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Posted on January 19, 2019 at 00:03:59 AM by Nissa
This was it, her time to shine. But was she ready for it? She had to be. She felt cocooned in that warm, wet womb. Trapped, suffocated. The longer she stayed, the more she knew she needed to get out. She pushed at her confines, using paw, nose, whatever she could to reach for freedom but somehow it evaded her. She couldn't see anything but she could hear muffled voices sometimes, male and female. The female's voice was soft and kind, making her think of a warm embrace and comforting touch. The male's voice was smooth and charming, like a tickle across her skin or a safety net. She felt protected by him and soothed by her. There was no love or affection in their loves to each other but she didn't understand that there usually was, anyway. Therefore, it was normal to her, expected. One day, something changed. She felt herself being moved and she grew eager and restless. Something was coming. The space grew tighter and she struggled against it. No, not more restraint! She kicked out, wishing she could cry out in anguish but the fluid filled her mouth and throat. Just when she thought it couldn't get any tighter, she suddenly felt a release and then she was out on the ground and suddenly the fluid was gone and she felt wet and cold. Air hit her skin and she shivered. A warm tongue bathed her and she found her voice, crying out for the first time. Her voice was strong and sure, despite the situation. She was unhappy and she wanted everyone to know about it. The tongue continued to wash away the fluid and she ended up leaning into it, remembering the comforting voice and wondering if that's who this was. She hoped so. Then she was moved and she fell still as the mouth closed on her, her wriggling only continuing once she was released. Where was she? She couldn't open her eyes yet to see but new smells assaulted her wet nostrils. There was something...enticing near. She followed it and found a strange device at her mouth. Clamping down on it seemed like the natural thing to do so she did and was rewarded with warm liquid. This was it! She suckled to her heart's content, her paws kneading at the tissue around her, pressing for more, needing it. Only when she felt stuffed and sated did she relax and curl up against the warmth. It felt safe here. Yawning, she let the darkness take her, knowing somehow that this was where she was supposed to be. Nissa female.0 years old.35in, 125#.born to Inara X Cuirass.not bound.not mated.mother to none.Captive of Asteraia image@seekgif.com |
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