[M] Lady Of The Lake

Twelve

POSTED: Sat May 25, 2019 9:19 pm

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.


OOC: Foredated to after TtV conclusion, after the dust settles. At the lakeside near the Posse camp, evening.

IC: It had been one hell of a couple weeks. First the cougar attack. Then the ambushes and fighting and fires and escaped horses. All of it was like a racing jumble of images and emotions that left Zsorthia feeling mentally exhausted. Her physical state was as good as could be expected. Minor bruises and a few scrapes were healing here and there, but mostly, it was just her fur that needed attention. The Mercedes woman while, not overly obsessed with grooming, did like to keep a decently well kempt coat. Especially one free of grime and blood. After the the shit she'd been through it was not surprise she needed a good bath.

The red hued woman slowly began to undress. The cool breezes coming off the water caused the woman to shiver slightly, the fur at the base of her tail slightly standing up from the sensation. Stripping free of her tight leather pants, knives going along with them, Zsorthia then began the process of unbuttoning her bear fur vest. While occupied with her clothing, her horse grazed nearby in a small grassy patch beneath a tree. The coydog spared a glance at her equine companion, making sure he was still where she'd left him before unclasping the final button and dropping away the garment in a heap atop her pants. Now fully exposed, her curves and feminine beauty was fully viewable. Not that Zsorthia had anyone particular in mind to view her, but the thought did cross the woman's mind as she step by step began to wade her way into the cold lake.

Inch by inch her red pelt darkened to a near crimson as it wettened. Slowly she lowered her arms away from her breasts as she sank purposefully shoulder's deep into the shallows and sighed, golden eyes closing a she began to wash and scrub at her fur in slow even strokes. She could feel the grime come free and took a moment to dunk her head under the surface, before coming up for air, gasping from the chill of it. With a soft yip she chuckled to herself and stood back to her full height, water dripping freely from her soaked hair. She stood in the shallows, waist deep and gazed out across the lake. It was oddly peaceful, all things considered. The past few days had kept her tense, and it was only now that she'd truly began to settle again. Getting to bathe after so long was evidence that life was returning to whatever was considered normal for her.
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POSTED: Thu May 30, 2019 2:28 pm

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A bottle of whiskey in her hand, a warm spring day, lazily reclined against the rough bark of a fir tree; it almost made the last month seem like a bad dream.

However, aching muscles and not fully healed wounds made it clear that it had been all too real, and that’s what the whiskey was for. She had been sober far too long, and the golden liquid help to soothe her battered body and soul.

Pleasantly shit-faced, Twelve rested near the lakeside, one of her favorite places and where she often kept camp. Orville was not too far off, free of any tether and happily cropping at the fresh shoots of grass and wild-flowers. All was well.

Slate eyes caressed by nystagmus caught the smooth motion of a woman walk by; it was Zsorthia, the Red Lady, far too red for some folk, but to Twelve it was pleasing on the eyes. Her face was masked like a coon's and her body riddled in scars, some of which were fresh and stood out bright pink against her ruddy fur; she was anything but boring to look at. The ratty coyote-woman could watch the Red Lady disrobe all day long, and was happy to do so now, allowing her hand to trail down to parts of her which were inflamed by the sight of it.

She had yet to bed a woman in these parts, even though she had tried (Frenchie was a tough egg to crack); maybe her luck was changing. Besides, who didn’t love a good fuck in the lake after a war had been won?

Somehow, she managed to stand, all skin and bones compared to Zsorthia’s feminine physique. She left the half-drunk bottle at the base of the tree to be retrieved later, and stepped out into the harsh sunlight, managing to swagger rather than stagger.

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POSTED: Thu Jun 06, 2019 4:27 pm

OOC: Sorry for the wait! <3 WC: 304

IC: The cool water was refreshing as it ran down her bosom and back, cold rivulets pouring off her dampened hair and dripping off her muzzle back into the lake causing ripples to fan out all around her. The red woman enjoyed her lake view, breathing in the slightly aquatic air, watching as a few tiny fish swam by in front of her and smirked softly making a mental note to see if anyone in the Posse knew anything about how to catch fish. It wasn't long before the breezes brought upon it the scent of another which caused Zsorthia's ears to perk slightly and her body to tense.

Thankfully, she had smelled the woman before. She wasn't all that cleanly, and wasn't exactly the prettiest thing on the block, nor the nicest according to word of mouth around camp, but the Mercedes woman wasn't about to let rumor completely color her first impressions. Covering her breasts, folding her arms over them, she turned in the shallows to see Twelve slowly sauntering her way to the water's edge. The grey coywoman was bedraggled and skin and bones, and on the breeze a heavy whiff of alcohol could be detected. Zsorthia raised a brow, smirking as she watched the woman move with swagger in her direction and swished her tail underwater. Clearly she was inebriated. What exactly the scarred woman expected out of this encounter wasn't yet clear, but before Twelve made a complete fool of herself, Zsorthia chuckled and spoke up. "Need a drink of water now that you've finished off the bottle?" She teased lightly. By her own belongings in a heap on the shoreline, a flask of booze was among the things Zsorthia had removed off her person. She was no stranger to the drink, she just hadn't started yet for the night.
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POSTED: Thu Jun 06, 2019 7:27 pm

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Goddamn that woman was fine. Her ass, her tits, the color of her fur; Twelve would have been jealous had she not been so enamored.

Besides, the gray coyote had had her day in the sun, long ago, when she was young. Luscious flowing silken hair, brushed fur; even her breasts had filled out, and her hips, while high, had given her a slinky walk. Men had adored her, men had pined after her, many of them had taken her to bed. She had felt like a queen then, but her eyes had only been for one.

That past was gone, long gone, and now only a pile of dusty bones remained. She would never be beautiful again, at least if she had it her way.

