky was a natural blond.
I joined them for a moment or two, kissing and caressing them both, letting the passion fill the tiny wagon around us. It had always been important before to allow the passion to build high first before starting with my little tricks, otherwise fear might overwhelm passion and ruin the mood. It had happened before, and I knew that it would be disastrous for that to happen this night.
I soon discovered that my assumptions about how they felt about men were incorrect. It was not that they disliked men ... obviously not from their reactions to me. Obviously their love for each other was not based on being female ... but rather on being who they were. Being women was secondary, and unimportant. I felt my confidence return, and the air in the wagon was soon steamy from heavy breathing and the swirl of passion.
Judging the moment to be right, I pulled Lisa closer, and carefully positioned her on the edge of the bed, so that she was lying back in Vicky's arms, who was pressed back against the wall. Vicky wrapped her arms around her lover, caressing her along the line of her ribs. Lisa tilted her head back so they could continue to kiss as I spread her legs on either side of my hips.
I quietly pulled another blade, this one a heavy hunting blade, long, wide and thick, with a slight hook at the point and one edge left dull. Lisa gasped in surprise and shock as I laid the cold steel against her flat hard belly. Her eyes flew wide and she looked down at the beautiful, deadly thing pressed against her flesh.
With my other hand I reached between her legs and ever so lightly cupped her vulva, pressing my flat callused palm against her soft folds ... and to my delight finding her warm and moist, and ready. I slid the steel down her body, still with the flat pressed to her, watching the flesh tremble and shake ... and not just with the chill of the metal.
As it reached her mound, I removed my other hand, bringing it up and licking the tangy salty droplets from my palm. "The metal is cold ... it needs a warm place to take the chill from it," I said. I turned the blade so that the cutting edge was downwards, and then slowly pressed the cold metal between the fragrant, swollen folds.
Lisa gave a soft cry of fear as her lips parted and the metal slid between them, her eyes remained locked to the blade. It slid easy between them, until the pommel was pressed against her pubic bone, the razor edge now looking like a third petal, folded between the other two. I pressed the blade a bit harder, putting some pressure against the flesh trapped between the edge and her body. She shivered from head to foot, and her breathing quickened.
I angled the blade up slightly, so the guard brushed against the hard button of flesh that was just barely poking out of its sheath. The touch of cold steel caused Lisa to admit a loud cry and give a slight jump, which only served to press the blade harder against her body. She shivered and trembled, but held the pose, pressing her flesh to the metal.
I moved the blade now, so that it slid back and forth between the lips, the cold metal growing slippery with her fluids. She moaned loudly at this, and one hand clamped around my wrist, guiding my movement slightly so with each pass the guard brushed against her clit. Vicky grabbed her head and turned her so they could again kiss hotly, she too obviously enjoying what she was seeing.
I pulled the blade from its warm blanket and carefully drew the point up Lisa's body, not enough to cut but enough for her to feel it prick and tickle her skin. She never broke the kiss, but I heard a deep groan from her throat. I held it up before them, and they turned to behold its gleaming length, shinning from her dew. I held it perfectly still, and after a moment, Vicky leaned over Lisa's shoulder and they both licked the droplets from the metal.
I placed Lisa's hand on the blade, leaving her to hold it while I pulled the next one, a twin to the one she held. I also ran this one over her trembling body, my free hand caressing her flesh, my fingers carefully feeling for those special points that I had grown so adept at finding. Each woman is slightly different, but I can always find what I'm looking for.
Just along her side, just below her ribs, that special tingle and shudder just under the flesh. I carefully pressed the cutting edge to her flesh, and then before she realized what was happening I drew it light across her flesh, cutting a very shallow line, no worse than a scratch.
She cried out and dropped the blade in her hands, which rattled to the floor. I finished my cut and the blade gave a tiny ring as is left her body, lost in Lisa's cry of surprise and fear. Then I smiled as her eyes closed and her body arched and her cry turned to a deep moan as the pain sent the delightful rush of cold and warmth all of her body, returning to the spot of the cut as a pleasant stinging.
She opened her eyes and our gazes met as I leaned in close for another kiss. Vicky nibbled on our ears as we broke the kiss, and Lisa's eyes met mine again. "But a sample lovely one ... but a sample," and with that I carefully cut a matching line on the other side of her body. She cried out again, arching up as I completed my cut. Vicky's hands, almost reluctantly, moved down to the twin cuts and Lisa hissed as her lovers' fingers gently touched the lightly bleeding cuts.
Vicky was breathing just as heavily as Lisa as she moved her hands up to Lisa's breasts, leaving a thin stain of blood on the skin, and began to tweak and twist the now rock hard nipples. Lisa gasped and moaned, pressing back against her lover.
I reach between Lisa's legs again, caressing and teasing the soaking petals, gently pressing a finger deep inside as my other hand retrieved the knife. I pressed the point against her belly button and then pulled the blade down her stomach, cutting another long shallow scratch in her flesh as I slowly buried another finger inside her. She pressed even harder against her lover and then gave her first real cry as I completed my cut by making the tiniest of nicks to the flesh of her clitoral hood.
A long high pitched cry escaped her lips as the sharp pain hit her, pressing back into Vicky who squeezed her breasts hard, kissing the side of her face. Then her voice went into a deep shaking groan as I carefully brushed my thumb against her clit. I could feel a deep vibration shake her and she clamped around my fingers as a small but quite pleasant orgasm washed over her.
Vicky moaned with her and they pressed their heads to each other as they pressed body to body.
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End of Part III