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| Tweet Topic Started: 23 Jan 2012, 01:03 (708 Views) | |
| Horsepoint | 23 Jan 2012, 01:03 Post #1 |
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| ImpulseEC | 24 Jan 2012, 19:45 Post #2 |
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Strange Ponies!
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The sky was clear, and the air was mild, the mid afternoon rush had subsided, and the yard was relatively quiet. Tied to possibly the least rickety fence in the Deceiver facility, Llamrei enjoyed the very slight breeze only in so far as its ability to keep the flies away. She knew that as a horse, and even moreso as a Ritari, she was a remarkably stunning creature, in fact she often pushed this point, but she really hated the flies. Luckily for her she had a bonded partner whom she could communicate this too and who had way too much human money and thus could bathe her in everything and anything to keep the pests at a good 200 ft distance. Today however, she had not been allowed her morning bath, as she had come into season. Ordinarily Llamrei would have kicked, bitten and killed anyone that approached her if they did so without her bathing equipment, but as Tiffany had somewhat explained to her, she had to smell...ugh...'natural' for live coverings so for this brief period she just had to deal with it. She had been thoroughly groomed at least, and took a little solice in the few flies that she sliced in half with her metalllic, precision-instrument of a tail, that had it's upper half tied tightly in a bandage. She had been tied to this fence to await a stallion, her tail tied by some idiot subordinate that was now nursing a broken kneecap, and after a while, left to her own devices. She stood still most of the time, and stomped now and again in frustration. She hated feeling like a common reprodictive factory mare, but at least she had her needs met, and it meant a few months of extreme pampering to ensure the offspring would be strong. Blood-thirsty as she was, Llamrei enjoyed the good life. A squeal emminated from a nearby barn, it was some other sex-mad stallion that had undoubtedly smelt her on the down wind breeze. hearing the squeal her ears pricked and her back legs automatically splayed, her tail lifting high as she presented and splattered some 'seasonal juices' onto the concrete. She was disgusted with herself, but at the same time extremely randy. Unfortunately horse hormones tend to overpower even the most vindictive of animals. She knew of the stallion she was to be covered by today, but she had not spent all that much time with him. He was rather abrupt in manner and very 'eyes on the prize' in her opinion. She normally enjoyed endless jaw-dropped attention and fawning from any of the other stallions she came across, but he had seemed oddly focused. He hadn't particularly been her type anyway, covered in scars, but now that she thought of it, and mind you it could be the estrogen talking, there was an awful lot of power under those blemishes, and he was, like her, the most prized of Ritari when it came to colouring, so surely they would be well suited. Llamrei knickered gently back to the stallion she had heard, if there was one place where her and Tiffany were in sync, it was that they very much enjoyed the suffering of others, especially on an emotional level, and the thought of this other loud-mouth stallion writhing and weaving in his box added to her elevating status of 'hot and bothered'. |
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| Horsepoint | 26 Jan 2012, 03:34 Post #3 |
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Why he'd agreed to this he didn't know. Well, that was a lie. He called it peer pressure of the most heinous kind. The usual once-a-month business he could live with, even if it had given rise to the excruciating epithet "Tarik's time of the month". This was off-timetable, and entirely the result of the rest of Deceiver High Command getting it into their heads that breeding Keid and Llamrei would be worth the risk of lethal white in order to attempt to create some kind of bizarre super-foal. He would have protested more if it hadn't actually had some likelihood of success; and if he hadn't been sharply reminded of the time he and Keid had returned to the Abbey after a mission and passed Llamrei, and Keid had sent him a mental impression that he'd only ever adequately translated as "I'd tap that". Clearly she had been looking particularly lovely in an equine sort of way at the time as well, because Keid having his bloodlust sated for the day was normally only enough to make him greet her slightly less brusquely than usual. And there was no excuse for scheduling the meeting so damn soon before the covering. His and Keid's...predicament had been common knowledge since that other meeting, more than a decade ago. The exact, horrifying details had mostly died with the old high-ranking Deceivers, but there remained enough knowledge of the noise he had made and his red-faced flight from the room that they knew exactly what they were risking with their timing; and Tarik knew he was generally fucking terrifying enough to preclude teasing from all but the other Generals, so it was mostly treated with a sort of amused respect. Still, though it had been a close thing, the meeting was over. He had some time before Keid was actually brought to Llamrei, and though it wasn't enough time to make his usual call to the brothel and have them "deliver", it was more than enough to lock his doors and settle in. He knew precisely what stage they were at in the proceedings, because Keid had held nothing back in broadcasting happily to him exactly how he was getting cleaned; Tarik had spent Tactical's closing comments resisting a brainful of some faceless - Keid didn't exactly care who it was - Deceiver's hand starting to caress his crotch. But it wasn't far until he could relax; he strode through the corridors on a beeline for his office and quarters. ------ Keid knew exactly what was going to happen; besides the fact that he'd done it countless times before, Tarik had specifically told him earlier that he was to cover Llamrei and that they'd put the damned meeting right before the covering, and asked him if he would kindly keep the preparation to himself while Tarik got to somewhere discreet instead of thinking as loudly as possible about horse vaginas. Keid had wondered at Tarik if there was some other sort of vagina that he was meant to be thinking about at him, and Tarik had given up in disgust. Apparently the theory was that he and Llamrei would make a good foal, and Keid could believe it. He'd admired Llamrei's physique before in passing - though Tarik had never appreciated the mental image - and combined with his own clearly excellent genes the product should be pegged for potential Immortalship at birth. It had to be said, however, that he was going to enjoy this with or without the promise of stellar progeny; what with Tarik's insistence on due warning before either of them mated - Keid didn't personally see the problem, but then he also didn't appreciate getting yelled at by his own rider because he'd impregnated a number of serving mares while Tarik was getting it on, so he abided - neither of them got much action, and this would be a welcome change. And so he was quite ready when a small gaggle of Deceivers came to get him; he arched his neck and trotted extravagantly out of the stalls, pulling two of them off their feet as they tried to lead him quietly to the washing area. He stopped there anyway, knowing what was expected, and stood with muscles tense and head elevated, tasting the air for Llamrei's exquisite scent as they began their ministrations. The first splash of cold water got a stamp out of him, but it was as a hand started to feel around and inside his sheath that a distinctly displeased voice in the back of his mind started grumbling an unending stream of "fuckofffuckofffuckofffuckoff...". Hearing another stallion's frenzied call and Llamrei's response irritated him, and he trumpeted a powerful, possessive stallion roar back across the grounds to shut him up; he knew that the other stallion couldn't get out, and so he didn't move from where the hand was becoming ever more thorough, but one did have to keep up the pecking order. |
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| ImpulseEC | 30 Jan 2012, 01:46 Post #4 |
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Llamrei's head swiveled speedily round as the loud possesive roar echoed over the cobbled concrete of the yard, so much so that it made the lead rope connected to the fine silver chain headcollar that snaked around her exquisite head, taught. She felt tingles of sensation throughout her extremities. Yes, he was quite powerful, now that she thought back on it, and his herd ranking was up there with hers, although they didn't get to spend much time together, what with non breeding stallions and mares kept seperated. As she thought about it, this was seeming more and more like it should have happened a long time ago, and she felt a small knot of frustration at the collective human stupidity. Towards all except Tiffany anyway, for had Llamrei expressed prior interest in being mated to Keid, the girl would have done all in her extended power to make it happen. They were used to getting anything they wanted, the pair of them. The bright white mare stamped a hoof in frustration. 'Where is he?!' she thought, they sure were taking their time bringing him along. She lowered her head and let her mind wonder of the great white stallion's sexual prowess... Since he was an older stallion, would he be better? He certainly was one of the larger stallions, but that didn't necessarily reflect in the genital department. She prefered large and rough. Even bloody if that were her luck. A few choice scars on her neck or withers would ensure a lasting memory of the redevoux, and hopefully make it memorable. He ears swiveled still as she thought to herself, awaiting the tell tale 'clip clop' of his approach. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Tiffany felt a little hot. Which was odd, since her office was immaculatley temperature controlled with the most state of the art air conditioner on the market, and she had been sipping on a generously iced rum and coke for the last 45 minutes while going over the mission budgets she had been handed that morning. Something wasn't adding up, and strangely the name Vandegaurde kept cropping up in places it shouldn't. 'Where is he?!' she found herself suddenly thinking with a bite of frustration. 'Wait, where is who?' she said out loud. 'TARIK! of course!' she thought in her head again as she came to the realisation, deeming that her head was obviously working faster than her reasoning and had sought him out as the solution to her problem before she had even begun to seek it. 'He can explain this to me.' she said out loud again, as she stood up and marched out the door of her office, scanning up and down the hallway for any sign of the usually stony-faced, bearded man. He was coming towards her, at a brisk pace. 'Perfect' she thought, and planted herself resolutely in his way, with the only two escape routes being into her office, and back the way that he had come. 'Tarik! Just the man I have been looking for, please would you be so gracious as to offer your advice on a small matter, it won't take a second.' She said in a musical tone, and gestured with a winning smile towards her office. Pre-empting a somewhat disgrustled reaction she tentatively added 'I can offer you a drink?' Edited by ImpulseEC, 30 Jan 2012, 01:52.
