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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.

The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

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From: (Anonymous)

He tasted of himself on her; salty, musky; lingering just under her breath, and her lips were still hungry. Ondolemar wanted more too, but as much as he wanted to be able to force himself back to a peak of existence and stay there, he knew that it was out of his powers and he just had to wait.
“Lavender, I’m not talking about tomorrow, I’m talking about now”, Hryssa murmured against his lips. And even though he agreed with her, there were physical limits - even for him. His hands reminded him of how much he wanted her as they strayed over her hips and up along the sides of her round breasts, her nipples already hard against his chest; back down over buttocks and thighs, her body a curious new land: hard muscles under soft skin, a leaner counterpart to the bulky men of her race and probably twice as dangerous.
Then she started to move, as if she was about to sneak out of his embrace again, and he just couldn’t allow that. He held on to her tightly around her waist and was about to tumble over his pants and boots that still were stuck around his ankles when she turned out to be stronger than expected. He stepped out of his boots, kicked his pants away, but this action was enough for him to lose her. She gave him a quick smile, lips swollen, red and parted, then she turned her back against him and started walking further into the home. The stone floor was cold against the soles of his feet as he rushed after, grabbed her around her waist from behind. “You are not running away from me again”, he growled quietly against her ear.
“Again?” She was already breathing heavily and over her shoulder he could see her chest heaving, and the view was enough for his member to start swelling again. Ondolemar grunted, kissed the sensitive skin behind her ear, tasting her with tongue and teeth.
And she was still trying to leave.
He stumbled after her, moved his arm up around her chest and pulling her back close against him, the hand cupped over her breast.
“I don’t mean to be rude, Lavender but…” She gasped when he pinched her nipple, “...last time we met…” Another gasp as his free hand followed the lines of her abs down, over the softer pout just under her belly button; proceeded from her stomach, fingers combing through the bristly triangle of hair, already moist against the palm of his hand.
Hryssa stopped.
“Last time...”, she repeated, a shiver and a small yelp when he found her swollen knob between her folds, “...you didn’t want me.”
“I wanted you then as much as I want you now”, Ondolemar murmured against her neck, bit her a little harder just by her shoulder. Yes, he wanted her. His new erection was reminding him of that, and if that wasn’t enough, her firm buttocks on each side of his length was enough to make it twitch and throb, her sighs and broken sentences made a warmth grow in the deepest pit of his stomach, and he longed to hear her scream.
“No…” Hryssa breathed and let out a high pitched groan, “to say the least, you were… Ah… Conflicted.” Her throaty voice deeper, the rasp in it almost turning her words into whispers.
And there was a truth in her words.
“What...” she let out a muffled cry and her hips started to grind against his fingers. Whether she was aware of it or not, her motion made her buttocks move up and down against his groin, which made Ondolemar moan against her neck. “What changed your mind?” she finally asked.
Trying to answer that question with his mind occupied with what he had in his arms was too much to ask of him. Ondolemar wasn’t even sure himself. His hand cupped over her full breast, the view of the other one resting in the bend of his arm and the cleavage between them; her strong shoulder under his lips, her neck against his tongue - that was enough to yearn for, and simple natural lust could maybe be enough for any other man.

From: (Anonymous)

Awesome c8

From: (Anonymous)

thnx :D

From: (Anonymous)

Oh wow, this is a real treat.I'm really enjoying this so far, and I hope you'll update soon!

From: (Anonymous)

Awesome! Thanks, I'm glad you like it. There are some things planned, but the updates will be a bit sporadic for a while - real life reminding me of its existence and all that ;)