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story based on a drawing Germaine made for me a while back.~ Read and enjoy! \n\nGermaine belongs to [i][fa]germainethevixen[/fa][/i]\nEnwood belongs to [i][fa]enwood-the-fox[/fa][/i]\nDusk belongs to me! [i][sf]dusksarsis[/sf][/i]\n\nI'd use my FA for the icon but lets face it, FA not letting you update a username is dumb and I hate the one I am currently stuck with. I don't have that problem anywhere else. Which is why it's also posted to Inkbunny, Sofurry and Weasyl all under the corrected Dusk Sarsis name.\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A steamy infidelity story based on a drawing Germaine made for me a while back.~ Read and enjoy!

Germaine belongs to \n\t\t\t\t\tgermainethevixen
Enwood belongs to \n\t\t\t\t\tenwood-the-fox
Dusk belongs to me! \n\t\t\t\tdusksarsis

I'd use my FA for the icon but lets face it, FA not letting you update a username is dumb and I hate the one I am currently stuck with. I don't have that problem anywhere else. Which is why it's also posted to Inkbunny, Sofurry and Weasyl all under the corrected Dusk Sarsis name.

Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Breeding His Pet: Hunting Game.\nBy Dusk Sarsis\n\n\nKink warning: Contains infidelity/cuckolding/adultery themes. \n\n\nIn the doorway of a cozy cottage in the English countryside stands a young vixen woman, dressed in a teal tunic. Around her neck a purple collar rests, a shining golden tag reading “babygirl” glints in the fading evening light. Her auburn hair cascades over her shoulders, and shines in the reddening sunlight, framing her soft features. \n\n\nBehind her stands her husband, looking anxiously at her as she says, \"Hey honey, just going for a walk along the forest path. She says with a sly smile I should be back soon, don't wait up~\"\n\n\nEnny couldn’t help but be anxious despite Germaine’s words. He could smell the tantalizing aroma of her heat clinging to her fur. The sweet scent of a vixen in heat, fertile and ready. He could not help but think of her alone in the forest, drawing the attention of every creature she passed. Or worse, he thinks… not alone at all. He nods to his wife despite his misgivings, managing a small smile at her as he answers, \n\n\n\"Okay, just be careful, darling. I'm sure you'll have a lovely time…\"\n\n\nHis nonchalant reply only serves to encourage his wife. She turns for a moment to give him a hug, her collar bumping against his own, a matching collar. His own tag is hidden from the prying gazes of passersby, beneath his shirt and out of sight. It would be easy to assume they were mate-ship collars, that she was his baby-girl. Only the two of them knew what the collars signified, and what the next few days would bring one way or another.\n\n\n He watched her as she walked away from the cottage, his anxiety only growing even as she reached the forest’s edge and paused to wave back at him. He waves to her in return, before reluctantly stepping back inside, and closing the door. Back at the forest his pretty wife turns away and walks deeper into the verdant shade. Germaine pauses once she is far enough inside that she can no longer see her home and sets a wrapped package down at the foot of a tree, just out of sight of the forest path and tucked into the roots. \n\n\n Once Germaine is sure no one will find the package before her return, she heads deeper into the forest. She hums quietly to herself, enjoying the fresh air and earthy scent of the forest, pausing to smell the flowers growing to either side of the path. All is peaceful and quiet, almost too quiet. She had the sense that she was being watched, but every time she looked back, she saw nothing but shadows. Surely there was nothing dangerous in this quiet forest, right? ~ The rustling bushes were just small animals and foxes moving through the underbrush… \n\n\n The sounds seemed to follow her, the rustle, the creek of the tree branches in the nonexistent breeze. The only sounds that she didn’t notice, only served to put her more on edge by their absence, the silence of the birds, only the most distant of them chirping far off. She picks up her pace, but not back towards home. Instead, she moves further into the forest, barely hiding a small grin as the excitement of the potential danger makes her heart beat faster. As she walks faster, she swears she could hear something following her clearer still. It made her a little wet with an excitement she never felt at home. ~\n\n\n CRACK!\n\n\n She hears a branch break, no mere twig on the ground but a large branch in a tree not far behind her. She breaks into a run immediately, darting forward as her soft dress flutters in the wind, and she hears another branch crack as something lands upon it, not even trying to be sneaky now. She’s being pursued, chased, hunted like prey and yet… she giggles at the rush of the chase. There is no fear in her heart, even as she feels something heavy collide with her from behind, and she goes tumbling into the grass, while dark arms slide around her body.\n\n\n “GOT YOU!”\n\n\n Dark furred tails with white tips wrap around her, fully enveloping her for a moment as they tumble, cushioning their fall. One of his paws has hooked around her hip, pulling her back against him while the other has come up, his grip tight upon her collar. “I’ve got you, my pretty prey, and there’s no escape from me now. The big bad fox caught you, and now I’m going to devour you. ~” his tone is teasing as he speaks, and a low growl rolls from his throat as his muzzle brushes against her neck. He bares his fangs, just to give her a soft bite that makes her squeal, without breaking skin.\n\n\n\"Y-you are a bad fox... but...