). А то несправедливо, что такой большой и известный в свое время мод остается недоступным на EE.
и команды Аэри уже включен в мод и он хороший. Но оказалось, что остаются непереведенные строки! Это описание эротических сцен между ГГ и Кьярой. Очень красивые, но ОЧЕНЬ большие тексты, поэтому за них, видимо, и не взялась
в свое время. Хорошо бы их доперевести и отослать для обновления полностью готовый архив.
Если никто не возьмется, я попробую сам, но тогда это будет нескоро... Т.к. я параллельно кодирую еще два мода и перевожу третий...
Вот они. 18+, поэтому прячу под спойлер..
@9000 =~Kiara's kisses feel almost desperate as you make your way to your room, her welcoming lips fluttering beneath yours like wounded doves. Her soft mouth forms a perfect seal around yours, her every breath merging with yours. She becomes lost in your kisses, clinging to you like a drowning woman would cling to a bit of driftwood. You find yourself no less adrift in her embrace, drowning together in the sea of shared passion. The taste of eagerness on your beloved's lips is sweet, anticipation quivering in every touch of mouth to mouth. Kiara's hands entwine her fingers with yours, the warmth of her passion ardently matching the flames of desire burning deep within you. The rising purr in the back of her throat reverberates against yours, matching the growing moan that quickly escapes your attempts to suppress it. The moment seems to last a lifetime, and yet is over all too quickly, the pressure of needing to breathe finally separating the two of you.
Kiara smiles up at you, a hint of shyness present in her luminescent eyes, then brushes back a loose strand of silken hair from her face, the fiery tendril smelling of the earth, of exotic hyacinth, of young clover. As she leans back against the door to your room, her normally graceful hands suddenly fumbling as they attempt to turn the knob, Kiara leans against you to steal one more kiss, melding her sinuous body against yours. She pulls you closer, teasing your tongue with her own, inviting you wordlessly to deepen the exquisite kiss, to explore her mouth and learn every bit of it, to search out the very depths of her soul. Alas, such poignant moments cannot last forever, and the kiss breaks as Kiara successfully opens the door. Her backward momentum pulls her away from you and breaks the mesmerizing dream you briefly shared. Kiara lowers her eyelashes, her full, luscious lips trembling slightly.
Slowly, she opens her eyes, finding your gaze locked upon her. As gentle as a feather, she takes your hand in her smaller one and raises it to her face, caressing her petal-soft cheek with the back of your hand. A wonderful shiver passes through her body, her every languid motion a silent moan of desire. You pull her closer again, enfolding her in your embrace, once more covering her sensuous mouth with yours. This kiss, though it doesn't last as long, is just as intense, flushing Kiara's cheeks with rosy warmth. You can almost taste her yearning; her desire to be one with you is sweeter than honey. As you move forward yet again, seeking her lips, Kiara puts a hand to your chest, her eyes pleading with you to stop a moment.
Gently, Kiara raises your right hand to her lips, her questing tongue tasting the salty residue of sweat on your skin, then gives you a few tender nips which cause tiny surges of pain to flood through your body, quickly followed by waves of relief. She brings your longest finger to her lips, first nibbling the tip daintily, then sucking the whole of the digit into her mouth. The wash of feelings flooding your soul as she runs her tongue around that finger ignites a fire deep inside you. Closing your eyes, you let your body revel in the sensations that her warm mouth produces. Just before your body screams for release from the sweet torment, Kiara plants a gentle kiss gingerly in the palm of your hand, wisps of her long hair tickling your pleasure-sated skin.
Kiara moves her focus to your neck, her teeth softly pulling at the tender flesh, her hot breath breezing through your hair as she continues ever downward. When her full lips cross the neckline of your shirt, Kiara ever so slowly pulls it open, wanting nothing more than to feel her soft cheek against the solid, muscled flesh of your chest, and to listen to your heart beat. As the passion burns ever hotter within you, you sense Kiara's need as great as your own, and pull her back up. You press your questing lips firmly onto her gently teasing ones, demanding entrance to the warm cavern of her mouth.
