Obsidian Forest
by Alps Aris Sarsis

I licked my lips slowly, looking at her as she gazed back over her shoulder, those beautiful green eyes wide in curiosity, her tail flagging, caressing my face, making sure I knew her scent. I knew what she wanted. It was the only possible reason she was suddenly wanting this so badly. She was alone. Mother nature was telling her.. screaming to her what was right. And this was right. 

The vixen, her obsidian black fur shimmering and her tail waving her scent about like a weapon, was ready for this. I thought about it long and hard, and finally inhaled deeply, realizing that as much as it was her right to choose a strong mate, it was my duty to pass on my life essence. That’s just how nature worked, and I was in the wild. This was as wild and real as it got. I moved behind her, and heard her release a high pitched, short, sharp sound, unintelligible really, though it might have been something in her language, or just a coaxing bark. I have no idea. but it was positive, and inviting. I stroked my throbbing shaft softly, and spoke softly.

“Ohhh.. You poor thing.. you have been alone so long.. You need this don’t you?” I said. She made that sound again. “You want to be a mother? You want to have someone to love?” I asked. Another sharp noise, this one sounding more questioning, like ‘what are you doing, stupid?’ or something like that. “okay, okay.. here we go.. I will go slow..” 

I felt so tender and warm then, giving myself to her like that. I wasn’t taking her, I was giving.. it was different. I placed the tip of my dripping shaft at her wet slit, moist with her juices and my saliva, and pressed in slowly, trembling, as her hot tunnel slowly engulfed me. She trembled and released a slow, long coo. I held still, once I was fully inside her, my hips pressed tightly against hers. “Feels nice?” I asked. She yipped again, slapping my chest with her tail a few time, excitedly. I chuckled softly, and nodded. This was actually very sweet. I started out slow, but her small cries became more and more demanding. I knew she wanted to cum. I had already brought her so close with my tongue. 

I nodded, caressing her sides, and even reaching around her and playing with her nipples, her breasts sandwiched tightly between the ground and my hands, as I rutted faster with her. She whimpered and cried out, happily, excitedly, as her pleasure built right along with mine. My sack started drawing up against my body, not slapping against her sex quite so much, and I knew I was getting close as well. I slicked my ears back, panting hard, as I squeezed her breasts firmly. 

Her cries became more frequent, and a bit louder, finally coming out in sharp little bursts with every breath, before she went quiet. I looked over her shoulder as I held her doggie-style, and watched her face, her ears splayed, as her mouth slowly opened, her chest pressing tighter against my hand as she drew in a deep, shivering breath, and then howled. God did she howl! That piercing blast echoed through the woods as her hot juices sprayed my balls, and ran down my thighs, and even her tummy, so wet and hard was her climax. She then cried out again and again, long pitiful cries of almost abused pleasure, as I slammed myself harder, my body working to a fever pitch rapidly. 

I finally threw my head back, letting her breasts go as I jammed my cock in deep inside her, and my thick spunk splashed hard against her cervix and all up and down her tight, convulsing walls. She wailed again, feeling my thick, coveted seed explode into her, and she rutted back, wanting it all, as I rapidly jetted every drop of that syrupy essence into her hot, wanting body! Finally, we both slowly calmed, and I leaned over her back, caressing her ears, and saying gentle, sweet things to her, as we rode out our afterglow, motionless except for the very slow grinding of my hips against hers, keeping my tingling, burning cock embedded until I was sure she’d taken every last drop of my seed. I then carefully pulled out, and untied her, petting her rump. 

She sat down at my side, and embraced me, stroking and saying a lot of stuff in her language. I didn’t understand a bit of it, but I knew that her feelings were of love now. I nodded, and smiled to everything she had to say, and followed her, as she led me to a lone cabin, deep in the forest. It was small, homey, and rustic. for some reason, it really appealed to my senses. I felt that it was where I really belonged. So, happily, I stayed. I helped her raise the child we had together, and several more, our lives both complete and happy. I eventually taught her some of my language, and she taught me some of hers, so we could understand one another. 

It turned out that she had attacked me because I was cutting down trees at the edge of the forest. I was a woodcutter. She had attacked me and knocked me out, evidently wiping out my memories, which, happily, never returned. I feel better knowing that instead of clear cutting, I am planting new seeds for this lovely creature’s eternal happiness.


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