smellslikemountains | Prismatica

[Half-ticklish and half-aroused, Konoha can’t help but prance in place a bit and bite her lip, fingers tangling even further in his mane so she can pull his face up just enough for her to kiss, fleeting and breathy.]

Well, they’re another present, then...

[Well, technically a rewrapping of a present she’s given him many times now, but. She can’t deny that it feels different, feels good as his fingers brush over the sensitive peaks with the silky layer of lace between, causing her to nip a bit playfully into a kiss, trembling slightly in anticipation.]

On or off... ?

Edited (Typoooo) 2019-12-27 05:09 (UTC)

[ By the Great Mountain, she's just too irresistible that way. He's getting quite excited himself, his length feeling very heavy now underneath his body. He wants to get his hakama off already. ]

I... yes... keep it on...

[ His breath his hot on her skin, on her lips. ]

[She'd thought that she didn't have a preference, but the twinge of excitement that travels down her spine to the tip of her rising tail tells her that... apparently she did.

Distracted for a moment she falls into kissing, touching, rousing, tugging him close... before she reluctantly pushes him away, cheeks flushed, hair becoming delightfully tousled and breasts heaving in their silky lace decor.]

We'll never make it to the tree...

[A tug on his hand to urge him to follow and Konoha prances her way out of the house, to the persimmon tree where she waits, reaching around to begin to undo the ties of her skirt, gaze beckoning as she bites her lip. It might be their property, but it was... right outside, under the sky, and if anyone did come round...

It adds a brighter blush to her cheeks, a little thrill she isn't quite willing to admit to.]

Gonta... Come here...

[The "I want you" is more mouthed than spoken, just a tiny little whisper.]

[ If there was something Gonta could never resist, it was absolutely his own wife. With her now by the tree and undoing the ties of her skirt, he felt himself absolutely raring to go now, length heavy and wanting under the heavy cloth of his hakama.

Once he's behind his wife, he's quickly making work of his own garments, baring himself completely-- the way he'd prefer to do things in the open. Sorry Konoha, he'll make sure to clean them once they're done.

But before he makes the impulsive act to just thrust into her, he takes a moment to think-- he's learned from some women, after all. And he leans his head down to press his hot tongue against her winking entrance. ]

[She might grow embarrassed in public for the idea, certainly isn't about to let him go out without hakama during Sanguis, but... Konoha isn't going to deny that he looks best that way, more natural that way, and her eyes follow each moment of undressing with a certain hunger, hands finding the tree truck, sliding over branches that made... rather good braces for his weight, finding a position in anticipation-

And tightening her grip with a happy whine of sound, back hooves splaying and body shuddering into a tremble, haunches jumpy beneath his palms and an undeniable surge of arousal rising to meet each stroke of tongue. She liked it, she did, certainly can't bear to speak up immediately, but right now-]

Gonta, can-

[Her voice is warm, inviting, entreating him to raise his head and see the desire plain on her face even though it was outside under the stars- she was growing used to how they'd do it in the mountains, but she's still new enough a bride to blush to speak of sex acts so plainly aloud. That, they were learning together, just like they'd learned of foreplay together, mutual satisfaction together.]

Can you use... your fingers? So I can... I want to touch you, too...

[If he extended his reach and she twisted from the "waist"... She's pretty sure their considerable size difference might allow for it. For her to do more than just react, more than just wait her turn to please him.]

Mm... I'll try...

[ He hasn't had much experience using his fingers for her pleasure. Maybe once or twice, but always when they've done this, he had always gone the typical route-- mounting her in whatever position was possible. But that was also since this whole time, the end goal was always creating a child.

Now that they were sure they were doing it more now to express their intimacy as a couple, he had been slowly learning a little more. And hopefully Konoha's able to lead him into new, pleasurable surprises.

He follows her instruction, turning his body so she could at least reach for his unsheathed cock. Meanwhile, he gingerly uses his fingers to feel the shape of her sex, using one hand to hold the base of her tail as the other stroked at the lips, exploring them and their wetness. ]

Is this good...?

