Romance is in the air...this is probably the most beautiful and scenic place in Blossom Forest. For the athletic and determined to come with their mates, for time away from pups. Only adults may come here; some of the ledges are too far apart for teens or pups to cross and some too high to scale.
h e a r t . t h r o b [M] IP: 74.199.21.5 Posted on October 21, 2018 at 03:25:47 PM by k i r a s t a s i a
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Something struck Kirastasia as wrong a few seconds into her affectionate greeting; Kahlan still shied from Kira like a nervous doe every so often, as if stepping around the sharp pieces of herself she hadn’t picked up yet, but the earth-born woman still met the snowbird’s advances with breathless ardor that betrayed how touch-starved she’d become. In turn, Kirastasia tried to show as much care and insight into her lover’s emotional state as possible; her only purpose, her only direction right now, was to love Kahlan, and despite how simple that command was the vipera damsel learned every day what a complex masterpiece love created. Lately, loving Kahlan meant tossing the older lady into a tumultuous sea of pleasure - drowning out her fears and her heartache and her uncertainty with overwhelming physical stimulation. Kira felt very adept at that part. Kahlan’s body was a continent Kirastasia never tired of exploring, although the ivory maiden had discovered a few delectable landmarks that guaranteed a fluttering gasp or barely-muffled moan every time. She knew Kah’s perfume like she knew her own pelt - appropriate, as more often than not anymore Kira wore that signature over her scent all the time. If Kahlan had just hunted, or gathered plants, or visited an unfamiliar part of the forest, her younger lover picked up that note in her scent the way a wine sommelier detects flavors in a chardonnay. Right now . . . a certain tang muddled its way into Kahlan’s luxurious fur. A hint of acid in the autumn dish that had Kira’s ears perking, on alert. Why is Kah nervous?
Another firm, chaste kiss pressed into Kahlan’s muzzle, and the winter girl glanced upward to peer into her paramour’s honey-colored lenses. A quiet scoff puffed from the ex-healer’s lips - cutting through Kira’s skin. Kahlan pulled away from her, only a little bit. Confused, though no less desiring, Kira continued to place little sips of her tongue on either side of Kahlan’s throat, retracing her patterns . . . until a soft growl reverberated past the downy plane she was kissing, and the she-wolf leaned back a second time. Now Kira’s maple windows flashed with anxiety, her head tilting slightly to convey her confusion. “Wrong? Nothing is wrong, I’m with you . . .” And up until the moment Kahlan attempted to guess the reason for her tear-tender eyes, Kirastasia honestly didn’t understand what her lover was getting at. The white huntress felt totally fine, better than fine, with Kah’s proximity warming her canvas. The tides undulated into the beaches of happiness, anticipation, lust. But even though Kahlan guessed wrong - Kira hadn’t suffered all the much from Wudubearo’s closure - the way the spice-painted wolfess spoke to her, lyrics soothing and concerned, had the serpent’s lanterns watering with tears she hadn’t realized still wanted to spill.
Drizzt. Gone, gone, gone forever.
A tiny hiccup leapt from Kirastasia’s chest, the abrupt surge of sorrow taking her off guard. The tides of her emotions crashed against jagged rock, cold and painful, and she wanted nothing more than to run back to the shores of her love for Kahlan where terrain was treacherous but beautiful, worth every sting and scrape. It felt wrong to speak of the late Tempest when Kahlan was here and alive. Kira swallowed hard, letting out a long breath when Kah bumped her nose comfortingly against her shoulder. The gentle touch quickly heated into something more demanding . . . titillating . . . the wet heat of Kahlan’s tongue parting her fur to caress the flesh beneath, trailing up Kira’s neck and sending shivers down her frame. Kirastasia’s breathing jolted, grew rapid and shallow. “I don’t w-want . . . to think about it . . .” She turned her face to lap at Kahlan’s brow, the nape of her neck, moving in sync with the autumn queen as her lover mapped her way across her upper body. “I just want to be with you right now. Is that okay, Kah?”
The rising temperature of her body and the impatient throbbing of her sacred places distracted Kirastasia from the sounds of approaching paws. A needy whine slipped from her parted lips when Kahlan stepped back too soon, removing their closeness and halting the first few steps of their dance. The expression on the once-healer’s face struck Kira as apprehensive . . . frenzied. “Not the only one?” A sharp yip, indignation fizzing through the bubbliness of her desire. And maybe - maybe some hurt, too? Not because there was to be an additional body in the mix, but because Kahlan had invited this stranger alone, without consulting Kirastasia on what she wanted. If they were to enjoy a third, Kira wanted to giggle and plan with her lover in the privacy of their den, whispering about what turned them on and agreeing to look for their new partner together. Was this a test, then? Had Kahlan deliberately disrupted their dynamic to see if Kira would leave as soon as things didn’t go her way?
A haughty countenance replaced the brief anger taking hold of the alabaster fae’s mask. She sniffed delicately, turning her face away and blowing air out from her jowls, tail switching fast behind her. “I know your taste is too good to choose an unworthy male, I only wish you might have asked me first. Obviously I’m staying - what if he isn’t any good?” Now she did hear the crunch of dead leaves and crisp debris drawing closer. Kirastasa moved to stand next to Kahlan, maple eyes narrowed in judgement. I wonder what desperate fool Kah managed to . . . oh no.
She knew that canvas of iron and obsidian, those eyes of blue frost. She’d pushed children from her body with the same markings, the same stark azure in their pools. He’d been a desperation-fuck, someone she literally ran into because he and his brother had been there when her insane mind decided how to “fix” her mistakes. Pale hackles flicked erect. A vicious grin tugged at the corners of her pretty mouth. “Well if it isn’t Ingmar. Where’s your brother, darling? Have you decided you prefer threesomes with two females instead?”