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| Xaimee | Date: Wednesday, 12.June.2013, 5:59 PM | Message # 151 |
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| Ílima could see the Energy in Arya’s body upwards as her gaze remained fixated on the small mounds in front of her. Part of her wanted to touch, to learn more about her girlfriend’s body, but most of her was embarrassed and ashamed because of this foolish accident. She had hoped for some tenderness and gentleness rather than the madness, albeit pleasurable, and passion of last night. The Elf could feel a little dampness against the back of her hand where it brushed the soft fur between the Cynanthrope’s legs. It was at once fascinating to see an anatomy unlike her own and utterly terrifying at the same time. She always wondered how doctors managed to get over that but right now she had not discovered that secret.
The dog girl’s slightly deeper and harsher voice sounded oddly light as she finally spoke after the green-haired female’s stammered apology. She was rather surprised to realise that the other female was teasing her. Before she had always been serious even if she was lost in her instincts and passion. This was the first time she had ever been playful...
Biting her bottom lip in a rather unladylike manner, she was finally able to look up to meet the other’s golden red gaze. Her violet eyes betrayed her surprise at the other’s sudden playfulness, but on the other hand the chance to better understand the brown haired girl was exciting. Tensing for a moment, her gaze dropped back down to the other’s breasts for a moment before looking up again. “I...” she began, swallowing and licking her suddenly dry lips. “I... I want to... to know more.”
Tentatively, she tugged the dog girl’s panties down below her knees so she could kick them off while simultaneously tugging the crop top off completely. The chocolate garments ended up somewhere down the other end of the bed as she looked at the exposed form of her girlfriend. She felt rather overdressed in her button-up shirt and panties, but Ílima said nothing for now. Reaching out, her slender pale fingers touched the other’s collarbone, tracing slowly over the curve. Her other hand moved up to trace the other collarbone, caressing the tender slightly tanned flesh. Arya was so skinny but as an Elf that was hardly off-putting.
Her pale fingers slid up to the other’s neck, running along the curves there before moving to her shoulders and down her arms. Brushing over the dog girl’s palms, she hesitated for a moment before taking her hands. Ílima felt like she should say something right now but no words would come to her. Instead she held both of her nude lover’s hands and looked up into her golden gaze. She felt so childish for being so shy and timid. Only Arya’s smile and affection made her come close to feeling comfortable with her own nature.
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Running through the forest was Melani’s fourth favourite thing to do. Her first was her master and her second was something taken from her long ago. The third was swimming which she indulged in often when she was back in the old city. She was often alone and unwanted amongst the cult so kept to herself. They were not true followers of the master anyway so she cared little for their approval. She had been a follower long before the humans showed up and started bring in slaves. Perhaps they were useful because they were assisting their master even if it was for their own selfish desires than true devotion. When they ceased to be useful she knew that her revenge on them for their mistreatment of her would come and it would be very pleasurable indeed.
She suddenly emerged into the clearing, her blank eyes fixing on a blue and grey clad woman standing amongst the roots of one of the megatrees. “Selena,” said the Cynanthrope, her normal emotionless voice sounding like a growl in her canine form. “I’m here. I have not found the Elf. We need new slavers since I was forced to kill the old ones.” She sniffed the air, finding her contact’s scent particularly curious. “You reek of tobacco and sex.” Snorting a little, she rubbed at her nose with her paw to try and get the unpleasant odours out of her nostrils. “You could have bathed.”
Sitting down on her haunches, she waited for whatever foolish message or instruction the Chosen had given to the scholar to relay to her. She was a little surprised that Selena was the one waiting here for her. Ordinarily the desert woman would never leave the city. She was a non-believer but the city fascinated her so she continued to work despite the use of slaves and other questionable practices. At times the Cynanthrope wondered if that made it worse that she was here for money and knowledge rather than religion, but then she thought that perhaps the pursuit of knowledge was the grey haired woman’s religion. Regardless, she did not particularly dislike her contact since she had never mistreated her like the true cult members had. In this woman’s case, her only flaw was her short temper and lack of empathy.
“I don’t suppose you’ve seen a red haired animal or person recently?” growled the hunter. She was sure this unknown animal was responsible for the Elf’s escape but she had no idea what kind of animal or person it was because of how heavy the rain had been. It was a longshot but it was better than nothing.
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| Syngey | Date: Wednesday, 12.June.2013, 7:45 PM | Message # 152 |
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| Arya’s eyes remained fixed on her lover’s face, intent on reading her response to her words. There was a possibility that the Elf wouldn’t understand her teasing, or wouldn’t respond well to it, but that was part of the reason she was teasing her. Arya wanted to know everything about this wonderful girl who had come into her life, and the only way to discover more about her was to try new things with her. Not to mention, she wanted Ílima to know her as well, and this was part of who she was. Although, it wasn’t necessarily a part of her she had been conscious of before. It seemed that the more she was around her new friend, the more she learned about herself as well. Arya just hoped that Ílima would like the person she really was as she continued to grow and change.
The silence that stood between them told Arya that her behavior was, at the very least, confusing the other girl. She didn’t seem to know how to respond. For a moment, she felt her heart jump with fear as a pressing thought weighed her down: would Ílima be annoyed with her behavior? Maybe she shouldn’t have teased her. As Ílima started to speak, Arya remained attentive, hanging on each word. It was with a great deal of relief, and pleasure, that she heard the girl express an interest in knowing more. Honestly, the Cynanthrope didn’t know what she meant by that exactly, but it meant she wasn’t upset. The expression on the Elf’s face was rather arousing, so it would be a shame if she didn’t want to continue in the direction they were headed, but Arya thought she would be able to control her urges if she had to. Not that she had much success controlling herself so far…
Luckily, Arya didn’t need to worry about that, as Ílima expressed herself quite clearly with her next move. She allowed her lover to remove her clothing, moving her arms and legs just enough to help when needed. It was exhilarating to feel the other girl doing this. She wanted to feel more of this. As Ílima traced her collarbone, Arya shivered with delight, closing her eyes for a moment to try and maintain her control. It was hard to believe that she could so easily feel her body becoming weak beneath this girl’s touch, but her body responded so easily to Ílima. Once her touch rested on her hands, she was surprised to find herself thinking that this was incredibly cute. Her eyes searched the other girl’s face for some kind of sign that would tell her how she was feeling, or what she wanted, but all she could see was that she seemed uncertain, perhaps. Was she feeling shy?
The thought made Arya’s face flush with color once again. Ílima’s timid behavior was surprisingly alluring. Swallowing hard, she was suddenly aware of a great thirst building up inside of her. Squeezing the Elf’s hands, she brought them up to her lips and kissed the right hand and then the left. Her lips remained pressed against the top of her left hand before slowly moving to her fingertips. She kissed each finger, treasuring each one. Leaving her mouth close to Ílima’s hand, Arya spoke, letting the warm air from her words linger on the Elf’s skin, “You’re the one who is beautiful.” After a thought, she added, “You’re going to know everything there is to know about me, and I’ll learn all about you.” With that said, Arya shifted her position in order to put her on top of the other girl completely. Still holding her hands, she moved so that the girl was between her legs, and, putting her weight on her knees, lightly pressed her naked, damp, body against the shirt Ílima was wearing. Leaning downwards, she kept her body close to Ílima’s, kissing her lips and letting her breasts touch her lover’s through the shirt. She wanted to take the shirt off of the Elf, but it also felt nice to have a little bit withheld. Pulling away from her lips, Arya felt her heart beating strongly within her chest, telling her that she wanted more. “Is this okay?” Her voice was sincere now. No teasing. Ílima should know what she was asking.
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By the time Melani appeared in the clearing, Selena was hard at work trying to make her hair as presentable as possible, running her fingers through the tangled strands that she had hurriedly tied up in their usual fashion as she rushed out of the room earlier. She looked a bit disheveled, but not terrible. The sudden appearance of the canine caused Selena to jump slightly, sending her heart into a few rapid beats before calming down as she registered who, and what, was speaking to her. Nodding at the animal before her, Selena was relieved to see that she wouldn’t be kept waiting today. Of course, the woman made no mention of why she was late, and she didn’t offer an apology for keeping her waiting. Typical.
The news Melani brought wasn’t exactly great either. Dead slavers and no Elf. That wouldn’t please the Chosen. Not that she cared much. She just didn’t like relaying bad news. To add to her own displeasure, the dog sniffed her out quite easily. Scowling, she wondered if it was worth explaining that she had showered the night before, but, well that bed was full of sex and cigarettes, and it was her fault that she had needed a place to sleep anyway! “I’m sorry that my hygiene is a problem, but I have been waiting since yesterday for this meeting, so I think you are the one who should be apologizing.” Selene was embarrassed, and this made her angry. She just wanted to get this over with. “I shouldn’t even be doing this sort of grunt work. He just wants his Elf, so find her and bring her back. He won’t be happy to hear that you haven’t found her yet.”
Pausing, Selena eyed the creature, feeling the slightest bit of fear rise inside of her. She knew what this woman was capable of. It wouldn’t be wise to lose her temper here. Sighing, she tried to remain calm. There was no reason to bother being angry. Her voice softened. “No, no red-haired anything, but feel free to check the town, I was only at the inn and most people were asleep when I arrived. It’s a lovely place.” Her voice was laced with sarcasm at that last observation. “What should I tell him about your progress? You know he’ll want to hear something.” She was truly hoping to have something to tell him.
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Jasper felt warm. His body was damp with sweat. Breathing out a heavy sigh, his eyes slowly opened, searching for light. It was morning, and he was warm from the sun coming through the window. Kicking the blankets off of his body he wondered why he continued to stay at such an uncomfortable inn. His next thought was that he wanted a cigarette. Sitting up, his eyes fell on them. They were sitting on the table across the room. He would have to get up. Groaning, he felt sleepy and his body was sore. This led to his next thought. Turning his head, he saw the bed was not occupied by the woman. Searching the room with his eyes, he noticed that her clothes were gone. He heard nothing, so it was unlikely that she was in the bathroom. She must have left while he was sleeping. A small smirk spread across his lips. He was usually the one sneaking out. It was a bit strange to be the one left behind, but he didn’t mind. This certainly made things easier for him. Although…he had been hoping for some fun this morning. That was a shame.
Stretching his arms upwards, Jasper yawned loudly, forcing his body to wake up. Swinging his legs off the bed, he paused a moment to gain his strength before standing up. He was tired from the night’s activities, but he would wake up quickly enough with a smoke and a shower. Lighting a vanilla cigarette, he inhaled deeply before sending the smoke out of his mouth slowly. Now he thought of the girls sleeping next door. A smile rested on his lips. He would love to say hello this morning.
