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Obsidian Forest
I wasn’t about to stop now! This gorgeous vixen was opening up.. she wanted this. It had to be why she let me live. She could have killed me already, and in fighting her, I showed her that I was strong, and fast. She wanted to mate, and I was not gonna let her have time to change her mind. I released her a moment, and unbuckled my jeans, pulling them down, letting her see my thick pink cock, 8 inches of passion and desire. She looked at me with wide eyes, laying back, her loincloth up around her hips, exposing her to me. She had a beautiful mound, her sex parted slightly as she looked at me, seeming confused or perhaps a little alarmed. I lunged, pinning her to the ground, and pressing my cock against her tight labial folds. She groaned, and struggled a bit, but not before I had my length buried inside her. I was already wet with pre from thinking about her, and it was so easy to press myself deep. She wailed with fear, and anger! I held still, my member pulsing inside her, as she rutted firmly against me. I shuddered softly. This was so incredibly intense!! My hips began to bounce against hers as she struggled in my grasp, biting my shoulder when I got too close. I didn’t slow down though. I didn’t want to give up a chance like this. This was the way nature worked. She had found a suitable mate, and so, mating had to be. I closed my eyes, panting, as she bit my shoulder again, and scratched my back, as I pumped harder, and faster. She growled and snarled, but to be bluntly honest, she was not doing enough damage to actually really hurt me, putting little holes here and there with her biting, and making my shoulders and back bleed with her scratching, before she began to make an entirely different set of sounds. Long, plaintive whines and moans, and finally, her hips began to move in time with mine. I grinned softly, as my hips bucked wildly. She wanted it. I knew it! Her mind was feral.. controlled entirely by instinct.. I pressed her tighter to the ground, huffing out words of encouragement. I wanted her to cum. That would be proof of my power over her, and it would tire her out a bit, so she’d be less likely to try to follow me.. Faster, and harder I pumped, making her cry out in ecstasy, her body rutting against mine in natural mating tandem. The sounds of our hips thumping together could be easily heard, as I felt her tight walls gripping me inside. Finally, she spasmed, and her body convulsed, embracing me tightly, as she came hard around my pistoning cock. I stroked her well beyond climax, making her wail helplessly, the sound sweet to my ears, as I finally sent ribbons of thick white fluid into her, grunting and growling, shaking as I fired my load deep and hard, pressing her up along the leaves with how tightly I ground my hips into hers. I held her there, in the leaves, tightly, for some time, before drawing back slowly, pulling my still cum-dripping cock from her soaking labia, her body twitching a bit, spewing a bit of my thick essence from her slit, as she continued to convulse with climax. I then got up and walked away, putting my clothes back on as I went. A jet-black vixen, with a piercing emerald gaze. I gritted my teeth, and looked up, as the passenger side door of my jeep opened. There she stood, wearing camouflage pants and a tight black shirt. In her hands was a silenced pistol. My jaw dropped, but it was she who spoke. “Sayonara, ecchi baka..” and with those Japanese words, her REAL native tongue, I heard the high pitched pulse of a silenced pistol, and the stabbing pain of lead through my chest, before all became numb and dark.
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