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| Xaimee | Date: Saturday, 01.December.2012, 9:28 PM | Message # 101 |
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| Ílima took the opportunity while Arya was putting her own clothes back on to take the scarf she had noticed. Picking it up, the fabric was not nearly as nice as her friend’s scarf, but that was not much of an issue as she intended to change it anyway. She folded it up neatly, holding it in arms while waiting for her friend to arrive.
She smiled softly as the Cynanthrope appeared behind her. “It is a very cute set. I think you will look wonderful in them,” said the Elf girl genuinely. It was perhaps less modest than what she wore to bed, but it was not completely immodest and appeared to be very comfortable. She was sure the panties would complement her friend’s long legs especially, the higher leg making her best assets appear even better. Her cheeks grew a little warm at the thought, as well as an additional one that she did not want anyone else but herself to have those legs. The sudden possessiveness surprised her but she supposed it should not surprise her how much she cared for Arya. Just what she felt for the dog girl was still not clear to her, but she knew that she wanted to keep exploring their connection to one another to see how deep it went.
The girl made to walk down the stairs but paused when she remembered she had offered to pay. “Do you have some coins or something?” asked the Elf, taking the clothing so her friend could fish through her pack for something.
A few moments later, she held a number of coins in her hand. Smiling, she closed her eyes and closed her hand. Her senses penetrated the metal alloys, filtering through it until she had the base elements. Having found that, she began to reshape the lower value coins to look the same as the highest value coin Arya had given her. She was unsure if this currency would work in the Green Woeld – she assumed her friend had picked up this money from her homeland – but if not then she had a back-up plan. Her hand began to glow as the amount of Energy she was gathering and expending allowed it to become visible to ordinary people. As suddenly as the light came, it disappeared. Ílima panted slightly, her alchemy act having been a lot more tiring than she expected. She was thankful they had eaten before going out or else she was unsure if she would be well enough to make it down the stairs.
“I’m finished,” said the Elf girl, opening her hand to reveal the newly altered coins. They all looked the same, high value and pristine, except for one which had been changed into a simple gold disc. “If you can’t pay with the money then see if the shopkeeper will take the gold. That should more than cover our clothing.” She smiled softly, giving them to Arya, letting her fingers linger on the other’s palm for a moment before reluctantly withdrawing. “We should get going. I will wait outside while you pay. No sense in both of us being there… especially since I still cannot risk speaking.”
Ílima felt a little bad leaving everything in Arya’s hands but she just did not feel like it was safe to reveal her nature until she was sure that pursuit was gone. She was starting to like this town some, although she was still reserving judgement. The innkeeper and Jasper put her off a little, but they were minor factors considering. It was beautiful here, it felt safe and there were places they could purchase supplies. This was just the sort of place she had been looking for as a settlement. She still wanted to travel but it was a lot less daunting when you knew you had a place to come back to.
She had been so lost in thought while leaving the store she did not realise she was outside until she crashed into the back of the human man. Blushing softly, she opened her mouth to apologise before realising she could not speak. Her cheeks grew redder as the shame of having to be so ill mannered, especially as she knew that her friend actually quite liked this human and she did not wish to upset her. The Elf girl quickly bowed her head a little in wheat she hoped he would take as an apology before backing away a few more steps. He reeked of tobacco and it was making her head hurt a little.
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| Syngey | Date: Saturday, 01.December.2012, 10:34 PM | Message # 102 |
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| Arya brimmed with happiness to hear her friend complimenting her choice. She was just as pleased to know that Ílima thought she looked good in the top. Well, she had said that she would look good in the whole set, but she wasn’t as sure about that. Glancing at the panties, she felt her cheeks get warm just imagining herself wearing them in front of her friend. She knew she wanted to see what they were like, but somehow the thought of having Ílima see her wearing something like that made her feel strange. Not bad exactly, nervous, or something. It was a confusing feeling to say the least, but when she imagined the scene, she saw her friend touching her bare legs and then grazing the lace the surrounded the edge of the panties. Her cheeks were burning now, so it was a relief to have a change of subject when the Elf asked her to look for some coins.
Not really understanding why she was asking, and too flustered by her previous thoughts to think about it too much, she mindlessly dug around in her bag searching for what she wanted. When she produced the few coins she had, she was shocked to see what Ílima did with them. Widening her eyes, Arya watched the display wordlessly. What was she doing exactly? She could feel something happening as the other girl wrapped her hand around hers. There was a strange sensation produced by this that she couldn’t understand. As a light began to glow around their hands, she opened her mouth in awe. She knew now that the Elf was using her abilities to do something to the coins, just like she had cleaned her clothes before. Taking her eyes away from their hands for a moment, she looked at her friend’s face with a confused expression. It seemed like she was concentrating pretty hard on whatever she was doing, and before she realized it she was done and the process had finished. Looking back to her hand as Ílima pulled away, she was shocked to see the change that had taken place. Not only were the coins now worth much, much more, but there was even a cold coin there as well. This was amazing! She wanted to ask her a million questions, but her friend was able to stop her by asking her to take care of paying, making her remember exactly where they were.
Feeling embarrassed that she could have so easily forgotten that this wasn’t the time or place to barrage her friend with questions, Arya quickly nodded and told her that she would take care of everything. She didn’t mind taking care of things like this. She wasn’t shy or anything, so dealing with shopkeepers was no bid deal. Besides, she liked the idea that she was doing this for Ílima because she couldn’t do it herself right now. Not being able to talk would definitely have made it difficult, so she was happy to help. And, on top of that, it was the least she could do to thank her for buying her these things. She wouldn’t have been able to spend this kind of money on something that wasn’t a necessity, so she had a lot to thank her friend for. As the girl walked down the stairs and out the door, Arya was close behind until she had to leave her to go to the counter. Watching her walk out the door, she felt a pang of nervousness hit her, wondering if it was okay to leave her alone with Jasper, even if it was just for a moment. She would have to pay as quickly as she could. She didn’t like the idea of them being alone. What if he kissed her too? The thought made her surprisingly angry.
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Jasper was on his second cigarette when he felt something bump into him from behind. Turning his head to look over his shoulder, he was surprised to see Ílima standing there looking flustered. Tossing the cigarette without hesitation, he cursed himself for being caught off guard like that. He hadn’t looked cool at all standing there like a dope staring off into space. On top of that, he had been smoking. That wasn’t cute at all! Most girls really weren’t into smoking, well, some were, but he could tell that Ílima wasn’t likely to be into it. Turning around completely, he looked around to see, to his great surprise, that the girl was alone. Glancing through the shop windows, he saw the mini skirt talking to that woman, probably paying for whatever they had chosen. He couldn’t really see why they would split up like this, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. Noticing that the girl was bowing her head, he figured she must be trying to apologize for bumping into him. It was an adorable gesture, and he felt his body warm up at the sight of it.
Realizing he needed to make the most of this short opportunity, he weighed his options carefully. He knew he couldn’t do what he had done with Arya, this girl was different, but he couldn’t do nothing. Laughing a bit nervously, he put his hands together and bowed his head as he spoke. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. Standing there right in front of the door, spacing out, I should have been paying more attention.” Facing the girl straight on now, he smiled softly. “And on top of that you caught me smoking. You probably don’t want to be around smoke like that. I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?” Glancing behind the girl, he saw that Arya was still paying, he had some more time. Shifting his attention back, his amber eyes looked directly into the violet eyes of the girl standing in front of him. “We’re lucky it is such a lovely evening. The weather is perfect and the air is crisp and fresh.” Turning his body just enough so that he could look up at the sky above while still being able to see the girl’s face, he sighed. “Too bad about these trees though. They tend to block out the stars so you can’t make out any of the constellations properly.” Pausing, he looked at Ílima once again. “Have you ever been under a big clear sky and just gazed up at the stars? It is such a beautiful sight. I’d like to see a sky like that reflected in those pretty eyes of yours. They really are something. I think I’d pick them over the biggest sky.” Not wanting to go too far, he held himself back from actually touching the girl. Instead, he simply reached forward and caressed the soft fabric of the scarf that surrounded the girl’s face. He was curious to see what this close proximity would do to the girl. Would she react?
Hearing the sound of the door opening, he quickly took his hand away and used it to wave at the other girl as she appeared outside. She was carrying a bag, filled with whatever they had purchased, and she looked rather happy about something. Looking back inside, he was a bit relieved to see that she hadn’t said anything to the girl. He was a little worried that she might try to warn them to stay away from him, even though he really didn’t mean them any harm necessarily. He just wanted to have some fun. Why should he be made out as a villain just for that? Oh well, it seemed that he didn’t have anything to worry about because Arya didn’t look upset or anything. Smiling, Jasper ran his fingers through his hair. “Did you get everything you needed? Let’s head back and see if your room is ready now.” He was sure it would be, which was a little disappointing because he had a feeling this would mean the end of his time with the girls for now. That was okay though because he already had plans for seeing them tomorrow.
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The shopkeeper seemed pretty tired and a little on edge by the time Arya got to the counter. She set the items down and waited for the woman to add everything up. Once the total was calculated, she set down the appropriate number of coins and waited for her to respond. She felt a little nervous as she waited, unsure if the currency was correct and if the coins would be accepted. What if she noticed something strange about them? Luckily, she didn’t say anything and simply took the money without question. Relieved, she waited as the woman gave her back some change. “Looks like you girls are in for an interesting night.” The shopkeeper gave her a strange look as she said this, making Arya feel that she was actually being a little rude somehow. What did she mean by a comment like that? Was there something strange about the set she had bought? Was it giving her a strange idea? Feeling a little annoyed with her comment, she shrugged her shoulders and spoke in a sarcastic tone that she hadn’t used in a while. “I guess if you think going to sleep is interesting, sure.” Every since she had met Ílima she hadn’t felt annoyed like this, thereby concealing her more sarcastic side. There was no need to be sarcastic towards her friend, as she was so caring and accepting of who she was. Back home, before she had left, this was the only way she could respond to the insults and ridicule that she was so often subjected to. It was her way of sticking up for herself. The shopkeeper looked a little taken aback by her response, but she didn’t seem mad. In fact, she seemed a little embarrassed, but she didn’t say anything else about it. After putting the things into a brown paper bag, she said goodnight and that was it. Bag in hand, Arya walked out of the shop, where she met Ílima and Jasper. Eyeing them both for a moment, she wondered if anything had been going on, but she didn’t see anything strange, so instead she smiled, happy to be nearly alone with her friend once again. The thought really made her feel good. She wanted to go as soon as possible. Nodding in response to Jasper’s words, she was grateful that he had suggested that. Not caring what Jasper thought, she grabbed her friend’s hand to lead her back to the inn. She simply felt the need take hold of her friend, even in this small way. She couldn’t shake the thought that she really wasn’t fond of her being alone with Jasper.
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 02.December.2012, 12:18 PM | Message # 103 |
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| Ílima was a little taken aback by his actions. She still knew very well what he wanted from her, but it was difficult to hold onto the irritation and caution when his full attention was on her completely. When he bowed, she could not help but blush and nod dumbly when he asked her for forgiveness. It felt odd to do that, but in truth he had not done anything bad to them. The man clearly wanted their bodies and little else, but he had not tried to force himself on them and he had helped them find a place to stay. He was not a bad man, when she thought about it clearly, but he was not a particularly good one either.
The warmth in her cheeks grew when he captured her eyes, pinning them in place with a skill she had never seen before. The Elf girl wanted to look away, her instincts normally were except when it came to Arya ironically… She bit her lip, thankful the red scarf largely hide her face from just below her eyes and down – the sheer amount of colour in her cheeks would have embarrassed her to death.
She nodded in response to seeing the stars, even though she realised it was just a rhetorical question. His chat-up lines were actually quite nice, and despite her caution, his complement of her eyes made her heart flutter a little. It annoyed the Elf girl a little that he was able to fluster her despite her mistrust of him and the obvious way he thought about women. One of her hands moved to hold the scarf up to her face, suddenly feeling a little vulnerable, as the other moved to hug herself gently.
Her mind had been so distracted with her unease and conflicting feelings about Jasper that she did not realise he was reaching out until she felt his fingers through the soft material of the scarf. His fingers brushed over her pointed ears, sending a jolt of fear through her combined with a jolt of excitement. Her ears were rather sensitive and she actually liked having them touched. She could not admit that however, especially as she felt her knees starting to grow a little weak. Would it be so bad to cast off the scarf and let him touch her? Her heart was beating fast, heat coursing through her bodies and rendering her mind too slow to think about anything. All she could do was sit there, letting his fingers trace over the folds of the red fabric around her face.
Thankfully, Arya arrived and brought everything back to reality. She looked at her friend and smiled, particularly pleased to see the paper bag. The Elf girl was really looking forward to being able to sleep in comfort tonight. The clothing was another sign of a pleasant evening to come. She hoped that the dog girl would be happy with things had turned out too.
The Elf’s already struggling heart began to pound hard again as her friend suddenly took her hand, leading her back towards the inn nearby. She was surprised at the public display of affection, the girl suddenly feeling curious as to what Jasper must be thinking as she hurried to keep up with her friend. Had Arya grown impatient with being unable to enter their room? Ílima certainly appreciated the thought, also wishing to be able to spend some time alone without having to worry about hiding her identity. That brief moment alone in the toilets had been surprisingly joyful. Her mind travelled back to the hug they had shared – it would be nice to have one of those again.
When they arrived at the inn, she glanced back at Jasper before returning her gaze to the Cynanthrope who was half dragging her inside. She wanted to ask her to slow down a little but it was hard to do so without making a sound. Instead, she concentrated on keeping up and trying to keep their hands joined together. It was a little exciting to get to share a room with Arya. The thought of that struck her as a little strange. How had she ended up to the point that a small room in an inn excited her? Was it because of her friend’s infections enthusiasm, or was it because she had fallen so far that what they were about to have was a luxury to her? The Elf girl had no idea, but she knew that the dog girl walking ahead of her would make anywhere better.
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 02.December.2012, 2:49 PM | Message # 104 |
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| Arya knew that she was pulling her friend along, but she didn’t want to slow down. She wanted to get to their room. Squeezing Ílima’s hand, she hoped that she wouldn’t be upset with her behavior. She couldn’t miss the expression on her face when she had stepped outside. Even with the scarf hiding most her features, she could tell that there was something strange about the way she looked. It didn’t look as if she was scared or hurt, but something else. All Arya knew for sure was that she didn’t like it. Jasper looked and sounded normal, but that didn’t mean anything. What if he kissed Ílima? That thought was the one that bothered her the most. Even if it was just an innocent greeting, she still didn’t like the idea of his lips going anywhere near her. But if it did happen, how would Ílima react? Would she be okay with it? Would she like it? It was stupid to think that she would hate it. After all, Jasper was attractive and charming and even she had felt it wasn’t all bad when he had kissed her and spoken such nice words to her.
Shaking her head, she frowned at her thoughts. It wasn’t any of her business what her friend did on her own time. If Ílima wanted to kiss someone else, she had every right to. But why was she jumping to these conclusions anyway? They had probably just talked. And wasn’t she the one who had let him kiss her earlier? And wasn’t she the one who had blushed and felt her body react to his touch? Ah, this was just dumb. She didn’t want to think about this stuff anymore. She just wanted to get Ílima back to their room so that she could…well she didn’t know what she wanted to do exactly, but she felt she really wanted to hold her friend. Why was she feeling so possessive?
As they entered the inn, Arya felt a little bad for the way she was acting. She had no right to think such thoughts about her friend and Jasper. She even felt guilty assuming that he had made a move to charm Ílima. He had done nothing but nice things for them, so she shouldn’t think badly of his motivations. Still, she didn’t feel the need to rely on him to speak with the innkeeper this time. Something made her want to take control of the situation over him. A part of her wanted to show that she was better than him. “Excuse me, but is our room ready now?” Her voice was confident but polite. She wasn’t afraid to speak with the old man. She knew he was harmless, even if he was probably a pervert like the men back home. She could take care of herself. The innkeeper looked a little stunned to see her doing the talking now, and to see that she wasn’t shy like she seemed before. “Oh, um, yes ma’am, you’re all set. Here’s your key. The room is yours as long as you want it, but make sure you let me know when you’re wanting to leave.” Nodding, Arya took the key, understanding that the bill would be settled when they were ready to leave. She had no idea when that would be, so she was glad to hear that they didn’t need to set a date right now. “Where are we?” She needed to know where the room was, as the key didn’t have any kind of room number on it. The old man appeared almost embarrassed at her question, as he should have said that to begin with. He was obviously uncomfortable with how forceful the girl had suddenly become. “Oh, sorry, right. It’s just up the stairs to the left.” Glancing at Jasper before he finished, he continued with his usual gusto. “Right next to Jasper’s, actually, so he can show you chickies were to go.” Smiling, he revealed a set of yellowed, crooked teeth.
Turning to look at Jasper, she was surprised to hear that their room was right next to his. The thought made her nervous, but she couldn’t say why. Feeling a little flustered, her face flushed with color as she spoke to him. “Can you show us? I’m sorry to bother you again.” Arya was a little upset to have to rely on him again, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t mind. Squeezing her friend’s hand again, she hoped that she didn’t mind that she hadn’t let go. She knew that people could see them, but since they were both girls it shouldn’t be that strange. They were young enough to seem like they were just very close friends. Surely no one would suspect that all Arya could think about right now was getting Ílima alone so she could hold her close. She slipped the key into the pocket on the front of her skirt to make sure she didn’t lose it.
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Jasper was interested to see how quickly Arya grabbed her friend’s hand when she appeared outside. Was she jealous? It seemed painfully obvious to him that she was. But who was she jealous of exactly? The way that she dragged the other girl away towards the inn made it clear that she wasn’t fond of the time he had gotten alone with Ílima. The question was, did she not like it because of him or her? They girls did seem rather close to him, but that could be simply the result of a long friendship. He didn’t think that much more than that was going, at least not yet. Perhaps the two girls were becoming closer on their little adventure together. The thought made him wish that he could see what they did once they were alone in their room. He was once again glad that he had managed to get them the room next to his. What luck. If anything interesting happened in the night, he might be lucky enough to hear something. What noises these two might make. It was a shame he hadn’t managed to get Ílima to speak to him, but the reaction he did get was well worth it.
As he followed the girls to the inn, Jasper recalled the cute expression he could just barely see hiding under the girl’s scarf. He wished she hadn’t been wearing it, and holding it so close to her face, but he knew that when she did that she was obviously trying to hide her reaction. He could also tell by the look in her eyes that she was, even if just for a moment, captivated by him. It was an invigorating feeling. He could now say for certain that each girl could be attracted to him, as he had tested them each alone. Arya was easier to read, but he had been with enough women to be able to sense how Ílima was feeling when he complimented her and touched her scarf so delicately. His fingers had even grazed her skin softly. It felt like he had touched her ear, but he couldn’t be certain. Whatever it was, her skin was soft and warm, indicating that she was feeling something in her body when he touched her. Smiling to himself, he wondered if the girls would be thinking of him tonight. He had managed to leave them each flustered after being alone with them, so it seemed possible that he would linger in their thoughts. If they ended up having fun tonight, would he be in their mind as they had been in his earlier in the bathroom? That was a lovely thought.
Entering the inn, he opened his mouth to speak to Bernard, but found that Arya had taken the reigns. Well, that was interesting. Was she feeling the need to be in control? Who was she trying to prove herself to? He thought it was pretty hot honestly, so he didn’t mind, but he somehow got the sense that it was for the other girl’s benefit and not so much for him. No matter, he could enjoy the show either way. Keeping his mouth shut for now, Jasper watched the girl embarrass and fluster the old man. It was really quite amusing. He was intrigued to see this side of the girl. Frankly, it turned him on to see her in control. Was this the role she would take if something happened between the two girls? What about with him? He did enjoy being controlled in the bedroom every now and then, but she still seemed too inexperienced compared to him to be able to do that. No, he could tell that he would take much more pleasure from telling her what to do and not the other way around. Hearing the girl ask about the room’s location, he saw the innkeeper help him out once more. Meeting Arya’s gaze, he smiled kindly. “Of course I don’t mind. I’m on my way up there myself. Follow me.” Feeling feisty from his recent thoughts, he took Arya’s free hand and pulled both girls along behind him. He didn’t feel the girl resist, but he could tell that he had taken her by surprise.
Going up the stairs, Jasper slyly moved his finger so that he could lightly caress the girl’s palm playfully. He didn’t look back at her, but he felt a heat starting to build in her, as her hand warmed up to his touch. At the top of the wooden stairs that creaked with every step, he pulled them to the left. He was gentle of course. He pulled just enough to show them the direction he was going. If they hadn’t been going along with his movements he wouldn’t have been pulling hard enough to force them to move. He was simply leading them in the right direction. They passed a few doors on each side of the long hallway. The doors were painted dark green, but the paint was old and chipped in several places, revealing the brown wood underneath. Each door had a gold plaque on it with numbers etched into it. The gold was tarnished and some of the numbers were hard to read. Stopping in front of the door that read 204, Jasper let go of the girl’s hand and pointed to the room. “This is you.” Turning, he pointed to the door on it’s right. It read 206. “That’s me.” Smiling, he turned to face the girls straight on. Taking up the girl’s hands as they were linked together, he turned them so that he was holding Ílima’s hand beneath and bringing the top of Arya’s hand to his lips. Giving Arya’s hand a soft kiss, he gently caressed Ílima’s hand at the same time. “I’m glad that we’ll be neighbors. If you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to knock on my door, no matter how late.” Releasing their hands, he considered something before adding one more thing. “If I don’t answer, you can probably find me downstairs passing the time. Good night ladies.” Not wanting to wear out his welcome, he saluted the girls and quickly took his leave. He unlocked the door to his room and stepped inside, glancing back at their faces just once before disappearing. Now what would he do?
As Jasper took her hand, Arya was too surprised to react or pull away. She simply followed his lead, going where he went and pulling her friend along behind her. Glancing back at her, she smiled in an apologetic way, thinking that she wouldn’t be too fond of this turn of events. They were just holding hands though, it wasn’t like Jasper was doing anything wrong. Still, she felt nervous about how Ílima would react to this. Looking forward again, she watched Jasper’s back, feeling embarrassed when he turned around to see her face, causing her to blush. This sensation grew as she felt him playing with her palm. The touch tickled her, causing her body to tingle as she squeezed Ílima’s hand. Her body was warm now, something she hoped her friend wouldn’t notice. As her body reacted, she felt the urge to hold the Elf grow stronger. She wanted to pull her close right now, even as they walked down the hall towards their room. Arya imagined herself pulling away from Jasper and pushing the Elf into their room and wrapping her arms around her body, feeling every part of her, kissing her lips. The thought made her a bit dizzy. When they stopped suddenly, she was barely aware of where they were. Seeing the door, she noted the number as Jasper said it was theirs. She also glanced at the door that belonged to him. So they were right next to each other. She didn’t know how to feel about that.
Thinking she would say good night to the man now, Arya opened her mouth to speak but found that Jasper had taken the first step as he grabbed her hand, taking Ílima’s with it this time. As she was still holding the Elf’s hand, Jasper was able to take both of their hands at once. She didn’t release her hold on Ílima as the turned their hands so that hers was facing upwards. Jasper was barely touching her hand at this moment, so that he must be touching Ílima’s mostly. The thought burned within her, making her feel angry for some reason. As the man gently pressed his lips against the top of her hand, she was reminded of the way his lips had felt on her face before. She felt her heart thumping loudly in her chest, beating against her. Unable to speak, she simply nodded as Jasper said good night and disappeared into his room. She was barely able to think of what had just happened. Arya expected to be nothing but embarrassed at what Jasper had just done, and in front of Ílima this time too, but there was a more pressing feeling building inside of her.
With a shaky hand, she pulled the key out of her skirt pocket and managed to get it into the keyhole after a couple of tries. Why couldn’t she speak? Why was she so nervous? She continued to squeeze her friend’s hand, unwilling to let go. With the door open, Arya pulled her friend inside and pushed the door to close it behind them. The room was dark, the only light being a small candle placed on a desk. It must have been put their by the staff, but the lights were still off. Without thinking, feeling her body warm with a strange desire, she dropped the key on the floor and pulled Ílima close to her, so close that their chests were touching. Breathing heavy, she finally let go of the girl’s hand, but only so that she could use both hands to pull the red scarf down, revealing her face. Pushing the fabric over her ears and hair, the brushed against them, feeling their softness. Revealing the Elf’s lips, she continued to push the scarf down, touching her lips with her fingers before continuing to push the scarf off the girl’s shoulders. As she did this, her pushing took more than the scarf, as the straps of the Elf’s dress slid off her shoulders unintentionally. Arya, seeing what she had done, felt her heart beating faster than she ever knew it could. Staring at the strap of her bra, she remembered what it looked like under the dress from before. She wasn’t sure she could handle that sight right now, so she placed her hands on the girl’s upper arms, holding dress straps there so the whole dress wouldn’t fall. The scarf had fallen to the ground, but she didn’t care.
Staring at Ílima’s soft shoulders, she swallowed hard before leaning down to kiss her right shoulder gently. Wanting to touch more of her, she used her right fingers to reach up and slip the bra strap down, kissing the exposed skin, moving up her neck. She wasn’t thinking of anything right now other than her desire to touch Ílima. She didn’t understand why, but she was excited after what Jasper had done, feeling her friend so near, touching her as she felt her body respond. Now she felt a hunger for her that she couldn’t explain. Kissing her lips now, she closed her eyes and felt herself losing control. Letting go of the girl’s dress straps, she pulled down on its soft fabric as she moved backwards slightly, barely realizing what she was doing, making the dress fall to the ground at the girl’s feet. Seeing Ílima’s figure revealed, her heart thumped so loud that she was convinced the other girl could hear it. Her body was exactly how she remembered it, but this time she felt the urge to feel it against her own. Without thinking, she took her tank top off and tossed it aside, kicked her boots off, and then wrapped her arms around Ílima’s body, pulling her close and kissing her lips with a new passion that she had never felt before.
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 02.December.2012, 4:01 PM | Message # 105 |
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| Ílima did not quite understand why her friend was in such a hurry. On one hand, she had been desperate to get some alone time and to have some real rest and relaxation. On the other, her friend’s enthusiasm was surprising and a little intimidating. The warm squeeze on her delicate hand cheered her somewhat, the Elf managing to give Arya a small smile when she looked her way.
Her mind was still a little distracted from her encounter with Jasper on her own. His words had been so charming, his touch just right and delightful. It reminded her of how her friend had touched her, but it was different and perhaps more confident. She hated to admit it, but the human man’s attention was pleasant. It made her heart flutter in a nice way, filling her mind with images that both excited and shamed her at the same time. She wished she understood why he had been able to do such things to her. The dog girl did similar things also, which confused her even more. They were friends, yet somehow the sorts of thoughts she had about her could not be something friends did together. They were both girls, though, how could this be working the way it was? The biology was simple, yet her eyes never strayed from the Cynanthrope whenever she was present. Even now, her eyes were drifting between her face whenever she looked and the way her backside looked in her mini-skirt while she half-jogged back to the inn only a minute or so away by walking.
The Elf girl felt proud of her friend as she took control of the situation and did not let Jasper make all their dealings like before. She could feel her heart beating fast, her body growing warm as she watched her friend. Once again, the girl was very grateful for the scarf as it did a good job of hiding a lot of her mood, although her eyes were so expressive that it was difficult not to tell how or what she was thinking. Her fingers remained linked with the Cynanthropes’ – she wanted in no way to part with her at the moment. She was still confused about her friend’s sudden need to rush them both forwards, but she was not going to complain about something as trivial as being a little breathless from trying to go faster than she was comfortable with and maintaining her balance.
Unfortunately, it turned out that Jasper had another little way in before they would be able to have some solitude at last. She felt a rising heat inside her when the man took her friend’s free hand. Following behind them, her eyes kept moving between the other two people and their linked hand. She did not like that, it felt like the man was trying to muscle in and steal Arya away. She did not understand why she suddenly felt so possessive, but the Elf could only assume it was probably to do with the Cynanthrope being her first friend – she was terrified of losing her, even if it was just to a short liaison with a boy. It was perhaps only the dog girl’s apologetic smile that kept her sane, letting her know that she was not thrilled with what was going on but felt equally powerless to prevent it. She understood that feeling, giving her hand a squeeze to let her know she understood.
She felt herself kind of excited once they reached their room, wanting desperately to just hurry up and get inside. Jasper’s words reached her but she did not make much effort to pay attention, her mind lost in pleasant images of soft warm beds, hot showers and Arya in her new nightwear. That last image started her heart racing again, heat building up inside her and causing her chest to tighten. Unfortunately, her already flustered self became even more so when the man took their linked hands, cradling the bark of hers gently while lightly kissing the dog girl’s. She felt both angry and pleased at the same time. The contact was warm and tender, but on the other hand, she did not like how he kissed her friend’s hand like that.
Once he had gone, she felt her heart starting to slow a little. Since their little meeting outside the store, her dislike of him had turned into an awkward infatuation. It scared her being around him, yet she liked how he made her feel with his touches. Shaking her head, she closed her eyes for a moment to concentrate on banishing her thoughts of him completely.
When she opened her violet eyes, Ílima was surprised to see the girl struggling with the key. She opened her mouth to offer help but stopped herself when she heard the lock click. Smiling softly at finally gaining access to their room, the Elf girl eagerly followed Arya into the room.
She had barely stepped into the room when her friend stopped dead in her tracks. The Elf was about to ask what was wrong when there was a sudden clink and the sound of paper hitting the ground. Feeling herself being drawn closed to Arya, she instinctively backed off and found herself against the door, pushing it shut behind her – the lock snapping back into place. Her heart began to beat hard as the other girl pressed in close against her, their breasts pushing tight against each other. She bit her lip, her heart pounding so loud she could barely hear herself breathe as her friend slowly released her hands and began to run her hands up the scarf, sliding her fingers underneath the top of the fabric and tracing over her soft cheeks. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in small moans of approval as the dog girl traced her soft fingers through her hair and over her ears. The red fabric came away with her hands as she moved them along, working them along the line of her jaw until she was tracing both hands over her lips. She instinctively kissed the fingertips she could, trying to catch one in her mouth but failing to do so. The Elf did not know why she had tried to do that, but the thought of gently taking one of her friend’s fingers into her mouth excited her in a way she could not comprehend.
The scarf had now parted more, the red folds balancing precariously on her shoulders. As her friend’s hands travelled down the sides of her neck, brushing over soft sensitive skin that drew whimpers from her, she felt her body grow stiff as became aware of the feeling of soft fabric sliding down her shoulders to her upper arms. Her dress was falling down and she wanted to stop it, but Arya had her utterly paralysed with her touches and her body pressing her so firmly up against the back of the door. All she could do was let the other girl have her way, letting the shoulder straps fall off to rest on her upper-arms, largely not falling completely because her own arms were bent so she could rest her hands on her friend’s shoulders.
The Elf gasped softly in surprise when Arya kissed her shoulder. She instinctively tilted her head left to let her friend move closer to her soft pale skin. Her body tensed again as the bra strap slowly slid away and rested idly with her dress strap on her upper arms. More kisses worked their way up the curve of her shoulder, lingering briefly on the spot where her bra strap had once been before moving up to her neck. She moaned softly when her friend began to kiss her neck, her body growing warm and a lot of heat beginning to pool between her legs. After what had happened before with her thigh, Ílima knew what it meant but this time she could not bring herself to care. Everything that was happening to her felt amazing, electric shocks racing up and down her body in such a pleasing way it was difficult not to start begging the Cynanthrope for more.
She responded to Arya’s kiss with equal force, finally pushing back so it did not feel like she was only being given affection and not returning with some of her own. Her bra was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, the tips of her breasts starting to grow firm as their bodies mashed together. The moisture building in her panties made them feel unpleasant but the warmth and pleasure she felt easily compensated for these minor annoyances.
Her heart stopped as the other girl suddenly took a step back, her arms falling from her shoulders to lay idly by her sides. Her mind was too addled with the confusing hunger and warmth in her body to realise what was going on until it was too late. The straps of her dress slipped from where they had been held up around her elbows, being caught on her hips before some gentle tugging from Arya left the white fabric pooled around her bare feet. Her face turned bright red, her hands moving instinctively to shield her private parts and breasts. It felt a little foolish when she remembered she was in her underwear. Her right bra strap was hanging off, pulling the cup slightly aside to reveal more of the pale flesh of her right breast although her nipple remained hidden for now.
Ílima could only watch dumbly as the other girl kicked off her boots and stripped off her tanktop. She only had a moment to take in that they were standing in a very narrow passage before the girl had her in her surprisingly strong arms again. Her arms moved up defensively at first, frightened at being so close when she was wearing so little, but then the passionate kiss came and she found herself relaxing.
Very slowly, the fear and nervousness melted away in the heat of their kiss. Her arms slowly slid out from between them, letting their breasts push together with only the material of their underwear separating their bodies. Her own hands slipped around the other girl’s waist, tracing the fingers of both hands over the small of her back before moving down to the back of her short skirt. The little part of Ílima that was still aware could not believe what she was doing as she unclipped her friend’s short skirt and let it fall to the ground around her ankles. She could hardly believe this was happening, but the hunger and warmth overwhelmed every part of her.
Her arms wrapped tightly around Arya, holding her tightly to her slender form until they were pressed together head to toe with only their undergarments separating their skins. She could feel the other girl’s stomach against hers, their feet and legs half tangled together. Her skin felt so soft and warm, even her modest breasts pushing up and out a little so the tops of their busts touched.
