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 25, 2018 at 00:05:31 AM by k i r a s t a s i a
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She hated the way Ingmar touched Kahlan. Hated how familiar he acted, trailing his tongue up the dusky she-wolf’s muzzle and grooming her ears, hated how damn arrogant he sounded when saying Kahlan’s name, hated how his musky cologne mixed in the air with Kahlan’s feminine perfume. The lusty, sensual goddess within her had been engendered by the blood of Queens . . . but it was the glacial murderous streak of Kershov that had Kirastasia silently fuming, rage howling inside of her like a cataclysmic blizzard begging to break free, her curvy form trembling as she struggled to contain the violent urge to lunge for Ingmar’s neck and rip his arteries from their network. Watching Kahlan orient herself to better receive Ingmar’s teasing affections had Kira choking on a vicious growl. Why did it have to be him, this damnable bastard who had no idea of the fragile treasure he’d stumbled across? He had his brother had been good enough to satisfy her needs last winter - each possessing their own impressive sexual talents - but that had been Kira’s body in their care, not Kahlan’s. Her ex-healer had broken down some of her concrete walls to reveal a sculpture of finest glittering crystal; should the older fae sense any crack, any threat to her vulnerable core, she’d dive back into her unfeeling grave without a backward glance. Kirastasia wanted to tear Ingmar’s wandering tongue from his mouth. She wanted to shatter the bones of his greedy paws between her teeth.
Ingmar happily obliged to Kah’s overt proposition, running the whole flat of his tongue up her slit before hopping onto his hind legs and gripping her abdomen in a bearhug. Kirastasia could feel the frigid point of his stare probing her while she unduated against her lover . . . accepting the ingenious teasing Kah inflicted upon her . . . and at some point in time, her mind already lost to carnal madness, Kira’s hips were twitching and bucking, no doubt mirroring the rhythm of her paramour as Ingmar impaled her upon his manhood.
Kahlan didn’t just bring her to the edge of lunacy - she pushed Kira over the cliff, and then left her hanging desperately on the edge, clinging by the tips of her claws. The snowbird quaked, sharp gasps knifing from her lungs as her body convulsed in waves of pleasure that terminated too quickly, a furious burst of heat whose sudden absence left her chilled. Kirastasia preferred to be carried through her “little death,” borne on the crashing tides of stimulation until the last vibrations hummed away. Kahlan deliberately ended her maddening ministrations - the graze of her teeth upon Kira’s sensitive inner thigh the punctuation mark on a sentence halted halfway. The muscles in the pale princess’s abdomen rolled . . . squeezed . . . she arched her spine, begging for Kahlan to finish what she’d started, and finally pulled herself back to solid ground mentally, although her tongue still lolled shamelessly from her open mouth and fluid glistened down her shaking hind limbs. “N-no fair, Kah!” the alabaster damsel whined, uncaring that she sounded no better than a spoiled brat. Her maple-glass windows glared, hurt, at her lover. Then that wounded glower burned up toward Ingmar and his stupid awful gloating face. “Poor thing,” he half-growled, half-laughed at her, his syllables emphasized with each hard thrust of his hips. “Are you getting greedy? Impatient?” His china blue eyes never left hers as he reached forward to clamp his jaws on Kahlan’s spice-laced scruff, smiling around the lush fur as he yanked back to haul the ex-healer’s head up. He was giving Kira a full view of her lover on glorious, x-rated display - her tawny throat exposed, her body rocking with the impact of Ingmar’s ruthless strokes, her voice carrying effortlessly into the barren space.
The raw, primal beauty of her magnificent paramour took Kirastasia’s breath away.
With a desperate, starved whimper, Kira pressed herself against Kahlan, chest-to-chest, bathing her in adoring kisses, seeking to swallow every shuddering moan within her own lungs. When Ingmar’s pace suddenly increased - slamming Kahlan toward her climax without mercy - Kirastasia gave Kah’s teeth a final swirl of her hungry pink muscle before biting down hard on her left ear. “Scream for us, Kahlan. Let me hear what you sound like when a worthless brute takes you.”
Ingmar added his own resonating rumbles to travel under the high soprano trill of Kahlan’s ecstasy, his deep masculine notes carrying through the earthen lady’s frame and vibrating faintly against Kira’s sternum. Once he’d unsheathed himself from Kahlan - still rather erect, but Kira’s standards - the envious ivory girl licked her daggers and winked at him lasciviously, wrapping her forearms around Kah’s neck to reach toward where Ingmar’s front limbs still wrapped loosely about the older woman’s waist. “Looks like you didn’t disappoint my darling Kahlan like I thought you would. Care to try and satisfy me next? Or is the little boy exhausted so easily?” Her fangs combed delicately through the mussed cinnamon-and-nutmeg hairs of Kahlan’s ruff, replacing their smooth waves with tender care. “We’ll switch places. You on me, me on Kahlan. And I’ll show you how to really make her scream.” A harsh laugh fell from Ingmar’s mouth, his sides rising up and down from pleasurable exertion. Apparently wanting to save his breath, he merely smirked at the greedy brindle-striped lady, sliding from Kahlan’s back with a farewell nip given between Kah’s withers.
Expertly, seamlessly, Kirastasia insinuated herself between the iron-and-obsidian male and her stunning sparrow, haunches backing impatiently into Ingmar’s chest as her tail stroked the underside of his jaw. She hooked one column around Kah’s right hip, pulling the freshly ravished femme closer. A pleased hum escaped her throat as her muzzle - and then tongue - explored the still-shimmering remnants pouring from Kahlan’s sacred gates, using the pretense of cleaning the she-wolf as a means to ready her for another explosive orgasm. Ingmar was like a bawdy show-off given an instrument to play with; he managed to pluck out an impressive enough melody with the tools given to him by nature, but he didn’t really know the gorgeous fae who’d invited him here. Kirastasia was the expert, the protege so to speak . . . she could make true music bloom in the form of passionate love.
Kira grunted once in annoyance with Ingmar mounted her, his weight feeling too heavy after the exquisite weightlessness of Kahlan’s touch. But that grunt stretched into a thin mewl she could not bite back once the stormy knight slid inside of her, hot and hard as newly forged metal. Struggling to control herself, Kira softly ordered Kahlan to lower her fore-end so that her rump rose in the air, hip still supported by Kira’s leg. Not waiting for Ingmar to catch on, she surged into the moves she knew Kahlan liked best - and a few more that would surely surprise the cold-hearted healer. And while Ingmar hammered into her, hard and fast with no tenderness at all, treating her like an unfeeling doll, Kirastasia loved Kahlan as best as she possibly could.