\", she murmurs as she glances around the forest, before her emerald eyes meet his. She whispers, \"I kind of love that about you. You have an insatiable appetite and... thinking I am your prey gets me so excited…\"\n\n\n“Mmm, What is that, you just think it? You ARE my prey, little vixen. You always were. ~”\n\n\n The hunt had indeed been exciting, but he was not done toying with her yet. He uses the paw gripping her collar to guide her, pulling her back against the grass to pin her down, while the other paw moves to her thigh. His fingers comb slowly through her fur as they glide up her leg, pushing under her dress, lifting it up and exposing her body to his gaze as she squirms against his grip. He couldn’t help but smirk when he saw the lack of panties beneath her dress. They’d arranged this little rendezvous some time ago, and she had clearly come prepared.\n\n\n His head dips down, brushing his muzzle against the side of her neck with a soft kiss, a second one placed a little lower, working his way down. He releases her collar, and she makes no effort to flee. Both paws move up now, taking her by her wrists and, although she does not fight him, he pins them over her head all the same. His teasing kisses continue down her body, only letting go of her wrists when he was to far down to reach them, binding them anew with shadow. It does not take long before his narrow vulpine muzzle slides up between her thighs, and she feels the first sweep of his tongue dragging across her sex.\n\n\n He savors the sound of her wanton moan, and the tantalizing taste of her fertile cunt. His eyes drift closed to drink in the fertile scent of her, the aroma of his prey’s unfaithful pussy filling his lungs as he samples her. His tongue sweeps again across the other side of her mound, working up to the tender nub of her clit, which he swirls his tongue around, fluttering over the nub. He hasn’t given her the chance to speak again since he caught her, and even now her attempts to form words are cut off by the moans he coaxes from her with each lick, even nipping her labia just hard enough to make her gasp, though he doesn’t leave so direct a mark… yet. \n\n\n His tongue plunges inside her after one or two more teasing licks, he wasn’t keeping count. He times it instead so that his tongue plunges into her sex a second after she’d tensed from the previous lick, working that broad appendage into her buttery pussy. He sweeps his tongue up, across her clit, then plunges into her again, lapping at her sex with an almost feral hunger and need of his own. The scent of her heat was driving him wild, and he was all too eager to steal the prize from her husband, waiting unwittingly back home while his wife surrendered to the fox. He’d courted her for so long, and the conquest was never any less sweet than the first time he’d had her. ~ \n\n\n He tends to her till he can feel her starting to tense, getting so close to cumming on his tongue. He grins, bringing her right to the edge only to stop before she can reach that peak. He knew he could make her cum like that alone, and harder than her hubby back home ever had, but that wasn’t what they’d arranged this encounter for. He trails slowly up from between her legs, placing soft kisses upon her belly, right where he knew the source of her need was burning with desperate desire not for the mate she had back home, but for him. \n\n\n He runs his paws up her body, collecting pawfuls of her dress with a low growl rolling from his throat while his claws dig into the fabric. He pulls at her dress, almost tauntingly slow as the sound of tearing cloth fills the forest, torn away from her body to leave the vixen bare in the cool forest breeze. He savors the sight of her there, sprawled out at his mercy, shivering not from the cold, but with excitement when she looks back up at the dark kitsune looming over her. He was not wearing anything, he’d been bare from the moment the chase began, and her gaze was inevitably drawn down to the jutting crimson spire twitching between his legs. It was a large part of the reason she was here instead of at home. He was so much… bigger. Better. More primal, everything her husband was not.\n\n\n He leans down over her, muzzle brushing against her breasts as his tongue darts out, circling slowly around the sensitive nubs of her nipples, toying with her while he explores her body a little more. He takes his time with those intimate licks and teasing kisses over her sensitive breasts, toying with her and getting to know her so intimately. He knew every curve of her body, every little bump and mark, many he himself had left. He knew her body more intimately inside, and out, than her mate. ~ He nips her breasts, first the left, then the right, leaving visible marks upon her for her husband back home to see. By then it would be far too late for him to do or say anything. She belonged to the kitsune now. ~\n\n\n His paws glide up from her legs at last, and his fingers splay out over the vixen’s flat, trim belly as he moves up over her. He explores her body, caressing her lightly and tracing the subtle curves of her body, committing her familiar form to memory once more. He was in no rush; he had all the time in the world to stoke the flames of her heat. His muzzle trails up from her soft breasts while his palms take their place, kneading them gently. His thumbs circle around her nipples as his fangs brush the edge of an ear, whispering to her:\n\n\n“Enny must have wanted you so bad, ever since your heat started… I bet he was desperate to mate you himself this whole time… but it’s not his child you want, is it? ~ You knew I was waiting for you in the forest, knew I was going to breed you tonight. Isn’t that right? ~” \n\n\n\"Look, we both knew that this isn't just for fun.\" she murmurs softly, with a seductive look down at her suitor, \"I know that I might get pregnant...