HIS FIRST bows her head instantly, her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. Nipples erect in fear and anticipation. Water beads down her alabaster skin for she knows not what dark thoughts are flowing through her Masters mind, like the rivulets of rain making tracks in the sodden soil beneath her bare feet. She glances upwards to gaze at the pet tied to the base of the tree, beneath it's gnarled crooked limbs reaching out to the heavy grey skies.
"Do you like what you see my love?" He stands behind her, one arm across her waist as his hand gently strokes her belly, gliding like a raft on the water beading down from her bare breasts.
"Yes"
"I thought you would. Do you wish to play my love?"
"Yes"
Nudging her from behind, he pushes her towards the pet. As they both approach the tree, she notices that the pet is crying softly, her tears mingling with the rain drops, black mascara running down her cheeks, tainting the edges of her lips.
"Kiss her My Precious. It appears that this pet requires some comfort"
Without hesitation, His First leans forward towards the pet. Her face is obscured by her long matted hair, which has stretched and twirled about her breasts like tangled roots. Her Master steps aside, moving the pets knotted tresses away from her face. She is pretty in an unassuming way, a dainty heart-shaped face with a slightly upturned nose between dark eyes. There is a shadow of defiance within the brown depths and her full lips quiver almost imperceptibly.
The two women kiss. His First flicks the tip of her tongue out to lick away the pearls of moisture gathered like dew along the corner of the pets mouth. The black lines smudge even more and run down the chin of the pet. With a small whimper the she tries to turn her face away. But with an impish grin His First grinds her lips back against the pets mouth, driving her tongue between her lips, forcing them open. Their breasts touch, nipples grazing against erect nipples. Soft bare flesh pressed harshly against bare flesh.
Beside them Her Master growls, low and deep...
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For how can one know color in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness? See - one side of my face is gentle and kind, incapable of anything but love of my fellow man. The other side, the other profile, is cruel and predatory and evil, incapable of anything but lusts and dark passions. It all depends on which side faces the moon at the ebb of the tide.
Forever His Tainted Vixen
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