Obsidian Forest
by Alps Aris Sarsis

This beauty of vixen kind on her hands and knees, presenting to me so longingly, rubbing herself needfully.. I could not possibly deny her what she was asking, and if I was misjudging, and this was not what she wanted, then I deserved to die for the mistake. But I knew I was right. I moved up behind her, as she tickled her slit a bit more, rubbing her folds. As I got behind her, my hand on my shaft, rubbing slowly, spreading my pre up and down its length, she spread her labia for me, whining longingly, looking back over her shoulder at me with an adorable needy face. I nodded to her softly, rubbing the tip of my solid, throbbing dick at the entrance of her cunny. She rolled her hips against it softly, loving the touch, and backing up a bit, trying to impale herself on me. 

That was more than enough coaxing. I placed my hands on her hips as she sank her vixen rump back, and took my full length up into her sex. She hilted me, and just bared down had, groaning eagerly. I felt her tight walls clenching around me, testing my size, enjoying me. The vixen was unaccustomed to canines, it would seem, at least of my breed, so she took a little while to savor me, and then began to roll her hips. I gritted my teeth. 

Normally, I would be the one thrusting away into her lovely tight sex, but in this case, she seemed to be a very take charge kind of girl. I leaned back, holding my ankles, as I watched her rock her body back and forth, taking my cock as she pleased, whimpering loudly, as she slid up and down my shaft. I whimpered softly as well, feeling her taking me like that. It was the most exquisite possible pleasure. I felt like she was using her mouth on me, for how ho that sex was, and how tight she could hold me inside her. My thick cock stretched her nicely, and her walls held tight to the flesh of my length, as she moved faster, slamming her hips into mine, as I watched the graphic view of my cock sinking deep into her. I grunted softly, holding my ankles, and called out a warning for her to slow down, I was gonna pop! 

Then I realized she had no idea what I was saying, and I just held tight, trying to hold back. I wanted to feel those tight lips clamp around my cock so badly! I wanted to feel her milking me as she came! I held on and held on, but as she bucked hard, frenzied, I let go. I just couldn’t hold back anymore. I cried out a long, powerful yelp, and then, almost immediately, so did she! I felt her slick sex clutching my length as I sent hot wet ropes of canine cum deep into her, letting it flood her sex, and trickle into her womb, as she milked me dry, crying into her arms, stifling herself, as she rode out her climax with me practically locked inside her. My chest heaved as I panted, holding her hips, and caressing her back as she just rutted slowly back against me. Finally, sated, she moved forward, pulling off of me, trickling a bit of that viscous white fluid between her thighs, into the leaves.

After we got dressed, the vixen took me to a little cottage. The cottage was sturdy, but quaint, and evidently her home. She invited me in, and I followed. She had a table with only one chair. I was led to it, and sat down. The sweet and tender vixen prepared a meal for me, fed me, and made it obvious that my memories coming back was no longer a matter of importance. As far as I was concerned, this was where I belonged.


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