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Moonlight Indulgence
🕑 Added 2025-05-02 06:50:19 +0000 UTC
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In the steamy embrace of the hot springs near the lush northern falls, Gianna, a stunning mature cow with soft curves and a warm, knowing smile, lounged in the mineral rich waters. By her side was Jeanette, a youthful beauty, blessed with a full, firm chest and a playful, curious energy. The mist clung to their skin, glistening over fur and breast alike as the heat wrapped around them. At first it was only idle touching, fingers brushing along arms, thighs gently resting against one another. But the comfort of the springs and the closeness between them loosened more than just their muscles. Gianna’s large, heavy bosom swayed as she leaned in, lips brushing Jeanette’s shoulder with affectionate boldness. Jeanette responded with a soft laugh, cupping one of Gianna’s breasts, thumbing her nipple gently beneath the water. The springs echoed with low moans and the gentle splash of movement. Mouths met skin and soon the two were suckling one another slowly and sweetly, as though tasting something divine.
The warmth between them rivaled the spring itself, natural, indulgent and impossible to resist. The heat of the springs only deepened their desire, each breath slow and sultry as Gianna shifted to straddle Jeanette’s lap. Their bodies slick with moisture, their breasts pressed together in generous, pillowy rhythm. Gianna’s full teats, heavy with milk, brushed against Jeanette’s chest, leaving beads of cream in their wake. The younger woman let out a soft, shaky breath before taking one into her mouth. Warm, full, sweet. Gianna cooed, her fingers threading through Jeanette’s damp hair as she was suckled. Slowly, indulgently, reverently.
Her milk flowed freely, coaxed by the eager rhythm of Jeanette’s lips, her tongue curling around each swollen nipple as if savoring something blessed. Every swallow was met with a low hum of satisfaction. But Gianna was not selfish. Her hand slid between their chests, guiding Jeanette’s own round, leaking breasts upward with practiced hunger. She latched on, suckling her deeply as Jeanette gasped, arching into her touch. They drank from each other with lazy hunger, moaning softly against the other’s chest as the creamy sweetness of shared nourishment filled their mouths. Milk dripped over lips and down their breasts, mixing with the water, slicking their skin with glistening indulgence.
They kissed between sips, swapping taste, smearing cream between tongues before returning to their greedy feast. The springs became a sanctuary of sweetness and sin, where two luscious women, adored for their abundant gifts, gave themselves over entirely to mutual worship.
The suckling deepened Slowed only by the occasional wet kiss or gentle moan as both women drank from each other like worshippers at a sacred font. Jeanette let her fingers trail down Gianna’s back as she fed from her again, her mouth sealed tightly around the swollen nipple, drawing out every creamy pulse with soft, greedy gulps. Gianna’s thighs trembled in the water, her breath hitching as she guided one of Jeanette’s breasts to her mouth once more, lips parting wide to claim it. Milk spilled over their chins, mixing with kisses lapped from lips between shared giggles and hungry sighs. There was nothing rushed, no goal beyond indulgence, just the warm, full pleasure of being fed and feeding again and again. But the warmth beneath the water began to stir something else in them as their mouths explored each other’s curves, lingering longer with each suckle.
Their eyes began to flick down, not just toward dripping nipples, but between thighs. The taste of cream was sweet, yes, but the heat between their legs was starting to throb with a different kind of hunger. Gianna nuzzled lower with a knowing, her lips grazing just above Jeanette’s navel, while Jeanette’s hands slipped beneath the water to cup the curve of Gianna’s hip, her thumb brushing just close enough to tease. They were both starting to think about what else they might taste, what else they might swallow. Not just milk, not just now. The thought alone made them press tighter, grind softly, and linger just a moment longer with each suck, tongues now moving slower, deeper, tasting not just the milk but the woman behind it. At the crest of the northern falls, where mist kissed the air and the forest pulsed with nocturnal life, the great lake shimmered like obsidian glass beneath the glow of the full moon.
At its heart, half submerged in glistening moss and vines, rose the ruined Nariatt dies, a smooth stone altar once used by the frog folk in sacred rites of pleasure and union. No blood had ever stained its surface, only sweat, breath, and the echoes of moans long swallowed by the jungle. Hand in hand, wet from the springs, Gianna and Jeanette scampered up the overgrown path like mischievous schoolgirls, hearts racing, bare skin prickling in the cool night air.
They laughed breathlessly as they crested the rise, still glistening with milk and desire, their bodies bathed in moonlight. The stone was warm from the day’s sun, and the moment their backs touched it, they were drawn together again, not with words, but with mouths, hunger and heat. They slid into each other like pieces of a puzzle. Jeanette’s thick thighs straddled Gianna’s face while Gianna’s Legs spread to welcome her eager tongue in return. Their bodies formed the sacred geometry of the 69, an act both playful and primal.