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| Horsepoint | 30 Jan 2012, 03:32 Post #5 |
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Tarik was on the home stretch. He had made it out of the hall, between the buildings and inside again, run the gauntlet of the scores of Deceivers going about their business in the barracks, and managed not to embarrass himself while the entire way enduring the feeling of a thoroughly lubed hand sliding around matter-of-factly in his underwear with no reaction but a slight rise in temperature. And so he was a lot less than pleased to suddenly find his way barred by one General Nótt, so very close to his goal. Why she had chosen this moment of all moments in the world to waylay him, he didn't know. He didn't imagine it could be that thoroughly important - for her to be arranging herself in the corridor rather than waving her sword and mounting up - that it couldn't wait until tomorrow, or at the very absolute least that evening. He stopped in his tracks and spread his hands in exasperation. She, and far too many others in the City, knew exactly where he was going. "No, actually I wouldn't," he said irritably. "And no you can't. Keid and Llamrei are about to start the covering; I've got to..." he gestured feebly to his door beyond her. "I've got to go," he finished lamely. He gave her a significant look, hoping that she would just let him past and he could just continue with his plan. ----- Keid snorted impatiently, but he knew to stand. Tarik was still sending that a string of profanity his way as he tried to block out the sensations of Keid getting cleaned, and though it was mostly relegated to background noise, it was a little trying. And the man with the hose clearly couldn't tell his arse from his elbow, or at the very least had no idea how to do the job with which he had been charged, and was currently undoing all of the pleasant sensations caused by the man with the lubricated gloves. It was a far cry from the team that had prepared him last time - though perhaps that was a good thing, considering how much of a mental earful he had subsequently received from Tarik on the subject of letting him get out of his damned clothes first, for fuck's sake. Keid didn't really see that problem. The cleaning business itself only just made enough sense for him to allow it, and that had only been after years of Tarik recoiling from the sight of what he accumulated otherwise, then later explaining about keeping the mare healthy for bearing the foal. Yes, this foal would perhaps be worth enduring this idiot of a hose-man. |
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| ImpulseEC | 30 Jan 2012, 15:09 Post #6 |
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Tiffany placed a hand on her hip and lifted the other to bring her watch into easy view, not moving in the slightest in terms of position or percieved intention from blocking the other General's path. 'Oh yeah, i forgot that was today...' she said flippently as she glanced at her watch. '...but what's that got to do with anything?' She blew off the fact and placed the other hand on her other hip now and looked at him quizically. 'I need a hand, and as the relic, oh pardon me, reigning accounts manager before I came along, it's your responsibility to explain certain things on the books that crop up under your nose that I have to subsequently clean up.' she said rather more persistently as she returned his significant look with offense and defiance. 'And I have things to do, as you do, evidently from your hurry, so I would appreciate your swift and tolerable action on the matter.' She raised a brow and gestured once more to her office. This was the last time she was planning on asking nicely. Well she percieved it as nicely anyway. 'It won't take a minute Tarik, you can go watch your precious steed peirce my delicate Llamrei as soon as it's done, you'll probably be standing around for a while if you go now anyway, she usually puts up a fight.' She waved off his hurry and tired to usher him into the office with an hand to his shoulder, gently trying to pull him toward the door. Somewhere in the back of her mind it registered that he was not heading in the right direction for the yard, but she waved that aside, she didn't know, nor did she want to, about the preparations some creepy old man liked to make before watching two horses get it on. She just wanted him to help her finish her damned paperwork. |
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| Horsepoint | 30 Jan 2012, 15:48 Post #7 |
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Tarik opened his mouth to reply several times in her unconcerned spiel, but was cut off every time - once in the middle of what ended up being a somewhat comical expression of indignation at being called a "relic". Was this actually happening to him? Was it some insane nightmare fuelled by horse-sex, and he was actually asleep safe in his bed? Or was Tiffany actually convinced that he should show her how to do paperwork? That was monumentally absu- His expression changed to one of vague horror as she baldly stated that he was on his way to watch. It was almost funny. He, of all people, wouldn't need to watch even if he'd wanted to. He received the broadcast live in glorious technicolour brain-o-vision. Why on earth would she say that? Had she forgotten? That was surely the only explanation for her frankly bizarre attitude. He stood there for a moment, stunned. As she tried to physically pull him into her office, however, the spell of disbelief was broken, and jerked away from her, shaking her hand off. "For fanden!" he snapped, the sudden return of frustration making him dip briefly into his natural Danish profanity. "No, fuck, what-" He took a steadying breath, hands up in a slightly defensive posture, and started again. "One - to clarify - I am not the fucking accounts manager, and never have been. It's called doing your own damn paperwork, and we all have it. I can't help it if you don't know how." He huffed. "And I am not going to watch, you silly little girl," he spat. "If I ever wanted to watch I would turn around and go back down the stairs away from your meddling, and be well shot of it, but I am not going to watch." His lips were contorted in a snarl, but he deflated slightly as he approached the inevitable excruciating explanation. He really hadn't expected to have to remind anyone. "I'm going to my room," he ground out. "Because, as you should know, Keid and I have too strong a bond for me not to..." he cringed, "...be affected by his feelings. And during a covering, as you can imagine, they're not the sort of feelings I want...projected on me in public." Suddenly he groaned quietly, apropos of nothing; the man with the lubricated gloves had just chosen that moment to work specifically on Keid's length, and the Ritari was...extending, for want of a less distasteful word. He made a valiant effort to push past Tiffany, feeling his own control starting to fray very slightly. "Your mare might be a frigid bitch, but Keid is horny as all fuck, so you'll excuse me while I get forcibly subjected to it in peace." |
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| ImpulseEC | 30 Jan 2012, 19:07 Post #8 |
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Tiffany shouldered him hard as he tried to push past her, intending to knock him back a step or so to face her again 'You were given charge of this particular matter before I arrived General Satevis,' She said his alias with a drawling tone that dripped with contempt, 'and juding by the poor penmanship of your signature on the order I have for credit reciept from the treasury, I assume that the name Vandegaurde means something to you.' She stopped rigid, and after a bewildered and disgusted blink stepped aside as he refered to her precious Llamrei as a 'frigid bitch'. 'You know what, it's actually fine.' He voice had turned sickly sweet and airy. 'I'll just process the order, there's no need for me to get you to look into it, you can always deal with the consequences later once you've dealt with your ineptitude at controling your bond.' She was furious, how dare he speak of Llamrei like that, he claims to have such a 'bond' yet he speaks of an equal's partner in such a manner. She had just as strong a bond with Llamrei as he did with Keid, she experienced the flushes and the inexpicable muscle flexings that came with Llamrei's seasons, but over time you can master those feelings, you would never get anywhere if you didn't. Perhaps the raw animal magnetism of the man and the stallion made it impossible for them to seperate their instincts when it came to sex. Either way, she was all for seeing him end up in front of mal, preferably naked on the rack or somesuch device, the thought of which gave her a bit of a flush for some or other reason, if he was going to behave like a pig. She fixed him with a smile and folded her arms, ready to retreat back to her office. |
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| Horsepoint | 31 Jan 2012, 01:34 Post #9 |
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Keid was getting into this cleaning business. Turned out that the man with the gloves made up for the hose-man's earlier failings, keeping up a steady technique, firm but considerate. He was relaxing his length out into the mild air under the ministrations and the cool flow of water, thinking comfortably of Llamrei awaiting his arrival, when- ----- Tarik flinched, his arousal suddenly coming under serious fire from the sensation of a hard piece of plastic jabbing him squarely in the dick. He wondered briefly, panicked, if Tiffany had taken so much offence to his comment that she'd lynched him with a ruler, but the mental images streaming in from Keid were explaining things. One of the men was on the floor, yelling and scrabbling backwards as best he could with his ankle looking unusable, a hose spraying all over the concrete; the others were restraining the huge white stallion as he plunged in rage towards the genital-jabbing hose-man. Tarik laughed, quite genuinely, despite their shared discomfort. The situation was a farce. He sobered up quickly though, when he found he was still facing Tiffany's twisted expression. He sighed. So she could insult him with impunity, but he dared imply that the sacred Llamrei was anything but glorious and suddenly he deserved the bitch treatment? Last time he looked he'd agreed to breeding Keid with her, so it wasn't like his throwaway comment on her sexual politics was otherwise influencing his opinion of her. He'd half - or most of - a mind to take her up on her offer and continue with his evening in peace. But the namedrop had got his attention. Fucking Vandegarde. He kept cropping up at the most inconvenient moments possible - and he wasn't even here! Sounded like a forged signature this time. He growled under his breath. It wouldn't hurt him to sort this out, but Tiffany was being ridiculous. "Oh, grow up," he snapped, pushing past her again, this time in the direction of her office. "Don't compromise your job in order to snipe at me." If he was quick, he could get in, do the paperwork and get the hell out again before they replaced the hose-man and got on with the covering. "I'll sort Vandegarde for you; Keid's just tried to disembowel someone, so I have a little time. Will you leave me alone then?" |
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| ImpulseEC | 31 Jan 2012, 02:22 Post #10 |
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Llamrei stretched her neck up and down as she waited. She was getting bored and annoyed. There was no one about, and the idiots hadn't even bothered to leave her some haylage or an obsidian chunk to nibble on to ease her listlessness. Suddenly out of nowhere she heard the scream of a human in immense pain, she knew not personally who it was, but the sound made her bristle with enjoyment. That coupled with her hormonal state caused her to swing her head around again towards the noise, pullling the gate that the leadrope was tied too a little harshly, causing a dull clang. Then came the roars and squeals of rage from Keid, and she practically lost control of herself, a leg sliding out to splay and once again presenting, her bound tail held high as the echoing splatter of utereal liquids on already wet concrete echoed through the yard. She permitted herself a high pitched scream of excitement and frustration, before settling again, her head still facing the direction of the noises, hoping for more. _________ Tiffany followed him into the office, 'It's the pile in front of the chair.' she said briskly, happy to have coaxed him in to sort out her problems, but not wanting to say anything else to make him leave unexpectedly before he'd completed the task. As she stepped into the office, the control hinge shut the door, and she felt herself falter back against it, a few choice involuntary muscle flexions sending dense waves of sensation through her body from her pelvis upwards. Her feet felt numb and that uncomfortable head returned from earlier, making her cheeks flush slightly. Her eyes fluttered as she became embarassed for a moment, surely she had just made a mess on the carpet. Oh no...why on earth would she have thought she had done that? She shook it off and turned to watch Tarik rifling through the paperwork she had directed him to as they entered. His brow was distinguished and angular, his hair looked soft, for some reason she wondered what it would be like passing through her immaculately manicured fingers. His chest and shoulders were tight under his uniform, for a man of his...experience, he had taken excellent care of himself. Before she knew it, she had locked the door quietly and disgauarded the key surupticiously behind a Ritari statue made of marble on one of the black wood shelves that lined her office. She made her way over to the large desk, with him on the opposite side, where she usually sat, and her on the side where recruits, or some other unlucky individuals may usually have been. Feeling the flush of warmth she undid and took of her coat, wearing such a thick hooded article of clothing indoors seemed silly anyhow. She placed it over one of the chairs and leant forward over the table, on her elbows, on the pretense of looking at what he was looking at, upsidedown, but in actual fact making sure her second best assets were on full display, were he to look up at all, rising and falling with her breath in her simple black bustier that provided ample 'support', what with its kevlar inner lining. |
