Jah-Lilah
Still I carry this feeling,
There they stood, red touching green, black mixing with blue, the only two mares in the world. Just like the four seasons, like the sun and the moon, like life and death, everything comes full circle. And so it was they were wrapped together, pledging their love and devotion in the same place they had first met so many moons ago. Her lover was so different then, so bashful, so self conscious. Look at her now, it made Jah-Lilah burn with desire to see how much her Wolf-of-the-Water had grown into herself. Commanding confidence oozed from her pores, and my flower-child adored every ounce of it.
The girls speak in hushed voices and mumbles as if they were younglings sharing secrets, and this time it is Jah-Lilah who is bestowed a new name. She falters in her affections, if only for a moment, taken aback at such a gesture. A pet name? For her? No one had ever given my firefly a soul name, like the way she does for others. She dives back into her grooming even more intensely, if only to hide a singular tear that escapes her green eye. She moves down to the sensitive underside of Circinae's belly, and the nibbling turns to rubbing with her upper lip. She gives my red mare too much credit as she poses rhetorical questions and ponders aloud. Jah speaks softly, reassuring. "Oh my Wolf, you did it all yourself. I only watched."
The mare hits a tender spot and suddenly Circinae gets into position, and Jah-Lilah is instantly turned on. She moves into her own sawhorse position, eagerly plunging her muzzle back down to the underside of Circinae. She gently makes her way to the crook of her groin, and she's greeted with evergreen shaded udders. They are shapely, plump and round, preparing for the arrival of a foal. This evening my flower-child is the one suckling, extending a pink tongue out to caress over the teats of her lover. Her heart slams against her chest and her sides heave with want over her bi-colored female. Jah-Lilah always comes whenever Circinae beckons her, but this time the red wytch is in control. She moves up Circinae's flank, tongue caressing and roaming where it pleases. She is talking about fire and water, the longing of Canaan, and Jah-Lilah's head is spinning. As the girl raises her navy tail, my mare is dizzy with the scent of her. A noise escapes Circinae's lips that could only be described as a whine, as she begs Jah. Begs her for what? As she speaks, she catches my mare and forces an answer from her. Jah-Lilah laughs gaily.
"Oh Wolf-of-the-Water, don't you see?" She stretches out each word, dangling her answer in front of @[Circinae] as she presses her body again to the mare. Her muzzle snakes around to her Wolf's haunches, and the rest of her follows, splay-legged and ready. "You have always had me. From the moment you trailed behind those twins, ears in two different directions, face awash with panic...I was yours." She rolls her body up and beneath Circy's tail, so the long hair trails over her body. She stinks of the mare's signature, and she loves it. She saunters her way up the opposite side of Circinae, her own tail flung over her back, advertising her swollen willingness to dominate and submit to the water queen. Her lips trail lightly north, over hip, back, that tingly spot on her withers. "I love you, and would love nothing more than to belong to you and your golden lover, but you ask for things you already have. What's understood doesn't have to be explained..." Her muzzle reaches Circy's cheek, and she noses up under her chin, lipping at her mouth tenderly.
When you walked into my house, that you won't be walking out the door.
stronger than you know