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Obsidian Forest
She breathed in deeply, holding me a little less tightly around the throat, and I decided that she could probably get away with a bit more, because of how she was calming, and she looked like she was starting to get into it. She probably needed it more now than I did. I carefully placed my hands on her shoulders, and pushed her back, making her shuffle a bit, as she looked into my eyes with a stern expression, tightening her grip around my throat. I felt the tip of my cock touch against her slick labia. Yeah, she was hot already. She gasped, and pulled away, then, looking back at my face, she brought her hips up, and moved one of her hands down between her legs, stroking her wet cunny with her fingers, over my swollen, aching cock. Every time I moved to try to push it up against her, she would tighten her grip around my throat. She sped up a bit, with her fingers over her labia, whipping side to side over her clit, her knuckles touching my cock from time to time, sending a chill up my spine. God I wanted her! but I could not do anything but lay there, as she started to pleasure herself, while I watched. If I moved, she squeezed, and I knew she could kill me and not care at all about it. I didn’t know why she was doing this, but I supposed that she didn’t want to be aroused, and was going to satisfy herself before I convinced her to let me take her. She then slowly turned around, pinning my arms under her shins tightly, her sex a foot or so from my face, over my chest, as she tucked a hand under her, and placed her other hand on my hip. She stroked her wet, swollen lips with her index and ring fingers, her black claws seeming to spur her on nicely, as she tickled her clit with them. Her lips were spread wide for me as she pressed two fingers into herself, releasing an excited gasp, and lurching her hips down on those fingers. I wanted to move my hands. I wanted to use my tongue. Anything to pleasure her, but she had me pinned so I could do nothing. Suddenly, I felt her hand wrap around my throbbing cock, and begin to pump eagerly. I groaned, and my mind washed with pleasure, burning and consuming me. Why was she doing this? Pleasing herself now made sense, but doing it to me as well did not. I felt her hand let go a moment, then return, wet and slick. I realized that she had licked it, as she pumped my cock eagerly, panting and whimpering, for a while, just stroking us both. I thought she would be resigned to bring both of us like that, before I felt wet, intense heat take my length. She had put her mouth around me. I arched my back softly, almost blowing my load right then, barely recovering, as her head bobbed up and down, her hand around the base, still rubbing and then caressing my sack which was tight against my body. She stopped stroking herself suddenly, and pressed her hips back, stuffing my muzzle into her slick pussy. I stuffed my tongue into her as deep as I could, and she moaned loudly, bringing her hand back to her clit, strumming it a bit, until I began to lick the little nub with my tongue. What she wanted, evidently. She moaned around my aching cock, and then, squeaked loudly around it, practically screaming through her nose, as I sputtered, her juices splashing my face, as she rutted hard against my face, rubbing her soaking, pouring pussy up and down the bridge of my muzzle, drenching my face with her honey, as I licked eagerly, trying to get it. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I burst, grunting a loud warning just before it hit. She took the first powerful volley of my cum right down her throat, and then the next along her tongue, as she drew her head back, before bringing her hand back to my cock, pumping feverishly, my seed splashing over her face and muzzle, as she swallowed desperately, and resumed panting, as my white jets arced over her ears, and spattered along her neck and face. She laughed. I listened to that gorgeous creature laugh, as she pressed her sex against my muzzle, letting me lick her clean. She then got up, and turned around, kissing me tenderly with her cum-soaked lips. I writhed softly in pleasure beneath her, before she got up, and watched me, while leaning against a tree, and re-tying her leather outfit, dressing herself again. I redressed as well, as my cock slowly returned to normal, and stood up, looking at her. There were many of these vixens. Most of them had black or silver fur, a few red ones though, which I was more familiar with. She led me to a small hut, and then indicated I should go inside. I went in, and saw another fox.. a male. He looked rather tattered and weak. He looked up, and then cried out, “Oh thank the goddess! My workload’s cut in half!” and I heard the door lock behind me. The soft laughter of a few of the vixens as they looked in the window. I sat down, dizzily, holding my head.. I was now a slave. I would never regain my memories, but to be honest.. if I had a normal nine to five job, this broke the routine.. Slavery is still no worse than taxes..
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