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| Horsepoint | 31 Jan 2012, 03:35 Post #11 |
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Keid roared and writhed and stamped, but with the restraining ropes suddenly held by a lot of men, he was unable to eviscerate the idiot hose-man before he was helped away from the area. He might have tried to lunge after him, but for the sudden, extremely welcome scent of Llamrei's considerable arousal, which immediately and completely short-circuited his intentions. His head shot up, and several of the men, accustomed for the moment to dragging backwards, cried out as their arms were wrenched painfully in the vertical. At the sound of her cry to him, he reared up fully on muscular hindquarters, pawing in the air and bellowing his intent across the City. When he landed, he immediately stood square, hindlegs slightly farther apart than usual, already extending again. Nothing was going to get in his way this time. They would find a new, competent hose-man and he would mate with Llamrei. No excuses. He squealed commands at the men standing around him, trying to urge them into action. ----- Tarik strode into the office, crossing to behind the desk and planting his hands decisively either side of the offending papers. It was Vandegarde all right. Sure, it wasn't like he'd signed it with his own name - Tarik would snare him eventually, really he would - but enough of these had passed his desk that he was getting a nose for it. Possibly that was why they'd started coming to Tiffany. "Mmr, yeah, I see it," he muttered to her. "It's these lines here, you won't have seen the sheets I got." He shrugged. So it wasn't too much her fault. At least now he could explain it, finish it and get away again. "There's another few lines in them; they completely refute iiiiiaaaurgh-" His explanation was cut embarrassingly short and turned into a groan by the sudden and heartfelt return of Keid's arousal, and his head dropped helplessly for a moment, eyes closed. He could feel his breathing deepen, damnit, and his cheeks flush slightly. She was waiting, she wanted him so damn much... He snapped his head up. Yep, time to go. Right now. He opened his eyes. Oh dear. His mouth dropped open. He was...face to face with Tiffany's breasts, to put it bluntly. And they were pale and full and soft-looking, and very much on display, set off by the framing of the black bustier. Unconsciously he ran his tongue along his lower lip, completely at a loss for words. For the first time that afternoon, even after his flight from the meeting, his uniform trousers were feeling a little more restrictive than usual. She was so close, and surely she couldn't be posing like that without intention. But really he couldn't. She'd wanted him in here for paperwork, not to be ravished against a wall or a desk or a bed or whatever. With a valiant mental wrench, he managed to mush some syllables together and sent them to his mouth, pulling back from the desk and making to step around it. "I'm...going," he blurted out. "Keid's going to go for it in a minute and I...I can't be here. I can't..." He scrubbed at his face with one hand, and made a beeline for the door, averting his eyes from her as he passed. "Fuck. Can't you...put them away or something, god. You aren't helping." He nearly had it together, had nearly escaped to relative normality, when he gripped the door handle and it only turned partway. It was locked. He felt panic settle over his shoulders like the world's most uncomfortable shawl. "What," he choked out, suddenly completely on the back foot. He was not used to being there. She'd...locked him in? |
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| ImpulseEC | 1 Feb 2012, 01:52 Post #12 |
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Tiffany had turned around and leant back against the table, pressing her chin to her chest and raising her eyes to follow him, waiting for him to realise that the door was locked. She smirked as he experienced his moment of bewilderment, and picked up the scotch decanter on her desk, begining to fill two glasses and place a single ice cube in each. Her voice was breathy and her eyes half lidded as she swilled one of the glasses in the air. 'You look like you could use that drink, General.' She smiled invitingly as she leant back against the desk again, her unoccupied palm grasping the edge. He was looking more desirable with every passing second, and she could not shake the unmistakable feeling that she had been waiting for him, forced to be trapped in her office with the infernal paperwork while he was supposed to be coming to her, and now he was finally here. There was no way he was leaving. She downed her scotch in one and placed the glass on the desk beside her, fingering the ice cube from it and licking it once, sucking the moisture from it and placing it back in the glass. She held out the other glass toward Tarik, one eyebrow raised coupled with a dangerous smile, daring him in a way, to try and insist on leaving. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Llamrei reared up at the sound of the stallion, this was maddening! Her vaginal lips pursed and released several times in an attempt to expel more liquids and prompt another tantalising outburst from the stallion, but she needed some time to produce more. She paced side to side as far as the rope would allow and chopped angrily at the gate, eventually letting out a long drawn out squeal of frustration. |
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| Horsepoint | 1 Feb 2012, 17:51 Post #13 |
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Keid stood stock still, neck arched. It had taken a few moments to get his desires across using his equine larynx - he wasn't used to not having Tarik there to translate, and frankly it had taken an appalling length of time for them to get going - but there was now a man who knew that the hose was not intended to be a pikestaff, and he was finally getting cleaned properly. He was now fully erect, the lubricated hands sliding firmly over his huge length as he held it as still as he could - which was not terribly still but frankly a herculean attempt given the circumstances - under a cool flow of water. Tarik's voice in the back of his head had redoubled in volume, laced with a distinct note of panic now, but Keid blocked him out and turned his mind back to the mare he knew awaited him. Her clear desperation for his services pleased him, and he squealed back. Surely this fiasco would soon be over, and he could do the job he'd come here to do. ----- Tarik floundered mentally for far longer than was fitting for a man of his age and rank. He'd turned around, back pressed against the door, and cast around for where on earth she might have hidden the godforsaken key, but reasoning wasn't exactly his strong suit at the moment, and to be quite honest he had no idea. He risked a glance at Tiffany herself, wondering slightly hysterically if she'd hidden it in her bosom. This wasn't fair. He'd solved her paperwork problem, and now she...what? Wanted to watch him squirm? He supposed he should be impressed with her capacity for the infliction of pain, because he was not enjoying this. With that thought, he rallied, indignant fury restoring a little coherence. "What the fuck do you think you're playing at, you stupid bitch?" he managed. The profanity gave him a bit more of a solid footing, but his back was still firmly pressed against the door. "Have you actually not been listening?" He flicked his eyes over her face, meeting her dare with somewhat frayed resolve. "I," he said, slowly and clearly, "am going to fuck you, if you don't let me out of this room, for helvede!" He spread his hands angrily. "I don't care if you consider my bond management 'ineptitude'. It is going to happen, unless you stop this idiocy!" He was angry at a lot of things, and that was making it a little easier to hold out. Angry at her, for keeping him here and toying with him; angry at Llamrei, for egging Keid on; angry at Keid, certainly, for flooding his brain with his stupid equine arousal; and angry at himself, for responding to it. He knew she'd be able to tell. His trousers were distinctly confining now, his eyes darker and his skin warm; but he couldn't do it with her this infernally oblivious. If this was just some stupid stunt for her, to lock him in and watch him make a fool of himself while she made doe eyes from the desk, she was going to get a horrible shock when he turned out to be serious. |
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| ImpulseEC | 1 Feb 2012, 19:35 Post #14 |
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'I'm glad we're finally on the same page then.' Tiffany said somewhat coldly as she put down the glass she had offered him. No matter her very distinctive attraction to him at this point in time, she did not take kindly to the profanity and insults. 'But the flattery isn't going to get you any special requests.' She lifted her hands with precision and took the out the pins that were holding her long auburn hair pinned up and back and let it fall down onto her shoulders and down her back, she wanted her hair available should he want to use it later, for leverage or whatnot. She stood on the heel of her left boot with her right toe and stepped out of it with ease, doing the same for the other and placing the boots to the side of the desk altogether, with her black ankle socks stuffed in the tops. She lifted herself onto the table and sat, grasping the edges of the desk either side of her and crossing her right knee over, somewhat waiting for him to get over himself as he fumbled and fumed at the door to her office. She wasn't about to go to him. She liked her prey to come to her. She watched his facial expressions with interest, all her senses were heightened and her breathing was becomming more shallow. Somewhere at the back of her mind a small voice was screaming with indignation and rage; 'What are you doing? He's not your type! He's a General too! You know this will make things awkward at work!' but this particular voice had been shouting for so long over the course of Tiffany's life so far, she had learned to tune it out almost completely. The other voice that had taken it's place since she was a very young girl, was that of Llamrei, and right now it was screaming something very different, which was along the lines of 'Why the fuck isn't he over here yet?', which was something she could definitely sympathize with at this particular moment in time. __________________________________________________ Llamrei had started to get angry. Her frustrations and hormones were taking over her body and anything other than her right mind dictating her movements and feelings was completely unwelcome. Her back legs trembled, and once again splayed as she started to toss her head back attempting to free herself from the wreched gate. The wood started to splinter as she tugged adamantly, and a deceiver yard hand ran to restrain her with difficulty, offering a cool soaked sponge to her chest to calm her. The effect was quite pleasant on her hot skin and hair, but she couldnt resist picking him up by the shoulder and tossing him aside once he had removed it. Intent on stressing her dislike at being kept waiting. She felt somewhere at the back of her mind, the bond between herself and Tiffany relax, which was odd the human girl was normally able to deal with their shared emotions and experience by simply ignoring them, she seemed however, to be embracing them, and adding to Llamrei's arousal. Edited by ImpulseEC, 1 Feb 2012, 19:49.
