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The chimera let her legs drift slowly apart where she lay there on the riverbank, hands up behind her head and eyes closed, just enjoying the pleasant warmth of the day: from the whispering of wind in the trees to the murmuring of the water near her hooves, to the gentle touch of grass and gravel beneath her body and the sweet, heavy sag of natural weight between her legs, shifting down between her thighs now that she finally had a chance to free herself... she wet her lips, swallowed, and sighed again, then once more slid her legs together just to let them pull apart.

Smooth, slightly oily skin stuck to warm fur, her heavy balls receding naturally down between her legs. A handful of days without a wash, the usual daily work and grit and grime, and now she finally had the chance to do so yet still wanted to indulge in the rare sensation a little bit longer. As soon as she had tossed her clothing to the side, and even in the process of doing so, her own gathered scent had wafted up and tickled at her nose - and immediately stirred a touch of sweet, indulgent arousal upon doing so. So naturally she had reached down, slid her fingers between where her sack stuck to her thigh like a spatula, let the gathered slickness smear across her, and then sniffed at it.

And now where she lay here, every now and then that scent drifted back up towards her again. She loved the feeling, the _sensation_of the warmth and weight, the slight lingering tickle from so long spent without a wash, the gentle stickiness of old sweat dried almost to a crust within the wiry fur of her balls and sheath.

Terra shifted where she lay and slipped one hand down from under her head, giving herself another heft and bounce, letting that weight stir within her palm, and then moving back up towards her sheath. A little pinch to the lips stuck folds of supple skin together, holding there for a moment and then pulling naturally apart; the chimera sighed softly, ran a forefinger and thumb down near the base of her sheath, gave herself a little tug, and then couldn't help but shiver at the slow, sticky roll of thick skin across sensitive flesh underneath.

Her own scent drifted up and wrapped around her again. The chimera paused there, sheath held partially back around the blunted head of her equine shaft, sunlight glistening off the natural wetness of her buried length after so long spent within; she gave herself a jiggle, indulged in the gentle smacking of moist skin and flesh pulling apart and then squishing back together, then again shifted so she could reach her other hand down as well. One clutched around the rim of her sheath while the other started to tease inwards, fingers slipping within the thick, supple skin, sliding easily between the layers there: this wet warmth seeped through her fur, spreading across the surface of her head and her shaft just inside, gathered sweat and liquid musk dribbling free.

The chimera rested her head back and sighed again, legs spread further, balls pulling slowly up towards her body with the sensation. Soon a second stirring began underneath her as well, and in another moment she dropped both of her hands away to make room for her serpentine tail to slide up in between, forked tongue already flicking out from its little mouth. Sharp, knowledgeable eyes flashed up to her - she saw herself in those eyes, reflected as well as literally: Terra shared her senses with Za'va, as well as vice-versa - and then back down to her stirring, plumping sheath. A thick strand of sticky wetness hung between her fingers and the lip; the chimera drew her hand back until that strand broke, then brought her fingers up to her nose, sniffed...

...and pulled deeper and deeper of her own scent, both from here as well as from the snake's head as it slipped closer to her own sheath. Her own eyes closed, she saw through Za'va's view between her legs: all the overlapping wrinkles of dense, velvety skin, the glimmering coating of sweat and scent, the thicker, rougher tuft of pubic fur gathered down around the base of her sheath and sack, all drawing the serpent further forward. A little shiver bounced through the chimera's body when it first nuzzled up between her balls, immediately washing both of them in that rich scent straight from the source: dry and high, a little bit spicy, a little bit heavy, and of course _deeply_intoxicating.

Up above Terra turned her head to the side and smeared her slightly moistened fingertips across her upper lip, yet again redoubling the cling of her own musk. On and on Za'va went, little forked tongue tickling out across her sensitive skin, drawing up closer, teasing at the rim of her sheath even as it rolled slowly further back around her shaft. It took effort to keep her hands from touching herself, but for now she just wanted to enjoy it, as though she really were nuzzling in between her own legs.

Smelled like it, tasted like it, felt like it. Her lips parted open when Za'va dug its tongue slightly beneath the rim of her sheath where her fingers had just been, then scrunched up again as the serpent's head pushed itself further, that skin starting to roll up and over the tapered front of its snout. The intensity of the heat and scent there flooded over her, forcing her to arch her back and squirm where she lay; Terra covered her nose with her other hand, musk already dripping down into her palm, and breathed deeply from inside her sheath, serpent's tongue flicking out and around the girth of her shaft to coax it out further. In between the natural wrinkles of soft skin, across the lines of veins, back and forth again and again. Saliva gave way to sweat and scent, this slimy moisture quickly coating the inside of the serpent's maw and throat; Terra swallowed, then did so again as though she herself could feel it as well. She squirmed, stirred, lifted up, then reached down to roll her sheath further up around her tail's now halfway-buried head, the soft-firm flesh of her shaft squishing to the side to allow it room.

Greasy, slick, slimy, a little bit sticky, each of these magnifying further with Za'va's breaths... Terra squirmed again, squished her sheath up around her tail, and gave a little thrust upwards against the extra presence there within her skin. Her sheath started to naturally roll back from there, and did so with a gentle wet slop as sticky skin pulled away from smooth scales. Za'va tugged its head free, dazed with the weight of her musk.

So Terra ran her fingers along her nose again. She could bear putting off her bath for a little while longer.