Messing With Two Hot Devils
The winter time has passed in its somber majesty; having brought them skies of richly marbled greys and trees so elegant in their bare beauty. Those cold days for calmness and reflection are waning and far behind them as a new energy rises. On this spring day, the Golden Goddess sees the flowers that are to colour her world for the warmer days to come, waving in the breeze like a smile born of the cosmos - happiness in brilliant shades and yet she couldnot wave the worry in the back of her mind regarding Hannibal; time passed and she did not hear a word from her mate. In her worry, and in search for prey for her spawns, she lets her eyes flow from tree to tree, noticing the buds ready to open into the light, to be as green flags in the ever-warming wind. It did not take long for a familiar scent to drift her way; inhaling, perfume playing with her senses, dulcet as the first bud of roses with a tint of something even sweeter.
The bronze mistress auditory system flickered on top of her regalia as the sound of paws caught her attention.
She inhaled deep within her lungs, tasting the perfume upon her tongue and though she did not realize at first due to the slight distance between then now it was clear as day. Locust was in heat. It did not came as a surprise that the woman was not that familiar with it but considering she did not notice other symptoms it was safe to assume it only just started.
She was not taken aback by the statement. Gods above know that she was an abnormality, one that hold both genitalias, neither mle or female but an inbetween of both.
She knew very well what it meant to have relationships, carnal or not, with the beautiful sex. She was not a stranger to such desires and she was never one to deny them.
She took a moment for herself. A moment to recollect her thoughts; her gaze shifted over the horizon at the same time the other woman seemed to drift away. Females, she did not gave a second thought for labels however she was one that enjoyed the finest things in life and never once had she turned down lovers over their genitals. It was both a blessing and a curse, the desire in her groins, the burn in her ovaries, the emptyness in her heart. Physical encounters were a normalcy for the cinnamon vixen, being offered the gift of both genitals she had numerous partners and she was not a stranger to the carnal pleasure of another female. In fact, her heart burned every now and then for one as she thought of her, heavily feathered in the finest of silk tapestry, tendrils pouring like cascades over her lean figure of ivory and brown. The eyes, the mirror of the soul, the glorious rose-colored jewels that reflected intelligence and a hunger for power. She was no stranger to desire, after all, that is how she was bestowed with her three spawns, a night led by carnal sexuality that led in an unwanted, but happy, pregnancy.
"I'm just not used to this. When I was younger I'd do just fine, now it seems I've lost a bit too much information," she informed Thys, trying to roll her shoulders to connect with her body in a normal way. Her eye stayed watching the voluptuous woman as best she could, her tail twitching slightly almost like that of hands on a clock, moving in a timely fashion out of habit. But, she remained calm and vigilant and waited for further instructions as she corrected her mistakes.
Fiery orange gaze locked on her form, her perfume would have been intoxicating for a male but for her it was a sweet vanilla spice that continued to linger through the air, pleasant and moist. She never once imagined that she would have a student, that she would take someone else under her wing, let alone a female and for this specific subject. If she were to be honest, she did not knew how she will pull it through, what she had to teach came naturally to her, it was in her blood fore she was a Goddess in her prime and now she was teaching a mortal her ways?
She lessened her pace just as Alphonse brought a few logs from a near by tree. Sometimes it helped having an agile and flexible servant.