[There wouldn't be any child, no matter how much they coupled, no matter how many times he mounted her. At least, not while they were in Lunatia. It had taken some time for that to sink in, taken visits to several doctors and scientists to hear it told to her in different ways before Konoha had begun to give up on her hopes, but.

But she still wanted Gonta anyway. Still desired intimacy even if it wouldn't bring the result she'd always learned to associate with it, eagerly awaiting his shift in position. The moment he's in range Konoha presses a kiss onto palomino coat at the point of his hip, nuzzling against the firm muscle of rump as she brought a hand to slide down along the line of his leg, her own back hooves digging into the dirt as his fingers explored beneath her tail and she found herself clenching tightly in anticipation around nothing (yet), eager for stimulation and tempting for more.]

Mmhmm...

[Her answer to the question is just a happy little whimper at first, tail twitching in his hand and wet hints of pink and nerves on lewd display as her hand trails further down, leaving his leg to wrap her fingers around the base of his cock. Well, as far as she could go, his girth didn't allow for her fingers to touch as she curiously begins to pump, short and slow. For now.]

Is this... ?

[ Gonta gave a short little grunt of pleasure at the contact of Konoha's hand with his shaft. This was... this certainly was giving him memories of that time with Madhuri, though she was certainly very enthusiastic in her exploration of him. But he's trying to keep his concentration on what he should be doing. ]

It's... it's okay...

[ And he experimentally slips two fingers into her heat, thrusting them in and feeling her. Unlike his cock, the inside of her was a complete mystery. But with a little gulp to wet his throat, he felt around, trying to see what felt best for her. Sorry, Konoha... your man puts you first before himself. ]

["Okay" isn't exactly the answer a lady wants to hear from her man, but her disappointment doesn't come through very clearly. Not when his fingers slip past the tight clench of her entrance and a little moan slips out instead, muffled against his flank as she nuzzles excitedly into his side, her eyes slipping closed a moment as her tail quivers in his hand and she feels a noticeable surge of wetness surface in response. Her hand resituates, she starts to work into a longer stroke, feeling like she wished she'd remembered some of that lubricant stuff-

Oh. Except, she had. Thanks, Past Konoha. It's a bit hard to concentrate while Gonta was exploring, especially when his thick fingers slid anywhere near the engorged bundle of nerves that made happy little trembles run up her spine, but she reaches into the pouch hanging loose from her half-off pelt wrap and brings out a small bottle she'd put in there during her gift prep, pouring a dollop into her palm before returning to his cock. There... she lets out a heated sigh as her hand moves slicker, smoother along heated flesh, swallowing down a bit of want... and watching his face through lidded eyes. Spotting the concentration there, the urge in him to please her rather than be pleased himself, and if that was how he was going to be-]

Gonta... I love how big you are...

[Then she'd see if she couldn't make his ears burn, egg him on with lewd words more so than just touch, her voice low and a bit huskier than her usual cheery tone. Another kiss is pressed to his hip as she positions her fingers just so, sliding along the vein that ran the underside of his cock and dallying at the head before she switches it again to languid pumps.]

Even if it's better to work up to it, it's so hard to wait for you to mount... and I know... I know I'm the only one who can handle you proper... who can take all of you...

[Okay, so it made her ears burn, too. But they're the only ones here, out in the open, under the stars by that tree, and it's all true, anyway.]

[ Gonta was maybe a bit too focused on pleasuring Konoha for a while, but it was just until she found the lubricant and used it on him. The very moment he feels the slick moving over his hot flesh, he stops moving his fingers for a moment-- maybe a bit overwhelmed by the smooth, pleasurable sensation he was getting from his wife.

Slowly, he tries to continue his work on her, fingers slowly thrusting in, massaging and seeking the bundle of nerves.

But then she starts speaking and he feels the blood and heat rush to his face. His breathing is a little heavier now, and a dollop of his seed spills from the head of his shaft-- no doubt about it, whatever Konoha was doing was more than "okay".