You slide your fingers up the back of Kiara's neck, tangling them in the mass of hair at her nape, your grasp gently pulling her head back. Your lips and tongue wander from her mouth to her throat, showering her with warm kisses. A deep moan escapes Kiara, the very vibration of it tickling the tip of your tongue as you trail it across her beautiful neck. You begin to loosen her robe, exposing the satin skin underneath. Pulling back, you pause to admire the magnificence of her body revealed in the dim light, as lithe and supple as a panther, with all of the understated strength and grace of that creature. The passion you've ignited brings a certain tautness to every well-defined muscle.
You lower your head to the irresistible swell of her breast, trailing kisses along its turgid fullness. A tremor shakes Kiara's body, and her hand rises to the back of your head, seemingly of its own accord, pushing your closer to her young, firm flesh. Her breath quickens, each inhalation pressing her breast forward into your eager mouth. Kiara pulls back from you ever so slightly to lie down on the bed, using your shirt to pull you down atop her and pinning your strong arms against her soft, yielding body. You read her every thought, anticipating her need, and allow her to tug the offending shirt away as she runs her nimble fingers up your arms. This simplest of touches sends flames of desires shooting through your body and causes your manhood to swell with the need of her.
As you look into Kiara's eyes, she averts her gaze slightly, her hands gently nudging your head towards her lovely bare breasts. Kiara preens, arching her back, as your eyes drink in the beauty before them. An adorable mewling noise slips from her throat. "Please," she whispers. Obedient to her wishes, you cover each creamy breast with kisses. Kiara's heartbeat throbs beneath your wandering lips, her flesh heaving with each of her rasping, shallow gasp. "Slower.." she breathes, her voice barely audible even to your attentive ears.
You are ever responsive to your lover's desires, running your fingers along the length of her arm and feeling the building hear beneath your callused fingertips. You slide one arm beneath hers, capturing her nearness and softly whisper her name. "Kiara...my Kiara.." Slowly your mouth makes its way towards her stiffened nipple, and you begin circling it with your tongue, teasing and caressing her flesh with your lips. The rippling shivers coursing through Kiara's body causes her breasts to jiggle pleasantly against your face.
When you lift your mouth from her bosom, Kiara positions herself on top of you, massaging your skin with her breasts, alternately tickling you and inundating you with waves of pleasure and desire. Kiara shudders as you rise up to meet her, covering her neck and chest with your warm, wet tongue once again, taking your time to cover every inch of her full, creamy breasts. Feeling your firm body pressing against her, Kiara murmurs her need for you, begging you with eyes and soul for your touch. The simple words and eloquent silences act like air to a smoldering fire, fanning the flames of desire to a roaring blaze burning throughout your body. Freeing some of the raging passion, you take her face in your hands and pull Kiara's mouth to yours, devouring her lips and drawing her tongue deep into your mouth, suckling it lightly.
As you release Kiara's mouth, you roll again, placing her on her back. Kiara opens her legs to you, allowing your body to fit with hers. As she does, you steal the opportunity to run your fingers along one silky thigh and caress her hip. Your every touch causes her to thrust upwards to meet you, moans of pleasure and deepest desire taking shape under your masterful caresses. Gently you rise from her embrace, and through her half-lidded eyes, Kiara watches you stand before her as you allow your trousers to drop to the floor. Your proud manhood stands to attention, evidence of your strong need and desire, though Kiara doesn't seem afraid of its prodigious size. She seems to sense that you'll not take your pleasure just yet, despite the obvious passion burning in your loins.
