Beware! Herein is contained the Den of the Lascivious Leopard

[Annisthyrienne]

*Moving to rest my arms between Neko's legs, lifting her thighs so that her heels rest on the edge of the pool, I begin to kiss down her thighs, making my way slowly but surely to her sex, maintaining my bent over position for Som. I feel his stiffness at my entrance and it spurs me on to do more to the young female before me. This close, and I can tell it is she who is in heat.

My lips find her pussy and kiss it reverently, almost an act of worship. Looking up at her eyes, I extend my tongue, licking slowly up along her slit, pushing my tongue into her folds as Som's cock enters me. The timing is perfect. He can barely contain himself, and just as my tongue reaches the apex of her clit, my lips wrapping around it to suck the little bud into my mouth, he slams into me his full length, filling me completely and making me moan around her clit. The vibrations buzz through my lips into her.

 

[choklatekoneko]

She needed it now, growing weak now, eagerly returning his kiss, sucking on him bottom lip, before being taken away by Thyri, sensitive to her touches, loving the feel of her soft lips on my thighs, my sex practically dripping.

My eyes look down at her, just seeing her doing what she does almost sends me over the edge, a lustful cry comes out, as my eyes shut and feel my body grow hot.

 

[sombrablanca]

*Som slams forward when she shifts just right causing him to lodge just inside her. The vicious pumping of his hips buries him to the hilt without giving time to adjust. The need consumes him, pumping, thrusting. * So fucking tight, wet, so soft and firm.

*one hand is groping neko's thighs, what he can reach of her ass over the smaller elf. His other center's on the Elf's clit, circling and stroking it in time with the pounding rhythm of his cock against her cervix*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*His excitement transfers to me through his thrusts, pumping into me so hard and fast! My mouth bumps into Neko's pussy again and again as I try to tongue her clit. She tastes so good to me, and I want more of her. I bring two of my fingers to her entrance, pushing them inside her, thrusting to match his rhythm.

I lock my eyes on hers, watching the pleasure in her face. My own moans are nearly continuous and incoherent little whimpers, sounding more like mewling than anything. I am being fucked between two cat people, and I am the one mewling.

 

[choklatekoneko]

She can't help but moan, the two of them literally driving her crazy, her body shaking, saying words that were no longer coherent, and now a bunch of jibberish, eyes opening once again to catch Thyri's, not daring looking away, her eyes begging for more as she feels the muscles of her pussy tighten around her fingers with each thrust.

 

[sombrablanca]

*His body trembles from the tightening coil of need in the pit of his stomache, between his thighs. The pleasure is building, the need to spray his seed and breed intensifying. Som's hips jackhammer into Thyri now. It won't be long. He's trying to resist, enjoy it as long as possible but this is a bit of a fantasy.*Oh yes, getting close, going to knock you up, fillyou again and again.*The voice is a deep, rumbled growl, certainty filling his voice* Both of you...

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*The pleasure on Neko's face, the pounding thrusts into my body, and those growled words, warning me that he intends to breed me if he can; all of these things combine to bring me closer and closer. I scream my pleasure into Neko's pussy, the sound coming as pure vibration through my lips.

Som's cock alternately fills me and leaves me wanting as his thrusts withdraw before filling me again. He is so forceful! Shoving me into Neko's hot wetness again and again! My face is covered in her fluids, and my own cunt seeps my lubrication around Som's member! I wait to feel the splash of his seed within me.

 

[choklatekoneko]

As he rams into Thyri, she feels her body bout to explode, her wetness covering her mouth, making her body start to shake. She needs it, almost demands it, and she felt her body go rigid as she exploded, causing her to scream out, a series of high pitched noises.

 

[sombrablanca]

*The pleasure surges through him as his seed surges into Thyri. He roars his pleasure, body becoming rigid, every muscle spasming, forcing his cum to fire deeper and deeper into her. No words come with the sound, just pure, primal passion*

/*He doesn't stop thrusting til he feels empty, drained for the moment. Most of his weight is supported by himself but some of his weight drops onto his blonde friend. It is far later than he realized, and the pleasure wracking him has temporarily sapped his strength.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*The taste of her cum fills my mouth even as the hot scalding splash of his seed spills with in my tunnel. I am filled at both ends by cat people! Som's shaft stretches me, filling me, some of his seed leaking out around his member, so copious is the amount of his cum.

As Neko's thighs tighten on my face, trapping my head between her legs, I continue lapping at her pussy like its a saucer of milk. It makes me wonder who is the real kitten here.

 

[sombrablanca]

*Som wakes, stretching. Last night was very fun, and the bathing area has been broken in as it were. He is well pleased. He gets up, looking for his companions. Seeing as they're out and about the anthro gets up to get food*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Sleep passes away into refreshed consciousness with the cool mountain air to revive me. After a good stretch, I pad naked through the cave, returning to the hot spring pool. Today though, I will make use of the waterfall, cleansing my body, and refreshing my mind. I love how the crystal clear droplets sparkle and glisten on my skin, caught in the light of a stray sunbeam that has found its way into Som's lair, and for a moment, I lose myself in playing with the droplets, watching as they collect and run in rivulets down my body.