In response, Gonta gives a little low growl and a kiss to her rump as he thrust his fingers in deeper into her, curling them and seeking those nerves in her that should get her all the more excited. ]

Tell me... tell me when you want me in you.

[She likes it- That little stutter of movement in his fingers that let her know that she was getting to him, too. They were a bit useless that way, she realizes. Both so concerned about pleasing the other, but... Her body certainly can't complain, though, not when the growl he gives off makes her clench tightly around his fingers in a surge of desire, makes her cheeks grow redder for the slick sound his movements created.]

Mmm, always...

[But though she planned on teasing him more, it's harder to focus on what she's doing when his fingers find her clit, her rump fairly jumping up as her long spine arches, as she slips down his back leg with a moan, her own spreading with an excited patter of hooves. From here, though... She lets her human half sink down just a bit further, one set of fingers dragging down the tree trunk for an anchor until she can nudge under his belly and her other hand can guide him just a bit to the left, allow her to lave her tongue over the head of his cock to capture the first hints of cum.]

Now...

[That was the real answer, not a tease any longer, tinged with a happy whimper as she forces herself to stand back straight, to let go of him and instead lace her fingers over one of the persimmon tree's useful lower branches, a heated, wanting look sent back over her shoulder as she licked her lips... and gave a little sway of rump, as if he needed reminding of how wet she'd gotten. He'd gotten her.]

Please... ?

[ Though all of Gonta's attention had been to Konoha's behind, her scent and her slickness, the sensation of tongue against the head of his cock calls his attention right back to her and he raises his head in time to see her looking back at him heatedly. And his throat absolutely goes dry at the sight.

She wants him, and there's no question as she utters those words that go right into his cock and make it twitch harder.

Now. It has to be now.

And without any question, he moves around to take his position-- one that he knows very well. With a grunt, he raises the upper half of his equine body and mounts her. By now, he's gotten enough practice to know how to do it gently, to do what's best for Konoha and make sure she enjoys every moment.

The head of the shaft meets the hot wetness of his wife and he reaches out-- human arms seeking to embrace Konoha in this moment-- to add more intimacy to this act. ]

It feels amazing... you always feel amazing...

[ And with another grunt, he begins to thrust in deep inside of her, starting the familiar rhythm of their coupling. ]

["Practice makes perfect" was a phrase Konoha had heard a lot in her life, but she hadn't ever really expected or thought to apply it to sex. But it did, it definitely did, because by now she knows exactly how to splay her forelegs and brace her rear, how to wait until after he'd reared up but an instant before his weight settled to scoot back just a little bit to slide the point of her hip under the curve of his belly, and just how much foreplay she required to make sure their size difference became a point of pleasure and not discomfort like it had been in the beginning. Before they both learned some lessons.

Now she can welcome him with a moan that trembles at the end when his cock reached fully inside her, head tipping back against his shoulder and nuzzling up towards his neck, breathing in the rousing scent of stallion and just Gonta she associated with warmth, with safety. What he says makes her smile, bite her lip and wriggle her hips excitedly beneath him, make the effort to find words that come out half a cheesy joke with a breathless giggle.]

This is- This is a really good gift-

[One hand leaves the brace of the tree to wrap over where his arms hold her from behind, guide one of his much larger hands to a lace-covered breast and gently squeezes, urging him on physically as much as with words. As they found their rhythm her breath began to come in soft pants to the tune of his thrusts, the slick slide of being filled to the brim the and spine-tingling flick of sensation that came each time the ring of his cock passed over her clit.

Konoha's attempt at light-hearted banter, though, is somewhat cancelled out by the sincere little whispers of "I love you" that she pressed into kisses anywhere on his skin she could reach.]

[ True enough, that practice certainly came in handy. Gonta as well knows what pace feels good for his wife, how it feels when he's doing things right. He chuckles, the sound a deep rumble in his chest, at her lighthearted words.

And when her one hand guides his own to her breast, he squeezes and caresses. His bucking is slow and deep for a moment, focusing on finding that perfect angle for her. And the moment he hears her panting, he increases that pace, knowing that she would be getting so much pleasure out of this.

