[M] the calloused east.

Myrika Tears · 12-02-2011, 07:14 AM

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Wtf are you talking about shit I did not tell you to do that omg i hate you forever never roleplaying with you ever again gross

Myri had never been particularly spiritual, but she would have accepted the idea that the pale silver thing before her was a spiritual manifestation. Myri would not have been able to say whether or not it was a kindly spirit or a vicious succubus visiting her in this secluded part of the garden, and it was doubtful whether she would have cared.

Where the cloud-colored woman touched her, heat burned across Myrika's flesh, and she acquiesced too willingly to the light pressure against her shoulders, leaning back against the cool ground. The earth was still kissed with a faint tinge of the day's warmth, but by morning, they could expect to see frost. The coyote was comfortable, of course, and became still more comfortable as the silvery woman climbed over her, settling her light weight over Myrika.

Now it was not only heat but licking flame and sparking kindling where they touched one another; the rust-hued woman arched her back, forcing herself flat again as the woman began playing with her hair, drawing it away from her head. Myrika rubbed her muzzle against the woman's forearm when it came close for one lock, and her own hands slid from shoulder to arm and finally came to rest on the dust-colored woman's hips, her fingertips lingering on lower back and the beginning of a delicate curve.

The russet woman's grip there tightened as her presumed clan-mate's tongue drew against her muzzle, and again her body squirmed upward against the other woman. A quiet whimper was all the rust-hued woman could muster, and the fire grew to fever within her, bolts of heat radiating from between her thighs.

Myrika is by Nat!

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