Don't Hate[Let's Celebrate]

[Itasca[Tazz]]

Tightrope advanced into this hxll. She dreaded being here. Didn't know what to expect in the end. Babies? Never even thought of the fact before. She waited For Quixtant to show. Irritation Flooded her eyes. She should not be so provoked about this. She had an amatory feeling for him already. Maybe it was just her nerves. Not being unable to unwind. She knew from others, that what she would birth would be stressful. She waited. The irritation Left and Now was filled with curiousness.

[.r e e d.]

Long pillars hit the frozen ground, ice shattering under his weight. His nares flared and quivered, as long breaths drew frost. He licked his lips uncounciously, and continued on. Frost formed where he licked, and he didn't flinch. Finally, he was here.

"Hello M'dear TightRope. You sure you want to do this? There's no turning back after it's done.... Just don't get mad at me, for what you have to go through with our offspring, please?" he nuzzled her gently, "And, I'll be sure to please you - Only if you please me..."[/size] he smiled devishly. He stomped his pillars and ran his maw from her kissers, along her neck, her shoulder, her stomach and her rump. He nosed at her tail, shaking it slightly and looking to see of she was accepting him - or rather what he was doing. He turned back to her face, her scent engulfing his, making one big scent of them.(That last line was retarded) He leaned fowrad, and whispered three simple words, "I love you."[/size] and nudged her side. He stood behind her, "Ready, M'love]"[/size] [/color]

[Itasca[Tazz]]

She titled her head to the slightesed degree to watch him. She was still very unsure on herself and this whole baby thing. This was the only someone who she wanted to please. She didn't want to displease him. Mixed emotions flooded her iridescent eyes. She trusted him not to hurt her. His touch was comforting to her. Her pillars shifted to get ready for the weight. She had no clue what to expect. She looked deep into his optics as if to find the answer she wanted. She blew a soft sigh form her kisser. When you are love.

[.r e e d.]

Quixtant nodded, and flailed up, and landed gently on her back. He was now fully usheathed. He poked his tool at her folds, poking the tip in and out, and circling her vulva. He arched his back slightly, an asked softly, "Ready M'love?"[/size] he asked, and continued to tease her, waiting her answer.....[/color]

[Itasca[Tazz]]

Tightrope braced herself as he jumped up. It wasn't so bad. She felt his tool tease her. She wanted to jump into him. It was fun to tease. but to be teased.. Thats a different story. Didn;t mean she didn't enjoy it, because she did. she cocked hre eye backward and grunted. Think you can handle it?

[.r e e d.]

The devil's twisted laugh chilled the bones of other mating pairs. They shot him weird, frightened and pissed-off looks. He just smirked at them. "No no, the question is, Can you handle me?"[/size] he asked coldly as he plunged in. He moved slowly, rocking back and forth into her. [We going graphic? If were not I can delete the graphic crap.] He broke her first barriar on the plunge. He could tell this was her first time, from the tightness. They surely weren't going to be tight after he was done. He let out a soft moan, and asked gently, pausing for a moment, "I'm not hurting you, am I, M'love?"[/size] he asked softly in her ear. He paused, waiting.........[/color]

[Itasca[Tazz]]

Tightrope grunted. This was way more than she expected. She could feel his tool inside of her. It was rubbing back and forth causing her extreme pleasure with little pain. The pleasure was so much more that she expected it to be.
No. She barely grunted. Breathless.

[.r e e d.]

The ebon smiled. He continued to rock back forth, speeding up each time. He moaned and groaned, he stomped his pillar. He searched for her treasure, and broke down many her last barriar. Finally, he found it. He smirked, his tool was aching for release. He pushed on. It was getting tighter, but he could manage. Quixtant came to the wall. He wasn't allowed any further; nore could he go any further. He smirked, and quickly pulled out. His seeds gushed everywhere on her rump, back legs and bannar. He waited a moment, and his tool was ready and reloaded. He plunged back in. He maoned as he arched his back and came in and out very very fast. He found the pleasure spots, and rubbed them about ten times or more and searched on. He went back to the very end, and this time planted his seeds. Seman gushed into her and when he pulled out, it gushed out of her folds and covered the ground. He stuck his tool back in and began again...

[Itasca[Tazz]]

The pain the inflected on her was bearable when the pleasure was added. She knew she would be sore. But at this moment it didn't matter. This was pleasure to last her a lifetime and more of this was to come. She could feel her innocence being taken away as he broke the last barrier. She felt him dismount and whimpered. She half glanced back and then he was on top of her again. Oh the please. He must had to of taken a break. He did this many times. Each time dismounting letting his seman spill all over the place. The precious seeds.. He was letting them fall, but she soon realized he would rejuvenate himself and there was plenty more. She squeezed her fold closer together making them hug his tool tightly. The squeezed tighter and tighter. She Flicked her banner out of the way. She felt a few strands getting in the way. Her optics rolled into teh back of her skull. This was way more than she imagined.

[.r e e d.]

