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Obsidian Forest
Seeing her there, displaying herself while tied up, was very trying on my senses, but I didn’t want to do anything sexual to her unless she really seemed to want it. I had to be sure, after all. I began to slowly caress her rump, just petting, running my claws through her fur, watching her reaction. She kept her tail up, her eyes closed, breathing softly. I stroked up and down her back, and then took her tail-base into my hands, and began to massage it again. She whimpered, ever so softly, but in a pleasant tone, opening her eyes softly, and just staring off into space, licking her lips softly, pushing some leaves away from her nose. I moved around behind her, and gazed at her perfect mound, her labia slightly spread, a hint of pink there. I wanted to touch her. If I touched her there, I would have my answer. I would know if she wanted it or not, for sure. I brought my hand to her sex, cupping it softly. She crooned softly, her muscles flexing. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to move away from my hand, or toward it though, the way she was tied up. I carefully, tenderly pressed tighter, and her tail moved slowly from side to side, just a bit, before it went back to just being over her back, and she murreled long and low. That was a definite pleasured sound. I spread my fingers, spreading her labia as well, and looked at her opened sex, as a drop of her nectar rolled from her tight channel, down to her clit, forming a clear little pearl there. The scent of vixen pheromones lit upon the air, and I felt my mind go a bit hazy. This was intense! I slowly began to stroke the vulpine’s warm sex, side to side, up and down, getting that wetness all over her lips, and her mound, feeling how wet she was, as my fingertips teased her mercilessly. She began to make all manner of pleasured sounds, and even spoke a bit, words that sounded, for lack of a better description, much like begging. I smiled, thinking that this was an awfully good turn of events. After all, I had just tied her up in a humiliating fashion. But I suppose the petting had calmed her, and the idea of being tied up with a strong, capable male had tickled her instinctual fancies. Perhaps this was what a wild vixen like her fantasized about. I pressed two fingers into her, and carefully undid my pants, sliding them off, while she closed her eyes and moaned. I began to press my fingers in and out, and at the same time, stroke my cock slowly, my breathing deepening as I began to succumb to my desire for pleasure, and began to help her along with hers. Soon, my fingers were glistening wet, and she was moaning and whimpering loudly, getting closer and closer to climax as I stroked her harder and faster, her juices running down the back of my hand. I pulled it away, licking my fingers, stroking myself, as she looked back a bit, slightly over her shoulder to me, panting with a pleading expression, as I decided what I would do next.
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