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Obsidian Forest
I grinned silently. Since she wasn’t getting off of me, I knew she had to want this. I pressed myself firmly against her, and then, very suddenly, I grabbed her hand from my throat, and her other, which she moved to hit me with, and rolled her, onto her back, bringing my knees up under her thighs, beside her hips, spreading her legs with my body by wedging in tightly, and the angle just perfect, I sank my cock right into that narrow, ungodly tight channel. I groaned deeply, holding her hands above her head. She looked up at me, eyes wide, and then narrow, growling. I looked into her eyes. “Yeah, growl all you like.” I said. “You want this, even if you are mad at me.” I felt almost sinister, but she was trying to kill me. I should at least get to pass on my life essence and who better to pass it to than the one trying to kill me. I began to thrust into her. For not wanting this, she was certainly wet. She moved her legs to wrap around me, and keep me from moving, yelping, and growling even loudly, trembling. She was strong, and her muscles tightening made for exquisite pleasure. it was far more than I could have ever experienced from anyone else, even if I had memories. Without my memories, this was as good as losing my virginity to the wild, intense vixen! I panted softly, and began to stroke my hips a bit faster, pinning her tight into the leaves, and jerking my hips. It felt so good, just pumping her like that. I felt so.. avenged in the mistreatment I had received before. I groaned deeply, as I rutted up against her, and her legs were simply not strong enough to stop me. She struggled for a while, only making the moment more intense, but then began to coo and groan softly, her legs stroking my thighs, her eyes closed, as she rubbed back against me. She was starting to enjoy it now. I had not expected that, and I sped up. She began to use her feet, hooked behind my rump, to make me pump harder. Panting heavily, I pounded that sweet vixen into the leaves, and she rolled her hips back up against mine. This was a very natural encounter, to be honest.. though I did feel bad for having forced myself upon her, since she was enjoying it now, that guilt faded away. she was so tight.. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t pause to rest. I had to keep feeling that tight, soaking sex, clinging so hard to my pulsing cock, milking it, my pre mixing with her juices, getting her good and slick. I panted harder and faster, as my hips backed, and I rocked her back and forth in the leaves, from the power of my strokes, desperate, feral, needy.. She whimpered and cried out in pleasure from time to time, rutting back against me as my pace quickened, and my thick shaft slipped rapidly in and out of her, her juices trickling down the crack of her rear, over her tail-hole, and over the base of her tail, wetting the leaves. I felt her cunny clamp suddenly, and she wailed, her honey splashing against my sack as I hammered her mercilessly. I kept on going, feeling my sack tighten against my body, not bouncing against her anymore, and my hips slapped lewdly against hers, as she tried to hold me still with her legs, oversensitive from her climax, as she rutted and whimpered loudly. Finally, I rammed forward hard, sinking as deep as I could, as my thick spunk splashed deep inside her, surging up against her cervix, filling that tight pussy as she finally managed to get me to hold still, trembling as her legs wrapped around my rump tightly. I held still for her, grunting and groaning as my thick seed pulsed into her, jet after jet after satisfying spurting jet, all inside her. She groaned deeply, surely feeling it as it spewed into her. I finally lowered my head, and we rested there for a while. “Oh thank you, sweet, beautiful vixen.. But.. how do I get down..?” I asked, facing her, holding her hands. She took her hands from mine, and smiled at me warmly, and then.. wickedly, her eyes narrowing through her grin. With a firm push of her hand to my chest, she showed me the way down. It was a long drop, but the impact was fairly painless. There were skeletons where I landed.. all male.. They were the last thing I saw as I spun through the air, falling to my death. Some things you just don’t want the answer to.
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