The Bleu Widow

@thebleuspider

When Harriet had brought up the topic of visiting her family with her she’d been mostly joking. Figuring Madilin might not be all that keen about going somewhere so rural. But when she seemed excited about it, Harriet decided that why not. A girls trip would be lovely. And she knew it would be cool enough back home that they wouldn’t have anything to fear from ticks or mosquitos that might put Madilin off of wanting to visiting in warmer months.

Harriets eyes watched the vehicles coming and going as they waited outside the airport doors, lighting up with recognition as a familiar old pickup entered the back of the line of cars picking and dropping people off. Spotted her brothers shaggy head sitting behind the wheel. “There he is.”

“Well, here we are.” Frasur announced as he turned the old rumbling truck off, hoping out to open up the back door for Madilin before heading for the trunk to grab luggage. “Where do you want this stuff?”

“You can bunk with me, or either of the guest rooms.” Harriet offered as she trotted up towards the house, throwing the door open. Madilin would be greet by the warm light of old lamps and the crackling fire in the hearth. An older woman stood up from one of the couches, setting aside a project onto the coffee table, pulling Harriet into a brief hug.

💙 "Oh! I would love to share wiz jou!" Her answer coming out in a glee-filled breath as she trotted around to where Harriet was, and immediately linking their arms together as she leaned against her friend. "Zough...Francis does take up a lot of ze bed." Giving her beloved little boy a fond glance back as the massive dog began to follow them in, seeming to have no problem making himself at home wherever he was much like his owner. Once inside Madilin's pale eyes did a quick sweep of their warm welcoming home, before landing on the older woman who greeted them.

It seems today was Jonathan's turn to give a self-satisfied smile as she questioned why he was out here. "Yes, an' I have a sight on ev'ry exit comin' this way," he replied. "Should be enough t' argue f'r a win over a stalemate. As f'r if I'm dying... Don't get me wrong, ma'am, this 's awful. But I've lived in worse. Back East in my home state, you'd see temps like this an' humidity besides. Dry heat like this 's much more comfortable, though it does turn ya int' a raisin a lot faster."

As if to prove what he was saying, the man dispensed himself a bag of his own, breaking off the cap and taking a swig of the contents. He would have used the needle, but he figured this would be more considerate of her feelings on the matter. "Believe it 'r not, yer tongue gets used to it after a couple swallows," he said, trying to be encouraging. "Think I will talk t' some of th' more chemical-minded folks on my team about some sort 'f sweetener t' add on days like this, though."

Send [💥🔁] for Receiver to trip, falling into Sender's arms.

💙Typically the slender vixen was flawless in the towering heels she wore so religiously, that she was more than certain no one besides a select two had ever seen her in anything else. It seemed though that fate had other plans for her, as the next step Madilin took around the corner caused her heel to catch on the seam in the floor. Instantly drawing a sharp surprised breath from the raven haired minx as she found herself flying forward. Before she could even think to catch herself, the slim bleu felt a set of strong hands catching her in an instant. It taking her a moment to gather herself as her heart raced from the adrenaline of the fall, and the sheer embarrassment of someone catching her being anything but perfect.

💙"Oh, merci." Madilin murmured in a soft grateful breath, before her words faded on her tongue in awe as she looked up to see who had been so nice enough to catch her. Her pale blue eyes instantly climbing up the beautiful towering beast of a man that held her, making her debate whether or not she even wanted to pull out of his grasp at all. "It must be mon lucky day to 'ave such a 'andsome guardian angel.~" The sultry kitten purred out in a satin lined breath as she steadied herself on her feet again, though not making attempts to pull away from him as she kept her slime porcelain hands on his forearms.

💋Mon dieu! At first there were no words capable of being said as the lithe dame was suddenly bucked into similar to a rider on a bull. The sheer size of him lighting up every delicious nerve-ending as her body squeezed around his girth, making it impossible for him to miss any inch as he stimulated her in ways very few men could. Hog didn't need to go as fast as some to get the same punch behind his hips, and the way Madilin clung to his hands spoke more than she could on how much she was enjoying herself. Her silky voice heavy with pleasure as she could only moan out as the heavy kept her steady in place, yet somehow making beads of sweat glisten over her porcelain skin.

The louder she got the quieter he did, his enjoyment not lost but his breath stollen by the sultry noises she gave him, his grunts replaced by wheezy exhales, all noises but his breathing quieted in order to savor every sweet cry that fell from her soft lips.

With the mask she couldn’t see the reverences in his gaze, but the sweet doe-eyed look his pig mask offered gave a similar feel. Hog was enraptured by her beauty, the bewitching display pulling him towards orgasm as he managed to pick up the pace a little. His one reliable pounding growing twitchy.