\" she blushes, before murmuring with a soft whine at his teasing \"I don’t care anymore. I just want you to fuck me so bad…\"\n\n\n“And what about your husband? ~”\n\n\n Germaine blushed hotly at the reminder of her husband, waiting for her at home. He knew she was in heat, but not the true reason for her walk in the woods tonight. He believed she was just getting some air, cooling off from the need burning in her loins. He believed she was still deciding whether or not she wanted a child yet. He did not know she had decided long ago, and just wanted someone else to be the one who made her a mother. With her cheeks still burning she looks up at the larger fox and whispers; \n\n\n“He doesn’t make me feel like you. He’s not as big, or strong.. I love him, but I need you.”\n\n His muzzle continues trailing up from her breasts as she speaks, soon tucking into the side of her neck. A soft growl rolls from the fox’s throat at how excited her words made him. To be the stronger, bigger, more desirable male… it was an undeniable thrill. Who could blame him for taking the opportunity that she presented? His paws run over her flat, trim belly, his claws running through the fur over her subtle curves, exploring her and already imagining her gravid with his kits. He smiles ever so slightly as he replies;\n\n\n“He must have wanted so bad to mate with you tonight… that fertile scent of yours must have driven him wild… I could smell it too you know, whiffs of your scent on the forest breeze. I knew you would come to me.”\n\n\nGermaine let out a whine as he kept teasing her, as he explained how well he knew her, and that he was waiting for her the whole time. It was so exciting, so wrong, and so perfect. Her legs part wider for the fox, trying to entice him to stop teasing her. Her pussy glistens in the verdant light filtering through the canopy above, with drops of her nectar running down over the curve of her ass. She’s soaked, desperate for him to take her at last.\n\n\n“I know… I wanted it to be you, to make me a mother. I knew you would find me…”\n\n\nIt is more than enough. He stands suddenly, with his arms sliding under her to pull her up to her feet once more. He knows how he wants her, and turns with her, only so that he can push her up against the nearest tree. He presses her against it, with his head tilting down and fangs grazing her scruff. His bare fur presses against her back so that the rolling motions of their bodies rub it into her own, ensuring his scent would cling to her. One paw slides down, wrapping it around the base of her tail. He uses that grip to pull her hips back, making them lift just enough to have her present herself to him. With one last nip at her throat marking her, the fox straightens and takes a moment to observe his handiwork. He cannot help but notice the way her labia remain parted, exposing the pinkish depths of her cunt, not at all as they had been before they met.\n\n\n“Beautiful… Can you even feel him anymore?”\n\n\n“N-not since the first time… with you… Master.”\n\n\nHe does not answer this time, though the title makes him smirk with satisfaction at her submission. He keeps her in place with the paw on the base of her tail while the other paw slips down. He cups the underside of his turgid rod, angling himself up and sliding the tapered head up and down between the parted lips of her sex. He throbs in his own grasp, precum lancing out across her lips, marking them as he slides his tip over them, spreading his scent and matting the soft, silky fur lining her labia. Only when she starts to squirm and looks back at him with that familiar and desperate need in her eyes, does he finally let the tip catch at her entrance. \n\n\nA wet squelch echoes through the forest as he drives himself into her now. A deep, rough thrust plunges inch after inch of that thick cock into her, sliding more than half of himself into her, but not quite all. He draws back and pumps into her again, with each thrust feeding more of that barrel of a cock into her. Every stroke bulged her lower belly in the size and shape of his cock, even half inside her it bulged that flat belly out into the shape of his cock, leaving little question as to why she barely feels Enny anymore.\n\n\nThat turgid cock pumping into her now would drive her up against the side of the tree, the bark rough against her chest, yet she barely notices it. His earlier oral attentions and the way he had explored her body, the chase, the dominance, and everything they had said to one another riled her up. It barely took three strokes before she was already cumming on his cock, feeling it pushing deeper while her folds rippled and convulsed around her master's cock. He was nothing like her husband, and as he pushed deeper, she felt him knocking against her cervix, dimpling the tender barrier between her master and her fertile womb.\n\n\nHis angle shifts ever so slightly down, angling his length so that it hammers up against her g-spot, seeking out the more sensitive places inside her along the upper walls, toward her navel, right where she was most sensitive inside. He knew her body like the back of his own hand, and exploited it to great effect. As his bare cock pumps into her with that aggressive, relentless pace, the orgasm already tearing through her body would only grow more intense. She digs her claws as her fingers and toes curl, crying out for him. The gem on her forehead now glowed so bright, it lit the forest with the sparks flying off it while her first climax rapidly crashed into another. \n\n\nHe feels how her cervix began to yield to his powerful strokes, weakening and slowly giving way to the fox breeding her now. He pulls back on her tail, not to hurt her but for the little extra leverage he needed to wedge the chisel tip of his cock into that opening and a second later, sink past the only barrier in his way. A little bit at a time she’d feel him go deeper still, with his knot at long last clapping against her pussy. A roll of his hips grinds that bulb against her clit, and just like that a third climax rushed through her. What thoughts remained in her lust dazed mind were washed away beneath the waves of pleasure that came with every thrust. This is what she wanted and needed, and could not get at home. \n\n\nHis knot is next, spreading her vulva wider as it slaps against her soaked mound, her juices running down his length as he pumps into her, dripping off the kitsune's balls while they clap against her pussy and bounce off her clit. Her mind was blank, and too far gone for second thoughts. He releases her tail and moves his paws from her back, down along her sides, following the curves down to her hips. With a squeeze, and a pull, he lifts her off her feet and drives his knot into her. Nothing else existed for her now, the cock spreading her was her whole world, only her arms around the tree, and his around her waist, supported her.