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| Horsepoint | 1 Feb 2012, 21:24 Post #15 |
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Tarik stared at her, completely confused and utterly deflated of the righteous anger that had been holding him steady. That wasn't the answer of someone playing about who'd just been found out, nor was it that same person trying to keep up the pretence, because it hadn't exactly been an enticing sentence. He watched wordlessly as she let her hair fall; it was beautiful, in a fatal sort of way, and a very detached part of his mind was busy appreciating the silky fall of it when she began to disrobe. He slumped slightly against the door, breathing deepening and heart thudding far too loudly. The room for doubt was disappearing with her clothes, and it was almost...disconcerting. Prostitutes yes, those he was used to. He paid, they did their job. Whether or not they "wanted it" was entirely irrelevant. He was also used to introducing this in relationships. Sure, the explanation was always an entirely unenjoyable mix of half-truths, embarrassing revelations and utter lies, but in the end the connection was already there. This, however, was different. To have this woman, with whom he'd never had any particular connection other than professional annoyance, sitting on a desk in front of him inviting him so brazenly despite knowing the bizarre nature of what would follow, was not the norm. While he thought about it, his concentration on keeping up the string of profanity separating Keid's lust-addled urges from his own relaxed a little, and a huge dose of smugness suddenly dropped on him. Llamrei was practically gagging for it, he gathered from the stallion, squealing and pulling and presenting, and generally insisting that she be served yesterday. He almost laughed, even as a hot rush flooded southwards, courtesy of Keid. Tiffany was getting a bit of Llamrei's influence, and just wasn't saying anything. That made a lot more sense. He pushed himself off the door, and began to stride over. She probably wouldn't admit to it, but catching her out would make a welcome change this afternoon. ----- The endless cleaning was finally over. As soon as the hose-man retreated, Keid surged forwards with a squeal. The men only just held on, dragging at his head as he clattered over the concrete towards where he knew the mares always were. He rounded the corner, high-stepping and neck arched, and finally beheld his prize; the beautiful, shining white Llamrei, splayed and presenting as she waited for him, the evidence of her desire smelling exquisite on the concrete behind her. The time for waiting was past. He rushed up to her and rose, aim perfect as the thrust forward with all his considerable weight, his teeth finding her wither and latching on sharply. ----- About halfway to the desk, something short-circuited in Tarik's head. He unbuckled his sword belt and tossed it aside with a clang. No need for that. In one smooth motion as he reached Tiffany, he uncrossed her right leg and crashed up against her, one hand down for balance on the desk and the other threading into her hair as he leaned down to forcefully claim her mouth with an audible groan. |
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| ImpulseEC | 1 Feb 2012, 23:17 Post #16 |
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Llamrei heard the tell tale hoof falls echoing across the hard cobbled ground as Keid approached, her ears pricked and neck rounded,as she stamped one hoof with excitement and anticipation.She whipped her leg up and lurched the poor man who had come to hold her head collar for the proceedings almost over the fence. There was no need to keep her straight or tell her to calm, she knew how to behave for this. She looked behind her as the considerably large and muscled stallion approached and then squealed loudly, pinning her ears back and sliding one back even hoof further apart from the other, there was no way the inept individuals that handled them would stop Keid, and she could feel the energy radiating from him, he was going to mount. She placed her forelegs shoulder width apart and lowered her neck to brace for the impact, and as she felt his hot breath come up over her hind quarters and back her vulva pulsed with an involuntary muscular contraction. His aim was perfect as he mounted and penetrated her, the ample lubrication present on both areas enabling a seamless and swift insertion. He was incredibly large, and filled her to her entirety, causing her to squeal out in shock and enjoyment. She lifted her neck and braced her shoulders back against him, giving him support, but flinched and tossed her head in ecstasy as he tore into the skin over her withers with his teeth, all the muscles through her back and hindquarters tensing under his considerable bulk so as he could feel the stiff powerful surfaces against his belly. She leaned into him as he gathered himself to pull back, ready to lean away and help with the momentum. Her breath was short and came in high pitched nickers, her chest rising and falling with the exhilaration of the act and the strain of supporting his weight. ___________________________________________________________________ Tiffany had a satisfied smile across her lips as General Satevis strode towards her, his expression was smug, and this amused her, silly man, thinking it was he that was getting what he wanted. Halfway down his path however, his step seemed to falter, his chin dropped and there was a glint in his eye that she was sure wasn't altogether his own. As he threw his sword and belt to the ground she bit onto her bottom lip seductively, relaxing her knees for the inevitable parting that was to come. She leaned back somewhat, pushing her breasts forward, they heaved longingly under the influence of her heavy breaths, gently framed by her long red hair that settled down over her shoulders and fell weighted over her back. He rushed at her with a palpable force that made her brace slightly as he ripped her knees apart and pressed his pelvis to hers. There was sudden heat between them, Tiffany had not realised just how aroused she was until she felt the wrapped mass concealed beneath his clothes pressing up against her. She let one hand leave the table and wrap around his neck pulling him closer, wholeheartedly accepting his claim to her lips as a rush of ecstasy washed over her like a particularly ferocious wave causing several involuntary muscle spasms and her to become a little light-headed. Her back arched instinctively away from the desk and up towards him, as if from a pain reaction, but quite conveniently pressing her chest to his, practically feeling his heart beating against her, she wouldn't have been surprised if her could feel hers. Her other hand reached instinctively into his coat and towards the hidden buttons, where practised fingers undid each of them with speed while she snaked her tongue over his bottom lip and attempted to coax his forward for her to suck on. She was struggling to keep her thighs from gripping him, she wanted him so much. These godforsaken clothes were a burden and a barrier, and needed getting rid of. As she finished with the buttons she slid a hand up under his shirt and raked his chest with her sharp manicured nails, feeling the extent of his chest hair and the warmth of his rapidly rising and falling flesh, bristling with desire. She broke from the contact of their lips as her eyes closed and rolled back, letting out ah exhilarated moan,trembling with a flood of sensation that was not entirely her own. |
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| Horsepoint | 2 Feb 2012, 01:49 Post #17 |
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Keid's roar of triumph and ecstasy was muffled slightly by his grip on Llamrei's withers; he gripped all the harder as he wrenched himself to the deepest penetration possible and felt the firm, muscular lines of her body under his. He grunted as she tensed around his length, already a tight fit, and his forelegs flexed for purchase around her lithe body as he reached the limit. Somewhere swimming in the very back of his mind was the knowledge that the irritated Danish profanity had utterly ceased and been replaced with rather warmer thoughts. This really didn't concern him at all, however. He bunched the muscles in his broad, pale hindquarters, nickering at the wonderful friction that accompanied the long slide out of her, then changed his grip on her withers slightly and gave an almighty grunt as he slammed back in. ----- Tarik couldn't help his hips stuttering forwards as Tiffany threw herself into the kiss, her chest meeting his with their hearts thudding together as if in confirmation of their desire, and the heat radiating from between her legs only fuelled him further. His tongue met hers with the same force that had brought him against her and he kissed her passionately, breathlessly, while she divested him of his coat. At the same time, he wasted not a moment in finding the zip on her bustier and drawing it down eagerly. It fell easily away, the black silken surface parting to reveal pale, smooth breasts, heavy and heaving with arousal, and he brought a hand to one to find them just as perfectly soft as he'd thought. His own skin, to which his hands were not an exception, was harder, more weathered with the years and calloused in places, but not rough. He thumbed over a velvety nipple, groaning into Tiffany's mouth at the feel of it. The sensation of her nails on his chest brought a pleased hiss from him and he shivered slightly, his cock jerking under the layers of fabric separating it from the heat of her arousal. It wasn't enough. He let his coat fall to the floor as she broke the lip contact, and returned to the same closeness as before with a rush as she moaned, the sound going straight to his groin. He dipped his head to kiss down her exposed neck before biting down a little at the elegant junction of neck and shoulder as Keid's lust washed over him and mingled with his own, bringing a helpless shudder from his broad shoulders. He turned next to her belt, making short work of the simple buckle before unclasping her jodhpurs with a deft twist of his fingers and tugging at the waistband. Naturally her position seated on the desk was not conducive to getting any further, and he let out a low growl of frustration and pushed his hips forward a little, dropping his hand to run a thumb firmly over the hot fabric between her thighs, his mouth seeking hers again. |
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| ImpulseEC | 2 Feb 2012, 03:53 Post #18 |
