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Post by Wildfire on Sept 5, 2009 18:12:03 GMT -5
:.Flame.:
Love is a battlefield~ [/font][/size][/left][/color] The huntress was well aware of the place she was headed, as if all of the hormonal mares and stallions weren't reminder enough. It had been a tad awkward when she passed by a familiar looking face back aways. No she'd never actually seen him before, but it was like looking in a mirror. He too had her facail markings. No doubt his father was Masquerade as well. Figures the bastard had knocked up as many mares as he could to get his bloodlines out there. Her dial shook back and forth, forcing the image of her father from her thoughts. She was here for a purpose. This wasn't her first heat, but this would be her first time. Delicate nares flared, scenting the lands. There was no way one couldn't tell where they were just from the sights and smells lingering here. Indigo orbs searched eagerly, looking for other lone equines like herself. Tassles lifted from their position, waving in the air and exposing the prize beneath. Pillars danced about as she trotted further and further into the heart of allevare. |
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Post by dezperation on Sept 7, 2009 14:19:44 GMT -5
ceteaus
.......... An equine quietly paced through a grassy meadow, radiars pushed foreward, cranium lifted. The brute's bright gaze wandered the horizon, seeking the delicate frame of a fae. His jaws parted slightly, and a deep breath was sucked into his lungs. Ceteaus tasted the air as it passed over his tongue, and was satisfied to find the sweet purfume of the opposite sex. She wasn't far.
The entire halted and turned shoulder to the east, nostrils flaring in hunger for more of the intoxicating scent. His hormones fought against his self control. Ceteaus was pleased to feel his lean bands of muscle ripple and move under his ivory pelt as he paced towards the femme.
His jaws gaped once more, this time a husky whinny flowing from them. |
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 7, 2009 14:38:24 GMT -5
:.Flame.:
Love is a battlefield~ [/font][/size][/left][/color] Auds flickered to the voice behind her, it was deep and definitely coming from a stallion. Skullary followed, turning to identify the voice, but it was not stag she'd seen before. Probably because she'd been confined to the herd lands nearly her entire life. Appendages gracefully wandered towards him, picking up a flowing trot. She stopped merely two feet away, her gaze sweeping his length. He was handsome and well-muscled. Her banner brushed against her hindquarters and she arched her neck, prancing in a tight circle around him. Hello there hunter. Delicate lyri played for him. Could you help me with something? Figure stopped in front of him and her pools locked onto his in question. |
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Post by dezperation on Sept 7, 2009 14:55:54 GMT -5
ceteaus
.......... Ceteaus stood in patient wait for the femme. As she appeared, he bopped his maw to his chest in polite greeting, "Hello indeed, fair beauty." He purred, stepping in front of her to cut her off. He smiled coyly, leaning into her. An soft groan hissed through his clenched teeth. Damn. She's a temptress.
"Anything." He murmured wryly. Caution: Low muse |
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 7, 2009 15:13:48 GMT -5
:.Flame.:
Love is a battlefield~ [/font][/size][/left][/color] Flame lightly side stepped away from his weight, a smirk lingering on her velvets. Her tassles rose once more, laying gingerly across her backside. I'm looking for a stallion who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to go for it. Vocals stated simply, one lid slid closed quickly in a wink. The right half of her kissers pulled up into a grin. She couldn't help but eye his ivory pelt and thick layer of muslce beneath it. Would he be her first? He certainly looked handsome enough to be. |
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Post by dezperation on Sept 7, 2009 15:23:10 GMT -5
ceteaus
......... He liked this fae. She had wit. He slid to her backside, trailing his maw along the length of her spine.
