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: 65.29.75.36
Posted on November 1, 2018 at 11:40:21 PM by Kahlan
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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. She tastes delicious, as she always does, her sweet nectar more of an aphrodisiac than any other meal I have ever tasted. She is the one who has gotten me wet, prepared for the penetration by the brute I brought to this ménage à trois. Even still, when the heat of his tongue presses against my tender folds, I can’t help the gasp that rushes between my teeth and has me pulling my tongue away from my lover for the briefest of moments. But there is a single lick, as if he solely wants to make sure I’m ready for him - there is no skill, no teasing, no pleasure, only the violation and desecration. Never have I felt like that before, not in this position - perhaps I have been spoiled before, only having ever experienced lovers who paid every particular attention to the nerve bundles wrestled between my rose‘s petals… But not him. No, he only sees fit to probe, to take a taste to see if it is to his liking, and then in quick succession I feel his weight upon my back. I wonder if this is what it is like to have ADHD - to not be able to focus on any one thing but instead feel pulled between every single thing seeking to grab my attention. Again, without any teasing, he thrusts inside of me, over and over again like a bucking bronco, and though eventually he brings me to my climax, it is nothing compared to the ones I have had in the past. He had none of the love that Kenshin had for me, has none of the skill not dedication of Kershov, my dear friend. And I will not even try nor attempt to compare Ingmar with Kirastasia. More than that, Ingmar gave me no ability to control my own body, to match his tempo, for instead he ripped my nape back, pulling me away from the dripping tendrils of my most prized possession… Or rather, of Kira‘s most prized possession. I should not think that she is mine… She is not, nor am I hers… but at any rate when he grabs, I would be lying if I did not say there was a moment of fear when he gripped me like that, not thrills… fear. But then Kira wipes that all the way as she crushed herself against me, tasting herself on my tongue, swallowing the moans that force their way past my lips and from my body until I finally reach my peak. Ingmar tells me to scream for him, and while I do moan, there is no screaming of his name, for fear that if any words were to cross my lips it would be her name, not his. I think perhaps, if I were to be totally honest, it is Kira‘s own pleasure that brings me 90% of the way there… And I am more than a little relieved when he dismounts me. It was not that he was bad… It is just that I’ve had better, and perhaps have come to expect that it will always be that way. As he slips off of me, I shake out my mane, loosening the hairs that he has flattened down with his tongue, his teeth, his grip, but I freeze as my eyes open the next minute. Kirastasia is hovering over me now, lovingly caressing away any trace of him on my nape, daring him to take her next… But why would she do such a thing as when she so clearly hates him. Then I get it - she doesn’t want him touching me any more. She would rather suffer through his wild gyrations herself than to see his prick impaled me over and over… Yet again. My pools of honey search the earth as the train tracks in my mind go wild, derailing all the trains. What had I been thinking? What was I thinking now? He makes it all the harder to focus when the expertise of Kirastasia’s tongue laps at me, and just the heat of her breath already has me trembling. I hate that she is tasting him within me, I hate the groan that slips between her lips as he no doubt mounts her. But oh God she feel so good. I do as I am told, lowering my body to the floor, but still my mind will not quiet. This was meant to set boundaries, to show her just how polyamorous we were, that we were just fucking around. But her and I… It has never been just sex. Even when I have hated her, it is not just sex. Always there has been passion, affection… With her there are no greys, only has it been black-and-white, no matter how hard I tried to pain her and push her away, still she came back. My back legs tremble now, threatening to give out as she goes to town, pushing me over the edge another time, and this time I do scream, her name falling from my lips, but she gives me no mercy> No, instead she continues circling, petting, caressing, kissing, driving me wild… But then I register the steady rhythm interrupting what would’ve been perfect… And I realize it is Ingmar humping her, putting his seed deep within her. I don’t know how I find the strength, but I claw my way away from Kira and her sweet, sweet kisses, tearing up the earth as I do so, and then I’m raking at it as I circle around with a few quick steps, leaping at Ingmar with my front paws, attempting to push him off of her. If my first push does not work, I do it again, and if that doesn’t work, I grab his scruff between my teeth and rip him off of her and out of her in order to throw him to the earth as best I can. A heinous snarl rips out and I snap at the air above his face. “Get the fuck out of here. If you ever touch her again… I will kill you. Sure, you could always outfight me, but I have been taught things you could never understand, the way the body works, and what will cease your heart from ticking. If you ever so much as lay another eye upon her, I will stalk you in the night, and any prey you seek will be poisoned before you can kill it, and when you feast upon it you will find yourself vomiting up your own entrails. Any water supply you frequent will have you shitting bricks. Then, when you are too weak to stand, I will use the deadly Devil‘s Plant upon you - set all of your nerves flame, make you wish you were dead… And then laugh at you as you suffer for days until you were given the sweet release of death. Now leave, you filthy mongrel.” Never in the past two years have I had a desire to use my skills, my knowledge, my herbology… But now I do. I spit at him, hating his proximity to her, hating that I had forced her into this, that she had to suffer him, that she chose to suffer him in order to please me. Now that I see it all clearly, I stare at him, daring him to attack, and only once he is gone do I turn back to her. “It was wrong of me to do this, I meant to set boundaries, I meant to show you… Fuck it doesn’t matter. You are mine. And I am yours. If ever we wish to lay with another, we will choose who it shall be together for pleasure and amusement… But you are the only one I will love until the day I die.” |
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