Obsidian Forest
by Alps Aris Sarsis

Finally, it hit me. She didn’t want to kill me. If she wanted to kill me, I would be dead now. There was something else she wanted from me that she could not get while I was dead. As she straddled my tummy, I felt her warm, moist mound press against my tummy, as she pressed me down harder, growling. That’s what she wanted. Without any other suitable mates around, she could absolutely not afford to lose this chance. She’d rather kill me than let me escape without leaving her unmated. 

I slid my hands to her sides, and she pressed the tip of the knife against my chest again, a pinprick of blood forming. I gritted my teeth a little. I’d have to be careful. I began to slide them up and down, petting her slowly, and feeling the soft leathery hide that was wrapped around her. Her curves could still be felt through them. The dark vixen lashed her tail back and forth, as she stared at me with cruel emerald eyes, growling softly, as I finally made sure she knew my intentions by cupping her rump, and giving a soft, and gentle squeeze. She gasped, and slapped me hard again, but I didn’t let go. I moved my hands up to her chest. I could feel those heavy, motherly breasts in my hands. She was certainly the right age to want this, well beyond it actually. 

She knew she needed that. She had to. I gave another firm squeeze, cooing just a little. She slapped my hands away. I moved them back to her rump, and began to play softly with the base of her tail. She wasn’t getting up and attacking me again. She held the knife ever tightly against my chest, but didn’t try to hurt me, as my hands explored the base of her tail. Her ears slicked back, as she looked more and more distressed, but that fury, that hatred had left her eyes, and she looked at me like one might someone who is drowning, but doing so in a very funny way. It was just disturbing to her. 

But, I continued, deciding that, in all honestly, this might be the thing she really wanted, even if she did not know yet, and it might be the only way to save my life. Besides, for some reason, being slammed repeatedly against the ground had made me very horny. I reached down past her hips, and undid my jeans, wriggling a bit, as I slid them down a bit. She turned to see me revealed to her, fully aroused, thick, glistening, ready for her. I could not help but be almost painfully aroused at the thought of such a wild vixen as a lover. I gazed at her, as she looked back down skeptically at me, and flicked her ears, growling long and low, seeming to be a bit disgusted with me. What now would be my best course of action?

Keep going.. I think she likes it.. Don’t stop.
She seems pretty threatening.. Might wanna take it slow and gentle.
Be forceful. She needs to know who the male is! 

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