Evening
#1 of Roleplay
A harpy comes home to her sleeping lioness. What else could follow?
Original roleplay by Mekar,
Edited and reformatted by ArkSong
"Aly? Are you awake?" I cock my head, peering into the darkness, but there's no reply. I have to wait for my eyes to adjust, stepping into our room and gently closing the door, before I can make out more than just a snoozing shape. I smile, watching her for a moment, seeing her gentle breathing, her chest moving ever so slightly with each breath. She wears a light, loose grey shirt, though the blanket is pulled up to just above her breasts, covering anything else. A paw is up near her face, the digits loose and the claws softly retracted, and she shifts slightly in dream. I can't help but blush, seeing her laying there like that. She's... mine.Mine. And I'm the luckiest harpy in the world.
Slowly crawling onto the bed, I kneel down over her body, staring down. My wings come up and gently rub her sides, feeling her warmth, the prickling of short, well-kept fur against preened feathers making me shiver slightly. I slowly pull the blanket down, revealing more of body, and I can see the way her shirt has ridden up, exposing her thin, muscled belly. Her shorts, just long enough to be modest, are the slightest bit down. She isn't wearing underwear, but then again, these shorts are a fine - and rather sexy - substitution. I can see the barest hint of hipbone, and the gentle, seductive curve that leads down into the shorts, the trail to her loins.
My feathers graze her bare fur, taking in the warmth of her abdomen, her breasts, as my wings slide further under her shirt. I shiver again, taking in every inch of her beautiful body. It isn't enough. It'll never be enough. Softly and slowly, watching to make certain Aly makes no signs of being disturbed - not that she'd mind waking up to my caresses - I reach a wing down to grasp the rim of her shirt. Using one wing to hold your back up, I take your hem in my beak and pull the shirt upwards, nuzzling along your chest. Reaching the centre of your torso, I pause when my eyes rest on a small bump of flesh. Smiling, I rise up and bring the other wing down, running a feather across her soft nipple. They perk slightly against my wing, and I blush again as I continue pulling the shirt up. With one of her arms already up, I merely guide the other one to the pillow before I'm able to continue pushing it. Finally, after long minutes of silent guiding, the shirt finds its way over and off her head, and I place it gently to the side.
And there she is, my Alison, my beautiful lioness, her chest fully exposed to me. Her stomach toned and slight, her arms muscled from a life of hard work, her paws tough but at the same time... soft. Her neck, sloping into gentle shoulders, her waist leading to hips that just slightly fan out, a touch of womanly shape, yet still boyish in their construction. And her breasts, mere gentle slopes, almost flat from the weight of gravity on her sleeping form. The nipple stands out against the air, a darker colour that protrudes from short orange tan fur, large enough to signpost pleasure yet unable to take away from the streamline of her form. She is beautiful, perfect, a warrior resting in the darkness.
That makes me smile. Only here would she be comfotable enough to just sleep. Sleep without worrying of other things. Without worrying about harpies coming in the night to undress her... I relax, letting my wings slide from her soft neck down to her waist, feeling her soft, smooth body, missing the way she felt and making up for it completely. I bring the short claw of my wing to her her torso, pressing against the nipple again, and her sleeping form twitches slightly. I repress a giggle and lean down to gently lick her neck, dragging my tongue lightly over the fur, down to the sensitive flesh below. My beak taps gently against her collarbone, tongue pushing out further to lick over the body, making a trail across, following her shoulder, reaching her arm and its join, and then down and across again, finally arriving at her waiting breast. I can't help suckling when I ascend the gentle curve to the tip of her breasts, my tongue swirling gently around the nub. I close my beak the slightest amount, just enough to tweak the nipple, and I pull away when the lioness shivers and her claws twitch. I move on, down to her stomach, licking playfully at her belly button before lifting my head, watching. So serene, so at peace... it's been far too long since I gazed at her face.