\n\n\nHer dangling legs swayed back and forth in the air while he kept pumping into her, an inch or two behind his knot letting him hammer himself into her for those last golden strokes. As his knot swells within her, she’d feel the pressure against the back of her clit from within her build, and that bulb grinding against her g-spot without mercy. Again she came on his cock, and again seconds later. She lost count of how many times she had cum, squirting around her master's cock as he bred her. Even with her mind blank, she could feel how his balls were at last beginning to draw taut, pulling up as he got close. Deep down she knew he was about to cum inside her, that a man other than her husband would impregnate her. She knew, and she wanted it, needed it. Nothing else mattered to her at that moment. \n\n\nShe’d have begged him for it, would have pleaded with him to cum inside her, to knock her up and make her his. She’d have said and done anything he wanted, if she could but form a single word. He knew what she needed though, even without words. Twice, thrice more he drove that fat knot deeper into her, gaping her pussy so that she’d never be able to feel her enny inside her even if he tried. His balls pulled up, his cock tensing inside her, and even in her current state, she could feel it when they pulsed. \n\n\nThe underside of the cock lodged between her legs bulged while a hot glob of kitsune spunk rushed up his length, and erupted hard inside her. It batters against the furthest walls of her womb again and again, glutting her fertile belly with billions of energetic sperm, digging into every corner of her womb. The sticky load cling to the walls of her womb while still more was pumped into her with every stroke he took, and as the heat of his seed within her sent her crashing over the edge of the most intense climax she had ever felt. \n\n\nHer whole body tensed for him, squeezed him, locking tight around the back of his knot to keep him buried inside her while he filled her, bulging her belly with the weight of his seed. One by one the ovum waiting within her were swarmed with that dominant vulpine load. One after another they fell to the onslaught as that energetic sperm pressed up against them, dug into them, and slipped within. Each was claimed long before she made it back home, with not one of her coming litter being left for her waiting mate at home.\n\n\nThey continue to rock against one another, Germaine trying even now to roll her hips and grind herself against her lover's cock, and Dusk stirring the virile mess he’d pumped inside her. He slides one paw down around her belly to feel how it bulged with his seed, and lifts his head from her scruff at last. Her head turns at nearly the same moment, muzzles meeting in a rough, passionate kiss. His tongue slid into her inviting muzzle to meet with her own in a dance every bit as intimate as the act they’d just partaken. His free paw slid up further, cupping one soft breast in the palm of his hand with a squeeze, claws kneading into her fur and dragging across the soft skin beneath… adding still more scratches upon her in their passion.\n\n\nHer body bore the evidence of their affair not unlike an artist's canvas, and as they finally separated, Dusk took it in with undeniable satisfaction. At some point during the act he had bitten her scruff, he didn’t remember exactly when. Her thighs had scratches, her breasts, even her belly shared in those marks. His cum bulged her belly with its volume, and every part of her reeked of the male. He steals a final kiss and whispers to her; \n\n\n “You belong to me…”\n\n\nGermaine didn’t need to answer. She knew he was right.\n\n\n~\n\n\nEnny paced by the door, getting anxious by now. Hours had passed since Germaine left for her forest walk. He wasn’t worried, it wasn’t that kind of anxiousness. When he saw her finally returning, his excitement only grew. She was carrying the package she’d left with, but he could see it was open now, and was that a different dress? He was sure that it was… A summer dress and… he wondered if it was a trick of the light as she approached. She seemed to be almost glowing. He swore her belly looked a bit rounder too. Was it all in his head? His wife looked like she was already pregnant…\n\n\nAs Germaine reached him they embraced one another, their collars bumping against each other’s when they squeezed each other. It’s then that he notices. He can smell it on her, the musky aroma of another man. The scent of sex, of breeding. It wasn’t the light, and it wasn’t his. For now it was only the volume of her chosen partner's seed, but in the months to come…\n\n\nHe blushes hotly as they draw away from each other, and she smiles as she feels his excitement in how he quivered in her arms. Germaine reaches up and cups the tag on his collar with a smile, running her thumb over the words engraved there.\n\n\n“I love you, my cuckypup… maybe I’ll let you out of your cage next week, when my heat is over…”\n\n\nThey both turn together to look back at the forest with an arm around one anothers waist, meeting the violet gaze of their master. The fox stood at the forest's edge, leaning against a tree with a smirk while he watched his pets reunite. The future they would share would be exciting indeed..", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Breeding His Pet: Hunting Game.
By Dusk Sarsis


