Imagine the goat and lambs first 69
Alone in the Lands of the Old Faith, the two crown bearers rest dirty, sweaty, soaked in blood after stabbing and cleaving their way through unworthy fanatics of the Old Faith. the two caprine catch their breath, settling next to each other...at first. a basic touch of comfort turns into the two grasping for more, the two sharing a covenant of their muzzles. Yet such a kiss won't satisfy enough. their muzzles wander the valley of their bodies, kissing at each curious exposed bit of flesh...Lamb soon kissing down Goat's inward thigh...until the Lamb's lips massaged the dangling fleshy sack at the juncture of their legs. Such throbbing energy...yet they weren't to be outdone. hungry for the same they flipped the Lamb upside down, tasting them in the same way. The red and the purple fell to the dirty forest floor, both muzzles engulfing the freshly-erect roots between their legs. Excitement flares to an uncontrollable blaze between both their legs, hot and uncontrollable before a hot gush welcomed the throat of both, an expression of vivacious sensuality