Her little whispers are returned in soft kisses to the top of her head and her ears-- whatever Gonta could reach with the flexibility of his body. Sorry-- Jinba bodies are strange things. But his hands are doing their best to return the affection, caressing her body as he continued to make love to her, appreciating each curve from her breasts right down to where her human half met the equine. ]

[It’s easier now to instruct, to gently shift or encourage him this way or that now that she actually knew what felt good and what didn’t, knowing that despite how much she’d always thought making her husband feel good was a wife’s duty... he saw her’s as his. And how could she deny him that? (Deny them that.)

So when he slows to search for the right angle she’s vocal in her guidance, breathless little calls of his name and whines of “there” and “more” and “please” as his pace picks up again and has her clutching at his hand and the tree both for balance, back legs starting to feel deliciously weak on the edge of each thrust, tightening hungrily about him. Even if it wouldn’t become the child they both wanted so dearly, there was still a kernel of hope in her that maybe, just maybe... ]

Gonta-

[Her instincts and her last scrap of hope still lusted after that fullness, the warmth of his seed, and her forelegs splay to allow her back to constrict, to increase the slick pressure of her body on his cock, increase the friction of his movements over the sensitive nerves near her entrance. Fingers tighten on his hand over pert breast barely contained in green lace, having to bow her head and press her brow against the tree trunk as the pleasure began to crest, as stars interrupted her vision and everything got so hot, too hot, all at once, a soft cry escaping as she reached the precipice... and urged him to accompany her just beyond, on the cusp of pleasure and satisfaction but not willing to go alone.]

[ Gonta groaned out the moment he felt the familiar way Konoha felt when she was in the throes of pleasure. Though he did start out not exactly knowing how it felt when she came, now he gets a complete thrill out of it. Her pleasure, her very heat... everything of her made him want to release as well.

And maybe, just maybe in the back of his mind, he was holding the same hope. That this love they were making between them could grow into a child for the family they had always wanted.

His head dips and he manages to press his lips to the side of Konoha's neck, suckling on the flesh there to leave a mark as he crests with a deep groan of satisfaction. His hot seed spills inside of her-- deep into her body. ]

[Konoha can't help but throw her head back, bask in the heady, overheated feeling that was the precipice while a moan warbles caught in her throat beneath his kiss, baring her skin and all but inviting the mark she could feel him making.

She liked it. The marks he left on her. The proof that she was his woman. That she was becoming a woman of the mountains.

The sounds soon escape her, though, one, two more little cries to the staccato beat of his final thrusts, clenching tight and her hip half bucking up against the heavy press of his weight to all but pull release from him, push his movements just so against where she aches most. That little hope still kept alive through sheer stubbornness and desire for family leads her to draw him in as deep as she could, aching for the feel of warm seed that anywhere else would have become a child by now.

The only good thing about it not... is that they're still doing this, no need to stop as her belly rounds. Her body is still quaking as orgasm shudders up her long spine, her cheeks are flush and bright with pink, her breasts sensitive still to touch, her eyes glazed over just slightly with physical desire, with... as lewd as she'd find it to admit, with lust.

A lust that can finally begin to cool now that they've found that mutual pleasure, Konoha's pants for breath slowly evening out again between his body and the tree, craning to reach up with one hand and tangle in his mane, pull him down a slow, tender kiss.]

Mmm... You've gotten really good at this...

Edited 2020-01-27 15:57 (UTC)

[ Slowly, carefully-- simply out of necessity to bring him back to proper kissing level with his wife, Gonta slips out of her. But he makes up for it right away by returning that slow, tender kiss with all the love he could muster. He's still breathing a little ragged, feeling like he had run for miles with the love they made. But he's happy, satisfied-- and even feeling proud of the fact that he's gotten really better by Konoha's standards. ]

Helps that I get to work on it a lot with you...

