1. Amadine: Prologue


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: rhaegar4545, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    She sat at the Venix pool, dipping her toes. The water was cool, enough to set her skin tingling. Starting at her calves and creeping ever upward. She pushed her hands into her thighs in a mock resistance. It felt like faint kisses. It felt disallowed as if the eyes of many saw her there, bare legs prickling into goose flesh, cheeks flushed and breath coming more quickly from her mouth... and they all disapproved. She knew this because she also felt a warmth building inside her. And those embers threatened to reach out of herself. To show themselves to whomever may see. She pushed harder into the tight space between her thighs pushing apart with slender hands against her instinctual tension to keep shut, tightly shut. Tightly shut against a glistening warmth. And her thighs began to quiver. She quickly glanced over her shoulder, blonde hair tossed, sucking in a gasp. Shimmers from the copse of Yellow Lark trees looked on. Their disapproval seemed to refocus upon her rising hand inching up her silk blouse. Trembling fingers hot against the topmost clasp. She worked it undone in moments, and then the second clasp. Her other hand held pinned between the slow rise and fall of her uppermost thighs. Her eyes blue gaze locked on to those who would watch, taking image after image of her breaking. Her back bent, arching her chest towards the Sun. It's heat instantly enveloping her smallish breasts as they surged from the cloth that once kept them. A slight slip of her finger across ...
    the pink hardness and then quickly through her hair. Pulling her head back further. Staring straight at them with a frightened eagerness. presenting an image of Amadine golden hair, hand buried between two slender thighs, hips rising only to fall and rise higher still. Breasts firmly pointed at the sun, head twisted to gaze back, eyes wide at her coalescing audience, golden hair falling into her mouth, lips parted, a quiver then opened up to exhale a quiet moan. Shapes moving in the trees, becoming feminine sprites ripping through light woven gowns, masculine forms flashing an image of wolven cousins before vibrating back into wild men springing their cocks free of whatever bound them. Gasping, barely enough breath. She saw hunger, saw hypnotic lust... and then she broke. Her eyes shone a glowing pale blue, her skin grabbed at the sun and flushed completely, her hair fell flaxen gold like silk, the cloth covering what it could of her fell. She turned her back to them, nervous energy quaking. she bent forward dropping her face onto the warm grass. On her knees, face-down she lifted herself to them all, a perfect symmetry split by a dripping, flowering pussy and above, the smaller, waiting rosebud of her ass. The pink hues were the colors of submission, and the scents were the essence of offering. she could feel them coming to her so she pushed back harder. The anticipation of every soft mouth and pulsing cock, every delicate finger and writhing tongue that would exploit every ...
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