12-11-2011, 02:49 PM
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Gemma had never felt the mothering instincts of another before, her own mother had hated her from birth and her flirtatious attitude and curvaceously shaped body tended to make other women angry or at least jealous of her naturally gifted beauty. Most never took the time to crack the outer wall she had constructed and so their unfounded accusations and envious assumptions stood unchallenged for certainly the girl herself had not the social skills to prove herself other than an empty headed whore, meant for ridicule and shame. Strange that she should feel so protected and cared for by this woman who was smaller than herself.
Her breath shuddered in and out through the barely there gap of her parted lips as the woman answered with the affirmative, and her maw parted into the slivers of a true smile before it moved to give her kiss. She continued to stroke the others brow and short hair as hand snaked around her waist and held her tight with no chance of escape. She found herself now in the same position as she had done the day before with the almost man Liam, not wanting to leave even if there was chance to. A soft rumble came up her throat as Vesper ran her muzzle along Gemma's own and burying her nose in the fur of her cheek. Gemma was fascinated by the scars that she carried with seeming pride,
"You have been through much..." Her voice gasped as a hand slid up her chest, "So have I." She squeezed her eyes shut as the short barely grown fur covering the places where she was once bald were touched, waiting for the disgust or revulsion but it never came, Vesper seemed just as enamored by Gemma's scars as Gemma was with hers.
Gemma had never felt the mothering instincts of another before, her own mother had hated her from birth and her flirtatious attitude and curvaceously shaped body tended to make other women angry or at least jealous of her naturally gifted beauty. Most never took the time to crack the outer wall she had constructed and so their unfounded accusations and envious assumptions stood unchallenged for certainly the girl herself had not the social skills to prove herself other than an empty headed whore, meant for ridicule and shame. Strange that she should feel so protected and cared for by this woman who was smaller than herself.
Her breath shuddered in and out through the barely there gap of her parted lips as the woman answered with the affirmative, and her maw parted into the slivers of a true smile before it moved to give her kiss. She continued to stroke the others brow and short hair as hand snaked around her waist and held her tight with no chance of escape. She found herself now in the same position as she had done the day before with the almost man Liam, not wanting to leave even if there was chance to. A soft rumble came up her throat as Vesper ran her muzzle along Gemma's own and burying her nose in the fur of her cheek. Gemma was fascinated by the scars that she carried with seeming pride,
"You have been through much..." Her voice gasped as a hand slid up her chest, "So have I." She squeezed her eyes shut as the short barely grown fur covering the places where she was once bald were touched, waiting for the disgust or revulsion but it never came, Vesper seemed just as enamored by Gemma's scars as Gemma was with hers.