The twin flames darted around lightly wanting to make sure that there would be no more interruptions for them tonight. Her head shook a bit causing the armor to creak and groan as it had not been used in a long time. She turned slowly back towards her own stallion and took a cautious step towards him.
Upon this Lunar New Year, amid the wintry air, beneath the noble starry-black, we observe the beauty of the moon. She graces Earth's sky to glow equally for all, a picture in light as if created by love. The stars in the sky were nonexistent, as between us arose puffs of gray. Those balls of cotton seen during the day shifted into streams of gray the color of ash and soot. They blanketed the sky, hiding the full moon in it's full glory behind them. But the moon fought, oh how it fought to shine it's light on the earth. But the clouds stretched over the sky, giving it a hazy ominous feel.
The dark clouds had vanished, as though wisps of vapour, and the ocean, which was now bathed in brilliant moonlight, glistened like a quilt of molten silver, scattered with yellow sequins. Solomon and Jillian chanted together as they stood up now and started moving around the circle of moonstones weaving the threads of yin and yang.
Why Tourmaline felt that she was going to attack of that she had no clue but something in her instinct told that they were going to battle it out.“You bitch!! You should have just conceded and then everything would have been just painless for you,” said Celeste as she vaulted in her direction and tried to catch hold of Tourmaline’s neck with her ankles and then throw her on the ground but Tourmaline was waiting and she simply side-stepped causing Celeste to land on her back with a thud. Outside Tourmaline thought that she could hear voices but she could not recognize any of them.Celeste stood up and brushed herself off. She looked at Tourmaline viciously and said,” You are not coming in my way of what I deserve!”“And what is that you actually deserve?” asked Tourmaline as they both circled each other in the manner of predators.
Tourmaline knew that she was awake but it was like she was watching with someone else’s eyes. She was in her body and yet she was seeing everything which was neither of this time and neither of this age.
Over the hill you came, with a ground-eating stride, headed straight towards me. There was no way I could tear my eyes off you now, no way I could look away from the creature coming at me. I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe I was seeing you. Your long powerful legs reached forward, hooves digging and kicking up the earth behind you. Your head bobbed as you pushed onward to me, mane out behind you like a sail at sea. Your horn, black as pitch, stood proudly out from your forehead and I could see its gleam from here. A unicorn, I was staring at a unicorn. I moved to stand and said a silent thanks to whatever god or deity, which honored me with this priceless gift.You were almost upon me when you skidded to a stop, rearing high, hooves within inches from my face. You called out with a loud neigh, its deep sound echoing around us. I looked more closely at you
You traced your horn over my labia and I became a little nervous, but didn't want you to stop, and I widen my legs even further. Carefully I felt your horn move slowly into my pussy, slow delicate strokes, a few inches at a time. As you entered your horn heated more and I undulated my hips up to you, taking your horn deeper inside me. Your scent grew stronger as my passion built and soon I was pushing up against you, feeling the point touch the back of my pussy. I couldn't stand it, the pleasure was too much and I started to shatter around you, your horn blazing hot inside me as my nectar dripped, oozing from my pussy. I slumped back against the hill, watching as you moved over me, your forelegs now above my head.
Her cries of pure pleasure pierce the silence of the forest. The trees witness her body writhing, her breasts heaving, fully erect nipples reaching towards the cerulean sky. Her lovely body convulses in the ancient dance of those in the throes of ecstasy .How lovely she looks to him now. Her body bathed in the rays of the sun, head thrown back, mouth open, face and chest flushed with the blush of desire and fulfillment, yet never would he learn to satisfy her as much as he wanted. He could only be a student of great devotion.
Tourmaline’s POVIt was cold, and the snow had been falling for hours. I had been walking through the peaceful woods, through this snow, and it made me feel isolated: alone. The walk made me feel as if I was the only one in the world, and for a time that was comforting, the crunch of my knee-high boots on the crust, the snow falling lightly on my dark hair, my coat wrapped around my leggings and a loose top.