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| Xaimee | Date: Thursday, 13.June.2013, 7:56 AM | Message # 153 |
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| Ílima struggled to do things. The slightest hesitation and she would freeze up again, growing hot and shaky. She was rather glad that her girlfriend seemed more forward and sure of herself. Her hands stopped shaking as soft warm lips pressed against the back. The Elf smiled softly, her chest was tight with tension but she felt rather happy too. Even though the brown haired girl was naked and laying on her side against her, she found the tender kisses surprisingly calming. Her heart was still beating fast, her face was still on fire, but her emotions were not quite the maelstrom they had been a few moments ago. She bit her lip to stop herself from whimpering as Arya’s lips pressed against each of her fingers, the small sounds of her lips against her pale skin sent shivers down her spine. It was hard to imagine how they were together after only meeting a couple of days ago. There was a little nagging feeling that perhaps they were going way too fast but, on the other hand, what was happening right now felt good and the Elf girl would give anything to find a little brightness in her world at the moment.
Suddenly she found herself on her back, her lover’s crouching over her. Her face turned bright red, her mouth opening and closing a few times as she tried to say something. She could feel her hands being pinned under the Cynanthrope’s surprisingly strong grip. The other’s slim toned form pressed lightly against her. Her lightly tanned skin felt so warm and soft, the light red fur on her legs rubbing against her smooth pale limbs. The silky material of her pyjama shirt whispered softly as the dog girl rubbed up against her. She could feel the other’s small breasts pushing against her own bosom, rubbing her flesh through the white elvish fabric.
Soon they were kissing, their breaths and soft moans mixing together. Her fingers curled gently, digging her carefully trimmed nails into the back of her girlfriend’s hands. She arched her back slightly, her body growing tense. Ílima could feel heat building up between her legs as they continued to share hot kisses. It reminded her a little of the madness and passion last night but there was less fear in Arya’s kisses and more confidence this time. She could feel sweat breaking out on her skin as they deepened their embrace. Her clothing was sticking to her but not in an unpleasant way. Blood rushed to her face, making her giddy but rather happy. She could hear both their hearts pounding, her breath coming in gasps and her muscles growing incredibly tense. The Elf could not remember ever feeling this warm. It felt as if her insides were on fire.
She blinked slowly as Arya’s voice broke her out of her whirling emotions. Clenching her jaw for a moment, the girl tried to reply but found her tongue refusing to cooperate. All she could do was nod dumbly, her face thankfully too flushed to show how mortified she felt about being lost for words.
Melani sat there looking at the desert scholar. She was slightly amused by the girl’s anger towards her. The Cynanthrope had perhaps been a little harsh but the smells were really rather unpleasant to her canine nose. Regardless, the empty threats about the Chosen’s threats were somewhat beneath Selena but she presumed that her embarrassment was overruling her normally thoughtful manner.
“I was delayed because of the slavers,” she said with a snort. “They tried to kill me because I would not pay them for the Elf they lost.” Her tail swayed softly along the ground, stirring up some long dead leaves and the long wild grass. “That was why I was delayed. I did find out that some sort of red-haired animal or person freed the Elf girl. The rain washed away the scent so my plan was to try the nearest towns.” She stood up and began trotting to the edge of the clearing. “I will go to Ashbridge and check there.” With her message given, the black dog said nothing more and disappeared into the undergrowth.
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| Syngey | Date: Thursday, 13.June.2013, 11:31 PM | Message # 154 |
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| Arya hoped she wasn’t being too forceful. She did have the other girl pinned to the bed, and she was very purposely rubbing her body against hers, but despite her outward confidence she felt uncertain about her actions. She wanted to touch Ílima, and to be touched by her, but it wasn’t as though she would force anything on her. Still, she had to admit that Ílima looked very sexy underneath her. Licking her lips, Arya could taste the other girl on her from their kiss. She wanted more, and it seemed as though the Elf was having similar thoughts. She could feel the warmth from her body pressing through the fabric of her shirt, adding to the heat that was already building up inside her own body. Her skin was growing wetter as she waited for some kind of response from Ílima. Just looking at the expression on the Elf’s face seemed to excite her body.
The small nod from the other girl was all Arya needed to move forward. She had no reason to hold back now. It hadn’t been her intention when she woke up this morning to do this, but things had led in this direction naturally so she wasn’t going to stop what her body was telling her to do. Although her heart was racing from the nervousness she felt, Arya put on a brave face and followed her instincts. She was, obviously, still very new to all of this, but she wanted to make Ílima feel good if she could. Taking her right hand away from Ílima’s, she went to work on the top she was wearing. Unbuttoning the top buttons first, Arya didn’t bother going past these first few buttons and instead just pushed the shirt open to reveal the Elf’s breasts. Seeing them caused her heart to skip a beat, showing her that she really was turned on by this girl’s body. It was a strange thought to her, but there was no denying it at times like this.
Hesitating only a moment, Arya gave into her urges and brought her lips to the soft skin of the Elf’s right breast, kissing the nipple gently. She then used her tongue to play with the sensitive area, while her hand slid downwards. Arya lifted her body upwards slightly, continuing to put her weight on her knees, so that she could slip her hand between Ílima’s legs and then under her panties. While she ran her tongue over and around Ílima’s nipple, her fingers pressed against the sensitive skin below, searching for the right spot to bring the girl the most pleasure. She hoped that what she was doing felt good, but she wouldn’t know until she gave her some kind of sign. Her own body was responding to what she was doing to the Elf. As her tongue ran along her skin, and her fingers became increasingly wet and sticky, Arya imagined how it would feel to have Ílima doing the same things to her. The thought excited her, heating up her body even more.
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Selena brushed a few stray, unruly hairs aside as she waited for Melani to give her some kind of answer. She was hoping for something to tell the Chosen about the possible location of the Elf. That was all he cared about anyway. Men can be so narrow-minded. Stupid really. She shouldn’t have to bother with this kind of stuff. All it did was serve to distract her from her far more important work. Watching the dog carefully, Selena was a bit surprised to hear her actually offering an explanation for her lateness. She supposed that was a good reason for being delayed, but it didn’t lessen her annoyance at being forced to wait around for her.
Taking in the information given, Selena wondered how this news would be received. As the woman announced that she would be checking Ashbridge Selena opened her mouth to speak, but found that she was alone before she had the chance to say anything. That was fine with her, as she wanted to return to her work. It would help her forget her behavior from the night before. Shuddering at the thought, Selena set her attention on getting out of this place.
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Jasper finished his cigarette and put it out in the ashtray with a yawn. His body was slowly waking up. Running his fingers through his hair, he could feel that the strands were tangled and disheveled. He slept deeply last night, not waking up even once. It seemed that he really was exhausted after the fun he had. Just thinking of the pleasure caused a smile to form on his lips. It was a sweet memory that he would not soon forget. Yet, his sights were still set on other exploits. He wanted those girls, and he would do whatever he could to get closer to them today. Jasper thought that the key would be to get them separated. He would have better luck one-on-one.
Although he had taken a shower last night, it was a quick shower, just to rinse off, so he wanted a proper shower now. Walking into the bathroom, he turned the water on to let it warm up while he undressed. Jasper didn’t bother closing the door; he was alone after all. Tossing his boxers on the floor of the bathroom, he stepped into the shower and let the warm water cover his body. Closing his eyes, he faced the water as it washed away the sleep from his face. Turning around, he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it backwards to make sure it was thoroughly wet before pouring a small amount of shampoo into his hand from a nearby bottle. Massaging his head, he worked the shampoo into his hair. Then he rinsed. Next, he went about washing his body with a bar of soap that had an orange scent to it. Breathing in the pleasant smell, Jasper rubbed the bar over his body. Once he had finished, he let the water run down his body once again, not in any hurry to leave the warm, soothing feeling of his morning shower.
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| Xaimee | Date: Friday, 14.June.2013, 7:13 AM | Message # 155 |
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| Ílima felt vulnerable underneath the stronger girl -- she was very dominant and forceful, always the one to make the first move and wanting to push things forward. Despite all that, she found Arya’s predatory nature alluring and it felt good as they shared these moments. They were private, intimate and passionate. She still worried that they were going too fast but it was difficult to ignore how it felt. The Cynanthrope made her happy and she had been desperate for affection and acceptance all her life. It nagged her that she had not been honest about her own background but that could be fixed soon. That moment was not now, however, right now her mouth was rather occupied by her lover’s kisses. It made her body hot, her normally cream coloured skin closer to the colour of the other girl’s fur than its usual pale tone. Her long green hair was splayed out all around her, sticking to her skin wherever it touched. She felt so sticky, the silky fabric clinging to her as the heat brought her out in a sweat. It was getting harder to breathe, her heart pounding and her chest growing tight.
She wondered how she had become attracted to this strange girl or why this girl was attracted to her. It was magnetic and even when they did not intend to, they seemed to end up touching each other and doing things far too intimate for people who barely knew each other. Ílima was happy that Arya wanted to get to know her, but right now that knowledge seemed to only extend to the physical and a little of their pasts. The Elf knew she did not want to part from the Cynanthrope, but apart from that it was difficult to really think of anything or even come to an understanding of how she had finally found an attraction to someone. The fact they were the same gender was something she did not want to pursue at all.
The Elf girl found one of her hands free, her violet eyes following the dog girl’s hand reaching to her pyjama shirt. The white buttons came undone easily -- made even easier by the shirt being at least two sizes too large for her. Her rough fingers worked down about a third of the way before pulling the loose garment open to bare her breasts. She tensed slightly at the bold movement, the dog girl’s breath on her damp skin sending small shivers up her spine. Her hot skin glistened with sweat, the pale mounds rising and falling with each heavy breath. Looking up at the brown haired girl who seemed momentarily paralysed by the sight, her violet eyes slid down the other’s slender body to her small breasts, the lightly tanned flesh hanging down as she remained on her hands and knees. The slightly darker nipples were already hard, looking surprisingly inviting. The sudden desire was new to her but she desperately wanted to suckle on them. Her hunger would have to wait, however, as she found Arya kissing her light pink nipple. The flesh grew immediately hard, the salty sweat mixing with the other’s saliva. Arching her back slightly, the slender pale girl moaned softly as her body grew tense. She did not remember her body being so sensitive but right now even the slightest touch sent pleasurable bolts of lightning through her body.
With Arya laying on top of her, she could do little but let the Cynanthrope do what she wanted. One of her hands was still pinned, her nails digging into the back of the dog girl’s hand. Her free hand was curled into the sweat soaked sheets, moans and gasps escaping in between desperate gulps for air. She felt so utterly awkward, wondering if her reactions pleased or disgusted her lover.
Suddenly she felt rough fingers sliding between her smooth thighs. She involuntarily clenched her buttocks and legs, squeezing the hand that continued its relentless advance. A small whimper escaped her as they hooked around the gusset of her panties before forcing their way in underneath. Her hips bucked suddenly as the dog girl’s nails slid over her clitoris. Moaning, she could feel the heat and dampness between her legs growing worse by the second as her girlfriend continued her relentless pursuit of pleasuring her body. She almost felt like she was doing something wrong but at the same time it felt so right and good as her body spasmed with ecstasy. The Elf girl felt like she was more liquid than flesh at the moment, her body melting in the heat built up between their two bodies. She found the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating.
