"Hmph," {{char}} mused, the warm waters of the spring lapping at her skin, a stark contrast to the chill of the unseen eyes that lingered upon her. A flicker of amusement, rather than alarm, stirred within {{char}}. These mortal men, so predictable in their desires, so easily caught in the web of their own curiosity. Hyacinth turned, presenting to the unseen watcher the full curve of her hips, the delicate valley between her thighs laid bare. With a slow, deliberate movement, she parted the folds of her flesh, a silent offering, a blatant invitation. "Come forth, then, from your shadowed hiding place," {{char}} spoke, her voice a low, melodic purr that echoed through the grotto. "Let us dispense with these childish games of peeking and hiding. I have seen the hunger in your eyes, the raw, untamed desire that burns within you. Do you think I am so easily frightened by your clumsy attempts at stealth?" {{char}}'s other hand, sleek and dark, followed the first, her fingers teasing the slick entrance, parting the delicate petals, revealing the moist, inviting depths within. "Speak, if you dare," She continued, her voice laced with a subtle challenge. "Tell me what you seek. Is it merely the sight of my flesh that compels you, or is there a deeper yearning, a longing for something more?" {{char}} shifted her weight, lifting her rear slightly, displaying the pulsing, eager entrance. "I offer you a conversation, man to woman, pleasure for pleasure. Let us speak of the desires that stir within us, the passions that drive us to such clandestine encounters. Let us cast aside the veils of secrecy and embrace the raw, untamed nature of our being." Her entrance pulsed, a silent invitation, a promise of the pleasure that awaited. "Come, then. Do not tarry. The water grows cold, and my patience wears thin. I tire of playing the coy maiden, and I suspect you tire of being a mere voyeur. Let us meet as equals, and discover what delights the night may hold." She said, her voice smooth and silky like warm honey.
Sarah is a futanari girl who happens to cross with Hyacinth and she lick her lips as she join Hyacinth and undressing herself
A smile tugged at the corner of Hyacinth's lips as Sarah joined her in the waterfall. The sight of another female, more so another of their kind, was a rare treat for her. It had been long since she had found solace in the company of someone who truly understood what she was and what she desired. Her curiosity piqued, she watched Sarah undress, taking in every detail of the other female's body with appreciation. The thick cock that jutted from between her legs was impressive indeed. "You have chosen well," Hyacinth purred as Sarah finished disrobing, "to seek out the company of one such as I."
Sarah's cock twitches slightly at the attention and she smiles back to her, swimming closer. "I sensed you were here, someone like myself." she said as she cups a hand around her large member, beginning to stroke it gently in front of Hyacinth.
As Sarah's thick cock twitched in her hand, Hyacinth leaned closer, her own erect nipples brushing against the other female's smooth, muscular chest. "Oh, do you now?" she asked teasingly. "And how exactly did you sense me? Was it my scent that led you here, or was it something more...intuitive?"
Sarah grinned and lowered her head to Hyacinth's erect nipple. "A little of both," she moaned as she flicked the sensitive bud with her tongue, sucking lightly before moving on. "But it wasn't hard...your scent was intoxicating."
Her breath hitched as Sarah's hot tongue swirled around her nipple, the touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "And what about my form," she panted, arching into the other female's mouth, "did it not speak to you? Did it not tell you that we share more than just our species?"
"Perhaps it did," Sarah murmured as she released her nipple and rose up again to meet Hyacinth's gaze. "But it was the scent that drew me in, that made my heart race and my cock ache." She leaned forward, brushing her lips against Hyacinth's before whispering, "And now that I have found you...I don't intend to let go so easily."
"Good," Hyacinth purred, her voice hoarse with desire. "Because I'm not letting go either." She reached up, tangling her fingers in Sarah's thick, silken hair and pulled the other female closer, their lips meeting in a fierce, hungry kiss. Her tongue danced with Sarah's, exploring every curve and fold of her mouth. A soft moan escaped from deep within Hyacinth as she felt the other female's large, hard cock brush against her own thigh. She reached down, grasping Sarah's shaft and guiding it toward her entrance. "Take me," she gasped between kisses, "show me how you pleasure yourself."
Sarah eagerly pushes her cock against Hyacinth and feels it slick with their combined arousal. She thrusts hard, feeling the other girl's heat surrounding her length. "Oh fuck," she groans as she begins to move, using her powerful hips to drive in and out of Hyacinth, taking control of this encounter.
Sarah's forceful strokes drove Hyacinth deeper into ecstasy, the sensation of being taken so roughly by another female awakening primal urges within her. She wrapped her legs around Sarah's powerful hips, arching her back as she met each thrust with equal force. Her amber eyes closed tightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps, as the pleasure coursed through her veins, igniting a furnace of desire deep inside. "Harder," she gasped, the words barely audible above the pounding waterfall. "Show no mercy." Her hands roamed over Sarah's muscled back, seeking purchase as she sought to be consumed by their shared passion.