Kink warning: Contains infidelity/cuckolding/adultery themes.


In the doorway of a cozy cottage in the English countryside stands a young vixen woman, dressed in a teal tunic. Around her neck a purple collar rests, a shining golden tag reading “babygirl” glints in the fading evening light. Her auburn hair cascades over her shoulders, and shines in the reddening sunlight, framing her soft features.


Behind her stands her husband, looking anxiously at her as she says, "Hey honey, just going for a walk along the forest path. She says with a sly smile I should be back soon, don't wait up~"


Enny couldn’t help but be anxious despite Germaine’s words. He could smell the tantalizing aroma of her heat clinging to her fur. The sweet scent of a vixen in heat, fertile and ready. He could not help but think of her alone in the forest, drawing the attention of every creature she passed. Or worse, he thinks… not alone at all. He nods to his wife despite his misgivings, managing a small smile at her as he answers,


"Okay, just be careful, darling. I'm sure you'll have a lovely time…"


His nonchalant reply only serves to encourage his wife. She turns for a moment to give him a hug, her collar bumping against his own, a matching collar. His own tag is hidden from the prying gazes of passersby, beneath his shirt and out of sight. It would be easy to assume they were mate-ship collars, that she was his baby-girl. Only the two of them knew what the collars signified, and what the next few days would bring one way or another.


