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Obsidian Forest
I moved my hands down to her hips. She was beautiful. She was acting a little more gentle now, even if kind of weird. I watched her as she wriggled in close, and put her hand on my collarbone, to hold me down. Her expression was that of interest, and intense focus, as she marked on me in my own blood, and licked her fingers. She pressed herself a little tighter against my tummy, and I felt her uncovered sex press against me. No panties, of course. Her loincloth kept her decent when viewed from front of back, but there was nothing covering her, as I felt that warm, tight mound caress against me, however unintentional. I finally moved my hand down slowly, and unfastened my jeans, unzipping them, and sliding them down my hips. The vixen grabbed my arms, and held me still as I moved like that, growling savagely, and scooting back. My arousal brushed against her rump, and she gasped, getting up with her feet on the ground, her rump way in the air as she looked under and slightly behind her, where my glistening pink cock was laying against my tummy, swollen and tingling. She looked at me with a rather crazy expression, and then put her hands on my shoulders, her claws sinking into my skin a little, an expression of natural fury in her eyes. I had no idea what was coming, but I feared it would not be gentle. My mind raced, as I tried to think of some way to handle this..
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