11-11-2017, 09:01 PM
Jah-Lilah
someday, we will foresee obstacles
We ordered champagne but still look thirsty, rock Forever 21 but just turned thirty. See I know you got a bad reputation.
Even with the knowledge that she is protected by her invisible shield of electricity, she is on edge. Her nerves are on fire with sensations brought on by the bluish mare. How was it they kept finding each other in all the great land that was Beqanna? The Earth-Mother seemed to be throwing them in each other's paths for a reason. Jah wasn't here to question this, only here to receive the message. As they mesh together in an embrace, skin pressed against skin, Jah-Lilah feels right. She doesn't feel like she's violating any contracts, doesn't feel like she's crossing any lines. Everything just feels right. The past and the future merged here, freezing them and pushing them forward in time. My mare allows her electricity to pulse from her skin and tingle them both, a mixture of pain and pleasure that Jah-Lilah has found.
Bites find their way down Jah-Lilah's flaming frame and she arches her neck and back to receive them. There is no pushing away, only rushing forward to meet. Her own mouth parts to reciprocate the actions, her teeth perhaps a little rougher than appropriate, perhaps not. The thin skin on her face is mashed haphazardly against the back and spine of Dark-Moon as she exhales with a groan, lipping at the female's tender side. There is a security in non-commitment, asylum in knowing everything is as fleeting as the wind. They are not lovers, they are not friends, but they are kindred spirits. There is a certain solace in knowing the other will not come home at three in the morning bringing only lies...but there is a hollow emptiness to it too.
It is scary, for Jah-Lilah to think something can have such control over her. To make the girl want to change who she is, inside and outside. To desire to put on the skin of another, to please the object of her desire. Half of the trip was the freefall though, the relinquishing of such control, to let go and drop. He had caught her, saved her, made her a different woman. A mother, a guardian, a goddess. Eyes cast dreamily in Thana's direction, she shudders as a trickle of her very essence slips from between her dark folds and flees down the inside of her thigh. My firefly is ready, she makes no fuss trying to hide it, if @[Thana] wants to come for her let her comeee. How can he not see her? Jah-Lilah sees her. How can he not see her?! My mare sees all of her. She is a masterpiece.
Coiled around her, Thana makes her the center of the universe. Her neck stretches out so as the girl weaves her web, Jah's lips brush down the side of her frame. A graceful sway all around, the girl is as mesmerizing as she was during their very first encounter. My mare is not sure she could break this trance, to leave this moment even with a gun to her head. The whiskers of the mare barely scratch the surface, and there is a tenderness in the forest this evening that is enamoring. A move to the rear, Jah-Lilah watches, turned on by seeing herself be turned on. Her teeth click together as she fights the urge again to lash out. She squeals as Thana's nose dances dangerously close to her pussy, burning now with desire and lust. Swiftly she jerks a rear leg in an upward motion, the energy has to go somewhere. Her tail slashes through the air, flagged and flung over her back.
Suddenly a stillness overcomes the pair, and Jah-Lilah rests her head on the back of the mare, chin rubbing against her withers. She dreams in both worlds. As blood rushes in and out of the child inside of her, she thinks how in this moment they are one. More one than they probably ever will be again. Jah-Lilah's breathing increases as the girl speaks. Afraid, accessible, exposed. No, they are nothing alike, and that is the best part of all. Jah-Lilah is already on the edge, the Earth-Mother was there when Canaan said to her I love you so much, spread your legs for me and pull me in, in, in. Breathless whispers like the ones Thana is giving her now. She wants the girl to feel what she feels, needs her to know what this is like, this mental mind-fucking going on.
In a hushed tone she shushes Dark-Moon, suddenly turning and pressing her lips to the woman's ear. As close as Gryffen was the day he "ruined" Thana, as close as Canaan was when he changed Jah-Lilah forever. That's how close my mare needs to be to the little bluebird this evening. Her voice is low and throaty as she speaks, quiet but firm. She's demanding attention. "Close your eyes, feel what I am saying. Get on my level, Dark-Moon. Nothing real can be threatened, you could never be a broodmare." Jah-Lilah is now as intensely entwined with Dark-Moon as she could be, short of being inside the great Nightmother. "Your greatest love will be your salvation, and with every tear, your torturer," she motions at Thana's barrel. "That colt will be your remedy." Her face so close to the girl's, her mouth tickling the side of her face. Hot breath streams over her closed eyes as she brings them closer to mental orgasm. "Let me take it away, the doubt. Give me your troubles..." my mare's eyes are closed now too, and she's fighting her own strange urge to suddenly mount the other female. "I can make the creature in doubt disappear. Let me pull the insecurity from you, nut, after nut, after nut..."
the girl tries to hide herself in the comforting crook of Jah-Lilah's neck, and my mare grunts, a guttural sound coming from a different place. Thana is concerned about her child, and Jah-Lilah snatches her close, smothering all thoughts of the unborn. "Your son will be everything you hope him to be, because he is you, and because he is him. He will be perfect, and you will have nothing to fear. Stop this." Embracing the breaking female, she nibbles and tugs at Thana's mane, fighting the urge to bed her this lonely, moonlit evening.