        He watched her as she walked away from the cottage, his anxiety only growing even as she reached the forest’s edge and paused to wave back at him. He waves to her in return, before reluctantly stepping back inside, and closing the door. Back at the forest his pretty wife turns away and walks deeper into the verdant shade. Germaine pauses once she is far enough inside that she can no longer see her home and sets a wrapped package down at the foot of a tree, just out of sight of the forest path and tucked into the roots.


        Once Germaine is sure no one will find the package before her return, she heads deeper into the forest. She hums quietly to herself, enjoying the fresh air and earthy scent of the forest, pausing to smell the flowers growing to either side of the path. All is peaceful and quiet, almost too quiet. She had the sense that she was being watched, but every time she looked back, she saw nothing but shadows. Surely there was nothing dangerous in this quiet forest, right? ~ The rustling bushes were just small animals and foxes moving through the underbrush…


        The sounds seemed to follow her, the rustle, the creek of the tree branches in the nonexistent breeze. The only sounds that she didn’t notice, only served to put her more on edge by their absence, the silence of the birds, only the most distant of them chirping far off. She picks up her pace, but not back towards home. Instead, she moves further into the forest, barely hiding a small grin as the excitement of the potential danger makes her heart beat faster. As she walks faster, she swears she could hear something following her clearer still. It made her a little wet with an excitement she never felt at home. ~


        CRACK!


        She hears a branch break, no mere twig on the ground but a large branch in a tree not far behind her. She breaks into a run immediately, darting forward as her soft dress flutters in the wind, and she hears another branch crack as something lands upon it, not even trying to be sneaky now. She’s being pursued, chased, hunted like prey and yet… she giggles at the rush of the chase. There is no fear in her heart, even as she feels something heavy collide with her from behind, and she goes tumbling into the grass, while dark arms slide around her body.


        “GOT YOU!”


        Dark furred tails with white tips wrap around her, fully enveloping her for a moment as they tumble, cushioning their fall. One of his paws has hooked around her hip, pulling her back against him while the other has come up, his grip tight upon her collar. “I’ve got you, my pretty prey, and there’s no escape from me now. The big bad fox caught you, and now I’m going to devour you. ~” his tone is teasing as he speaks, and a low growl rolls from his throat as his muzzle brushes against her neck. He bares his fangs, just to give her a soft bite that makes her squeal, without breaking skin.


"Y-you are a bad fox... but...", she murmurs as she glances around the forest, before her emerald eyes meet his. She whispers, "I kind of love that about you. You have an insatiable appetite and... thinking I am your prey gets me so excited…"


“Mmm, What is that, you just think it? You ARE my prey, little vixen.  You always were. ~”


        The hunt had indeed been exciting, but he was not done toying with her yet. He uses the paw gripping her collar to guide her, pulling her back against the grass to pin her down, while the other paw moves to her thigh. His fingers comb slowly through her fur as they glide up her leg, pushing under her dress, lifting it up and exposing her body to his gaze as she squirms against his grip. He couldn’t help but smirk when he saw the lack of panties beneath her dress. They’d arranged this little rendezvous some time ago, and she had clearly come prepared.


        His head dips down, brushing his muzzle against the side of her neck with a soft kiss, a second one placed a little lower, working his way down. He releases her collar, and she makes no effort to flee. Both paws move up now, taking her by her wrists and, although she does not fight him, he pins them over her head all the same. His teasing kisses continue down her body, only letting go of her wrists when he was to far down to reach them, binding them anew with shadow. It does not take long before his narrow vulpine muzzle slides up between her thighs, and she feels the first sweep of his tongue dragging across her sex.


