Among the cats - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
18/7/2014
Log
Loveblade stretches her wings as she walks into the square, arms laden with three kinds of fruit, apples, passion-pears and peaches, Love hums a song under her breath and purrs with delight as she moves around the different stalls and filled baskets, until she gets to the stack by the wall. Carefully taking out one after another, she fills four of them full from what she carried in and sits down with a thump and a happy smile, starting to sort through them one by one
Cyrus walks in from the lake, her folded clothes in her arms, her body wet with water and milk. She sees Loveblade and hastens the movement of her hooves, her breasts, stomach and udder bouncing with each excited step. She sits down her clothes in a pile next to Loveblade and puts on her hat before she sits down. Leaning against Love's side she says, "I'm glad to see you back, I've missed you so much my Mistress." She spread her legs and wiggled her hips as if to demonstrate just in what way she missed Loveblade.
Kiba puuuuurrrrs warmly and smiles as shi'd arrive and look about to see what was going on?
Eri just so happened to be around, literally sitting under a large oak tree, her four arms folded acrossed her chest, her much thinner lion like body sitting in a very statuesk pose, almost befitting a ten foot bronze figure of the town's scenery. However the feline did wave to Cyrus, while still remaining where she was with a small smile on her face, yet remaining ever silent, and out of the way. The margay taur entirely nude, yet with her arms over her chest and the fact she sat down left nothing offensive to truly be seen.
Loveblade counts her baskets and smiles, one wing curling around Cyrus gently and pulling her close while she sees Kiba come on in. Smiling gently as she works "Hi Cyrus, it's been a good day, hmm?" Love strokes her back with down, massaging away any tension her breasts are causing and trailing one hand down along her thigh. She looks up to see Eri and continues on working, smiling.
Cyrus smiles and nods her head. "It has it's been a wonderful day," she said, running her hand over Loveblade's muscular thigh. Her feline tail swings from side to side in her delight of seeing all of the beautiful Margays, surrounded by so many tall beautiful goddesses, she the smallest of them all. "Eri, Kiba, why don't you two join us over here? It's a lovely spot to sit," she warmly welcomes the two felines.
Eri remained where she was, unmoved and silent as ever. The golden furred feline quietly watching and listening from a distance yet sitting beneath that oak tree in plain sight. Her four arms covering her breasts still and her pose unchanged and still, her golden fur swaying in the gentle breeze of the wind like a farm's ripe wheat field in the distance.
Loveblade stroked her wing down your back gently as ever, while her deep rumbling purrs started in her throat, a smile crosses her features and gentles her eyes as she moves that hand higher, now slipping a finger into your mons to gently stroke, back and forth with pleasure and more. Love slips her digit inside of you, curling it back and forth with a small wet sound, the leaves passing in the breeze rattling across the cobbles while she sorts her harvest, "Hmmm, I missed having you by my side today. Did you have fun playing?" her question is open, honest and caring as she relaxes after a short amount of work, baskets set in rows. She picks up a box, and places it before you, the solid frame creaks under its own weight as the nails strain to hold it together, but it does, just. Slipping her tail over yours, she twines them together and then tugs gently, stretching soothingly at your spine.
Cyrus stares blankly at Eri's ever still form before she feels her Lover's digit play with her still wet mound. She stiffens and closes her eyes as the impressive digit curls up inside of her and pulls out. She shivers and looks up at the radiant dragon. "A little, seen that cat around a little and I've wanted to play with him for a little while, but... he's not you, no one is," she says in reply. She watches Love curiously return to her work and idly sticks a hand between her thighs, not wanting to interupt Love and her diligent work. Seeing the box set in front of her she looks curiously at the box and then back up at Love with large eyes. She opens her mouth to speak but gets cut off as her tail is pulled. Her muzzle shuts and she exhales through her nostrils, he barely manages to restrain herself from her instinct to rub herself more vigorously from the curiously pleasurable pain. She opens her eyes back up and looks at Loveblade's eyes, her brows arched upward. "Whatever is this? Do you want me to label it?" she asked.
Eri eventually lifts herself up and turns to leave, silently disappearing from beneath the oak tree while all eyes and attention went else where. The margay's hips swaying her massive fluffy golden tail waving to and fro idly behind her.
Loveblade slides her tail-tip up along your back, tickling gently at the base while sorting, the wing that keeps you warm pressing forward gently and her hand stroking your nipples. She smiles as you're bent gently forward to the box, her intention clear; she wants you to present. Her humming becomes a note deeper as her scent changes, both masculine and feminine at once now, her eyes smiling
Cyrus looks down at the box and removes her hat, placing it on her clothes as she stands up. The lovely mixture of her scents in the air made her dampen, but at that moment she was thankful that her feminine musks did not get a rise out of her now as it had the night before. She bent over the box, her feline tail hiking up high as she presented her hind end to her mistress and looked back over her shoulder, her sex absolutely dripping in anticipation.
Loveblade continues to hum while she works, two hands sorting while the other two grip your thighs, squeezing them and sliding up and down while her tail remains entwined with yours, applying relaxing pressure, and then sliding off, her tail-tip teasing your own. Her mouth opens as she smiles and looks to you, grinning with one word "Good", the fingers of her lower left right hand sliding up your thigh and pressing past the lips of your dripping cow-pussy, the moisture spreading down her finger to lightly dampen her palm while she purrs at the heat of you, the warmth and light squeezing pressure of your, to her, tiny pussy. Her finger moves inside, slipping back and forth while she turns to face you slightly, nipples dripping with lust "What a fine Bitch you are Cyrus. You know your place and you love me as much as I do you; I think you deserve a treat." Love strokes your side with her feathers and smiles "I will have to come up with something...nice."
Cyrus presses back against her mistress' fingers, soft lows of pleasure rising in her closed mouth as she was toyed with. Love's every word and approval made her ache for more, after their previous trist was cut short she wanted the towering dragon to take her until the box broke. She wiggled her hips and her tail curled up around as much of Love's hand as she could. "I need nothing special except you, having you fuck me is more than enough of a treat for me," she said shakily. "Take me my Queen, claim your bitch again and again until you tire."