A walk around, always mad reputation, a leave a pretty girl sad reputation, start a Fight Club, Brad reputation.
Even with the knowledge that she is protected by her invisible shield of electricity, she is on edge. Her nerves are on fire with sensations brought on by the bluish mare. How was it they kept finding each other in all the great land that was Beqanna? The Earth-Mother seemed to be throwing them in each other's paths for a reason. Jah wasn't here to question this, only here to receive the message. As they mesh together in an embrace, skin pressed against skin, Jah-Lilah feels right. She doesn't feel like she's violating any contracts, doesn't feel like she's crossing any lines. Everything just feels right. The past and the future merged here, freezing them and pushing them forward in time. My mare allows her electricity to pulse from her skin and tingle them both, a mixture of pain and pleasure that Jah-Lilah has found.
Bites find their way down Jah-Lilah's flaming frame and she arches her neck and back to receive them. There is no pushing away, only rushing forward to meet. Her own mouth parts to reciprocate the actions, her teeth perhaps a little rougher than appropriate, perhaps not. The thin skin on her face is mashed haphazardly against the back and spine of Dark-Moon as she exhales with a groan, lipping at the female's tender side. There is a security in non-commitment, asylum in knowing everything is as fleeting as the wind. They are not lovers, they are not friends, but they are kindred spirits. There is a certain solace in knowing the other will not come home at three in the morning bringing only lies...but there is a hollow emptiness to it too.
It is scary, for Jah-Lilah to think something can have such control over her. To make the girl want to change who she is, inside and outside. To desire to put on the skin of another, to please the object of her desire. Half of the trip was the freefall though, the relinquishing of such control, to let go and drop. He had caught her, saved her, made her a different woman. A mother, a guardian, a goddess. Eyes cast dreamily in Thana's direction, she shudders as a trickle of her very essence slips from between her dark folds and flees down the inside of her thigh. My firefly is ready, she makes no fuss trying to hide it, if @[Thana] wants to come for her let her comeee. How can he not see her? Jah-Lilah sees her. How can he not see her?! My mare sees all of her. She is a masterpiece.
Coiled around her, Thana makes her the center of the universe. Her neck stretches out so as the girl weaves her web, Jah's lips brush down the side of her frame. A graceful sway all around, the girl is as mesmerizing as she was during their very first encounter. My mare is not sure she could break this trance, to leave this moment even with a gun to her head. The whiskers of the mare barely scratch the surface, and there is a tenderness in the forest this evening that is enamoring. A move to the rear, Jah-Lilah watches, turned on by seeing herself be turned on. Her teeth click together as she fights the urge again to lash out. She squeals as Thana's nose dances dangerously close to her pussy, burning now with desire and lust. Swiftly she jerks a rear leg in an upward motion, the energy has to go somewhere. Her tail slashes through the air, flagged and flung over her back.
Suddenly a stillness overcomes the pair, and Jah-Lilah rests her head on the back of the mare, chin rubbing against her withers. She dreams in both worlds. As blood rushes in and out of the child inside of her, she thinks how in this moment they are one. More one than they probably ever will be again. Jah-Lilah's breathing increases as the girl speaks. Afraid, accessible, exposed. No, they are nothing alike, and that is the best part of all. Jah-Lilah is already on the edge, the Earth-Mother was there when Canaan said to her I love you so much, spread your legs for me and pull me in, in, in. Breathless whispers like the ones Thana is giving her now. She wants the girl to feel what she feels, needs her to know what this is like, this mental mind-fucking going on.
In a hushed tone she shushes Dark-Moon, suddenly turning and pressing her lips to the woman's ear. As close as Gryffen was the day he "ruined" Thana, as close as Canaan was when he changed Jah-Lilah forever. That's how close my mare needs to be to the little bluebird this evening. Her voice is low and throaty as she speaks, quiet but firm. She's demanding attention. "Close your eyes, feel what I am saying. Get on my level, Dark-Moon. Nothing real can be threatened, you could never be a broodmare." Jah-Lilah is now as intensely entwined with Dark-Moon as she could be, short of being inside the great Nightmother. "Your greatest love will be your salvation, and with every tear, your torturer," she motions at Thana's barrel. "That colt will be your remedy." Her face so close to the girl's, her mouth tickling the side of her face. Hot breath streams over her closed eyes as she brings them closer to mental orgasm. "Let me take it away, the doubt. Give me your troubles..." my mare's eyes are closed now too, and she's fighting her own strange urge to suddenly mount the other female. "I can make the creature in doubt disappear. Let me pull the insecurity from you, nut, after nut, after nut..."
the girl tries to hide herself in the comforting crook of Jah-Lilah's neck, and my mare grunts, a guttural sound coming from a different place. Thana is concerned about her child, and Jah-Lilah snatches her close, smothering all thoughts of the unborn. "Your son will be everything you hope him to be, because he is you, and because he is him. He will be perfect, and you will have nothing to fear. Stop this." Embracing the breaking female, she nibbles and tugs at Thana's mane, fighting the urge to bed her this lonely, moonlit evening.
A walk around, always mad reputation, a leave a pretty girl sad reputation, start a Fight Club, Brad reputation.