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Subject: {ASSM} Lady Riding Atop  ch2 (fM+F+f magic cons MM oral solo ws ds)
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Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2016 09:10:01 -0400
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Author: Slutsinger
Title: The Lady Riding Atop
Summary: A young woman takes up her duty as slut and lover.
Keywords: fM+F+f magic cons MM oral solo ws ds
Poart: 2 of 6


Imagine a universe where openness and connection is essential to survival.
The night is scary.  Without our connections and the passion we find
together, we would surely succumb to the shadows.

This story is about a year old but has never before been posted to Usenet.
I'm posting in significant part because I'd love to find more beta readers
for a novel-length work in the same universe.  If you'd be willing to help
with that, drop me a line.  In exchange for your comments I'll share my
manuscript.

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Chapter2: The Marking of Sluts and Territory

The plan agreed, Dolphin Frolicking Unchecked wanted to get started so she
could finish arranging others for the night and so the two out of Oak Leaf
could dine.  The Lady Celeste reclined naked on a sofa so Dolphin and
Ashley could get down to their business.  Dolphin removed her skirt and
tossed it in disarray next to Celeste.  Celeste, for her part, frowned but
decided against complaint.

Dolphin went to Ashley, and pulled the younger woman into a hug.  She ran
her hands soothingly over Ashley's back.

"You will do fine," she said.  "Take a moment to Relax."

Dolphin continued, "I think you could use a bit of support and connection
before we start.  For the moment, I'm your lover, and I offer that."
Dolphin was right: Ashley was thinking so much about Dolphin's role as
manager and the opportunity she offered that she'd forgotten to connect,
forgotten to take as well as give. She took a deep breath, held it, and
released.  That felt better.  She leaned forward, her head nuzzling
companionably against Dolphin.

"That's better," the older woman said, her hands continuing their soothing
rhythm.  Ashley relaxed into the warm softness of Dolphin's body.

"We'll want to do this at the front door.  It's where everyone enters so
it's our biggest boundary focus," she said.

Dolphin considered for a moment.  "I guess you've never been marked and
woven into a web other than Oak Leaf's?"  Ashley nodded.  "This will
certainly be different than what they did for a permanent weaving of a
young daughter for the seat.  It's very simple," Dolphin said.  "I'll state
my intent, pee, and use that to mark you as ours for the night.  Then, you
offer for the boundary.  Throughout I'll fit you into the web.  This is
important and a duty, but above all it's lover's work.  Take pleasure in
what you're doing, yourself and me.  I'll certainly take pleasure in you."

At this point Dolphin paused.  "Although," she said, "I'd appreciate it if
you wouldn't take too much pleasure.  You serve me best later as a horny
slut climbing up the walls, so I'd be obliged if you could avoid coming.
Skate as close to the edge as you are able."

Ashley shivered.  "Do you have any questions?"  Dolphin asked.

Ashley thought for a few moments, basking in the closeness of the other
woman.  She wondered what it would be like to be tied so closely into a web
other than Oak Leaf.  Her connection to the passion of Oak Leaf was almost
impossible to directly focus on.  However, she noticed its effects in
greater confidence, comfort, and a feeling of safety and strength.  She
wondered what this would be like.  "No, I don't think so."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," Ashley said with some nervousness.  Dolphin patted her on the back
one last time and lead her to the front door.  Dolphin directed Ashley to
kneel before her.

Ashley looked around.  She had not paid heed to the boundary channel when
entering.  The channel ran along the front of the room.  It was slightly
wider than a person.  Unlike the marble floor, the channel was carpeted.
It lay a couple of inches below the rest of the lobby.  Ashley supposed
that would be for the best; she thought a huge puddle would make a disaster
of footing on the marble.  As expected, the channel was heavily stained.

Dolphin squatted slightly and grasped Ashley by the shoulder.

"For this night, you belong to The Cow and Crown Inn, Standing Brightly
Against the Knight.  I welcome you to our web; I welcome our web to you.  I
claim you.  I mark you.  You are ours!"  With this last Dolphin's Frolic
began to spray.  Her pee splashed across Ashley's tits, across the pendant
hanging between them and down her body.

