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Obsidian Forest
I looked up into her eyes as she growled softly, holding my neck, lowering her hips again slowly. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to see how she was going to react to this. Surely she could not think I was here to challenge her for territory now. I mean- Who goes to conquer a forest with a hard-on? She held me for a while, just like that, with her hand on my throat, and then reached back with her other hand, taking my swollen cock into her slender fingers, feeling its weight, its length.. it’s girth.. about eight inches.. Average for my breed, as it were. I tensed up a bit, and closed my eyes, leaning my head back. She began to slowly stroke it, up and down, not holding too tight, making it twitch in her hand, and a rivulet of pre-cum dribbling down, wetting her hand. She brought it back, looking at the glistening streak, and then smeared it on her cheek. I throbbed even harder seeing her do that. She untied the strap over her shoulder that held the one-piece-swimsuit-like leather garment up, and it spilled around her hips, revealing her firm, beautiful breasts, velvety black, tipped in leathery black nipples. I gritted my teeth softly. Was she actually going for this? “Irisha gilaahn..” she said softly, her eyes half closed, as she brought some of the blood from my chest to her breast, and streaked it in several long, deliberate strokes over that velvety fur, a strange and mystical looking pattern, just as she had done in my fur. She then did the thing I was hoping she would do, but thought she surely would not. She backed up, reached to hold my cock up at the right angle for her, and sat on my lap, sinking eight inches of canine lust into her searing, tight sex. I shuddered heavily, and closed my eyes, smiling. It was so pleasurable that I completely forgot about the pain I had been in seconds ago. She began to slowly thrust her hips, up and down, gliding over my cock with her tight sex, gasping softly from time to time, holding my hands, but not very tight. It was actually fairly tender. At first. Then I was reminded, rather nicely, that she was wild. She held a little tighter, panting softly, as she began to buck her hips a bit harder against mine, our bodies thumping together rather heatedly, the wet, slick sounds of my thick cock slipping in and out of her tight sex filling the air, the strong scent of pheromones, bother hers and mine, dense in the afternoon air. She only increased the savageness of the attack, making every single stroke as if she were trying to kill me with it, grunting and growling ferociously, as her sex got wetter and tighter around me. I braced my feet finally, against the leafy ground, and began to thrust back into her, give her some of that power back. She wanted it harder and faster, and I was more than willing to help! She rutted against me, her teeth bared and clenched, her eyes shut tight, finally releasing my hands, as I put them on her hips, and placing her own hand on my chest, or my tummy, depending on how far she was leaning over as she slammed herself down on me again and again, taking me hot and hard now. I watched her, through slitted, pleasure-strained eyes, as she leaned back, suddenly grabbing my legs, and wailing, her cunny jerking tight, spasming over and over, wetness spewing from her sex, down my cock, before she slammed herself tight, and ground her fiery little clit against the base of my aching cock, riding out her soaking orgasm in my lap, coating my sack, which drew tight to my body, and my inner thighs with her sweet honey. I held her hips, encouraging her to go faster. She took my hands, and placed them above my head, panting softly, too sensitive for a moment to keep thrusting on me. I rolled my hips softly, not getting a lot of friction, both because of how wet she was, and because of how firmly she was pressing down against me. I whimpered softly, the burning tingling overtaking me. I was so close! finally, with a soft series of labored grunts, the gorgeous, sexy lady fox began to thrust back against me again, clenching her sex tight around my throbbing meat. It didn’t take more than a minute or two of that, before I arched by back, and just howled. She cupped a paw over my mouth, stifling it, growling, but in a very seductive and satisfied manner, as my howl got reduced to a really long whine. Thick, heavy spurts of canine seed coated the vixen’s deep inner walls, surging from my cock, filling her deeply, rushing in with rising heat up against her cervix as she crooned long and heavy, rolling her hips, tightening and relaxing her still soaking walls around my cock, milking every drop from me. I trembled for a while, just held there, on the forest floor by her. She could kill me now, it would not have mattered. I was in utter bliss. She held me like that for a while, riding me softly, with gentle motions of her hips, through my afterglow, until I was soft enough that I slipped out. Not a drop of that thick seed spilled from her tight sex, as she turned around, and licked my tender length softly, drawing her juices and her scent off of it. She then got up, and looked down at me, as I laid sprawled out on my back on the forest floor, bloody, beaten, and well fucked. She then lovingly and adoringly.. kicked me in the side of the head, knocking my sated ass out. I got my memories back as I looked through them. I was a journalist. I had come to take pictures and tell a story about the wilderness that as around this little town. Little had I suspected that my brush with the wild would be far more intimate than I could have ever dreamed. I submitted pictures and magazine articles, but never mentioned to anybody the sable-furred vixen, and the intensity of nature that she alone represented. She haunts my dreams and my darkest fantasies to this very day.
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