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.
IP: 69.58.126.118
Posted on October 23, 2018 at 03:19:11 PM by Kahlan
Kahlan
 |
This post contains graphic content not suitable for readers under the age of 18. If you read/participate in this thread, you are certifying that you are AT LEAST 18 years old or older. Minors are not permitted to read/participate in graphic threads. Perhaps I should not have probed so deep nor so intently into the reason behind her shaded and shadowed anguish. After all, all I ever wanted before myself was solitude and privacy, and yet here I am now invading her most intimate thoughts and secrets. At first, she tries to deny that anything is wrong, and perhaps at that moment she had forgotten all about it, too caught up in our own affair, the upsetting topic pushed to the dark corners of her mind. But then realization swept over her like a tsunami, and I could see the cracks in her seams, the fracturing of her emotional stability, the crumbling of her wall. So tied is she to her emotions, that it is almost as if someone physically attacked her, for all of the amount of pain she is in. I had pressed my snout to her shoulder, to comfort her despite the fact that I don’t know what it is she needs comforting from. And then comes, whether she knows it or not, the signs of denial. She does not want to think about it, she says, she just wants to be with me. Her kisses mirror my own, but her urges grow with more insistence, and although I find myself willing to help her escape her pain, I cannot be help but be concerned that she is not processing this as she should be. After all, I know better than anyone the dangers that accompany the ignorance of serious and compiling problems. After shutting my emotions off for a few years, I am in a worse place now than I was when I started. I have highs higher than the peak of a mountain and lows lower than the deepest crevice of the earth’s surface. But I recognize that she is an adult and has to make her own decisions. All I can do is be there for her like she has been there for me. Still, it has planted the seed of worry into my mind, and I know that it will eat away at me until I know exactly what is going on, but I will have time to figure it out later - I have no doubt of that. But for now it is forgotten, for as she said, she wants to be with me right now. A small moan crosses my lips eagerly as her kisses ignite the flame within my loins, her embraces almost enough to make me forget why I brought her here - to make boundaries… And of course… For the threesome that I planned in order to emphasize those very boundaries… I mention the male, and I can see heat and ire flush through her facade. At first, it was masked by confusion, but now she is quite simply upset, irritated. I hold my breath slightly and bite down on my lip in order to remain calm, to stifle the emotions within me, to hide behind my stoic mask. As openly as Kira wears all of her feelings, I equally hide mine. My fear has always being so deeply hurt again, but it seems that since I have returned to Blossom Forest, I have been the one doing the hurting, and Kirastasia has gotten the brunt of it. For a second, I think she might leave, that she might turn around and go, walking away from the complicated challenge I presented to her. But in the next second, she seems to relax and accept the situation, a sniffle hiding the bit of hurt still remaining in her voice. Apparently she is not at all opposed to the idea of a threesome, only that she wished I had discussed it with her first - and now it is I who am surprised, a little hurt. My mask remains solid so that I let nothing show… I was the one who planned all of this, so why then… Why am I upset at the thought of her with another. Especially when I deliberately planned for another to take advantage of both of us? And yet the idea that another ménage e trois may occur sends image of serious conversation through my mind - contemplations about likes and dislikes, needs and wants. “If he is not any good, then you can feel free to laugh at him and I will join in and we will leave him feeling like an insignificant male with a worthless cock. But I have a feeling that he will not disappoint…” As if on cue, Ingmar arrives, and I am surprised when Kira utters his name with disgust - my curiosity is certainly piqued. They already know each other? How… Exactly? She grins at him and I raise my brows - it is rare that I have seen her around any other wolf without being on her best behavior, without being all flirtatious and giggly, all bright and bubbly. Instead, she is snarky with him, as if he has left a bad taste with her… And then she mentions it - is this the male, or at least half of the brother duo who fathered her last litter? She has told me nothing about the pups sires, not that she has really had an opportunity to. Despite her rudeness and the hiss that spits itself like venom from between her lips, Ingmar is nothing but polite, albeit a little cocky. He moves to my side and kisses me intimately on the muzzle, as this this is something we done one thousand times, as if this is something normal for us lovers to do. The heat of his tongue sends thrills down my spine, only curbed in by the