Their kiss had still not ended after what felt like eternity of their bodies being pressed together. Slowly, she opened her mouth a little and slipped her tongue out. She licked along her friend’s bottom lip before taking advantage of the other’s mouth opening for a split second to plunge her tongue in to play with the other’s. Her hands moved to hold the girl tighter as she leaned in to deepen the kiss, one of her hands resting on her upper back between the straps of her bra and the other resting on the small of her back, her fingertips brushing over the waistband of her boyshort panties.
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 02.December.2012, 5:11 PM | Message # 106 |
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| Arya felt herself struggling to understand what she was doing, but her emotions were so strong that she couldn’t stop herself. Her temperature had risen so much that sweat was building up on her skin, but she knew the room wasn’t getting warmer, it was her. Her breathing was heavier too, to the point where she was practically panting. A desirous hunger consumed her. Why was she reacting this way? With Ílima’s body pressed against hers, this sensation grew. When their lips met, she felt an explosion within her. She felt that any moment something would burst out of her, although she didn’t know what. Too focused on her own desire, she couldn’t even say what her friend was feeling. Was she enjoying this? She hadn’t pulled away, but was she encouraging it? When the Elf kissed her fingers, her body shuddered with pleasure, causing a familiar wetness to form in her panties. This was the same reaction she had the first morning, when she had woken up with the girl touching her. She knew now why this had happened and why it was happening now.
Pressing her lips against Ílima’s, it felt as if she was returning her affection. Her lips became moister the longer they kissed, making her body tingle with excitement. When she pulled back to see the dress falling, Arya was struck by the image standing before her. The way her bra strap hung off her shoulder, just begging to pulled off all the way, made her face flush a deep red that remained there as she felt their bodies meet. She didn’t care that the girl had tried to cover herself. She couldn’t think to care if she didn’t want her doing this. There was a nagging in her mind that told her to stop this, that it wasn’t right to attack her friend like this, but as of now she wasn’t able to do that. She wanted to keep going. She wanted to touch every part of her body. As the Elf surrender to her touch this only encouraged her to go further. Would she be able to stop herself before things went too far? She didn’t care.
Feeling the girl’s hand move around her, goose bumps formed on her arms and back, causing her to shiver from a strange coldness mixed with the intense heat surrounding her. When her fingers ran along the small of her back, her knees grew weak, feeling that she wouldn’t be able to stand if she continued touching her in that way. When she realized that Ílima’s goal really was, she didn’t resist. She let the skirt fall without caring at all. When it hit the floor, she kicked it away with her foot, not wanting it to trip her if she made any sudden movement.
With the other girl’s arms wrapped around her now, there was so little standing between them, as only the thin material of their bras separated their breasts. Even with this in the way, Arya could feel the hardness of the other girl’s breasts, matching her own. As she felt this, the wetness in her panties grew, filling her with warmth and another shudder of pleasure. Standing was growing more difficult, but she managed to hold herself up, partially thanks to the fact that their legs and become entangled, enabling her to keep hold of something that seemed steady, whether it was or not.
Her body shivered more intensely when she felt the other girl’s tongue brush over her lips and into her partially opened the mouth. She thought that she could have kissed the girl as they were forever, but once she felt the pleasure of having their tongues meet she knew that she wanted more. Losing herself completely, her heart raced with an animalistic passion, reminding her of the way she felt when she hunted. She felt an intense desire to consume Ílima. Moving against the girl’s tongue, she felt hot, sticky liquid dripping out of the side of her mouth from their play. She didn’t mind, this only added to the pleasure she felt as their bodies met each other. She had no intention of stopping now.
Sliding her right hand upwards, she felt the Elf’s soft skin as she pressed her hand against her side, moving towards her breasts. This put a little distance between them, but just enough to let her hand find the cup of the girl’s bra. The strap was still pulled down, so it was easy for Arya to slip her hand up under the bra, pushing it over the girl’s breasts, exposing them to her touch. Her hand gently cupped the girl’s breast, playing with the hard tip as she continued to move her tongue around inside of her mouth. She was no longer thinking at all. Her mind was blank as her body took over. Her other hand was busy holding the back of Ílima’s neck, keeping her close.
As she played with the Elf’s breast, she began to slide her left leg up, gliding along the inside of the girl’s left thigh. She was still wearing her stockings, but her knee became exposed as the stocking slid down her leg from pressing against Ílima’s leg. Pushing her body forward, her leg continued to slide up slowly, enjoying feeling the other girl’s soft legs that she had wished to touch directly earlier that night. Now there wasn’t a dress in her way. Reaching her goal, Arya’s knee pressed gently against the girl’s panties. When she made contact, she felt a wetness that sent a shock through her entire body. Pinching the girl’s nipple gently, she could hardly control herself as she felt something rushing through her. Confused by this overwhelming feeling that was coming over her, she pulled away from the kiss, scratching her sharp teeth over the other girl’s bottom lip in her haste. The moment she felt her teeth making contact with the Elf’s skin, a gush of pleasure shot through her body.
Embarrassed by this, her mind returned to her, filling her with shame. She felt like she had definitely taken advantage of her friend, and now she may have hurt her in the process. “I-I’m sorry!” Without another word, she turned around and ran to where she had spotted a door that must have led to the bathroom. Finding that it did, she shut the door behind her, feeling hot tears falling down her face. What had she done? Shaking, she pulled down her panties to see what she was afraid of. She wasn’t the most experienced girl, but she knew that she had experienced an orgasm when she had bitten the girl’s lip. Pulling her panties back up, not wanting to see the wetness anymore, she slid down to the ground in tears. Why had that happened? Was she some kind of freak? It must have something to do with her dog nature, but that didn’t make it okay. She was completely embarrassed. How could he face Ílima after that?
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 02.December.2012, 5:46 PM | Message # 107 |
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| She could taste Arya now, revelling in how hot the inside of her mouth was and how delightful her tongue felt. Saliva trickled out of the corners of her mouth but she did not care at all about the unseemly look. For once in her life, all anxiety was gone and there was just the moment. She needed her friend. She wanted to be touched and to be held. Her tongue scraped along the bottom of the other’s fang, catching her a little off-guard but thankfully not cutting anything. Continuing to wrestle with her, their match soon moved into her own mouth, allowing the Cynanthrope to taste her too. She enjoyed it, letting the other explore mouth and its flawless teeth.
Her back arched slightly as the other’s hand slid up her right side, goosebumps following the trail of her fingers until she touched the underside of her bra. Tensing slightly, unsure what to do but unwilling to stop the girl, she felt her bra slowly slide upwards. At first her right breast resisted, its weight holding the wired cup back until suddenly it pulled free, leaving her exposed. Her light pink nipple was solid, her pale skin tight with goosebumps. Her other breasts was partially exposed from beneath, a hint of the bottom of her nipple visible. The girl wondered if she should just remove her bra completely since it felt uncomfortable sitting like that, but she found herself too befuddled to do anything about it.
Ílima moaned softly as Arya’s gentle warm hand cupped her breast, holding the perky flesh far better than any bra could. Her back arched, pushing more of the pale flesh into her hand and pushing their lower bodies tighter against one another. Her own hands started sliding up the other’s back, pushing the bra straps away slowly with shaky hands. She wanted to know what the other girl’s breasts felt like. Would she enjoy being touched there just as much as she was enjoying it right now?
Her whimper was largely muffled by the Cynanthrope’s tongue as the other’s long leg began to slide up between her own. She was pressed up against the door again, her slender form at the mercy of the other girl but she liked it. It felt good to have Arya doing this to her, and she was doing her best to give back as much as she was given. Her own hands fiddled with the back of the girl’s bra, trying to unclip it but finding her usual dexterity completely unfocussed. She lurched slightly as she felt the other’s knee press against her intimate parts, drawing a shuddery moan that sent shivers right through her.
Something seemed to change, the warmth replaced by the cold of night as Arya pulled away. She felt fangs scrape over her lips, sending a sudden wave of pleasure that left her almost in a daze. She barely registered the other girl’s words as she fled to the bathroom. Her body stood there, swaying with her soaking wet panties and her bra half off her chest. Violet eyes stared vacantly and her hands rested idly by her sides.
Suddenly a shiver ran through her and she whimpered. She needed that heat, she needed that all-consuming hunger fulfilled. Ílima could not handle not being filled. She wanted to be consumed and to consume in return. She wanted Arya so bad that her fingernails were digging grooves into her palms.
Sagging to her knees, the Elf girl crawled mindlessly after her friend, tailing clothes after her before they shook loose of their own accord. Finding the bathroom door in the dim of the single candle, she opened the door and crawled back in. “Ar-Arya,” said Ílima in a shaky voice, not yet noticing her tears. “Don’t leave me,” she whimpered, looking up at her pathetically as she crawled closer. Her exposed breast hung down, inviting itself to be touched while her left breast looked like it would slide out from its confines at any moment. Her long green hair was messy, draped over most of her body and down the sides of her face. The one pink of her lips was now a dull red but there was no hint of actual damage to them. Her eyes shimmered, moisture building up in them at the thought of not feeling more of the dog girl’s touch.
“Arya,” she begged. “I liked it…” Her cheeks were too flushed to tell if her words embarrassed her or if she was just sweating freely from what had just happened. “I liked it all. It all felt good. Your lips, your body, your legs, your skin, your tongue, your fangs, all of it.” Reaching out a hand, she grabbed the Cynanthrope by the wrist and started pulling her back towards her. “Please. Don’t stop. I can’t stop. I need you. I can’t take it. Make it finish. I need you Arya. I need you…,” she said, her voice trailing off as she leaned up to kiss the dog girl on the lips. She leaned heavily on the hand that she had grabbed, her other limbs serving to keep her up in an almost doglike fashion as she licked her friend’s lips, hoping that would make her kiss and touch her again.
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 02.December.2012, 6:52 PM | Message # 108 |
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| Salty tears mixed with the taste of Ílima left over from their kiss. It wasn’t unpleasant, more like bittersweet. Could she even face her after that? Although it could have been an accident, she felt like she had bitten her friend on purpose because of the way she reacted to it. It was like her body forced her to do it; some hidden instinct that she couldn’t resist. What if she hadn’t pulled away? Closing her eyes, she put her head in her hands, leaving her legs sprawled out before her as she leaned back against the bath. It felt cool against her warm skin. As the temperature lowered, she felt herself shiver, but this time it was from the cold sweat that was covering her body. She realized how worked up she had been now. Surely she was about to lose control completely. Where else would she have tried to bite her friend? Clenching her eyes shut even tighter, she couldn’t stand that thought.
But things had seemed like they were going fine. Thinking back, Arya could tell that Ílima was enjoying herself. The way she moaned was intoxicating. Just the memory of the sounds she was making caused her to feel a rush of heat that was quickly combated by the cool air in the bathroom. Shaking her head, she stopped herself from remembering those things. She shouldn’t have let it go that far. She was an animal after all. Who knows what terrible things she might do if she lost her sense of humanity. There was even the possibility that she might transform. It had happened before. The situation had been a little different, but it was still related. When she had felt herself orgasm as her fangs bit into the Elf’s lip she had seen a flash of Cynan self attacking, clawing at innocent flesh. No, she didn’t want to hurt anyone! It had been an accident. Surely that wouldn’t happen now, not while they were doing something so pleasurable. She just didn’t understand what was happening.
Catching the sound of the door opening, Arya couldn’t bring herself to look. She knew it was Ílima. She could smell her before she had even opened the door, moving towards her slowly. She had hoped that the Elf wouldn’t come in, but that didn’t seem to be the case. But she couldn’t bring herself to look. She was embarrassed enough as it was, but she didn’t want her friend to see her crying as well. The sound of Ílima’s voice made her heart ache. It sounded so sad. Was that her fault? Unable to avoid looking at her any longer, she lifted her head to meet her friend’s gaze. It was impossible not to notice that she was still in the same disheveled state she had left her in. Her breast looked inviting, just barely illuminated by the candle on the bathroom counter that filled the room with a soft amber glow. Although her vision was blurry from tears, her eyes were still able to see everything. She saw the perky nipple that she had just been touching moments ago, and the red lip that looked a little irritated. Her only relief was that it wasn’t bleeding.
Letting her hands fall to her sides, they touched the cold tile floor that was beneath her. She couldn’t speak. What could she even say? Even if Ílima said she didn’t want to her to leave, how could she be okay with what she had done? She had forced her into that position. Hanging her head low, she found it too difficult to look at the Elf. Her messy brown hair hung over her face, resting delicately on her breasts. The sound of the girl’s voice sent another pang through her heart. How could she have liked it? She couldn’t believe that. Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion when she mentioned even liking her fangs, she wondered if that was possible. Was she just trying to make her feel better now?
As the Elf grabbed her wrist, Arya felt a warm sensation, causing her to lift her head once again. Searching the violet eyes that looked so pleadingly at her, she couldn’t help but feel her body yearning to touch hers again. Either from exhaustion or something else, she let herself be pulled forward by the other girl, her golden red eyes widening in surprise at her pleas to help her finish, claiming that she needed her. Her face flushed with color as she thought of what she must mean by that. Did she want her to keep going? To touch her more so that she would feel good? So that meant she really did like it? All of it? She wasn’t mad or disgusted or scared? Once again it seemed that her friend was surprising her with her acceptance.
Her lips trembled as Ílima’s tongue brushed against them. As she had been sitting in the bathroom alone, the wetness in her panties had begun to dry, but now she felt a new warmth begin to form there. Was she so easily turned on by her friend’s touch? With her eyes still opened, she felt tears still flowing down her cheeks, but her heart didn’t feel sad anymore. They were tears of relief and joy. But was this really okay? Pulling her face away just barely, she found her eyes taking in the image before her. The elf had apparently crawled towards her, begging for her to continue what she had started. Her breast was still exposed, but the bra was still on. Feeling something snap within her, she reached her arm around to grab the back of the girl’s neck once again, this time pulling her body onto herself forcibly.
Pressing her lips against Ílima’s, she didn’t hesitate this time to slide her tongue back into her mouth. She wanted to taste her again. She hungered for this. Playing with her tongue, she relished the taste. It was wonderful. How could she have left her alone in the other room like that? She felt a pang of guilt as she imagined how Ílima must have felt when she ran away. She had been an idiot, but she intended to make it up to her now. Moving her hand away from her neck and down her back, she stopped when she felt the clasp of the girl’s bra. Without trouble, Arya unhooked it and took the left strap in her hand as she pulled it down her arm. Reluctantly, she slowly slipped her tongue out of the Elf’s mouth, breathing heavily. “Sit down…” Her voice was strained from all that she had just been through, but her words were clear.
As the girl followed her direction, Arya felt her weight on her thighs, as she had managed to pull her up that far. Once seated, she could take her bra off completely without worrying about her losing her balance. The last thing she wanted her to do was fall. Grabbing her left hand, she held her arm towards her as she slid the bra strap off completely, then repeating the action with her other arm. Tossing the bra to the side, she never took her eyes off the beautiful pair that she had exposed completely now. Their shape was perfect, and they looked so supple and inviting. Feeling her body beginning to sweat again, she looked at Ílima’s face, her eyes still glistening from the tears she had shed. “How can I resist you? I can’t control myself at all.” As if to prove that she was telling the truth, she moved forward without another word and put her lips on the Elf’s right nipple, wrapping her arms around her bare back.
Using her tongue, she licked the hard tip, up and down, and then in small circles, sucking on the tender skin. Tasting her skin sent a shiver down her spine, enjoying the sensation. Her right hand remained on her back, holding her body in place, while her left hand slid down her back, slipping her fingers under the white panties, sliding them along the top edge, moving around to the front. Pulling her fingers out from underneath the panties just as she reached the front, she moved her hand downward over the fabric rather than under it, stopping only when she felt the wetness that her knee had touched before. This time she didn’t pull away. Instead she massaged the area as best she could in this position while she continued to play with the girl’s breast with her mouth.
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 02.December.2012, 7:21 PM | Message # 109 |
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| Ílima could taste salt as she licked across Arya’s slightly bruised lips. Their hard kisses had taken its toll on their mouths, but the slight discomfort was meaningless compared to how good it felt when their lips met. She could smell the scents, recognising the fluids that both of them had leaked. There was a different scent alongside her friend, something she did not recognise but could guess as to what it was. Had her friend really enjoyed it that much? She felt herself growing warm, her arousal escalating at the thought that the dog girl had been so pleased with how she had touched her – it made her feel like she had not just been selfishly taking everything and giving nothing.
She grunted in surprise as a strong hand pulled her forwards by her neck. Their lips met in a hard kiss as she found herself half-lying on top of the Cynanthrope. Her bare breast rubbed against the cotton and lace of the other’s bra, stimulating the nipple back into full erection in a matter of moments. Their tongues met once more, sharing their tastes and entwining around each other in an unending dance. Her hands slid up the other’s sides, pushing the other girl’s bra up until it was pushed over the other’s breasts to her upper chest. She moved her hands, gently resting them on top of the dog girl’s exposed breasts. They were smaller than her own were but pleasantly warm and soft to the touch. Hard nipples dug into her palms, drawing a small moan from her.
Feeling Arya beginning to unhook her bra, she decided to do the same service. Her shaky hands fiddled with the clasp before undoing it, pushing the straps away from her arms as much as she could. Her tongue was left hanging out in the middle of nowhere as it tried to follow the other’s out only to find her mouth had moved completely. She spoke to her, her normally gruff voice sounding breathless and slightly hoarse. Without even thinking, she complied instantly, plopping her backside down on the other’s lap with her knees resting on the ground either side of her long slender legs. Her hands rested on the other’s shoulders, waiting to for the opportunity to remove her black bra.
As it turned out, her bra was the first to be removed leaving her breasts completely exposed. They were at least a size larger than Arya’s, pale with a perfect shape to them that just invited them to be held. She took advantage of the daze the dog girl slipped into while staring at her naked chest to divest her of her own bra. Her breasts was pleasing looking, the tannish pink nipples darker than her own but not too dark. Her fingers gently brushed over the supple flesh before pausing when the other girl spoke. Feeling herself growing warm at the other’s words, she wanted to say something in return but after her pleading, it felt like all language had fled from her. She had been surprised she had not accidentally started speaking in Elvish.
She moaned softly as the other took her breast into her mouth. Arching her back, she pushed more of the supple flesh against her as she felt more warmth pooling between her legs. She muttered a few phrases in her native tongue between moans and gasps of pleasure, the words sounded more like music than speech but all she was doing was praising Arya and largely exclaiming how good she felt.
With the girl suckling on her breast, it was difficult for her to do anything in return. One of her hands had tangled itself in the Cyanthrope’s soft brown hair, enjoying the feeling of the sweet smelling strands between her fingers. The other hand had managed to slide between them. Her finger tips first brushed down the girl’s arm that was exploring her panties, reaching down to the wrist before changing course to the black boyshorts she wore. Pushing her fingers under the front, her hand stopped in surprise as she found soft warm fur, albeit slightly moist from sweat. It felt luxurious and her mind jumped back to the glimpse of red she had seen. So, not all of her fur vanished when she transformed back to human? It was fascinating, and the Elf girl wanted to see and feel more.
Her hand plunged in deeper, ignoring the stickiness down there as she slowly slid all the way down between her legs to find her lower lips. The fur here was badly matted, but the soft wet skin she could feel in places was so warm that she could not bear to remove her hand from her underwear. Truthfully, she wanted to strip her friend naked but it was difficult from the position she was in.
Ílima stiffened and moaned as Arya’s exploring finger rubbed her just the right way, sending a shiver through her and causing her lower body to grow tight. Panting softly, she whispered in Elvish for the dog girl to keep going, and to let herself go just like before – she had liked that wild side of the girl more than anything.
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 02.December.2012, 8:14 PM | Message # 110 |
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| Arya was pleased to hear her friend moaning in response to her touch, as this made her certain that she was making the right decision to move forward. This was what the girl wanted, she could see that now. She hadn’t wanted her to stop. The thought that she could be giving the Elf such pleasure only served to turn her on even more. Even though she had already climaxed once, she felt her body moving towards that conclusion once again. But she didn’t want that to happen if Ílima didn’t experience the same result. That was her goal now. She wasn’t thinking about herself at all, so when she felt the girl pushing her bra up over her breasts, her body shivered with surprise and pleasure. She didn’t have to do that, but she wasn’t going to stop her because it felt wonderful. Shuddering, she received Ílima’s touch happily, hardening immediately.
With both of their bras removed, Arya felt her excitement growing, wanting to do even more. As she tasted the girl’s breast, she heard the Elf moan and murmur, but she realized that she couldn’t understand her words. It reminded her of the way the girl had spoken when they first met, a melodious sound that made her heart swell. It must be her native language. Did she really feel that good? The thought made her feel even more determined that she would do anything to make her make more of those sounds. Moving her fingers in a circle against the fabric of the Elf’s panties, she hoped that she enjoyed this as well.
She was trying her best to focus on what she was doing, but it became more difficult when she noticed where Ílima’s hand was headed as it touched her own panties. When she reached under the fabric and brushed against the red fur below, she jumped with surprise, but not with displeasure. She was just surprised that she didn’t mind touching her there so soon. Shuddering, she found that she had to pull her lips away from the girl’s breast to catch her breath. Arya was finding it difficult to focus, especially when the other girl’s slid further down, brushing against the sensitive skin, mixing with the sticky wetness that was already there. Throbbing, she knew that she was losing control again, but this time she didn’t care.
Letting out a soft moan, she looked at Ílima with an expression of intense of pleasure, her face red from the heat that continued to grow. “I…can’t stop now.” She said this through heavy breaths, as a way of apologizing for anything she might do to the girl. She wasn’t sure what her body would do, but she trusted her friend would she told her that she liked it all, so she let herself go. Feeling a rush of desire flood over her, she wished that they were on the soft bed right now, but she knew that she didn’t have the strength to get there with how weak her legs felt already. Ignoring the location, she moved her hand away from the white panties so that she could lift the girl up just enough to move her legs out from underneath her, setting her down on the cold tile floor. It was a shame to feel the girl’s hand slipping out from underneath her own panties, but she had to do that to readjust her. Once she managed this, Arya gently laid the girl down on her back, hoping she didn’t mind the hard surface for just a little while.
Pulling on the Elf’s panties, she slid them down her legs, taking them off completely and tossing them aside like she had done with the bra. Seeing that the girl was completely hairless where she was not, her eyes widened, feeling excited by this discovery. Murmuring quietly, she couldn’t hide her feelings. “Wow…” Her body was incredible. Seeing the Elf with her back on the floor, completely naked was almost too much for her to handle. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, and her lower half throbbed with desire for her touch once more. But right now she wanted to focus on her friend. Spreading the girl’s soft legs apart with her hands, she crawled forward towards her newly exposed region.
Curiously, she ran her fingers gently across the soft, hairless skin. It was amazing just how soft it was. Just touching it excited her more than she thought was possible. Biting her lower lip, she wondered if it was okay to do what she was imagining. Unable to stop herself at this point, she moved down to kiss the skin gently, offering her kisses as she moved further downwards, taking in the sweat smell that served as proof of her physical reaction to all that Arya was doing. Bringing her lips to meet the girl’s lower lips, she couldn’t resist licking her softly. The taste was intoxicating, making her want more. There was a sticky wetness similar to what she had seen and felt in her own panties, but not as much as what had caused her to run away before. Could she make her climax?
Arya continued to use her tongue to explore the Elf’s warm, sticky, wetness. Moving in circles like she had with her fingers moments ago, she hoped this felt good. She wasn’t really sure of what she was doing, but it was what she wanted to do and she couldn’t stop. She tasted so good. Sucking softly, she took in her completely, moving her tongue up and down, just barely slipping the tip of it inside of the girl as she did so. To give herself something to hold on to for support, she placed her right hand on the cold floor, moving the other one to gently rub the girl’s upper thigh.
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 02.December.2012, 8:43 PM | Message # 111 |
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| Ílima was completely lost now, barely registering Arya’s words or her reactions. Her body was flushed with the heat of the moment, her skin slick with sweat, and other fluids, from head to toe. Arya’s fingers felt so good through the silky fabric of her panties, but in truth she wanted to feel her soft fingertips against her skin. Her own fingers were continuing to explore the other girl, threatening to accidentally penetrate her before she found herself being moved away.
She looked at the other girl blearily as she spoke, nodding although what she said in reply was the Elvish for ‘yes’. The Elf girl felt a shiver run through her as she was set down on the cold tiles, her sweat soaked panties transferring the cold straight through the material to her perky backside. She hugged herself under her breasts, feeling the bare flesh resting against her arms. Saliva gently dribbled down from her right bosom but she did not care, all she cared about was how she felt now and how she was making her friend feel. She resisted when she was about to be laid down, confused at what was going on and disliking not being touched in her private places any more. When her panties started getting tugged at, she instinctively raised her backside off the ground so they slid off easily, leaving her completely exposed.
The Elf girl moaned softly as the other girl’s fingers gently traced over the soft smooth skin. Her people were incapable of growing hair, it made cold climates a little difficult, but on the other hand they rarely had problems with the drawbacks of hair. The pale skin had never been touched until now, its slick surface growing wetter in reaction to the other’s touch. Her insides tightened at the feeling, bringing waves of pleasure and slight pain at the same time. She could feel pressure building up in her, her chest growing tight and her heart pounding so hard she could swear it was battering against the underside of her ribs.
When the first kiss came, her entire body stiffened as she moaned softly, breathlessly praising Arya in her native tongue once more. Her back arched slightly, her arms pushing into the tiles either side of her. Her breath came in pleasured gasps, more sweat pouring down her and more heat building up inside her with every passing moment. The Elf girl was sure only the cold tiles were stopping her from bursting into flames.
She moved slightly as the dog girl’s tongue first pushed her lower lips apart slightly. The girl whimpered, her buttocks clenching and pushing her hips off the ground a little. Digging her nails into the tiles, they only found purchase in the grouting between -- she suddenly wished they were somewhere else.
Gasping as she felt her climax growing close, Ílima wanted to give Arya just as much. She bent her knees, bringing her legs up until her feet rested flat on the ground but still spread wide enough that the Cynanthrope had room.
She twisted her lower legs so he feet brushed against the side of the kneeling girl, hooking her big toes into the sides of her black pantries. Tugging on them a little, she managed to push them down far enough to expose the other girl’s backside -- unfortunately she could not see but she felt it -- but unfortunately her position made it impossible to do anymore.
With the strength in her legs completely exhausted, she let them fall shakily to the tiles and rest there, letting Arya have her way.
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 02.December.2012, 10:07 PM | Message # 112 |
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| Just barely penetrating the other girl with her tongue, Arya was surprised at how hungry she was for the fluids the she tasted. Although she was barely able to think, she was able to feel the slightest bit of embarrassment at her actions, knowing that this wasn’t something friends did. This was an intimate act that was reserved for lovers. She wondered if that meant they were now lovers. The thought confused her, not really knowing what all that would entail. Not wanting to thing about complicated stuff like that right now, her mind went blank once more, focusing only on the pleasure she felt from licking up and down, sucking in the juices as she did so.
She could feel the girl’s body stiffening under her touch, reacting to the pleasure she must be feeling. The sounds of her moaning made her heart beat faster, feeling excited at the thought that she was this aroused. Thinking that she must be doing something right, she continued to move her tongue in the same manner, speeding up a little now and then. The Elf’s thigh felt warm and slippery under her hand, making it difficult to maintain her grip. As the girl whimpered, she shuddered, loving the sounds that she was hearing. Could she make her get even louder? The thought enticed her to continue without holding back. She wanted her to climax. She wanted her to feel amazing.
Arya’s own body was throbbing in response to all that she was tasting and hearing. To add to her arousal, she felt the Elf’s feet move to try and pull down her panties. Not wanting to stop what she was doing, she couldn’t look, but she felt that she managed to pull them down at least to expose her behind. She was impressed that she managed to do that much, and wanting to help in her attempt, she leaned downwards, no longer resting on her knees. As she moved, she decided to finish what Ílima started, pulling her panties down the rest of the way with the hand that had been holding on to the Elf’s thigh. Once they were around her ankles, she kicked them off, letting them fall on the floor.
Not able to leave herself untouched any longer, she moved her legs over slightly, putting the Elf’s right leg between hers. Now that her panties were gone, she could feel the cool air of the room teasing her warm wetness. Leaning down once again, she pressed her exposed self against the girl’s leg, feeling an intense shudder as they made contact. She hoped the girl didn’t mind, but she was too turned on to care much at this point. Arya yearned for Ílima to touch her with her fingers again, but unsure if she could even reach from this position, she felt like this would do for now. Rubbing herself against the soft skin, she could feel that she was leaving behind her own fluid on her leg. It felt incredible, causing her to let out a muffled moan. As she did this, the tips of her breast also brushed against the girl’s thighs, increasing her pleasure at the light touch.
During all of this movement, she managed to continue licking the girl, pushing her tongue further inside now, moving it around the warm, tight enclosure. She was very careful to keep her fangs from scratching or biting the girl’s sensitive area, not wanting to cause her any discomfort, and worried about how she would react to that as well. Now that her hand was free after taking off her panties, she reached upwards to cup the Elf’s breast, squeezing the supple flesh firmly but gently. Toying with the hard tip, she wondered if Ílima was getting close to her climax. She felt she could do this forever, but she wanted her friend to experience something pleasurable soon.
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Jasper went straight to his bed when he entered the room, flinging his body down onto the mattress with a thud. Staring up at the ceiling, he cursed his inability to successfully seduce either of the girls before he ran out of time for the night. He knew he could start on them again tomorrow, and sometimes it did take longer to get what he wanted, but he wasn’t all that accustomed to failure. He didn’t like the feeling at all. What was he supposed to do for fun now? His mind considered the waitress again, knowing that she would be available. She was probably expecting him to find her before too long to return the favor from earlier, but he really had no intention of doing that. Well, he would if he had no other option for the night, but he wanted something new. The only reason he had gone to her earlier was because of how excited he had grown thinking of the two girls, and she was the closest thing he could get at that moment. Sighing, he hoped he could find something better than that tonight.
Of course, he could just go to sleep and keep his energy for tomorrow, but he was feeling too antsy for that. Being around the girls excited his body, so he couldn’t just go to sleep without finding something to satisfy his desires. Sitting up, Jasper decided he would at least go downstairs for a drink or two and see if anything caught his eye. If all else failed, the waitress would be there so he could have some more fun with her. Looking across the room, his eyes focused on the wall he shared with the room next door. He wondered what they were doing in there. Probably getting ready for bed. Standing up, he walked over to the wall, putting his ear to it to discover if he could hear anything, but it was silent as far as he could tell. These walls were thin, but it was unlikely that they would be doing anything that he would be able to hear. If he brought someone back here it might be a different story. The bed was pushed against the wall they shared, so it might be pretty loud. Earlier when he had considered this, he thought it would be a bad idea if they heard him doing something, but now he was wondering if they might be intrigued by it. Both girls seemed rather flustered with his final goodbye. He had noticed the mini skirt was blushing and looked rather surprised at the kiss on her hand.
Thinking that he could decide what to do when the time came, he walked over to the bathroom, flipping on the light so that he could check his reflection before heading downstairs. Moving a few unruly strands out of his face, he adjusted his shirt and vest, making sure that everything was in order. Remembering that he had smoked earlier, he opened a small bottle of green mouthwash that was resting on the bathroom counter next to the sink. Swishing some of the liquid around his mouth, he felt it tingle as it cleaned and freshened. Spitting out the mouthwash into the sink, he turned the cold water faucet on and, using his hand as a cup, rinsed out his mouth. When he was finished, he turned off the water and dried his hand on a dark brown towel hanging on the wall next to the mirror. Putting the lid back on the bottle, he checked his teeth to see that they were sparkly and clean. Satisfied, he left the room, turning the light off. Making sure that his key was in his vest pocket, he stepped into the hallway, locking the door behind him.
Returning the key to his pocket, Jasper looked at the girls’ room as he walked by it. He really wanted to know what they were doing in there, but he resisted the urge to knock on their door. He should leave them alone for now, but tomorrow he wasn’t going to give up. Moving down the stairs, he could hear that there were still plenty of people in the dining room/bar area. Scanning the room, he didn’t see too many unfamiliar faces, and none of them stood out to him. Frowning, he looked around to see that at least the waitress was still there. She smiled when he caught her eye, but his expression remained aloof. He didn’t want to get her too excited if he decided to go a different route. Rather than sitting at a table this time, he moved towards the bar, sitting on one of the stools in the middle. On his left was an older man, a local, minding his own business. On his right was an empty stool. Facing the bartender, Jasper caught the man’s attention with his eyes and ordered more wine to continue his drinking from dinner. Taking a healthy drink when the bartender put the glass in front of him, he looked around once more, hoping something would stand out.
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| Xaimee | Date: Monday, 03.December.2012, 7:37 AM | Message # 113 |
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| Her legs were quivering from the pleasure that pulsed through her slight form. She moaned and panted softly, more her fluids spilling out only to be lapped up by Arya. Thoughts of how they had ended up like this so quickly, or what they were doing was way beyond friendship, kept flitting through her mind only to be swallowed. Her sweaty skin squeaked lightly on the tile floors as she shifted slightly, her hips bucking and back arching in response to the dog girl’s tongue working her so well. “Arya...” she moaned softly, her head tilting back as she closed her eyes and groaned more loudly. Her breath came in gasps, her breasts rising and falling with every laboured breath. She could feel herself growing so tight that it hurt, but that did not stop her wanting the other girl to go on, to consume her and make her explode.
Ílima whimpered softly as she felt the other girl’s body moving around, hearing the wet slap of the black boyshorts hitting the tiles. She could feel her heart starting to beat even faster as she realised that the Cynanthrope was now nude like her. Moving to sit up to see and to touch her, she found herself partially pinned as her friend wrapped herself around her slender leg.