Playfully I lean forward, letting the waterfall beat it's rhythm on my back as the water runs in streams over my shoulders, down my breasts, and then dribbles off my nipples. My hands soon glide along my wet skin, fingers finding and pinching, tugging, pulling on my nipples. One hand slides down my body, over my tummy, down further, slipping between my thighs. My fingers slide between the folds of my nether lips, and my breathing grows a little more ragged. I tell myself I am only being thorough in cleaning my sex after last night's romp, but it seems to take a long time to clean the area.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Afterwards, I gather the cast-off clothing I arrived with, foregoing the tunic for the moment and slipping into the beach robe long enough to head out into the sunshine. I stretch out on the bench, letting the sun and gentle breeze dry my body.

Soon it is time to continue my quest. I slip back into the tunic, pull the robe back on over my shoulders, heft my pack and begin descending the faint path back down into the forest. I will find my own place, but I will visit Som again.

 

[sombrablanca]

*returning from my own day's chores I am saddened to see Thyri has already left, and without her new clothing. I hope she returns soon. I work from memory, laying out base patterns for clothing more suitable for journeying for her. Maybe she'll remember and return.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*I don't get far. Not long into my trek, I come upon a narrow chasm. When I came up the mountain this way the day before, there had been a log spanning the gap, allowing me to cross easily. Now, for whatever reason, it lies at the bottom of the chasm. Staring down at the shattered remains of the bridge, I sigh. This is going to take longer to find my home than I thought. With no other choice, I turn my footsteps back up the trail. I'll be visiting Som sooner than I thought. I hope he doesn't mind a guest.

 

[sombrablanca]

*He never minds a guest... just been LoLing*

 

[sombrablanca]

*Now debating cumming again. Finds himself rather horny*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Trudging wearily back into the den, dropping my pack on the floor, I slip out of my sandals and sit on the edge of the pool, cooling my feet.

I'm back, Som. I might have to stay here a night or two. The bridge is out.

 

[sombrablanca]

*He smiles up at the elf female's scent filling his senses. She walks in, looking a bit upset. He soons finds out* Ah, I had a feeling that might happen Well, theres a rope bridge a half days trek back. It takes honger but will go in the same general direction.

*He motions her to join him, eyes alighting on her nubile form, his own soaked bby how he sits, back under the thinnest part of the waterfall. Water sluices down his back, body, bot not his face* Was just thinking I could use a companion. Besides you still needed to stay a few days anyway for some gear.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Smiling at his understanding and his invitation to stay, I shrug out of the robe, slip the tunic over my head and join him, sitting next to him in the waterfall. I sigh in relaxation as the water soothes away the stress of the day.

Thanks Som. I completely forgot about the leathers. Now I'm glad I came back. I guess my quest can wait another day or two. It's just that when I dream I see visions of it, and it makes me long to go there.

 

[sombrablanca]

Oh? What are the dreams like? Maybe I've heard of a place similar? I've traveled my share. *my arm wraps around her, pulling her close. My hand slides gently, teasinly, down her side, her hip, where I still see the marks my overeager claws left*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*I lean in to his body, letting his arms wrap around me, holding me tightly.*

Well, in my dreams there are visions of the deep forest. There are amazing colors from the wide variety of plans, but also from the way the sun shines through the forest canopy. I'm pretty sure there is strong elemental magic present. Perhaps it's an enchanted forest. My Elvish blood would like that. In fact, I get a strong feeling during the dreams that that is how I will know when I get there. I'll feel it. My blood will sing!

 

[sombrablanca]

"That reminds me of an old tale. The tenah tedan" *He pronounces it teh-nah tehdon.* It translates to the Heart of the Wood. They believe every forest is alive. Not sentient, but not just it's parts either. Every forest has a lifeforce of its own."

*I settle closer, claws gently tracing patterns on her skin.* The Heart of the Wood is exactly that. The heart of the forest. Here is where things are greenest, most vibrant. Supposedly, in the oldest, purest, unsullied forests there is nearly a presence there. Some could feel mean, some kind. Just like most living things.

They wondered if that was the source of magic for they swore in certain woods, forested areas, spells were stronger. No axe ever fell in these places for that reason. They didn't describe it as their bodies singing, though... A few describe a thrum of power..." *I lean down, nipping at her delicate ear tip* Ringing any bells?

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Listening intently at his story, I can't help but grin. The tingle of his claw tips on my skin is almost ticklish, but it isn't the reason I smile.*

Som, you speak of an Elvish belief! You use different words to describe it, but the idea is the same. That's what I'm looking for. The Cheysuli people called that 'thrumming' the heartbeat of the Mother. They echo that heartbeat in their drumming for ceremonies and dances.

*A shiver runs through my body as his nipping teeth find my ear, sending a tingling thrill straight to my core. I can't help but give a little squeal*

 

[sombrablanca]

What do you know? I'd never heard of that. I know you have your sacred grove homes but I thought that was just territorial.*My teeth run down the shell of her ear, nibbling, lapping, interspersing then with small, sharp nips*

Well, in the direction your're headed, I could think of two. One we're in. Well, technically at the very edge of. Called the Chaos range because well, chaos meets this plane at its edge. Things are strange on that end. What can I say? It is perfect for me here. *his claws edge down over her thighs*

You have Sherwood Forest. Yup. That one. Good ole Robin of the Hood himself. Though my elder kin might disagree, and say it was robbed and perverted, its close enough. *the words are split up due to his mouth being quite busy now raining attention on her throat* I could see both making ones blood, especially a creature attuned to nature's magic as deeply as most elves, sing. *The last word is a melodic, deep, growl, almost a thrum said as I continue my journey, moving along her jaw*