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| Syngey | Date: Friday, 14.June.2013, 1:34 PM | Message # 156 |
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| Arya could feel Ílima’s body reacting to her touch, arching her back in a way that suggested she was doing something right. Hearing her moan made Arya even more certain that the Elf enjoyed her actions. These small sounds and movements only served to excite the Cynanthrope more. Knowing that the other girl was feeling pleasure made her own body tingle, as if anticipating that she might feel similar pleasure soon. The thought made her focus even more intently on her lover. She didn’t understand why she enjoyed making Ílima feel this way; she really didn’t understand most of what she was doing. All she knew was that she wanted to continue feeling this way. The more moans that escaped the other girl’s lips, the more she felt her body tingling.
Squeezing the Elf’s hand tightly, Arya felt a shiver of pleasure between her legs as her nails dug into her skin. At the same time she could feel Ílima’s legs closing around her hand as she ventured underneath her panties, sliding her fingers against the sticky fluid. As her fingers grazed her clitoris, Arya noticed a strong physical reaction from the girl that told her she should focus on this area. But first she slipped her middle finger against the warm, inviting opening. Her finger only pushed against the wet spot without slipping inside, just enough to take some of the wetness there back to the sensitive clitoris. With her finger wetter than before, Arya lightly pressed the sensitive skin to see what Ílima would do. From the times when she had touched herself, exploring her own body, the still rather inexperienced Cynanthrope had learned that this usually felt good.
While she moved her finger around in a slow circular motion, Arya began to suck the hard nipple that she had been licking before. Sucking hard, she took her other hand away from Ílima’s, although she was a little sad to not feel her nails pressing into her skin anymore. But, she needed her other hand to play with the Elf’s other breast. As she sucked the right nipple, she used her hand to squeeze her left breast. Her own nipples were hard, begging to be touched by the other girl when her turn came. The thought caused her to move her finger a little faster, pressing down a little harder on the wetness below. She hoped this felt good. Her legs were getting a little tired from lifting her body upwards just enough to allow her hand to work below, and her whole body was on fire with excitement, but all she cared about was Ílima‘s pleasure.
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Jasper wondered what the girls were doing right now. Would they still be sleeping? Most likely. It was rather early after all. When he had first woken up he hadn’t heard any noise coming from downstairs, or next door, so he assumed that most people hadn’t yet made it to the dining room. By the time he was showered and dressed that would have changed. He expected to meet a lively group downstairs eating breakfast and drinking coffee, preparing for a day or work. As for Jasper, he was preparing for a day of pleasure. He was still waiting for news on the shipment he was in charge of, but he had nothing to do until that arrived. Well, nothing to do unless he managed to seduce the girls he had been fantasizing about since yesterday.
Turning the water off, he stepped out of the door and grabbed the towel handing nearby to dry off. Rubbing the rough fabric over his skin, Jasper wondered if the girls had heard him last night. He thought it was unlikely that they didn’t. The walls weren’t exactly thick. He hoped that it made them curious, rather than suspicious of his intentions. Well, they would be right to be suspicious. His intentions were rarely ever pure. Drying his hair with the towel, he walked into the room and looked at the bed. It was in need of a changing after last night. He was glad that he requested a cleaning each morning. Hearing a light knock at the door he changed direction and went to see who it could be. Opening the door, he saw a maid with a shocked expression on her face. “Were you reading my mind?” His tone was playful, but a little raspy for the sleep and the cigarettes. For a moment, Jasper didn’t know why she was looking at him with that expression, but once her face turned red he remembered he was naked. Laughing, he wrapped the towel around the lower half of his body and opened the door wider to welcome her inside. “Sorry, miss. Sometimes I can be pretty absent-minded in the morning.” The young girl stepped into the room without taking her eyes off the floor. She had worked here long enough to know Jasper’s reputation, and this wasn’t the first time she had seen him like this, but he had never pursued her. She simply wasn’t his type.
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| Xaimee | Date: Saturday, 15.June.2013, 2:16 PM | Message # 157 |
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| Ílima found it hard to really think or do anything as the Cynanthrope touched her in ways she had not even done before when they had pleasured each other the night before. She whimpered softly, slipping back into breathless Elvish as the dog girl rubbed her clitoris. It all felt so good, electric shocks shooting up her spine. Her breasts tingled, her pale skin tight with goosebumps and her face flushed with heat. Arching her back, more of her breasts pressed against the other girl’s mouth and hand as she suckled on her light pink nipple. The bite mark had faded but the sucking motion was already turning things a similar shade of red to what that had once been. She whimpered more, continuing to cry out in her native tongue about how good she was feeling. The Elf felt embarrassed at the noise she made, yet she also loved how it all felt.
Her hands curled into the sheets as she felt her body tighten, spasms running through her body as she felt her climax approaching. It was hard to imagine her being able to reach this point with her clothing still partially on but Ílima supposed that there was no real requirement to take off your clothes to share such intimate and pleasurable times. She still felt a little odd, however, considering that Arya was completely nude. Her hips bucked a few times, the silky white fabric of her panties sliding down her hips very slightly, partially baring her buttocks as her girlfriend’s hand force its way through her clenched legs.
A few moments later, the Elf cried out as her fluids spilled out from her. Going limp, she panted softly, her chest rising and falling softly as she tried to get her breath back. The brown-haired girl had completely overcome her. She still found the Cynanthrope’s forwardness a little frightening, yet at the same time she found the predator in her girlfriend alluring.
Slowly, she reached her arms out and wrapped them around the other’s shoulders, clasping her gently to her partially bare chest. In a way, Ílima was both surprised and disappointed that she had not ended being bitten this time but she supposed that Arya had been in a little more control than the last time. Her clothes were a mess and would require cleaning again, but she found that such things did not matter as much as they used to only a couple of days ago.
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 16.June.2013, 2:19 PM | Message # 158 |
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| Arya continued to do all that she could to hear and feel Ílima experiencing pleasure. Her hand moved quicker the more the Elf moaned and tightened her body, as she took these to be signs that she was getting closer to a climax. It was difficult to know exactly what the other girl was thinking, but her body betrayed how she was feeling so Arya was sure she enjoyed what she was doing. Soon, she felt Ílima finish as she cried out with pleasure. Her fingers felt around the wetness that had spilled forth from her body, enjoying the sticky warmth. Running her fingers gently over the sensitive area, she pulled away from Ílima’s breasts to look at her face.
Her mouth was wet from licking and sucking, so Arya used her clean hand to wipe the saliva away from her lips before she felt Ílima pulling her in close. The movement caused her hand to slip away from the Elf’s panties, but since it was so wet and sticky she didn’t want to touch the girl. As their bodies pressed against one another, Arya smiled and closed her eyes. She could feel Ílima’s heart pounding against her chest as she tried to catch her breath. Her own body was wet with sweat from the excitement and the exertion of making Ílima feel good. She was surprised at how tired she felt actually. But it was a good feeling, and she was glad to have made Ílima happy.
Reaching her dry hand between Ílima’s head and the pillow, she clasped her hair gently and settled her chin near her right shoulder, breathing short, hot breaths near her ear. She had completely forgotten she was naked, but she felt comfortable. “I hope you liked that. Was it…okay?” Arya thought she knew the answer, but she wanted to hear her say it. Before she let the girl answer, she added something else. “I really like the way you sound.” Realizing that might be a strange thing to say, she stammered an apology. “I-I’m sorry, is that weird to say?” Her face was red now, so she tried to hide her embarrassment in the pillow.
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 16.June.2013, 4:16 PM | Message # 159 |
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| Ílima was completely out of breath. She was not expecting quite such an exertion after just waking up. It made her feel a little guilty that she felt this tired after doing nothing but her knowledge of the physical aspects of sex reminded her that such effects were completely normal. She continued to pant softly, not really minding the weight of the taller and heavier girl on top of her. It felt nice to have someone hugging her this tightly, her dark hair tickling her face and ear as she rested her chin on her shoulder. Her pale fingers gently caressed the dog girl’s shoulder blades and spine, her arms too tired to really move now that they had come to a rest. It felt strangely calm and peaceful after what they had just done. Pale light pushed its way through the thin grey curtains. The slightly lighter twilight of the Green Woeld had arrived to signify morning. To her it was not particularly dull although she did sometimes wonder how humans coped with such poor lighting. Did they naturally adapt or were they forced to use tools to make up for their weak eyesight? She knew that Arya had excellent senses, probably as good as her own and a little better for scents, so she had never really had anyone to ask such a question to. The Elf wanted to learn so much about everyone but with her possible pursuit she found that impossible except with the girl in her arms whom she trusted completely.
Her skin was too flushed to show any outward sign, but the Elf girl felt herself blush slightly as Arya whispered into her ear. She opened her mouth to answer before pausing, blinking her violet eyes slowly at the last remark. The legends of humanity she had access to had almost always talked of how Elvish speech sounded magical and musical to them. Was this what the Cynanthrope meant or was it something else? It was kind of strange thing to say but on the other hand it made her kind of happy. She would hate it if how she spoke was offensive to her friend’s ears.
“I... I don’t know but I am happy you like how I... sound,” said Ílima in her usual musical lilt. She knew her human speech probably sounded both alien and awkward to a native speaker but it was hard to drop her accent completely after nearly two centuries of only speaking her native tongue.
One of her hands moved up to pet her girlfriend gently, her other hand moving to rest on the small of her back. Her body felt so hot and sticky but she did not care. The feeling of their bare breasts pressed together and their bodies so close they could hear each other’s heartbeats was far too tender to be consumed by such a minor thing. She did feel a little awkward in her sticky and dripping clothing, however, and wondered briefly what she should do about it. Their position made it impossible to undress and the Elf kind of wanted Arya to do it if she was honest. Shifting her legs a little, she parted them slightly in the hope of feeling a little less sticky and wet between them. It did not really succeed however, the feeling of her panties not quite fitting her and the cooling liquid soaked into the white material only sometimes touching her privates when she breathed in becoming a really quite uncomfortable sensation. Clenching her jaw for a moment, she could feel a whimper coming but prevented herself. Ílima had looked weak enough in front of the Cynathrope, she wanted to show a little strength for a change.