Moaning, her leg went stiff as the dog girl began to rub her private parts up and down her bare leg. She could her pale skin growing stickier by the moment, but it was a pleasurable feeling rather than a horrible one. Raising her knee a little, she pushed it against the other’s furry privates. Her fur was slick, rubbing against her and trailing small trails of fluid along her. Hard nipples rubbed against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, drawing a moan equally as loud as Arya’s might have been if her mouth was not occupied. Her back arched more as the other girl took her breast, the movement pushing more of the supple flesh into the other’s hand.
One of her hands finally came back to live, moving to run through Arya’s sweat soaked hair, pressing her head closer against her intimate parts as the girl’s tongue penetrated her. Whimpering softly at the foreign feeling of something inside her, she twitched a little, unsure of what to do except to push the Cynanthrope’s head harder against her, forcing her deeper and drawing more pleasure filled groans from her.
Her other hand slid down her thigh, catching the dog girl’s breast with her hand as she slid her slender form up her thigh. Groping the pleasing handful, her thumb rubbed over the hard tip, pinching it gently and tugging a little as her body grew tense.
She almost screamed as her insides suddenly grew so tight that she thought her bones would break. Arching her back to the point her backside was almost off the cold tiled floor, the Elf girl felt something burst inside her. Relief and blissful warmth suddenly flowed through her as her fluids spilled out from her in a torrent. The pain of her spasming lower body was washed away quickly in the force of her climax. Her entire body relaxed, her hand still draped on top of Arya’s head and the other holding her breast idly as she panted softly to herself. Her mind was still largely blank, but now she was too tired to act on the demands of her body, all she could do was lie there and try to get her breath back.
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Selena was in a foul mood. That stupid dog had not turned up at the meeting point like she had agreed. She had hung around in the clearing until it became so late that it would be too cold and dark to wait in. Ashbridge was close by so, reluctantly, she walked to into town with the intention of staying overnight and returning to the spot in the morning. It made her angry thinking of all the time she could have been spending on her research in the lost city. She was close to deciphering some of the ancient Elven language which might help them discover how to undo the seals on the Father Tree. The young woman could not believe that the Chosen had made her come out here to meet with that rabid dog to check on her progress. She personally did not think they would need the Elf soon, which partially made her think that the Chosen was deliberately slowing her down because he had an obsession with getting himself an Elf, especially a female one -- he always thought with his manhood rather than his brain. How did that idiot man become the Chosen? He did seem to know things that were impossible so perhaps he really did have a connection to the Master, but she wondered why the Master would choose someone with such a clouded mind.
She sighed softly, shivering slightly in the cold night air. Her high heels clicked softly on the stone of the bridge as she entered the town, heading straight towards the inn. It had been a while since she had last been in Ashbridge, having passed through it a few years ago on the way to joining up with the Chosen’s group and to begin her research. The grey-haired woman had always wanted to have access to Elvish cities and this group gave her access to it. Her devotion to ‘the Master’ was perhaps not as great as the others, but on the other hand she had been promised great things for completing her research and that was a nice incentive to stick around even when she finished her translation of the carvings on the Father Tree.
Her fingers moved up to play with one of the blue ribbons in her long silvery hair, holding it out of her face. The scholar had an odd sense of fashion but she liked what she wore and it made her feel comfortable.
Entering the inn, her golden eyes swept over the place until she saw an empty table. Moving over to it, she gestured for a blonde waitress to come over. “I want something strong... and I want a room. Do you have one available?”
The waitress agreed to get a drink but regrettably informed her that all the rooms had been taken tonight.
Her expression grew even more dark, even angrier at Melani that she was before. Where was she going to sleep now? The woman sighed, thanking the waitress and asking her for an even larger drink. Watching the girl leave, she looked down at her hands. It looked like she would have to use some of her magic to make someone give her their room. She could do it easily, but she hated using her research for such selfish means since it often gave her horrific headaches -- at least the alcohol would soften that blow...
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| Syngey | Date: Monday, 03.December.2012, 11:14 AM | Message # 114 |
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| Arya felt her heart jump when she heard her name spoken by the Elf. The sound of her voice was intoxicating, and hearing her actually speak her name was almost more than she could handle. She was thankful that she could still concentrate on making her feel good, but this was becoming increasingly more difficult as she rubbed herself against the girl’s leg. Shivering, she felt a wave of pleasure shoot through her body as the other girl moved her leg up, pressing against her just right. If things kept in this direction, she felt she might have a second orgasm. But she wanted Ílima to finish first. That was her goal. She let out another muffled moan, wanting to cry out but unable to do so. Instead she focused her energy on massaging the Elf’s breast and moving her tongue faster than before. She thought that the girl might be close now because of the way her body was reacting.
As her head was pressed downwards, further into Ílima, she felt a more intense desire to devour her. She didn’t mind that the girl was being so forward now, showing her that she wanted more. Rather, it aroused her either further, groaning with pleasure as she continued to work on Ílima. Feeling the Elf grab her breast only increased this sensation, wanting her to grasp it as hard as she wanted. Shuddering, she almost found it too difficult to focus on what she was doing, but she managed somehow. It was just very hard to keep moving her tongue around when she felt her whole body growing weak under Ílima’s touch. Squeezing her legs tighter around the Elf’s leg, she felt that she had to hold on or she would lose herself to this pleasure.
Moving her tongue faster now, pushing deeper inside than before, Arya could feel the girl’s body tightening up, closing in around her. Squeezing her breast, she pinched the tip as the Elf’s body arched upwards. After feeling a sudden burst, almost like a shock, shooting through the girl’s body, she tasted the sweetness of her climax in her mouth. She knew she had made her feel good now, as the Elf’s body grew limp, resting against the cool, and now very wet, floor. Lapping up as much of the juices as she could, she still felt hungry. Her legs were still tightly clinging on to Ílima’s, unsure of what she should do next. Pulling away, she rested her hands on the tiles, pushing herself upwards, pressing her knees against the floor to hold herself up. Her body was shaking, so this wasn’t an easy task.
Looking at Ílima’s face, she shuddered. It was hard to believe that she had actually produced that expression. Arya’s face flushed, although it was barely noticeable as she was already red all over from the heat and excitement. This gave off the appearance of her being covered in the red fur of her other form, which was appropriate because as she looked down at the satisfied and worn out figure below her, she was filled with the desire to ravish her. The red-gold eyes flickered with an animalistic desire, similar to the one she had felt earlier. Unable to even consider controlling herself, she moved her head downwards to the inside of the Elf’s right thigh. Licking her wet skin, she tasted her insides there, as the juices must have flowed downwards. A rush of desire swept through her, burning her from within. Biting the soft flesh gently, she then moved her mouth upwards, kissing the Elf’s body as she made her way to her breasts. Holding Ílima’s left breast in her hand, she squeezed it as she licked the other breast, feeling the tip with her tongue. As she sucked deeply, she felt a rush of pleasure pushing outwards, wanting to break free. Squeezing her legs tightly around the Elf’s once again, she pressed her wet private parts against her hard.
Moaning loudly, more like a howl, she couldn’t hold back anymore. Biting the girl’s supple breast, her back arched as an explosion shot through her body. It was much more intense than last time, but she didn’t run away. She knew she hadn’t bitten her hard to enough to break the skin, and she couldn’t explain why it felt so good to do that, but it had. Letting her body rest, she was afraid to let her weight fall completely on the Elf, so her limp body was half on the tile, half on the sweaty girl. She had left quiet a mess on Ílima’s leg, but she couldn’t even think about that right now. Breathing heavily, she felt like her heart would fail her any moment. Her head rested on the Elf’s right breast, he face turned to the side and upwards so that she could watch the other girl’s face. One arm rested over her other breast, unable to move it. She wanted to say something, but she couldn’t speak. What did it mean that they had just done this? Was this really what lovers did? Or did the other girl just think of it has friends messing around?
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Jasper frowned as he took another drink of his wine, wondering if his night was going to end unceremoniously. Maybe he should have pushed harder to get at least one of the girls. Both of them had reacted to his advances, but he still sensed that they would be resistant to anything further. If they were as innocent as they looked, he wouldn’t have been able to get much more than a few kisses, and that wouldn’t be nearly enough to satisfy him. It was better to do nothing than to get so close and then be left hanging. Propping his elbow up on the bar, he rested his head in his hand, feeling the softness of his hair as he played with the strands mindlessly. He was bored and restless. Not a good combination.
Scanning the room again, he saw several locals, none of whom were options for him based on their appearance. They were mostly older men, too drunk to go home to their wives and screaming brats. A few younger men were getting drunk in the corner, trying their hardest to win over the blonde waitress, but she was still too preoccupied with Jasper to give them her attention. None of them stood out as anything special, and he doubted that even the waitress would fall for them. Sighing, he spotted a couple of women sitting at the bar, but he had already been with one and the other did nothing for him. If he was going to be forced to taste the same fruit more than once, it was going to be the waitress, as she was the most attractive in the bunch.
As he eyed the girl once more, he decided that she wouldn’t be a total lose. Her eyes kept finding their way towards him, practically calling out to him with desire. At least she wanted him, and he found it arousing him slowly. Just as he was starting to think he might give in, he heard the sound of heels clicking on the floor as they entered the room. His amber eyes searched for the source of the sound, curious as to who the new arrival was at this hour. Was it someone from town? Perhaps an angry wife looking to drag her husband home. Catching sight of the woman, he realized immediately that this wasn’t the case. No, she was definitely not a local. He was immediately struck by her appearance, as it looked rather exotic. Her draped clothing hid much of her body, but as she moved he caught a glimpse of her leg thanks to a slit in the side of her dress. His heart thumped with interest as he eyed her exposed skin. It looked inviting,
Without wavering, his eyes followed the woman as she found a table close to where he was sitting. He watched the waitress go over and perform her duties, glancing at him as she did so. She probably thought he was looking at her, but he wasn’t. Overhearing their conversation, he felt a surge of excitement upon hearing that the woman was in need of a room. He didn’t need to hear the waitress’s response to know that she had a problem. After all, he had been involved in taking the last room in the place not long ago. The woman looked upset by this revelation, angry even, but this only gave Jasper more confidence. Suddenly, it looked like he might have an interesting night ahead of him.
Considering how to make his move, the waitress came over to the bar to get the drink the woman had ordered. Standing next to him in the open spot where no one was sitting, she purposely stuck her butt out behind her to reveal the slightest bit of her panties. He had seen them earlier, so this was nothing new, but he was amused by the gesture. Reaching out, he touched the blonde girl’s arm and pulled her close to him, hoping the grey-haired woman would see. Sometimes it was fun to show his next point of interest what he was capable of, a little preview of sorts. With the waitress’s body pressed against his, positioned between his legs, he ran his right hand, the one facing the newcomer, up her arm gently, caressed her face, and then traced the outline of her lips. As he did this, the waitress became breathless and hot, her face flushed with color, making it clear how easily she reacted to his touch. Hidden from view, he slid his other hand up the girl’s skirt to touch her panties where he had kissed them earlier. He felt the waitress shiver when he touched her, noticing that she was already a little wet.
Leaning close to her right ear, he whispered so that only she could hear. “You better be quiet, or everyone will hear.” As his breath brushed against her ear, her face grew redder. Nodding in compliance, she understood what he planned to do right there in front of everyone. Most of the room wasn’t paying them any attention. The young men in the corner sat dumbfounded, shocked and disappointed to see her with him. They knew that if he had any interest in her, they were out of luck for the moment. But, all anyone could see was that he was caressing her arm. What he was really doing was hidden from everyone except the pair. The bartender wasn’t an idiot, so he probably knew what was going on, but he kept to himself, busy with making the grey-haired woman a drink.
Slipping his fingers underneath the waitress’s panties, he intended to return the favor from earlier. He knew it wouldn’t take long, especially because of the location. He had learned in the past that the waitress was easily turned on by public displays such as this, and he knew just how to touch her. Feeling the sticky, wetness mingling with the hair she had below, he smiled, taking pleasure in the thought that this was all for him. Without delay, he slid a finger inside, letting the tightness shudder around his touch. Pushing in further, he used his middle finger to play with the outside area, moving around in slow circles. All the while, he continued to gently caress the girl’s arm, never making any other move from what anyone could see. His own expression remained calm, pretending that he was doing nothing out of the ordinary. The waitress was having more difficulty. She had moved her hand so that she could cover her mouth, working hard to hold herself back. The girl was usually loud, so this would be a trial for her.
Jasper could tell how close the girl was as her breathing intensified and a few muffled cries came out, very quiet. He could also feel her body shaking, responding to his movements below her skirt. Moving his middle finger faster, he pushed his other finger back and forth, going in as deep as he could. The girl moved her other hand to grip his left arm tightly. She was very close now. Leaning forward, Jasper glanced at the true object of his desire, catching the woman’s eyes just for an instance before turning to kiss the waitress. This did the trick. He felt her body convulse under his touch, tightening around his finger and covering his hand with her fluid. He pushed his lips against her hard, so that she couldn’t cry out, filling the girl with relief, as she would not have been able to control herself. Pulling his hand free, it felt sticky and wet but he didn’t mind. Turning back towards the bar, he left the waitress standing there stunned. She wiped her face with her arm and turned towards the bar as well to compose herself. Reclaiming her breath, a small smile spread across her lips. It was obvious that she had enjoyed herself. The bartender had just put the woman’s drink on the counter, indicating that she would need to bring it over now, but she had to stand still for a moment to make sure her legs worked properly. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the glass and started to move away when Jasper spoke to her. “Tell her I’ll get her drink, will you?” The waitress nodded, not caring that this probably meant she was his new target. She had been around him long enough to know his ways, and she was fine with them as long as she got some pleasure out of it, which she had. Speaking to the bartender now, he felt quite good about himself. “Pass me a napkin.” The bartender threw him a napkin with a knowing smirk, shaking his head as he spoke. “You’re sick man. But every guy in here envies you.” Smirking, Jasper already knew this. Before using the napkin to wipe his hand dry, he licked the finger that had been inside the girl, wanting a quick taste of her before he focused his attention on getting the new woman in his bed. He expected that she might come to him and sit in the empty stool next to him, but if she didn’t he would go over to her.
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| Xaimee | Date: Monday, 03.December.2012, 6:55 PM | Message # 115 |
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Lieutenant colonel
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| Ílima lay panting on the soaking tiles, her own body slick with moisture also. The candle light gave her pale skin an almost golden sheen, the warm light highlighting parts and deepening the shadows in others. Her eyes were closed, as she lay spread-eagled on the ground, her breasts rising and falling with every laboured breath. The Elf had never exerted herself so much in all her life. She was utterly drained, her body refusing to do anything but breathe. She could feel Arya moving around, the insides of her legs occasionally brushing against her right leg. It felt nice, although more than anything she just wanted to hold the other girl close. Her mind was trying to bring some things to her attention, but the orgasm and her exhaustion made anything but simple desires impossible to comprehend.
She gasped as the Cynanthrope suddenly came at her again. Moaning softly, her legs quivered as the girl slowly licked and bit her way up her body. Her hands continued to lie there uselessly, the Elf just lying there and taking it all in. The bites send electric shocks through her body as they worked their way up to take in her breast. Moaning softly, one of her hands managed to move to rest on top of the dog girl’s head, scratching delicate fingers into her scalp to massage her gently. She could feel the matted wet fur pushing against her leg again, their positions making it easier for her leg to move to press firmly against the other’s intimate parts. Her hunger was more than sated, but part of her enjoyed the happiness of pleasuring Arya, and so she could not resist returning the affection as best she could.
The girl cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Arya sank her fangs into her breast. They did not penetrate the supple flesh, but they left a livid red mark, particularly prominent around her lengthened canines. Her own body convulsed slightly, having a small almost miniature climax that might have just been the last vestiges of her current one a few moments go.
Her leg twitched slightly as she felt warm fluid trickling down it from where Arya’s body laid across her. She continued to pant softly, feeling the large girl’s weight on her slender form. The fingers in the other girl’s hair continued to scratch gently, her free hand finally finding the strength to move and lay on the small of Arya’s back, the finger tips skipping over her firm buttocks before coming to a rest.
As they laid there, Ílima found it impossible to really think or say anything. The events since entering their room had come so thick and fast that her mind was struggling. How had they ended up like this on the bathroom floor? They had been friends, but what they had just done to each other was not something friends did together… at least she did not to be the sort of person who did that with ‘friends’. Swallowing, she gently stroked the flesh just above the girl’s backside, the other still massaging her scalp as she felt herself finally starting to recover.
“I…” she whispered, still sounding completely breathless. “I think that we’re not just friends… now…” The Elf girl was blushing, but it was probably impossible to tell with how flushed her body was. She felt like she was on fire, her skin almost painfully hot and her hard nipples starting to feel too hard. Everything felt sensitive. Her entire body felt like electricity was flowing through it. Moaning a little, she tried to sit up but found her body refusing to move. “What are we now?” she asked softly.
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She watched the nearby man grab hold of the waitress. Rolling her yellow eyes, the woman shook her head and found something else to look at. On one hand, it looked like she had found an easy mark for a free room. The man clearly though with what dangled between his thighs rather than his brain. It would not be difficult to get him to open up his room and then a simple sleep spell would leave him senseless until just before noon the next day. He would wake up too woozy to quite remember how he got there, although if he remembered the waitress he was having fun with then it might help make him forget.
“Thank you,” said Selena, hiding her impatience badly. The waitress fooling around had made her wait for her drink far longer than she should have. Not even waiting for a moment, the woman downed the drink before ordering another. She would take this second one slow, but at least she had some alcohol in her. The scholar did not think she was a drunk, but it was true that when she was annoyed or upset she did tend to reach for the bottle. She found it helped to calm her despite her knowledge telling her it should not. The strong liquid would warm her, making her head fuzzy and the angry thoughts grow dim. She knew it was foolish but she could hold her liquor so she had never ended up in a bad situation because of it.
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| Syngey | Date: Monday, 03.December.2012, 11:14 PM | Message # 116 |
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| As Arya lay nearly lifeless on the floor, her body slowly started to cool down, trying to catch her breath. Just seconds ago she felt like she would catch fire if her body became any warmer. With deep, heavy breaths she looked at her friend’s face, enjoying the sight of her so near. Condensation was forming around their bodies on the tile floor as their heat reacted against the cold surface. She could feel that Ílima’s skin was as wet as hers and probably quite sticky thanks to her. Blushing at the thought, she wondered what the Elf thought of this. Did she mind? There was the possibility that she thought this was gross, right? Perhaps the girl had simply gone along with her, just swept up in her passion and now she was regretting what they had done. Feeling her heart sink, she couldn’t imagine how she would react if that was the truth. Swallowing hard, her thoughts concerned her so much that she thought she shouldn’t remain in this position, forcing herself on the Elf.
Thinking that she would move away, she stopped herself when she felt Ílima gently caressing her back. Did that mean she didn’t regret what they had done? Unsure of what to think, Arya decided to remain where she was for now. But she should probably say something. If only she could think of the appropriate words. It was still difficult to breathe, so saying anything would be no easy task, even if she could think of what to say. Luckily, she found that she wasn’t the first to speak. Listening carefully to the Elf’s quiet words, she found that she asked the very question she was considering. Could they be considered friends still? But what were they? The way that her body reacted to all of this only served to confuse her more. Ílima was a girl, so should she been attracted to her like this? It didn’t make any sense.
Arya always thought that she was only attracted to men. She knew that she liked men. This was clear from the way she reacted to Jasper earlier in the evening, and yet, her body had desired Ílima so much that she wasn’t able to control herself at all. What was the difference? Could she like both men and women? In that case, she must like Ílima, right? Closing her eyes, she felt her breathing slowing down as her body calmed itself. All this thinking was making her regain her senses so that she could focus on breathing normally again. Opening her eyes, she sat up now, thinking that it would help her understand her thoughts better if she wasn’t in such a compromising position. Not only that, but she had felt the Elf move slightly as if she wanted to move, and she couldn’t do that with her resting on top of her.
Sitting up as fully as she could, Ayra rested back against the tub just as she had down when she first ran into the bathroom. Suddenly becoming aware of her nakedness, she felt a wave of embarrassment rush over her, even though she knew that Ílima had seen and touched most of her body. Moving her arm across her chest, she was able to cover her breasts partially. She crossed her legs to conceal as much as she could, feeling the sticky wetness of her own body still lingering on her skin. She could also smell herself and the Elf mixing all around her. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell; in fact, she was a little embarrassed to find how much she liked it. Her mouth could still taste the other girl as well, making her very aware of all that she had just done. Ílima was right, they couldn’t just be friends after doing that.
“I don’t really know…” Looking at the Elf, she managed a small smile, her face becoming less red as her body continued to cool down. “All I know is that I liked that…a lot.” But what about Ílima? What was she thinking? “Did you like it?” Nervous about how the girl would answer this question, she felt her heart skip a beat as she realized how much it would hurt if she said no. What if she didn’t want to do this again? And worse, what if she couldn’t be around her anymore? Even if she seemed like she hadn’t hated it, she still felt as if she had taken advantage of her friend. She had pushed her into this.
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Jasper leaned over the bar and spotted a trash can on the other side. Tossing the napkin into it, he rested back onto his stool before finishing off his wine. He was sure that the bartender appreciated the fact that he hadn’t made him throw away the soiled napkin. Holding up his glass when he caught the man’s eye, he nodded in understanding and came over to give him a refill. He was used to drinking, so his tolerance was high, but even so he probably wouldn’t have much more after this. He didn’t want to do anything to cloud his mind as he worked at catching this new woman. Turning to side slightly, he checked to see if the woman was watching him at all.
A little disappointed, he didn’t find her looking his way at all. Jasper had been able to catch her eye at least once during his fun, but was she not that interested in what he had been doing? Maybe she didn’t realize that the show was for her. Well, either way, he wasn’t going to give up now. After failing to get what he wanted from the two girls, he was determined to succeed now. Seeing the waitress returning to the bar, he realized that the woman was asking for another drink. Impressed, he wondered how much the woman could handle. He wouldn’t mind her getting a little tipsy, but if she got too drunk it would be difficult to have the kind of fun he was hoping for. He wasn’t that fond of sloppy sex, and that was what a drunk girl meant.
As the waitress stood next to him, she punched him lightly on the shoulder, scolding him for making her take so long to get the drink to her customer. Apparently the woman had seemed irritated at the wait. He wondered if that was all she was irritated with. Jasper had noticed that she didn’t look all that pleased when she first entered the place. Shrugging off the waitress’s complaint, he knew that she wasn’t actually angry with him. When the bartender set the woman’s drink on the counter, he cut the waitress’s motion off so that he could take hold of the glass. “I’ll make it up to you by taking her this one, okay?” Winking at the blonde girl, she blushed and allowed him to do as he pleased. Taking his own glass in his other hand, he stood up and walked over to the woman’s table. Setting her drink down he sat down across from her at the small square table without an invitation. “I’m told I made you wait for her last drink, so I thought I’d come over to apologize.” Pushing the drink over to the woman, he invited her to drink if she planned to.
Not concealing his intentions, Jasper’s eyes looked over the woman’s face with interest. He found her hair particularly attractive, so thick and long. He imagined what it would be like to hold that hair while had his way with her. Although her face looked a little angry still, he could see that it was pretty, and that it would be even prettier if she smiled. “I hope I’m not bothering you. Would you mind too much if I joined you for a bit? This place does not offer much in the way of intelligent conversation, but something tells me you are not much like this place.” In other words, he noticed something in her face and the way she carried herself that suggested she was on a different level than the other people in the bar. He planed to compliment her mind first, then her body. Smiling softly, he intended to show the woman that his words were sincere.
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| Xaimee | Date: Tuesday, 04.December.2012, 2:29 PM | Message # 117 |
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| It was difficult to think, even with her mind becoming clearer and the tiles underneath her nude body growing colder. Her skin squeaked whenever she moved slightly, leaving condensation in the shape of her flesh wherever she moved. Her breathing was becoming more slow and even now, aches starting to appear as the adrenaline started to drain from her body. She was becoming more aware of how much of a mess both of them, they were sticking and slick at the same time. She enjoyed the feeling of Arya on top of her, their skin pressed against each other. The girl’s slick fur stuck to her leg, feeling a little strange but it did not upset her like she thought it would. The Elf girl knew she should be utterly mortified, her naked body on display and her fluids all over the place. She could smell sex all around her, the mingling scents of their bodies filling the air. How had they ended up like this?
Even more confusing was their attraction to each other. She had always found it odd that they had been kissing and she had some strange desires in her head. Now they had fulfilled a lot of those desires in one mad moment of mindlessness and they were left draped over each other in a cold bathroom. Although there had never been any serious crushes, Ilima had been attracted to men in the past. She had never acted on her attractions before, but now she had acted on her attraction to Arya and had even gone to the point of sex. The Elf had never thought something like this was go so quickly. She had always intended to take things slow, but then the heat of the moment took over and here they were. It seemed like something she should regret, but she did not. She was happy, she really liked being touched like that and Arya had been so wonderfully gentle.It felt a little emabrrassing to admit to herself that she lad liked being touched in her more private parts by the dog girl, but lying to herself did not seem a sensible thing to do.
She looked up as Arya moved, peeling their bodies apart. Her eyes fell on the other’s breasts, remembering with a slight blush how her own breasts had been treated. Brushing her fingers over her own chest, she felt the small indentations from the Cynanthrope’s bite. Feeling her skin warming more, Ílima decided it would be best to sit up too in the hope it cleared her head.
It was kind of strange seeing Arya looked embarrassed at being naked. All before she had not seemed bothered at all, but now she was worried about the Elf girl seeing her. Ílima did felt a little similar, one hand wrapped around her breasts while she crawled over to sit next to her friend. Resting her back against the tub, her free arm now rested on her lap over her private parts as she looked at the other girl.
“I...” Ílima hesitated for a moment, finding confessing out loud even harder than confessing in iher head. “I really liked it,” she finally admitted. “I don’t understand how it ended up like this, or why it felt so good, but I know that I really enjoyed it.” Shifting position so her knees were hugged to her chest to keep her concealed, the girl used her newly freed hand to caress Arya’s cheek gently. “I didn’t think I could ever feel this way or do the things we did, but I’m glad it happened.” She smiled softly. “I’ve never felt so close to anyone in all my life.” Leaning close, she planted a gentle tender kiss on the dog girl’s lips. “Let us stay together, okay?” she asked, smiling tenderly as their eyes met. “I like the idea of us being more than friends.”
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Selena looked up as someone approached. She raised a delicately curved eyebrow as he sat down and offered her the drink she had ordered. Taking it in her hand, her fingers gently strokes the cold class as she watched him openly stare at her. The man certainly knew what he wanted, something she admired in a person, although sometimes a little subtlety went a long way. She was not really interested in him as anything but a free room for the night, but he certainly was rather handsome. Nodding in return at his apology, she took a sip of her drink.
She sniffed at his compliment, shrugging when he asked to join her. In truth, she did not really care as she would have eventually gone to him if he had not come to her. The woman knew someone who wanted her when she saw them so it was never going to be an effort. As it was, she felt like making him work for it a little bit. She was in a bad mood and it would make her feel better if she could play around a little.
Sitting back, the scholar crossed one of her long legs over the other, letting him see plenty of skin from the split in the lower part of her outfit. “I do enjoy intelligent discourse,” said Selena quietly, her yellow gold eyes looking over him appraisingly. “But you do not strike me as particularly intelligent. Perhaps blessed with talent and business sense, but not actual intelligence. You appear average in that respect.” It was always a gamble giving a calculated insult, but on the other hand it usually paid off. If it did not, then it was likely the man did not want her enough to let her into his room.
Taking another sip, she closed her eyes and savoured the strong liquid. It was not the greatest in the world, but it was better than the moonshine the group brewed back in the ruins so she was grateful for it. Sighing softly, she sat forwards slightly, resting her chin on her hand, the elbows of her arm on the table edge. The cold glass rested against her cheek, giving her a nice calming feeling against the heat built up in her from her anger at the stupid dog. “So other than playing with waitresses and charming them into a stupor, not hard with that dumb blonde, do you do anything else outside of women?” she asked, a slight smirk at her pun appearing on her lips.
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| Syngey | Date: Tuesday, 04.December.2012, 4:16 PM | Message # 118 |
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| Arya closed her eyes as she waited for the other girl to respond. This helped her breathe and concentrate on what she was feeling. She felt so confused. Her body and her mind were working against one another, making it impossible to understand what she was feeling. Her body told her very clearly that she was physically attracted to Ílima. If she hadn’t been, she wouldn’t have attacked her the way she did. However, even if she could admit that she liked the way the Elf looked, that didn’t necessarily explain why she felt so strongly about doing these things with her when they entered the room. What made her lose control so easily? This was moving way too fast, wasn’t it? Even when she had been attracted to someone in the past, she never would have considered doing something like this so soon. They had only just barely realized they were interested in each other. In fact, they had only just met! How could she go so far so fast? They had already had sex, even though there wasn’t full penetration, it was still sex. Arya had never imagined that this was they way that would happen. And she had been so forceful. Where did that come from? Honestly, it scared her to think about it.
Opening her eyes, she felt the Elf moving next to her to lean against the tub. Their arms brushed against one another, allowing Arya to feel the girl’s soft skin. It felt like they were both starting to dry as they cooled down. The bathroom felt cold now, causing her to shiver slightly. It was hard to believe that she could feel cold now after how hot she had felt just moments before. They should probably both take showers and dry off before they caught a cold. Then they could go to sleep. That reminded her that they would be sharing a bed. Ílima’s warm body would be right next to hers all night, under the covers, probably touching every now and then. Would she be able to control herself? Surely this had satisfied her hunger, right? She felt more and more that she was some kind of animal. The thought made her feel like she could cry, as a heavy aching built up in her chest.
Hearing the other girl start to say something, she flicked her golden-red eyes towards her. She definitely was going to say something, but she had stopped short. Was she nervous about telling her the truth about her feelings? Was she going to reject her? Looking a little surprised, she listened to Ílima as she explained that she had actually liked it. She didn’t seem to hate it at all, and she didn’t appear to be angry with her for pushing her into the situation. Her face flushed with color and her eyes became glossy as the Elf caressed her cheek and spoke such kind words to her. Holding back tears, Arya felt so relieved and happy to hear the girl say these things to her. She didn’t regret anything they had done, even if it had been fast. Knowing that Ílima felt close to her was also a comfort, because she had felt the same way. As they were tangled in each other, she thought that they were closer to one person than two. It was a feeling she had never experienced before and never imagined being possible for her.
Returning the kiss that was offered her, Arya’s lips felt a little worn by all that she had done with them tonight. Although, it was a discomfort she didn’t mind. Her eyes remained fixed on the other girl, taking in what she said with a happy heart. When she finished speaking, a smile formed on her red, slightly puffy, lips. “Of course we’ll stay together.” Reaching her arm forward, she ran her fingers through the girl’s long, somewhat tangled hair, touching the ends delicately before setting her hand down on the cold tile. “More than friends just means we get to be closer. That’s what I want too.” Smiling more fully now, she felt some of her old energy and enthusiasm returning.
Glancing over her shoulder, she looked at the tub, really noticing it for the first time. It had a shower, which was nice, and it looked like it was clean. They were both rather sticky and in need of a shower. Part of her wanted to suggest they shower together so that neither person would have to wait on the other, but she was worried that she might attack Ílima again. Although she now knew that the girl had enjoyed it, she didn’t want to rush things anymore than she already had. Until she really figured out how she felt about this girl she thought it was best to slow down a bit. Not to mention, the Elf was probably pretty exhausted. Moving to stand up, Arya felt her legs wobble under her, but she managed to stand without assistance. She knew that she was now fully exposed to the other girl, but she supposed that this wasn’t something she needed to worry about anymore. Looking around the bathroom, her keen eyes were able to see everything clearly, even though the only light came from a nearby candle that smelled of fresh linen. She hadn’t even noticed it before because her senses were overloaded with Ílima. Spotting two white robes hanging on the back of the door, she stepped in front of the Elf and reached up to grab one. Putting it on, she found that it wasn’t all that soft, but not uncomfortable. Pulling it close, she tied it shut. “You should take a shower so you don’t catch a cold.” She planned to go after her. Holding her hand out, she wondered if the girl would need help standing. “Here, take my hand.” Smiling, she could now say for sure that she was happy they had done all that they had.
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Jasper watched the woman’s reactions to his presence and found them to his liking. She wasn’t going to jump all over him at the smallest compliment, that was clear, but he preferred this. It was no fun if the person simply went along with him immediately. Without a bit of a chase, there wasn’t much of a point. That was what he had in store for him if he ended up taking the waitress up to his room. It would be pleasurable, of course, but there wouldn’t be even a moment of uncertainty. Girls like her had their value, being able to touch the waitress in front of the whole bar was one example of this, but he also liked someone more complicated every now and then. This woman didn’t look innocent and inexperienced like the two girls sleeping in the room next to his, but she would require some work to get her into bed, that was clear enough from where he was sitting.
She didn’t seem to object to him sitting down, as she took the drink without protesting. It even appeared as though she accepted his apology. Not that he really felt sorry. If someone had to wait for a drink for a little bit it was worth what he had done with the waitress. It was certainly worth it to her. After taking another sip of his wine, he moved his hand across his mouth as if he were wiping it dry from the wine, but as he did so he was able to catch the remains of the scent of the waitress. It sent a slight shiver through his body. Looking at across the table, he felt determined to get her into his bed so that they could both feel pleasure tonight. She certainly looked like she could use it.
