Obsidian Forest
by Alps Aris Sarsis

I began to slowly bring my hand back to her sex. I wanted to watch her cum. She was already good and soaking wet. I wanted to watch her sweet body convulse with pleasure when it hit her. Had she ever cum before? Had anyone ever touched her like this? I began to rub her a little faster, feeling her wetness spreading over my fingers again. She whimpered and whined with need, and kept looking at my cock. I looked back at her, and realized that she knew, at least instinctively, that was what she needed. 

I grinned, getting a bit of an evil thought. I did not want her to get pregnant. I mean.. that is the last thing she needed, living out here, in the wild, alone. But I wanted her to still enjoy this. I moved around behind her and looked at her soaking pussy. So much temptation! Then I saw the handle of the whip, still resting against her calves with a little bit of slack still, and I grinned almost evilly. 

She could not see behind her, only feel. I moved into position to mate, and she groaned deeply and crooned invitingly. I picked up the whip handle carefully, making sure not to move the whip in such a way that she knew I was holding it. I moved my hand from her slick labia and spread her honey all along the nine inch whip handle. It was a bit larger than my cock, but she could dream, right? I moved so that my tummy was against the small of her back, in a typical canine mating position, but I used one hand to hold my cock downward, so it wasn’t touching her, as I sank the whip handle into her. She bought it, that was for certain. Her body tensed, and she groaned in ecstasy, her sex tightening around it. 

I pressed my side of the whip against my tummy, below my navel, and used my body to control it, as I lurched back and forth, slipping it in and out. She was certain, by the way she was moaning and rutting and carrying on, that she had a nice thick cock in her. I began to massage my own length, at the same time, feeling so cruel in doing this, but I had gotten into it, I was gonna go the distance. I jerked the whip handle back and forth faster, making her squeal with delight, as I pumped my cock faster with my other hand, feeling the need for release sweeping up on me. I leaned back a bit, and watched as the handle slipped in and out, the vixen unaware o its artifice, as I kept my hips up against her rump, and pulled my cock upward, the whip handle against my inner thigh as I hammered it in and out, bumping my hips as close to the same motion as I could. 

I aimed my thick shaft over the vixen’s rump, and felt the final wave of pleasure slice through me, and thick, glistening arcs of white cascaded over her rump, and rained down on her back, but she didn’t even notice, as I realized my hand was getting soaked. Her teeth gritted, her eyes shut tight, the vixen was cumming all over the handle of that whip. I let the lest few jets of my thick cum splash over her ass, and onto the handle of the whip, working a bit of that warm goo into her. This was so satisfying.. After this was done, I used my pants to dry off the whip handle, and stroked her slowly, working my cum into her fur, making it less obvious it had been wasted. I didn’t want her pissed off at me again before I could escape. I then untied her, and she looked at me for only a couple of seconds before darting off into the woods.

I never did see her again, as I wandered the woods, eventually finding my way back to my bank office’s camping group, but I would never know her fate. I felt badly about having cheated her perhaps of the only chance she would have to mate. But then again, at the time, as I pulsed that rich life essence onto the handle of the whip, and eagerly stroked it into her in that fit of passion, I did not realize that it only took one drop of that to get her pregnant.. 

And it’s all she needed.


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