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Post by FlyingPanther on Oct 6, 2008 4:26:08 GMT -5
She really was an adorible little thing. Very canine, so willing to please. Mehen made up her mind then, that she would take her to Roxanne, either after their little romp, or after she tought her a couple of things. She wasn't really a novice by any means, but still...maybe if she tought her a thing or two it would help her case with Roxanne. Though who was she really kidding? Roxanne trusted Mehen, she wouldn't refuse her, but well, Mehen was feeling a bit greedy. The thought made her give a breathy laugh, to aroused for an actual laugh, but still finding enough joy to make a sound similar to it.
With another lick came another moan, long and deep as the lick itself. The avian squirmed under the liquid touch, one of her feet wrapping around the canine's upper arm. Smaller sounds escaped her beak at the gentle and teasing touch of her short licks. Female peens were not horribly different from male penises, and she made a mental note that the canine really knew how to work it. Mehen's dominate side was on fire, and screaming at her to take advantage of the moment and do whatever she wanted to the poor unsuspecting canine, but she did her best to push it back. Now was the canine's time. She could always wait til later to show what she was all about...
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Post by Kitty on Oct 6, 2008 4:38:30 GMT -5
She continued this for awhile, switching between the to before she stopped and flashed the crow another mischievous grin, not quite sure if she saw it or not ... but it was there. She adjusted her position, laying down on her belly while placing first one long leg over one side, and then the other on the other. She didn't neglect the women completely as she shifted herself, no, even though the tongue wasn't was she used she blew softly on the crow's sensitive little organ, switching from a warm tongue to cool breath over saliva. tail waving the entire time.
She did have a rhyme and reason for the placing of her paws and she fully intended on using her claws on the woman's sides again, and did so. She moved, dragging her claws along her sides and bringing herself back up as much as she could, it was a just a bit difficult with how her limbs were constructed in this form after all. And then, mindful of her fangs, she took the sensitive end of her length into her muzzle and focused on teasing just that portion with the very end of her tongue. |
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Post by FlyingPanther on Oct 6, 2008 5:00:00 GMT -5
Mehen was only able to see a flicker of the smile that the canine flashed at her. Her eyelids were closed so that her eyes were like slits, enjoying so much the feeling of her length being caressed by the canine's tongue that she didn't want to be distracted by any of the other senses. She made small cooing noises in the back of her throat. She let go of the canine's upper arm, allowing for Alona to reposition herself the way she desired. She loved the sensation of her legs being pinned down. She brought her wings up, wrapping them around the canine, her flight feathers playing along the canine's spine.
She moaned as Alona raked her claws against the sides of the bird. It was all to much, the teasing, between the playful breath along her length and the claws at her sides...she just...really wanted to take charge, and it was getting harder and harder to deny herself the ability to do so. "Suits...." she gasped, shuddering as she pushed back the need forcefully, and moaning from the pleasurable pain it gave her. It would have to be indication enough. As the head of her shaft was enveloped her breath became shakey, and she had to force herself not to buck and begin fucking the canine's lovely mouth.
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Post by Kitty on Oct 6, 2008 5:15:45 GMT -5
The touch of feathers against her spine was light, but her fur was already bristled so she could feel it just a bit more and the light touch sent a delightful little shiver down her spine. She enjoyed the feeling of feathers, something she hadn't known before ... but she enjoyed them none he less. She wasn't quite sure what she liked better, feeling them through her bristled coat or beneath the pads of her paws ... or maybe tickling her nose? It was hard to choose ... but in the end it didn't really matter ... did it?
Just the corners of her muzzle twisted upward as she began to work her way down, pressing her tongue against each new part she took into mouth, almost in a 'massaging' manner. She continued all the way down, pausing to give a somewhat sharp exhale of breath through her nose into the feathers near the base, letting them fall back and tickle her nose a bit more, it took quite a bit of self control not to giggle from the tickling caress they gave her when they moved back into place. |
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Post by FlyingPanther on Oct 6, 2008 5:26:15 GMT -5
Mehen shivered in responce to the other female's own involentary movement. The canine was doing all the work, and she knew from the shiver that she was enjoying the sensation of her feathers against her. It made her laugh breathily, and she wiggled her feathers a bit, similarly to fingers so that each of her flight feathers patted the canine gentley as she moved her wings around to have the feathers caress every part of her. It might have been the avian's attempt at tickling.
She tossed her head again as Alona began taking her all in. It wouldn't be horribly hard, as Mehen didn't have an exceptionally long female peen, really just average sized, but still the desire to feel the back of the canine's throat against her tip was increadible. Again she had to remind herself not to buck and choke the poor creature. The message prompted throaty moans, somewhere between a natural crow noise and a needy human moan. The canine's breath against her stomach only made the job harder...but oh how lovely it felt. She bucked slightly once, unable to help herself at the spasm of the canine's throat from attempting not to laugh.