rolls of displeasure and discontent coming off of Kirastasia. And then, as if he is a ringmaster in a circus, he orders the festivities to begin, for us all to enjoy the pleasure that is to come from one another. “Ingmar, I do appreciate you showing up to this little soirée of ours. I will admit that this was a mystery surprise for my lover here, but it should prove to be a fun time nonetheless.” Ingmar gently lays his chin up on the crest of my scalp, his tongue caressing each of my ears with little nips of pleasure, and I can’t help but to lean into him, tilting my head this way and that way to give him more access, but my eyes are upon Kira, judging her reaction carefully. But then he steps back, and my jilted lover spends no time on pleasantries or complaints, but instead is upon me in a second, kissing me so hard it hurts as her lips crushing to mine, both of our teeth crushing and clashing against one another from the sudden embrace. The taste of her tongue upon mine sends heat through me once again, and all I can think of is the wetness between my legs, the sudden throbbing pulse there that drives me insane, and I am returning her kisses despite the pain, for the line between pain and pleasure has been blurred... when suddenly the thrill of yet another touch send shivers down my spine and I arch against the male, his teeth biting into my flesh enough to stimulate me but not enough to truly cause any damage. This will be a first for me - two lovers at once, and though I fear how Kira will react, how her heart will hurt in the long run, but I can’t help it but be excited for this exquisite carnal delight. His tail flashes by me, just brushing my cheek and I see it wriggling down her cheek her neck, across her withers. It is almost too much stimulation to be able to focus upon, and before I know it I am lost within the torrent of the love storm we are in, and I let go of my inhibitions. Teasingly, I flagged my tail and slowly wag it from side to side, not only releasing my perfume but then spreading and wafting the heated scent of my arousal and of my wetness, my readiness. We’ve only just begun, and already my body is craving release. Again I arch against him, but I move away from him and toward Kira, my tail arcing over my spine with my hips wriggling to and fro to give him a clear and unobstructed of my dampened flower, and as I move out from underneath his chin my tail wraps around his snout and cheek and I throw my hip against his chest, leaving a little bit of my perfume upon him. But then my attention is solely upon my snow princess, my little bird. Perhaps when we first met she was more like a mentee, someone I felt responsible for, someone I watched over, but that time is long past and now she is the object of the most lustful of my dreams. My lips had pulled away from hers, but as I walked forward, up until this point, I had left little kisses and nips along her side. Her shoulder, the curve of her elbow, the gentle slope of her rib cage, the exquisite dip of her flank toward her hip… Nothing was left unattended too or forgotten. But now that I am at that tender spot where her flank attaches to her limb, my cold snout consistently presses there, lifting the thin piece of flesh, my tongue exploring before my nose can even breathe the heated breath upon her wet flesh. I plant warm, heated kisses upon the inside of her thigh, up the throbbing pulse of her femoral artery. The tip of my tongue is just long enough to arch around the back of her thigh to slide up the back of her leg, and slowly kiss down her leg to her hock, and then trail up and up... and up. My last kiss slips into the slit next to her delicious delicacy, before retreating toward her abdomen. I cannot help my breath from coming in shorter, ragged moans - I am as much turned on by her own arousal as I am by her body, so taken am I by her. But already I have forgotten the other present, and so I step wider apart, and while I kiss her tender abdomen, for Ingmar‘s approval and pleasure, I wiggle my hips, inviting him in for whatever main course he would like to take. Whether he tastes my dripping slickness or mounts me and rams me with the cock I am sure is hard and firm, or merely continues to watch, I extend my neck out, my snout reaching again between her back leg and her belly, and this time my kisses will reach where she truly wants them to go. I’ve never tasted her in this way, I’m this position, and with the natural curl my tongue, each kiss slips between her two forbidden lips, pulling down upon the little knob of nerves that lays there, stimulating it in a gentle but insistent caress. But past that, I start to do the little circles around her clit that I know will drive her insane, and I increase my speed until I’m going as fast as I can, her delicious juice slipping down my tongue, and I give her no relief nor break until she’s trembling upon my tongue, upon my lips, her limbs nearly threatening to give out, and is only then that I retreat, nipping the inside of her thighs as I go. |
Replies:
- h e a r t . t h r o b [M] - By k i r a s t a s i a October 25, 2018 at 00:05:31 AM
im just a puzzle missing a few pieces [ m ] - By Kahlan November 1, 2018 at 11:40:21 PM
Post a reply:
<--
-->