Ashley breathed deeply of Dolphin's strong musk.  She felt the warmth of
Dolphin's pee running across her.  She began to run her hands across
herself, spreading Dolphin's mark across her body.  She reached forward,
captured a hand full and began to rub it into her bush and cunt.  She took
three fingers covered with Dolphin's musky pee and shove them deep into her
self, stroking back and forth against the roughness of her g-spot.  She
began to pant.

Surprisingly quickly, Dolphin clamped off her stream and stood.  She gently
began fingering herself as she looked down at Ashley.

"Enjoy much?" she asked.

"Yes!  So hot.  To be connected with something new.  And I love the smell
of your pee; so animal. Yes," Ashley said.  She continued stroking herself,
imagining her lust as a tiny beacon of light shining forth against the
darkness of the night.  Her panting was beginning to make conversation
difficult.

"If you are a sufficiently exciting slut in the next few minutes, I'll pee
for you with the rest of what I have," she said.  Ashley grinned with
anticipation.

Dolphin asked, "Do you feel anything?"

"Of the web?  No, nothing.  But you're so horny!"  Ashley stopped
mid-stroke.  "Wait, how do I know that?"

Dolphin laughed.  "From the web.  Your sense may become a bit more clear
when you're anchored."  Ashley sighed.  This was so like her experience of
the web: it didn't feel like anything had changed, except when you weren't
thinking about it, feelings or knowledge were just there in your head.

Dolphin continued, "Yes, I am horny, and I know just which slut is going to
give me a nice big come once she's finished making a mess in our front
boundary channel."

Ashley still had her fingers inside, although the start she took when she
realized she felt Dolphin's horniness had broken her rhythm.  She was still
quite close to a peak.  "I kind of squirt a lot when I come," she said,
eyes slightly downcast.  "I once did a boundary that way."

"I've seen that done once," Dolphin said.  "It looked like a lot of fun.
However, only one of us is going to come now and it's not you."

Ashley sighed. "I guess I had best apply myself to the boundary.  Shall I
mark the entire perimeter?"

"Fuck, no.  Offer here.  You want to make a connection with it; bring it
into yourself and offer as much as you have from your body to it.  You're
not building it.  I assure you we're quite diligent to that and every inch
carefully marked very recently," Dolphin said.

"Ah, playing with the boundary then.  This will be fun."

Dolphin smiled.  "That's the spirit."

Ashley stood and faced the front door, proudly displaying her dripping
front to anyone who might try and enter.  Ashley had offered many times.
With sadness, she realized that the task had perhaps become a bit routine
over the years.  This time was anything but.  She felt the thrill and
responsibility almost as if this was her first time.  She thought about how
every day in this building people opened themselves, offering love and
connection to stand strong and shine their passion against the dark of the
night.  She thought about the strength of routine and of living somewhere
with a long history of passion.  She thought about how we embrace ourselves
as animals, our sign and musk marking our places for all the world.  She
felt a thrill and pride to be part of weaving all these elements into a
boundary that could hold the power of passion in and push the night out.

"I mark our territory," she began softly.  She continued with the slow,
precise rhythm of the traditional invocation, "This is ours.  Here, inside,
we stand together.  No shadow shall stand against the light of our passion.
I offer from my body, from my passion, from my love, that we might all be
strong." As she spoke, her voice grew firm.  Dissatisfied with her start,
she finished, with conviction, repeating the opening line. "I mark our
territory."

She squatted.  She placed her right hand under her cunt.  She began to pee,
the warmth of her flow splashing across her hand as it puddled under her.
She cupped some of her pee in her hands and raised it to her lips.  Ah, she
was quite sour today.  She would remember to drink more later.

Ashley rubbed her hand against her upper lip, breathing in her scent.  By
this point, her puddle encompassed the tops of her legs and feet.  She
enjoyed the warmth spreading under her.

Ashley took great joy and pride in peeing to mark her territory.  It was
such a primal experience, such an animal way of saying "I'm a female
defending what is mine.  Violate my territory, my tribe at your peril."
She sprayed her scent across what she claimed sharing that experience with
all animal-kind.

As a young girl, first learning about this primal heritage, she'd wondered
why it was called offering not marking.  Her mother told her that any
animal can mark something with urine and proceeded to try and explain the
special role men and women have when they offer.  Today, Ashley felt that
she understood this better than ever.