Quixtant moaned loudly as she tighened her walls. "Nice one M'love."[/size] He released again into her. He had a trick, and he knew she would love it also. He removed his tool, covered in crimson and seman, and entered her second hole. It was much tighter, but he pushed on. He began to hump on her again, each time getting further into the forbidden hole. He smirked, and released. Seman came gushing and pouring out all over them. Quickly, he jammed back into her second hole. He rubbed both the pleasure and pain spots about eight or so times. He groaned, and quickened his pace. He broke down many of the barriars her second hole, but came to a tight spot where his mighty pip couldn't go anymore. He withdrew his sword, and bucked into her, sending him and her foward. That did it, it broke the last barriars, but still, he humped into her harder and harder. He released, and it came gushing out again. He was't even tired! He dismounted and ran his ribbon on both holes, cleaning up his filth. He mounted again, but still into her second hole. He humped hard ad fast, knowing she would love it....[/color]

[Itasca[Tazz]]

Tightrope Smirked. Thankssss... Was all she was able to manage before she inserted in her again. It sent chills down her whole spine making her arch. She felt him remove his tool. She took a step back not wanting him to stop. Then she felt him insert his ribbon into her other hole. She jumped forward, quickly backing into him again. For the pleasure was unbelievable. She felt him moving in a rhythmic urge. Each time braking barriers as he went. She arched her nape and her spine along with it. She relaxed her hindquarters letting him insert father and better. She felt him release and sent his seeds all over her hind pillars and banner even onto the ground below. She felt him switch ones again. She grunted as he massaged her inside. She felt him hit a dead end. His next move surprised her. He dismount. She was ready to turn around and plead him for more, but just then, he plunged back into her. This broke that barrier into pieces. the rhythmic beat still there making him go farther and deeper into her. She loved every minute of it. He must of know that by her grunting and breathing. She wasn't tired. Just breathless. She felt him cleaning her up. that wouldn't help much. After all she couldn't go home caked with seamen. Her optics rolled in the back of her head. This was heaven. Haven on Hxll. This was amazing. She flexed her hindquarters letting her fold wrap around his tool trying to squeeze it smaller. The more he move and she swayed, she could fell it getting larger. She smirked at this.

[.r e e d.]

Quixtant continued in the forbid hole, seman running down her legs and his onto the ground. Quickly, he removed his pipe and layed it on her back. It hardened ad grew stiffer by the second. Then he released. It covered ever inch of her body. The white fluid gushed out of the tip, pouring down to the earth. He removed his tool from her back, and stuck the tip into her right hole, and let out a little of his seeds run over her folds. Then, he slammed into her with all his weight. He bent down and began licking all underneath her bannar. Both flowers. And withdrew, and pounded into her second hole with the same force. He humped so hard, it made blood cover his tool. He felt her relax, and felt her contract around his pipe. He groaned, and whispered/moaned, "TightRoooope......."[/size] He stroked her back with his ribbon as he humped into her forbidden flower. He released once more into her second hole and slid off. "Just say, a little break."[/size] he hissed into her aud. He pried open her kissers, and stuck his ribbon in. He worked his way down her throat and sucked in her mouth. He retreated and dangled his pipe in front of her crania...[/color]

[Itasca[Tazz]]

Tightrope felt the seaman starting to cake on her legs. She wondered if he was going to drop another load off. As soon as she thought it, it happened. If was like they were one. This was bye far the most pleasurable thing in the world. She grunted as he removed is tool from her. The seaman was so warm. It felt so right all over her body. His body was what she wanted though all. All over her. He was such a tease. Teasing her an mot letting his seed inside her. She moved forward with great force as she felt him slam into her. Oh, the pleasure. It was amazing. There were very little words that could describe it. She felt rough tongue against her folds. She widened her hind quarters. Her tiara turned toward the her master. Please. Don't stop now She felt crimson drafting from her body and onto his tool. That meant nothing to her. Death by pleasure would not be a bad thing. She heard him groan and moan her name. she giggled in quick rasps of breath. Every time he slammed his body into her, she lost her breath. She saw his tool extended in front of her optics. She playfully nipped at it. She made sure not to hurt him. Then, she slowly licked it. She covered every square inch. Cleaning his tool for perhaps another round.

[.r e e d.]

Quixtant moaned, "Ohhhhhhh... TightRooooooppppe...."[/size] his audits rolled in the back of his crania. He released a small amount into her mouth, and pulled away. He mounted again, and started humping into her right hole. As he humped, he grunted as he pushed past the unbroken walls. His tool came to her treasure, and he released. He had a full load this time, and it filled her bod like an ocean. It clung to her blood, and he removed his sword. With her pregnant, they could do whatever. He re-entered her second hole, with slow rocks. He wanted to tease her now. He pulled out, with just the tip in. He humped her slightly, with just the tip. Her second hole was still pretty tight, so he jammed in. He banged his pipe side to side, loosening up her flower. He began humping again, so fast it made her lurch foward with every hump. The ebony climbed higher, till he was completely submerssed into her forbid hole. He pulled out and lurched foward, arching his back and now pummeling into over dive. With every hump, seed spilled, and he got faster and harder. He moaned loudly and continued ripping......[/color]

[Itasca[Tazz]]

The vixen widened her ebony legs. Letting him have easier access. Her scent still lurched out of her hole. The banging that sent her forward made pain shot through her body. She quivered as it went. But the pleasure assured her she was getting the best. She felt his tool ripping at her making her become more loose. The pleasure, the pain. It was all equal in the long run. She arched her back and widened her lags as far as they would go. She felt Plant his seed in her treasure. Soon it would sprout into something good. But Now, it was pleasure time. She tried backing into him but his force was so much that it temporally paralyzed her. She tightened and relaxed her hing quarter muscles letting the tenseness wrap around his tool. His seed was now frozen on the ground with the rest of the liquid. Except the other liquids weren't as precious and it was snow. She groaned and barely managed to whisper I...... Love... You.. This thrusting sent er must pleasure. How was he so good at this. Well, it didn't matter as long as she got it.