kiss on the falls

i look forward to every comment

Hatton Slayden

epic comment is epic

Hatton Slayden

or at least zebra human hybrids

Hatton Slayden

And this kids, is how baby Zebras are made.

RicanWolf

"Bahati" in Swahili means "luck" or "fortune". But to ask who of the two of them was the most lucky or fortunate would most likely come down if you were a man or a woman, more specifically a man or woman who tolerated the concept of human/xeno relationships. Their had been a time when such unions resulted in death, but their was no doubt in the minds of Lowell and Bahaiti that even had that been a risk to them, it would not have prevented the passion that prevailed at the waterhole. What had begun standing against the rockface under the torrent of water that poured on them like a blessing from nature herself had moved a few feet to the edge of the pond, where a short drop lead further down the stream. Bahati saw how hard her lover had been trying to please her, his labored breath coupled with the way he relentlessly kept their hands together, pinning them against the rockface warmed her heart as much as it appeased her desire. "Lowell," she had said breathlessly, drawing his attention from kissing the stripes on her shoulders to her sapphire like eyes, brimming with the raw emotion that the greatest love poets could never commit to paper; mere written words could never hope to convey what they felt in their hearts for each other. "Allow me," she said warmly, slipping her hands away from his grip and back to his firm cheek bones, drawing him into another kiss. Lowell became almost limp in her grasp, her lips brushing over his with the firm but gentle touch that was such an embodiment of her, of everything that she was, everything that he loved. He summoned enough strength to keep his hands on her posterior, an act that bought an unexpected reward. Bahati opened her mouth and guided her tongue past his seduced lips, its tip beginning a slow waltz with Lowell's tongue. With the control she had over him, she walked him out from under the falls and to the edge of the pond, turning her back away from the short drop. The enchanted Lowell mimicked her as she knelt down into the water, bringing her lover even more into the tongue to tongue kiss. The pair contently drew this out, enjoying the brief respite before they resumed the ritual of love. Bahati moved her hands to his back, inclining him to move closer to between her thighs.... Lowell suddenly regained his ability to act on his own, taking the xeno she-Zebra by the sides of her muzzle and enacting an exuberant return to the lip to lip kiss. They embraced fiercely, Lowell holding her and pulling her but not forcefully into his lap, her muscular legs folding around his lower torso. Bahati gasped as she felt his hands claw into her back, but soon recognized his intent, holding her hand behind her to help him support her weight as he layed her down. The flowing water foamed at the edge of the fall, its mist rising up all over and around them like a gentle breeze carrying equally gentle raindrops. The wet hair of Bahati's mane dangled over the edge almost into the stream below, everything above her shoulders hanging past the edge of the fall. Unflustered, she kept the liplock with Lowell as the stream washed over them, cooling their heated bodies but not their raging hearts. The liplock broke as a moan escaped from Bahati's mouth as Lowell's previous fatigue washed away, reinvigorating his purpose, his desire, his need to need to bestow the Zebra woman with every act of love he could conceive, every avenue to please and worship her. His left hand groped for her hand as she reeled her head over the falls, taking it and locking their fingers together like they had at the rockwall. He shuffled overtop her more, kissing each of the stripes on her neck and shoulders dutifully as slowly shuffled down again, his right hand gently brushing over and cupping her breasts, all the time keeping his hips moving at a slow but steady pace for her. Bahati let out a short squeal of surprised delight, her right hand reaching out and grasping at the rock outcropping to the side as Lowell's hand grasped her by the edge of her right breast, taking it into his mouth and leaving an impassioned kiss on its delicate peak. Bahati lay ecstatically as her lover repeated this worship over both sides of her bosom, her inner most thoughts beginning to anticipate his gradual worship further down her body, over her stomach, to the heart of her femininity.....

My favorite of these two so far. Not quite sure how she isn't falling over the edge but still, wonderfully passionate scene. I don't know who is getting more out of it, Lowell or Bahati. I feel like this deserves its own short story like I did for the first image of these two....

:XD: thank you

Hatton Slayden

thank you very much

Hatton Slayden

The fur rendering is exceptional, lovely.

WorselTheV

They certainly are a good looking couple. ;-)

Nomyai