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Obsidian Forest
I gazed up at her as she licked blood from her fingers, and then she leaned back down, holding me by the neck, as she suckled softly.. silently at one of my wounds. She spoke to me softly in that unusual language, her feather voice sounding almost angelic despite my blood coating her lips. Then, she untied the strap to her leather bathing suit loin-cloth thing. It fell down in front and in back, her belt still holding it in the center. I gritted my teeth a bit and felt myself swelling in my pants, becoming fully aroused rather quickly. She had beautiful breasts, this lovely wild vixen. Heavy, round.. she looked almost motherly, but it was tough to tell if she had ever had children. her hips pressed tighter to my tummy, to hold me down, and I gazed at those beautiful black-velvet breasts, her fur thin on them, as they swelled so beautifully from her chest. Capped in black, firm nipples, which would rise and fall as she breathed, gazing at me. She smiled at me.. the first time I actually saw her really smile, adding to her beauty, and my excitement. What she did next I was not prepared for. She raised the knife to her breast, and, just over her right nipple, she cut, inflicting a pretty deep cut, which bled fairly freely. I gasped, shamefully not at the fact that she hurt herself, but at the fact that she just marred those perfect breasts! How could she?! she leaned down, her blood trickling into my fur along my tummy, as she suckled a bit more of my own blood, and then she reached up, and took my wrists, holding them above my head, and lowered her chest toward my muzzle, blood dripping from her perked nipple, scarlet and hot. She moved it toward my muzzle, indicating that I do just as she had done.. drink her own blood.. I swallowed softly. This was so.. sinister and dark.. what would I do now?
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