"Well, m'dear," He smirked, "Look no further." His breathing accelerated. His tool slid slickly from it's sheath, and with a fierce desperation he wished to mount her. Smugly, he reminded himself of his manners. He would wait for her approval. |
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Post by dezperation on Sept 7, 2009 15:24:04 GMT -5
*Scratch the word slickly, it dosn't belong
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 7, 2009 15:53:20 GMT -5
:.Flame.:
Love is a battlefield~ [/font][/size][/left][/color] She smiled, glad for his hormones. The muscle thumped louder in her chest, nervous but excited at the same time. Letting her instincts get the better of her, she backed into his chest and let loose a throaty nicker. Pillars spread farther apart, bracing for his weight. She glanced behind noticing his tool unsheathed, dial nodded and she faced front again, pulling her tail to the side. Harks flitted behind her, concentrating on his labored breaths. |
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Post by dezperation on Sept 7, 2009 18:44:48 GMT -5
ceteaus
......... The brute stood, balancng himself atop her. He gripped her delicate bodice, his head snaking towards hers. "For pleasure or purpose, Dear Fae?" Ceteaus murmured, words muffled as he nuzzled the base of her mane suggestively. His tool stroked the entrance of her flower softly. He poked into her folds, brushing pleasure points, teasing her. His groan was lost in a sigh, breath was hot against her neck. |
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 7, 2009 18:58:09 GMT -5
:.Flame.:
Love is a battlefield~ [/font][/size][/left][/color] Flame felt his weight and it was nothing she couldn't handle. His vocals sounded near her auds. Did she care if she had a foal? No, but her main purpose had been for pleasure. Pleasure, but should pleasure turn into a foal I would not be against it. There was actually a good chance of her becoming a mother due to the fact that she was in heat. Her thoughts were cut abruptly short when she felt his tool on her. A shiver ran the length of her spine. A moan burst forth from her slackened kissers when he poked in. He hadn't even done anything yet and she could see why so many mares came here for her reasons. Her heat released on his sword and she tried to make herself relax. Come on stag, give me all you've got. The words came out in a rush, nares flaring from her increasing breaths. |
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Post by dezperation on Sept 7, 2009 19:28:06 GMT -5
ceteaus
......... The stag grunted, pleased with her answer. Air hissed through his teeth as her murmured, "Good, then. Now hush, love, and allow me to remind me why you came here." He smirked, his pink ribbon slithering into her flower. He traveled slowly, rubbing softly and grinding into her. He moaned, going deeper into her. His back arched as he thrust lightly at first, then becomming harder. His testicals rubbed against her folds, and inside his tool pressed her pleasures. He backed out slightly, then eased in, rubbing. He panted, backing out again and thrusting in. He continued this process, unaware of the seeds that lubricated his ribbon. His orbs rolled back into his head as he pulled back then thrusted into her forbidden flower. He quickly replaced the pain with sweet pleasure, moaning. He tightened his grip on her, moving back to her first flower, sliping in and out quickly. Seeds spilled down her folds. |
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 7, 2009 19:41:40 GMT -5
:.Flame.:
Love is a battlefield~ [/font][/size][/left][/color] Flame smirked at his reply, ready for what was going to follow. His tool slid in and at first it was painful, more than anything else. She winced, but felt him loosen her as he moved forward and back, thrusting in harder and deeper. Her bodice moved under his, feeling his testes at her base. Her neck arched with pleasure, a moaning sigh spliting her kissers. All too soon he pulled out, but before she could protest, he drilled in again, though not in the same spot. The pain wasn't as sharp as the first time and it dulled a lot quicker, he had made sure of it. Again he emptied her of him only to poke in again. His liquids poured down her pillars. Her muscles tightened around his tool, asking for more. She took a step back, pressing herself to him, wanting more. Is that all you've got? She breathed heavily, backing up further against him. Her nape curled under, dial stretching down to the ground. Another moan audible. |
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Post by dezperation on Sept 7, 2009 19:59:31 GMT -5
ceteaus
......... The stag chortled a throatly laugh. He pulled back, once more resortling to tracing her entrance. He entered half the length of his ribbon, seeding and pleasuring.
"I am afriad that that is all I have for you, fae." He murmured, trailing out of her. He dismounted with a sigh. |
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 7, 2009 20:10:16 GMT -5
:.Flame.:
Love is a battlefield~ [/font][/size][/left][/color] One last bit of pleasure and then he pulled out, she gave a small gasp. His pressure lifted from her back. That was all he had left for her for now, but soon she would have a whole lot of him growing inside her belly. Barrel compressed in with a sigh. Her pelt was coated in a thin sheen of sweat. She was more tired than she had realized. Her hindquarters were filthy with him. Now she would have to go wash off before she returned to Liberta. Her consciounse seeped back in and she suddenly felt slightly guilty at having let down Lassan and even Polaris, her childhood brother/best friend. She turned around, walking to the stag who had just changed her future. With a smirk her dial bent down, pink ribbon grazing along his pipe. Lifting her skullary back up again, she looked into his orbs. Thank you for your help. Vocals repeated some of her first words to him. A chuckle slipped from her maw and she paused a moment before going to clean herself off. |
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Post by dezperation on Sept 7, 2009 20:21:12 GMT -5
ceteaus
........ The stag blinked fondly at the fae as she softly cleaned him. He stood in patience, allowing his kissers to curl in a faint smile as she thanked him. Though as she turned to leave, his foggy thoughts were cleared.
"Hold on, now." He paced to her side, setting the pace slow as they strolled,
"Do I not get to hear your name?" He chuckled deep in his chest. The mare was good fucking, he would enjoy being able to hold her name for memory's sake. It was courious they had not gone about this buissness before hand, but no trouble. Ceteaus was not bothered. |
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