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Vesper · 08-26-2012, 05:04 PM

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Is all good. 8D Awkward exposition here too; I steal topic. +326

She hated vulnerability, hated being at the whim of another living creature. It was a fact that perhaps affected her sexuality as much as the wiring of her brain did; she could never imagine herself underneath a man, letting him touch her breasts. The thought of being trapped beneath earth and flesh, simple touches and kisses playing havoc with her emotions, revolted her—but this was different, and would always be different. She trembled, but with sensation rather than fear, and claustrophobia made way for comfort, as if Myrika was a shield. At the same time, she wanted very much to roll them over and be the one giving the other woman pleasure, but it was a desire overshadowed by her body’s, and she knew the time would come.

Teeth joined fingers and tongue, and Vesper had ceased stifling any gasps at the new additions of the wonderful things the Aquila was doing to her. Her hand curled tighter in the grass, and it seemed other, invisible hands were shoving her against Myrika as she arched. A rush of cold air in the absence of Myri’s mouth only added more sensation as the woman shifted to give attention to the other breast. When it happened again, however, there was a longer pause—turquoise eyes flicking up to hers, a hesitant question.

The scarred Centurion might have smirked and delivered a suitable, cocky line: such as how she was more than okay, or that she wasn’t fragile, or any number of things. The heat pulsing within her kept anything more than a stunted sentence from leaving her lips, so she only breathed with what air she could spare, “I’m fine, you’re good,” and leaned forward to kiss her, grabbing gently for the back of her neck to hold her close. She craved the closeness, the contact, the pressure—and her hips already lifted upward slightly to ease a different sort of pressure that wanted to gather there.

Myrika Tears · 08-27-2012, 04:29 AM

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327 POOR VESPER SHE JUST WANTS TO GIVE NOT GET D8

Myrika is by me!

The hybrid smiled, her expression equal parts embarrassment and elation, but the former disappeared entirely as Vesper kissed her. Myri's body followed her face, naturally, and she leaned almost entirely over Vesper now, her hips between the smaller coyote's. The writhing and arching body beneath her and underneath fingertips and lips was wonderfully lithe, and seeing and feeling this, accompanied with the still-shaky voice in which Vesper responded, left Myrika struck dumb.

She did not know what to do -- there was no experience on which to call. There were only jumbled memories of the gray pixie, half-remembered snatches of delight, and the far more awkward, far less instinctive tousling with Thamur. She had even wanted to love his body as she'd loved his mind, but found herself incapable. His flesh contained no marvels for her, only a strange and alien feeling she could not shake. Even looking at him thereafter had produced that same feeling -- perhaps owing to their awkwardness the final few months of his life.

Although her own desire was palpable, still in the tight-curled feeling in her stomach and the fluttering in her chest, she wanted to provoke gasps and trembles from Vesper more than she wanted her own sated. Almost as badly, the tawny coyote wanted perfection of herself. She did not know what she was doing any more than she had five minutes ago, but to her surprise and delight, instinct provided its own answer.

Her kiss was fierce, nose pushing perhaps a little too much into Vesper's muzzle. Lifting herself with one hand, Myrika brushed her opposing hand's fingers against the side of Vesper's muzzle, tracing the rough bumps of scar tissue. She glided her fingertips down Vesper's jaw and throat, along the soft fur of her collarbone and chest, between her breasts, over the lovely tautness of her abdomen, and further southward to the fiery heat between athletically-muscled legs.

Vesper · 08-27-2012, 10:03 AM

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It's like QUIET AND LET ME PLEASURE YOU WOMAN. Also I'm sure I'm breaking anatomical laws somewhere because I'm bad at keeping track of everyone's bodies and arms and the various ways they are contorted. :| /end ooc ramble

Vesper smiled, pressing her muzzle against and alongside the other’s, and managed a happy whimper as if she was the girlish one. It was strange how, in this moment, it seemed that usually self-conscious Myrika was so much in control. She thought mischievously that she might make an Aquila of her yet, but the title might not exist as they entwined in the grass. They were equal, and that was why Ves adored the tawny scholar so much; she did not have to work herself giving all the time in order to make this work. It simply worked, both supporting each other in weakness and strength, and Ves didn’t have to stop to think about it anymore.

Not that she had much more room for conscious thought, as Myri pressed harder into the kiss and Vesper yielded with a playful and tender growl she’d worked up out of nowhere. The woman’s fingers traced the narrow line of her jaw and the curve of her neck, and she could feel the growl die as they trailed down across her abdomen, reaching the pulse of sensation between her thighs. Her hips writhed briefly, but she gulped oxygen then let one of her drawn-up legs fall to the side, allowing those lovely fingertips easier access.