Glancing at the woman’s exposed leg as she shifted in her chair, Jasper felt a kind of electricity building between them. He knew that he had a chance, but that he still needed to be careful with his words and actions. A small smirk formed on the side of his mouth as he listened to the woman’s retort. He was right about her being intelligent, and it seemed she was feisty as well. He wasn’t hurt by the insult, if that’s what you would call it. He was perfectly aware of where his intelligence came from, and it wasn’t something you could find in books. “Talent and business sense? Perhaps. There is something to be said for street smarts and the ability to speak with care and precision.” These of course were the talents he thought he possessed. He felt confident in his self-assessment, considering his track record with these things. His looks had something to do with his charm, but without the right words even his looks wouldn’t be enough. “Average though, no, that I have to disagree with. I am anything but average.” If this sounded like he was complimenting himself, so be it. He knew he spoke the truth.
Keeping his amber gazed fixed on the woman, he watched her savor her drink and readjust herself. Jasper was intrigued with her movements, wondering what made her want that drink so badly. It was obviously doing her good, as she appeared to be relaxing somewhat compared to when she had first arrived. He considered asking her about this, but found that she spoke to him first. Amused by her words, and her snide remark about the waitress (jealous perhaps?) he met her pun with a calm face, without skipping a beat. “Men, if any good ones are around.” He wanted to make it clear that he wasn’t interested in a man tonight, his goal for this evening was her. Of course, she didn’t need to know that she hadn’t been his first choice.
Leaning back in his chair to get comfortable, he propped his leg up on his knee and turned his body outward slightly. However, he kept his upper half turned towards the woman, resting his arm on the table near her own. “In all seriousness, I’m essentially a delivery boy. People order things, and I travel around the world to deliver them. But what about you? I get the feeling you’re not all that pleased to be spending the night in Ashbridge.” Raising an inquisitive eyebrow, he wondered how she would respond. “Oh, and the name’s Jasper, by the way.” She would need to know that, as she might be calling it out later tonight. He didn’t ask for her name. He had no reason to hide his, so it didn’t bother him to offer it freely. As for her name, it would be good to know, but he thought he would let her offer that information.
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| Xaimee | Date: Tuesday, 04.December.2012, 8:33 PM | Message # 119 |
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Ílima’s heart ached as she saw the shimmer in her friend’s eyes. The girl was obviously confused and scared by what happened. In truth, she felt like that at first but then it hard started to feel right. She felt like the weight on her was less now, that she had someone she could trust completely who would not judge her or treat her badly. When their bodies were entangled together, the Elf girl had never felt more connected to another person. She had felt every breath the dog girl took, the beat of her heart and the warmth of her body. They had shared everything in those moments, and she would never forget it.
The gentle kiss they shared was nice, reminding her of their first kisses as well as confirming that they were not completely out of control. Passion had taken them over, but there was genuine affection and warmth between them beyond the physical.
“I’m so glad,” said Ílima, giving her a gentle hug with one arm, conscious of their shared nakedness. Part of her kind of liked the idea of just hugging but it was probably best if they tried to remain a little more conservative in their actions for the time being – she was not sure if she could manage another round, especially if it happened in the bathroom again. She could feel goosebumps rising up on her skin as she sat there, her backside feeling cold on the smooth tiles beneath them. Her violet eyes looked deeply into the red gold gaze of the Cynanthrope, her own heart beating a little faster as they looked at each other in silence. “I want to get as close as we can.”
She looked up as the other girl got to her unsteady feet. Her cheek swarmed as she surveyed the girl’s nude form. The candlelight cast deep shadows where its flickering light did not reach. She could see her friend’s modest breasts, her entrance largely concealed by the matted red fur between her legs. The Elf girl wanted to ask her about it, but it felt a little too embarrassing to speak about that now. It was hard to imagine she had touched most of it, perhaps not as fully or as intimately as Arya had done to hers, but still it was surprising to think what she had managed to do considering her inexperience and natural anxiety.
Reaching out to take the proffered hand, her fingers grip was a little limp, largely from tiredness, but it was tight enough to get to her feet. She swayed slightly, moving one hand to rest on the other’s shoulder. Suddenly, the Elf girl realised she was completely exposed to the other female. Blushing gently, her hands moved to cover herself – it felt rather silly considering that the Cynanthrope had literally seen, touched and licked everything there was to see.
“Oh… okay,” she said when Arya told her to take a shower. Part of her had found the idea of sharing a shower rather appealing, but when she thought about it, the Elf realised it was probably not a great idea. Already she was getting ideas of what they could do to each other in the shower so it was probably a good thing to separate for now. Giving her friend a small smile, she finally nodded and leaned in close to give her another tender kiss on the lips. “I’ll be out soon.”
Waiting until the other female left, her eyes followed the dog girl out. She did not bother locking the door, instead stepping into the tub and turning on the shower. Pulling the screen into place, the hot water brought a welcoming sigh. Her body was cold and achy, goosebumps all over and her nipples hard from the temperature rather than arousal. The smell of their bodies was still strong in the air and she decided to do something about that so it was not so difficult to walk across the floor.
Closing her eyes, she let her magical senses stretch out to encompass the room. She picked out the Energy patterns that made up their various bodily fluids. It was very difficult to concentrate, her mind constantly drifting back to the causes of all the liquid, and she almost lost control a few times. Eventually, however, she managed to maintain her focus long enough to convert it all into light. The entire bathroom filled with golden light, most likely visible under the bottom of the door although she could not be sure.
Sighing softly at the destruction of the distracting scent and sticky floor, the Elf quickly washed off her slender body and took the time to wash her hair properly. She stepped out of the shower, her powers slowly drying her body as she went about the room picking up their discarded underwear. Her room cleaning had cleaned the clothing in the process, leaving them as good as new. She carefully folded all four pieces, remembering to offer them to her friend once she was out. Her mind briefly went blank on where the rest of their clothing was before she remembered it was in the main room. Blushing at the thought, she grabbed the second robe, slipping it on and tying it at the waist before stepping out. “I’m done,” she said, frowning at the poor quality of the white robe – if it was her garment she would convert it in a second.
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The scholar raised an eyebrow at his retort. “I suppose that explains why you are so well dressed,” she teased before taking another drink of her scotch. “A straight man could never do so well.” Laughing a little, she signalled for a third one while slowly draining the second. “You have until I’ve finished my third one to convince me that you’re worth a conversation. After my third, I’m far too tired and tipsy to want to listen to men desperate for my attention.” She smirked slightly, smiling slightly as the blonde waitress placed the third glass in front of her. “Thank you… I would give you a tip, but I get the feeling that this man has already given you plenty,” she said, suppressing a laugh at the angry hurt expression of the waitress. It had been mean, but when you acted so slutty in front of everyone, it was likely you would get abuse for it.
She returned her attention to the mark. “So out with it. Prove you’re intelligent and witty. Prove that you can give me the conversation and company I crave.” Her smirk grew. “I warn you. I am a rather fussy woman.”
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| Syngey | Date: Wednesday, 05.December.2012, 10:52 AM | Message # 120 |
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| Arya found it hard not to smile as she looked at the beautiful girl before her. She was confused and very tired, but she knew that she didn’t regret what had happened now that she knew Ílima didn’t despise her. She wanted to understand exactly what she was feeling, and what kind of relationship she wanted with the Elf, but now that her head was clear she knew that she would be able to figure it out over time. Everything had happened so fast, and all of the experiences were new, so it was simply impossible to really know what she was doing and why. Arya at least knew that she wanted this closeness to continue. She didn’t want to let Ílima go.
Pulling the girl up, relying on what was left of her strength, she was able to help her stand. Cautiously, she watched Ílima as she let go of her, wanting to make sure that she was able to stand on her own without falling. The last thing she wanted was for the girl to be hurt. But, it looked like she didn’t have to worry. Instead, Arya found herself staring at the Elf’s naked figure. It sent a pulse through her body, warning her that she shouldn’t stare too long or she might begin to feel the same urges from before. Still, she couldn’t not admire her figure as it stood before her in the candlelight. She really was beautiful. It was hard to believe that she had just been entangled in the body. Even when Ílima attempted to cover herself, she could see in her mind what was underneath. She had caught sight of the mark her teeth had left on her breast, but rather than concerning her it excited her. For some reason, she was glad that the mark was there.
Blinking, Arya returned to reality when she felt the gentle kiss the girl offered her. Kissing her back lightly, she left the room thinking that Ílima was really very sweet. She wanted to say something, maybe compliment her beauty, or express how happy she was, but the words wouldn’t come out. She still felt too dazed to think straight apparently. Hearing the door close behind her, her eyes scanned the room, really looking at it for the first time. A light had never been turned on, as they had been relying on the candlelight and their own eyes, but she figured it would be good to turn it on now. Walking towards the door to the room, she found a small light switch and flipped it. The power was most likely coming from a generator, as Arya hadn’t noticed any power lines when they were walking through town. The light itself was bright enough, illuminating the room fully for the first time. Now she could see what it really looked like.
Walking towards the bed, she took in her surroundings. It was a small room, nothing too fancy. The bed was big enough for two, but they would find themselves sleeping rather close together. Blushing at the thought, she wondered why a thought like that could still make her react this way. After everything they had done, sleeping next to each other was nothing. There was a table in the room as well, where the candle rested. It was the same kind as the one in the bathroom. Nothing special. Sighing, she felt her body growing tired. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Arya found that it wasn’t hard like the ground they had been sleeping on recently. That was nice. Leaning back, she scooted backwards on the bed so that her whole body was on it, and she put her hands behind her head and closed her eyes. Yawning, she could hear the sound of Ílima showering in the other room. It was soothing.
In a matter of minutes, she had dosed off. She hadn’t meant to, she still planned on taking a shower, she was just resting her eyes. Her lips parted slightly as she drifted off, unaware that she was doing so. She didn’t hear Ílima enter the room. As she had fallen back on the bed, her robe shifted open just enough to expose her left leg, all the way up to her thigh. It concealed her still very stick fur. The top of the robe formed a V, exposing the tops of her breasts as she laid back. Her messy hair fell on her still slightly red face and the bed without care. Her expression was peaceful and content.
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Jasper smiled at the woman’s words, taking them as a compliment, although he could tell she meant to tease him. He took great pride in his clothing and appearance. This had little to do with his fondness for men and more to do with the fact that he understood the value of looking good. It was something that most men failed to consider, but this was just another reason he had more luck in the bedroom than most. When the waitress returned with another drink, Jasper wondered just how much the woman intended to have tonight. He grew concerned once more that she would be too drunk to have fun with, but she did seem to know what she was doing, so maybe it would be okay. He didn’t attempt to intervene on the waitress’s behalf when she was spoken to, as he didn’t really see it as an insult. It was true, he had given her quite the tip. She should be more than satisfied. Although, he could tell that the blonde was hurt by the other’s words. Women were so strange in their treatment of each other. Catching the waitress’s eye before she left, he gave her a wink to cheer her up, but she walked away so fast he couldn’t tell if it had done the job.
A little taken aback by the sudden forcefulness of the woman, Jasper raised an eyebrow as she laid out her terms. She was an interesting woman indeed. He noted that she had failed to offer her name, or any explanation as to why she was here, but he took that as a sign that she didn’t want to talk about things like that. He wasn’t interested anyway, so he dropped the subject. He wasn’t put off by her demands, rather he was encouraged by them. She had clearly stated that she craved some company. Well, he would give her much more than that before the night was over. Confident, he matched her smirk. “You seem to already know exactly what you like. I wonder if I stand a chance at all.” Of course, he stood more than a chance, he felt positive that he had already won. Taking a moment to consider his words, he found his eyes wandering to the exposed leg that her dress allowed. It gave him an idea.
Not taking his amber gaze away from the woman’s leg, which was quite attractive, he imagined what it would feel like to touch. He knew he would find out soon. “Speaking of clothes, what reason would a woman as yourself have for wearing something that deliberately exposes your leg in that way?” Looking back at the grey-haired woman’s face, he shrugged. “Am I being encouraged to look? To touch? Or do you just like the fresh air pressed against your skin? Either way, your clothing says a lot about you. People don’t think about that often enough.“ Running his fingers through his dark brown hair, he let the strands fall back around his face naturally. “Any man could dress this way, but so many are too blind to see the value of a clean shirt and a stylish look.” Looking back over his shoulder, he found that the rowdy young men in the corner were still there, and at the moment the waitress was tending to them. All of them were poorly dressed. They tried their hardest to win her over, but it was clear that she wasn’t interested. Her gaze kept finding Jasper, wanting more from him. Gesturing with a nod towards the group, he looked at the woman again. “See those fools? Even though that waitress isn’t a hard catch, none of them can succeed. Why?” Taking action, he reaching his arm out and placed his hand on the woman’s knee, knowing she wouldn’t pull away. As he spoke, he didn’t move his hand. “Maybe she can’t bear to go back to a smelly bunch like that. Before I showed up, they might have had a chance. Maybe it’s my clothes that makes her incapable of not looking this way every few seconds to see what I’m doing with you.” Pausing, a small smiled formed on his lips. “Or maybe it’s something else. As you said, I charmed her into a stupor. How did I do that, I wonder?” Shrugging once again, he pulled his hand away suddenly, as if he never intended to touch her at all. This should leave her with a small, growing desire for him to touch her. He was also curious to see if the woman would say what she did think he had been doing with the waitress. There was no way for her to have seen that his hand was under her skirt, but she seemed to realize that they weren’t just talking. He wanted her to know, of course. He would love to tell her, making her shudder at the thought of him doing the same to her.
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| Xaimee | Date: Wednesday, 05.December.2012, 2:19 PM | Message # 121 |
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Lieutenant colonel
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| When Ílima entered the room, she could not help but smile to see her friend had drifted off. Her eye travelled up her leg, partly wishing she could look at her friend’s red fur in proper light but it was probably still badly matted so it could wait. Sighing softly, she walked over to the table with the faintly glowing candle. With the lights on it seemed a waste to leave it on so she just blew it out. She assumed that the people here used candles since power was probably difficult to come by. It was likely they could not use their lights too late so that was why they had candles. She set down their undergarments, finding it oddly cute with their differing sets lying next to each other. Her fingers gently stroked the material of the other girl’s boyshorts, finding the cotton rather pleasant although she had never been a fan of such a cut – the ones she wore were the first pair she had found she liked the feel of. She remembered going from the most covering cut you could get and working her way down. If her current ones had failed then a thong was the only thing that was left and that rather embarrassed her to think about it. The Elf had no idea why it had been that way, but that was that.
She turned around, blushing slightly when she saw their discarded clothing scattered in the narrow part of the room where the bathroom reached out. Walking over silently on her bare feet, she picked up her dress, draping it over her arm before retrieving Arya’s discarded clothing also. She decided to use her powers to clean them just in case before carefully folding them all and resting them on the table. Her dress she hung up in a small wardrobe next to the table. It was hardly large enough to live in but was obviously there for guests to hang up clothing they may be wearing the next day. Her fingers gently ran over the texture of the Cynanthrope’s stockings as she walked past, remembering the pleasant feeling they gave her when they were pressed against her bare leg while they dined with Jasper.
Sighing and shaking her head, she finally retrieved their bag with their clothing, as well as Arya’s own bag, and set it down on the bed before sitting down next to the slumbering dog girl. She rested her hands by her sides, pushing slightly into the mattress while she leaned back slightly so she could look comfortably at her friend. Arya looked so peaceful now, miles away from the wild passion or broken heart of before. Both of them had been through so many different emotions over the past hour or so that it was hard to believe either of them were still capable of smiling.
Leaning down, she kissed the girl’s slightly open mouth, resisting the temptation to let her tongue leap through the gap in the other’s lips. “Arya,” said Ílima softly, gently stroking her messy hair out of her face. “I’m out of the shower. You really need to take one before you’re too tired to move.” Chuckling softly in amusement, the Elf girl got to her feet and began pulling at one of her friend’s arms. “Up you get. You need to get cleaned up.”
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Selena was amused by the man’s confidence. He was clearly used to getting his way and that was largely fine with her. Confident people tended to be easier to trick as opposed to weak people who were easier to dominate. Jasper was definitely the kind of man she simply had to lead on and he would give her what she wanted. He was already openly ogling her, his amber eyes tracing over her slightly tanned flesh. It was probably rather obvious she was not from around the area. In fact, she was from a completely different continent but that did not matter to the problem at hand.
She sniffed slightly at his foolish question about her clothing. “None of the above,” said the scholar haughtily. “It provides freedom of movement for me. It just so happens when I’m sitting down it leaves my leg exposed.” Shrugging gently, she listened to him as he gestured over to the waitress being courted, rather poorly, by the locals. She noted his hand on her knee, finding the warmth rather pleasant although the action did not exactly make her heart flutter.
“How did you charm the waitress?” The woman laughed. “Well first of all it’s obvious you have done things before. She keeps looking at you and she was doing that before you pulled her close. Second of all, no woman has those sorts of looks on her face from having their arm caressed, and third of all she’s no longer wearing any panties. You can tell by how her dress sits on her backside now. I can only assume you left her in a position she could no longer wear them.” She smirked slightly. “You are a shameless man, but you are rather amusing company.”
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| Syngey | Date: Wednesday, 05.December.2012, 6:15 PM | Message # 122 |
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| Arya slowly opened her eyes part of the way, confused. She felt something warm pressing gently against her lips. What was that? It felt comforting and nice. Why did she feel so tired though? Her body was sore from some kind of exertion that she couldn’t recall. She could hear a girl’s voice , but she couldn’t decipher what she was saying. Was someone talking to her? Through her partially opened eyes, she saw the blurry image of a figure leaning over her. It seemed familiar to her, but she couldn’t place it. As her arm was pulled, she felt herself waking up properly. Opening her eyes the rest of the way, she regained awareness. Letting herself be pulled to a sitting position, she remained on the bed looking up at the person who had woken her. Ah, it was Ílima, of course. Looking around, she recalled where they were. The room at the inn. Right. And she was wearing a bathrobe. Was she about to take a shower? Ílima had said something about that, right? As she had fallen asleep from pure exhaustion, she was finding it difficult to remember all that was going on. The last few mornings she had been woken up with such a shock that she didn’t have any trouble getting up, but usually she was not a morning person at all. It usually took her some time to really become aware of her surroundings.
Standing up, she yawned and nodded her head to show that she understood and that she was going to shower now. Barely looking ahead of her, she managed to walk to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She hadn’t spoken to the Elf, but she didn’t really think anything of it. Untying the robe, she let it fall on the ground without thinking. Naked, she stepped into the shower and yawned once more as she turned the water on. At first it was cold, shocking her body. Jumping back, she shivered and moved the dial so as to make the water warmer. Slowly, it became more tolerable and she stepped under the stream of water fully. Closing her eyes, she let it wash over her as she put her thoughts together. Turning around so that she wasn’t facing the water, her eyes shot open as she remembered why it was that she needed a shower in the first place.
As the memory of what she had just done with Ílima flooded over her, Arya felt her jump. That’s right, how could she have forgotten even for a second? Taking up a bar of soap placed there by the housekeepers, she rubbed it over her body, remembering how it felt to be touched by the other girl. Biting her bottom lip, she recalled how she had bitten Ílima too. Ah, that was a little embarrassing. Should she ask the Elf about that? She wanted to make sure she wasn’t hurt. And, well, she thought that she might want to do it again, so it was probably good to make sure that was okay with her. Setting the soap on a shelf in the shower, she took up a bottle labeled ‘Shampoo’ and poured a generous amount into her hands before lathering her hair. It felt good to wash her hair properly. Closing her eyes, she smiled softly, thinking of the girl in the other room.
Rinsing off, she felt the soap running down her body. It was a pleasant feeling, but not as pleasant as how she had felt earlier. She was actually surprised that it felt so good. It was the first time that someone else had touched her like that. Curious, she had touched herself before, and she certainly enjoyed that, but it was nothing compared to what Ílima had done to her. Blushing, she suddenly felt herself wondering if the other girl had ever touched herself before. Why did she want to know something like that. Shaking her head, she turned the water off and took a deep breath. She didn’t to get some control.
Reaching for a white towel that was neatly folded on a rack outside of the shower, Arya dried herself off. It was about as soft as the robe, so now that soft, but it would do. It was certainly better than trying to dry off naturally. Oh, she had forgotten to bring clothes in with her. Where was the outfit she had gotten at the store anyway? Trying to remember, she thought she must have just dropped it when they entered the room. It was difficult to recall all of the details. Wrapping the towel around her body, she secured it in place by tucking it into itself. It was large enough to cover her, but it stopped above her knees, so it wasn’t a large towel. As she walked towards the door her feet touched the robe she had dropped on the floor. Forgetting it was there, she was surprised to see it. Reaching down, she picked it up, thinking it was going to be wet from the floor, considering that their bodies had been there recently. But she found that it was fine. Looking around, she realized the whole bathroom was clean and it didn’t smell like their bodies at all. Was it Ílima’s doing? Not needing the robe now, she hung it back up on the door and stepped back into the room, intending to find her new sleep clothes to put them on.
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The woman’s reasoning about her clothing didn’t convince Jasper, but he wasn’t going to push it. If she really was that concerned about mobility she wouldn’t be wearing something that complicated. Wouldn’t pants be easier to move in? Or a dress that wasn’t so long? She was either in denial or trying to avoid giving him the pleasure of being right. Jasper got the distinct feeling that she thought she was toying with him, but she was underestimating him if that was the case. He wasn’t just an overconfident fool trying to find something to dip into for the night. He was a pro. Well, either way, she hadn’t pushed his hand away, so he was right about that at least. Next time he wouldn’t stop at her knee. He had enjoyed feeling her soft skin, and now that he had a taste he wasn’t going to back down easily. It had a nice tone to it as well, a little color that set her apart from the other women in this area. Jasper thought she must be as exotic as she looked.
Curiously, he settled his eyes on the woman’s face as she ventured a guess about what he had been doing to the waitress. Amused at her realization that the girl had abandoned her panties after their fun, he realized that he was dealing with someone with great attention to detail. Impressive. So, she had figured it out. His amber eyes shone with pleasure at hearing her say that he had left the waitress with no other choice. Good, so she understood that the girl had enjoyed herself. Perhaps she would now imagine what it would be like to have him all to herself. If he could do that to a waitress in a crowded bar, with just one hand, what might he be able to do in a secluded bedroom? Well, he knew of course, but he wanted her to think about that.
Flipping a strand of hair that had fallen over his eye, Jasper’s expression appeared nonchalant. “Shameless? Perhaps, but I don’t see what I would have to be ashamed about. I was simply returning a favor I owed, and she certainly didn’t seem to mind.” A small smirk appeared on his lips as he leaned forward across the table a bit, lowering his voice. As he moved closer, she would now be able to smell his vanilla-orange scent, and see up close that he was an attractive man. There was no denying that. “It sounds like you were watching pretty closely. Waiting for your drink? Feeling impatient and angry that your waitress was wasting time with me? Is that what you’ll say?” As he spoke in this near whisper, he moved his hand back under the table and slid his hand up the woman’s exposed thigh very slowly, barely touching her with his fingertips. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he looked at her with scrutiny, trying to read her thoughts. Just before his fingers reached the area where he might have been able to feel her panties, he pulled away without warning and sat back in his chair, putting considerable distance between the two as he put his hands behind his head. His voice was its normal volume again. “Besides, shame just holds people back from acting on their desires. What a waste.” He eyes rested on the woman’s lips as he spoke, wondering how they felt.
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| Xaimee | Date: Thursday, 06.December.2012, 10:53 AM | Message # 123 |
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| Ílima found Arya’s zombie act kind of amusing as she lurched out of the bed into the bathroom. Smiling and shaking her head, she sat back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. She could hear the sounds of the shower, even the other girl’s breath is she listened closely enough. Closing her eyes, she let herself fall back to rest halfway on the bed. Her legs hung off the end, partially open although the robe only parted to show a thin sliver of one of her thighs. The top was very much secured, leaving her modestly attired. She was aware that it would be easy to lose this attire and be exposed completely, but after earlier events, it was difficult to be really afraid of being seen by her roommate.
She wondered briefly how the Cynanthrope felt about everything. In truth, she really had no idea what to feel about it either. On one hand, she was a little upset at losing control so easily and ending up with them having sex. She wanted to call it making love but she hesitated at that phrase. The Elf really liked the dog girl, but she had no idea what the depths of her feelings were for her. She was hesitant to think about someone like that, especially after only a couple of days together. On the other hand, they wanted to live together and they had just had sex. The physical attraction between them was strong and they certainly talked a reasonable amount too. Was that love or did things need to be stronger? She had no idea, her understanding of a topic like that was confined to fiction.
Sighing softly, she decided that it was starting to feel a little uncomfortable being naked under her robe, but she did not feel quite like taking off her robe either. She got up and headed over to the table, picking up her white panties and pulling them up her legs, adjusting her robes to sit properly on her again once she had finished. Feeling a lot more secure now, the Elf girl moved back to the bed and laid down.
As she laid there, Ílima found herself drifting off a little. Shuffling around in an attempt to wake herself up, she did not really notice her robe opening up to reveal herself from the waist down at the front, her panties completely visible.
Groaning tiredly when she heard the door opening, she opened her eyes and sat up to watch Arya reenter the room. Smiling softly, the Elf girl admired her slender form clad in the rather old and worn looking towel. She patted the spot on the bed next to her, still not realising quite how exposed she was on her bottom half. Once her friend was sitting in front of her, she gently pulled some of her dark wet hair over her shoulder. “I’ll help dry,” she said softly, using her powers to generate heat on her hand. She used her powers to form the heat into a comb like shape made of carefully controlled hot air. Running it through her friend’s soft hair, she used her other hand to pick up long pieces to run her air comb through. “You have wonderful hair,” she said softly, shifting onto her knees so she could move a little closer to the other’s back.
Finishing off, her hands moved to rest on the other’s bare shoulders. She intended to move them but found herself suddenly frozen. “Do you mind if I ask you something?” said Ílima, blushing softly. “What is it like to grow hair on your body? Elves cannot do it. I’ve always been fascinated by the concept, but yours feels more like fur than hair. Is that because you’re a Cynanthrope?” Her cheeks grew hotter, feeling very awkward at her insane question.
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The scholar could tell the man did not really believe his explanation but that was not her concern. It was true she had left out some pertinent details but that was her own to keep to herself. Her homeland had particular rules on clothing and she had kept up most of their traditions after leaving to travel across the world. It was not because she cared much about her people’s old-fashioned ways, but mostly because growing up and working in such clothing had become so normal to her that she felt uncomfortable in anything else. The main difference was that she had a tailor create her clothing from thicker cloth than normal since the Green Woeld was much cooler than her homeland.
Her eyes flicked downwards as he leaned close, his hand gently tracing over her exposed leg. The tanned flesh was toned from lots of walking and reacted to his touch by coming out in goosebumps. She tensed slightly, but largely kept her cool as his scent washed over her. The smell was really quite strong, giving her a bit of a light head when combined with the alcohol she was currently drinking. Sniffing softly, the woman swapped her legs over so the covered one was on top. “I tend to observe everything going on around me. I admit your rather shameless behaviour did capture more of my attention than normal. It was quite a surprise.” Draining her glass, she stood up and dusted herself down. “I am afraid my drink is over. You have interested me but I do not feel like sitting here any longer and I do not want to drink. I guess this is goodbye unless you have a place we can spend more time talking.”
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| Syngey | Date: Thursday, 20.December.2012, 1:16 PM | Message # 124 |
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| Arya yawned as she stepped into the room, covering her mouth her hand as she looked at her surroundings. She still hadn’t really processed everything, although she had a clearer head after the shower. When her eyes rested on her friend sitting on the bed, a small smile formed on her lips. It was nice to see her waiting for her. When beckoned, Arya made her way to the bed and sat down next to Ílima with a relaxed sigh. Turning her head to look at the Elf, her gaze naturally fell on the girl’s exposed area. Her heart jumped at the sight of the other girl’s panties, remembering what they had done not long ago. The whole experience was still fresh in her mind and body. It was almost as if she could feel the warmth and pleasure reverberating through her once again. As Ílima moved her hair, the wet strands slid across her bare shoulder, softly tickling her, causing her to shiver. Unsure of what she meant by helping her dry, she remained still, waiting to see what would happen, and trying to repress the urge to reach out and touch her inviting body.
She was relieved from her desire when Ílima moved to her knees. While Arya was a little disappointed to lose the nice view, it was probably for the best. And besides, she was becoming rather distracted by the strange drying technique that the Elf was using on her. At first, Arya had simply thought she was playing with her hand, running her hand over her hand. While this felt nice, she didn’t really see how it would dry her hair. But, after a moment, she could feel something warm. Curious, she turned to look at her hair as Ílima moved her hand over it. To her surprise, she could see that it was drying. Her red-gold eyes widened with interest, wanting to ask how she was doing that. She also wanted to ask the Elf what was so great about her hair, as she really couldn’t see anything special about it. She was glad to hear that Ílima thought it was nice though. Her hair just wasn’t something she had ever given much thought to. It was easy to maintain, and it looked nice enough, but she didn’t consider the fact that other people might be interested in it.
Feeling warm and content, both because of the literal heat from the drying and the happiness she felt from being so close to Ílima, Arya closed her eyes to enjoy this moment. Her body and mind relaxed, not thinking of anything in particular. When Ílima finished with her hair, she opened her eyes, expecting that they would move and finish getting ready for bed. She wasn’t bothered by the fact that they remained still though, as she quite liked having the other girl touch her. Hearing the Elf speak, she looked over her shoulder to glance at her face, wondering what she was so nervous to ask. Seeing her blush, Arya felt her own face warm up, causing her to look away. She was struck by how cute the other girl looked when she blushed. She really had an adorable expression.
Further embarrassed by the question posed, Arya’s cheeks flushed with color as she tried to think of a response. She had never really thought about this subject before. In fact, she just assumed everyone looked the same as her. Well, that was until she saw Ílima. Remembering how soft her bare skin had been, she felt a slight tremor. Shaking off the thought, she tried to answer as best she could. “Well…I’m not really sure. I don’t really notice it though. It just feels normal.” Feeling a little embarrassed at how little she knew about her own kind, she struggled to come up with something to say. “That’s probably right. I just wouldn’t really know…” Trailing off, she found there wasn’t any way to explain her body hair. It was more like fur, that was true, so it most likely did have something to do with her being a Cynanthrope. But, beyond knowing the name for what she was, she knew very little about what it meant. All she had to go on were stories and the bits and pieces her aunt had been willing to tell her, which wasn’t much. That was why she left.
Turning her body around to face Ílima, Arya shifted to her knees to match the other girl’s posture. Taking her hands in her hers, she smiled. She didn’t want her friend to think she was bothered by her question, because she really wasn’t. “I guess I don’t really know that much about myself…but that’s one of the reasons I came on this journey. I want to find out more about who I am, what I am.” She wanted Ílima to know everything about her, but she couldn’t tell her what she didn’t know. Moving forward, she pulled the Elf close to her, bringing their bodies together as she kissed her gently. She wanted Ílima to be a part of her journey from now on.
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Jasper felt the woman’s body react, ever so slightly, to his touch. Although he could tell she was trying to keep her composure. She was a stubborn one, that much was obvious. He believed that she wanted him, or was at least interested in having him for the night, but she also seemed intent on maintaining control for some reason. Would she give that up once they got to his room? He was, after all, convinced at this point that they were headed in the direction. She could keep up this act as much as she wanted, but he had been around enough women to read her with confidence. The way she quickly moved her legs to brush off his touch was just another confirmation of that. Smirking, Jasper wondered why she was so against being turned on in public. Did it make her feel exposed? Weak? Well, he would make her feel all of those things soon enough. He would make her body melt under his touch.
Pulling his hand back, Jasper sat upright and listened to the woman speak. It was obvious what she wanted. She was probably more interested in finding a place to sleep tonight, but he didn’t mind being used, as long as he got something in return, which he intended to. Looking up at her figure as she stood before him, he took everything in with his amber eyes. Perhaps he was shameless. Standing up to meet her, Jasper flicked a piece of his hair away from his eyes, moving close to her as he spoke. “Then may I shamelessly suggest we move this conversation to my room upstairs?” Leaning forward, he considered kissing her here, in front of everyone, wondering how angry should would be at the display, but decided to save that for later. Instead, he moved his lips to her ear, whispering softly, letting his breath gently play against her sensitive skin. “I promise to give you my undivided attention.” Without another word, assuming she would follow, he walked towards the stairs, heading straight to his room.
Unlocking the door, Jasper glanced at the room next to his, wondering once again what the girls were doing. Probably asleep by this time. Even though he had found something to entertain him for the night, he still regretted not being with them. Oh well, he would try again tomorrow. Moving inside the room, he turned on the light and glanced around quickly to make sure everything looked neat enough. Satisfied, he invited the woman inside, bowing slightly as he called her. “Is this suitable for our…conversation?” Reaching up to touch his vest pocket, he felt his cigarettes there, wanting to smoke one. Hesitating, he wondered if she would find that unpleasant. Something told him she would complain, so he stopped himself from smoking, for the time being. Instead, he moved over to the desk and poured a glass of water from a jug placed there by the staff. Holding the glass out to the woman, he offered it to her. He thought she might want some water after all that alcohol, and he didn’t want her drunk.
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| Xaimee | Date: Thursday, 20.December.2012, 5:58 PM | Message # 125 |
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| Ílima was pleased that Arya seemed happy with the job she did drying her hair. It looked good and her long hair framed her red gold eyes beautifully as their gaze met. The dog girl was the first person she had ever felt truly comfortable with making eye contact. Even her brother made her feel too nervous to look and they had gotten so used to be around each other that they bothered ever trying. Her girlfriend was so beautiful. She was strong, tall and caring. She knew she could trust her with anything and that she would remain loyal to the end. The Elf girl briefly wondered about using such a title when it came to the other girl. Friend did not seem strong enough, girlfriend sounded so foreign, and ‘lover’ frightened her. If she was honest, lover was the best term but she could not even think about using that aloud or even in her head. Arya was Arya. That seemed the best way to look at it for now.