Naked now, you reach down to take Kiara again into your arms, kissing her not softly, but instead giving her a kiss aflame with the fires of passionate desire. You feel your heart beating in unison with hers, your very soul melting into her own. Kiara tenderly runs her feet up the back of your calves, her motion stirring the air and tickling the hair on your legs. Her small hands massage the tight muscles of your back and shoulders, working at the tension in your taut body. Almost lazily, your hands explore her full, rounded breasts, then lower to her stomach, caressing her skin, kneading it, feeling her body undulate beneath your every touch. A moan of pleasure rises from deep in Kiara's throat as your fingers trace a trail from the curve of her hip to her inner thigh, inching your way towards her sweet, smooth mound. As your fingers wander ever closer to the centre of her pleasure, a sudden thrill of desire causes Kiara to shriek, her legs tightening around you, every bit of her luscious body begging for more of your intimate touches.
Seeing how totally Kiara's body responds and feeling the wetness engulfing your hand drives you nearly to the brink of passion, but with some difficulty, you restrain your inclination to seek your ultimate fulfillment. You press your lips to the juncture of Kiara's legs, alternating kissing and breathing warm air over the sensitive nodule, caressing her with your tongue and mouth. Suddenly, Kiara's body begins to shake, her legs stiffening and locking around you tightly. Her back arches like a cat in heat, sending her beautiful breasts jutting high into the air. Her cries of pleasure are sweeter than any music you can ever remember.
You slide your body up the length of Kiara's then, fitting yourself between her open legs. You plunge your tongue deep into her mouth, your body feeling completely aflame with the heat of passion, demanding its own satiation. As your tongue finds its desired destination in the honeyed sweetness of her mouth, your rigid, swollen manhood finds the welcoming warmth of her as you bury yourself deep within her in one intense motion, pressing swiftly through the barrier obstructing your entrance to her. Kiara cries out, notes of pleasure and pain mingled in her passionate tones, drowning in the bittersweet agony of her desire. Pleasure quickly wins out over the initial surge of pain, and Kiara's hips thrust up to meet yours, your bodies settling into a blissful rhythm, each giving and taking from the other. Kiara starts to vibrate once more, a high crooning gasp escaping her as she digs her nails into your back, scoring your skin and pulling you down to feel your hard chest pressed against the soft, giving warmth of her breasts. The intensity of her reaction sends your body over the edge, and you feel suddenly as if you were falling -- no, flying, entwined with your lover in passion's sweet oblivion. Kiara pulls you tight a final time, shuddering as you fill her with your seed. As you lay your head on her shoulder, both panting with the exertion, Kiara strokes the side of your face, whispering tenderly "I love you..."~
@9001 = ~Kiara leads you by the hand into the bedroom up the narrow stairs. She stops outside the door frame, the overhead light silhouetting her lithe, taut body, the muscles rippling from years of training as a monk. Her crimson hair wreathes her face like an incarnadine crown, and it briefly tickles your face, carrying a hint of jasmine into your nostrils. Kiara leans in and forces her lips to yours, the kiss lasting until your lungs burn in yearning for more oxygen. She pulls back, a wicked smile on her salty red lips, and she motions you into the room. As you shuffle forward, she gives your backside a teasing slap, sending a sharp sting through your body.
Once inside, Kiara strides before you, slowly taking off her robe, revealing her tanned body, her light scars gleaming in the moonlight, contrasting with her browned skin. You notice her inviting breasts, begging to be caressed, but Kiara presses her hand to your chest, making you stop. She walks around you, slowly removing your clothes, grazing your body with the lightest of touches, her fingertips tracing the definition of your muscles. Kiara goes behind you and ties your hands together with a black scarf; the silky fabric smooth against your skin. She takes another scarf and ties it around your eyes; now you're in abject darkness. You sense Kiara standing in front of you then she is gone. As you blindly look for her, you feel a slight breeze tickle the finest of your hairs the air moving in a circular fashion. The swirl of air stops, and the only thing you can hear is the sound of both yours and Kiara's breath. Then you feel her light lips kiss your neck, causing you to shiver in anticipation. You feel Kiara's moist breath in your ear, telling you not to move. Suddenly, you are left alone; your ears strain trying to hear her in the other parts of the room...