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Post by Kitty on Oct 6, 2008 23:50:21 GMT -5
She wiggled a bit under the touches of the feathers through her coat, trying very, very hard not to laugh but the crow was making that task increasingly more difficult. The feathers weren't quite like fingers, they had to much give to be, but they were close enough and made her make an odd little noise through her nose ... simultaneously making her exhale into the feathers again, this time unintentionally.
Taking her in really wasn't hard, especially not with the nature of a canine muzzle, but it would also deny the avian the sensation she desired as well. Her ears remained forward, making small movements almost constantly as adjusted to hear every note of pleasure from the morganberry. She curled her toes in, pressing them harder against the flesh beneath those vibrant feathers. She had another idea ... one she thought the woman would like. She wrapped her tongue around her, held it in place with her fangs, and brought her head up slowly. The muscles in her front limbs tightened as she used them more, trying to pin the Heart's legs down more forcefully. |
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Post by FlyingPanther on Oct 7, 2008 19:11:37 GMT -5
The caressing slowly turned more intimate, her feathers bending with the conture of the canine's body as she laced it around it's entirety. She didn't have the same kind of feeling that hands had, but as she brushed her feathers along the fur of the canine, she could tell it was wirey in nature. Fur was soemthing that had always been rather interesting to her. Scales, skin, and feathers only had so many styles in which they came in, but hair...hair was something that always seemed to be different with each persona she met. She hadn't come across someone with hair quite like Alona's.
The avian sighed pleasurably as the canine breathed into her feathers again, the heat and caressing around her peen only adding to what she was doing with her tongue. She had to try hard not to buck again, but it was almost unavoidable as her more primal needs began to surface slowly, instinct taking over. The feeling of Alona's claws against her thighs, pressing into her tender flesh was more then the bird could bare, and she had to close her eyes while she held herself back. What the canine did next prompted a very throaty moan. The forcefulness, the tight wetness around her pulsing need, "Yes..." she couldn't help but moan, letting the canine know she was doing wonderfully. A hiss of pleasure escaped her beak.
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Post by Kitty on Oct 7, 2008 19:47:50 GMT -5
The wiry nature of her coat would be sharply contrasted by the smooth, silky texture of her little mane, if the crow wished to muse over that. Well, that and the shorter fur on her paw, ears and face ... but that wasn't quite as big of a difference. But that was nothing she ever really noticed, she got her fur texture from her father ... her mother actually had quite soft and long fur, and a pretty little mane to match as well.
She lifted her head more until she left the crow's length devoid of any touch at all for a moment as she turned her attention elsewhere for a moment. She remembered the enjoyment the morganberry got from the bite before, how would she like one in a more .. .sensitive area? She flicked an ear toward her beak and turned her head to give the heart's inner thigh a bite that mirrored the one to her shoulder as best she could, it was a little harder to grasp after all. |
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Post by FlyingPanther on Oct 7, 2008 21:02:58 GMT -5
Mehen was far to distracted to really be paying close attention to all the nuinances of the canine's fur. At the moment her feathers were mostly carressing her body, they hadn't reached her face or paws just yet. She had noticed the lovely bits of mane the canine had, but at the moment she could only think of her need.
She gasped softly when she could no longer feel the female's touch against her, her eyes opening to look at Alona. Her eyes lit up, like the flames of the sun, with her need. She bucked involentarily. She needed to be caressed again, to feel the warmth around her. She cried out when the canine finally lunged at her thigh, sinking teeth into her, but not quite breaking the skin. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, there was nothing like a little rough sex, and it was almost just as good as the canine's tongue around her length. The tip of her head oozed with precum, and she became aware of how wet and ready she was. She moaned deeply.
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Post by Kitty on Oct 7, 2008 21:56:12 GMT -5
She couldn't help but let her crystalline gaze from traveling back to meet the crow's fiery one whenever she happened to look away. That was just one of the things she got a kick out of and, well ... she couldn't deny the avian the fact that she had lovely, captivating eyes. In fact ... under any other circumstances she'd be more then happy to simply cuddle up to the crow and gaze into them ... preferably with a few drinks as well. not that this wasn't fun or anything, she was just a little bit or a ... well ... girl at heart.
She lifted one of her paws and curled her leg a bit and ran the pad of her paw over every inch of the woman, feeling her with the fur-less skin found there. It wasn't a perfect sense of touch as the skin on the pad was thicker, more durable then the rest .... but it was a touch none the less. The crow had been rather easy to please thus far and she was curious to see what else she liked.
She released her bite and placed her nose against it, trailing it through the feathers between where she'd had her last hold and the avian's most sensitive parts. So far she'd been ignoring the more ... female aspects of the crow's body in favor of the little distraction she'd offered her, but she fully intended to make up for that now. She flicked out her tongue again, this time running it over the heart's sweet spot, dipping in just a bit, before continuing up to end of her length. |
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