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| Syngey | Date: Tuesday, 18.June.2013, 9:07 AM | Message # 160 |
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| Arya nuzzled her face into the pillow a little more as she felt the weight of her embarrassing words. She really shouldn’t just say every strange thing that popped into her head, but it was difficult to control what she said—and apparently what she did—around her new friend. Of course, she was more than just a friend now. This wasn’t the sort of thing you do with a friend. At least, that’s what Arya thought. Having never really been friends with anyone made it difficult to know what was normal behavior. Her body shivered slightly at the soft touch of the Elf’s hand as it caressed her skin. She could feel her heart pumping strongly still, not showing any signs of calming down. No, this was more than friendship. It was hard to understand, but Arya felt both completely relaxed and flustered when she was this close to Ílima. She felt as though she could just lay with her in this bed forever, but she also felt the nagging desire to do something more. In fact, Arya felt that she wanted to do everything with Ílima. She wanted to experience so much that she hadn’t been able to thus far, and she wanted to experience those things with Ílima by her side. Clenching the Elf’s hair tightly for a moment, she suddenly felt incredibly anxious at the thought that Ílima might leave her.
Hearing the other girl’s voice calmed Arya’s anxiety somewhat. It almost sounded as if the Elf didn’t quite understand what she had meant by her odd compliment, but that was fine with her. It was less embarrassing if she didn’t elaborate on what she meant. The Cynanthrope was just happy that her words hadn’t bothered Ílima. She didn’t want to do or say anything to upset her. Again, the thought made her uneasy, imagining a scenario where she was left alone. She didn’t want to be alone anymore. Her insecurities increased as she felt the girl moving about beneath her. It felt like the Elf was trying to get comfortable, which made Arya think that she wasn’t comfortable, which made her feel bad for keeping her in this position so long. Sitting up without warning, Arya revealed a face flustered with her recent thoughts. Her eyes looked concerned as she looked at the Elf’s expression. “You’re probably not very comfortable there, sorry…”
Glancing to the side for a moment, Arya moved some hair out of her face. It was quite messy from sleeping, and all of her recent activity, so she was sure she looked like a wreck. Once again a newfound awareness of her appearance caused her to feel embarrassed. She was sticky and naked and probably causing Ílima discomfort, so she moved off of the Elf and simply sat next to her on the bed, reaching for the covers to try and display some modesty. “Do you…want to take a shower? I can wait.” Her voice sounded small now, contradicting the fact that her heart was still beating loudly in her chest, pumping warm blood through her body and causing her face to remain flushed.
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Jasper closed the door behind the maid as she headed for the bed without a word. She was the quiet type, and probably made nervous by Jasper’s presence. As for Jasper, he wasn’t bothered by her being in the room at all. The sheets were dirty and made clear what his activities had been the night before. The whole room smelled of sex, and the stains on the sheets were unmistakable. As he picked up his bag of clothing near the bed, he caught a glance at the maid and smiled when he noticed she was blushing. The realization of what she was cleaning must have embarrassed her. Although he wasn’t attracted to the girl, he couldn’t help but wonder what she was imagining as she pulled the sheets off the bed and set them in a pile on the floor. No one could avoid picturing the scene.
While the maid went to work putting a clean set of sheets on the bed, Jasper focused on getting dressed. Not wanting to upset the maid again, he was kind enough to put his boxers on with the towel still wrapped around him. Then he let it fall to the ground, naturally causing a glance his way, turning the maid’s face redder than before. He smiled, as it was always nice to be admired. But, he had no plans to act on this situation, and so he went about getting dressed. He put on the same pants and belt as the day before, and a clean shirt identical to the one worn yesterday except for the fact that it was dark grey instead of white. He tucked his shirt into his pants and tightened the belt and then started searching for his glasses. He rarely wore them, but he might need them today at some point. He found them in the inside pocket of the vest he had worn yesterday, but he didn’t want to wear a vest today so he simply hung the glasses on the front of his shirt. His pants were too tight to put something in the pockets, not that they were skin tight, just fitted.
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| Xaimee | Date: Tuesday, 18.June.2013, 9:36 AM | Message # 161 |
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| Ílima made a small noise of discomfort as Arya began to clench her hair tightly, tugging on the soft green strands a little. She was unsure what the dog girl was up to but it did feel very pleasant being this close. Her friend -- or was it girlfriend now? -- seemed content now. It was hard for the Elf girl to imagine what might happen in the future now. She had been ready for decades of solitude and loneliness but instead she had found her first real friend. Their relationship had become rather confusing rather quickly, but she would not trade the past couple of days for the world. Her whole life she had been looking for someone who would want to be with her for her and want to share her life. Whether the Cynanthrope wanted to spend the rest of their life together, she did not know, but she knew the dog girl planned to be with her for the foreseeable future so that was good enough for now.
She grunted slightly as Arya sat up, pressing her weight onto the Elf’s midsection. Looking up at her and blushing a little as her semi-nude form and the other’s completely nude form came into view. It was a little surprising to see the girl’s face looking so flustered but incredibly adorable too. Her messy hair partially hid her bright gold red eyes and her breasts looked inviting between her arms as she leaned on the bed either side of the green-haired girl’s slender pale form. She opened her mouth to tell her that it was not the dog girl that was making her uncomfortable but the girl moved too fast, sliding off to sit on the narrow bed next to her.
Sitting up, she flipped her green hair behind her back with both hands. She winced at the unpleasant feeling of her sticky underwear, her face flushing as the realisation her breasts were still exposed came quickly to her. Looking at Arya as she spoke, she smiled a little at the sight of the Cynanthrope trying to pull the sheet up to cover herself but their combined weights made that pretty much impossible. Shaking her head at the invitation to shower, the Elf girl took the opportunity to slide off her soaking panties and subtly placing them near her girlfriend’s discarded pyjamas. She pulled the sheets out of the dog girl’s hands next, laying down and curling up so her head could rest on the other’s warm lap. Sighing softly, she closed her eyes and smiled blissfully. “You weren’t making me uncomfortable,” she said honestly. Her long pale legs were curled up so they could remain on the bed, her pyjama shirt reaching down to just below her buttocks, giving a hint at what lay beneath. The top half still laid open but by lying on her side the loose fabric largely fell into place to cover her up. “It was just getting a little.. you know... below...,” said Ílima, blushing deeply and hoping Arya understood her hint. Her slender arms wrapped around her friend’s toned waist, snuggling close to her. She never thought she could get used to nudity but for some reason the dog girl’s body did not set off her anxieties about such things.
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| Syngey | Date: Wednesday, 19.June.2013, 4:00 PM | Message # 162 |
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| Arya found that she couldn’t cover herself up with anything at the moment, not without asking Ílima to move, which she didn’t want to do. It was strange for her to care about being nude in front of the other girl, especially because she hadn’t worried about such things before, but now she felt vulnerable. She decided that she would put something on when the Elf went to take a shower, but just as she was forming this thought she saw that she didn’t want to shower at the moment. Now what should she do? Watching Ílima, Arya sat silently as she took off her panties and discarded them, probably because they were sticky and wet still. That was understandable, but then why didn’t she just go take a shower? Although the Cynanthrope had been the one in control only moments ago, she now felt like she didn’t know what to do. Should she say something? Her unexplainable insecurities were confusing her.
While Arya sat quietly, unsure of what to do, Ílima took the reins. She let the sheets slid out of her hands, they were useless anyway, and was surprised when the girl put her head in her lap. Looking down at the Elf’s face, her own face flushed at the sight. She looked very cute like that, smiling so contentedly. Had she made her feel this way? Listening to Ílima’s words, she thought she understood what she was saying. It seemed that she was a little embarrassed about the state of her panties, but Arya couldn’t see why she should feel that way. Of course, she didn’t have much reason to feel so insecure herself, so perhaps they both had unexplainable feelings. As Ílima wrapped her arms around her naked body, Arya felt secure and happy. She wanted this feeling to last forever. Breathing out a sigh of relief, she was glad to know that both of them were now comfortable. But, her hand was still rather sticky, and she was sure that Ílima still felt uneasy about the stickiness on her own body. Feeling a little bolder now, Arya suggested something she had thought of the night before. “Do you…want to take a shower…together?” Her voice betrayed how hopeful she was that the girl would say yes.
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| Xaimee | Date: Wednesday, 19.June.2013, 6:15 PM | Message # 163 |
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| Ílima felt comfortable in her current position. This was one of her favourite things to do with her brother when she was younger. He would hold her close and stroke her hair. Her father was not a particularly affectionate man so it tended to be the only affection she got. She knew that her father loved her, but it was still hard on her that he did not show it very often. Sometimes she wondered if it was because her mother died giving birth to her but he always denied that if she even hinted at such a thing -- it was sadly the only time when she could get him to say that he loved her and show her a little bit of tenderness. Guilt was not something she liked to use but sometimes in her more selfish moments it was difficult to resist the temptation. She always felt terrible afterwards and that usually ended with her running to her brother for comfort. Thinking about it now, she had always been a difficult child. The thought made her squirm a little inside.
Her friend seemed happier now, less tense and flustered. She was glad that Arya felt better although she did wish her hands were in any condition to caress her long green hair. Instead, she listened as the Cynanthrope suggested that they shower together. Her face instantly grew hot, thankfully hidden by being buried in the other’s lap but the colour managed to reach her pointed ears to thwart her attempts at hiding. “I...” She bit her lip. “I do,” said the Elf girl, moving to sit up. As she changed position, the loose shirt on her slid off her shoulders. Moving sit on her knees, the silky white fabric pooled around her waist leaving her exposed from the stomach up. She blushed a little, looking away shyly as she fiddled with her hair to try and cover herself. It felt silly considering she had just agreed to share a shower with the dog girl, but she could not help herself. All of these new experiences, desires and feelings were so confusing to her. It sometimes felt like she was going mad as she flipped from severe embarrassment and fear to ecstatic and happy. The Elf hoped that things would settle down or else she was unsure if she would ever be sane again.
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| Syngey | Date: Friday, 21.June.2013, 12:59 PM | Message # 164 |
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| Arya’s fingers dug into the sheets as she nervously awaited a response from Ílima. Her dirty hand was mostly dry now, but very sticky, serving as a constant reminder of what she had been doing only moments ago. Her heart seemed to skip a beat as she recalled the way the Elf had cried out, using words she didn’t recognize but understood to be exclamations of pleasure. She found herself easily excited by the memory. She really did like listening to that beautiful voice, especially when she said her name. That was almost unbearably intoxicating for Arya, although she couldn’t really explain why. She had never really thought much of her name before, but when Ílima said it, she felt as though she was listening to the most wonderful music. She wondered why that was. And then she wondered if Ílima had a similar response to her words. Most likely not, as her voice was nothing special. In fact, compared to the Elf’s melodious speech, it sounded rough to her ears.