She was offering from herself, from the very fluids of her body.  It wasn't
that her urine was precious.  She did rather like playing with her waters,
although she had to admit that she made rather more in a day than she could
profitably use for that purpose.  However, the offering itself was
precious.  She offered the intimacy of the experience.  She immersed
herself in the moment: the warmth, her smell, her taste, the splashing of
her pee against herself and the ground, the joy of her pee running over her
hand.  She embraced that primal female animal within herself.  In this she
embraced and offered herself as lover and slut, standing with every act of
lover and slut that creates the light of passion.  With a thrill, she
realized that today she would join those acts.  The animal within her
roared.  If anything threatened Dolphin, those boys who she would guide to
know every crevice of her body, or even that imaginary commoner's son,
they'd have to get through her.  And she was determined to slut and love
without reservation so that wouldn't happen -- even if she hadn't met half
the people she was protecting.  It was in that sense that Ashley offered
with the precious pee of her body.

Eventually, her stream slowed to a trickle and with a few last drips came
to an end.  Ashley turned around and lowered herself into her little pond.
She splashed her now tepid pee across her tits and flanks, eagerly playing
with her mess.  She pressed her face into the channel, breathing in her
scent, overlaid with the stale musk of those who had offered before.  She
splashed, and rolled, exploring her mess with every inch of her body, a
slut playing in her full pleasure.

As her pee began to cool, she looked up at Dolphin.  "How much need I
spread the mess?" she asked.

"I think you've done fine.  The carpet puddles well so sluts can have their
fun, but it wicks well and will only be damp within an hour," Dolphin
replied.

"Fuck, you're such an amazing slut," she continued.  "Lover mine, crawl
over here and eat me to a huge come."

Ashley beamed and splashed over to Dolphin.  She kissed and nibbled along
the older woman's thighs, licking Dolphin's sweat as she went.  Soon,
though she brought her attention to her bush.  It was full and thick,
covering her entire mound.  She brought her face closer, breathing in the
scent of fresh urine mixed with the woman's arousal.  She stroked her hands
through the wiry hair catching on a sticky snarl near the bottom of
Dolphin's slit.  She bent in very close and sniffed deeply.  "Have you been
fucked recently?" she asked.

"Yes.  The hotel owner finished in me just as the clerk relayed your
arrival," Dolphin said.

Ashley's experience so far rarely gave her the chance to suck a man's cum
out of another woman. She continued combing Dolphin's bush, gently working
through the snarls.  She licked along the tops of Dolphin's thighs as best
she could, collecting some of what was trapped there, but it was hard to do
with the other woman standing.

Dolphin thrust forward.  Taking the hint, Ashley brought her attention
directly to the mound.  She sucked and licked along the outer lips.  Then
she wrapped her arms around the other woman for better support.  She slowly
licked from the bottom of the slit, up to the top of the hood.  Then she
began to explore the inner lips, running her tongue along them sucking and
nibbling as she went.

"Fuck yes!  More of that," Dolphin said, reaching down to hold Ashley's
head to her crotch.

Ashley for her part continued to explore Dolphin, now diving into her cunt.
She eagerly collected what she could of the nectar there, exploring the
complex flavor of Dolphin's cum combined with that of her previous lovers.
She released Dolphin with her left hand, redeploying her fingers to explore
Dolphin's depths.  She worked them into her mouth, transferring more of
Dolphin's bounty.  Then she began to finger Dolphin while her tongue moved
to the upper regions of Dolphin's slit.  By this point Dolphin was mewling
softly and exerting more pressure against Ashley's head.

Ashley continued delighted by her progress.  This was hot.  She loved being
able to offer pleasure, especially to someone who was doing so much for
her.  Dolphin was very responsive; in Ashley's opinion Dolphin was a superb
slut.  Soon Dolphin's mewling rose to full moans of pleasure.  Ashley
abandoned the fingers in Dolphin's cunt, both because she enjoyed seeing
how far in she could get her tongue every few seconds and because she
wanted both arms for support.  Dolphin began to rub against Ashley, her
cries rising.  Ashley continued increasing her intensity until she found a
rhythm that seemed to be producing the desired result.

