| A'kin and Tiesa's First Meeting... |
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| He looked at A'kin. "Love is an epic thunder bolt." "One that struck me," A'kin responded. "My son, what would you give up in the name of love? "All that I hold honorable." "To honor love is honorable." Arcen turned to Tiesa, and similarly asked, "What would you give up in the name of love?" "My life." "That is a powerful love." Arcen turned to walk away. Tiesa called to him, "My good and kind Arcen, what would you give up in the name of love?" To find out the answer read ~ STAG NATION: A Vexed Heart |
| What would you do for love? |
| TIESA MAKES A'KIN A BREAKFAST A'KIN WILL NEVER FORGET |
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| The next morning, while trying to soften that hate, she stole a few chi's eggs from a nearby nest, started a fire and cooked the eggs while he patrolled the perimeter. Having spent little time in any Bastion's kitchen, even this small attempt at cookery was not wise. She had claimed eggs from a red-winged chi rather than a pure white, a fact unbeknownst to her. The white was flavorful, a culinary delight. The red tasted like fire placed on a palate. |
| As I approach the age and possibility of becoming a grandparent I have discovered that I am channeling my grandmother wanting to feed everyone to make things better. |
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| Chi-hen |
| ICK!!! A mistake of this toxic nature could kill a man. |
| Angelica Hart and Zi |
| ~Writing Team~ |
| STAG NATION: A VEXED HEART |
| How soft is your skin, I ponder. Does it shiver when touched? Does gooseflesh become you... or escape you? Do you like the feel of a tongue? The rough hand... or the gentle stroke of silk? I wonder... Do you feel as beautiful as you appear to? I wonder... Yet, I know not. |
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| Our eyes embrace. My smile is a disguise for a naughty man. I grab you by your waist, pull you close. My strength pushes our genitalia tight. I lower my mouth. You want my lips to touch yours. I don't. I seek your neck... draw a suck upon it... biting... licking... gently blowing upon the area I just wet. Tingles run rampant beneath your skin. Reverberating from labia to toe, belly to fingers, nipples to knees. My hands clench your buttock, close to your anus. You feel me dry hump as I kiss... with each hump I draw your skirt into my hand, slowly lifting it until my hands are on your panties. You understand my lust is powerful something you can't contain. I lift one of your legs. My hand rubs the flat of your pudenda. It is the trigger that turns this man into a primal beast... growling... drawing his nails across your skin. You can feel my strength as I grab your panties, and with the power of true lust I rip them from you, drop them to the floor. There is no stopping. Primal fornication is about to be shared. |
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| It didn't take Arcen long to find the owner of that scream, but laughter followed the second explosion of sound. Before him a fillie with a rippling mass of auburn curls and eyes that could haunt a man's dreams submerged herself below the stream's water. He knew that stream well; fed by an underground river, it rivaled ice cap cold. Astride his caribou, A'kin grinned, slowed his brush-tailed mount, taking slow steps toward the glistening water hole. She rose, dripping from the water, laughter bubbling out of her with wanton delight. The rest of her face was as lovely as her eyes, lips that encouraged ravishment, cheeks bright and flushed, a jaw firm enough to be noticed yet soft, feminine, a beauty bathed in morning's blush and glistening with water. His eyes were riveted upon her. Noticing him, she paused, uncertain easing through the water, toward her garments that littered a lilt-bud bush. Being in chain mail alone, he could make out each curvaceous bit of her. She seemed unconscious of her half-naked state as if he did not cause her shame with his almost ogle-like stares. If anything, she seemed to find pleasure in being so awed. Bodi upjerked his head then reared as if showing off for A'kin. |