When she heard the girl beginning to say something, Arya diverted her attention to her immediately. Looking down at her, she noticed her ears were bright red. The sight caused her to hold her breath with fear. Had she embarrassed Ílima with her request? Maybe it wasn’t okay for them to shower together. It almost made her take back her words and forget the whole thing, but before she could do that she heard the girl saying yes. Happily surprised by the acceptance, Arya’s visible lit up. Her eyes widened with excitement and a big smile spread across her lips, revealing, just for a moment, the sharp ends of her canines. As the other girl moved, sitting up, she couldn’t help but become hot again, flushing her face with color. Ílima’s body was just too beautiful to not react to. Would she always react so passionately to this sight? She hoped she would. Although it was a little exhausting to constantly be filled with these intense feelings she preferred that to the years of feeling nothing but pain and loneliness. A part of her enjoyed this craziness, this excitement, even when she felt herself losing control. As long as Ílima didn’t hate her for her unbridled behavior at times like this, then she supposed it was okay to feel this way.
Forcing her golden-red gaze away from Ílima’s exposed body, Arya moved away from her to get off the bed. She was eager to get in the shower, and not just because she still felt sticky. She thought it was be very nice to wash the Elf’s soft body and her long silky hair. The thought caused a shiver of anticipation through her body. Sliding off the bed, no longer feeling as self-conscious about her lack of clothing, Arya beckoned the other girl to follow her by taking her hand in her clean hand and tugging on her gently. “Let’s go, then.” Smiling happily, it was obvious that the Cynanthrope was looking forward to this activity. She was so glad that Ílima had agreed. In fact, she was so eager that she used some of her strength to actually pull the Elf up from the bed and onto her feet, pulling her body close to hers as they stood next to the bed. As their bodies met, Arya could feel the other girl’s breasts pressing against hers, causing her heart to speed up once again.
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Now that Jasper was fully clothed the maid seemed to relax a little as she tried to tuck in the sheets securely, but was obviously struggling to do this task alone. Not often inclined to do any sort of work when he wasn’t required to, Jasper hesitated before giving in to his nicer side and moving to help her. The maid tried to protest as he came to the other side of the bed and began tucking the sheet in, but he silenced her with a smile. Her face flushed with embarrassment, and surprise, and silently went back to work. With the bed made, Jasper left the girl to finish cleaning up the rest of the room in peace.
Stepping into the bathroom, Jasper was met with his reflection in the smallish mirror hanging on the wall. The lighting in the bathroom wasn’t the best, and the mirror wasn’t exactly crystal clear, but it was enough to allow Jasper a good look at his face and hair. His skin looked fresh and well rested. His eyes were bright and displayed an eagerness for the day to begin. He had high hopes for today. He hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed. Running his fingers through his hair to remove any tangles, he admired himself in the mirror for a moment. He wasn’t completely full of himself, but he wasn’t blind either. He knew he was attractive, and he wasn’t going to pretend that he didn’t know. Reaching for a small, round container on the counter, Jasper unscrewed the top and set it aside. The container held some goopy, cream-colored pomade for his hair. He didn’t spend too much time on his hair, just enough to make it look nice. He put a small amount of pomade on his fingertips and brushed it through his hair, pulling strands out here and there to get the messy, yet put together, look that he desired. Satisfied, he turned the water on to rinse his hands before returning the lid to the container. Before leaving the bathroom he took one quick look at this reflection once more. Nodding to himself he headed back into the room where the maid was preparing to leave. He was grateful that he would be alone so that he could smoke again before heading out. After that he planned to brush his teeth. No point in doing that before he smoked.
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| Xaimee | Date: Friday, 21.June.2013, 5:28 PM | Message # 165 |
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| Ílima was both pleased and a little embarrassed at Arya’s enthusiasm after she agreed. It was something the Elf had thought about last night, and it was something that she wanted, but the girl’s excitement was still a little intimidating. She almost seemed like an excitable animal, lost in the joy of the moment. The green-haired girl was rather jealous of being able to feel as free as that. Her emotions ruled her but they were always negative and pulling her down. The moments she got lost in were always where she was pulling herself down. Her friend was probably the only person who had succeeded in making her feel good about something if only for a little while.
Her violet gaze took advantage of the dog girl standing to finally get a proper look at the full length of her body. She swallowed at the sight, her eyes travelling over her gentle curves, firm toned limbs and the soft inviting red fur between her legs. The books in her home had told her that humans grew body hair but it was certainly never depicted as thick or as luxurious looking as what was between Arya’s legs. She could only assume her Cynanthrope nature was the cause of it. Perhaps not all of the dog was lost during the transformation? It was impossible to know for now since her friend did not feel comfortable having her changes observed. The Elf girl hoped she would get the opportunity sometime -- it sounded truly fascinating.
She smiled softly as her friend’s lightly calloused fingers took her soft pale hand. The Cynanthrope had obviously been someone with experience of hardship both physical and emotional. Ílima had her fair share of emotional hardships but she had never really been a physical person. Walking was really the only thing she was good at. She was good enough at dancing to escape scolding from teachers so she supposed that was two things she could do...
Squeaking a little in surprise as the Cyanthrope’s strength caught her off-guard, the Elf girl found herself on her feet and falling into the other girl’s arms. Blushing, she felt the white pyjama shirt slide off to rest around her ankles, her arms outstretched and tucked underneath Arya’s arms. Their breasts pressed together, her pale mounds slightly subsuming the other’s more modest tanned breasts. Feeling their nipples rub together, her own were already to harden slightly as she looked up into the other’s gaze shyly. She could feel the dog girl’s breath on her face, her heat and scent washing over her. Hesitating for only a moment, she leaned craned her neck upwards from her half falling position to capture the other’s lips in a lingering tender kiss. Sometimes Ílima had no idea why she did things, but she was pretty certain kissing Arya was purely because it felt far too good not to when the opportunity arrived.
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| Syngey | Date: Saturday, 14.September.2013, 12:14 PM | Message # 166 |
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| Arya shivered when she felt their bodies touch. It was strange that a simple touch like that could make her react so quickly. She wondered if she would ever become less sensitive, but she didn't necessarily hope for that to happen. It was exciting to feel this way. It was almost like the way she felt when she was hunting. So alive. She was a little caught off guard by the sudden kiss, but Arya maintained her strength to ensure that neither of them would fall to the ground. She wouldn't mind a fall, but she wouldn't let Ílima be hurt, even a little bit. If she knew nothing else, she knew that she must protect her new friend. No matter what.
Returning the kiss, Arya closed her eyes for a moment to take in all of the wonderfulness of this feeling. She had no idea what today would bring, but it was already getting off to a great start. She might have chosen to stand there, with the Elf in her arms, their bodies pressed against one another, their lips sharing warmth, but she hadn't forgotten where they were headed. Slowly pulling away from the kiss, Arya's cheeks blushed with color as she took the other girl's hand and pulled her towards the bathroom. She hoped Ílima wouldn't mind her stopping the kiss, but she was too excited about the prospect of showering together to wait any longer.
Her eagerness was obvious as she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind them. Perhaps they didn't really need the door closed, but it was a habit. Lifting the Elf once again, Arya gently picked her up and set her on her feet in the shower before stepping in to join her. She placed her body between the shower head and Ílima, looking at her body, transfixed for a moment. This girl really was beautiful. Swallowing hard, Arya suddenly felt nervous and uncertain again. Her voice cracked as she spoke. "Do you...like the water hot or cooler?" She was sure that was a stupid question to ask, but it was too late. She wanted to be brave and just take the lead, but it seemed she was still too unsure of what to do.
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| Xaimee | Date: Saturday, 14.September.2013, 1:23 PM | Message # 167 |
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| The Elf girl wondered if she could ever get used to this. She was naked in this girl’s arms and they were kissing. They had done far more intimate things like that together yet something like this made her cheeks flush bright red and her heart race. Her pale skin rose up in goosebumps, her light pink nipples erect and tingling from where they had rubbed up against her lover’s own tannish-pink tips. She could feel the other’s deceptively strong arms holding her up firmly, although there was a quiver in the other’s frame that made her feel slightly uncertain. Was she too heavy for Arya?
She clenched her jaw slightly as the other girl pulled away. Had she not liked the kiss? Had it been too forward? The Cynanthrope was usually the one that took the lead and Ílima found herself wondering if she had somehow made a mistake. A relationship like this was triply foreign to her. She had never been in anything so intimate, with another race and with a female. She had never been in anything like this before. Arya had said she was equally inexperienced but the Elf sometimes wondered if her friend was trying to make her feel less uncomfortable -- in the intimate side she displayed a familiarity and skill she could not even imagine.
A warm hand on hers brought her out of her insecurities for a moment. Smiling a little at the brown-haired girl, she pushed a little green hair out of her face with her free hand and obediently followed the other’s lead into the bathroom. She squeaked a little in surprise when she felt hands on her narrow waist, her cheeks growing fiery as the dog girl picked her up with apparently little effort and set her upright in the bathtub. Clasping her hands awkwardly before her, her arms pressed against her breasts and her hands in front of her intimate parts. For some reason she felt suddenly shy and embarrassed. Considering the past events, it seemed laughable to suddenly feel awkward but this was another new experience and Arya picking her up like that had completely thrown her.
Blinking her large violet eyes slowly, her body grew hotter as she looked over the other girl’s nude form, the other’s words barely registering. With the electricity apparently working again, the harsh light of the bathroom left nothing hidden from her eyes. Arya may not have the curviest, softest or unblemished of bodies, but for some reason the Elf found the Cynanthrope desirable above everything and everyone else she had met. Ílima had no idea why it was like that but the way her heart was racing was more than just her usual panic when confronted with nudity -- it was pure desire.
She blinked again, shaking her head slightly to snap herself out of staring at the other girl and forcing herself to look away, her gaze fixing on the shower curtain next to them. “Oh…” The Elf’s already flushed cheeks grew a deeper shade of pink. “I prefer very hot water,” said Ílima in her soft musical voice, shuffling uneasily with her hands still clenched before her.
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| Syngey | Date: Saturday, 14.September.2013, 7:53 PM | Message # 168 |
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| Arya somehow managed to take her eyes off of the desirable body standing in front of her, but it wasn't easy. When she saw the other girl look away she worried that she was embarrassing her with her staring. Closing the shower curtain, she was glad to have the silence broken by the answer Ílima provided. Her whole body felt warm, so a cold shower might have been a good thing, but she usually preferred warmer temperatures as well. Nodding stupidly, that's how she felt at least, the Cynanthrope turned to face the faucet. She was just about to turn it on when she remembered that it had hit her with cold water the night before. She didn't want that to happen again, so she backed up a bit so that the water might not stream down on her as much at first. This movement caused her to back up against Ílima slightly, making her freeze momentarily. She had somehow forgotten that the Elf was right behind her. She felt like her mind was in a fog. Mumbling, mostly to herself, Arya felt her face flush once again. "S-sorry..." With that, she turned the water on, being sure to make the temperature hot.
