Thread: The King Who Conquered the Animal Kingdom (Johnizbeast and Innocent Anathema)

I l y a W h y a m I s o s c a r e d o f l o s i n g y o u . . . Ilya was more than a little overwhelmed by this. She was so very thankful for Onyx being there for her, holding her and soothing her. Really, she didn't think that she'd be able to handle it as well as she did without his being there. A soft smile touched her lips as her midnight eyes found his. He really was her world, dragonkin and all. A little giggle left her at the thought. No one back home would believe her even if she told them, which she thought that she'd rather keep this sentiment to herself. He could be her hero like in the stories. She purred softly riding that warm afterglow and the good feeling that they'd sorted things out between the three of them. When Onyx kissed her, she moaned softly returning that gesture as her tongue shyly touched his own. Her breathing was still deep when he pulled back to whisper to her about taking care of Yarun. The thought made her chuckle. It seemed like having two women wanting and needing his attentions was perhaps a bit much but he also seemed to have it under control. Another giggle left her and she laid down on her side watching her spouses. That thought brought another giggle to her lips, the sound breathy. Two spouses, not just one. Who'd have thought? She was a bit surprised to see this rather quick taking of Yarun but the wolf merely gasped and let out a growl seeming to enjoy it. Wait, what had he said? Don't be mean and let Ilya down? What... what did he mean by that? Yarun looked toward her with the slightest hint of a feral gleam in her eye and Ilya swallowed nervously seeing it and a mischievous smile. Hey... hey... I'm okay... you two have fun. I'm fine right here. Come here, kitty, was the lazy drawl from the wolf and Ilya gave a startled mew when Yarun reached out an arm and dragged her across the bed under her. Timidly, Ilya just let her since she didn't know what else to do, how to stop it and if she really wanted this to stop. The latter thought unnerved her. She looked up to see Yarun's large breasts moving with each thrust from Onyx and her strong body above her. She kept her hands up just above her own breasts shyly as her tail curled about her leg betraying her uncertainty. Onyx wasn't there to hold her now. What should she do? Looking up to Yarun, she was met with a smirk from the wolf before the woman leaned down and caught her mouth with her own. Ilya was unresponsive for a moment startled by the contact. Yet, Yarun was a very persuasive kisser and it wasn't long until slowly, she was responding to the kiss lightly trying to return some of the affection that she felt. They stayed like that for a minute maybe more until Ilya thought that she almost couldn't breathe and Yarun obviously felt the same for she tore away from her panting. There was a look of need in those golden eyes of the wolf as she stared into Ilya's blue. Also a tone of command. Touch me, Ilya. The redhead asked of her. Ilya gasped, I... I can't do that! Yarun closed her eyes and growled out of frustration before looking to her again. Please. Touch a female? Touch Yarun? She had to be out of her mind. She... she couldn't do that! . . . w h e n y o u ' r e n o t e v e n m i n e ?