She smiled tenderly at the Cynanthrope’s discomfort at her question. It had been a rather awkward question, doubly so considering her ignorance of her own kind. Her heart went out to the girl, knowing so little of what she was and trying to find out more. It must be so hard not to know what you were capable of or where you came from. No one knew his or her full potential, but even to not know what you could do right now must be a horrible feeling.
Her eyes and smiled grew bright as Arya turned around, joining their hands and looking into her violet eyes. “I can tell you what I know about who you are,” said Ílima softly, squeezing the other girl’s hands lovingly. “You are kind, wonderful and beautiful. You have made me so very happy. I hope I get to know more about who and what you are too.” Her eyes fluttered closed as they both raised themselves up on their knees to press their bodies together, kissing passionately but without the same hunger and unrestrained desire of earlier. The Elf girl was aware only thin layers of fabric separated their bodies from one another, but this time she did not feel the need to remove those barriers – the warmth of their skin was easy to feel through the robe and towel.
Apparently, the towel had not been as secure as they thought when their kiss ended. As they settled back down, her eyes widened slightly as she realised a very much naked Arya was sitting in front of her. Her eyes took in everything, taking advantage of the light, to take in as much detail as she could considering she was kneeling. From the deep red fur that reminded her of the dog girl’s animal form that peeked up from between her toned legs to the tannish pink nipples that were growing a little hard from the cool air of the room. She wanted to touch her body, perhaps be a little more adventurous than before when it felt like the other was doing all the work. Biting her lip, she leaned in to kiss the top of her lover’s head before pulling back. “We should get changed for bed…” She smiled softly and blushed. “Could you hold me? I feel safer…” The Elf sighed. “I hope I don’t have another one of those dreams…”
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Selena smiled slightly, rather amused by his invitation. “You asked me in a perfectly respectable manner… apart from the shameless crack.” She had just been about to turn around in the direction of the stairs to the rooms when he was suddenly in front of her. Her body tensed, ready to act should he try to force himself upon her. Instead, to her surprise, the man whispered into her ear. Colour came to her cheeks despite herself, her thoughts and plans thrown completely off track by such a simple gesture. She had met bold men in her time, but the sheer bravado and charm he oozed was even starting to get through to her cynical and scholarly mind. Biting her lip for a moment, the young woman was silently thankful when he backed off and took the lead – she was sure she would have fallen into his arms if he had stayed close.
She noted his hesitation, not surprised by it as he slightly teased her over them having a ‘conversation’. It was true that she had no intention of speaking with Jasper any longer and simply wished to sleep in a bed for the night. The bed did not look too great, but it would be better than sleeping out in the forest in just her clothes. As it was, she had begun to cast the sleeping spell as soon as they had reached the stairs. Her very large sleeves made it easy to hide her hands as she made the gestures and whispered the incantation under her breath. She wished she had more talent for this kind of thing so that it did not take so long, but she was new at using magic and it took a lot of chanting to get even the simplest spell working for her. The scholar hoped that with more practice, she would sharpen her will, but for now, she would have to take her time with this incantation. Shaking her head as he offered her a glass of water, Selena hoped he did not notice her hand starting to glow a little as the magic finally began to take shape. It would just require a few more moments and simple touch from her glowing hand to send him into a deep sleep. She just hoped he did not notice what was going on nor did something outrageous to break her concentration in the last vital moments…
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| Syngey | Date: Friday, 21.December.2012, 0:50 AM | Message # 126 |
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| Arya was sure that no one had ever come close to saying something as nice as what she heard Ílima say. She felt a strange ache in her heart, almost like pain, pressing against her chest. The Elf seemed so sincere. She felt like the other girl truly wanted to know everything there was to know about her. Arya really didn’t think she was that interesting, though, especially not compared to Ílima. She was utterly fascinating. Everything she did was amazing and unexpected. Her curiosity was constantly peaked by the things that she did, and it was difficult not to flood her with questions. But, that wasn’t what Arya wanted to do right now. As she kissed the girl’s soft lips, and as their bodies touched, she felt warm, inside and out. More than anything, the Cynanthrope was happy to hear that the other girl wanted to go on this journey with her. She wanted to discover things with her. This meant she wouldn’t have to go it alone, which was a very comforting thought.
As their lips slowly parted, Arya felt that she hadn’t wanted the kiss to end. She didn’t feel the same uncontrolled urges as before, but there was a flicker of desire pulsing through her body as their lips met. But Ílima had pulled away, so she must not have been thinking the same thing. She was probably tired and just wanted to get to bed. That was fine. Arya was exhausted, mentally and physically, so it was for the best. While considering this, she became aware of a chill coming over her that was not there before. Looking down, she was surprised to find that the towel and slid off her body, revealing her to Ílima. Instinctually, she reached for the towel, intending to pull it back up and cover herself. Arya couldn’t forget what the Elf had said to her about modesty. And she didn’t want to seem like she was trying to suggest something to the girl, like she was pushing for more intimacy again. As she gripped the towel, she couldn’t help but glance at Ílima, to see if she was looking, and she was. Feeling a flush of color pass over her cheeks, she found that she liked the fact that she was looking at her body. Did she like what she saw?
Arya continued to hold onto the towel, looking at the other girl, but she didn’t move to cover herself. When Ílima leaned forward, her heart started beating faster, wondering what she was going to do. Her nipples felt hard, partly from the cold and partly from her imagination jumping to conclusions. Feeling the girl’s lips press against her head was both a relief and a disappointment. Arya thought her body would break in some way if the Elf did more than that just now, but she also secretly wanted her to touch her, if that’s what she wanted to do. Not only that, but she found her eyes focused solely on the Elf’s chest as she leaned over her, catching sight of the soft, sensitive skin she had been kissing not long ago. Swallowing hard, she wondered how she could be feeling this way after all that they had just done. Shouldn’t she be too exhausted to even think about this? Hearing Ílima ask to be held, Arya didn’t hesitate, even though she knew that the girl had been referring to when they went to sleep and not right this moment.
Ignoring the fact that she was now naked, Arya wrapped her arms around the other girl’s slender body, pulling her close so that she could feel her through the robe. She wished she could feel Ílima better, but that might be too much for her to handle right now anyway. She was tired after all, and she couldn’t imagine doing more than holding her. Well, maybe they could kiss a little more. Without saying a word, she pressed her lips against Ílima’s once again, this time hoping to feel her tongue like she had before. She told herself that she just wanted to kiss a little. Then they could change and go to sleep. But first, she just wanted a kiss. Surely Ílima wouldn’t mind, right?
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Jasper did not fail to notice the way the woman reacted to his small gesture before walking upstairs. It made him wonder if he should have tried more, but he had plenty of time for that now. He had made his intentions perfectly clear, and she had followed willingly. Even if she had intended to only use him for a room, she wasn’t a naïve girl, so she would realize that his mind was occupied with much more than bunking together for the night. No, there was no possible way that she could not want what he wanted. That being the situation, when she declined the offer of water, Jasper took that, and her silence, to mean that she was eager to move past the idle chatter and get to the main event. Well, the main event would take some time building up to, but he intended to get started right away now that he felt she wouldn’t reject his moves.
Setting the glass aside, Jasper took a few steps across the floor towards the woman. Seeing that she didn’t object, verbally or physically, he continued to walk until he was standing so close that their bodies were nearly touching, but he withheld contact for a slight moment. Without speaking, feeling that her body was inviting him without words being necessary, he leaned in close as he had before, but this time he didn’t plan on whispering in her ear. Although, he did go for her ear. Ever so gently, he kissed the woman’s right ear before using his tongue to slowly trace the outside of the ear, moving down to the lobe, which he bit just barely. Having teased the woman a little, he took the next step forward.
Bringing his lips downward, Jasper kissed the woman’s neck as he moved his right hand up to the side of her face, slipping his fingers through her hair. It was a little difficult with the collar the woman was wearing, but he managed. Stopping his lips for a moment, he sucked on the soft skin as he pressed his body against the woman’s, maneuvering himself so that her right leg was between his legs and his left leg between hers. This allowed him to put a gentle, but firm, pressure on her most intimate parts, while experiencing some of the same feeling himself as a warm heat flowed through his body, moving upwards from his lower region. Not wanting to leave a mark on the woman’s exposed neck, he moved his lips away and brought them to her mouth now.
Before kissing her fully, Jasper teased her with the thought by licking her bottom lip and actually parting her lips with his tongue, slipping it in as he moved to kiss her. Sliding his tongue against hers, he kissed her with intensity, wanting to show her exactly what he planned to do. She could have backed out at any moment, but he felt no resistance from her. Instead, she seemed to be rather enjoying herself, if only a bit taken aback by his sudden move. It was good that she hadn’t tried to stop him now, as it would have been difficult to slow down after getting this far. He had self-control of course, and he could stop if he had to, but he certainly didn’t want to.
Massaging the woman’s tongue with his own, Jasper held her hair with one hand, but the other hand was still free. Not wanting to waste it, he moved his left hand now to find out what was underneath the woman’s dress. Starting at the top, he cupped her left breast in his hand, liking what he found. He wanted to get under her clothing, but the dress was a little complicated for him, and since he didn’t like to waste time on figuring out how to take something off, he went for a more direct approach. Pulling back from the woman’s lips, he looked down at the dress, taking it in with a smirk. “How about you take that off?” As he spoke, he squeezed the woman’s breast, making his intentions clear. That is, if she took it off, he would take care of the rest. While she followed his suggestion, he tossed his vest aside and slipped his belt off, as that would most certainly be in the way soon. He also took this opportunity to kick his shoes off.
Once the woman had removed her dress, Jasper took a moment to give her figure a good look over. It was a pleasing physique, and her choice of underwear was particularly nice. It suited her perfectly. “Look at what you’ve been hiding under all that fabric.” Smirking, he resumed his play. Pulling the woman to him this time, he put his arms around her body, his right hand on the back of her head and his other pressed against the small of her back, moving down to squeeze her bottom over her panties. Kissing her with passion, he slipped his tongue back into her mouth, relishing the sweet taste of her saliva, making him yearn to feel the other wetness she had to offer. Taking the lead, he moved her backwards towards the bed, gently, but forcibly, pushing her down onto the mattress so that her body was stretched out fully. Pulling his shirt off over his head, he threw it to the floor before crawling on the bed over the woman, revealing a toned upper body, slender but fit and strong. His chest hair was barely visible, and it was thin, not because he shaved it, although people had thought that in the past. Not that anyone complained. His skin was soft and inviting this way. Propped up on his hands and knees, Jasper looked down at the woman with a glimmer in his eyes. He was hunger for her body.
Bringing his lips down to her chest, he licked the top of her right breast, pushing his tongue under the bra ever so slightly, just barely crazing her nipple. He could feel that it was hard, and it turned him on even more. His body was throbbing now, filling him with desire as he became hard, causing a bulge to form in his pants. Wanting to continue teasing the woman a bit, he held back the urge to rip her bra off and instead moved his lips farther down her body, licking and kissing her stomach. When he reached her silky panties, he pushed his tongue under the fabric briefly as he had done with the bra. He felt her body hair, messy and unkempt, but this didn’t turn him off. Rather, it excited him further. After sucking deeply on the sensitive skin just above the line of her panties, Jasper sat up, resting back on his knees and freeing up his hands. Reaching down with his right hand, he pressed his fingers against the woman’s panties, finding the wet spot he was looking for. Smirking, he played with her through the silk. “Shall I make you feel good? Make you feel better than that waitress? Is that what you want?” He knew she would say yes, but he wanted to hear her say it. He wanted her to beg for it.
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| Xaimee | Date: Friday, 21.December.2012, 6:44 AM | Message # 127 |
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| Ílima could not tear her eyes away from Arya as she knelt in front of her. It was so different than before when they were in just candlelight -- her night vision allowed her to see everything in black and white in the darkness, or gold outlines using her magic. She found the other girl's figure beautiful, her gentle curves and toned limbs. The dog girl might not have been as well endowed or have as good skin as her, but that was meaningless to her. They were different people and completely different species. What she did know is that she found her beautiful and could look at her all night. It was funny to think how afraid she had been of seeing someone in that state, but now it made her happy. She wondered briefly if the other girl was an exception or if she had come to be more liberal in her attitudes to immodesty, or female immodesty at least.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the Cynanthrope's sudden movement. She tensed slightly as the other girl tossed aside the towel she had been holding tentatively and pulled her into a tight embrace. Their bodies crushed together once more, their breasts squishing together with only the thin rough fabric of her robe separating them. The girl dislike the feeling, wanting their flesh to be together. Her nipples were growing slightly hard, growing doubly quickly when she felt the tips of her lover's breasts growing hard and rubbing against her own. She smiled into their kiss, blushing when she felt the girl's tongue lick across her lips. Surprised at her desire for such a kiss, the Elf girl hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth so their tongues could entwine. If she was honest with herself, she loved kissing the dog girl like this and it felt too good to say no.
When their long lingering kiss finally ended, she sat back slightly. The Elf girl felt suddenly a little cooler than before, glancing down to find that somehow her robe had come undone during their kissing. She had no idea how it happened since she was certain Arya's hands were occupied holding her but it had happened nonetheless. Biting her lip, Ílima blushed as she knelt before her lover, the valley between her pale breasts, most of her stomach and her panties exposed by the open garment. She was tempted to remove the robe completely, evening up their state of dress somewhat, but instead she leaned closer until they were hugging tightly once more, her eyes closing as she tried to calm her rapidly beating heart. For some reason, despite everything that had happened, the Elf girl felt a little embarrassed again. Her movement and their bodies pushing together spread the robe a little more open, barely hanging onto the edge of her shoulders as she felt their warm skin pressing together in places.
Opening her eyes, she found her violet gaze staring straight into Arya's red gold orbs. Biting her lip, she hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth and kissing the dog girl. Her tongue slid out so they were entwined and working against each other once more. Still holding the girl tightly, one of her hands rest on the small of the girl's back, skimming across the top of her pert buttocks before growing still. The temptation to grab the Cynanthrope's rear was suddenly powerful, but she resisted, instead concentrating on using her other hand to play with the bottom of her dark brown hair.
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The scholar was finding it tricky to keep her concentration. She was used to men she tricked like this getting a little frisky but something about this man put her on edge. Her entire body tensed when his tongue traced along his ear. Hurrying her chanting, the woman only needed a minute or so to complete her spell. She did her best to blank out the sensation of his lips kissing up her neck. She felt a little whorish doing this, feeling like she might lose her concentration any moment and end up selling her body for a room. Her chanting almost went awry when his legs pushed against her intimate parts through her dress, her breath almost rushing out in a moan. Thankfully, the words still came out but she was finding it harder and harder to keep her will focussed on the energy coalescing in her hand.
She had been so distracted that Jasper's lips caught her own before she could turn her face away. The spell dissipated instantly as did her resistance to the man's advances. Selena's body went limp in his, her mouth opening obediently to permit his tongue entry. Moaning softly, her arms hung loosely by her side as she melted into his arms. Her rational mind screamed at her, but for some reason this person overrode that with his lips. She could not resist him, even as his hand grasped her left breast and squeezed it through the material of her clothing. Another moan escaped the woman's lips, her entire body shuddering from the pleasure that shot through her body.
All too soon, the kiss was over and he moved away from her. Looking at him, her golden eyes were shining with sadness and desire. Selena wanted more despite everything telling her that she did not want to give her body to this stranger. Despite that, when he ordered her to remove her clothing, the scholar found herself obediently obeying, giving him a vacant nod.
Reaching up, she undid the blue ribbon in her hair holding up her ponytail followed by the second one that kept the hair out of her face. Placing them down on the table next to her, her cloth bracers came off next, joining the ribbons followed by her soft boots. Placing them under the table, she contemplated removing her grey stockings before deciding against it. She removed her collar next, placing that down carefully before hesitating when it came to finally removing her dress. Slowly, she untucked the outer grey part and unwrapped it from the front and around her waist before placing it down. She now stood in a very short blue garment that just covered her backside. That was the last part to come off, an she found her shaky fingers doing it despite every instinct telling her not to. A few moments later, the short kimono like garment was sitting on the tale neatly folded.
She turned back to the man who had made her strip down to her undergarments, her arms hugging herself tightly as she cringed slightly. No one had ever seen her like this since her last boyfriend a couple of years ago. She had not even thought of ending up in this position. The scholar was thankful she had chosen some fancy underwear but things would look terrible if she took off her panties -- the woman could not remember the last time she had given her bush a trim. At least she had remembered to shave her arms and legs yesterday...
They were kissing against almost immediately, her arms pinned between their bodies as their tongues entwined. Her tanned cheeks grew a fiery red as he grabbed her backside, the flesh soft from spending too long sitting in front of books although it was not too bad considering the lack of vehicles forced her to walk everywhere. Her breasts pushed up against his chest, the fabric of his shirt rubbing against the tops of her breasts. Why could she not stop him doing things to her? Why had she removed her clothing at his command? The man had not magic or ability to enforce his will, but despite that she could not stop her body following his every word.
Soon she was lying on the bed, her body stretched out so nothing was hidden from his gaze should he wish to remove more of her clothing. Looking up, her golden eyes were half-closed as she watched him take off his shirt, admiring his toned form despite herself. Her body grew tense again as he crawled onto the bed, hanging in the air above her before his lips descended. A whimpering moan escaped her as the man licked the tanned flesh bulging above her bra. Her buttocks clenched as he pushed under the silk of her bra, grazing the hard dark tan tip of her breast before he moved away. Part of her wanted him to tear her bra off and feast on her bosom, but her rational part that was growing quieter at the moment told her she should be thankful he did not.
The woman moaned softly as his lips and tongue worked its way down her tan coloured flesh. She found herself exclaiming her pleasure, speaking in her native Desert Tongue rather than the Woeld Tongue of the local area. Blushing at her slip, she bit her lip and curled her fingers into the cheap sheets they laid upon. How had she ended up like this? She almost felt her heart plummet as his tongue pushed into her grey body hair. Her cheeks grew bright red, her eyes closing as she cringed.
Looking up as he spoke, the scholar moaned softly as he teased her private parts, causing the grey silk to grow even wetter than it already was. She took a long time to answer him, too ashamed to vocally admit her weakness. His implied command was just as powerful as his explicit one, her mouth opening before she cold stop it. "Yes," murmured Selena.
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| Syngey | Date: Friday, 21.December.2012, 12:42 PM | Message # 128 |
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| Arya held tightly onto the Elf’s body as they embraced, wishing she wasn’t just touching the rough fabric of the robe. Her skin was so much nicer. She happily met her tongue as her mouth opened up to her, feeling a rush of pleasure sweep over her, a bit disappointed to feel the kiss end when it did. However, she had something else to focus her attention on as the girl pulled away from her. It appeared as though she had managed to cause Ílima’s robe to slide down while they had kissed. Unable to look away, Arya’s gaze rested on the exposed breasts that she had seen plenty of earlier. Despite how much she had seen before, she felt aroused at the sight of the supple flesh, causing her body to tingle. Was she really that attracted to the Elf’s body? This was such a new feeling that she wasn’t sure how to react. She wanted to reach out and touch the other girl, but she stopped herself, remembering how tired she must be.
Opening her mouth to speak, not sure what she would actually say, Arya was taken by surprise when she felt Ílima embracing her once again. As their bodies met, she felt herself shiver, enjoying the sensation. Her heart was beating strongly in her chest as it pressed against the other girl’s chest. Unable to think straight, she tried to decide what to do with her body. She could feel it practically calling out, begging to be touched more, and to touch Ílima. Should she stop herself or just give in once more? The Elf had embraced her this time, so perhaps she was trying to tell her to keep going. Maybe she was overthinking all of this. It was just an innocent hug, probably.
Arya’s heart fluttered a bit when her gaze met the violet eyes of the Elf-girl as she looked straight at her. She really was beautiful. How was she supposed to keep her hands to herself when she looked at her like that? As if to answer her question, Ílima leaned in for a kiss, which Arya accepted fully, returning her gesture as their tongues danced together. Shuddering under the Elf’s touch, she yearned to be touched even more. Pushing her body against Ílima’s, she slipped her arms around her body once more, holding her as close as possible. Lightly running her left hand up and down the girl’s upper back, she enjoyed the feeling of her soft skin. Her own hands were a bit rougher than the Elf’s, but she still had a soft touch. Her other hand ran horizontally around her back, working her way to her stomach area.
Feeling her way along Ílima’s skin, Arya gently played with the sensitive skin just above her panties as she put some distance between their bodies to allow for her touch. Her fingers practically moved without her telling them to, drawing closer and closer to the Elf’s lower region. Pulling away from the kiss now, her breath was heavy as she found it difficult to calm herself. Looking down, she pulled the robe open and away from covering the girl’s body completely. Revealing everything, her face flushed slightly at the sight, keeping her gaze on the white panties, wishing she hadn't put them on. Hesitating, she brought her eyes back to Ílima’s face, speaking in a soft tone. “Can I touch you again?” It was a simple question, but she felt like she really should ask for permission this time. If the Elf was tired, she would stop, but she found that she wanted to touch her again if she could.
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Jasper looked down on the figure laid out beneath him, admiring the woman’s body. He was a little impressed at his ability to get her to bend to his will so easily, but he was rather charming, so it shouldn’t be a surprise really. As he waited for her to give her answer, he continued to press his fingers against her silky panties, feeling her growing wetter beneath his touch. The sound of her quiet moans were quite pleasing, but he intended to make her cry out loudly before he was finished with her. He no longer cared if the girls heard him in their room next door. Perhaps the lovely sounds this woman was going to make would intrigue them; he only wished he could see their faces when they heard her. Pushing his fingers harder against panties, he watched her expression as she forced herself to say what he requested.
Although she only managed to say one word, a satisfied smirk formed on his lips. “As you wish.” Not taking his hand away from the woman’s panties, he leaned downwards again, bringing his other hand to her breasts and his lips to her mouth. Kissing her, he kept his tongue in his own mouth this time, not wanting to lose his concentration as his hand worked around her back to undo her bra. It was an easy enough accomplishment, unhooking it as he pushed the woman’s back upwards slightly to pull the bra off. The fact that it was strapless made this task quite simple. Tossing the bra aside, he took his lips away from the woman’s mouth and moved them down to her chest. Cupping one breast with his hand, he licked the other, gently, playing with the dark tan nipple, sucking on it as his other hand continued its work against her panties.
Firmly squeezing the woman’s breast, Jasper slipped his other hand under the silk panties. He was immediately met with the woman’s unkempt hair, mixed with her wetness from the pleasure she was already feeling. Rubbing his fingers along the hair, mingling it even more with her wetness, he licked the dark, hard tip of the woman’s other breast before pulling his mouth away. Bringing a finger downwards, he stopped it just before entering her, barely grazing the entrance. He could feel it begging to be entered, but he wasn’t going to give away the pleasure too quickly. Besides, he wanted her to work for it. “Let me hear you. Don’t hold back now.” After her haughty act in the bar he was all too pleased to see her laid out before him, dirty and hot, telling him how much she wanted it. As he spoke, he pushed his finger against the entrance to her body, but withheld, and didn’t put it inside just yet. He could feel her grower wetter with every movement.
Bringing his lips to hers again, he licked them before pushing his tongue inside of her mouth. At that same instant his finger entered her body, going as deep as it could. He could feel her tightening up around him, squeezing with pleasure. His tongue massaged hers, working around skillfully to add to the pleasure she was feeling. Jasper moved his finger around inside of her, exploring, before pulling out slightly, only to push back in with two fingers this time. She opened up to him without complaint, obviously enjoying this play. Two fingers would be enough, he didn’t want to stretch her out too much before he got his fun. Moving his fingers back and forth inside of her, he pulled his mouth away from hers, sucking on her tongue as he did so.
Squeezing her breast, he moved his body downwards, taking his hand with him, but leaving his other fingers inside of the woman. As he moved, he dragged his tongue lightly against her skin, moving right down the middle of her body, between her breasts, over her belly button, and stopping only when he hit the soft fabric of her panties. Once there, he pulled his fingers out of her completely, without warning. Bringing his fingers up to his mouth, he smelled them, smirking as his amber eyes looked directly at the woman. Putting one finger in his mouth, he tasted her, enjoying the flavor. “Hm, not bad.” Leaning downwards, moving his upper body back towards the woman’s mouth, he rested one hand, the clean one, on the bed to keep his balance, while bringing the other one, the dirty one, up to her lips. He pressed his two fingers, one wet with his saliva now and the other wet from her, against her lips, indicating he wanted inside. “Open up and taste it for yourself.” As she parted her lips, he slipped his fingers inside, feeling her tongue move against his fingers. A tingle of pleasure washed over his body, imagining what else her tongue would be good for.
Pulling his fingers away, he slid down the bed to place his head even with her panties. He was still propped up on his knees, which now rested near the edge of the bed as his feet hung off. With both hands, he pulled the woman’s panties off, tossing them aside as he revealed her body completely now. As he had felt before, she was rather hairy, but this only amused him. She clearly hadn’t intended to be seen in this manner any time soon. Spreading her legs apart, he moved his lips towards her, pushing the hair upwards with one hand to keep it out of the way as much as possible. Gently, he licked her, just barely grazing the skin. With his other hand, he pushed one finger inside of the woman, playing with her. “Would you like a kiss?” Of course, he meant a very different kiss than the kind he had been giving her so far.
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| Xaimee | Date: Saturday, 22.December.2012, 2:07 PM | Message # 129 |
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| It felt good as Arya’s hands caressed her body. She could feel her gentle hand running through her long green hair and along her upper-back, tracing over her shoulder blades. The other girl pulled away slightly while still holding her. She wondered what was going on before the other’s fingers began stroking over her pale stomach. Her body tensing slightly, the hand on the dog girl’s lower back moved to mirror the gesture, tracing over the other’s toned stomach and tracing over the skin just above the dark red fur that peaked out from between her legs, largely hidden by her kneeling position. As they both explored, her lower half tensed as they both came closer to pushing their fingers down the narrow gap between their legs towards their intimate parts. She could already feel herself getting to the point when she was going to start getting wet again and that concerned her greatly because she would rather they not have to clean up things again – she was rather tired for that sort of focus.
The Elf girl whimpered her disappointment a little as their kiss ended, a thin rope of saliva binding their mouths together for a moment before it snapped and left them completely apart. She could feel more fluid trickling down the corner of her mouth, the warm liquid cooling quickly now that it was free from the heat of their kiss. She withdrew her hands from the other girl as she did the same, using the back of one to wipe the saliva from her face. It kept the robe that Arya tried to remove from her up for a moment before she allowed her arm to drop so the rough fabric fell away from her completely. Kneeling there with her breasts completely exposed, her violet gaze fell to look between their bosoms. Hers were larger, paler and perhaps better proportioned. The Cynanthropes were smaller, slightly tanned and her nipples were a little darker too. She wondered how the other girl felt about her chest. Personally, she really thought Arya was beautiful, but she knew that her lover felt a little different about their respective levels of beauty.
Looking up from their chests, her cheeks flushed slightly as she realised the other girl was staring at her white panties. Did the dog girl want to see more of what was under them? She bit her lip, a little thankful when the other looked up so their gazes met again. She found herself getting lose in the red gold eyes of the Cynanthrope before the other spoke in a soft voice, so unlike her – she was used to Arya being far more forceful in even the most mundane of communication.
Hesitating for a moment, the heat in her cheeks grew almost unbearable for a moment before she nodded softly. She immediately moved to push her panties down, lifting herself very slightly so she could pull the soft white fabric around her knees and down her legs, tossing them to join her discarded robe. Settling back down now that she was completely nude like her friend, she kneeled before her in a mirror of the Cynanthrope’s posture, a gentle blush on her cheeks as she looked shyly at the other girl’s face. “Can I touch you?” asked Ílima after a few moments silence, before Arya had a chance to touch her as she seemed to hesitate a little too despite her usual forcefulness and her request of a few moments ago. “I…” She hated how she always had to say more as if she needed to justify her desires. “I felt like I did very little…” The Elf girl bit her lip. “Last… last time.”
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Selena felt like a fool, even as her body writhed in pleasure under Jasper’s expert touch. He had completely wrapped her around his little finger, turning her into the same pathetic wretch that she had branded the waitress from earlier. If there were not so much sweat covering her face, it probably would have been obvious as tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. She could not admit that she had been so defeated, but part of her knew and it wept for her pitiful state as she allowed this man to consume her body with little resistance. He was playing with her, toying with her, and likely revelling in how her disdainful barriers had all crumbled until she had become his little whore, begging for attention and affection.
She tensed slightly as her bra was removed, exposing her rather modest sized breasts to his leering gaze. He seemed pleased, his mouth immediately lapsing onto one of her dark tan nipples and sucking enthusiastically. Biting her lip was not enough to stop the moans of pleasure rumbling in her throat. The scholar was struggling to stop the pleasure she felt erupting from her. Even if everything else had fallen under his control, the tanned woman did not want to give him the satisfaction of her pathetic cries and begging.
Her back arched slightly, her entire body shuddering as she felt his warm hand sliding under the increasingly damp silk of her panties. Inwardly, Selena was cringing as his fingers worked its way through the unkempt hair under the small garment. Bucking her hips slightly, she continued to curse her body for refusing to rebel against this man. She wanted to shout at him, tell him to get out of her sight and to leave her along, but she could not and instead all that came out was a low moan of pleasure.
As if detecting her inward rebellion, Jasper stopped pleasuring her breast and instead ordered her to stop holding back her cries. His mocking voice melted away the last of her resistance. She whimpered and moaned softly as his finger prodded at her entrance, spreading the lower lips apart slightly but not quite entering. Moisture was building up in response, the heat between her legs unbearable and her cheeks so red they felt like ice would melt before they even touched the tanned flesh.
The scholar was a little grateful as he pushed her tongue into her mouth, smothering the cry of pleasure that issued forth as he pushed a finger deep inside her slender form. Her insides tightened around the digit, trying to expel him yet quivering with every expert touch and failing to halt his advance. Soon another finger was added, drawing more pleasured cries and moans that rumbled through their kiss. She could not stop him, not even when he pulled away and teased her tongue. Without his mouth, she could not contain the cries and instead they began to echo around the room, further continuing her humiliation. Why could she not say no to this man? Why was her body betraying her rational mind like this? Deep down, she knew why… It felt too good to refuse.
His tongue drew lines of fire down her skin as his head descended, drawing whimpers and gasps of pleasure from her slightly swollen lips. A pleasured cry escaped her as he slipped his fingers out. She dared to look down from the ceiling, watching him lick one of his fingers that had been inside her. Biting her lip, her golden eyes widened in surprise as he moved up to push his two fingers against her lips. Whimpering softly, she opened her mouth to refuse, but instead her head moved forwards a little to take in his fingers. Her tongue licked around him as she sucked gently, her fingers curling into sheets underneath her. She kept sucking, even after the twin tastes had long faded away, unable to stop herself until he pulled himself away, drawing whimpers from her as she tried, and partly failed, to stop herself begging for him to come back.
She watched him move down, pulling the grey silk undergarments away from her intimate parts to reveal the long unkempt grey hair that grew there. Cringing, her head fell back to the pillow as more tears of embarrassment leaked from her eyes. Selena wanted to run away, even if it involved running naked into the woods. How could she keep enduring this? Why could she not stop him having his way with her? She had never let a man do this to her before, but even now she could do nothing as he licked across her entrance. Moaning softly, her hands remained locked to the sheets either side of her slender form, her toned legs tensing as he teased her private parts.
“Y-yes,” said the scholar, her voice sounding so weak and pathetic that she wanted to punch herself.
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| Syngey | Date: Saturday, 22.December.2012, 4:09 PM | Message # 130 |
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| Arya waited, not patiently, for the girl to say something. Would she be okay with this? Maybe she was pushing her too much. Still, she couldn’t ignore her urges. She knew what she wanted to do. Glancing down at the Elf’s panties again, she felt her face flush with color at the thought of what was hiding underneath. Running her fingers along the soft fabric, she brushed against the sensitive skin, wondering what Ílima was thinking. When the girl started to move, Arya thought she might be pulling away, denying her request. She felt her heart sink a little, feeling ashamed that she had asked her such a question. However, she quickly realized that she wasn’t rejecting her. Her eyes widened with surprise as she watched the girl remove her panties, taking the initiative. The sight was more exciting than Arya would have thought. It was strangely arousing to see her removing her own clothes. It was…well, if she had to find a word for it, she would have to say it was rather sexy. Licking her lips, her red-gold eyes followed the girl’s movement as she set the white panties aside, before bringing her gaze back to what was now visible.
Biting her lower lip, she revealed one of her long canines, still unsure if she should go ahead and touch the Elf. What should she do first? Before, she had been so overwhelmed with emotion that she hadn’t been thinking at all, so she didn’t feel nervous or unsure, but now her head was clearer. She wasn’t sure what to do. Should she just do what she had done before? With her mouth? Or…cutting off her train of thought, Arya looked back up towards Ílima’s face when she spoke to her. The Cynanthrope’s heart jumped as her brain registered what she had just heard. Her body was growing hotter, and her face was showing it by turning red. This was definitely sexy. Would she really touch her? How would she do it? She practically blurted out her answer, not paying heed to the explanation Ílima tried to offer. It was unnecessary. “Yes! O-of course you can.” Realizing how strange she probably sounded, she covered her mouth in embarrassment at her enthusiasm.