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Llamrei bellowed with exhilaration as the stallion penetrated her again, she could feel every muscle tensing and pushing against her on the large body above her. She leant back into the pressure, his enormous dick filling her again to the breaking point, but she forced herself back into the pain, it was amazing, and his biting and screaming sent her sensation sky-rocketing. The strange but welcome added arousal of her partner bleeding in to her own feelings of lust through the veil of their bond, fuelling the mare's craving for satisfaction. She turned her head slightly to see the eye of the stallion upon her, breathing hard and fast still in high pitched but soft nickers, her ears pinned back and her teeth bared from the excessive stimulation. ______________________________________________________________________________________________ As the bustier that had all day tightly hugged her body with no hint of release fell back onto the smooth surface of the desk, the cold air rushed over Tiffany's skin and further hardened her nipples that had already been struggling against their silk and lace bonds a moment before. As Tarik's strong and textured hand ran up her side to cup and caress her supple breasts, it left a trail of fire in the form of what could be described as of pins and needles along her skin that made her abdomen muscles shiver with sensation. As he groaned and she felt the vibrations of his larynx against her skin she pushed her chest onto his hand, viciously, implying that he could be more forceful if he so desired, as she did. As her nails dug in and the hiss of pleasure escaped his lips she experienced a sharp intake of breath brought on by the insistent muscular flexing pressing against the hot fabric of her jodhpurs. As he lowered his head and bit down on the delicate and sensitive skin near her collarbone she jerked a hand up to the back of his head, holding it toward her, indicating her pleasure at the action and letting out two short gasps of pleasured moaning escape next to his ear as he dug his incisors into her flesh gently. Tiffany's thighs shuddered at the pressure of his thumb, and she greedily brought his quest for her lips to an end, wrapping her lips around his tongue and tugging on it gently, taking it as deeply into her throat as it's length would allow, then releasing tension and sensually drawing it along hers, in and out, in a rhythmic repetitive motion that mirrored the flexing of her hips toward his. Llamrei's satisfaction permeated her mind, so palpable and solid, and as a consequence Tiffany found herself incredibly jealous, and filled with lust. She shoved Tarik up and back a step as she slid to the edge of the desk once again, as his wonderfully vicious ministrations had pushed her backwards slightly. She slid off of the desk to stand against him, took her hands from around him and tugging down at her jodhpurs, following them down, and stepping out of them, making sure her black lace underwear was relinquished alongside them, taking special care to brush her cheek against the obvious bulge in his trousers, making sure the pressure of her flesh ran along, from was she could see through the fabric, the tip. As she rushed to reach her full height again, completely bare now, she forcefully grasped his belt and pulled him towards her, unbuckling it, the longing in her making her hands prone to shaking and to fumble, but her determination to rid him of his clothes overcoming. She unclipped and unzipped his fly, letting the trousers fall to his ankles, trapped in their fall by his heavy duty boots. She pulled at the elastic holding his plain black boxer briefs at their station, and carefully extracted his warm, hard dick from their cotton safety, wrapping a soft but firm hand around the shaft, her mouth falling open and a long breath of anticipation escaping it as she stood looking up at him. After a very brief pull down on the soft movable skin that she had taken a hold of, she relinquished his member and stepped backwards toward the desk again, lifting herself onto it once more, situating herself at the edge and gently lowering herself back onto her elbows one at a time, her curly auburn hair falling over her face as her chin dipped to her chest, never once taking her eyes off him, a soft mischievous smile playing on her lips. Placing herself on display on the table before him, smooth toned abdomen skin and defined pelvic ridges revealing soft alluring lips gently shining with her desire for him. She tossed the offending hair that eclipsed her left eye back with a swift movement and lifted her legs invitingly, longing for the opportunity to wrap them around his waist, once he had divulged himself of his boots and the surrounding clothing she had meddled with. |
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| Horsepoint | 2 Feb 2012, 05:32 Post #19 |
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Tarik reciprocated the kiss hungrily as she met him, his tongue joining hers in a frankly obscene dance swirling back and forth, in and out, slick and hot. He was pressing forwards insistently with both body and hand, when she suddenly pushed him away. The loss of heat and body contact was startling, and he had formed the outline of a displeased growl in the back of his throat when she sank down abruptly, both her jodhpurs and a distinctly lacy pair of black knickers being lost to the motion. The sight of her completely uncovered body, lithe and smooth in the soft light, was stunning; he took a moment, breath still recovering from the force of their kiss, to appreciate it as she gracefully uncurled: the line of her back, the curves of her hips and thighs, the weight of her breasts in the open air. His fingers wandered to the buttons of his shirt and managed to fumble them open without the need for visual reference as he watched, and so he found himself thoroughly distracted on all fronts when, as she rose, she leant forwards to nuzzle against his erection. He gasped openly, mouth forming a soundless curse in Danish, and his cock jumped again, aching for the stimulation that he knew Keid was getting. He was pulled forward, entirely unresisting, and hastily divested of his trousers; her urgency was arousing in itself, and he was quick to release the heavy garments from the boots stopping them, toeing them off and kicking them aside without ceremony. He was in the middle of shedding his shirt when she took hold of his erection for the first time and he faltered, failing to stifle a moan as the direct skin-to-skin contact sent a wave of fire coursing through him like a burning tsunami. His breathing stuttered in time with her stroke, eyes fluttering closed and then opening, impossibly dark with lust, to meet hers. His shirt, forgotten, slid to the floor. Just as he reached for her, she stepped back again; he took an abortive half-step after her, then stopped and watched as she sat on the top of the desk and then lay back, long smooth legs gracefully raised and spread, perfectly on display in every way for visual consumption. Every curve of her body was ready and waiting, yet smooth and inviting: her breasts were firm and rounded despite the angle, and yet deliciously natural in the way they fell; her auburn hair set off the colour of her skin and curled mischievously around her face as if beckoning. Her thighs were curved, a woman's, but parted enough for him to be able to see her sex easily; the lips, soft and pink, harboured a glimmer of reflected lamplight that easily told him of her arousal. With that knowledge his breath caught again and he quickly slipped out of his underwear to step forwards between her legs, echoing her smile with a hint of a smirk around the edges. He leaned over her with one arm supporting him on the desk, the muscles in the broad golden curve of his back catching the light softly, and ran a teasing finger just briefly along where her lips met; it sank easily into the copious hot wetness already there, then trailed up towards her clitoris with a brief press. But drawing things out would have to wait for a very, very different day. He spread her lips and pushed inside her with a long, smooth thrust, leaning further over to reclaim that talented mouth. |
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| ImpulseEC | 2 Feb 2012, 22:58 Post #20 |
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She held her legs aloft with graceful ease as he stepped toward her, a feat that became all the more difficult as he traced a finger to her vaginal lips, the stimulation causing her to lean into him with her abdomen, and her head to loll back, open mouthed as she gave a long and audible expulsion of a breath, which turned into a moan that sounded out to the ceiling in earnest as his finger delved between her folds and into the moist and warm within. She could feel everything there. His hands and fingers were large and precise, the somewhat rough texture of them making every instant of the touch more pleasurable for her as he moved his finger upwards to press against her clitoris, making her inhale sharply and causing her head to jerk up with shock and stimulation, her bottom lip held down tightly by her teeth. She wore a look of pained longing and lust as he drew his hand away, but her expression soon changed as she felt the firm, smooth tip of his dick slide between her lips and push in, filling the tight cavity with a little difficulty in one swift and sliding motion. At the touch of his tip to her extremities her legs had snaked around him and come to rest against his hips instinctively, pulling him closer, wanting him deeper and keeping him inside her. She lay back on the table now, her back arching as she hit the incredibly cold surface, the sudden temperature adjustment causing a cascade of muscle tension through her body that eventually focused on gently squeezing him as he pushed into her. Her hair lay billowed around her face, framing her in deep red curls as it lay flat upon the table surface. She placed both arms at rest either side of her head, and as he filled her, her hands balled into fists, and she writhed beneath him, her neck and head tossing with pleasure as she groaned out. Her arms shook as she She wrapped them around his neck as he bent down to resume their kissing, the act of bending over her and curling his back forcing his dick as far into her as her slight frame would allow. She groaned and her chest heaved at the insistent press, causing her head to whip right and left with ecstasy, and her nails to rake down hard, over the smooth skin that was found across his defined shoulder blades. Her breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling so substantially it caused a slight ripple of her breasts, making them bounce very lightly with each exaggerated intake. She caught his eye before they kissed again, at this, the height of intimacy, with him as close and as far inside her as he could be, and she smirked seductively, trying to communicate her pleasure at his penetration of her. She didn't hold his gaze for long, but went after his tongue again, greedily and sensually wrapping it with hers and running it gently across his soft bottom lip, teasing him with small, sensual darting movements. She slightly recoiled her pelvis in an attempt to initiate another powerful thrust from his warm hips, pressed tightly against her inner thighs now, making her legs tremble and hold onto him with surprising strength, her right knee caressing his thigh up and down in long soft strokes. Edited by ImpulseEC, 3 Feb 2012, 11:32.
