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Myrika Tears · 12-27-2011, 01:12 PM

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Myrika is by Kiri!

The russet woman writhed against her companion, a murmuring noise something like a cross between a growl and a whimper rumbling in her throat. There might be time for regret later -- though Myrika did not think she would regret this, no. She might have her doubts and she might have her considerations, but the rusty woman would never feel guilt for this. Whatever innocence she had left, the reddish woman wished to be rid of it at her earliest ability. If this was one further step away from childhood, Myrika would take it with a flying leap.

The rusty hybrid's left hand moved to stroke the dark bangs draped across the other woman's forehead, brushing them tenderly away from her brilliantly blue eyes and the rust-streaked muzzle so very like her own. The pale silver thing moved and shifted her weight lower, and her mouth moved along the tawny curve of Myrika's neck, and lower still. The hybrid gasped softly and arched her back into the other woman's mouth, a shiver running through her body. Her fingers twisted into dark hair, though she did not grasp harshly or tug, rather simply sought purchase.

Her own hand, trembling, moved for the same parts her partner now teased so skillfully with mouth and fingers, and Myrika's grasp was hesitant; she stroked softly against the rounded curve of giving flesh with the tentativeness of one unaccustomed to such things. And truly -- wasn't she? She had only Thamur previously, never this -- though she had wanted it, no doubt. With a steadying inhale, the woman's fingers slid around the globe of the silver woman's breast, first one hand and then the other. Myrika gave a tremble. No part of her had expected any similarity to her own body, and she was inordinately pleased to find this was reality.

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