[As much as the more instinctual side of her likes the press of his weight in the heat of mating, an undeniable proof of his strength and size... it is a bit of a relief to her post-coital shaky knees to have him slide off her. And it's easier to slip her arms around his neck and kiss him thoroughly while she stretches out her back legs one by one with satisfied little groans, making it a bit difficult for the both of them to catch their breath.

But she doesn't mind it, being a little breathless.]

Am I a good enough teacher... ?

[She can't help but tease a little, hands slipping from his neck down to lace their fingers, beginning to pull him back into the house, to the waiting warmth of their bed.]

[ He doesn't mind it either. Honestly, it just heightens the whole experience of making love to his wife. His arms come around her middle, caressing that line where her spine met with her equine half. He's just completely smitten in this moment. ]

Mm... yeah. Yeah, you are...

[ When she parts from him, he nearly chases after her lips. But they can't keep using their body heat to stay warm the whole night. She was right to start heading back into the house. Wouldn't be good to have sex then freeze to death after all. ]

Well, you're my favorite student, then...

[She's quite proud of herself for being able to disentangle when all she wants to do is keep touching him right there... But she manages, even as she's laughing a little breathlessly about being a decent teacher, at her not-quite-there-but-she's-working-on-it "dirty" talk, snatching up his discarded clothes along the way back inside with a shiver for the brisk notes in the air that promised coming snow.

Pausing here and there, once at the door, twice in the hallway, to place teasing little kisses on his lips and the tip of his nose, she finally reaches her destination, patting the empty spot next to her on their hearth-warmed futon with a smile... and putting a bit of effort into trying to look fetching, cheeks still flushed with pleasure as her tail flicks back and forth, as she arches her back to try and present the lingerie properly.

Pat, pat.]

Mt. Tsurugi is really cold in the winter, I guess... Are you going to keep me warm?

[ Gonta trails after her, following after the kisses like treats offered. And when she leads him to the futon, he follows obediently, looking over her with loving eyes. He takes a moment to look over her body, admiring the way the lingerie framed her shape before leaning down to kiss her warmly, hands caressing the sides of her human waist. ]

I certainly will. Always.

[ And he settles down next to her, intending to warm her with his larger body. ]

Mmm, good...

[Even though she'd had a few little doubts about whether she could really it living in such remote terrain, deep in the mountains and far from the more civilized conveniences she'd grown up with...

Once she'd decided to do something, Konoha dedicated herself to it. And when she'd decided to love Gonta, that meant loving where he came from, the mountain that had made him into the man she fell for.

Plus, he is nice and warm. The minute he settles she eagerly pulls the quilt she'd made for the winter up over their flanks, tucking here and there, before she eases back in beside him with an excited little wriggle, inserting herself into his arms with her cheeks still flushed and a little smile that begs for a bit of spoiling.]

What else do I need to learn before we get there... ?

You're already a good cook. And we're working on farmwork... and I know so well that you aren't a stranger to hard work...

[ He is happy to have her snuggled up to him, his hands caressing over her skin as she did. ]

Maybe... if we have the chance... maybe some child care, yeah?

[ It still hounds him, one of the two things he still really aches for: home and a family. ]

[Cooking? Konoha nods in affirmative, curling close and forelegs still trembling a bit in excitement she was trying to tamp down. It's just kind of difficult, with his hands still roaming, her body still basking in the warm glow that followed their couplings.

Farmwork? She nods again, she's got that-

But her smile slips just a little when he mentions children, unable to disguise the fact that she still ached for it too. She was trying to be positive, she always did, but... it still hurt. Still made her a bit scared that whatever the moons had done to her to make her barren might follow her home. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she turns inwards towards him for a moment, fingertip coming up to trace the same circles on his chest she often did when imagining that part of their future.]

... One of our neighbors asked me the other day if we couldn't watch their children some times when they need to harvest, but... I didn't know what to say.

[A rarity for her, but. She hadn't. Would it just be painful, to have young Prismal children around when they were being denied their own? Would it be a good opportunity for her to practice before they started their own family?

Unsure, she looks back up to Gonta's face, waiting for his opinion.]

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