10-08-2017, 08:07 PM
Jah-Lilah
someday, we will foresee obstacles
All of the stars, you make them shine like they were ours.
He drops tender touches along her neck, her skin quivering and trembling beneath him. Her adrenaline is pumping already, and she is fighting the urge to bolt. Her energy is building up steadily, and she needs somewhere to channel it. She wants him, her desire permeating the air. He has dropped and she can instantly smell all of him blending with her, and it only encourages the wetness in her hind end to grow. He is pushed up against her, his feathers tickling her body. He is driving her mad. He has danced his mouth all over her, felt her pulse quickening, her heart racing. He knows what it is, just as she does. She has no fear, she has only love.
Her desire for the Wind and the Wolf was overwhelming, intoxicating. She'd felt like this before, only in the moments leading up to her and Circinae's union. This was different though, she sought to be filled, to be made whole. Now, instead of coaxing moans out of her mare until her waterfall burst the dam, she was with her stallion. The pressure is building, her actions and words are ensuring that. She is readying herself to take him into her, to be sealed off, to finally allow a seed to be planted. She would grow and nurture this delicate flower like no other in the world. She wanted to make him(them) proud, wanted to bring forth a youngling they would both accept and love. She needed him. She needed them. She tells him these things.
He is talking, mumbling, whispering, and it's everything she wants to hear. In a moment they are nose to tail, and he's rubbing himself all over her. She adapts a sawhorse position, and lifts her tail. A couple of stray drops of urine and liquid escape her, she's lost to the wild animal that she always was. Her nose finds its' way to his undercarriage, and she's pleasantly surprised by what @[Canaan] is packing underneath. She steps in and tucks her head low, licking him in his most sensitive places. She's swaying her hind end, dancing in place, casting her own spell. The red wytch, the medicine mare, the healer, she is all these things, but tonight she is only a lover. Only his lover, only their lover.
Next he's rounded and grabbed her. He is up, up upon her. She squeals and tenses, her haunches attempting to launch her forward, but they are deterred. He has her, as he's always had her the moment their common mate decided they were a trio, instead of two duos. He plunges deep into her, pressing himself as far as he can, to make sure their union is a successful one. She sucks in a breath sharply, body tingling all over as he stretches into her. His grip on her sides, his teeth on her neck, his voice in her ear, all she can do is bend to his will. Her voice rings out, cutting the summer night as she calls for him. She grunts, gasps, heaves, then comes the explosion. An electric burst from all around them, sparks shooting through the grove of trees. Fireworks behind her eyes, nothing but colors when she shuts them. She is melting around him, her love seeping out. He returns the favor in spades, and for a moment, they are one as together they reach the highest levels.
He drops from her, rubbing himself on her hip and flank. She turns round, beckoning him with a look, and before she can say a word he is in his place again, in the depths of her soul. He fulfills her and fills her, leaves swirling as the wind sweeps her away in the throws of their passion. She is breathless, shaking, satisfied. She falls into him, weak from lovemaking and encouraged by a convenient gale force, and they hold each other. He kisses her, sweat and all, looks her in the eyes and speaks. Her heart catches in her throat as he courts her, just like Circinae courts her. She is bound. "Carry me then, Wind. I am with you."
Ain't nobody in the world but you and I.
He drops tender touches along her neck, her skin quivering and trembling beneath him. Her adrenaline is pumping already, and she is fighting the urge to bolt. Her energy is building up steadily, and she needs somewhere to channel it. She wants him, her desire permeating the air. He has dropped and she can instantly smell all of him blending with her, and it only encourages the wetness in her hind end to grow. He is pushed up against her, his feathers tickling her body. He is driving her mad. He has danced his mouth all over her, felt her pulse quickening, her heart racing. He knows what it is, just as she does. She has no fear, she has only love.
Her desire for the Wind and the Wolf was overwhelming, intoxicating. She'd felt like this before, only in the moments leading up to her and Circinae's union. This was different though, she sought to be filled, to be made whole. Now, instead of coaxing moans out of her mare until her waterfall burst the dam, she was with her stallion. The pressure is building, her actions and words are ensuring that. She is readying herself to take him into her, to be sealed off, to finally allow a seed to be planted. She would grow and nurture this delicate flower like no other in the world. She wanted to make him(them) proud, wanted to bring forth a youngling they would both accept and love. She needed him. She needed them. She tells him these things.
He is talking, mumbling, whispering, and it's everything she wants to hear. In a moment they are nose to tail, and he's rubbing himself all over her. She adapts a sawhorse position, and lifts her tail. A couple of stray drops of urine and liquid escape her, she's lost to the wild animal that she always was. Her nose finds its' way to his undercarriage, and she's pleasantly surprised by what @[Canaan] is packing underneath. She steps in and tucks her head low, licking him in his most sensitive places. She's swaying her hind end, dancing in place, casting her own spell. The red wytch, the medicine mare, the healer, she is all these things, but tonight she is only a lover. Only his lover, only their lover.
Next he's rounded and grabbed her. He is up, up upon her. She squeals and tenses, her haunches attempting to launch her forward, but they are deterred. He has her, as he's always had her the moment their common mate decided they were a trio, instead of two duos. He plunges deep into her, pressing himself as far as he can, to make sure their union is a successful one. She sucks in a breath sharply, body tingling all over as he stretches into her. His grip on her sides, his teeth on her neck, his voice in her ear, all she can do is bend to his will. Her voice rings out, cutting the summer night as she calls for him. She grunts, gasps, heaves, then comes the explosion. An electric burst from all around them, sparks shooting through the grove of trees. Fireworks behind her eyes, nothing but colors when she shuts them. She is melting around him, her love seeping out. He returns the favor in spades, and for a moment, they are one as together they reach the highest levels.
He drops from her, rubbing himself on her hip and flank. She turns round, beckoning him with a look, and before she can say a word he is in his place again, in the depths of her soul. He fulfills her and fills her, leaves swirling as the wind sweeps her away in the throws of their passion. She is breathless, shaking, satisfied. She falls into him, weak from lovemaking and encouraged by a convenient gale force, and they hold each other. He kisses her, sweat and all, looks her in the eyes and speaks. Her heart catches in her throat as he courts her, just like Circinae courts her. She is bound. "Carry me then, Wind. I am with you."
Ain't nobody in the world but you and I.