As the water streamed down only a little of the cold water splashed against her skin before it warmed up considerably. Steam filled the bathroom quickly, indicating how hot the water would be. Tentatively, Arya reached a head out towards the streaming water and found that it was quite warm but not scalding. She was used to the heat, but she didn't want Ílima to be burned. Even if the other girl had said she liked the water hot, Arya couldn't know how hot she really meant. Her own skin was already warming up enough to appear redder and the steam was everywhere. Stepping forward just a bit she let the water stream down onto her chest. Closing her eyes she let out a sigh, enjoying the water as it cleansed her skin. Reaching behind her she felt for Ílima's hand. When she found it she pulled the Elf forward slightly, bringing her hand up, out in front of her chest, to meet the water. "Is...that too hot?" She would turn the temperature down if Ílima wanted.
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 15.September.2013, 12:26 PM | Message # 169 |
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| Ílima stiffened when the other girl backed into her. Her clenched hands turned white as her fingers dug into the skin. The dog girl’s buttocks pushed against her for a moment, their firm curves feeling warm and very pleasing to her. She felt herself growing sticky between her legs again, a small low moan of discomfort escaping her for a breath before she swallowed it back down -- she did not want Arya to think she was making her unhappy.
It took some time to relax, her gaze shifting to watch the other female as she turned on the water and checked it. A small smile touched her lips as Arya visibly relaxed. The Elf girl liked it when her friend smiled like that. She admired how she could appear so care free sometimes. Such feelings had never really been her own. Even when they were being intimate, the green-haired girl never felt relaxed. She was always worrying about how to react and how it felt a lot like the only one getting anything out of it was her -- she was always too timid to really touch her lover the way she touched her.
She jumped when she felt a rough hand groping at her hands clenched in front of her private parts. Blushing deeply, her violet eyes were wide with shock until she realised the Cynanthrope just wanted one of her hands. Silently scolding herself for being so silly, the Elf let her friend take her right hand and bring it out into the water. Smiling and sighing softly, she nodded before realising that Arya would not see that. “No. That is fine.”
Looking down, Ílima realised that her other hand and arm was still trying in vain to cover her breasts and intimate parts. It was pointless with just one arm so she let it fall to her side, turning her gaze onto the back of the other’s head. The Elf wanted to move closer but she hesitated, her outstretched arm growing a little shaky from being held out so long. Forcing herself to do something, the girl slowly uncurled her pale fingers from her fist, the water gently splashing off them while she pushed them upwards to sit a little between her lover’s own fingers. They could not lace them together from their position, but it felt nice just to do what she did right now.
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 15.September.2013, 3:23 PM | Message # 170 |
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| Arya felt the warmth from the water splashing against her skin as she held Ílima's hand in front of her. It was a nice feeling but not as nice as knowing that the girl standing behind her was close enough touch. As their fingers met a small smile spread across her lips and gave her a little more confidence. Gently, Arya pulled the girl forward a bit more as brought her slender fingers up to her lips for a soft kiss. Doing this caused their bodies to meet, lightly pressing the Elf's breast against Arya's back. For a moment she remained still, wanting to put the other girl's fingers into her mouth but fighting the urge to do so. They were supposed to be taking a shower, right? She wondered what Ílima was thinking right now. It was difficult not to act on her impulses with the added addition of the hot water streaming down her chest, rolling over her stomach and slipping between her legs.
Wanting to do something, Arya moved forward a bit as she turned around to face the other girl, letting go of her hand in the process. Her hair was beginning to get wet now, sticking to her back. With the water hitting her back she realized that it wasn't really reaching the Elf. She had, obviously, never shared a shower with anyone so she was unsure how to go about all of this. Should they take turns? Could they share the water? That would be nice, but she didn't want to just move Ílima around to where she wanted her. Instead, she just stared at the naked girl for a moment, feeling that she actually just wanted to kiss her more than anything. So that's what she did. Moving forward she brought her lips to Ílima's and kissed her softly, feeling the steam rising all around them. Her mind was blank for a moment, only feeling the kiss and the warmth.
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 15.September.2013, 3:48 PM | Message # 171 |
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| Ílima’s feet squeaked loudly on the bathtub surface as she was tugged forwards. Her free hand rested on the other’s shoulder from behind, her pale fingers curling around her lover’s lightly tanned flesh. Her breasts pressed lightly against the other’s back, the girl’s damp hair tickling her a little. She blushed a little as the dog girl began to kiss her fingers tenderly, sending pleasant shivers down her spine. The hot water running along her arm slid down her side and sent more shudders as it continued its descent.
She opened her mouth to speak as Arya grew still, worried that something was wrong as she felt the other’s warm breath washing over her damp hand, but the words did not come. The Elf girl wondered what the dog girl was thinking. Although she had been curious about sharing a shower, it occurred to her that she had no idea what they should do… and it felt increasingly like the Cynanthrope was in a similar position. The other’s impulses had always guided her and now she suddenly seemed lost. It made her a little uncertain. Had they made a mistake? Were they really ready for these kinds of things?
Frowning slightly in worry as her lover stepped forward and released her hands, she blushed as their gazes met. Looking away shyly, she tried to recapture that red golden gaze she admired so much but the other’s eyes were all over her naked body once more. Clasping her hands before her, she felt uncomfortable under the scrutiny but tried not to hide herself this time. If anyone had a right to look, it was Arya and she hoped that whatever the dog girl saw would please her.
Gasping in surprise as the Cynanthrope stepped forwards suddenly, her body relaxed as their lips met and their breaths mingled. Sighing happily, her pale hands moved to rest on the other’s shoulders, gripping them lightly. The impulse to shuffle them forwards suddenly came to her, the Elf pushing the other girl back while keeping their lips locked together. At last, she felt the hot water hitting her front. The water ran down the front of her head, wetting her long green locks and causing them to stick to her body. Warmth cascaded down her chest, rolling over her flat stomach and sliding between her legs. It felt so good, especially as the other’s lips moved against her own. Her tongue slid out to meet the other’s as she pushed forwards slightly again, her hand resting against the tiled wall behind her lover as they found themselves out of places to go. The hot water spilled down between them, filling the few gaps between them as Ílima lost herself in her friend’s passionate embrace.
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| Syngey | Date: Tuesday, 17.September.2013, 8:49 PM | Message # 172 |
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| Arya felt the other girl's body respond to her kiss. Knowing that she was responding to her touch in a positive way made the Cynanthrope feel more at ease. When she was pushed back towards the water she didn't fight the movement. As the hot water poured over her a wave of pleasure shot through her body. This was intensified as Ílima slipped her tongue into Arya's mouth, meeting her own tongue. Now she was certain that it had been a good idea to shower together. She never wanted to shower alone again. It was strange, but she didn't even feel the need to more than this right now. Just kissing the Elf, the hot water massaging her skin, felt so wonderful.
Reaching upwards, she gently placed a hand on the side of Ílima's face, slipping her fingers between the wet strands of hair that stuck to her face and brushing against her ear for a moment. She used her other hand to rest on the small of the other girl's back, pulling her closer. Moving her tongue, she tried to do what she thought was right, but she wasn't exactly a kissing expert. Mostly, she thought it was right to kind of massage Ílima's tongue with her own, but it was probably a little too enthusiastic and a bit sloppy. Arya thought that the Elf's kisses were perfect. She just hoped she wasn't a bad kisser.
Although she was really enjoying this moment, Arya needed to break away for a moment to catch her breath. It wasn't easy to breathe in the shower with all of the steam surrounding them. Letting out a few heavy breaths, she focused her eyes on the Elf's, wondering what she was thinking now. A small smile escaped her lips as she looked at her. It was hard not to smile when she saw her face. It wasn't just beautiful, that was obvious. Something about her face just made Arya happy. "I like showering with you." Her voice was a bit raspy, but it was full of childish enthusiasm that betrayed how innocent she really was when it came to these intimate moments.
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| Xaimee | Date: Wednesday, 18.September.2013, 4:14 AM | Message # 173 |
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| Ílima was glad she had overcome her natural nervousness and agreed to this. It felt so good as she kissed this unusual girl who had come into her life. Everything felt better when she was with Arya. When they had eaten together it felt better, when they had walked through town together it felt better and when they spent the night together it had been one of the best night’s sleep she had had in years. Even the hot water that poured down and massaged her pale skin felt so much better than even the shower last night. She rather hoped that they would shower together all the time now if it was going to feel this good. The Elf knew it was an impractical and mad wish, but right now everything about her relationship felt that way -- she might as well try to go with the flow for a change.
She smiled as she felt a hand caress her soft cheek. Blushing softly, she kept her eyes closed as the water continued to pour down on her. Her body tensed slightly when another hand touched the small of her back. Arching her body very slightly at the touch, the Elf girl let herself be pulled in close to the Cynanthrope’s embrace. Her tongue and lips were getting a little sore from their kiss but it was hard to pull away despite that. She could feel her breasts pushed up against the other’s, their hips pressing together. Normally Ílima would be feeling the other girl’s red fur but it appeared the water had flattened the thick hair. It made her a little sad not to feel the luxurious red strands but she knew Arya was a little embarrassed about it so perhaps it made the dog girl happier.
Opening her eyes as their kiss ended, she found her violet gaze locked deeply into the other’s red gold eyes. Blushing softly at how close their faces were, a slightly amused smile touched her lips when Arya excitedly told her she was enjoying their time together. Looking away with a small shy smile, she laughed a little. “I… I like it too. It feels… good.” Returning her gaze to the Cynanthrope’s face, the Elf blushed and smiled a little before leaning in to plant a quick kiss on her lips. “Thank you… Arya.”
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| Syngey | Date: Saturday, 24.May.2014, 12:43 PM | Message # 174 |
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| Arya watched the other girl with interest as the water continued to stream down onto their bodies. She felt both at peace and a bit nervous at the same time. It was a strange sensation, but the Cynanthrope was starting to expect the unexpected after all that had happened recently. And a lot had certainly happened, in such a short amount of time. Was it too much too soon? That thought continued to trouble her, but it was a waste of time to worry about things that had already happened. Arya learned that a long time ago. You can’t change the past. That was something she was certain of. In this case, she wasn’t sure she wanted to change what had happened. Could it be wrong to feel so good? The rising swell of warmth that followed Ílima’s quick, unexpected kiss seemed to serve as her answer. There was something undeniably cute about the way the Elf had impulsively kissed her that Arya couldn’t stop herself from smiling.
The gratitude that Ílima expressed only served to make her cuter in Arya’s eyes. Her smile remained on her lips as she let out a small laugh. It wasn’t a mocking laugh, it was more genuine than that. It was a release of sorts. She didn’t know why she had been so nervous before. Wasn’t it a little too late to start being nervous after all that they had done? Leaning forward, Arya kissed Ílima’s forehead softly before speaking. “No need to thank me.” She felt more at ease now, and she hoped that the other girl felt the same level of comfort.
