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Obsidian Forest
I looked at her as she whimpered there, tied up, her hands between her shins, her face in the leaves, her butt up in the air. Her tail was tucked between her legs, covering her and keeping her decent, and it made me realize that she was someone with modesty and feelings that could be hurt, and this was terribly emotionally distressing to her. Perhaps even damaging. I decided to stay and calm her, so that if I did run away, she at least knew that she wasn’t just humiliated and left there to die. I would make sure she could get out of it with a bit of work. I talked to her comfortingly, and sat down slightly behind and slightly beside her, so she could still see me, but I was not in any danger of being too close. She looked at me constantly, fearfully for a while. I finally reached over and caressed her lower back, which had been exposed in the position she was in. I caressed her slowly, and she growled, but I didn’t stop. I just continued to pet her. She eventually stopped growling, and let me touch as she watched me. I told her about how I was lost, and I didn’t know anyone, and I didn’t even speak the language here, talking soothingly and slow. She eventually relaxed a bit, as I scritched her lower back and near the base of her tail softly. As I used my claw tips against the base of her tail, that fluffy, voluminous tail flicked upward, over her back, seeming to enjoy the attention. The view it gave me had my cock aching and straining against my jeans almost instantly. Her soft black mound and slightly parted pink labia, traced by black, that velvety fur around it, her rump so tight and healthy. I swallowed softly, and continued to caress and rub her tail-base, as it seemed that she actually liked that. I watched her as she half closed her eyes, not looking at me really, and not carrying any discernible expression. did she want this? Did she want me to touch her more intimately? After what I had just done to her? What should I do?
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