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Obsidian Forest
I reached up and tried to push her off of me! Suddenly, trying to be sexual didn’t seem like such a good idea. She sat down on my tummy again, and reached back, seizing my cock in her hand, still wet with my blood. I gritted my teeth, holding still, my heart pounding, as she hold me in a way that ensured I would not move. She sure knew how to change a guy’s mind. With how tight she was squeezing me, my erection wasn’t going down either, so if it was my hard-on she didn’t like, she wasn’t gonna get rid of it that way. She reached up with her other hand, untying the single shoulder strap that held her leather garment up, and it fell in back and in front, spilling about her hips. She then used that hand to press to my chest, and smeared some blood on her fingers. She then streaked that crimson blood over one side of her face, from her ear to her neck, and then in a half-moon shape on her breast. After doing that, the vixen backed up a bit, and I thought for sure she was about to cut off that pesky erection, but what she did next shocked me almost to heart attack. She slammed her hips down on mine, taking my thick organ deep into her, hilting me, as her mound pressed into my lap. I groaned deeply, and reached up to hold her. She grabbed my arms and slammed them back down, above my head painfully, and she pressed her chest to mine, rubbing her breasts, her tight, tender nipples, back and forth through the pattern of streaked blood on my chest. I cried out softly, since rubbing me like that was kind of painful, and she only sped up, now moving her hips too, as she rocked back and forth against me. My mind spun. I could not believe it. She tried to kill me, and was now literally raping me. I struggled some, fearing what would happen when she was done, and there was no more use for me, but in her passion-raged, aroused state, she was a lot stronger, and I had lost a fair amount of blood. She panted heavily now, nipping at my neck, and licking the blood from my chest from time to time, as her hips would rise and fall, sinking down hard onto my shaft. She was tight, and very skilled with the movement of her hips. I found myself tightening my legs muscles, enjoying the pleasure finally, unable to escape. Harder and faster she pounded against me, growling savagely, holding me down, biting and crying out in that unusual language of hers. Her white leather garment, laying over my belly, was streaked in blood now, but I knew it could be washed. She didn’t care at all. I began to brace my feet against the ground and thrust back up into her, tighter and harder. She leaned back, her breasts bounding, covered in my blood, as she grunted with low, pleasured pants, the thumping of our bodies together loud enough to be heard some way off, surely. Suddenly, I felt her cunny clench tight, and she leaned way back, letting my hands go a moment, holding her calves as she cried out loudly, in a near howl. She got very wet, very fast. I felt the burning tingle of my approaching orgasm, but she stopped moving fast enough to support it, just slowly grinding herself against me. I panted hard and fast, bringing my hands to her hips, trying to get her to speed up again. I was so close! She grabbed my arms and slammed them down at my sides, holding them tight enough that she bruised them with her thumbs, growling, and rubbing herself through her climax against my cock. I looked up into her eyes dizzily, as she finally got up, pulling her hot tunnel from around my throbbing member. She then turned around and sat on my chest, rubbing her soaking pussy against my chest, streaking herself intimately in blood again. her hand seized my cock, and she began to pump it frantically. What purpose she could possibly have for this, I don’t know, but her hand was a blur, as she worked my flesh eagerly. I resumed panting, stroking her hips and her back, and playing with her tail. on occasion, she would slap me in the face with it hard. It was actually painful, but she seemed to enjoy doing it. finally, my sack started to draws against my body, and she began to cup and caress my balls, growling encouragingly, as I trembled.. closer.. closer.. She slapped me repeatedly with her tail suddenly, back and forth, and the abuse, and the frantic pumping of her blood and semen-soaked hands, threw me over the edge. She held herself over me, pumping my squirting cock, as I shouted out, getting a mouthful of fur as she whipped me with her tail again, and gagged me with it, muffling my cries. I jetted thick spurts of opalescent cum all over her black, velvety chest, streaking down her breasts, dripping heavily from her nipples, as she took every drop from me. She then leaned back, rubbing that thick spooge into her flesh, and over those heavy breasts, panting as she rubbed her still tingling, clenching pussy over my stinging cuts, her honey being rubbed into them. I panted weakly, my strength completely gone. She’d have no resistance if she tried to kill me now.. What she did next I did not expect, though. I felt a sudden strong, warm stream of wetness flow on my chest, down my sides, to the leafy forest floor, pooling under my back, as the vixen looked back, with a very smug, domineering look in her eyes. She released her bladder fully on me, smacking me in the face again with her tail a couple times. The urine stung like hell in my cuts, but was actually very sterile, and would fight the possibility of infection, though I didn’t know that. The look in her eyes told me her real feelings on it. She owned me. She could do whatever she wanted to me at this point, and humiliation was my punishment for coming into her forest. I would be marked with her scent and there was nothing I could do about it. she finally stopped, and rubbed herself against me one more time, painfully, slapping me with her tail, before getting up, walking beside me and then kicking me in the side of the head, knocking me out. It turns out, I’m a journalist. I came to this wild locale to find a village, which was in the valley below the forest. I found my way there, and found all my gear, so that helped me remember who I was. But given the dignity of my work, it made that humiliation burn even more. I had my brush with the true wild.. and it beat me bloody, fucked me savagely, slapped me around like its little bitch, then fully humiliated me. There is a lesson to be learned here someplace.. but I don’t think I am qualified to write about it. Go camping sometime.. find out for yourself.
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