        He savors the sound of her wanton moan, and the tantalizing taste of her fertile cunt. His eyes drift closed to drink in the fertile scent of her, the aroma of his prey’s unfaithful pussy filling his lungs as he samples her. His tongue sweeps again across the other side of her mound, working up to the tender nub of her clit, which he swirls his tongue around, fluttering over the nub. He hasn’t given her the chance to speak again since he caught her, and even now her attempts to form words are cut off by the moans he coaxes from her with each lick, even nipping her labia just hard enough to make her gasp, though he doesn’t leave so direct a mark… yet.


        His tongue plunges inside her after one or two more teasing licks, he wasn’t keeping count. He times it instead so that his tongue plunges into her sex a second after she’d tensed from the previous lick, working that broad appendage into her buttery pussy. He sweeps his tongue up, across her clit, then plunges into her again, lapping at her sex with an almost feral hunger and need of his own. The scent of her heat was driving him wild, and he was all too eager to steal the prize from her husband, waiting unwittingly back home while his wife surrendered to the fox. He’d courted her for so long, and the conquest was never any less sweet than the first time he’d had her. ~


        He tends to her till he can feel her starting to tense, getting so close to cumming on his tongue. He grins, bringing her right to the edge only to stop before she can reach that peak. He knew he could make her cum like that alone, and harder than her hubby back home ever had, but that wasn’t what they’d arranged this encounter for. He trails slowly up from between her legs, placing soft kisses upon her belly, right where he knew the source of her need was burning with desperate desire not for the mate she had back home, but for him.


        He runs his paws up her body, collecting pawfuls of her dress with a low growl rolling from his throat while his claws dig into the fabric. He pulls at her dress, almost tauntingly slow as the sound of tearing cloth fills the forest, torn away from her body to leave the vixen bare in the cool forest breeze. He savors the sight of her there, sprawled out at his mercy, shivering not from the cold, but with excitement when she looks back up at the dark kitsune looming over her. He was not wearing anything, he’d been bare from the moment the chase began, and her gaze was inevitably drawn down to the jutting crimson spire twitching between his legs. It was a large part of the reason she was here instead of at home. He was so much… bigger. Better. More primal, everything her husband was not.


        He leans down over her, muzzle brushing against her breasts as his tongue darts out, circling slowly around the sensitive nubs of her nipples, toying with her while he explores her body a little more. He takes his time with those intimate licks and teasing kisses over her sensitive breasts, toying with her and getting to know her so intimately. He knew every curve of her body, every little bump and mark, many he himself had left. He knew her body more intimately inside, and out, than her mate. ~ He nips her breasts, first the left, then the right, leaving visible marks upon her for her husband back home to see. By then it would be far too late for him to do or say anything. She belonged to the kitsune now. ~


        His paws glide up from her legs at last, and his fingers splay out over the vixen’s flat, trim belly as he moves up over her. He explores her body, caressing her lightly and tracing the subtle curves of her body, committing her familiar form to memory once more. He was in no rush; he had all the time in the world to stoke the flames of her heat. His muzzle trails up from her soft breasts while his palms take their place, kneading them gently. His thumbs circle around her nipples as his fangs brush the edge of an ear, whispering to her:


“Enny must have wanted you so bad, ever since your heat started… I bet he was desperate to mate you himself this whole time… but it’s not his child you want, is it? ~ You knew I was waiting for you in the forest, knew I was going to breed you tonight. Isn’t that right? ~”


"Look, we both knew that this isn't just for fun." she murmurs softly, with a seductive look down at her suitor, "I know that I might get pregnant..." she blushes, before murmuring with a soft whine at his teasing "I don’t care anymore. I just want you to fuck me so bad…"


“And what about your husband? ~”


        Germaine blushed hotly at the reminder of her husband, waiting for her at home. He knew she was in heat, but not the true reason for her walk in the woods tonight. He believed she was just getting some air, cooling off from the need burning in her loins. He believed she was still deciding whether or not she wanted a child yet. He did not know she had decided long ago, and just wanted someone else to be the one who made her a mother. With her cheeks still burning she looks up at the larger fox and whispers;


“He doesn’t make me feel like you. He’s not as big, or strong.. I love him, but I need you.”