Dolphin came, her cry rising to a shriek, her legs clamping Ashley's head
in place.  Ashley found herself glad of the arms around Dolphin's legs as
she was holding some fraction of the other woman's weight.  Soon, Dolphin
recovered her balance.  "Fuck, that was good," she said, still panting
slightly.

Ashley pulled back and looked up, her face covered in Dolphin.  "So, was I
an exciting slut?" she asked.

Dolphin frowned in confusion for a moment and then smiled.  "O, yes you
are.  Most exciting," she said.

"Get your slut mouth back on my cunt and open wide and I'll offer you the
rest of my pee," she said. Ashley eagerly opened her mouth over Dolphin's
cunt.  Dolphin held Ashley's head firmly against her and her stream began
to flow.

Ashley swallowed Dolphin's warmth.  Dolphin was quite bitter; Ashley
enjoyed the strength of her flavor.  Ashley enjoyed her mouth on the cunt
of someone peeing when she could get the chance.  It was fun to run her
tongue through the stream, exploring closer to Dolphin's urethra.

Dolphin's stream diminished and Ashley was able to hold the last of the pee
in her mouth, exploring the full complexity of the flavor.

"O, I so love doing that," Dolphin said.  "Honey, you've been really
wonderful.  I have a favor to ask.  Watching you drink me has really turned
me on and I think you could give me another come if you're up to it.  A
really big, huge come."

Ashley made no answer except to dive in.  She thought they had been
connected before, but this was something else.  Dolphin rubbed and bucked
against her, directing her head where she wanted it.  Ashley redoubled her
efforts.  Within seconds Dolphin was moaning.  Soon the moans rose to cries
and shrieks.  "Fuck!  Fuck!  I am so going to come!" she shouted.  She
finished in an earth-shattering scream of joy, that at least for Ashley
with her head crushed between Dolphin's powerful legs seemed like an
eternity.

Dolphin collapsed, pulling Ashley atop her as they sprawled across the
channel and lobby floor.  In a few seconds Dolphin regained enough
composure to pull the other girl into a hug and deep kiss.  "If you show
them like that tonight," Dolphin said softly into Ashley's ear, "you will
bring me great pride."

"Yes, my lover," Ashley said.

Ashley was drifting into a really nice cuddle when she was startled by loud
applause from the lobby.  She looked up. "Dolphin, I think we might have
made a scene.  We seem to have rather a lot of an audience," she said.
There were to Ashley's count eleven people gathered there from a lord in
formal dress, down to a farmer's child in what looked to Ashley to be worn
work clothes.  Then there were a few of them naked, including to Ashley's
great embarrassment the lady Celeste.

"It happens.  Good for you," Dolphin said, pulling her in for another kiss.

Relaxed against Dolphin, Ashley's mind wondered.  She supposed that her
assumption on walking into the building was wrong.  Apparently there was
sex in the lobby after all.  She couldn't tell if the lobby now smelled
like sex: at least until something else exciting happened she herself would
smell very little besides Dolphin.

A few minutes later, Dolphin, the Lady Celeste and Ashley had convened at
the fire.  Ashley wanted to roast until she was no longer dripping so they
could go into dinner.  Dolphin had offered her mother the use of the shower
in the offered suite, but had asked Ashley to refrain.  "I've marked you as
ours and I'm happy with that.  If one of your lovers tonight doesn't like
how an honest slut smells, then have them shower you," Dolphin said.  "Oh,
and be sure that they make the time in the shower very worth your while."

Ashley was disappointed that the web still evaded her, at least until she
thought to relax and open to the space.  Apparently somewhere in all that
she'd gained a sense of the inn.  She couldn't feel anything, but so long
as she didn't try and directly think about it, she simply knew the overall
structure of the web.  As she'd suspected, it was a web of smaller webs.
As she relaxed, she also found herself growing excited as passion built
throughout the inn.  It was unnerving to suddenly feel lust and to just
know the source, and to not even think that was strange until she evaluated
it directly.  Tonight promised to be interesting.


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I hope you've enjoyed.  I'd love to hear any feedback you have both about
what I've done well and what I could improve.  For more stories see
https://loversgrove.org/slutsinger For non-fiction discussion of love and
sexuality see https://venus-ardens.org/hartmans

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