Gianna buried her tongue between Jeanette’s plush pink folds, her broad hands gripping the young mare’s hips as she suckled on that bold little clit with reverence and rhythm. Jeanette’s cries turned into breathless giggles, fingers already tangled in Gianna’s fur, thighs trembling. Jeanette wasted no time either. Her mouth pressed into Gianna’s hot, dripping core, tongue swirling over her clit, teasing the large, trembling nub with deliberate flicks.
It was a bit larger than hers, less showy, but just as sensitive, and Jeanette loved the contrast. Her lips latched around it greedily while her fingers slipped deeper, parting folds slick with heat. Above her, Gianna groaned loudly into Jeanette’s sex, the sound muffled by lips and wet flesh. Their bodies rocked in sync, hands gripping, guiding, encouraging.
Gianna’s fingers worked inside Jeanette with smooth practice strokes, crooking just right to make the younger beauty shudder and moan, her clit twitching against Gianna’s lips. Jeanette returned the favor with a deep, slow lick, trailing her tongue down further until she reached the tight ring of Gianna’s back entrance.
She circled it once with teasing curiosity before plunging her tongue forward, tasting the salt and sweetness of the bovine beauties’ most secret place. Gianna bucked and gasped, her fingers digging harder into Jeanette’s soft hips, her own orgasm edging closer. And yet they didn’t rush. They savored. Between licks and sucks, they paused to giggle, to moan, to slap each other’s thighs playfully before diving back in, licking, fingering, milking. Suckling.
The stone beneath them, soaked in the sound of wet mouths and whispered curses, their shared pleasure echoing out over the lake. They were a living ritual, two beautiful bisexual bodies indulging one another under the full moon on a stage meant for this very kind of act. By the time their thighs were shaking and their moans louder than the falls below, their orgasms were building loud and bright and ready to explode.
They stayed locked together, mouth to pussy, tongue to clit, hand to ass, grinding and drinking, tasting and giving, both of them holding off just long enough to make the release all the more divine. The moon burned bright overhead, casting silver over sweat and skin. As Jeanette’s thighs trembled above Gianna’s face. The older woman’s tongue danced with increasing urgency, lapping and sucking at that bold little clit like it was the last fruit on earth. Jeanette’s hips rocked, pressing down, her voice breaking into little gasps and whimpers. But she wasn’t passive, not even close. Her fingers curled hard into Gianna’s slick folds, and her mouth never left that throbbing clit, suckling like it was a teat, desperate and tender all at once.
Giana moaned deeply, the sound muffled by the flood of Jeanette’s pussy against her mouth. Jeanette returned the sound in kind, her own lips slick with the older woman’s arousal. They drove each other harder now, hands soaked, fingers sliding deep, curling, stroking. Their tongues found rhythm, perfect mirrored, one sucking greedily, the other probing with slow, forceful circles. Milk had been their first offering, sweet, shared, sacred. But now it was slickness, heat, nectar, their bodies opening to each other completely. And then it happened, Not a squirt, not a scream, but a deep, guttural release as both women arched in unison, thighs clamping, mouths sealed against pulsing flesh.
Their orgasms came not as a spray but a cascade, a flood of warmth and wetness that poured from them at the same time. It gushed from deep, soaking their faces, their thighs, the stone beneath them. It dribbled in rivulets, streamed like warm rain until the Nariatt altar was bathed in their scent. They collapsed together in the aftermath, giggling breathlessly, faces wet, mouths raw from the feast of one another.
Giana rested her head on Jeanette’s belly, both of them sticky with sex and moonlight, the air heavy with the perfume of climax. After a After a while they rose naked still, hand in hand again, leaving behind the sacred ruin of the frog folk, their fluids glistening on the stones like ancient anointment. They padded softly back down the slope toward the hot springs below, where their towels waited like old friends beneath the starlit canopy. And though neither said a word, they both knew they’d be back.
Comments
HTH Studios
Just uploaded the full Audio to Patreon, under the $10 Tier.
moonknight
Cool because I know on this audio reading, I click on the link. It takes me to your homepage and then it says, if you're a member of patreon hit refresh to access the audio and when they hit refresh it, then takes me to an error page and I think this one is at the ten dollar mark the other one is the fifteen dollar mark, so yeah, I was just wondering if it was a glitch or something
HTH Studios
I will look into that, in the mean time I will upload the audio version here as well.
moonknight
For some reason, I can't hear the audio takes me to the link, but it's asking me to be a $10 member which I am in the app. I don't know if this is a bug. Just asking