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| Horsepoint | 3 Feb 2012, 02:55 Post #21 |
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Tarik groaned like a wounded bull as she closed around his entire length, the tight, wet heat pressing on his cock from all sides as he slowly filled her. The feel of her legs clasping around him was intoxicating as she drew him in, the wantonness of it drawing a surge of pleasure through him; his cock pulsed within her and his hips jerked forwards, the dark curls between his legs meeting her soft, bare lips. He slid a hand up her beautifully arched body as one gripped her hip, wanting to touch, feel every inch of her exquisite skin all at once, and gasped as she tensed around him, writhing and moaning with abandon. His thumb once again found her nipple, his touch rougher and firmer this time, the motion a little shakier as he spread his fingers around the soft flesh that rose lustily beneath him. He growled ferally as she raked her nails over the planes of his back, the muscles flexing under the white-hot lines created and resulting in a rolling motion that ground his pelvic bone against her clitoris; he could feel their almost impossible closeness smear her arousal to lubricate her lips. When she caught his eye, he returned her smirk with a distinctly wolfish grin. That she was enjoying this already was plain to see, and he frankly didn't currently care how much of it was Llamrei's influence; he certainly was rock hard, and Keid was far from the only reason. But they were definitely an influence, and though twining his tongue with hers and sliding it over her flushed, full lips was making his breath come faster and the heat rise in his body, it was limiting his movement, and it was far from enough. He nipped possessively at her bottom lip once before drawing back to a more upright posture, running his hands firmly down her body as he went. Feeling her pelvis arch against him he withdrew against the pressure of her thighs, then thrust sharply back in. The copious lubrication between them was slick, her vagina tight and hot, and as Keid's raw, animal lust washed over him something connected and he fell into a merciless rhythm, thrusting hard and deep again and again. His breath panted into the air in time with his hips, his eyes dark with lust and his grip on her tight enough to bruise a little. |
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| ImpulseEC | 3 Feb 2012, 19:34 Post #22 |
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Tiffany's back arched up toward him again, as the fingers traced their fire laced paths up her body once more. Her nipple ached as he ran his course fingers over the soft flesh, and her heartbeat significantly sped up as his fingers spread to cup her breast. As her fingers attempted to pierce the flesh of his back, his subsequent grinding reaction caused her to cry out, her eyes closing and her head arching back, chest heaving with two long shattered breaths against him before she settled down again. The animal that grinned down at her caused an outbreak of sensation over her body, he was so feral in his actions and they way he took her, she felt her feelings of awe and lust mixing well with Llamrei's feelings over the large aggressive stallion that was everything but attacking her simultaneously across the property. She flitted her tongue over his lips as they kissed and twirled it around his as he pressed down to her. As he withdrew, she grasped at the table finding nothing to take hold of to but the dark smooth polished wood, writhing uncontrollably again, mouth open and gasping, as she felt every inch of him pull back against her inner walls, causing them to flex hungrily for his return. His sudden and ferocious development of speed and rhythm surprised her and she pressed her fingers to the smooth surface of the table, her right hand grasping the edge for purchase as his vicious thrusting threatened to push her back. This steadying of her shoulder caused her breasts to bounce exaggeratedly with the thrusting movements, the cold air over her nipples as they moved through the air adding to the stimulation. She closed her eyes, her jaw clenching as the pressure mounted against her, her teeth bared and short breaths drawing hurriedly through them as she turned her head. As his grip pressed into her soft flesh she moaned, each little outcry in time with his thrusting, each breath syncing with his withdrawals. She tensed her cervical muscles each time he filled her, pulsing around him, the slick wet sounding gently over both of their ragged breathing in the empty office. Her eyes fluttered as her head slid back and forward against the smooth desk, and she caught for a fleeting moment, the dark and intense gaze, returning it with a fleeting look of lidded ecstasy before closing them again. |
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| Horsepoint | 4 Feb 2012, 02:30 Post #23 |
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Keid's thrusts were deep and forceful up until the very end, his teeth clamping down on Llamrei's withers as all of his muscles bunched with the release. He groaned deeply, hindquarters twitching slightly as he flooded into her waiting flesh. When he was spent, he released her brusquely and backed off, his huge length sliding out of her and trailing a viscous string of his seed down her and onto the concrete. He landing heavily to one side and snorted a little as his breath recovered, shaking his arched neck. Just give him a little time and it would be round two; he would make sure that he and Llamrei made the best possible foal, an obsidian star for the City of the Lost. But for now he would simply admire the view as he was led away a bit by the men. ----- Tarik thrust into Tiffany again and again, the slap of flesh on flesh rhythmic with her cries, his breaths and the sound of the wetness of their arousal. It was perfect for now, and he pulled her hips towards him with each drive forwards. Each noise she made fuelled him, any outcry giving rise to a harder stroke. The pleasure washed through him over and over again as she tensed around him, strong muscles squeezing along his cock with every slide and drag. He watched, eyes half-lidded, as her breasts rippled in time to their movements; a glance up brought his eyes to hers again and he held her gaze with just as much intensity, his head dropping a little as the muscles of his back flexed with each ram of his hips. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip again, brows drawing together a little with effort, then suddenly gasped, throwing his head back as he felt Keid's orgasm spurt into Llamrei. Every nerve was on fire, every touch on his skin amplified; his cock jerked hard, precome adding to the slickness between them. Tarik himself however, was very practised in not actually following his Ritari over the edge. He slowed, breathing hard, and blinked a little awareness back into his head. Keid's emotions had reduced to a warm, extremely smug fog in the back of his mind, accompanied by an obscenely detailed image of the equine seed dripping out of Llamrei. He banished the unwelcome thought with a shake of his head and turned back to Tiffany, swallowing hard. He was still very much achingly hard, and had done this enough times to know what was coming next in a few moments when Keid recovered; looking down at Tiffany's stunning and extremely willing form, however, he figured this was going to be one of those times when he didn't bother to wait for the Ritari to catch up. He pulled out of her tight cavity, breath hitching a little at the sensation, and stepped back slightly, watching her with dark eyes. Taking a rough hold of her hips again, he tugged insistently towards him and off the edge of the desk; more pressure from one hand and a jerk of the head he intended as an instruction to turn over and bend over the shiny dark wood, because he wasn't quite sure he trusted himself to be able to form actual words into actual sentences right now. |
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| ImpulseEC | 5 Feb 2012, 01:09 Post #24 |
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Llamrei braced back against the manically thrusting stallion with all the strength she could muster, the force of his massive dick pounding into her causing her hooves to slide forward on the concrete with every mountainous push. Her teeth were clenched tightly shut and her ears pinned back against her head, through the pain and the pleasure she could feel the slightly more gentle lust of her partner being tended to, but all was eclipsed as the giant white stallion shuddered once and with a mighty tensing of his form, finally erupted within her. The warm feeling spread from her hind quarters to nearer her belly, her eyes closed to feel the full extent of the sensation, and as he pulled back and out, her vulva pursed and released repeatedly, involuntarily spilling the excess viscous white liquids of his loins all over the damp and stark concrete. She stood, eyes closed, panting rapidly, the continuous muscle flexion causing repeated splattering onto the gravel until there was nothing but a trickle. She nickered hoarsely, opening her eyes and watching Keid as he stood a little distance away, recovering. Turning her head she saw the copious amounts of blood running down her shoulders, tainting her beautiful pure white coat, and instead of the expected rage at the indignation of having her coat stained, she bristled with pleasure once more, these were the kind of stains she loved. She rippled with ecstasy as her body stopped tingling and she could feel the hot trails down her shoulders and under her belly and chest. She stomped excitedly and threw her tail up to one side, displaying herself for the stallion again so that he could enjoy the view whilst he recovered. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The sudden, enjoyable and animalistic thrusting dissipated almost as suddenly as it had begun, he threw his head back with his body going rigid and strong against her, and she felt a little rise in the warmth inside her. Surely he wasn't finished so soon? Just as she had thought it, the warmth and intensity of Llamrei being filled, and copiously so, washed over her. The mare was smug and comfortable and dripping, obviously Keid had just finished his first covering attempt, and amazingly, the General had kept it together. Tiffany leaned up on her elbows and bit her lip impressed and excited by the prospect of his stamina, but quickly relinquished it in favour of a loud drawn out moan that gasped to the ceiling as her head flew back, the result of him pulling out of her while she was tightened around him. Her muscles clenched and tensed, trying not to let him go, but as he freed himself and stepped back she started to sit up, hungry for the lost physical contact. He pulled her off of the desk so hard she ended up against him for a few seconds, her hands pushed against the rugged and nicely distributed hair of his chest. She ran her nails up and down the expanse of his pectorals for a second before registering his silent command. 'You'd like me to turn over would you?' she whispered in a breathy, velvety voice. She raised a brow as she said it, and at another distinctive grunt and head toss from Tarik, she slowly turned, a seductive glance cast fleetingly back at him as she did this, causing her auburn curls to whip round onto her back before she leant down, flat over the black polished wood surface, drawing her right knee onto the table and bending it underneath herself, allowing for the most unimpaired access. She shivered as her breasts pressed to the cold surface of the table, her nipples hardening again at the touch of the wood, pressed down by the weight of her soft and malleable, substantial breasts. She turned her head to the side, her cheek against the cold wood surface, looking back as far as she could and waiting for him rocking her hips back slightly, beckoning him to her with the slick and shining display of her lips, prostrated before him. |