A low noise, almost more sigh than moan, came involuntarily. She wasn’t sure how she didn’t catch fire as even more heat left her scar tissue flushed, but she hid her embarrassment by propping herself up slightly and burying her face into Myrika’s shoulder.

Myrika Tears · 08-28-2012, 06:45 AM

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283 yeahhhh ME TOO. 8| Body positions WHAT ARE THOSE! 8D ALSO VESPER OMG, sex is not supposed to be that adorable ;_; <333

Myrika is by Raze!

Although Myrika could not say for certain, she did not think this would lead to awkwardness between herself and Vesper. It was similar, on a physical level, as the gray pixie -- but there was a whole added dimension, a new and exquisite feeling of simple harmony. Her feelings matched with what her body felt, as it had not been with Thamur or the silver-hued woman. So delighted was she with this feeling the tawny-furred woman might have melted into a puddle of glowing and babbling coyote were it not for the insistency spurned onward by the growls and light touches.

And that noise -- Myrika's response was a low growl that was closer to purr. Awkwardly, she squeezed head and shoulder around Vesper's own head, trembling at the joy in having provoked such a sound from the scarred coyote more than her own need. Her fingers, light and uncertain, touched more exploratively. The redhead slid her hand from fingertip to palm against the warmth and secret softness. She probed, once again tentative, though she was too intent on making more noises rise from that snow-pale throat for too much meekness.

Her nuzzles and nudges against the woman's neck were lingering, though almost distracted and harried, for she was paying more attention to Vesper, her hand, and the wriggle and twitch of slim hips. She could very nearly taste the sharp and sweet scent of their mingled desire, though perhaps it was not so much strong as the only thing she cared to experience. All else was lost in Vesper and their shared experience; the whole rest of the world seemed irrelevant in comparison to the loveliness beneath her.

Vesper · 08-29-2012, 08:38 PM

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Ikr? Dunno what I expected from Ves but this was not it. 8| Also this suuucks.

Myrika crooned a growl near her ear, and Vesper hid her face deeper against the juncture between neck and shoulder, but out of affection rather than her uncharacteristic self-consciousness. She busied herself with planting a million soft kisses there, trying to give each strand of fur attention with her nose and lips and tongue. Her affections grew rougher as the touch between her legs grew more insistent, and she bit down gently, stifling her noises with little more than a timid squeeze of her jaws.

There was little else she could do but cling to the one she loved, close her eyes, and ride out all of the sensations. There was not thought so much as a warmth and desire that overpowered everything else, and at the core of it something that coiled tighter and tighter. It was almost alarming, but she faced it with the dark determination she faced everything, and rocked her hips a little harder against the woman’s caressing hand—with a quiet moan, as much to voice her pleasure as to give Myri another goal to bring a louder one out of her.

Myrika Tears · 09-14-2012, 11:37 AM

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-- hi i am terrible ;_;;;;; sorryyyy for delay and poop short post ._.

Myrika is by Alaine!

There was an almost frantic quality to the attentions given her face and neck, and Myrika quickened her touch accordingly. She herself shivered, motions faltering for a moment, as teeth found her flesh. Her own noise was very much a groan, half stifled. The tawny-furred hybrid pressed her fingers to Vesper's flesh more insistently then, moving them with renewed vigor. Her fingers played harder against the warm and slick flesh, one sliding tentatively inside before retreating quickly and uncertainly. She wanted to grin like an idiot, but she kept her face relatively still, aided on her part by a sudden action.

Myri's muzzle found Vesper's and she pressed a kiss onto it, though it was only brief as not to stifle more of the lovely noises emanating from the mottled throat. Her thoughts were entirely consumed with the lithe and lovely body beneath her, entranced in the action of physical revelry. The blissful blankness was something Myrika otherwise did not experience, and would have enjoyed all the more, were she aware of its existence. Her unawareness, though, was symptom enough of the quiet in her mind and her utter concentration on Vesper and her needs.

Vesper · 09-16-2012, 05:45 PM

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ilu! and i was trying to keep this post from being too overtly smutty :|

The wonderful things that Myrika was doing to her made Vesper very much aware of what she’d been missing the past two years. She did her best to reciprocate, her licks and nibbles turning into soft bites, teeth setting against a shoulder then teasing the curve of her pale throat. Quiet whimpers and moans buzzed against the Aquila’s skin as the fingers invoked even more of that heat between her legs. Hips twitched again, and then a finger slipped into the depths no one else had explored. It was an alien feeling, but her body was prepared enough by all the other play that there was no discomfort. She could only gasp before her muzzle pressed back against her lover’s.