You barely hear Kiara's light footfalls, her monk training allowing her to move as quiet as a cat. You feel apprehensive and then jump as Kiara softly touches your shoulder.. She chuckles as you feel her warm breath on the back of your neck. This feeling is inviting until you feel something soft, almost fragile, lazily make its way along your shoulder, causing goose bumps to rise, a slight ticklish sensation that builds and you realize Kiara has a feather in her hands.
She runs the feather slowly, softly over your shoulders and down your back. Lower and lower until she skims the top of your backside, back and forth, up and down, sending ripples of electrical pleasure up your spine. She goes further down and follows the contours of your rear, the gentle sensation driving you crazy. As you shiver with pleasure, Kiara harshly tells you to "Stay put. Do not move again."
She runs the feather over your inner thighs where the skin is extra sensitive. You shiver in response and again she chuckles. Next she runs the feather down one leg and tickles the back of your knee. You moan and try to move the knee away... *SMACK* She swats you on the backside with her open palm, sending a brief flare of pain up through your body and you put your leg back. Kiara tickles the other knee; you moan and squirm slightly. Kiara pulls the feather down to one ankle and tickles the top of your feet, causing you to waver on your feet as the pleasure conflicts with your ability to stand. She moves the feather up and down the back of your legs as she crawls in front of you
Kiara runs the feather up one leg to the knee, and when she starts to go further up, your breath hitches in anticipation. She bypasses the area you really want her to play with and stands up. She starts again at your shoulders and neck, running the feather softly side to side across your chest, Kiara enjoying your fidgeting discomfiture, occasionally stopping for you to regain your control.. She makes it to one of your nipples and she teases it with the tip of the feather; causing the nipple to pucker up hard before doing the same to the other side.
Kiara leans forward and softly kisses one of your nipples; you shudder at the touch of her soft lips. She smiles and flicks out her tongue to lick at one nipple then the next. You moan again and she bites a nipple lightly, causing a prickle of pain, and then soothes it with her tongue. As she kisses and bites him she moves the feather further down; running it slowly down your stomach and playing around your belly button, her fine nails causing white lines to appear on your tanned skin before the blood rushes back in and .
Kiara reaches forward with the feather, stroking the inside of the thigh and touches the sensitive skin at one hip with her other and laughs at your energetic jump from her touch. .
She decides to go ahead and play nice. The feather slowly goes down and reaches the base of your groin. She teases you there for several seconds until your hips start jerking. She pulls away again, letting you calm down for several seconds. Your manhood is standing out by now and she start to slowly circle it with the feather around and around.
"Do you want more?" she asks. You moan. She smacks one of your cheeks with her hand, hard, and then the other cheek, leaving bright red hand prints. "I asked you a question."
"Yes, I want more," the strained response comes from your lips.
She drops the feather and her other hand rubs your buttocks. She slowly starts to kiss your stomach, leaving a wet trail with her mouth, giving slight nips with her teeth, and then stroking your manhood. Your hips strain forward as she increases the rhythm of her caresses until Kiara stops abruptly, leaving you panting fast, shallow breaths, your head thrown back in pleasure and the sensations overwhelm your darkened world.
"Do you want to me?" she asks.
You try to speak but nothing comes out. She sees you swallow, and a raspy "Yes" finally comes out. She smiles and licks her way up your body, stopping to nip at each nipple and ends up kissing your lips, long and languorously.
She pulls away again and goes behind you, undoing the scarf at your wrists. Kiara rubs your wrists to get the circulation back, the sudden rush of blood sending delectable pain and pleasure in equal measure into your hands, heightened further. She reaches up, unties the blindfold and you blinks in the sudden light, black spots pulsating before your eyes when you feel a delectable pain on your shoulder, causing you to gasp. As you look, you make out Kiara's outline, bite marks left behind from her kissable lips.
She walks in front of you and when you take a step towards her, she says, "Stop," and you come to a halt.