But what a scrumptious tart Zsorthia was, and Twelve wanted to take a bite.

The water was chilly, still clinging to the winter melts, but the it felt good against her hot, buzzing skin. She grinned as Red Lady greeted her with a snide comment, You’re the tall drink of water I need, sweet-cheeks. She said, now awkwardly wading, Fuck, this is cold! The feel-good sensation of the cool water was replaced by biting chill; she was too skinny for this shit. Maybe Zsorthia’s bosom could warm her up.

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POSTED: Mon Jun 10, 2019 4:17 pm

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"You’re the tall drink of water I need, sweet-cheeks." The twiggy grey bitch retorted back easily and Zsorthia actually chuckled out loud, ears flicking backwards then forwards at the compliment. "Sweet cheeks? I've gone by many things but that's... that's a first..." She would have had to have been blind to miss the obvious way that Twelve was indeed thirstily drawing her striking blue eyes all over Zsorthia's naked form. It made the Mercedes gal feel strangely warm. In a manner she was unaccustomed to. The only other times she'd received attention like this from another woman was when she was far far younger. Before she'd really found interest in men...

Feeling her heart beginning to beat faster as the feisty drunk actually began to wade into the icy lake, cursing about the temperature, Zsorthia smirked and gathering her nerves and slowly dropped her arms from her chest instead and drew a paw through her thick hair and smiled flirtily at the approaching woman. "Be careful, wouldn't want you to get hypothermic now..." She said, before shaking out her pelt, staying put and allowing the determined lady to come to her. This little game was fun and quite flattering, and Zsorthia was very eager to see what Twelve would do next. If what she had heard in the nights before and between the hellfire that had befallen the Posse and Cartel was any indication, the skinny woman, may not be anything for the eyes, but holy shit could she make a guy howl. She wondered if she could to the same with a lady. It had been a long time since Zsorthia had had any kind of sexual interaction, never mind from a female. She found her mind forming erotic scenarios that made her loins suddenly twinge with the possibilities. With her back mostly turned to her company, the fluttering of embarrassment that flicked across the red woman's face was thankfully missed.
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POSTED: Sun Jun 23, 2019 6:26 pm

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Despite stumbling several times on the lake’s rocky bottom, Twelve managed to make her way out to the woman. The closer she got, the warmer she became, and that was alright by her.

Zsorthia, taking on the role of blushing damsel, teased her by turning her back to her, guarding her body. But Twelve could basically smell the willingness on her, the way she shook herself out, making herself all that much more a tasty morsel to nibble on.

With a purr-like growl, Twelve sidled up behind the Red Lady, and slid her arms down the woman’s ample thighs, You’ll warm me up. She nearly hissed in the woman’s ear, Been a long time since I been with a lady… and you are a lady, Red Lady. She warbled like a bird, the alcohol thick on her breath.

Her hands then traveled up to cup and squeeze the woman’s breasts, I’ll be gentle, I promise. She said.

Twelve brought one of her hands up to her mouth and stuck a pointer and middle finger in between her lips. A loud pop signaled that she had very intentionally snapped off the curved tips of two claws, leaving only blunt nubs to remain. She then plunged the hand back under the water, and brought the fingers forward to caress the woman gently, but with generous pressure, against the most sensitive part of her. Twelve’s own body responded with heat of its own, and she pressed her crotch against the Red Lady’s buttocks.

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POSTED: Wed Jun 26, 2019 4:53 pm

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Zsorthia could judge the other woman's approach by the sound of the water as well as the spreading ripples upon the smooth surface. Smirking, she peeked over her shoulder, gasping ever so softly just in time as Twelve, famous for her direct ways as she was, slid up behind her, trailing her paws firmly down Zsorthia's submerged thighs. The sensation caused her to jump slightly but was one the red woman found brought fire straight to her loins. "You'll warm me up." The grey coyote's word tickled the Mercedes woman's ear and caused the fur on the back of Zsorthia's neck to prickle a little, but in the best kind of way. Zsorthia's maw slowly split in a feral kind of grin.

"Been a long time since I been with a lady… and you are a lady, Red Lady." Twelve's whiskey smooth tones continued as her hands trailed slowly up Zsorthia's responding flesh. She could feel the burning ache begin to rise deep in her abdomen a certain desire coursing through her veins with every precise touch. "I'll be gentle, I promise." Her breasts were cupped then and Zsorthia returned the purr-growl, turning her head, masked, golden eyes smoldering and meeting her counterpart's, grinding her rear and hips back against the eager female. "Gentle, rough, baby, it's been a while for me too... But I am all yours." Her voice was husky. Flicking an ear as she heard Twelve's nails break off, Zsorthia visibly shivered. Heat rose in her cheeks, her heart racing. This was it.

Slightly leaning into the grey woman's own slim form, careful not to knock her off balance, the red coydog suddenly felt the blossoming of pleasure between her legs where Twelve's fingers had found their way and teased just at the sensitive outer lips of her womanhood. Zsorthia groaned and bucked her hips lightly, the combination of cool water and warmth of the woman's fingers in the most delicate parts of her body was a combination of feelings that were unique only to this situation. Licking her lips, the red lady turned her head to nip with a firm pressure against her partner's neck, teeth grazing the skin and released a deep, husky growl, huffing as she reached her arm back and gripped the grey female's short cropped hair, entwining her fingers into it firmly and chuckling with clear enjoyment. She released her grip after a moment. "I like a gal like you... not afraid to take what she wants." She said with an invigorated fire to her voice. "Just don't forget I like to do the same..." Zsorthia whispered and splayed her ears, reaching a paw down beneath the water to run along Twelve's own hip and thigh, claws trailing through the fur there.

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