“Don’t stop,” Vesper managed to order, or plead, she wasn’t quite sure. Her hand rubbed up and down the other’s arm and pressed down on her wrist. “Your turn soon,” she added, breathless but grinning, her near-trembling hips rocking upwards.

Myrika Tears · 09-18-2012, 01:58 PM

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-- hahhaha!

Myrika is by me!

Although Myrika was quite content to spend all night and all of the next day (or so it felt) offering pleasure rather than receiving it, a tingle of anticipation traced her spine. Her ears went half-mast only briefly and the quick rhythm her fingers were picking faltered momentarily, but she resumed rather quickly, grinning a nervous grin down at Vesper. She could never have imagined stopping entirely, though, and with the encouragement spoken in quickly rasped tones, the hybrid even quickened pace.

The bites and nibbles on her shoulder and neck gave her shivers, and she softly growled approval of such motions. Her own nose bumped against Vesper's neck and nuzzled behind her ears. She wanted, in truth, to devour every inch of the mottled coyote's flesh with tongue and teeth and lips, but contented herself with this small accessible area alone while her fingers strove to coax more of the lovely noise from Vesper.

Vesper · 09-18-2012, 03:18 PM

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She returned her Aquila’s nervous grin with a soft, slanted smile of her own before she nuzzled her again, clutching at her tawny fur. She whimpered in the other’s ear, small sounds of pleasure and encouragement, and accepted all her affections above while her fingers worked faster and faster below. The heat blossomed from there, spreading through her abdomen and along her thighs, and were she human her skin might’ve been drenched with sweat. It was all she could do to pant softly and feel the night-cool grass against her as she let her head lay back against the ground.

The pressure built as her pelvis rocked up into Myrika’s hand, and her breaths came shorter. She clamped her lips down on a more frantic whine, and held tighter onto her tawny lover as she finally came to the edge. The wave spread from that heated spot down her legs, which quaked as her claws dug lightly into Myrika’s shoulders and a drawn-out noise left her. She nuzzled with fierce affection into the woman’s neck even as the aftershocks pulsed weaker and weaker through her.

Myrika Tears · 09-18-2012, 04:48 PM

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-- myri u so awkward

Myrika is by me!

There was a delicious tightness around her probing finger; Myrika was delighted into grinning she felt it come to a sudden and quaking head, along with the rest of Vesper. A sharp, biting sensation came to her shoulders and Myri realized Vesper was clinging to her, claws digging into flesh. The feeling was not unpleasant, and the tawny-furred hybrid laid her cheek against Vesper's head and pressed their bodies together as best she could, perhaps attempting to clutch at Vesper with all of herself rather than just hands and fingers.

Her fingers gradually slowed and eventually stopped altogether, though they lingered low and still clung, unmoving, to Vesper's flesh. Myri rumbled her affection into the close-cropped hair and wondered if she should roll over or get off her or what, and almost went so far as to ask. She bit the question back and instead decided it was much better to simply bask. Interrupting that with stupid questions was probably about the worst thing she could have done. So, she simply nuzzled and pressed herself against Vesper, enjoying the heat coming off of her.

Vesper · 09-18-2012, 05:36 PM

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Ves wants to be a romance novel hero. Also PP of them flipping over and whatnot, lemme know if das not cool. <3

The last of the tingles faded from her legs, and she let the whole of her body relax although she still clung to the woman and could feel herself throbbing. There weren’t really words to say how she felt, but she contented herself with returning the nuzzles, her hands coming up to stroke the other’s mahogany hair. Her breathing gradually slowed, and she simply held and let herself be held for a few minutes, the world slowly coming back into focus all around her. Beyond Myrika’s shoulder she could see a point of light flare then vanish in the sky, maybe one of the falling stars the others had spoken of, but otherwise the night was still but for their entwined bodies breathing and snuggling.

The Centurion shook her head in wonder then gave the other a little nudge under the chin with her head, as if she were a puppy. “You,” she said, kissing along her jaw then pressing her nose against the other’s. “Are the most.” She prematurely punctuated the middle of her sentence with another prod of her nose, before her smaller body pressed up against the others, hoping to gently roll the Aquila off.

“Amazing,” Vesper continued, leaning heavily and affectionately into her until they’d rolled and she was now lying on top of her. “Woman I’ve ever met,” came the conclusion, and already she was licking the other’s throat and straddling her, her hands rubbing down along her ribs and her thumbs brushing under her breasts teasingly, continuing the game of affections they’d played since dusk.

OOC Ending: And then Vesper went down on Myri and everything was glorious. The end! Thanks for reading hot steamy lesbian romance thread.

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