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Obsidian Forest
I decided that, with those wonderful, tender kisses, her desire to kill me had slightly waned. This was a good thing, as far as I was concerned. I let her hands go, and she looped them around my back, as I tried to get up, and let her decide what she wanted to do. She brought me back down against her, and kissed me, making me ache a bit more with need for her. I breathed heavily through my nose, as he tongue sought out mine in my muzzle, stroking my tongue eagerly, that hot, sweet kiss only growing in heat and intensity. I pressed myself against her tightly, letting her hold me. I don’t know why she suddenly started acting like this, but perhaps she really did just want to make sure that I was strong? Whatever her reason, she was definitely warming up to me, and I wasn’t going to complain. From trying to kill me to this? I would take this any day! I held her close, actually feeling warm and caring now that things had calmed, and there was gentle touching and kissing instead of fighting. She looked into my eyes, and churred softly, a sweet tone, and then moved her hands to my jeans, tugging on them softly, trying to get them off of me. I carefully got up, though she resisted me moving, I managed to struggle free, as she watched me curiously, obviously not wanting me to leave. She laid there, her legs parted, her breathing making her chest rise and fall. As I looked at her, she drew up her loincloth, exposing her dark, velvety mound. Her petals were parted slightly, pink, and wet. she placed her hand over her mound, and pressed her fingers into herself, arching her back, writhing, showing me she wanted to be filled. She then untied the shoulder of her leather garment, pulling it down to expose her heavy, gorgeous breasts, obsidian velvet with tense dark nipples. I removed my jeans carefully, as I watched her pleasure herself. She whimpered softly, as I started to stroke my aching cock, getting more worked up over that. I spread slick pre over my length, and then moved my slick hand to hers. She rubbed it with her fingertips near her sex, and then dipped my slick pre into herself, groaning loudly. She pinched one of her nipples, and started strumming herself pretty eagerly. Finally, she rolled onto her hands and knees, and let her chest press to the leaves, her hand still over one of them, working it, making soft, high pitched moans of pleasure and desire, her voice demanding, as well as sensually pleasured. She raised her rump into the air, flagging her large, full tail over her shoulders, exposing herself again, as she spread her labia for me, displaying, teasing, beckoning to me. I whimpered, my throbbing meat tight in my hand, wondering if I should take that invitation.
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