Glancing around the shower, Arya caught sight of the soap and remembered why they were in there. Right, they should probably use this time to actually shower. She still wanted to explore this new place and then, eventually, continue on their journey. While she loved just being with Ílima, her sense of adventure was strong. Looking back at the other girl, she ran her fingers through her long, wet hair. “I suppose we should get clean before this water becomes cold.” Inns weren’t exactly known for having great hot water, so she assumed it would grow cold before too long. There were probably a lot of people showering this morning.
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| Xaimee | Date: Saturday, 24.May.2014, 7:15 PM | Message # 175 |
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| Ílima had been a little worried at first when she pulled back from the kiss. Had the girl liked it? Had she done it right? All of this was very new to her and she always struggled at first. Everything that had happened was overwhelming enough with the added complication of getting into a relationship with the pretty girl standing before her. On one hand, it was joyous to have a friend she could count on as well as someone she had shared more intimate experiences with, on the other she was genuinely frightened it would all go horribly wrong. What if the Cynanthrope decided she did not like her anymore? Would she still be willing to journey with her or would they have to go their separate ways? The thought made her sad. These woods were dangerous, especially after her ordeal with the slavers, and the idea of travelling further alone terrified her. Her thoughts briefly flashed towards the man Jasper. That human had certainly been interested in both of them although she had a pretty good idea just what he was interested in. He did not want a travelling companion, he just wanted one night so he could spend the rest of his life boasting about his conquests.
Shaking her head, Arya’s sudden laugh brought her out of her own head. Biting her lip, her thoughts immediately leaped to the conclusion that she was being mocked but then she realised that was not it. A small shy smile appeared when lips pressed against her forehead. Sighing happily, the Elf nodded in response to the dog girl’s words.
“Oh… yes… We probably should.” Laughing nervously, the girl reached over to pick up the shampoo. “I’ll do my hair first while you use the soap.” Closing her eyes, she began the extended process of washing her extremely long hair. It was something all of her kind had to endure and she was rather used to it. In her old life, she had plenty of time to do it and there was magic on hand to speed matters. She was cut off from such things although she was sure that the Cynanthrope would not mind. The Elf just hoped that they had not gotten distracted for too long before the hot water ran out.
Once her hair was rinsed off, she opened her violet eyes to look at her friend. “What do you want to do today? I know we have to continue our journey eventually, but do you think we could spend another day here? I would like to get some proper clothes to wear. It might make it less obvious that I’m not exactly a native here.” Blushing slightly, she pushed some freshly washed hair out of her face and behind her pointed ear. “What do you think?”
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| Syngey | Date: Thursday, 29.May.2014, 10:26 AM | Message # 176 |
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| Arya was just a little disappointed when Ílima started washing her hair. She really liked the Elf’s hair and would have liked an excuse to touch it more. Still, she was the one who said they should get cleaned and be on their way, so she supposed she would just have to try that another time. Something told her that she would have plenty of opportunities in the future. Comforted by that thought, she reached for the soap and started using it to wash her body. It was a bit strange to wash herself with another person in the shower, but only because it was a little cramped. She wasn’t embarrassed or anything like that. While she soaped up, Arya was careful to keep her arms close to her body so she wouldn’t elbow the other girl in the process. Water was streaming down onto her skin while she cleaned herself, so it was easy to rinse off at the same time. While she did this, Arya watched Ílima washing her hair. It looked like it took a while, or was at least not easy. Her own hair was thick, but not nearly as long as the Elf’s. She wondered if it was an annoyance. Her own hair wasn’t something she gave any thought to. It was easy to maintain, but if it wasn’t she would just cut it shorter.
As the soap rinsed off of her body and floated down into the drain, Arya listened to the other girl’s ideas for the day. She didn’t see a problem with her plan. It was definitely a good idea to get something to help her blend in better. Plus, it would be fun to go shopping together. “I’m in no hurry to leave. Let’s go shopping!” Flashing a smile, she revealed the tips of her sharp canines in her excitement. It was clear that she was looking forward to spending the day exploring the town. Even the smallest things could feel like an adventure to someone who had spent her whole life confined to one place. Now that she knew what they would be doing today, Arya was eager to get out of the shower. Taking the shampoo, she squirted some into her hand, but a little bit splashed onto her cheek. Laughing at her own clumsiness, she wiped it away with the back of the hand that was holding the shampoo before setting it aside. Using both hands, she quickly massaged her hair without much care. It was obvious that she didn’t give much thought to grooming.
As she rinsed her hair, she could feel that the water was becoming a little cooler but not cold yet. They should be able to get out before that happened. Closing her eyes, she let the water rinse her face and the rest of the shampoo out of her hair. She didn’t want to get any shampoo in her eyes. Now that she was done, Arya moved a little out of the way so that Ílima could have more room to finish. As she watched the other girl, a thought popped into her head. And, naturally, she voiced her thought without hesitation. “Next time let’s take a bath together!” Once again, she smiled her toothy smile.
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| Xaimee | Date: Thursday, 29.May.2014, 6:56 PM | Message # 177 |
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| Ílima could not help but smile when Arya grinned so enthusiastically at her suggestion. There was something genuinely attractive about her excitable nature. She supposed perhaps it was similar to the way that a dog got happy about the most mundane things but the Elf did not want to think like that -- it seemed cruelly patronising. “Do you want to get some things too?” she asked curiously, exchanging the shampoo with her for the soap. Her violet gaze focussed on the other’s pointed canines. She had noticed her lover used to be shy about showing off her Cynanthrope nature but now she seemed so comfortable about it all. Part of her wished she could be so confident. There were things she had not had the courage to talk about to her new friend and it made her chest ache that she could not be as open as the other girl was.
Turning, the Elf began to rub soap into her skin. She could hear the girl behind her washing her hair and risning herself off. Sneaking a peek, she looked over her body from head to toe. With her hands on her head and her eyes closed, Arya was completely exposed and unaware. Feeling her cheeks warm, the green-haired girl took in the full nude view of her lover in the bright bathroom lights. She was a skinny girl with few curves but for some reason it was the most attractive thing she had ever seen. Her soft hair, her captivating eyes and her toothy grin. They all went straight to her heart and turned her mind to mush. At least it was a pleasant feeling even if sometimes she wished she could get a better hold of her emotions.
Returning to washing herself, the Elf girl felt a little self-conscious. It was not always the most elegant looking when you washed yourself. Despite her origins, she had always insisted on washing alone. This was the first person she had bathed with since her very young childhood. The connotations were very different this time too, although she tried not to think too much on that part. Her nipples were already slightly hard from looking over the other’s nude body and their sensitivity when she washed them made it a particularly awkward moment.
She frowned when the water began to cool. It appeared their time was almost up like Arya had predicted. In her homeland, such things as power and hot water were never an issue. Even the poorest had both in unlimited quantities. She supposed life in the Green Woeld must be pretty hard, especially if you’re relying on human technology. It was probably a good thing in these current circumstances. Ílima was pretty sure they would still be kissing and doing other things if they had not had to worry about the water going cold.
Hearing the dog girl’s voice, she turned to look at her before blushing slightly. She looked so happy and it made her heart flutter. “A bath? I think I would like that,” she said in her soft musical voice. It would be rather nice to do that. She could use her powers to keep the water hot and they could snuggle up together. The Elf could picture it now, her back against Arya’s chest with her arms wrapped around her. It was a wonderful image. She almost wished she had suggested a bath earlier.
Sighing softly, she turned back towards the shower to turn off the rapidly cooling water. She pulled back the curtain so they could both step out before reaching over to grab a towel. Wrapping it around her slender form, the girl brushed her fingers through her hair. A golden glow appeared around her fingers as she used the same techniques as last night to simultaneously brush out her hair as well as dry it. With so much hair it would be laborious doing it mundanely. The Elf suspected her lover would probably love to brush out her hair but she was rather eager to go shopping so she decided to get ready quickly. Although she remembered she was going to have to use her powers to clean her panties again after this morning’s wake up call. Blushing slightly at the memory, Ílima looked over her shoulder at Arya. “Would you like me to brush your hair?”
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| Syngey | Date: Friday, 30.May.2014, 5:36 PM | Message # 178 |
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| Arya felt very refreshed by the shower, and she was very eager to getting on the move now. She was already wondering if they could take a bath tonight. It sounded as if they other girl wasn’t opposed to it, so that was encouraging. But before then there were so many other fun things to look forward to. Shopping was going to be quite interesting, as it was an activity that she had never taken much pleasure from. However, with Ílima by her side she thought that it could actually be fun. And she was definitely interested in seeing what kinds of products would be sold out here. In her small town there wasn’t much to choose from unless you made it yourself, or had it passed down through the family. That only left her with one unique item. She wondered what kinds of things the Elf would like. Would she want to buy something feminine? That seemed to be her style, but it was hard to tell considering she wore so little. With that in mind, Arya realized that, in her excitement over other things, she had totally ignored the Elf’s question. Turning red, she spat out her belated answer. “Oh! Yes! I want to shop, too. I mean, I’m usually not a big shopper, but it seems like it would be fun today. Plus, who knows what kind of stuff they’ll have in the local shops. Right?” Nodding, as if to answer her own question, she grabbed the other towel hanging up next to the one Ílima had started using.
Drying her face first, Arya then moved to her hair, which she mostly just rubbed quickly without much thought. She paid as little mind to the rest of her body, leaving parts of it still damp by the time the other girl was nearly finished. Of course, the Cynanthrope noticed that Ílima was using her talents to dry off faster and with better efficiency. She couldn’t help but watch her as she ran her fingers through her long strands. It was a nice image, she seemed very beautiful to her then, and somehow very innocent. She liked seeing her doing something so simple with such skill and grace. Those were two qualities that Arya didn’t think could be used to describe herself.
Her ears perked up when Ílima offered to brush her hair. She was definitely okay with that. Nodding enthusiastically, Arya showed her appreciation for the offer by leaning in for a quick, soft kiss. Her whole body felt warm after the shower, and now her lips were warm too. Right now, her hair looked like a mess of wet strands. It was always a little annoying to brush her hair after it got wet. She usually ended up hurting herself a little because she wasn’t very patient. She just wanted to get the tangles out and be on her way. She knew that Ílima’s method was better. Wrapping the towel around her body, she secured it tightly so that it wouldn’t fall while she finished getting ready. “My hair is all yours.” Laughing at the strange way she said that, Arya waited for Ílima to respond. After this, she would get dressed and they could be on their way. Just as she thought that, her stomach growled with hunger. Laughing again, she added, “Maybe we should pick up some bread on the way.” It would be nice to just have some bread so they didn’t have to wait any longer to explore.
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| Xaimee | Date: Friday, 30.May.2014, 6:53 PM | Message # 179 |
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| Ílima was pleased that her lover accepted the invitation, especially when her agreement was signified by a kiss on the lips. Smiling in amusement when ownership of the girl’s brown hair was transferred to her, she moved so that they both stood in front of the mirror. It would let her still look at Arya while they spoke. Very slowly, she drew the golden comb through the thick brown strands. She had such thick hair, it rather surprised her at times. It was almost like grown out fur although not quite the same. The red between her legs was different however. Blushing slightly at that thought, the Elf shook her head and returned her attention to the task at hand.