Trying to calm her rapidly beating heart, Arya took a few breaths before saying more. Pulling her hand away from her mouth, she spoke a bit nervously. “Um, what I mean is…Well, I would very much like that. If you want to…” Looking off to the side, she wondered if the Elf would still want to touch her after how strange she had acted. She really did want her to. She could feel her body yearning for it. Unable to wait to hear, or feel, a reaction from Ílima, she took matters into her own hands to show her how much she wanted it. Taking up the girl’s hand in hers, she bravely placed it on her chest, over her heart, feeling goose bumps rise on her skin when she did so. Her heart was beating strong and fast, so that the Elf would be able to feel it. “That’s how I feel just looking at you, thinking about what it might feel like to have you close to me.” She wanted her to know exactly how she felt, and this was the best way she could think to do that.
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Jasper loved the sounds the women was making as he pleasured her, and he was only getting started. Hearing her break down was incredibly satisfying, especially after failing to get anywhere substantial with the two younger girls. Well, he didn’t need to think about that right now. He had a beautiful woman all to himself, and he intended to make the most of it. Keeping his finger inside of her, moving it around slowly and gently, he brought his mouth to her lower lips and softly kissed the sensitive skin. He had been a little rough with the woman so far, but now that he had her where he wanted her, there was no reason he could be a little gentler as he made her feel good. She had obviously been fighting back her desire for him, and while he thought that was a ridiculous thing to attempt, he enjoyed watching her succumb to him. Looking up at her, he gave her a little reassurance that his intentions were for her own pleasure. “I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” Returning his attention to that task, he licked the wet area as he moved his finger deeper inside of her.
Moving his tongue in a small circle, Jasper searched for the woman’s most sensitive spot, trying to find the best place to focus his attention. He knew he had stumbled upon it when he heard the woman moan as her body reacted to the movement of his tongue. Licking harder than before, he took in the sweet taste of the woman’s body. The act was sure to give her great pleasure, but he was also enjoying it himself, knowing that soon they would both be sharing in it. Slipping another finger inside, he moved them around, adding to the sensation as he continued to expertly move his tongue around, pushing against her, adding to the wetness that was growing with every moment. Jasper could feel her tightening around his fingers, throbbing, as she neared the point where she would orgasm. Depending on how things went from here, it might only be the first among a series of orgasms she experienced tonight.
Sucking on the woman’s lower lips, he pushed his two fingers in as far as they would go. She was very close now, he could feel it. His tongue sped up, pressing harder, ensuring that she would come. Feeling, and hearing, that she was right where he wanted her, he went ahead and slipped a third finger inside of her, moving them back and forth to increase her pleasure as she reached her breaking point. Jasper could feel her body respond to the orgasm, tightening, and then releasing all of the pressure that had been building up since he started his play. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of her, soaked with her wetness. Licking the woman’s lower lips one more time, he moved his mouth away as he straightened up on the bed. Looking at the woman’s face, he wanted to see her expression. Jasper ran his three, wet, fingers over her soaked area, surely causing her to react, as she should be incredibly sensitive now.
Playing with her as he watched the woman’s face, he wiped his mouth with his other hand. Glancing at the wall that his room shared with the girls’ room, he imagined that there was no way they hadn’t heard the woman’s moans as she called out in response to his actions. Bringing his attention back to her, Jasper admired her tanned body, as it really was quite beautiful, especially in this state. Bringing his free hand to her face, he pushed his fingers through her hair, putting it behind her ear. “That’s a beautiful expression. Are you having fun now?” Bringing his mouth to hers, he kissed her softly, letting her taste herself on his lips as he held the back of her head, his fingers entwined in her hair. He intended to get undressed next, moving on to the next part of this eventful evening, but even liked to draw things out as long as he could, so he simply kissed her for now, slipping his tongue inside of her mouth to met hers.
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| Xaimee | Date: Saturday, 22.December.2012, 7:38 PM | Message # 131 |
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| Ílima felt kind of awkward as they both kneeled before each other. Their knees touched, the little skin-to-skin contact there rather comforting considering her nervousness. In this position, their intimate parts were not really exposed but their breasts most certainly were. The Elf girl had never been like this with anyone. She had actually removed her panties for her, making herself naked for someone else’s pleasure. It gave her some pleasure too, liking the way that Arya looked at her as she knelt before her. Her own violet gaze was admiring her lover’s body, her slender toned form and small but pleasant curves. The Cynanthrope did not think much of herself, but the dog girl had all the right sorts of things there. She was perhaps a little skinny, but travelling long distances tended to do that. As an Elf, she was supposed to be that slender but it did not look healthy on the other girl.
She felt a slight tingling on a patch of her skin when Arya revealed one of her long canines. Involuntarily, one of her hands moved to touch the place where she had bitten her earlier. The mark had long since faded, but the memory of how it made her feel swirled about in her mind, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine.
A small smile of amusement touched her pink lips as the Cynanthrope grew visibly flustered at her question. If she had not felt so tense, the Elf was sure she would have laughed, but as it was, she could not hide the laughter in her eyes even if she did not vocalise it. It looked truly comedic how she covered her mouth in embarrassment but was heedless of her arm pushing between her breasts because of the movement, accentuating the soft mounds of flesh with their hardening tips.
Opening her mouth to speak, her breath rushed out of her in a slight gasp of surprise as an embarrassed Arya grabbed hold of her wrist and hand. She watched their linked hands move slowly, her arms and shoulders growing tense as she saw the intended destination. Holding her breath, it escaped in a pleased sigh as her palm came to a rest on her lover’s chest, the bottom of her hand nestling between the dog girl’s breasts. Closing her eyes, she could hear and feel the heartbeat in the other’s chest. She felt her eyes starting to itch, tears wanting to leak out at the beauty of it. To think that she could make someone feel for her this way… It was not the heartbeat of someone lusting after her but this girl really did want to be close to her.
She smiled softly, opening her eyes to look at the other girl. Her violet eyes shimmered with emotion as she met the other’s red golden gaze. Silently, her free hand reached out to take one of Arya’s. She brought it over, resting it in the same spot over her heart. “I feel the same,” said Ílima softly, her heart in sync with the beat she felt under her own hand. “This is all new to me… but I love how it feels.” Her cheeks grew a light shade of pink. “This is what I feel when you’re near to me.” Holding the other’s wrist gently, she looked at her friend and lover, small tears starting to leak from the corners of her eyes as their hands and wrists remained linked together, their hearts beating as one. It did not matter that she was naked, exposed without anything to hide behind. With the Cyannthrope, she felt safe and she felt secure. She did not need to fear judgement or punishment. She could just enjoy the warmth.
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Selena really was his slave now as his tongue and fingers worked through her insides. The tanned flesh hidden beneath the messy grey hair quivered as he continued his pleasuring of her. She was sure there were no more fluids left in her body as he kept on relentlessly. Moans, whispers and gasps of pleasure escaped her almost constantly with every passing moment. Her back arched, every muscle in her body tense and sweat pouring off her as she felt herself growing towards orgasm. She felt like she was going to suffocate, her breath coming in such shallow pants she felt faint and barely able to register his addition of a second and then a third finger.
As suddenly as her resistance crumbled, her climax arrived. With a loud moan that made her cringe, she felt her body grow painfully tight before going completely limp as her fluids spilled out of her in a torrent. She whimpered as he withdrew, a slight cry escaping her as he brushed his fingers over her sensitive parts, her head tilting back and her eyes closing as she cried out.
The scholar looked up as he spoke, her eyes wide and her lip quivering. She wanted him to stop, to stop making her body melt and to let her think again. Unfortunately, there was nothing Selena could do but whimper and nod when he asked her if she was having fun. She did not want to admit it, she hated that she admitted it, but what he had just done felt wonderful yet horrible at the same time. The woman had always prided herself on her restraint, rational mind and self-control. It had all fallen away after just one kiss from him. She could see it in his eyes, the pride that he had broken her and turned him into his willing doll that would do what he wanted and respond just how he expected.
Sure enough, Selena found herself returning his kiss their tongues entwining as her back arched, pushing her rock solid nipples into the warm skin of his chest. Moaning softly, her insides were already starting to grow moist with renewed arousal. She could still not stop herself wanting more, silently crying out to him to fill her insides with his body while her mind begged for him to stop and let her escape this tortuous pleasure. Unfortunately, her body won, again.
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 23.December.2012, 0:26 AM | Message # 132 |
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| Arya’s heart continued to beat strongly in her chest, actually speeding up a bit as she waited for some kind of response from Ílima. It suddenly occurred to her that this gesture may be perceived as very weird, not helping her cause at all. Still, she kept the Elf’s hand pressed against her chest, between her exposed breasts, not intending to cause any kind of arousal. Although, she couldn’t deny that the feeling the soft hand on her skin felt good. The goose bumps on her skin faded only because she was growing warmer as she thought about how some of Ílima’s were lightly touching her breasts. Trying to remain focused, Arya kept her gaze firmly on the other girl’s face, trying to read her thoughts, wondering what she was thinking. What would she say?
Getting rather nervous, she was relieved to see a small smile from on Ílima’s lips. As her eyes met the violet eyes of the Elf, she was once again overcome with how beautiful she was. She was convinced that her heart had skipped a beat at the sight. Practically entranced, Arya did nothing to stop the movement of the other girl as she took her hand and placed it on her chest just as she had done. Her eyes followed the path of her hand as it was guided, resting her gaze on the soft, tender skin that it was now touching. The sight made her face flush with color, but more than that she was amazed to feel the way her heart beat. It was as if their hearts were beating as one, keeping perfect time. It was quite possibly the most wonderful thing she had ever felt. Was this real? It almost seemed like a dream.
The sound of Ílima’s voice convinced her that she wasn’t dream, that this was most certainly real. And her words were so kind and sweet. Did she honestly feel the same way? Well, Arya had to believe her as her hand felt the strong rhythm of her heart. She felt completely at peace, convinced that this was the one of the happiest moments in her life. As the two girls sat looking at each other, feeling their hearts beating together, the Cynanthrope couldn’t help but smile, as she was filled with happiness. Slipping her fingers between Ílima’s, she clasped her hand tightly, slowly pulling it away from her chest; not because she didn’t want to continue this moment, but simply because she was now thinking of doing something else. Seeing the small tears form in the Elf’s eyes, Arya felt the urge to hold the slender girl, wanting to hold her close and tight.
Still clasping the other girl’s hand, Arya pulled her arm towards her, bringing their bodies together. As she did this, she moved her other hand downwards, bringing Ílima’s with her, so that nothing would be between them. She wanted their bodies to be as close as possible. Pulling lose from the Elf’s hold on her wrist, Arya wrapped her arm around the girl’s back, pressing their breasts together, her nipples becoming hard at the touch. As she did this, she brought her used her other hand to wrap Ílima’s arm around her neck, wanting to be held as well. Once her arm was in place, she let go of her hand and brought her own hand up to the back of the other girl’s head, slipping her fingers through her hair as she brought her lips to hers. Stopping just before their lips met, Arya spoke softly. “I never want this feeling to end.” Having said this, she kissed the Elf gently, relishing in the warmth of their bodies as they pressed together.
As she kissed Ílima, she could feel her body responding as a wave of heat passed over her. She considered taking the kiss further, slipping her tongue into her mouth if she could, but something distracted her. Pulling away from the kiss, Arya looked at the wall with a confused expression. She could have sworn she heard something coming from the room next door. Her eyes widened when she heard it again, a woman, moaning, crying out with pleasure. The sound of her voice gave away what was going on next door, causing Arya to blush as she imagined what it looked like, feeling embarrassed that it aroused her slightly. And wasn’t that Jasper’s room? The realization made her body heat up, as she pictured what he must be doing to some woman. Who was he with? Looking back at Ílima, she wondered what she thought of this. The moans had died down after a peak, so it was now silent in the room. She felt a bit embarrassed, but she couldn’t help wondering if the Elf could make sounds like passionate. She had moaned earlier, but not that loud. Was she not doing it right? Swallowing hard, she found she couldn’t speak.
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Jasper was rather amused that the woman only managed to whimper in response to his question. Well, even though it wasn’t a very clear answer, it was still enough to tell him that she had enjoyed what he was doing. Not that he ever doubted it. If nothing else, he could feel that she had reached a climax, considering the fact that his hand was soaked in her wetness. And she seemed to be relaxing now also, as she moved her tongue against his, pressing together, mixing their saliva. As the woman moved her body to be closer to his, Jasper felt her breasts press against his chest, causing his body to heat up with arousal. Now that he had made her feel good, he wanted to go further.
Reaching both arms around the woman’s body, he pulled her towards him as he sat up. Jasper lifted her so that she was resting in his lap, with her legs wrapped around his body. He could feel her dripping onto his pants, causing a warm rush through his lower region as he hardened. He knew that she could feel him growing, pressing against her, teasing the area he would soon be entering. Taking both of her breasts in his hands, he squeezed them, playing with the hard tips, becoming more excited. Jasper moved his mouth to suck on the woman’s firm breast as he moved his hips to rub against her, his body tingling with pleasure. His tongue played with her nipple, sucking and licking as he rocked back and forth, his most sensitive area begging to be released from his pants. However, just as he preferred to take things slow with the woman’s pleasure, he liked to take his time with himself as well.
Still playing with the woman’s breasts, he craned his neck upwards to nibble gently on her right ear. Licking the outside with the tip of his tongue, he pressed their bodies together even closer. He whispered in her ear. “Do you want me inside of you?” His own breathing was started to become labored, his voice raspier now, showing her that he was feeling pleasure now. Jasper knew how she would answer, but he would enjoy hearing it. Kissing her lips with force, he pushed her body back down on to the bed, letting her rest on the mattress as he pulled away to stand on the floor. Unzipping his pants, he pulled them off with ease, revealing his toned legs and black boxer briefs, nothing flashy, just cotton hugging his body. Kicking his pants aside, he stood before the woman, letting her take in the view. There was a generous bulge pushing through the boxer briefs, showing her that he was well-endowed, giving her a preview of what would be inside of her soon enough.
Jasper had done a lot of the work up until now, but now he wanted the woman to do her part. Walking towards the bed, he stopped at the edge, looking down at the woman. Reaching forward, he grabbed her hand and pulled her body upwards, sliding her across the bed so that her head was nearly level with his throbbing bulge. Bringing her hand up to his torso, he placed it on his skin, feeling his body respond to her touch. He wanted her to get him ready for the main event. “You know what to do, right?” As if uninterested in her answer, he pushed her hand downwards under the black cotton, allowing her hand to make contact with the curly, dark brown hair below, brushing against the hard muscle, causing a small spurt of liquid to escape the tip. He expected her to take it from there. He didn’t plan on coming like this, but he wanted to have a little fun before he entered her.
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 23.December.2012, 1:41 PM | Message # 133 |
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| Ílima wondered how Arya thought of her as they looked at each other. She looked deep into her red gold eyes, trying to discern her exact feelings. The girl was beautiful, her eyes bright and her innocent curiosity warming her heart. Both of them had had difficult times, treated badly because they were different from those around them, but they were both here now and both of them would not trade the closeness they were now sharing for anything.
Her fingers tightened slightly as the Cynanthrope’s wrist as her palm rested between her breasts. Their hearts were beating as one, their gazes locked and the world fading away until it was just the two of them kneeling before each other. She could not stop but smile brightly as they held their peculiar arrangement for what felt like forever until the other girl began to move. Looking down, a slight shudder ran down her spine as the other female slid her fingers between her own where it rested between her lightly tanned breasts. It felt good to feel her palm against her hand, the simple act of linking their fingers filling her with even more warmth than before. Despite the chill air, not a part of her felt cold, her nipples were hard but it was not from the air.
The Elf girl let herself be pulled into the tight embrace, both of them rising up on their knees so they could touch from their knees to their heads. She let her hands be guided, one resting on the dog girl’s neck with her fingers laced into her dark hair. The other supported her lower back, helping her keep upright as their chests pushed tight together. Their nipples briefly rubbed against each other, drawing a small moan from her, before their warm soft bodies settled against each other. She smiled at the other’s words, nodding before pressing her lips to Arya’s in a tender kiss. It was a gentle kiss, the warmth far more mild than the hunger of earlier kisses. The girl liked it, especially as the other girl began to run fingers through her long green hair.
As their bodies pressed as tight against each other as possible, Ílima began to feel a stirring down below as she felt the other’s soft red fur pressing against her intimate parts. Heat rose to her cheeks, turning the light pink blush to a deep red. She had just been about to pull Arya on top of her so they could be touching from head to toe – she would rather be on top but if she pushed in the other’s direction they would end up falling onto the floor – when she pulled away from the kiss. She hesitated for a moment as the other girl looked in the direction of Jasper’s room before she realised why.
“I… I could hear it earlier but I was trying to ignore it,” admitted the Elf girl softly, reaching a hand out to turn the Cynanthrope’s face back to face her. “Let’s just ignore it… I don’t want to think about anything else but you.” Blushing at her own words and how easily they had come out, she leaned in to kiss the other girl on the lips before pulling away. Closing her eyes for a moment, she subtly threw a barrier up inside the wall. It would block out the sound, giving her privacy as well as the man next door. She was trying not to get angry at how he had flirted so openly with them then taken some other woman. It justified her opinion about him, but it still hurt a little to be discarded so easily for someone else.
Her hand still rested on the other’s warm cheek from turning her head to face her. Stroking the place gently, her fingers traced down to Arya’s lips, tracing the warm pink flesh before she very gently pushed one finger between them into her mouth. It felt good as she enjoyed the warmth of the other’s mouth, gently touching her fangs and tracing along her teeth. Slowly, she slipped in a second finger. The Elf hoped that the Cynanthrope liked the taste…
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Selena let him direct her body wherever he wanted it to go, her tanned form settling onto his lap as he began to suck and squeeze her breasts. She moaned softly, her back arching to press her intimate parts more firmly against the bulge growing in his pants. Her arms finally moved, wrapping around his neck and holding his head firmly against his chest. She was still weak and unable to resist whatever he did, but at least she could not move her body a little, although she felt so tired from earlier that she could barely register any of his words.
When he whispered, a cold shiver ran down her spin, her already soaking intimate parts growing even wetter at the prospect. “Yes,” whimpered the scholar, letting herself fall back onto the bed as he slid out from underneath her. She watched, her golden eyes gleaming with desperation, and a little hunger, as he finally removed more of his clothing. When he stopped at his boxers, the desert woman could not help but whine, her eyes shimmering with disappointment and yearning as he pulled her face up to be level with his privates.
Inside, she screamed and shouted at herself for being so pathetic. She was literally a slave, just like the scores of men and women her employer used to help excavate the ruined city. Now she had become one to this man, although his chains were far more subtle.
At his unsubtle command, her hands suddenly become freed from their invisible bonds. Reaching up shakily, she pulled down the tight boxer briefs until they fell down of their own accord. The large member that leaped out to her started her a little, her curvaceous form almost falling back onto the mattress before she steadied herself. Staring at the length as if it was a dangerous animal, Selena wanted to flee now but her lips moved of their own accord, moving inexorably forwards until they were wrapped around his manhood. She began to suck gently, her tongue sliding around the hard muscle as she pushed her head forwards, taking as much of the member as she dared into her mouth. Continuing her suckling, her hands gripped his hips firmly, giving her leverage as she moved herself up and down his impressive length.
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 23.December.2012, 6:10 PM | Message # 134 |
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| Arya remained pressed against Ílima’s body, their warmth passing between them. But she couldn’t help herself, so her gaze slipped back in the direction of Jasper’s room. She licked her lips, tasting remnants of the other girl. She could feel that her face was hot, realizing that Ílima would probably be able to easily discern what she was reacting to. Was it normal to be this easily aroused by such sounds? Maybe it was because she knew who was on the other side of the wall. She couldn’t help but wonder what Jasper had done to the unknown woman to make her cry out like that. He was obviously more experienced, and skilled, than her. Would Ílima prefer to be with someone who knew what to do? Would she prefer to be with a man? A man like Jasper? Her body flashed with heat as she considered this, feeling angry that he might someone steal the other girl away from her. Where were these thoughts coming from? After all, she was the one who felt aroused by the moaning, shouldn’t she feel guilty?
Feeling her face being moved, Arya’s eyes fell on Ílima’s violet gaze as she spoke to her. She was right. They should ignore it and focus on each other; although, it might not be easy…or at least that’s what she thought. Before she could think to say anything, all of her attention was brought back to Ílima and no one else. Feeling her kiss her lips, her heart seemed to flutter, wanting to continue the kiss even longer. She wanted the other girl all to herself, so when she pulled away, Arya felt a bit disappointed. Would she rather be doing something else? Her answer came quickly, as the Elf placed her soft fingers on her lips. They were a bit chapped from all the kissing she had been doing, and they were a little swollen, but the soft touch of her fingers still made them tingle.
Not expecting the girl to slip her fingers inside of her mouth, Arya felt her body shiver in response to the sudden move. It felt surprisingly good to have her soft finger sliding against her teeth. She shuddered with pleasure as Ílima’s finger touched her fangs, withholding the urge to bite into the tender flesh. As the second finger entered, she moved her tongue to meet it, licking it, enjoying the taste. As her saliva wrapped around the Elf’s fingers, she felt herself growing wet as she had before. She imagined these fingers somewhere else, and the thought caused a small moan to escape, muffled by the fact that her mouth was currently full. Arya could feel saliva slowly dripping out of the side of her mouth as she played with the girl’s fingers, sucking on them now, gently grazing the skin with her teeth. She could also feel a thin trickle moving down the inside of her leg, sticky and warm. A little embarrassed at how good this small gesture felt, her cheeks turned red, but she didn’t pull away.
Instead, Arya moved her leg, pushing her knee along the cheap bedding, so that her inner thigh was now pressed against Ílima’s outer thigh. In this position, the Elf’s skin made contact with the wetness that was sliding down the Cynanthrope’s leg. She wanted her to know exactly how this was making her feel. This movement also caused her red fur, now damp from sweat, to press against the girl’s leg. The hand placed on the Elf girl’s back slowly slid downwards, her fingers gently caressing the soft skin until she found her desired destination. Squeezing the girl’s bottom, Arya pushed them closer together, squishing their breasts against each other once again. She kept her other hand behind Ílima’s head, playing with her hair as she tried to contain the moans that were building up inside of her as she sucked on the girl’s fingers. That, and she was also trying very hard to resist the urge to bite her. She was not only afraid of hurting the girl; she was also concerned about how she might react. If it felt as good as she expected it to, wouldn’t she cry out and be heard by Jasper? She was too embarrassed to let that happen, and yet, just the thought of biting her made her moan once again, glad to have the fingers there to muffle the sound.
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Jasper was very, very pleased with the way things were going. Even if he hadn’t managed to snag the prizes he wanted most for the night, he believed he had found a good replacement. This woman had a stunning figure, healthy with curves, and passionate, despite all of her attempts to restrain herself. It was fun to explore her body, finding the spots that tickled her most, pleasuring her with his undeniable skill. And now, he was going to enjoy the same sweet pleasure as she removed his underwear, letting it fall at his feet. Jasper kicked the boxer briefs away, not wanting to get tangled in them when he needed to move, which he imagined he would be doing soon enough. That is, as long as the woman cooperated. And, it seemed she would, as she wrapped her mouth around him without hesitation. Was she that hungry for him?
Jasper’s amber eyes closed as he shuddered, his heart jumping, pumping warm blood through his veins. The woman was skilled at this task, perhaps due to experience, or maybe she was just a natural. He was glad when she held on to his hips, as this offered him a bit of balance as well. It was already clear to him that she was better at this than the waitress, a happy realization. The woman’s tongue was hot and wet, rubbing against him as she sucked and slid back and forth. Yes, she was quite good at this.
Opening his eyes, he looked down at the woman, watching as her mouth continued its work. He was too big for her to easily fit all of him inside of her mouth, but she managed to get enough of it in to mimic the experience that they would soon share in. Being able to watch was very arousing, causing his body to fill with heat, feeling as though he would burst into flames at any moment. He was damp with sweat all over, and saliva and his own juices were trickling down his legs as he slipped in and out of the woman’s mouth. Her teeth grazed against his skin a few times, but rather than causing him pain it resulted in a shiver of pleasure.
Needing to hold on to something to remain standing, Jasper reached for the silvery hair and grasped it tightly, using the back of the woman’s head as leverage. Helping her, he gently moved her head forward when she took him inside of her mouth, letting her know that she was doing it right. His other hand rested on her shoulder, gripping the skin tightly. He let out heavy gasps, struggling to breathe regularly now; she was better at this than he would have thought. If he wasn’t careful, he would end up finishing too soon. Speaking through his loud breaths, his voice sounded increasingly raspy, revealing the pleasure he was feeling at her touch. “You’re…quite good.” Opening his mouth to speak had the unintended effect of him letting out a quiet moan of pleasure as well. Licking his lips, he knew he was ready to move on.
Slowly, and carefully, Jasper pulled away from the woman’s mouth, letting the saliva from her mouth fall off of him, sliding down his leg. Leaning down, he lifted the woman upwards by holding on to her arms, moving her enough so that their lips could meet. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he tasted himself mixed with her saliva. As they kissed, his hard, now very wet, muscle twitched in response to the pleasure, wanting more. After massaging her tongue with his, he lightly bit her bottom lip as he pulled away from the kiss. “Stay there.” His voice was commanding, but not in a menacing way. For the first time all night, he actually sounded like he was pleading with her to do as he wished, yearning to feel himself inside of her. Turning away, he took a few steps towards the small table next to the bed, opening it up to find a small store of condoms. He had some in his vest pocket as well, but he didn’t want to waste those in case he needed them when he was away from his room. The woman may be surprised to know how careful he was about these things, but he wasn’t an idiot. Not wasting any time, he tore open the package with his teeth and expertly slipped the rubber condom on, feeling hot as he anticipated the next move.
Turning back to the bed, Jasper found the woman exactly where he had left her. Moving to stand in front of her once again, this time he grabbed both of her ankles, causing her to fall backwards as he pulled her forward so that her bottom was just on the edge of the bed. Lifting her ankles up a bit, he moved to wrap her legs around his hips. Once in place, he used his hand to rub his stiff member against her entrance, feeling the warmth from her wetness as it pressed against the thin, but safe, condom. It was ribbed, so that the woman should feel as much pleasure as him. Running up and down her entrance, begging to be let inside, he slowly began to poke in his way in, gripping her thigh with his other hand. As he entered her, Jasper could feel her body welcoming him, throbbing with pleasure. Letting his hand fall away, he used it to grip the woman’s other thigh and then finished putting it all the way in. He had moved slowly, aware that it might cause the woman pain if he moved too fast. Closing his eyes tightly, he let out a deep breath before gazing downwards at the woman to see how she was feeling. It wouldn’t feel as good for him if she wasn’t enjoying this as well.
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 23.December.2012, 6:55 PM | Message # 135 |
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| Ílima could tell that Arya was upset by whatever Jasper was doing next door. In truth, she was too but she wanted to keep the moment they had been sharing. It had been so wonderful and intimate, a true joining of hearts that she wished could have lasted so much longer. She had assumed the man was skilled as his chosen hobby, and by the sound of it she was not wrong, but she did not want the dog girl to think about that or perhaps whether there was temptation from those sounds. The Elf felt no such temptation, her mind and heart completely focussed on the beautiful young woman kneeling in front of her. She knew she had to do a lot to make sure focus was brought back to her. It had frightened her a little, and even in the midst of it she still felt scared. She had never been this forward in all her life but even now she had taken the initiative by forcing the other girl to look at her and accept her delicate fingers into her warm inviting mouth.
She moaned softly as the other's tongue slid over her fingers, sliding between the digits and covering them in warm saliva. When the Cyanthrope moaned, it aroused her a little and sent heat trickling down her body. She could feel a little amount of fluid leaking from her intimate parts, her arousal starting to grow with every moan and graze from the other's fangs. Secretly, she wanted the dog girl to bite her, but it embarrassed her to admit just how good it felt to feel the other's fangs clamping down on her. Was it perverted to enjoy the mild pain mixed with intense pleasure? She knew that Arya loved it, but it appeared to be something they were both too embarrassed to admit. In a way, the Elf girl wished they were in the same out of control state they had been earlier this evening. Now that their minds were clearer, it was harder and more embarrassing to do these things. On the other hand, the Elf thought that it was perhaps good they still wanted, and tried, to do these things when they were thinking straight -- it meant it was more than just a heat of the moment and that there were genuine feelings between their growing relationship.
The Elf girl was a little surprised when Arya suddenly pushed her leg forward, half entwining their legs as she pushed her intimate parts against the top of her thigh. She bit her lip and moaned softly, the slightly damp fur rubbing against her arousing her further. Following the other's example, she used her free hand to draw the dog girl closer, sliding her leg between the other girl's legs so they were not half sitting on each other's legs, pushing all their weight through their intimate parts onto the toned thigh below. Moaning softly as her wet lower lips rubbed against the tender warm skin of her lover's thigh, she blushed deeply at the noise as well as when she felt a hand firmly gripping her buttock. Biting her lip more, she looked up and met the other's gaze, blushing gently but not daring to pull away from their awkward, but very pleasurable, entanglement.
Her free hand moved up to tangle itself in the Cynanthrope's dark hair, threading her fingers through the long strands as their bodies squashed together. The tips of her breasts were tingling almost painfully, her back arching slightly as her intimate parts rubbed more firmly against the dog girl's lips. Slipping into her native tongue without realising it, Ílima exclaimed how good it felt and also begged for the girl to bite her, not to be afraid of what she was or how they made each other feel. She realised after speaking that she had said it in her own musical language, but it was too embarrassing to say it again and she only hoped that the other girl would understand somehow...
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Selena felt a flash of pride as Jasper praised her. She had a very good idea that she was nowhere near as experienced as him, but she had had lovers and long-term relationships in the past. The woman knew what a man liked, although she still hated herself for using these skills on a man she had literally just met. One night stands had never interested her before, yet here she was sucking on a man's length and silently praying that he would be thrusting it inside her sooner rather than later.
She moaned softly as he gripped her hair with surprising strength. His body swayed almost dangerously, threatening to pull her forwards on top of him until he managed to steady himself. Was she really doing that good of a job for a man who appeared to live on sex? It made her cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and pride. She felt a little ashamed that a eminent scholar like her should have such a talent hidden away. To think the sort of horrible things her fellow scholars would say if they found out about this night. The thought made her heart sink, almost managing to knock her out of this sex mad daze until Jasper's moan sent her straight back into the lustful fog.
Whimpering slightly when he pulled away. Her golden eyes followed him about the room as he walked naked over to a set of drawers. His toned body looked lovely in the wane light seeping through the half shuttered windows. In a way, it was a complement to have such a handsome man, who clearly did not have difficulty in seducing woman, had chosen her as one of his conquests. She knew she was a little odd looking, and likely not too pleasant company. Most of her long-term relationships had broken down due to her pride as well as her inability to balance her work and personal life. It was perhaps why she had chosen this job that let her stay in the middle of nowhere with minimal company -- the solitude suited her and made things far simpler. This man was making things more complicated, although she was hopeful they would never cross paths again after this night.
Yelping in surprise as he effectively upended her, Selena blushed furiously as he practically hauled her legs around like she was some kind of doll. For the first time since he kissed her, the scholar resisted a little until she felt his member rub against her entrance. Moaning softly as the hard ribbed member slid against her, she bucked her hips slightly, suddenly desperate for him to enter her. As if heeding her silent pleading, his manhood finally penetrated her, drawing a loud low moan from her slender form. Her fingers curled into the sheets, her buttocks clenching as he filled her until he could go in no further. Her body tightened around his, her head tilting back and her eyes closing as she panted softly. It felt so good, she wanted more... she needed more.
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| Arya let out another muffled moan as she rubbed against Ílima’s thigh, sliding along her soft skin as she grew wetter. She could feel her body throbbing, wanting to be touched even more. As her body tightened, she wondered how long they could keep this up before she burst. She could tell that Ílima was enjoying it too, although she still wasn’t nearly as loud or passionate as the woman she had heard just a few moments ago, although, it had been quiet since then. Apparently that was still on her mind. Trying to ignore it, she focused her attention on the girl in front of her. Looking at the girl’s face, Arya felt her body growing even hotter as she saw the pleasurable expression. It was irresistible. Clutching her tighter, she felt like she never wanted to let go.
As their wet bodies slid against one another, she had to close her eyes to maintain even the slightest bit of control. She didn’t want to climax so easily, she didn’t want this to end. She wanted to be touched more, and to touch the Elf more as well. A shiver shot down her spine as she heard Ílima calling out in words she couldn’t understand, but despite this, she could tell from the tone of her voice that she was calling out to her. Feeling more aroused than ever, she sucked on the fingers still in her mouth even harder, as if she couldn’t help herself. She was overcome by the sense that she wanted to consume the girl, just as she had felt earlier. Not caring how she reacted anymore, Arya’s sharp canines sunk into the girl’s gentle fingers. Making contact with the flesh caused her whole body to shudder, her lower region almost seemed to have flooded with warmth, causing her to moan loudly, although still muffled. But she wasn’t finished yet.
Bringing her hand up to her face, Arya grabbed hold of the Elf’s hand and slowly pulled the fingers out of her mouth, lightly dragging the skin along the teeth that had bitten her. It was hard for her to know how hard the bite had been, but she hadn’t tasted blood, so she just hoped the girl hadn’t been hurt. However, this wasn’t even something she could think about right now. It wasn’t that she didn’t care, but…well her mind was elsewhere. Holding Ílima’s hand in hers, she kissed the wet fingers before running the tip of her tongue over them, moving down to the wrist and then gliding along her arm. When she reached the Elf’s shoulder, she kissed her skin, making her way to the sensitive neck that was exposed to her. Pushing her head to the side with her mouth, she sucked on her neck, pushing her thigh against Ílima’s wet area, rubbing harder now.
