Obsidian Forest
by Alps Aris Sarsis

I grinned softly, thinking about the opportunity that had presented itself. This sweet vixen, all tied up, now obviously wanting to be fucked. I could hardly believe my luck! I pressed my hand against her wet sex eagerly, mishing her sex with my trembling hand, stroking my masculinity in the other. I switched off, to rub my slick pre over her folds as she backed into me as much as her tight restraints would allow. I got onto my knees. Something I wanted to do. Maybe it was something I liked back in my memories, or maybe it was a fantasy that I had never tried. 

I took her tail in my hands, right near the base, and she crooned softly, as I rubbed my thick, pre-dribbling tip over her sex, and then pressed it into her, nice and deeply. She whimpered and growled with need, as I shuddered, then slowly drew it out, leaving her tight tunnel slathered with my pre. I then carefully placed the tip of my glistening wet shaft under her tail, at that tight pucker.

“Curos?” she said, her eyes widening.

“It’s all right.. I’ll be gentle..’ I said softly, leaning over her, and sliding my hand under her hips, and back down between her legs, only slightly apart the way she was tied. She churred and crooned softly, as I started stroking her clit again. 

I didn’t want her to be completely uncomfortable with this, so I gave her some pleasure, as I rubbed my cock against that tight ring of muscle, making her whimper softly, but those whimpers of pleasure returned and overwhelmed her slight protest, as I slid my cock slowly and carefully up her unbelievably tight ass. She took me slowly, as I gave it to her, and continued to groan in pleasure at my fingers tickling her sex. Her hot nectar ran down my hand as I pressed my fingers into her, stroking her, deeply, as if she now had two cocks in her. She started to pant, and really make quite a lot of noise. 

I held myself deep for a bit, hilted under her tail, as my fingers dipped in and out briskly, making her moan deeply, and wriggle a bit. Finally, I started to move, letting my cock slide in and out slowly. This only made her moan louder. Her body had adjusted to me, and now, the two pleasures were working together now. She was getting worked up fast. I had nearly made her cum in my hands before, so when she finally did pop, it was gonna be nice and hard. I sped up softly, both my hand, and my cock, thrusting into her deeply. 

She was so hot and tight, I knew I wasn’t gonna last long. I leaned over her, looking at her face from slightly above and behind. Tense with pleasure, her cries growing faster and deeper, I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I slowed down a little to try to stop, but her tensing muscles sent me spiraling into climax anyway. 

She cried out loudly as she felt each hot pulse of my thick seed enter her body in the channel it wasn’t supposed to, but she didn’t seem to care. Not at this point anyway. I growled and grunted heavily, as my thick essence spewed into her, filling her up good and tight under that sweet fluffy tail. Just as my climax was waning, I felt her pussy jerk tight around my fingers, and she just wailed! Over and over again, she cried, as I listened to the sound of her thick honey spattering and dripping on the leaves under us, feeling it run down my hands. Her clenching body made my cock feel like it was being sucked, well past my climax, almost painfully. I groaned, and gritted my teeth, as I rode out her climax, feeling every drop taken by that sweet, tight ass. 

I shuddered finally, as she relaxed, sputtering and cooing, seeming very satisfied, her pussy still dripping as I pulled my fingers out of her, licking them. I carefully drew myself out of her, letting her whimper a bit, since she was probably just a little sore from that. I then carefully untied her. She laid down for a bit, rubbing her sex, and just relaxing, it would seem, gazing up at me with her pretty, satisfied face. She then got up, and moved over to me, kissing me softly.

I felt that wonderful kiss for some time, before she led me back to her village. I followed willingly. I stood a better chance of survival with a friend than I did with just being alone. She took me into one of the larger huts in this strange arboreal village, enshrouded densely by trees. There was another black vixen, with silver hair, and silver eyes, sitting there, with two male foxes kneeling, heads down, submissively, at either side of her, tied to the comfortable looking chair she was in. She gazed up at the vixen who brought me here with piqued interest. 

They chattered back and forth in that odd little language of theirs for a few moments, and the vixen turned around, raising her tail, as she evidently explained what I did. I suddenly had a very bad feeling about this. The silver-haired sable-furred vixen’s silvery eyes narrowed, as she looked very displeased. She called out a few words, and the males tied at her throne looked up, attentively, but submissively. She gave them orders.. and they carried them out. It would seem that this silver-haired vixen believed in the old adage ‘an eye for an eye’. 

I won’t get into what she told them to do, but I found myself wishing, over the next few months, for the death I had cheated so cleverly before.


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