Obsidian Forest
by Alps Aris Sarsis

I wanted to finish her like this, even though I knew I was about to pop. I didn’t care. She didn’t necessarily want to be fucked, surely. I brought my tongue in and out of her faster, feeling her inner walls squeezing me as I did so. 

This was so wonderful.. She was so sweet but tangy, tied up there like that. I pumped my tongue faster in and out, rubbing her tail-hole with my thumb as I held her tail-base in my hand. I stroked faster on my cock, as I licked her, and finally, without really thinking about it, sent myself to peak. I pulled my tongue away, leaning up on my knees, as I felt my hot streams of cum burst from the aching tip of my pulsing wet cock. I sprayed her all up and down her rump, over the small of her back, even over her sex, shaking, as I completely let myself go. I was really riled up, with the adrenaline and the sexual lust, and everything flowing at the same time, so I was rather surprised that I had lasted as long as I did! She began to whimper softly, and needfully. 

I looked at her sex. My thick cum was glistening over it. I gritted my teeth softly, pondering if I still wanted to pleasure her with my tongue, and then shrugged. I popped on her. She would be terribly disappointed in huskies if it was obvious that we could only do so little. I lowered my head, and pushed my tongue into her, tasting both our juices. I worked my tongue fast and heavy, getting my own thick essence all over my muzzle, as she rocked back and forth a bit, grinding her breasts against the ground, teasing her nipple sin the leaves, as I eagerly lapped at her tight sex. 

Finally, resoundingly, she barked out, and her cunt snapped shut around my tongue, milking it, before a sudden rush of her tangy nectar splashed my face, my ears flattening as I took it happily, rubbing her rump and tail, smearing my cum through her fur. She groaned loudly, and panted heavily, her body shuddering as I drew her orgasm through it’s highest point, and slowed my licking as she came down. I was rather proud of my abilities with my tongue afterward, wiping my face, as I looked at her. I caressed her wet rump a bit more, and untied her. 

She immediately turned around, and pinned me to the ground, kissing me, and caressing me, becoming very affectionate, as she held me through her afterglow, releasing the occasional relaxed and satisfied murr, playing with my cock from time to time, getting it to harden a little, and leaving it alone when I would whimper from how sensitive I was. She then got up, and handed me my pants, pointing through the woods. I nodded and got up, thinking she was going to help me now. She seemed to like me better at least. 

I followed her, and she led me to a dense patch of forest, where I saw that there was a hidden village. She led me to the largest hut that was surrounding a very big tree. In a hollow of the tree, a throne carved out of that mighty oak itself, sat a vixen with silver hair, black fur, and silver eyes, looking a it older and wiser than the one who I had captured. 

She chattered back and forth with this vixen, and she nodded, smiling. I wondered what was going on. The silver haired vixen got up, and retrieved a long leather strap, and gave it to the green-eyes vixen. This, she tied around my neck, and led me to another little hut. Her own. I would stay there for the rest of my life, siring children, hunting her food, and servicing her every need. That was fine by me though. I never regained my memories. I like to sit back, when I am done licking this sweet vixen to rapture, her burbling on and on in a language I don’t understand, and imagine that I was a collections agent on holiday or something. I will always think that my life is better now. I am probably right.


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