Arya’s other hand was still holding the girl’s bottom, squeezing it harder now, needing to grasp something as her body continued to feel this amazing pleasure. She stopped sucking on her neck only to nibble the skin gently, pressing her canines against the skin, but restraining herself enough to not break it. Licking where she had bitten, Arya then brought her chin to rest on the girl’s shoulder to steady her breathing. It had become quite heavy, almost like panting. Breathing on her shoulder, her hot breath brushing against her neck, she tried to speak. “Touch me…please.” She found herself practically begging to be touched by her, but she wasn’t ashamed. She wanted it so much that she couldn’t even feel shame right now. Ílima had offered to touch her before, so surely she wouldn’t mind.
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Jasper felt the slightest bit of resistance from the woman as he moved her into position, but that quickly disappeared as he showed her his intentions. He figured she was probably just upset by the sudden movement, thinking he might hurt her, but he certainly had nothing like that in mind. Clutching her thighs tightly, he breathed in and out, slow and heavy, gazing downwards at the woman, watching her eyes for a way to understand how she felt. Although they had only met this evening, he felt fairly secure in his ability to read the woman now that her defenses were down. Just because this was a one night stand, as he didn’t intend it to be anything more than, that didn’t mean he would treat her badly or roughly toss her aside when he was finished. He loved sex, and he loved pleasure, but he wasn’t a monster, and he knew that pleasure worked both ways.
Seeing the woman’s eyes close as her body tightened, writhing with pleasure, Jasper knew that he could continue forward. Thrusting his hips forward, he pushed himself further inside, penetrating deeper. Letting out a soft moan, he felt his own body tightening now, as the woman wrapped her insides around him, sucking him in. Pulling out slowly, he stopped just on the brink of leaving her completely, and then he thrust back inside with force, but not so much that it would cause her pain. He repeated this motion twice more, but the third time he actually did pull himself out completely, resting his throbbing member against her entrance, but not penetrating. Running his right hand down the woman’s thigh, he brought his fingers to her wet sensitive parts, rubbing against the skin with two fingers.
As he did this, Jasper poked at her entrance, once again withholding, not penetrating, teasing her with the thought. Moving his fingers up and down at first, Jasper now moved them in a circle, speeding up as he pressed harder. Without warning, he thrust his stiff member back inside, not stopping the motion of his fingers. Moving his hips back and forth, he pushed in and out of her, growing hotter as he felt waves of intense pleasure passing through his whole body as sweat fell off of his skin, some of it dripping on the woman’s legs. Jasper continued this for a few moments, but he didn’t intend this to be the end. Closing his eyes tight, he focused, forcing himself to hold back, keeping himself from bursting.
Taking his fingers away, he leaned down to wrap both arms around her back, lifting her up to him as their lips met in a wet kiss. Slipping his tongue inside of her mouth, he thrust his body forward again, pushing further inside. Throbbing inside of her, Jasper moved her body up the bed, making room so that they could both lie down on. He thought about pulling her on top of him, but decided that he would rather stay on top. So, he simply rested her head back on the mattress, pulling away from the kiss, sliding one arm up against the wall, as they were now at the head of the bed. Pressing his palm against the wall, he used this as leverage as he pushed himself in and out of the woman with more vigor now. The condom remained secure, proving its quality, the ribbed surface adding to the woman’s pleasure as he penetrated her as deeply as he could.
Jasper brought his other hand up to the woman’s lips, slipping a finger inside, feeling her tongue moving against his skin. Once sufficiently wet, he brought his finger to a nipple, pressing her own saliva against the hard skin, pinching the flesh as he moved his hips. He intended her to climax before he finished, as he loved feeling his partner tightening up, shuddering intensely with him inside. Keeping his eyes open now, he watched the woman’s face with interest, his hair soaking, stuck to his forehead in places, sending sweat down his face as he worked for their pleasure. Sensing that the woman was close, Jasper brought his lips to her breast, licking the skin, moving his tongue back and force over the hard tip, and then gently biting it. His instincts were right, for just as he did this, he felt her body tighten, nearly convulsing. Her insides throbbed, sending waves of pleasure through him as he began to thrust into her harder, faster. She may have climaxed, but he wasn’t quite done with her yet.
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| Xaimee | Date: Monday, 24.December.2012, 12:04 PM | Message # 137 |
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| Ílima was struggling to breathe as they kept this up. Her intimate parts ached but in a pleasing way, the soft unblemished skin growing wetter and wetter as time passed. She pushed herself harder against the other girl’s thigh, moaning softly, her breath coming in pleasure-filled gasps. It felt so good, it was impossible to describe how something that seemed so awkward co9uld feel so good.
She enjoyed the way Arya clung to her, pushing their breasts further together and removing any small gap between their bodies. Her fingers continued to play gently with the dog girl’s tongue, brushing against her fangs in an almost teasing manner. She was not trying to tease her lover into biting her, but it was simply that there were only so many places her soaking finger could go in the girl’s mouth. Her moans increased in volume as the other sucked harder on the digits, turning into an ecstatic gasp as the Cynanthrope finally bit down on her fingers. The fangs did not break the skin, but the feel sent a current down her arm and down her body. She almost felt herself climax, warm fluid leaking out of her in a sudden spurt before she calmed down a little. The pleasure had been so unexpected, but it had been glorious.
Her violet eyes watched the Cynanthrope as she finally grabbed hold of her hand and removed her fingers from her hot mouth. The Elf girl moaned softly as the other began to run her tongue along her arm, working her way up from her dripping wet fingers to her wrist then up her arm to her shoulder. She whimpered slightly as the dog girl kissed the pale skin there, gasping when she suddenly grabbed her buttocks hard and bit into her neck. Her entire body shuddered, her back arching slightly, pressing her breasts and privates more firmly into Arya’s body. “Ar-Arya…” groaned Ílima, her body shaking with the barely restrained climax that wanted to burst out of her. She was panting hard, her cheeks red and her entire body felt like it was on fire.
The Elf girl somehow managed to blush even more deeply as the other girl begged her softly to touch her. Biting her lip, she nodded before pushing the side of her head against the other girl’s and smiling tenderly, her eyes closed as she exhaled softly, trying to calm her erratic heartbeat and her shuddering breaths.
Very slowly and gently, her hands pushed Arya back so her head could no longer rest on her shoulder. Taking her still moist fingers, she slid them into her own mouth, enjoying the taste of the Cynanthrope but not taking all of it for herself. Withdrawing her fingers, she placed the wet digits on the other’s chest over her heart. The mixed fluids slid down between the dog girl’s breasts, mixing with the sweat. She slowly drew her fingers down between the other girl’s chest, running down her front to her toned stomach and to her navel. Pressing her finger into the hollow there, she let the fluids pool there slightly before returning her fingers on their descending course. Soon it was getting too tight to run her finger down any further, growing stuck in the dark red fur. She felt the sweat and other fluids built up on her body. Stroking the fur gently, the Elf let the three fluids mix together before drawing her finger over Arya’s thigh where her own fluids shone mixed with the sweat of her lover. Finally, she drew her two fingers covered in all four fluids to her lover’s lips, pushing her fingers into her mouth to drawing the mixed fluids into her mouth. Smiling, she leaned in and kissed the dog girl’s mouth hard, sliding her tongue into the other’s mouth so she could taste the mixed fluids she had given to the other female. It tasted wonderful, especially as she pulled the other close so their bodies were mashed together as much as possible, a moan rumbling into their kiss as she felt her climax approaching.
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Selena was barely conscious of what was going on after a couple of minutes of him thrusting. She vaguely remembered Jasper picking her up before they ended up at the top of the bed. Laying underneath him, he was able to thrust deep into her with little resistance from her. Moaning and holding him tight, her insides were so tight she felt like she would pass out from the pressure.
All of a sudden, a loud moan that almost turned into a shriek escaped her as she orgasmed. Fluids flooded out of her, her sweat soaked body going limp underneath the man who appeared to have not noticed, his thrusts continuing regardless.
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| Syngey | Date: Monday, 24.December.2012, 6:15 PM | Message # 138 |
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| With her chin resting on the Elf’s shoulder, Arya breathed in sharply, trying to keep focused enough to remember to breathe at all. Her whole body was brimming with heat, rising off of her skin as she waited for Ílima to respond in some way, verbally or physically. She could tell that her actions so far had pleased her, causing the Elf to make sounds that Arya couldn’t help but think were arousing. She liked that she could have that kind of effect on her. Although, she still felt like she had things to learn. She wanted to be able to make Ílima lose control, melting completely under her touch, but she didn’t think that was possible yet. When the girl spoke her name, her body tingled with delight, loving the sound of her name coming from those lips. She wanted to hear it again, louder; she wanted to hear her crying out her name. Was that strange? Her body shivered, certainly not from cold, but from the thought of hearing her cry out her name.
Feeling Ílima move, she turned her head to see what she was going to do, only to be moved away from her shoulder. Unsure of what she was planning, Arya waited without speaking, only breathing heavily, licking her lips to give them some much needed moisture. As the other girl slide her wet fingers down her body, she shuddered, goose bumps forming on her skin, but quickly disappeared as the heat of her skin diminished them. Letting both of her arms fall to the side, they rested on the bed, now clutching the sheets to steady herself, as she felt as though she might fall over. Her body felt tight, but loose at the same time, like she had no control over it. The thought of moving was out of the question. She couldn’t have lifted a finger. Moaning, she blushed as she heard herself make such a noise, now without any way to hide her sounds as her mouth was free from Ílima’s fingers. Arya wanted to cover her mouth to hide the sound, convinced that Jasper and his…guest could hear them. But she couldn’t bring herself to move her hand.
The Cynanthrope clenched her thighs tightly when the Elf brought her fingers lower, nearly unable to control the flood that was begging to be released. Moaning again, despite herself, she twisted the sheets in her hands as the fingers got lost in her red fur, mixing with the wetness below. Her most sensitive area was overcome with heat, throbbing, as waves of pleasure came over her. Breathing even heavier than before, she couldn’t control the sounds that were coming out of her, revealing her pleasure. “Mhmm… Ílima…ah.” She was incredibly embarrassed by this reaction, but there was nothing she could do about it. Relieved, she found that the girl was putting her fingers back in her mouth, muffling her cries, which grew in intensity as she tasted all of the mixed liquids together, licking them up with tongue, hungry for more. Saliva seeped out of the side of her mouth as the fingers were removed, only to be met soon after with the other girl’s tongue.
Arya was finding it hard to resist her climax now, as their tongues slid together, mixing everything in her mouth. Tightening her thighs even more, she moved the knee that was closest to Ílima to press harder against her wetness, rubbing it against her skin. As she did this, she moved her hips so that she could feel the Elf’s skin on hers even more, sliding against her as her own wetness soaked Ílima’s thigh. She knew she was going to burst any moment now. Unable to breath with the other girl’s tongue in her mouth, she was forced to pull away, although she didn’t want to stop kissing her. Still wanting to taste her tongue, Arya held onto it as their lips parted, sucking on it deeply, letting go only when she had to, leaving their saliva dripping down her chin. Panting, she wrapped her arms around the girl again, squeezing her body tightly to her, making them closer than ever as their wet skin slid against one another. Feeling the orgasm come, Arya cried out, lifting her head upwards, almost howling, as her fluids burst forth, running over Ílima’s thigh.
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Jasper continued to thrust into the woman as she convulsed under him, sucking him in deeper. She have obviously climaxed again, offering him great pleasure as her body consumed his. He was nearly finished now, ready to burst. Breathing loudly, his heart felt as though it was about to jump out of his chest, his whole body shimmering with sweat. Feeling the woman’s body go limp, knowing that she was practically spent, he smirked with pleasure. “Stay with me now.” His voice was quiet, barely audible, as he found it difficult to speak through his attempts to breathe. Bringing both arms around the woman’s body, pulling on her so that she would move with him, he leaned backwards. Falling on his back gently, Jasper used his strong arms, surprisingly strong perhaps, due to his slender physique, to pull the woman on top of him, never pulling out.
Jasper bent his legs at the knees slightly, so that he could move his hips as he pushed into the woman, who he positioned so that she was on her knees on top of him. Putting both hands on her waist, he clutched her skin tightly, moving her with his thrusts. He didn’t expect her to be able to move enough on her own after what he just put her through, but he liked watched her bounce around on top of him. Her breasts moved with their bodies, up and down, faster now that he was nearing his climax. Moaning through his raspy breathing, he tightened his grip on the woman, thrusting harder and deeper than before. With one last strong thrust, he felt his body releasing his juices, unable to go where it wanted because of the condom. After a moment of intense pleasure, his body tight and hot, he let out a deep, heavy breath as he fell back on the bed completely.
Looking up at the ceiling, he blinked as salty sweat poured stung his eyes. Trying to regain his breath, he couldn’t move the woman just yet. His chest rose and fell in deep, yet short breaths. After a moment, Jasper found the strength to lift the woman’s body just enough to release him from her hot enclosure. He was still a bit stiff, but not to the extent that he was just seconds ago. The used condom remained wrapped around him, itching to be removed. He let the woman slide off of him, falling next to his body, limp and exhausted on the bed. Feeling a little more able to move now, he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, touching his feet to the ground. Testing his strength before standing, he got to his feet and walked into the bathroom without a word. He found it was too difficult to speak directly after all that work.
Jasper removed the condom in the bathroom, throwing it away as he used the toilet. Letting out a deep breath, he felt he was regaining his composure. After flushing, he turned on the water at the sink and used a small bar of soap to wash his hands, splashing some of the cold water on his face. He used a white towel folded on the bathroom counter to dry his hands before putting on the robe that was hanging on the back of the door. Tying it shut, he grabbed the other robe, and set it on the bed next to the woman as he walked back into the room. “You can wear that if you like. It’s clean, I promise.” His voice was still a bit raspy, serving as a reminder of all they had done, but he was beginning to sound normal again. Looking at the spent figure lying on the bed, he smiled. Leaning down, he kissed her sweaty forehead, pushing her hair out of the way to do so. “Thanks.” It was a simple word, but he always liked to say it. After all, she had made him feel quite good.
Leaving the woman, Jasper picked up his vest off of the floor where he had thrown it and started digging through the inner pocket. Finding his cigarettes, he pulled out the case, unable to not smoke after sex. “You can have the shower, if you like.” Putting one of the cigarettes between his lips, he spoke, his words slightly muffled. “I apologize if you don’t like smoking…” He thought about saying something more, but decided against it. Hesitating, he was going to wait until the woman went to the shower to light up, assuming that she would, in fact, want to shower. He really preferred to not smoke in front of women. Men didn’t seem to mind, but women were…difficult.
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| Xaimee | Date: Tuesday, 25.December.2012, 4:21 PM | Message # 139 |
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| While her pleasure was perhaps not as obvious as Arya’s, the Elf girl was struggling to keep the waves of pleasure rushing through her body from drowning her. She moaned into their hot hungry kiss, the taste of their combined fluids sending shivers down her spine and then forwards to her privates. Her thighs flexed slightly, tightening on the other girl’s leg and pushing her smooth lower lips harder into the soft skin of her lover’s thigh. Moaning into their kiss some more, she found it hard to believe her body could produce so much fluid as she slid up and down the other’s slick leg. Her own knee was pushing hard into the Cynanthrope’s intimate parts, the sheer heat against her skin turning her normally pale knee red.
As the Cynanthrope began to slide up and down her leg, Ílima mirrored the motion, both of them shuddering as their bodies pushed back and forth against each other. She whimpered and moaned into their kiss, their tongues wrestling back and forth between their mouths. The pleasure was so intense, her insides growing so tight she felt like they would break. Her climax was so close that she worried she would leave Arya unsatisfied.
She whimpered in protest as the dog girl pulled away from their kiss, her fingers digging into the other’s shoulder to prevent her escape. Her free hand slid around the back of the Cynanthrope’s neck, holding her head close while she sucked on her tongue, saliva dripping down both their fronts. The liquid felt a little cool as it dropped onto their mashed together breasts, mingling with the sweat and slowly dripping between their breasts. Shivering at the pleasurable trickling feeling, the Elf girl was almost at the point of climax before her tongue was completely out the other’s mouth.
As Arya howled with her climax, spilling hot fluid onto her pale thigh, Ílima felt herself lose control completely. Her head tucked into the crook of her neck as the dog girl looked up during her howling. Moaning into the other’s skin, the Elf closed her eyes and pushed her head hard against the other’s neck and collarbones. Her orgasm was not explosive like her lover’s instead coming out of her in a steady stream that made her pant and groan loudly against the Cynanthrope’s body. She clung hard during the climax, only relaxing when it was finally over.
She pulled away, panting softly and looking at Arya with a big smile on her face. “I think we need another shower,” said the Elf girl, giggling a little in embarrassment. Leaning in, she gave the other girl a gentle kiss on the lips. “That was amazing.” Shifting her position, she let out a small whimpering moan as her sensitive lower lips rubbed against the other’s soaking thigh. “We are kind of…” She grunted slightly, suppressing another moan. “Kind of tangled.” Leaning back, she was eventually able to escape by falling backwards onto her backside. Laughing a little, she laid there soaking wet in all kinds of fluids and completely naked. She sat up a little, using her elbows to prop herself up with her legs spread open and her knees bent, her heels dug into the sheets. The Elf girl did not feel embarrassed being so exposed after what they had just done. The buzz from the orgasm was still strong in her, drawing a blissful smile as she looked up at her friend. “I am not sure if I feel up to going to the shower… or doing anything.” She held out her arms. “I want to lay here with you on top of me…” Her cheeks went suddenly red. “In your dog form,” added Ílima in a tiny whisper that she hoped Arya did not hear.
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Selena had only really noticed things had come to an end when Jasper kissed her on the forehead and said thank you to her. Blinking, the woman sat up and looked around. Seeing the robe, she took it in one hand and found her panties lying on the floor a reasonable distance away. Sighing softly, the scholar staggered into the shower without a word.
The initial cold burst drew a gasp before the hot water that followed it drew a pleasured sigh. Hot water was a little hard to come by in the field so it was nice to have a hot shower, even if it cost having two orgasms and being screwed by a man she just met. She ran fingers through her very long silver hair, wincing slightly from the ache in her loins. It had been a long time since she had last had sex and Jasper had been a very energetic lover. Closing her eyes, she looked up into the stream and let it wash the sweat from her face.
A little while later, she returned clad in her robe, her panties hidden underneath, and a towel wrapped around her long silver hair. “I don’t care about smoking,” she said, plopping herself down on bed. Yawning softly, she tried to ignore the smell of their recent endeavours. Her mind and pride were back in control again, but it was a fragile domination and it was likely what he said next would probably break it one way or the other. “Do you mind if I sleep in your bed? I am exhausted.”
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 30.December.2012, 11:56 AM | Message # 140 |
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| Arya could feel her lover climax nearly at the same time as her, so that they could share their bliss together. It made the moment all the more pleasurable. As her body slowly relaxed, she tried to regain her composure, panting with heavy breaths. Looking at Ílima, listening to her words, she couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps they should have waited to take that last shower, but how was she to know that she would be doing this again tonight? The Cynanthrope was surprised to find that her appetite for this kind of activity was so strong. It must be because of the Elf and her attraction to her. She had never felt this way about anyone before, and it was obviously creating a new kind of hunger inside of her body. As Ílima kissed her, she thought that there was also something new growing in her heart, but that was even more difficult to understand.
While the Elf tried to maneuver herself out of the entanglement, Arya blushed brightly, feeling her skin move against her still very sensitive area. Her whole body felt as if it were humming, filled with warmth and contentment. She slipped down from her knees to sit on her bottom, crossing her legs beneath her thighs, not concerned in the least about modesty. Arya wondered if the Elf would want to take another shower. Honestly, she didn’t feel much like it. She wasn’t nearly as dirty as before, so she could get by, and she was growing very sleepy. She thought she might fall asleep in the shower. But if Ílima took one, she would to. Watching her move about, her red-gold eyes followed her movements closely, taking in the beauty of her skin so exposed and glistening from the heat they had both just shared in. Arya had never seen anything so beautiful.
Lost in her thoughts, she was a bit startled when Ílima held her arms out to her, explaining that she didn’t want a shower. As her hearing was quite good, on account of her dog nature, Arya’s ears twitched as she picked up the soft words of the Elf. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of her changing into her other form right now and sleeping with the other girl. She didn’t find the prospect unpleasant, on the contrary, but, well, it just didn’t seem like a good idea. Something inside of her cautioned her heart against it. Arya was simply too nervous to be in her other form in a town full of people. Her past experiences in these situations had been…terrible, and so she couldn’t risk being discovered here. Rather than explain her reasons, Arya simply pretended to not have heard, leaning forward to kiss Ílima on the forehead before getting up from the bed, pulling her towel, which had been discarded earlier, with her.
Using her towel to dry off her body, she smiled at the other girl. “Yeah, I’m beat. I’ll just change and get into bed…Although, I am really thirsty.” She laughed as she said this, looking around the room for any possible relief. Of course she was thirsty after all that they had done. Happily, her eyes feel on a jug of water and two cups. Perfect. This inn was a little rundown, but it had pretty good service. Wrapping the towel around her body for now, Arya went over to the water and poured a cup full, not hesitating to drink the whole thing down and then refilling. In between drink, she spoke again. “Do you want any, Ílima?” Her eyes fell on the bag that contained their new clothes. It had apparently fallen on the ground because of all of their moving about on the bed. She wanted to sleep in her new outfit. Despite the fact that Ílima had seen everything there was to see about her body, she still felt a little hesitant to sleep naked.
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Jasper felt relieved when the woman took him up on his offer to shower, allowing him the opportunity to smoke in peace. The moment she closed the door behind her, he lit up. Inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes, letting the memory of his recent pleasure wash over him. He leaned up against the wall, propped one leg up so that his foot was on the wall as well. He smoked the cigarette slowly, relishing in the taste, and filling the room with its vanilla scent, mixing with the smell of sex that hung in the air. It was a mixture of smells he had often experienced, and it brought a smile to his lips. Yes, tonight had been a great success.
Opening his eyes, he looked out across the room to the other wall, wondering again about the girls sleeping next door. Had they heard them? They must have. And what had they thought about the sounds coming from his room? Were they curious? He was pleased that the woman had been so loud, as it made it clear that he was doing something to offer her a great deal of pleasure. Would the girls be curious to know how he had done that? Would the find themselves wanting to find out firsthand? This was his hope, but right now he was so satisfied with his recent play that he didn’t care too much. He would bother with them tomorrow.
Moving away from the wall, Jasper brought the now spent cigarette to an ashtray on the table next to the water. Putting it out, he discarded it in the tray and then got a drink of water. His body was tired, but he was not exhausted. He planned on showering when the woman came out, and then he would have a nice, blissful sleep. As he finished his drink, he set the cup down as the woman returned, fresh and clean. Jasper was glad he had finished smoking, but soon found out that he didn’t need to bother with that. Well, that was good. He was a little surprise, as this woman seemed a bit…finicky. His eyes followed her as she went to the bed and fell into it. He intended her to stay the night, and knew that this was her aim as well, so he didn’t mind. Actually, it thought it was cute the way she asked if she could stay. It wasn’t very often that someone would ask to stay after doing what they had done. They would either leave, of just assume they could stay and do so. No questions asked.
Smiling, Jasper walked over to the woman lying on his bed. He went over to the side she was lying on and leaned down to kiss her forehead as he had done before. The kiss was tender, perhaps surprisingly so. After he pulled his lips away, he brushed away some of the damp strands of hair from the woman’s face. “Of course.” This was all he said, not thinking it necessary to remind her that she had nowhere else to stay and that he knew this was her goal all along. Without an explanation, he went away into the bathroom for his shower. Closing the door behind him, he hung the robe up on the hook and stepped into the shower. The water came on warm, as it was still hot from the woman’s shower. He was quick, soaping up without ceremony and rinsing quickly. He washed his hair with the shampoo nearby, which he had brought with him, as it was good for his hair, keeping it soft and smooth. When he was finished, he dried himself thoroughly, wrapped the towel around his waist, and reentered the room. He had only been gone for less than ten minutes.
Jasper could see the woman was fading, but she was still awake as he moved about the room. Going to a bag near the bedside table, he crouched down as he searched its contents. He found a clean pair of boxer briefs, black, just like the ones he had been wearing before. Taking them out, he pulled them on under her towel before removing it completely. He walked around the room clad only in his underwear, as this was how he planned to sleep. Hanging the towel back in the bathroom, he spoke to the woman as he came out again. “Do you want a shirt or something to sleep in?” Stopping at the foot of the bed, his amber eyes looked down at the woman waiting for her response.
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 30.December.2012, 5:53 PM | Message # 141 |
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| Ílima was somewhat relieved when Arya appeared to not hear what she said about her canine form. Whether the girl heard it or not, she did not remark on it so that was good enough for her. She sat up, rubbing at her eyes and yawning a little. Her pale skin glistened in the dull light bulb above. It was naked which was rather unattractive, but it did the job of lighting the rather worn room. The Elf girl could understand why they did not rent this room out often… Were the other rooms better than this? Shrugging lightly to herself, her violet eyes watched the other girl as she sat on the bed. In her cross-legged position, the dog girl was completely exposed and her red fur was impossible to miss. She could remember touching it, the soft strands that were so warm and welcoming. They were more like fur than hair, but she had liked the feeling of it against her skin. It was strange to look at when she was so used to thinking about Elf physiology, but she was getting used to it quickly.
Smiling as the Cynanthrope got up, her eyes followed the other’s bare backside as she stood up before unfortunately covering it with the towel. The other’s figure was so beautiful to look at, so toned with a pleasing light tan that gave her a healthy glow. Sighing softly, she rolled onto her stomach and stretched down from the bed to grab her discarded panties and robe. She picked up the robe, moving to a sitting position so she could slip it on before fastening it around her waist. Satisfied, for now, the Elf girl got up with her panties in hand. “I’d love some. Just give me a minute. I’m feeling a little sticky and I want to freshen up.”
She walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her – she was not sure why when she paused to think about it – before heading over to the sink. Placing her panties on the worktop, her magic flashed through them to clean them. She picked up a flannel and quickly wetted it, opening the robe with one hand while doing so. Working slowly, she wiped the sweat and other fluids from her body, enjoying the pleasing cold water on her roasting hot skin. As she came to her lower lips, a small shuddery moan escaped her as the rough cloth worked over her sensitive skin – the recent orgasm making her particularly tender down there. Sighing softly, the Elf girl grabbed a towel to dry off her body before pulling her panties on and tying her robe back up.
Returning to the room, Ílima gave Arya a warm smile as she headed over to the table with the water. Taking the glass, she drank a deep one before drinking a second one. “I needed that,” said the Elf, placing her hand on the other girl’s bare shoulder. “So you want to put on your new pyjamas?” Smiling, she leaned in and kissed the side of her mouth. “Do you want me to change the fabric to the same kind as my clothing? I noticed you liked the feel of it so I thought I would offer.” Blushing slightly, she picked the white shirt out of the bag on the table. “I’ll just get ready.” Feeling suddenly embarrassed, the Elf turned her back on the other girl and removed her robe, letting the Cynanthrope see her bare back and her panties. She pulled the shirt on, buttoning it up and sighing softly at the warm silky fabric on her bare skin. The garment stretched down to just below her buttocks, covering her panties but little else. If she stretched her arms up, most of her panties ended up being exposed – the Elf wished the shirt stretched further, but there was little option with that small store they found.
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Selena barely stirred as he walked about the room, only opening her golden eyes briefly when he kissed her forehead. The movement had been surprisingly tender but she knew there was little feeling in him for her -- he was perhaps just being nice since he had enjoyed himself using her body. She did not mind it too much, personally, since everything else that had happened earlier was far worse than a simple kiss. She sighed softly, watching him out of the corner of her eye until he went into the bathroom.
She sat up, yawning before pulling back the sheets so she could get into bed. The robe came off followed quickly by her panties. Looking down at herself, the scholar felt suddenly self-conscious again about the state of her bush. Normally she slept in the nude, sometimes stretching to panties if it was certain times of the month, but now she felt too awkward to do such a thing. Sighing softly, she pulled her panties back up her slim toned legs before she slipped under the sheets and wrapped one of them around her nude form. Closing her eyes, she listened to the sounds of Jasper washing before he returned to the room.
When he next spoke, the woman was barely conscious, but she managed a grunt to say that she did not require a shirt before falling back into silence. She knew it would perhaps tempt him to use his charms on her once he realised she was practically naked, but it was the only way she was able to sleep so she would have to take the risk. Part of her rather liked the idea of him getting frisky again, however. It would be lovely to have his hands cupping her breasts as he held her from behind. Biting her lip, she inwardly cursed herself as her dark tan nipples began to grow hard at the thought – this man really had gotten quite a hold on her.
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| Syngey | Date: Wednesday, 02.January.2013, 11:21 PM | Message # 142 |
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| Arya watched the Elf as she moved away into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. It was understandable that she wanted to freshen up, and it made her wonder if she should too. Honestly, she felt fine the way she was. A little sticky here and there, but drying off with the towel had been enough for her. She was used to be messier than this, although not in the same way at all of course. While she waited for Ílima
to come back, she found herself taking another drink of the water. She wasn’t really thirsty anymore, but she felt unsure of what she should do now. As the bathroom door opened and the girl returned to the room, Arya was struck by the thought that she could have gotten dressed, but she supposed she could just do that now.
As Ílima’s hand gently rested on her shoulder, a smile formed on Arya’s lips. She liked these small gestures. At the mention of her changing into her sleep clothes, she nodded, feeling rather tired now and looking forward to getting to bed. She wasn’t expecting the sudden kiss, so she was unable to return the gesture before the other girl pulled away, but it made her smile grown. She was so unused to such affection that she hardly knew how to react. Arya wondered if the Elf was just naturally affectionate, and then found herself wondering what she herself was like. She had never felt this way towards another person before; would she be affectionate?
Unable to consider this question for long, her thoughts were diverted to the question that was posed. She hadn’t thought of changing the fabric, she was still getting used to the fact that such a thing was even possible, but it did sound nice. “If you don’t mind…that does sound nice.” Arya didn’t want to make Ílima do anything that she didn’t want to, or that would be difficult. Did she still have the energy to do something like that? “You don’t have to push yourself though…If you’re tired…” Her eyes strayed away from the Elf’s face, feeling embarrassed as she considered why the other girl would be tired. Thinking of this, she felt her cheeks flush with warmth as she watched Ílima take off her robe and begin to put on her new shirt. Seeing her bare back made her body heat up even more, forcing her to turn her eyes away again. Arya didn’t want to get excited again. She was exhausted, and she knew Ílima was too. When she thought it was safe, she looked in the girl’s direction again, seeing that she was buttoning up the shirt. It looked very good on her, more so that she would have thought. She had to admit that she liked the fact that the shirt didn’t cover her legs. They were so beautiful. She was looking forward to sleeping close to her soft skin tonight.
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Jasper looked at the woman, noting that her robe had been discarded, meaning that she was at least partially naked under the sheets. The thought sent a quiet murmur of excitement through his lower half, but he didn’t really have plans to do anything more to the woman tonight. Well, he didn’t plan to, but sometimes things just happened. Seeing her indicate that she didn’t need anything more to sleep in, he wondered if she was trying to make herself easily available. Raising an eyebrow, he considered this, but decided that she was probably just comfortable sleeping this way, but it still said something that she didn’t mind sleeping without a shirt in the same bed as him.
Moving away from the bedside, Jasper decided to have one last smoke before going to bed. Since the woman didn’t mind, he might as well. Taking his cigarette case from the table where he had left it earlier, he put one of the cigarettes between his lips and lit it. Inhaling, he breathed deep before exhaling the vanilla scented smoke, letting it drift above him listlessly. He only smoked half of the cigarette this time, only wanting a little bit before sleeping. When he was finished, he put the cigarette out in the ashtray and moved to flip the light switch. Turning off the light, he plunged the room into darkness. He assumed that the woman would soon be asleep, if she hadn’t drifted off already. It was obvious that she was pretty exhausted from their fun, perhaps she wasn’t used to such a vigorous activity.
Going over to his side of the bed, Jasper pulled the covers down so he could slip in under them. Turning on his side, as this was his natural sleeping position, he found he was facing the woman’s back as she too was on her side. He could make out the outline of her long hair in the dark, smelling the shampoo from the damp strands. Reaching forward, he twirled some of the hairs around his finger as he slid closer to her. Feeling the warmth of her body calling out to him, Jasper moved to wrap his arm around the woman, resting his hand on her chest, but not her breasts. He was simply going to hold her. He was human after all, and he liked to have a warm body to sleep with when he could. Closing his eyes, he wondered if he could fall asleep with such a beauty nearly naked right next to him.
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| Xaimee | Date: Thursday, 03.January.2013, 10:59 PM | Message # 143 |
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| Ílima was grateful to Arya’s kind words as well as how understanding she was. The dog girl’s aggression still caught her out a little but the Elf girl did not regret what had happened between them. It might have perhaps been a little fast, probably way too fast if she thought hard about it, but what was done was done. The closeness and the warmth she felt with her first friend and lover was something she could not explain or ignore. This girl made her happy, capturing her gaze completely and demanding that they remain as physically close to each other as possible. She thought back to just a short while ago on the end of their bed, legs entangled and their skin rubbing against each other with barely any space between. Her violet gaze fell to the other’s lips, the temptation to kiss her and strip her of the threadbare towel concealing her body strong. She wanted to be close to the Cynanthrope. Was it natural to be so hungry for someone else?
She sighed and closed her eyes, smiling to herself as she thought about the Cynanthrope’s deference and sudden shyness. In between bouts of aggression, the dog girl seemed to get far shier than she used to before they had ended up in a relationship. It almost felt like a role reversal at times, considering how uptight she used to be at the slightest hint of skin. As it was, she still did feel a little self-conscious about being completely naked beyond their lovemaking but the Elf girl felt like perhaps things would change on that front -- the ability to feel so free with someone was something she wanted to explore more deeply.