Kiara walks over to the bed and lies down on the mound of pillows. Her hands run up and down her full breasts, the nipples hard points, and she pulls and twists at them. She puts a finger in her mouth and sucks it, in and out. She then runs her finger down from her lips; leaving a wet trail down to one of her breasts; she teases the nipple a little then runs it down her stomach. She goes in and out of her belly button once, just a suggestion of what is to come. She runs the wet finger down to her mound and slowly opens her legs and spreads them wide, and she starts to caress herself, moaning all the while.
"Come here" she orders, as she puts her finger in her mouth.
You slowly walk to the bed and Kiara guides you between her legs. Her hands roughly grab you and pull you further down on the bed; she buries your head in her love nest, urging you onward. Kiara cries out and jerks her hips up to meet your tongue, her legs locking like a vice around your head, the pressure building in your forehead.
Kiara starts to scream loudly, and each scream is punctuated by another bucking between her shudders and rasping breaths.
However, Kiara regains her self-control, and she pulls your head up by the hair, pressing her lips tightly to yours, tasting herself on you.
Kiara then grabs your hardness into her and thrust herself onto you. She moans, grabs your hips with her iron-strong legs, and pulls you deep toward her. As she starts to buck, she urges you to increase the tempo. Kiara cries out with each thrust, her breath starts to come in quick rushes. As she senses your incipient eruption, she presses her lips firmly to yours, and sucks your very breath away, then biting the edges of your lips, allowing the blood to flow in your mutual kiss, her nails raking your very back, and you feel a cool chill run up your spine as a faint breeze in the room crosses your back.
However, the moment finally comes, and you explode between pleasure and pain in Kiara's embrace, when you both fall to the bed, sharing a last ragged breath. Kiara gives a smile in your direction, then pushes you off of her, rolling you to the other side of the bed, before draping herself across your bronzed chest, her eyes half-lidded, murmuring pleasantly, "Mine..."~
@9002 = ~Kiara looks ravishing, standing there at the top of the stairs. Her vibrant red hair flows in waterfall-like tendrils over her shoulders and down to her partially covered, full breasts, her robe haphazardly drawn across her body. Her skin resembles something akin to alabaster with a blush that was present just beneath it and her eyes glow with an eerie, emerald likeness. At this hour, though, you are amazed that they are even glowing at all. You step back, in the shadow of the banister, and wait to see what Kiara's next step will be. You see that she is breathing heavily, her heaving bosom raising upwards and just as quickly, lowering to its normal level. She has a fine sprinkling of perspiration over her brow, while you can smell dampness arising from her hair along with a faint lilac scent, evidence she just took a bath.
You sense urgency radiating from her, as she scans the bottom floor. You feel a rise in your britches and struggle to keep your thoughts tame. How your body wanted her, how your muscular arms wanted to hold her, a growing crescendo of desire subsuming your body as your mind remembers the first time you made love. Now your brow is the one damp with sweat, a single, salty bead of perspiration rolls down your cheek. Your heart thuds against your chest as you step out from the shadows. Kiara gasps when she sees you him and takes off retreating into her room.
You race up the stairs, chasing after her, knowing that she isn’t that far in front of you. Your eyes adjust to the darkness easily and see that the entrance is empty. Suddenly, you feel a rush of air from behind you, from the back of the opened door, and you reach out with a hand, capturing Kiara by her arm, swinging her around until she stands in front of you. Her mouth opens, and you feel the hot breath escape her, and she licks her lips, as she whispers, "Are you worthy of my attention?"
She reaches over, and starts to kiss your fingers, sliding her welcoming tongue along a digit. You almost lose yourself in passion when you feel a flare of pain, and see that Kiara has bit your hand. She smiles, as she continues, "Don't...take...me...for...granted..."