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| Horsepoint | 5 Feb 2012, 03:26 Post #25 |
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The feeling of Tiffany's inner walls clenching down on his cock as he withdrew from her was as telling as the way she all but followed him off the desk of her own accord. Her obvious desire when they were apart, for however briefly, was no less arousing than when she was writhing, impaled upon him, and it was a thoroughly welcome change from what usually resulted from a speed-dial call on his "day of the month". He frowned slightly, not unkindly, at her surprisingly preoccupied exploration of his chest - which was surprisingly nice with her body lithe and still against him for a moment, but that was beside the point - then allowed his eyes to follow her unwaveringly as she did his bidding, her gaze holding his for an electric moment. The sweep of her fiery curls snapped his attention to her upper back, and he drank in the sight of the long, graceful line of her body as it turned away from him, the swell of her breasts gradually eclipsed by the pale skin of her torso. The soft curve of her waist and hips followed as she leant down over the polished wood, her smooth cheeks parting as she lifted one leg on to it, revealing the wetness smeared over her lips where he had been a moment ago. He stepped forwards with an appreciative sigh, one hand smoothing over her hip and cheek before curling into the angle where her thigh met her body, the other trailing firmly up her back to feel the warm expanse of skin then returning to a similar position. He could see the press of her full breasts against the desk, the dark heat of her gaze on him, and was able to enjoy them entirely independently of outside equine influence for the first time; his lips quirked in a smirk at the thought of how little time he probably had before that came back. He snaked one hand forward on the side of the leg not curled on the table, sliding his palm around in front of her across her hip. It brought him closer by necessity, and the tip of his cock nudged at her slick opening but went no further; his breath caught at the sensation. His hand slid lower down her pelvis, his middle finger easily plunging into her hot, wet folds before returning, thoroughly lubricated, to circle gently over her clitoris. Then, without stopping the motion and keeping a firm, slick pressure, he positioned his cock at her lips and brought his hips smoothly forward to penetrate her again. ----- Keid was thoroughly enjoying the view of Llamrei, her body rippling with ecstasy as his excess seed spilled out of her body. He knew that there was plenty more than that, and that there would be plenty more still to come to ensure that their foal was certain, but he would just need a little more time-- He threw his head up, nostrils quivering, heedless of the men around him taken once again by surprise at his sudden movement. This didn't usually happen. Usually he called the shots during this time. But the Tarik in the back of his head was not the Tarik waiting for the inevitable between individual coverings, but the Tarik he more associated with resisting the urge to jump the fence into the mare's field in the dead of the night. He began extending again, answering Llamrei's cry with a squeal of his own and scraping the concrete with a shining black hoof. He wouldn't be needing as much time as he'd thought. |
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| ImpulseEC | 6 Feb 2012, 23:20 Post #26 |
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Tiffany's skin turned to a mixture of ice and fire as his hands poured over her soft supple flesh, sliding indulgently over her back, and moving to eventually rest at the crook between her hips and thigh. Her long breathing caught as he snaked his hand down between her thighs, the necessary reach causing him to bend even closer to her and nudge her incredibly wet lips with the tip of his cock. She wanted it so much that she was pained to resist, with extreme difficulty, a very strong urge to slide forcefully back onto it. As he pressed, and his fingers were engulfed by the warm and wet flexures of her vagina, her entire body shuddered and curled against them, taking their length inside as far as possible and tightening uncontrollably around them in spasms of unbridled greed to have his hard, skilful dick returned to her. She closed her eyes and moaned out loudly as he started to circle her clitoris, biting her lip with involuntary force and emitting a few high pitched noises of relish as his precise and practised finger moved. Her thighs and hips quivered as his dick touched her between her lips again, and her head jerked up to face forward with a very sharp and audible intake of breath, as with a slick and unimpaired movement he entered her again, forcing himself inside with her reactively pressing back her weight against him until he was completely consumed. This position made things so much tighter, and as such she moaned out in earnest as his impressive length continued to penetrate further and further within her, the friction having increased ten fold, the sensation maddeningly stimulating. Her hands balled into fists, and she pressed her wrists hard to the surface of the table as her pelvis leaned back forcefully against him. She lifted her hips slightly and felt the percolating liquid seeping down the length of her lips, down to aid his incredibly steady and consistent finger that massaged her tingling clitoris. She began to feel a familiar thrill in the skin being caressed and manipulated by his finger, and her inner walls began once again to flex and spasm in anticipation of a pay off, squeezing him around his girth substantially harder than before, given the more intimate nature of the position regarding skin on skin contact. She took a deep breath from her groaning and enjoyment and started to lean repetitively forwards and then back again, sliding herself slowly but deliberately up and down the length of his dick before he got a chance to thrust again, her breasts sliding up and down against the glass-like top of her polished wood desk. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Llamrei watched as the massive pink entity unravelled from Keid's sheath once more, gaining height, girth and stiffness with each passing second. She panted and her eyes grew wider as she realised that he was preparing to mount again, she squealed in surprise and indignation at not being given adequate recovery time, but planted her forelegs and flung her tail aside for him, keen to feel the massive stallion far within her again, regardless of her fatigue. |
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| Horsepoint | 7 Feb 2012, 01:39 Post #27 |
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Tarik groaned as she pressed herself backwards onto his cock, the new angle tightening her around him almost unbearably. He could feel every centimetre of his cock being gradually swallowed, could feel her lips spread below her clitoris as he filled her. The involuntary toss of her head as he penetrated her and the shudder in her body betrayed her eagerness still, and he couldn't help his hips jerking forward at the end of his push, their skin meeting with a sudden slap. He ground into her for a moment, and as she angled her pelvis better he could feel the viscous evidence of their pleasure slipping down towards his finger on her clitoris as she contracted over and over again around him. He shuddered slightly with pleasure; his girth was not insignificant, and the combined pressure of the angle and her ministrations was maddening. Eager to get in as much normality as he could before Keid recovered his senses though, he dipped another finger into the slick drips on her flushed lips, and returned to her clitoris with the texture of both fingers together rubbing over it, keeping up the pressure. When she began to move, fucking herself on his rigid cock, he almost laughed at her single-mindedness - but it turned into a growled moan to see the obscene way her full breasts slid along the desk, pressed wantonly against it and moving in time with the wet slide of her body on his. He gasped and began to move against her thrusts, pushing deeply into the tight wetness, his fingers moving in time with them. In the back of his mind, he could feel Keid fidgeting as he neared readiness again, the base animal instincts swirling back in on their way to influence him; he began to move harder, faster, winding back up towards the rhythm he'd held before, but he wasn't lost yet. He rolled his hips as he thrust, over and over again, hoping to find a spot to get that delicious cry out of her again before Keid was back in the picture. |
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| ImpulseEC | 9 Feb 2012, 03:31 Post #28 |