Opening her eyes, she gave Arya a warm smile before nodding her head. “Then I will just do my own shirt tonight and then tomorrow if you still desire it, I shall convert whatever clothing you might want me to change.” Turning away, she crawled onto the bed to pull the sheets back so they could get in. In the process, her shirt slid down her back slightly, showing off everything from her panties downwards, especially how the silky white fabric hugged the gentle outline of her backside and between her legs. She was so used to sleeping alone that she never even realised what she was doing, and if she did then the Cynanthrope being the only witness would not bother her so much anyway.
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Melani had been caught out and that annoyed her. She had underestimated the slavers. Clearly they were very determined to get their pay and were going to take it out on her since she had come before them as a representative of their employers. They should not have been able to keep up with her, but it had turned out they had had a mage hidden in their midst. The damn clairvoyant had somehow predicted where she would stop for the night and she had found herself surrounded just as sleep had been about to take her. If it had been any other time, the dog girl knew she would have sensed them coming, but on the edge of sleep her normally sharp senses were dull.
She growled softly as they moved into the clearing. The big man who she assumed was the leader held a nasty looking club in his meaty hand. Men either side of him held tranquiliser rifles and she could smell other men creeping up through the undergrowth around her. They would probably be armed with clubs and knives, possibly guns if they decided she might be too much trouble. As it was, the Cynanthrope was definitely intending to cause these slavers a lot of trouble for thinking they could just track her down and try to force their desires on her.
In her canine form she would not be flexible enough and they would doubtless just shoot her if she tried to move. Baring her fangs, her hackles rose defiantly as the slavers moved in around her.
“Though you could lose us mutt?” asked the leader, looking particularly pleased.
Sniffing, the dog girl knew she only had one trump card and hoped that it would put them off long enough for her to get an edge. She dipped her head, shaking the pack off her shoulders before letting the transformation take her. Her body glowed bright gold, almost blinding in the gloom of midnight in the Green Woeld. A smile of satisfaction appeared on her transforming lips as she heard the gasps and groans of the men forced to shield their eyes. With the change still taking place, she dived forwards in the direction of one of the men with the rifles. He was too slow to even notice as her completely naked and newly returned human form barreled him to the ground.
The man tried to fight her off but he was too late. She tore his throat out with her fangs before grabbing his rifle and rolling under a tree root to avoid the dart from the other riflemen. The gunman did not have time to reload before her dart was was embedded in his throat. He collapsed to the ground while the leader roared for his men to move in and surround her.
She smirked as they turned on their lanterns and torches, making them even easier to spot than before. Shimmying up the broad tree next to her, the blood spattered and sweating Cynanthrope decided it was time to see how they liked being hunted for a change. Crouching on a branch over the spread out group as they tried to find her, her nude form shone in the lanternlight below. It was amazing that even after years of living in this forest, so many of the people who lived here always forgot to look up.
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 13.January.2013, 9:42 PM | Message # 144 |
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| Arya let out a yawn, covering her mouth as she felt her exhaustion overcoming her. She wanted to get dressed and into the bed as quickly as possible. It seemed likely that she would fall asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, and surely Ílima was just as tired. It was difficult to even think of what they might do tomorrow, but after some good rest she thought she would want to explore the town some. This was the first town like this that Arya had seen since leaving home, so she was interested in what there was to see. As she considered this, her eyes wandered to the Elf’s figure. While the girl adjusted the sheets, it was impossible not to notice how much of her skin was being revealed. Focusing on the outline of her panties, Arya found she couldn’t look away as she thought of what was hidden underneath. It was difficult to hold herself back, but she managed to not reach out and touch the other girl.
In an attempt to distract herself, Arya got her clothes out of the bag so that she could change. The two pieces were soft enough to her, but she thought that Ílima’s clothes were probably softer because of the special fabric. Still, she was fine with the way it was. There was no need to make the Elf go through the trouble of changing the fabric right now. Glancing over her shoulder, she wondered if she should get dressed in the bathroom, but since the other girl didn’t, she thought she should just change here. Leaving her towel securely wrapped around her, she slid the thin panties upwards into place. They didn’t cover much, but it was more coverage than if she wore nothing. Keeping her back to Ílima, she removed the towel, letting it rest on the table she was standing in front of. The fabric of the bottoms, like the top, was slightly sheer so that her skin could be seen though it just barely. It rested snuggly on her backside as she moved about to pull the top on over her head. The top slipped on easily, falling over her small breasts, the thin straps resting on her shoulders. She could feel that the straps were twisted, so she ran her fingers along them to straighten them out.
Once everything was in place, Arya turned around, hoping that the outfit looked good on her. The of her breasts could be seen through the fabric, but it covered her for the most part. It fit just as well as it had in the dressing room earlier, and she felt comfortable in the outfit despite the fact that so much of her legs were exposed. Looking down, she also noticed that her red fur was peeking through the panties. Her face quickly turned red to almost match the color of the fur. She wanted to cross her legs, or do something to cover herself, but her only option was to get under the covers on the bed. Perhaps she should shave tomorrow if she got the chance so that the fur was at least covered by her panties. This wasn’t the kind of thing she had ever needed to think about before, but everything had changed so quickly that she was now worrying about her appearance. Her legs could also use a shave. She was suddenly very aware of how much hair she had, it seemed to be everywhere, probably a symptom of her Cynanthropy.
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| Xaimee | Date: Monday, 14.January.2013, 5:17 AM | Message # 145 |
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| The Elf girl had finished making the bed and using her magic to clean up the sheets by the time the dog girl had finished changing. She sat back, kneeling on the bed with her legs slightly apart so she could rest more comfortably on the bed. Her hands rested between her slightly open legs, her slender fingers digging slightly into the rather cheap sheets -- they felt rough to her compared to what she was used to sleeping in. “You look lovely,” she said softly, smiling kindly at her lover as she looked over her slender form. The chocolate coloured fabric suited her, hugging her gentle curves and showing off her impressively long legs. They seemed to almost stretch on forever, drawing her eye slowly up until she noticed the red fur poking out. Blushing slightly, she figured that Arya had probably never needed to worry about things like that with her usual type of underwear. “I’ll put the light off,” said the green-haired girl, shuffling along the bed before getting off and heading to the door.
She flicked the light off. In truth, neither of them really needed the light but it was convenient and she did prefer seeing in colour. Smiling at the Cynanthrope who was standing there looking a little lost. Walking over, she took the other girl’s hands and squeezed them gently. “I like you how you are,” said Ilima softly, leaning in to kiss her gently on the lips a few times. She restrained herself from deepening the kiss, not really feeling the desire to let things heat up again. The Elf did not quite understand why she kept showing affection like this. Ordinarily she was restrained, but every time she was close to other girl, she could not stop herself from kissing and being close to her. “Don’t worry about it.”
Her left hand slipped down from the other’s hand to her thigh. For some reason, she had not noticed the very fine fur over her leg before. Had it been because of the sweat? Working slowly, her fingers drew up her thigh to her hip. The dog girl’s toned leg felt very nice, the very fine fur tickling the tips of her digits in a pleasing way. Eventually her hand settled on the side of the other’s panties, her thumb rubbing the lace trim as she pulled Arya close to plan another warm kiss on her lips, ignoring the feeling of their breasts pushing together. “We should get to bed,” she said in between kisses, settling down to hug the girl, resting her chin on the other’s largely bare shoulder. It was tempting to grab the other’s buttocks, but the Elf resisted and instead just hugged her. One hand gently rested on the small of her back, much preferring her warm bare skin than the soft mesh of her cropped top.
Eventually Ílima pulled away, reluctantly releasing her friend so she could get into bed. Waiting for the other to join her, she smiled as the sheets enveloped them both. She was not quite sure what to do now that they were laying together. The Elf was tired, very much so, but suddenly things felt very awkward. They had laid together yesterday in the small hollow, but this felt so different, especially since they were wearing a lot less clothing. She shifted her leg slightly, freezing when her foot touched the other’s ankle. Turning her head to the side to look at the Cynanthrope, the thought of grabbing her and tangling together crossed her mind. The image in her head was pleasing, but she suddenly felt embarrassed and found herself unable to follow it through. “Good... good night,” said the Elf, thankful the dark and her long hair hid her blushing cheeks.
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The Cynanthrope pounced on the second rifleman from above, breaking his neck before her could cry out. She shot his partner who had been alerted by the scuffle, the dart sending him tumbling unconscious to the ground. Moving quickly, the dog girl ditched the rifle and broke the neck of the drugged man, cursing as another couple of men appeared out of the undergrowth. She leaped behind a tree, shots smashing into the trunk next to her. Splinters filled the air around her, her unblemished skin opening up in small bloody scratches as the wood flitted past her.
She clambered up the tree, growling softly as she heard the slavers warning each other that she was in the trees above. Melani needed to end this quickly before they got more coordinated. Infuriatingly, she had still not found the mage and she had no chance to get away until she found that stupid magic user.
A bullet whisked past her as she crossed over a bridge formed of tangled branches. Swearing, Melani burst into a run, her sharp nails digging into the bark to help keep her steady despite the uneven surface. She was quickly up to a height where their lights did not reach, forcing them to cease their shooting and to begin clambering up to join her. It was never a difficult climb in the Green Woeld with the massive trees forcing such large roots that were more like walkways than branches.
The large leader lumbered into view, accompanied by his remaining men. He held a vicious looking shotgun in his meaty hands, clearly having thought better about taking her alive. The rest of his group split up, leaving three groups of two for her to take out. She could not be sure if the mage was with the leader but that seemed the most likely -- he was likely quite important to their operation.
Watching their progress, she carefully picked her way across the smaller branches usually used by the local wildlife than fully grown humans. They groaned dangerously under her weight, threatening to throw her off balance, but keeping upright had never been a problem for her considering her previous pursuits in life. The young woman looked down at the two men walking along a broad branch beneath her and smiled before dropping down silently between them.
One of the men cried, moving to shoot her but finding a fist in his groin sending him falling back. With a scream, he fell off the branch to the hard ground below.
Spinning around, the man she had landed behind had turned around, managing to get a shot off that she barely dodged. Her ears rang from a gun being fired so close, the smell of gunpowder filling her nostrils and drowning out all the other smells around her. She closed the distance between them quickly, her fangs flashing in the light of his torch before her teeth sunk into his neck. Tearing at the flesh, she spat out a bloody wad of the slaver’s neck before tossing him off the branch to join his friend in the darkness below.
Melani leaped back up into the narrow branches above, finding a safe place to hide and rest when the other two groups of slavers arrived to investigate the noise. She smirked as the leader split them up again, each team heading in the opposite direction. If they had stayed together, it was unlikely the Cynanthrope would have been able to do anything but run. They still thought she was some animal or weak little girl they could corner. Humans always thought they were better than her -- it made her laugh at how wrong they were.
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| Syngey | Date: Tuesday, 12.February.2013, 4:03 PM | Message # 146 |
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| Arya felt her face flush with color as the other girl complimented her. She wasn’t used to hearing such things, but more than that she was embarrassed to admit how much she yearned for the Elf’s approval. Just a few simple words made her heart flutter. She wondered if Ílima felt anything like this when she spoke to her. Did her words matter to her? Feeling uncertain about how to act now that she was so aware of herself and her appearance, she was relieved when the other girl acted, fixing the bed and moving to turn the light out. When the artificial light in the room disappeared, her canine eyes adjusted immediately, glancing about to get her bearings before noticing that Ílima was coming towards her. Her soft touch filled her with warmth, and she happily accepted the gentle kiss she was offered. Apparently she had picked up on Arya’s discomfort regarding her appearance, and now it seemed that she was trying to reassure her. It was a very sweet gesture, one that was truly appreciated. It amazed her how the other girl had picked up on her feelings without her having to say anything. She felt very lucky to have such a caring and affectionate person near her.
As Ílima ran her fingers along her thigh, Arya felt a tingle of pleasure, but she was also very much aware of the hair on her skin now. The Elf had no such hair, her skin was so soft and beautiful to touch, but the Cynanthrope’s skin was harder, rougher. Did Ílima mind? Perhaps she really should shave. Surely she would prefer to touch someone with soft skin. Her thoughts shifted as the Elf’s fingers drew nearer to her panties, pressing against the lace for a moment, warming her up even more. As their lips met, a part of Arya wanted to do more, but her tired body urged her to keep calm and restrain her desires. They had already done so much tonight. It was difficult to believe that she could even want to do more, but her body seemed to respond so easily to Ílima’s touch. Nodding silently, she followed her to the bed.
With a quiet sigh, she rested into the bed, pulling the sheets up to cover her. Not that she was cold. Feeling Ílima’s body so close to hers made it impossible to be cold. Not to mention the taste of her kiss lingered on her lips, begging for more. As silence filled the room, Arya lay still on her back, looking up at the ceiling, examining the texture as a way to keep her mind off of the beautiful creature next to her. But, try as she might, her heart beat strongly in her chest, revealing her nervousness. Why was she so worked up? Were her urges so uncontrollable? Perhaps this had something to do with her Cynanthrope blood. Yet another mystery that she would never know the answer to. Frowning at the thought, she wondered if she was more animal than human. That would explain her behavior after all. Swallowing hard, Arya tried not to think about it too much.
Arya’s body stiffened slightly when she felt Ílima’s foot brush against her ankle. It was a simple touch, but it had a strong effect. She wanted to hold the other girl close. She hadn’t forgotten the last two mornings, and the terrified state the Elf had woken up in. Would she have the nightmare again? Arya couldn’t stand the thought of Ílima suffering. She wanted to hold her and to keep her safe if she could. But her thoughts were not all pure. She also wanted to hold her so that she could feel her body pressed against hers, sharing their warmth. The thought caused her heart to beat faster. She was certain it was beating so loudly that the other girl would be able to hear. When the Elf said goodnight, her ears perked up with concern. There was something in the tone of her voice that didn’t sound quite right. Was she upset about something? Was there something she wanted? Recalling that she had mumbled something about wanting to lay with her, in her other form, she wondered if she wanted to be held as much as Arya wanted to hold her. Not letting her uncertainty stop her any longer, she turned on her side and moved closer to Ílima, reaching out and wrapping her arm around her slender body. Pulling her close, she brought their bodies together as she slipped her leg in between Ílima’s, closing tight around her. Breathing softly, they were no close enough that the Elf would be able to feel her breath on her forehead. Pressing her lips against her forehead softly, she squeezed the girl tight. “Sweet dreams.” A part of her wanted to do more than this, but she restrained herself.
*** Jasper felt a slight urge to do something more with the woman, but his exhaustion won over his desire. Besides, if he changed his mind in the night, he could always act on his desire then. There would also be the morning. That was a great time for sex. The thought caused a small smile to form on his lips and a slight tingle of exhaustion to flow through his body. But he managed to keep himself in control and stopped himself at a simple kiss planted on the woman’s soft shoulder. Holding her body close to his, he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep. Soon after he fell asleep Selena followed him, letting her body relax under his comforting touch.
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| Xaimee | Date: Tuesday, 12.February.2013, 6:03 PM | Message # 147 |
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| Ílima could feel the tension in Arya’s body as she lay next to her. Before, the Cynanthrope had been completely relaxed whenever they had been close, but since their relationship had changed, it was obvious that the magnetism between them both thrilled and scared them a little. She had always thought herself restrained and modest, yet she had made love to this girl twice after only meeting her two nights ago. They had only shared their first kiss this morning. It made her feel slightly ashamed, yet at the same time, the connection between them felt far more than merely lust. Her lover was beautiful, kind and strong. She was eveything she had ever wanted in anyone. It was true that she was a female, but the Elf found it hard to care about that fact. What she cared about was the way their closeness made her feel. No one had ever cared about her like this. It was not just lust she felt from the other girl, it was a true desire to be as close as possible.
As if sensing her thoughts, Ílima froze slightly as the dog girl suddenly wrapped a strong arm around her slender form. Blushing gently, she restrained a soft moan as the other’s slightly furry leg brushed between her own smooth legs. Tangling her own legs, she tentatively slipped an arm around her friend and lover. Her soft slender fingers gently brushed over the small of the Cynanthrope’s back, caressing the soft smooth flesh.
“Sleep well,” whispered the Elf girl, kissing the soft spot between her girlfriend’s collarbones. Closing her eyes, she listened to the sounds of their breaths and their hearts. She could feel the other’s warm breath against her forehead, comforting her and letting her know that she was safe. For once, Ílima felt she could relax as she slipped into a deep sleep, enveloped in the safe warmth of the girl she was falling hard for.
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Melani dodged the knife, stepping past the swing until she was face to the face with the man. Giving him a bright smile, showing off her fangs, the Cynanthrope smashed her head into his face sending it back with a crack before plunging her teeth into his throat. With a tearing sound, the other man screamed as he bled out almost instantly. Pushing his body away, it felt loudly to the ground below. Shots rang out all around her, the leader and the mage having caught up to her far faster than she expected. Wincing as a small shotgun pellet nicked her shoulder, the dog girl leaped off the broad branch and caught onto a low hanging branch, swinging off it into the darkness. It appeared that stupid mage had predicted her movements again.
Landing on another branch, she crouched down low and took the brief opportunity to look at her shoulder just above her arm. Crimson blood flowed from the small hole in the meat of her shoulder. It hurt like hell but it was nothing more than a nasty looking flesh wound. The girl knew she was fortunate it had only grazed her but that did not stop her being a little irritated that she had let her opponents get the satisfaction of drawing blood.
She licked the spot gently, its coppery taste adding to the myriad different bloods in her mouth thanks to her fondness of tearing out the throats of her enemies. It was an effective technique, frightening witnesses and killing opponents quickly. Melani was aware how feral it made her look, but why should she deny her nature? After all, humans treated her like an animal and there was no point in pretending to be a weak human -- they were more than happy to bully those not like them.
Hearing some rustling nearby, she cursed quietly and got to her feet. Dashing along another bridge formed of branches, she clambered up the slippery bark to a higher level. She smiled as she watched the two men appear beneath. They were shining torches all around them, peering into the shadows where she had been but not finding her new hiding place. It was probably only a matter of time before that accursed mage found her -- she would have to move fast.
Running her hand along her wound, she grabbed a small branch and snapped it carefully off its larger parent, being careful not to make too much sound over the rustling all around them. She began to whisper words under her breath, the blood on her hand soaking into the dark wood. The dog girl had hoped not to have to resort to this, but she was growing tired of the game and wished to end it quickly. Her master had taught her how to call to the spirits of the Green Woeld and force them to do her will. It required her blood, the connection to her master who had given her a portion of his will.
She expertly threw the sharpened twig, letting it smack off the back of the leader’s head. He swore, turning around and blasting the spot she had been in a moment earlier. Bits of wood and mulched leaves filled the space around them. Taking advantage of the cover and noise, Melani yelled out the command for the twig to animate.
With a creaking groaning sound, the twig suddenly began to grow. The leader and the mage turned towards the thing growing suddenly between them. Sharp branches shot out from the rapidly expanding trunk, impaling the mage through the chest and the leader through his massive shoulder.
The Cynanthrope cursed slightly as the leader began to haul himself off the tree before it could sprout more branches. Clearly his bulk was not just for show. She moved quickly, jumping onto his back and wrapping her arms around his massive neck. Her ample bare bosom pushed into the back of his shoulders, the flesh spreading against his back, the hard nipples tingling as they brushed over his bloodied shirt.
“Damn bitch. What are you?” he growled, struggling to disentangle himself from her grip as well as the branch sticking through his shoulder.
She sniffed, digging her knees into his back so she could use her weight more effectively against him. “Better than you,” said Melani, smiling as the leader cried out and finally dropped the shotgun held loosely in his undamaged hand. The movement brought another branch shooting out, impaling his other shoulder. She continued to pull, barking out a command in a language that sounded more like a child pretending to be playing music than words. It was effective however, two more branches shooting out to impale the man through his thighs, lifting him off his feet. Dark red blood leaked from his wounds, drenching his worn jeans and shirt in scarlet.
Sliding off his back, she edged around him, sniffing in derision as he pathetically tried to push her off the branch while she sidled past him. Melani finally clambered on top of the tree, moving to crouch down in front of him. She cared little as his eyes surveyed her bloodied nude form that was completely exposed to him, her crouching position making her entrance particularly apparent at his eye level.
“Did you really think that you could attack me and get away with it?” asked the Cynanthrope, her reddish brown eyes shone in the wan moonlight that managed to cut its way through the canopy high above. “We don’t need you now anyway. You should have just cut your losses.”
“Let me go,” he growled, struggling but only hurting himself more.
“Not yet” said the dog girl, shaking her head. She stroked the wood, sending another two branches slicing into his chest through non-vital spots. Patting the small tree that had grown out of the broad branch come walkway. At her gentle touch, the six branches withdrew. He collapsed with a grunt before gravity and the wood slick with his blood finished the job. She watched him impassively as he slid off, his crippled limbs unable to save him as he fell into the shadows below with a scream.
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| Syngey | Date: Thursday, 21.February.2013, 1:31 PM | Message # 148 |
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| Arya felt herself waking up. She knew morning had arrived because a warm light had seeped into the room through the window. The warmth was pleasant, but the light annoyed her as it tried to force her to open her eyes and get out of the bed. She hadn’t woken up once in the night, at least not that she could recall. Her body had shifted only slightly from the position it was in when she fell asleep, making the soft skin of Ílima’s body the next sensation Arya recognized as she regained consciousness. She had no memory of falling asleep, so it must have happened quickly. This made sense, considering how exhausted she had been, but it was still a bit jarring to be waking up when the last thing she remembered was saying good night to the girl sleeping next to her. She was sure she had never slept so well before.
Ílima’s scent washed over the Cynanthrope, overcoming her senses with the memory of what they had done the night before. As she collected her thoughts, she became aware of the other girl’s hand resting on her skin, under her shirt. Opening her eyes slowly, she could see the morning light covering the room, but her attention was focused on the sleeping Elf, and the hand that remained curled up under her shirt. Shifting her gaze downwards, she saw that the other girl was still asleep, or at least it looked that way. Either way, she appeared to be at peace. This was a relief, as Arya had feared that her new friend might have an uneasy sleep as she had before. Smiling at the sight, she moved her arms slightly, pulling her body closer to hers. Kissing her forehead gently, she was surprised at how at ease she felt, even when Ílima’s hand moved slightly from her movement, brushing up against the side of her breast momentarily. There was a simple calmness washing over her, warming her from the inside out. She wondered how long it would last. She didn’t want to move from this position until she absolutely had to. Caressing Ílima’s back, she felt content and happy.
The touch reminded her once again of the events that had taken place only hours ago. Everything seemed a bit different in the light of day, but she didn’t feel any regret for her actions. Arya wondered how Ílima would feel when she woke up. Would she feel differently than she had last night? Moving her hand up and down the Elf’s back, she sighed softly, hoping that wouldn’t be the case. She did wonder how long the girl would sleep though. She kind of wanted her to wake up. Maybe she should let her sleep though…she was probably pretty tired from all their travels and last night. But, well, she really wanted to kiss her. Would that wake her up? Not giving it very much thought, Arya brought her lips to Ílima’s, giving her a soft morning kiss.
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Selena woke with the sudden realization that she was in a strange bed. Her eyes shot open with the intent of discovering her location and recalling how she came to be here. The amber color of the morning sun pushing through the blinds enveloped the room. It was a hotel room, that was clear, and not a very nice one. Her head was pointed towards a wall, she was sleeping on her side, on the edge of a bed. It smelled like vanilla…and tobacco. A sinking feeling rushed over her. There was someone in the bed with her, sleeping—should could tell by the deep, slow breathing—pressed against her naked back. Her eyes fell upon a bag on the floor with come clothes inside of it. They were men’s clothes, and the sight reminded her of exactly who was sleeping behind her. That man. She remembered all that they had done now. A part of her had expected to wake up to the realization that they had done more after she had initially fallen asleep, but it appeared he was still tired for any of that. It was a relief. Losing control of herself like she had…that wasn’t something she wanted to repeat.
Intending to get out of the room without waking Jasper, Selena slipped out from under the covers in one fluid motion. Turning around to face the bed, she was relieved to see she had succeeded, he had not stirred. Without a moment’s hesitation, Selena moved about the room silently, picking up her clothes and putting them one piece by piece. Once she was fully dressed, she caught sight of herself in the bathroom mirror. Frowning, she moved closer to it to fix her hair as best she could. She didn’t want to look out of sorts when she met with that woman, if she showed up this time.
Satisfied, she moved to leave the room. As she walked by the bed she couldn’t help but look at the sleeping man once more. He was still asleep, apparently unaware that she had left his side. It was strange, but he almost appeared innocent as he slept, but this image did not mesh with what she had experienced the night before. Shuddering as her body recalled the pleasure, she turned away from him and slipped out of the room undetected. The building was coming to life as tenants woke up and headed downstairs for a meal. She had no intention of sticking around. Leaving without a word to anyone, Selena moved towards the meeting spot.
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 24.February.2013, 6:36 PM | Message # 149 |
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| Ílima felt warm and surrounded by softness. Sighing peacefully, the girl suddenly felt something against her lips. Opening her mouth slightly instinctively – where did she learn such an instinct? – the Elf returned the kiss tenderly. She felt a warm breath pushing into her mouth, mingling with her own. Moaning softly, she felt herself starting to wake up slowly, her violet eyes flickering open as she yawned and stretched. Unfortunately, the green-haired girl did not realise quite where her hands were as she reached outwards. The arm tucked into the side of the dog girl’s tiny brown top moved upwards. Her lover’s rather smallish breasts could do little to prevent the inevitable march upwards, the top ending up as a tiny band tucked just under armpits with her breasts exposed. Her other hand had been resting on the Cynanthrope’s stomach and slid downwards, her fingernails catching in the lace waistband of the panties part of the pyjamas. The fabric half slid down, ending up halfway down the other girl’s thighs.
She felt herself coming to full wakefulness as she felt fur pressing against her arm. The Elf’s eyes snapped open at the feeling of the warm hairs, her cheeks growing red at the sight before her. Her hand was lost inside Arya’s panties and her top, her slender fingers sliding along the other’s armpit. Her gaze could not look away from the other’s exposed body, nor could she forget what had happened last night. Biting her lip, she wanted to say something to the other girl but nothing could come to mind. Seeing the dog girl’s body in the morning light was hard to describe. It made everything clear to her. The events of yesterday had not been a dream. She really had become this wonderful girl’s lover and they had shared the most intimate time a person could share together. Ílima was happy but right now, she felt incredibly awkward in this current situation. The Elf wanted to return this to a tender moment, but her natural ability to get into trouble had struck once again.
“I… I am sorry,” said Ílima after what felt like minutes of silence. “I did not mean it.” Biting her lip, she tried to move her hands so she could adjust the other’s clothing but they refused to move. She was enjoying looking at the other’s naked body, admiring her lean form with its taut stomach and subtle musculature. Arya was fit and she liked to see it. The red fur between her legs was especially vivid in the morning light, drawing attention from the tannish pink tips of her modest breasts. Licking her lips, she blushed deeply looking up at the other’s red gold gaze. “I am really sorry. My arms will not move. I do not know why.” She laughed a little nervously. ”You… You are very beautiful.” The Elf laughed in embarrassment again.
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Melani awoke in her human form. She did not know when she had transformed from her canine form but it did bother her much. Stretching out under the tree roots she had settled under, she yawned, her fangs shining in the morning light. The small chinks of light that entered through the canopy above dappled her skin, highlighting the dried blood and dirt that coated most of her skin. The cool morning air brought her out in goosebumps, her tan nipples growing hard. She groaned softly, sitting up and arching her back, pushing her breasts out and letting her spine click back into place. It was time to meet the contact of the Chosen. She had no idea who had been picked for the job, but they would likely be as hostile and hateful of her as they all were. Making them wait an extra day would make them particularly hostile. Not that, the Cynanthrope was particularly gentle in her speech towards them. Her master knew most of them did not care or believe in them. The master knew only she truly believed in what had to be done. The Chosen merely sought power and to force the Master to give it to him in return for what they needed.
She crawled out of the hollow, wrinkling her nose at the smell of death and sweat that covered her. Last night had been such a waste, so much death over nothing. Perhaps she could have settled with just the mage dead but it had been impossible to tell until she had killed most of them. They would not leave her alone so it seemed to be the best to get rid of all of them. The creatures of the Green Woeld would take care of the corpses.
Walking over to a nearby stream, she waded into it. The cold water invigorated her, sending a shiver through her that woke up her aching head completely. Commanding the ancient trees of the megaforest was not something that came natural to her kind. It hurt her mouth to use the words and her mind would always reject even thinking about them when she tried to. It had taken months of agony to force her memory to accept the various commands. She wished she could be just as powerful and useful as the master she served. The master said she was useful, that she would be rewarded, but it was so hard to feel worthy.
Her body began to glow gold as she emerged from the stream, as clean as she could be with just cold water. The stream led into the Lake Ash. Unlike the sickly looking grey river that fed it, the stream was a beautiful crystal clear body of water and really quite pleasant looking. In her canine form, it would only take a few minutes to reach the meeting spot outside the town of Ashbridge.
When the glow faded, the black dog padded back into the hollow, digging out her bag and carefully flipping it onto her shoulders before she charged off into the woods in the direction of the meeting point.
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| Syngey | Date: Wednesday, 12.June.2013, 4:04 PM | Message # 150 |
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| Arya’s lips rested softly against the other girl’s, waiting for her to stir. She wasn’t certain the touch would wake the sleeping girl, but she hoped it would. After everything that had happened between them, Arya felt herself longing to speak with Ílima, to be near her, and to look into her eyes as often as possible. She wanted to hear the sound of the girl’s voice, if she could. When she felt the movement of the Elf’s lips, her body shivered with excitement. She didn’t have any thoughts of doing more than kissing the girl but even that was enough to make her feel a bit eager. Knowing that the girl was waking up, Arya slowly pulled away from the kiss to see violet eyes slowly opening. She felt herself smiling at the sight of the Elf waking up so peacefully. It was a welcome change from the morning before. Opening her mouth to say ‘good morning’, she stopped before any sound came out. She was momentarily frozen by the sudden movement Ílima made. Her whole body tingled, and a rush of warmth poured over her causing her face to turn bright red. Was Ílima trying to…do something? Before she could think otherwise, Arya realized her shirt and panties had been pulled away to expose her body. Despite this, she still couldn’t make herself move. She was a bit shocked that Ílima was being so forward, but she didn’t dislike it.
As Ílima touched her moist fur, Arya’s eyes widened and her body tensed up. Was she going to touch her? Without any warning? Again, not that the Cynanthrope minded…it was just hard to get her mind around what was happening. She had been asleep just moments ago, and now it seemed as though she was been attacked by her lover. Not a bad way to wake up. As these thoughts swirled around in her head, Arya’s heart raced with anticipation for Ílima’s next move. Although, the next move turned out to be an apology. Feeling confused now, Arya’s body cooled down a bit as she tried to figure out why the girl would be apologizing. During all of this her eyes had remained locked onto the other’s, which seemed to be directed elsewhere, but she couldn’t read her thoughts. As Ílima spoke again, Arya thought she was beginning to understand. The girl hadn’t meant to touch her like this; she hadn’t meant to expose her. In other words, Ílima wasn’t trying to do anything to her. Although Arya hadn’t been looking to do anything with the other girl just then, she felt a little disappointed to hear that she wasn’t been attacked by her lover as she had thought. She felt a little embarrassed to have thought that at all.
All of this caused Arya’s face to heat up even more than before, making it visibly red. Letting out a deep breath, she wondered if she would be able to calm down now. She expected Ílima would move away now that she had apologized and explained herself. However, the two girls remained as they were, unmoving. Arya could not bring herself to be the first one to move away. Her body had already woken up to Ílima’s, and the thought of the Elf desiring her had been wonderful. So, when she explained that she couldn’t move, and that she was beautiful, Arya decided to take advantage of the situation. She wanted to have a little fun. Perhaps her playful dog nature was coming out a little now. “Oh?” She took on a bemused tone as she spoke, pretending to not understand why Ílima couldn’t move. “Moving your arms should be easy enough…” She let her voice trail off as she watched the other girl closely. She wanted to see her reaction to everything she said. “Unless, of course, you don’t want to move.” Smiling now, Arya remained still. “I don’t think I want to move, so it’s up to you.” Pausing for another moment before continuing, Arya hoped Ílima wouldn’t mind the teasing. “You do whatever you want. You can keep looking at me, or you can touch me.”
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As Selena walked towards the arranged meeting spot she tried to make herself presentable. She didn’t care what that woman thought of her appearance—she certainly wasn’t trying to impress her—but she wanted to avoid any unnecessary clues as to what she had done to pass the time last night after being stood up. It was probably irrational, but part of her thought that the people she passed on the road out of town could see, or smell, what her body was doing with the man only a few hours ago. And, to make matters worse, each time this thought entered her head, the memory of their behavior rushed over her. Looking at her arm as she walked, Selena grimaced as she saw that her hair was standing up, indicating that her body was still reacting to even the memory of the man’s touch.
Grumbling to herself, Selena rubbed her arm roughly to rid herself of the goose bumps that had formed. Luckily, her sleeves would hide these kinds of stupid reactions. As she left the town behind, her pace quickened. She was eager to get this meeting over with and, if she could, leave this place completely. Selena had no desire to remain here.
It was not long before Selena could see the meeting spot ahead of her. Glancing around her as she approached it, she noted that she was alone, which was an annoying revelation. She had hoped the woman would be here waiting for her. How long would she keep her waiting today? Sighing, she stopped underneath the trees, glad that they kept the sun out of her eyes and off her skin. She wondered if perhaps she shouldn’t have rushed to get here, as she found herself alone and with nothing productive to do.
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