Her eyes widen, and you can see into the depths of those emerald pools. Her chest was heaves with her breathing. You step closer and fall into heaven as her firm breasts brushed against your chest. You feel her nipples harden through her clothing. Your find your restraint as Kiara's mesmerizing gaze entrances you, emptying you of all but the most basic thoughts. The single most thought in your mind is how it would feel to have her lips press on yours. You succumb to your desires and lean in.
As your lips close on hers, you hear a sound rise from the back of Kiara's throat, one of eagerness and anticipation. You feel the fight drain from her as his your lips sweep over hers, her mouth eagerly opening. Your tongue gains access to the dark corners of her mouth, her mouth still sweet from the wine imbibed earlier that evening.
So this was how passion tastes, you think to yourself, a taste of heaven. Your hands come up Kiara's fiery hair, still moist from her bath, and you pull her head back and greedily feast on her neck. Your lips can't cover enough skin, can't devour enough of her velvet, and can’t taste enough of her. She gasps as your teeth gently nip her shoulder. Kiara trembles in your arms, her presence inciting a flare of fiery passion within you. Her arms encircle your back, fingers digging into your waistband. Kiara presses herself closer, her lips came nibbling at the corners of your mouth. The hand in her hair gently pulls her back from you so that she faces you once more.
"Never hesitate..." Kiara whispers, gazing into your face, strength showing on her features, "If I am to be yours...you are to be mine..."
She nips at you with her heart shaped mouth, and testily says, "I'd like a response from you..."
You see a grimace tug at the corners of her mouth as she awaits a reply. Your emotions flare up in a whirlwind of love and desire, and you answer her by yanking a hand free from her hair bringing it down, so that you have free access to her chest. Your other hand frees itself from her hair and nimbly opens her robe in front and enjoy the view. Creamy white breasts with sienna colored nipples, achingly hard, are almost more than you can bear to see. You draw a turgid peak into your mouth and begin to suckle. Kiara's head drops back and a soft moan escapes her mouth. Your hand opens Kiara's robe further, allowing it to slide to the ground, exposing her lithe form. As Kiara writhes under your touch, you suddenly desire to stare into the liquid jade of Kiara's eyes as you pour yourself into her. You lower her to the ground, taking off your own garment, the moonlight exposing your well-toned body, the darkness obscuring the faint scars earned in your travels. You stretch out beside her, Kiara's hands roaming over your body, touching this and fondling that, each caress sending an electric pulse moving through your body. You suck in your breath as Kiara finds your manhood and caresses, causing a fierce tremor to ripple through your body and in her hand.
Kiara looks into your eyes, opening her mouth as if to say something, but your lips come down on hers just then, stifling whatever she was going to say. Your hand finds her, sweetly wet and swollen. She arches against your hand and feels her extremities go numb. Kiara's musky scent is carried in the night air, and her body throbs under your touch. You stroke her once, twice, and you feel Kiara shudder as waves of pleasure cascades through her. You start to stroke her again, and Kiara trembles against you, moans escaping her mouth, and soon she is arching against you, and taking shallow breaths, when you suddenly stop. Kiara's eyes flash open, a dangerous glint rising in her slitted eyes.
All of a sudden, something much softer is in place over her womanhood. Smoothing over it and gliding effortlessly into her. On her and in her. Kiara closes her eyes again, arching her head backward as your tongue swept over her core, over and over again. Kiara's legs tense, and her legs clutch at you, and a scream breaks the night’s silence as the wave of pleasure that envelops her leaves her tingly in all her extremities, her eyes glassing over, her body still tense.
“Relax love..." you whisper to Kiara. You have her attention now. Her eyes clear, and she opens herself to you, her arms reaching behind your back to pull you down into herself. Up and down you move until Kiara lies gasping, her legs wrapping tightly around your waist. She arches her back as you increase your tempo, until you feel your own incipient insatiable build up, and you both explode with cries of pleasure.
You collapse onto Kiara, and her arms come up, surrounding you, and pulling you close. She softly caresses your cheek, kissing away the beads of sweat, and whispers, "I love you..."~