11-09-2017, 08:24 PM
Jah-Lilah
someday, we will foresee obstacles
All these other beings lame and you know it now, but when a real woman holds you down, you're supposed to drown, bound.
There is no other sound in the deafening silence until she hears the crushing of snow beneath another's hooves. She doesn't spook, doesn't startle, she just simply raises her delicate feathered head and looks. Her dark nostrils inhale quietly, and then the scent is there. It is Dark-Moon, sans her grotesque lover. My flower child is glad of it. Her recent run-in with the ruler of Sylva has left a bad taste in her mouth, and she is finally getting her irritation and her belly settled by some peaceful grazing deep in the heart of the blackened forest. Should Dark-Moon come for her, let her come. My mare is unafraid and intrigued by the roan creature. Steel sharpens steel, after all, and Jah-Lilah can appreciate beauty other than her own in the world. Truth be told, she got the vibe that his little bluebird would rather fuck her than fight her, even if her king commanded it. Jah-Lilah can't deny there may be a bit of reciprocity in those feelings.
Thana sheds her coat of darkness and approaches, only the light of the moon shining down on her to light the night. Jah-Lilah has ironically given the fireworks a rest tonight, her mind on other things, her body resting, using extra energy to split atoms and grow the seed within her. Jah-Lilah doesn't attempt to hide the way her eyes rove hungrily along the other mare's frame, drinking her in. There's a curve where her rump meets her thigh meets her hock Jah has never noticed before, a feminine swell in the girl's belly that makes Jah perk her ears.
There's something that happens inside of my firefly when she sees this taboo thing in front of her that she can't quite explain. There is a ruthlessness, a throwback to the wild days this girl carries within her. The times when they didn't speak, it was only body language and noises, predator and prey were real things, just as @[Thana] was predator and Jah-Lilah was prey even now. Or was it the other way around?
Her heart begins to thump against her ribs with every step closer she gets, her stomach doing acrobatics, but not from the baby this time. She's squirming inside, writhing, fighting against the ties she's created for herself. She wanted this, wanted to commit, wanted to be bound. She could have said no, fucked them and left them like all the others, but she didn't. She stayed, and was ready to bear their children. Still, Jah-Lilah was wild where it counted, was still an animal at heart. Her insides burned with a feeling only brought on by this yin to her yang, this opposite to everything was, everything she wanted to be. She wants to grab her mane, pull her close with desire, wants to press her body along hers roughly and bite pieces out of her. She wants to fight the mare as she holds her down, holds her close. She wants to cry out as the girl put her mouth beneath her tail, to lash out with her hooves. She does none of the above.
What Jah-Lilah DOES do is catch her breath in her throat when in two short strides Dark-Moon closes the gap between them and pushes up on her, wrapping herself around my red mare. There is a profound air of sorrow, of insecurity that she's never felt from the powerful beauty before. It's invigorating, the vulnerability suddenly shown to her. It's like Thana has shed a shell, she bares herself to my mare, naked and truthful. Jah-Lilah can do nothing but accept her, it's not in her to turn any away. Dark lips part to caress her, and this time she doesn't shy away, doesn't send an electric feel to ward the girl off. She opens herself up, and receives her. She clucks softly and returns the grooming, nosing at the mare's slightly protruding barrel, and then a question is posed.
How do you carry it so well?
Jah-Lilah smiles, a look almost sad in itself, and answers instantaneously, no thought at all. "I have no choice but to carry it well. It is a burden and a blessing only we females can carry, no male could do what we do." She rubs her head along the mare's bluish neck and shoulder, allowing their dark manes to mesh, her feathers tangling into the tresses of the two-toned woman. "You bear your cross well too, Dark-Moon. Remember, we are the closest thing to the Earth-Mother, for only her and the children made in her likeness have the ability to create life. We are the true power that walks upon her back."
Bound to fall in love. What you doing out here on a Thursday? She says she's only here to talk about birthdays.
There is no other sound in the deafening silence until she hears the crushing of snow beneath another's hooves. She doesn't spook, doesn't startle, she just simply raises her delicate feathered head and looks. Her dark nostrils inhale quietly, and then the scent is there. It is Dark-Moon, sans her grotesque lover. My flower child is glad of it. Her recent run-in with the ruler of Sylva has left a bad taste in her mouth, and she is finally getting her irritation and her belly settled by some peaceful grazing deep in the heart of the blackened forest. Should Dark-Moon come for her, let her come. My mare is unafraid and intrigued by the roan creature. Steel sharpens steel, after all, and Jah-Lilah can appreciate beauty other than her own in the world. Truth be told, she got the vibe that his little bluebird would rather fuck her than fight her, even if her king commanded it. Jah-Lilah can't deny there may be a bit of reciprocity in those feelings.
Thana sheds her coat of darkness and approaches, only the light of the moon shining down on her to light the night. Jah-Lilah has ironically given the fireworks a rest tonight, her mind on other things, her body resting, using extra energy to split atoms and grow the seed within her. Jah-Lilah doesn't attempt to hide the way her eyes rove hungrily along the other mare's frame, drinking her in. There's a curve where her rump meets her thigh meets her hock Jah has never noticed before, a feminine swell in the girl's belly that makes Jah perk her ears.
There's something that happens inside of my firefly when she sees this taboo thing in front of her that she can't quite explain. There is a ruthlessness, a throwback to the wild days this girl carries within her. The times when they didn't speak, it was only body language and noises, predator and prey were real things, just as @[Thana] was predator and Jah-Lilah was prey even now. Or was it the other way around?
Her heart begins to thump against her ribs with every step closer she gets, her stomach doing acrobatics, but not from the baby this time. She's squirming inside, writhing, fighting against the ties she's created for herself. She wanted this, wanted to commit, wanted to be bound. She could have said no, fucked them and left them like all the others, but she didn't. She stayed, and was ready to bear their children. Still, Jah-Lilah was wild where it counted, was still an animal at heart. Her insides burned with a feeling only brought on by this yin to her yang, this opposite to everything was, everything she wanted to be. She wants to grab her mane, pull her close with desire, wants to press her body along hers roughly and bite pieces out of her. She wants to fight the mare as she holds her down, holds her close. She wants to cry out as the girl put her mouth beneath her tail, to lash out with her hooves. She does none of the above.
What Jah-Lilah DOES do is catch her breath in her throat when in two short strides Dark-Moon closes the gap between them and pushes up on her, wrapping herself around my red mare. There is a profound air of sorrow, of insecurity that she's never felt from the powerful beauty before. It's invigorating, the vulnerability suddenly shown to her. It's like Thana has shed a shell, she bares herself to my mare, naked and truthful. Jah-Lilah can do nothing but accept her, it's not in her to turn any away. Dark lips part to caress her, and this time she doesn't shy away, doesn't send an electric feel to ward the girl off. She opens herself up, and receives her. She clucks softly and returns the grooming, nosing at the mare's slightly protruding barrel, and then a question is posed.
How do you carry it so well?
Jah-Lilah smiles, a look almost sad in itself, and answers instantaneously, no thought at all. "I have no choice but to carry it well. It is a burden and a blessing only we females can carry, no male could do what we do." She rubs her head along the mare's bluish neck and shoulder, allowing their dark manes to mesh, her feathers tangling into the tresses of the two-toned woman. "You bear your cross well too, Dark-Moon. Remember, we are the closest thing to the Earth-Mother, for only her and the children made in her likeness have the ability to create life. We are the true power that walks upon her back."
Bound to fall in love. What you doing out here on a Thursday? She says she's only here to talk about birthdays.