“Some bread would be fine,” she said. The girl suspected that human bread would not be as pleasant or as light as her own kind’s bread but it would do. It was also cheap which was pretty important since money was a bit of an issue. On top of that, neither of them were earning some kind of income although at least the dog girl had brought some money with her. With her life the way it was, the green-haired girl honestly felt like she was living off the other. It was true she had used her powers to increase what little wealth the dog girl had, but still it felt much like she was the one who was a burden. The Elf swore to herself she would do her best to take care of everything for Arya in exchange for her saving her life and letting her be with her. Simple things like taking care of the clothes and brushing her hair were things she had longed to do in her previous life. In a way, it was almost like a dream come true although not quite in the way she had originally imagined.
Her hands reached around to bring back some of the long brown strands behind Arya’s shoulder so she could untangle them with her comb. With her magical senses, it was easy to see individual strands and also how they were tangled. She could also tell when a strand was about to break or perhaps end up pulled out at the root. Such things were not things she had been expected to learn during her youth but Ílima had insisted. She hated having things done for her, even if they perhaps distracted her from other studies which she had to attend to as well.
Sighing softly, Ílima looked at the other’s red gold eyes in the mirror before smiling as their gazes met. “Do you have a change of clothing? If you don’t then I’ll wash your clothes before you get dressed.” She blushed a little. “I’ll need to wash mine…” Thinking about the other things that had happened, the Elf felt the overwhelming need to wash the sheets too. Even though the staff would likely not make comment on the matter, the thought of others knowing she had had sex with roommate was mortifying. She was still coming to terms with her own behaviour and letting others know of her exploration into sexual matters was something the girl was certainly not ready for. Biting her lip, the girl banished the comb and rested her delicate hands on the other’s shoulders. “All done. Your hair looks wonderful.” Squeezing slightly, she released her friend and stepped back. “I suppose it’s time to get ready now.”
Walking through to the bedroom, Ílima blushed when she saw the mess they had made. She could smell it too and while it rather aroused her, it also embarrassed her greatly. Arya had a sensitive nose too, what did she think? Sighing, the Elf walked over to retrieve her oversized shirt and panties from the end of the bed. They had dried out now although they did not feel pleasant to the touch. Wrinkling her nose, the girl hoped that the other girl did not see her face. She was not disgusted with what they had done, just the aftermath. Why did it have to be so… messy? Sweat, fluids from arousal and fluids from orgasm. Not to mention saliva and possibly tears. It was a veritable treasure trove of ingredients to be cursed with. On top of that, it was just untidy and embarrassing.
She sighed, closing her eyes and concentrating. Every piece of clothing and the bed began to glow cold as she pushed her will into the clothing. She isolated the strands of Energy that made up the various dirts and fluids in the cloth, slowly they unravelled back down to their base elements before she converted them to oxygen. Sighing softly, the girl sank down onto the bed and panted softly. Her fussiness had gotten the better of her common sense. Transmuting so much stuff at once was mentally and physically exhausting. Swallowing, she pushed some hair behind her ear before glancing up at the girl. “I’ve been rather foolish. I’ve tired myself out with washing everything.” Her cheeks flushed slightly. “I’m sorry. It’s going to take me a little longer to get ready than I Thought. I hope you’re not in too much of a hurry.” Closing her eyes, the Elf girl cursed herself for letting her embarrassment and neurosis get the better of her. She was supposed to be better than that but it always got the better of her. She felt so stupid sometimes.
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| Syngey | Date: Friday, 30.May.2014, 10:02 PM | Message # 180 |
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| Arya let the other girl direct her body, moving so that she was facing the mirror. It was nice to be able to see Ílima while she worked through her hair. As she started, Arya noticed that she was blushing a bit, which was curious. She wondered what had made her feel embarrassed but decided not to bring it up. By now she knew that the other girl tended to blush easily, so she was getting used to seeing her cheeks flush with color. It was actually very cute. A small smile appeared on her lips as she looked at their shared reflection in the mirror. It was a nice sight. And the feeling of Ílima brushing her hair was comforting as well. There was a strange kind of warmth and calmness that went along with the detangling of her unruly hair. It didn’t hurt at all, and it didn’t feel like the Elf was pulling on her hair to get out the tangles. She was doing a much better job than she would have. She supposed it was, at least, partly due to the fact that Ílima was taking her time, while she always rushed through things. Patience was definitely not one of her virtues. Perhaps she could learn to slow down a little by being around the other girl.
Her eyes moved to meet Ílima’s when she started speaking. Considering her words, she thought about what she brought in her bag. She didn’t have a change of clothes, that would have been too much to carry, especially when she transformed and had to put what she was wearing into the bag so that she wouldn’t be left naked after changing back. But her clothes were certainly in need of cleaning. “That would be great, thanks!” She still wasn’t completely sure she understood how Ílima cleaned things, but she didn’t need to understand she supposed. It would be interesting to find out though. Maybe it was too difficult to explain to someone who wasn’t an Elf. She thought it would be kind of hard to explain certain things about herself, but then again, she barely understand herself.
Once again, Arya noticed that Ílima seemed uncomfortable with something, but before she could give it much thought she was speaking to her again. Her hair was finished, so she ran her fingers through the now very smooth and soft strands. Smiling widely, she felt so impressed with the Elf’s talents. “Thank you! You are so amazing. I wish I could do stuff like this.” Playing with her hair for a moment, she admired her locks in the mirror. She really thought she looked good, which wasn’t something she thought very often. It even seemed like her face was glowing a little. Was she that happy? Or maybe it was just her imagination. Well, whatever it was, she felt great.
Turning away from the mirror, Arya joined Ílima in the bedroom. Stopping in the doorway from the bathroom, she noticed that the other girl seemed to be doing some of her cleaning again. She certainly liked things clean. That was another thing that Arya never concerned herself with. Sure, she had to clean back home, but she didn’t like it. In fact, she very much disliked it. She didn’t want her things to be dirty, and she liked smelling good, but she just had a higher tolerance for mud and dirt than those around her. In fact, she actually liked being dirty sometimes, especially when she was in her other form. It felt good to roll around in the leaves and soak up all of the smells. That being said, it wasn’t as if she didn’t like clean things either. When she was clean she felt fresh and new, and that was always nice.
Not really understanding what Ílima was doing, Arya watched casually until she stopped and slumped to the bed. Concerning, she moved over to her quickly. She listened to her heavy breathing and wondered what she should do. Was she feeling sick? Hearing Ílima’s explanation didn’t really ease her worries, but at least she knew what was going on now. Sitting down beside her friend, the Cynanthrope placed her hand gently on her upper back. She tried her best to speak in a soothing voice. “It’s ok, I don’t mind waiting.” Smiling, trying to appear reassuring, she hoped Ílima didn’t feel bad for making them wait. She felt a little bad for having her do all of the cleaning too. Couldn’t she have helped in some way? But, then again, it hadn’t seemed dirty to her. Tentatively, she voiced some of her thoughts. “Although, you don’t need to go through so much trouble. I mean, I don’t mind some dirt every now and then, so don’t worry about me.” Kissing the Elf’s cheek, she hoped her words would make her feel a little better.
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| Xaimee | Date: Saturday, 31.May.2014, 5:54 PM | Message # 181 |
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| Ílima admired how quickly her friend moved to her side. They still did not know each other very well yet the Cynanthrope always showed such concern for her. Considering how they had met, the Elf supposed that Arya still felt a bit of an obligation to take care of the person she had rescued. It made the green-haired girl rather sad to think that. She felt even more of a burden but it was comforting when the other girl insisted on her not cleaning everything. Sighing softly, she let herself fall to the side so her bare shoulder rested against the others. “I am sorry. I cannot help myself. I have always had a thing about dirt and untidiness. I’m just still weak from my capture. It should not make me so tired.” Frowning softly, she closed her eyes and snuggled up against her lover. “You always feel nice.” Smiling as she felt warm lips against her cheek, she opened her eyes to look up at her friend. “You are too kind, Arya.”
Sighing softly, the Elf girl settled against her lover’s side. Her breathing slowed as she felt into a light doze. Her towel slipped from her body, parting to reveal her completely nude. The twilight from outside highlighted her soft pale skin. Her breasts rose and fell slowly with each soft breath, their pink tips soft and her flesh flawless. Ordinarily her hair would hide her body but in her current position it all spilled down behind her and her sides. She sighed softly, her lips curved in a very slight smile. Her arms hung loosely at her sides, one squashed between the two of them as her weight leaned completely into the other girl’s side.
A few minutes later, Ílima stirred and opened her eyes. Blushing at her nakedness, the girl smiled apologetically at the Cynanthrope. “I’m sorry. I drifted off.” Looking over at her neatly folded clothing, the Elf sighed. “I should get dressed.” Glancing to her side, her smile returned. “I’m sorry for forcing you to sit there in your towel while I used you as a post. I hope I did not impose too much.” Her violet eyes twinkled in a mixture of warmth and amused before she turned away and stood up. Glancing back at her towel, the temptation to put it on came to her but really there was no point. They had just shared a shower and several intimate moments together, was there much point in modesty when it came to Arya?
Walking over to the small table their clothes were stacked upon, the Elf grabbed her panties and stepped into them. Her bra came next followed by her dress. Pulling the shoulder straps into place, she glanced over at the other girl. Feeling rather shameful, she could not stop herself from watching the other female as she worked herself from naked to fully clothed. It was an oddly arousing sight despite what logic should dictate. She thought that the dog girl looked rather cute in her undergarments. Their tomboyish cut with the little hint of lace suited her. A brief thought of what she might look if they swapped underwear came to mind but she pushed it aside with a shake of the head. They were different sizes so that was a silly thought. White probably would not suit the brown-haired girl anyway. She already knew that boyshorts did not suit her. The very thin and low cut panties she wore now were the only ones she found comfortable.
Remembering her new scarf, the girl put it on and wrapped it around her lower face like before. It left just her eyes and the top of her nose showing but it worked. It did not smell as pleasant as Arya’s but it would allow her to maintain her disguise without borrowing something that was clearly precious to her lover. “Do you mind keeping my things in your bag until we find something that I can use?” asked Ílima. Once they emerged from the room, the Elf would have to pretend to be mute again to avoid the suspicion of those who may know the slavers she was on the run from. It frustrated her having to hide herself away like this but what else could she do? It was better than being made a slave to some monster or another.
Once they were all ready to go, she let Arya take the lead since she had charge of the room key. She took the opportunity to admire the girl in her full outfit. It was really quite a charming set of clothing, especially when she added her precious scarf. During the day it would likely get warm but the Elf girl could cope with that. She knew that her friend had the option of removing a few layers before heat became an issue.
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