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Tiffany bit down on her lip as Tarik brought his hips forward to forcefully collide with hers, a pleasured 'Mmmmmmh' escaping from between her teeth at the sound of their bodies colliding. She moved continuously against his corresponding building and pressured thrusts, her body shuddering now and again as he filled her completely, struggling not to back off of him as he reached and attempted to push past her capacity limit. She felt the soft buffeting of his testicles as his thrusts grew more hurried and vicious, they swung and nudged the lower expanse of her lips gently, growing slowly in force. This sensation only added to the stimulation of the expert manoeuvres of his fingers, and the rampant ramming into her of his rock hard cock, causing her moans to lengthen as the tingling sensation started to spread from his fingers down her lips and along the inner walls he was relentlessly pounding. Suddenly, as Tarik's fingers increased in rhythm and moved slightly to the left, Tiffany's shoulders jerked up, and she hurriedly got up and lifted her other knee, but still leaning down with her body to allow for good access. Her hands reached out and gripped the other end of the desk with such force that her knuckles flashed white, quite a feat, for her skin was already rather pale. She faced down towards the polished wood surface and shut her eyes tightly, warm waves of sensation crashing over her with each new violating thrust, counteracted by the increasingly stimulating circles around her clitoris. Her breasts bounced against one another as they hung suspended in the air, the feel of their weighted swings a further additive to the mountain of pleasure that was building under her skin. Without warning, her entire body convulsed, her head flung back and her back arched downwards as her thighs began to shake uncontrollably. She leaned forwards ever so slightly and brought her heels upwards, balancing on her knees, her calves against his side now and squeezing involuntarily. Seconds later, she let out an almost deafening high pitched cry as she climaxed, sent over the edge by one particularly well aimed thrust of Tarik's. She pushed herself back against him to prevent him pulling out of her as her muscles went completely insane around him, contracting and convulsing, each wave causing a slightly less audible moan to escape her lips, her breath ragged and catching with each violent shudder through her frame. She was dizzy and almost laughing with ecstasy as her body calmed down, her arms quivered and her thighs shook, the waves running through her for thirty seconds or more before dissipating to a gentle numb euphoria. |
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| Horsepoint | 15 Feb 2012, 02:35 Post #29 |
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Keid collected himself, neck arching, and surged forwards for the second time, trailing handlers and leadropes in his wake. He rose up inexorably like a huge white wave, and crashed onto Llamrei's back with a grunt of effort. His teeth scraped forward, digging deep into her wither as he used his grip as leverage to force himself back inside her ready passage, and set up a punishing rhythm. ----- The delicious sound of Tiffany's moans washed over Tarik and he gasped lowly, fast losing himself in their urgent rhythm. And so he was a little surprised when she suddenly changed her position, the lifting of her other knee suddenly allowing him to push just a little deeper. He continued his thrusts without break, fingers slipping and sliding and pressing, but as he looked down he could see the completely debauched spread of her lips, the thick smear of their fluids up his cock as it slid in and out of her, and the heavy swings of her breasts beneath her taut body, and he groaned in ecstasy. The body did not lie in these things; she wanted more, wanted his cock inside her, more, more. He was only too happy to oblige. Suddenly she contracted sharply around him and his breath caught - then she was shaking and writhing, her back a picture of luxurious tension and her thighs trembling, before she cried out to the heavens as her orgasm took her. Tarik could barely breathe as his cock was squeezed and pressed over and over again, her wail of fulfilment still echoing heat through his body as he thrust through the roiling texture of the contractions. She was moaning with each shudder, each wave of completion wrenching another noise from her throat, and Tarik had only just finished biting his bottom lip to keep from being pushed well and truly over the edge with her when, with an abrupt mental crash, he felt Keid begin his second attempt. He returned to the pace of a few minutes ago, ramming into her extremely willing body, his hands both back on her hips with a damp trail up her pelvis the only evidence of where one of them had been before. For some time he was still being squeezed by her climax as it continued, but he knew that if he allowed himself release now there would be hell to pay in the form of watching equine porn for the entire duration of the afterglow. The thought sobered him just enough, and he cast it away again to once more revel in the feeling of Tiffany's pliant form. The pressure built and built and he bit his lip again as the snap of his hips became slightly erratic, a climax that was not his crashing through him; with a last couple of deep thrusts, he let out his breath and sagged, hands dropping from curved hips to the flat surface of the desk as he bowed over her. "F-fuck," he managed, arousal lowering the pitch of his voice to a growl. With a little breath recovered he stepped back; his still rigid cock slipped out of her folds, joined to her for a moment by a thick, viscous thread that snapped with distance and led the way for more to slip down her flushed, open lips. He enjoyed the sight for a moment, running his tongue over his lips briefly, then swallowed hard and attempted to retrieve his own thought processes from the satisfied mush in his head. It took a little moment. ----- Keid slipped out of Llamrei again, landing on the hard concrete with the clack of hooves and a pleased grunt. He wasn't sure if it would be one or two attempts he would be able to manage after that, but really, he didn't care very much at that moment. He nickered his approval to Llamrei; truly this foal would be glorious. |
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| ImpulseEC | 15 Feb 2012, 19:49 Post #30 |
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Llamrei squealed as Keid mounted her unexpectedly and almost lost her balance as he thrust himself deep inside her once more. She fought to regain her footing and pressed back against him again, a strange and powerful ecstasy flowing through her, causing her cervix to convulse and tighten around the stallions girth with immense force. She could almost hear the screaming inside Tiffany's head as a climax that was not her own washed through her in waves, timed well with a god thrust from the stallion latching pleasurably onto her withers. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ (Provisional reply, I'm assuming a hell of a lot, just smack me if any of it is too much, I know you said he'd follow quite happily but I dunno about the forcing him down...well read and then tell me what to change lol >.<) The feeling of the dark, hot presence inside her that had fuelled her climax so magnificently slipped from her with a swift and unexpected movement, she groaned with disgruntled surprise as his cock left her, to be replaced by a wave of cold air that caused her to clench her teeth and her nails to contract upon the wood finish as the now seeping lubrication travelled along her hot, wet skin, making her shiver as it obeyed the longing call of gravity to drip slowly onto the dark polished oak surface. With a shaking frame she climbed down from the desk, the remaining waves from her climax just about done washing through her. She leant over the desk, head down between her shoulders, hands supporting her heaving torso. She took a few seconds to catch her breath, and smiled as he spoke as she felt the further evidence of his prowess glide down her inner thigh. 'Y-yes,' She breathed 'I believe that's what we're doing.' She finished with a small breathless laugh, and had he been on the other side of the desk he might have seen the flash in her blue eyes and the evil smirk that slowly took shape across her lips as she caught sight of the slightly ajar door to her quarters. She wanted more. She turned around to face Tarik with sudden urgency and ferocity, using one hand to grab the back of his head and force herself up to him to kiss him viciously while he was still mentally recovering enough hopefully not to resist. She kissed him passionately, trying to communicate the extent of her earlier satisfaction through the gesture, her firm but supple breasts pressed up against him as her nails ran lightly pressured over his back. After a few seconds she pulled herself from him, dragging her teeth along his bottom lip as her eyes opened and her arms ran from around his neck and over his back, down his arms to his hands. She let go of his lip and with a distinctly mischievous grin tugged at his left hand for him to follow as she made her way towards the door to her office quarters. Once they entered she pulled him still further towards the unmade, ornate four-poster bed, adorned in red silk bedsheets and linens, holding feather down-filled duvet and pillows. The night-stand drawer lay open and slightly dishevelled, straps and leather clad buckles emerging from it like promiscuous tentacles, with the unmistakable shine of rubbery plastic residing ominously among them. There were ornate wooden carvings, that to the seasoned eye were unmistakably meant to be used as handles, affixed to each of the posts, and leather strap tassels affixed to each that could most likely be used for more than decoration if the need arose. 'I wasn't exactly expecting company.' She said half amused. 'Else I might have put more on display.' She smiled and glanced toward the bed and back to him. She pulled him by the hand forcefully towards her, using the momentum to swing him around and then her bodyweight to overbalance him and push him down onto the bed with her. The springs groaned a little and bounced them both twice as they landed, and she moved effortlessly up to straddle his hips, sitting up to position herself properly, placing both hands on his chest, the inward curling of her shoulders and arms pressing her breasts together firmly. 'I should insist you see to my paperwork more often, General.' She smiled as she leaned down towards him again, her soft breath flowing over his lips before she turned her face and lightly ran her cheek against his, moving her head down to gently run her tongue along his left collar bone, slowly and lightly, up and down, gently kissing into the dip of it with each repeat, softly moving to nip and suck at the flesh up his neck. Her hips hovered above his still very erect and ready cock, and she purposefully let the heat and moisture from her lips run along the upper surface of the shaft as she gently drew her body along it, him not at the right angle to penetrate her again without some dexterous assistance just yet. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Llamrei lifted a back leg once the immense stallion had removed himself from her back, her now limber and relaxing extremities spilling more fluids to the ground than before. She was breathing harshly and the tendons in her hind limbs ached, but the warmth and adrenalin and coursed through her numbed the pain. She eyed the stallion again, watching him recover, swishing her tail from side to side. |
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