Obsidian Forest
by Alps Aris Sarsis

I panted hard, as I drove my hips against hers. Despite being so wet, she was still growling, though a bit dazed, perhaps in shock, or perhaps she really did climax, and was fighting through her afterglow to stay angry at me. I didn’t know which, but what I did know, as I stroked faster and pumped my meat in and out of her desperately, what that I was getting very close to climaxing myself! 

I gritted my teeth, deciding that this vixen would probably not make the best mother figure, given that her child would only get taught to kill travelers like me. I pulled my cock out of her, before I could climax, and grabbed the base of her tail tightly, holding it up, out of the way. I got onto my feet, crouching behind the vixen, and I pressed my thick cock right up her tail-hole. She yelped, and growled and swore savagely in her odd little language, thrashing her head, and biting the leaves and just making a terrible commotion. But I was in! I pressed in deep, and she groaned loudly, whimpering, as I began to stroke back and forth. It didn’t take but a few strokes really, before I felt that wash of pleasure through me, and the vixen felt the wash of cum through her. I unloaded my thick essence deep into her, pressing fully down her tight ass, and letting her take every drop, before pulling out, slowly and carefully. I slapped her on the rump, and chuckled, as I got my clothes back on. 

“That should teach you to attack someone whose not doin’ any harm, huh?” I said, smiling, as I walked away.

I walked for a day and a half, getting close tot he edge of the woods, feeling like I was finally free. I figured that vixen would get free, but she would not really know where to look to find me. I would be gone long before she could even start to track me. Besides.. she would be pretty sore for a while, after that. I listened for any rustle of leaves, and was very alert, proud of myself really.. but I never heard the rustle when it counted. 

There never was one. I just.. felt myself suddenly drawn up into a tree, a hook in my back. I wailed in pain, only to find, holding a rope lashed over a thick tree limb, another vixen. It wasn’t the same one. She wore a robe, a bit nicer, perhaps, and had silver hair, and silver eyes. She looked older and wiser.. and her expression showed that she knew what I had done, and was going to make me pay. And make me pay she did. For the next four days, I hung in that tree, hooks in every part of my body, stretched almost to my limit, like the middle of a spider’s web, until the pain and suffering ended my life.


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