01-03-2012, 03:52 PM
Can't explain this either XD
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His eyes, so soft, so calm. It calmed her. Helped her relax. She was a strung up girl despite her easy and free ways with her body. A barrier was breached but it was no cause for alarm and the white woman settled herself with an adoring sigh, pale fingers clenching and unclenching. For a moment she was within a world that was entirely her own, somewhere special and safe, like a shelter from the constant raging hurricane that was her mind, her own greatest enemy. He returned her rumbling sounds and she was enthralled, unable to move or scarcely even breath as he rolled them both so that she lay beneath him. The one time before when she had presented what she had to him, the leash and collar of his brother's abuse had stopped him reacting as he wanted but now he was free to act on the desire and instinct that was within him, for surely it was, he was a Trovato after all was he not.
She was pinned and her mouth formed a soft 'o' as the sound came from her throat, she wriggled slightly, a test, an experiment to see how must she could move if she so wished. As long as she was free then she would have no reason to panic. She was sure again that if she expressed the desire to be freed completely the hot hardness of his body would move aside like the red sea parted before Moses. It was this knowledge that kept her so calm, if they had been going fast with no time to think or react then it would not have mattered so much but because her mind could tick over she had time to worry over such things.
His whine reminded her of the dog genes that he carried and the pale femme moved a hand to explore the valleys and hills of his face and then his huge ears, so unreal that they made her own large coyote ears look small in comparison, what kind of ancestry did he carry to produce such monsters? Maybe he was part rabbit? She would have giggled at her own private joke had he not chose that moment to pour down gentle nips onto the soft furred skin of her neck and the surrounding areas. The female uttered a quiet moan and wriggled again although this time seeking to create beautiful friction between their bodies rather than determine if she was trapped or not.
The vee of her legs parted and allowed him to rest within the comforting cradle of her body, petite paws flexing and coming to rest atop his own in an almost lazy manner. A shift his his weight and the pads of his hand traveled down her side, caressing the skin beneath the fur. Lacking in the length of her fur on her chest, belly and extreme upper thighs the heat of him radiated down to her much easily without having to penetrate layers of thick plumage,
507
His eyes, so soft, so calm. It calmed her. Helped her relax. She was a strung up girl despite her easy and free ways with her body. A barrier was breached but it was no cause for alarm and the white woman settled herself with an adoring sigh, pale fingers clenching and unclenching. For a moment she was within a world that was entirely her own, somewhere special and safe, like a shelter from the constant raging hurricane that was her mind, her own greatest enemy. He returned her rumbling sounds and she was enthralled, unable to move or scarcely even breath as he rolled them both so that she lay beneath him. The one time before when she had presented what she had to him, the leash and collar of his brother's abuse had stopped him reacting as he wanted but now he was free to act on the desire and instinct that was within him, for surely it was, he was a Trovato after all was he not.
She was pinned and her mouth formed a soft 'o' as the sound came from her throat, she wriggled slightly, a test, an experiment to see how must she could move if she so wished. As long as she was free then she would have no reason to panic. She was sure again that if she expressed the desire to be freed completely the hot hardness of his body would move aside like the red sea parted before Moses. It was this knowledge that kept her so calm, if they had been going fast with no time to think or react then it would not have mattered so much but because her mind could tick over she had time to worry over such things.
His whine reminded her of the dog genes that he carried and the pale femme moved a hand to explore the valleys and hills of his face and then his huge ears, so unreal that they made her own large coyote ears look small in comparison, what kind of ancestry did he carry to produce such monsters? Maybe he was part rabbit? She would have giggled at her own private joke had he not chose that moment to pour down gentle nips onto the soft furred skin of her neck and the surrounding areas. The female uttered a quiet moan and wriggled again although this time seeking to create beautiful friction between their bodies rather than determine if she was trapped or not.
The vee of her legs parted and allowed him to rest within the comforting cradle of her body, petite paws flexing and coming to rest atop his own in an almost lazy manner. A shift his his weight and the pads of his hand traveled down her side, caressing the skin beneath the fur. Lacking in the length of her fur on her chest, belly and extreme upper thighs the heat of him radiated down to her much easily without having to penetrate layers of thick plumage,