My claws trickle down the the rim of her shorts now. Feeling the warm area between the material and her fur, I reach a wing under her rear, mindful of her tail. I push her hindquarters up slightly, taking the hem between my teeth and pulling down, her fur tickling my cheek as I move them downward in one simple move. Coming up, I use a claw to push them the rest of the way down. I hesitate, folding them and placing them over her shirt, before returning to her body. I look down at her again, looming over deliciously, her nudity seeming so natural, so logical. Why hide such beauty? I shuffle, getting comfortable, before leaning over again and using my wings to gently massage her legs, up and down the sides, inwards, over the tops, along her thighs. The continue nearer, trailing along the fur, along the upper area of the loin and down, over a gentle mound before... a single, gentle feather trails over a delicate, nearly hidden line of sensitive flesh. I hear her gasp, a murmur of breath or breathlessness, and I can almost feel the tingles rushing up her sides. I pull away, grinning, see her expression change into one of sleeping confusion, and her hips move slightly, expectant. Even in sleep, I can tease her. Just as she teases me. Well, never as much as she does... but how else could I get back at her?
I wiggle my claws gently, landing on either side of her thin, shaped labia. They press gently into the flesh, pulling apart by less than a centimetre, spreading her lips. Even in the dull light from outside, her fur glistens. I bring my head back down, breath short and sharp against the lips below me. The air brushes against the sensitive, furless inner labia, and Aly shivers once more in her sleep. Her clitoris peeks out from under its pale pin hood, already colouring slightly from unconscious arousal. I exhale another hot breath onto it, before replace the breath with my warm, wet tongue. Swirling it in little circles down one side of her labia and then up the other, never quite dipping it inside her but hard enough that the pressure of every swirl makes its way right to her clitoris. She moans silently, her paw clenching as her head turns, and beneath her a tail flicks lightly. As she grinds against me in her sleep, I grin and continue pleasuring her, my soft, wet lips encircling her clit again, sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with the tip of my tongue.
The lioness shudders, and even in her sleep I can tell she is approaching something of an orgasm. I smile again, enjoying this, looking up at her closed eyes, and then I plunge my tongue inside and lap at the juices that come forth. She rides the orgasm without even flinching, but I keep the pressure on, and she squirms and moans lightly in her dream. My own lower regions tingle, but I ignore them as I take my darling Alison close to another orgasm. This is her time, not mine. My pleasure can come later.
I keep teasing her, enjoying the rare taste of power, and each tiny flick of my rasping tongue ellicits another silent moan and shudder. I keep this up, getting harder, until finally she reaches breaking point and she roars out in her sleep, her juices flowing into my maw as I eagerly lap them up. I barely even consider that the sleeping lioness could wake the children, instead drinking in delicious gulps of her lioness pussy. Her legs keep twitching, and it soon becomes clear she's too sensitive to continue, so after a few final licks I stop, rising back up and looking down at her. Her muzzle has a blissful smile etched upon it, her paws grasping the sheets tightly, and I smirk. She really managed to sleep through the entire thing. Perhaps she wasn't a Night Hunter after all. "Oh Al..." I whisper. "You adorable, beautiful thing." "You're not so bad yourself."
I start, falling back a little. Her eyes don't even open, but I can see that her grin is wider, toothier. I give my heart a few minutes to slow down, before guiltily laying beside her. "You're... awake." "And you're just as skilled as ever." She still doesn't open her eyes, just luxuriating in the afterglow of her orgasms. I sigh. "You were awake the entire time, weren't you?" "Of course not. I... just woke up then." "Aly..." She giggles. "I heard the convoy pull up. They're really loud... you realise that, don't you? You probably woke up everyone." "But you didn't come out and see me..." "How else would you have provided me such... excellent services?" For the first time her head turns, regarding me cooly. Her green eyes are striking, so bright they practically glow. And though they're hard, her eyes are kind, and they soften as they look at me. "It's good to see you again hun." "You too." I reach my arms over and she pulls me into a hug, holding me tightly. I rest my head against her chest, just above her breast, and she rests her chin on my forehead. "I love you." "I love you too."
So, hello people. I've been roleplaying for a while, love it, and recently figured I may as well make them stories. I mean, I love writing. So why not? Basically, this is from an rp done between Mekar and I, and I've edited, changed some bits, and transcribed this to a first-person story. If it goes alright, I'd do the others. I have got a LOT.
And in case you're interested in my writing, take a look at ArkSong, on other... popular-fiction sites. *Ahem*
Right, uh... yeah. Kay bye.