        His muzzle continues trailing up from her breasts as she speaks, soon tucking into the side of her neck. A soft growl rolls from the fox’s throat at how excited her words made him. To be the stronger, bigger, more desirable male… it was an undeniable thrill. Who could blame him for taking the opportunity that she presented? His paws run over her flat, trim belly, his claws running through the fur over her subtle curves, exploring her and already imagining her gravid with his kits. He smiles ever so slightly as he replies;


“He must have wanted so bad to mate with you tonight… that fertile scent of yours must have driven him wild… I could smell it too you know, whiffs of your scent on the forest breeze. I knew you would come to me.”


Germaine let out a whine as he kept teasing her, as he explained how well he knew her, and that he was waiting for her the whole time. It was so exciting, so wrong, and so perfect. Her legs part wider for the fox, trying to entice him to stop teasing her. Her pussy glistens in the verdant light filtering through the canopy above, with drops of her nectar running down over the curve of her ass. She’s soaked, desperate for him to take her at last.


“I know… I wanted it to be you, to make me a mother. I knew you would find me…”


It is more than enough. He stands suddenly, with his arms sliding under her to pull her up to her feet once more. He knows how he wants her, and turns with her, only so that he can push her up against the nearest tree. He presses her against it, with his head tilting down and fangs grazing her scruff. His bare fur presses against her back so that the rolling motions of their bodies rub it into her own, ensuring his scent would cling to her. One paw slides down, wrapping it around the base of her tail. He uses that grip to pull her hips back, making them lift just enough to have her present herself to him. With one last nip at her throat marking her, the fox straightens and takes a moment to observe his handiwork. He cannot help but notice the way her labia remain parted, exposing the pinkish depths of her cunt, not at all as they had been before they met.


“Beautiful… Can you even feel him anymore?”


“N-not since the first time… with you… Master.”


He does not answer this time, though the title makes him smirk with satisfaction at her submission. He keeps her in place with the paw on the base of her tail while the other paw slips down. He cups the underside of his turgid rod, angling himself up and sliding the tapered head up and down between the parted lips of her sex. He throbs in his own grasp, precum lancing out across her lips, marking them as he slides his tip over them, spreading his scent and matting the soft, silky fur lining her labia. Only when she starts to squirm and looks back at him with that familiar and desperate need in her eyes, does he finally let the tip catch at her entrance.


A wet squelch echoes through the forest as he drives himself into her now. A deep, rough thrust plunges inch after inch of that thick cock into her, sliding more than half of himself into her, but not quite all. He draws back and pumps into her again, with each thrust feeding more of that barrel of a cock into her. Every stroke bulged her lower belly in the size and shape of his cock, even half inside her it bulged that flat belly out into the shape of his cock, leaving little question as to why she barely feels Enny anymore.


That turgid cock pumping into her now would drive her up against the side of the tree, the bark rough against her chest, yet she barely notices it. His earlier oral attentions and the way he had explored her body, the chase, the dominance, and everything they had said to one another riled her up. It barely took three strokes before she was already cumming on his cock, feeling it pushing deeper while her folds rippled and convulsed around her master's cock. He was nothing like her husband, and as he pushed deeper, she felt him knocking against her cervix, dimpling the tender barrier between her master and her fertile womb.


His angle shifts ever so slightly down, angling his length so that it hammers up against her g-spot, seeking out the more sensitive places inside her along the upper walls, toward her navel, right where she was most sensitive inside. He knew her body like the back of his own hand, and exploited it to great effect. As his bare cock pumps into her with that aggressive, relentless pace, the orgasm already tearing through her body would only grow more intense. She digs her claws as her fingers and toes curl, crying out for him. The gem on her forehead now glowed so bright, it lit the forest with the sparks flying off it while her first climax rapidly crashed into another.


He feels how her cervix began to yield to his powerful strokes, weakening and slowly giving way to the fox breeding her now. He pulls back on her tail, not to hurt her but for the little extra leverage he needed to wedge the chisel tip of his cock into that opening and a second later, sink past the only barrier in his way. A little bit at a time she’d feel him go deeper still, with his knot at long last clapping against her pussy. A roll of his hips grinds that bulb against her clit, and just like that a third climax rushed through her. What thoughts remained in her lust dazed mind were washed away beneath the waves of pleasure that came with every thrust. This is what she wanted and needed, and could not get at home.


His knot is next, spreading her vulva wider as it slaps against her soaked mound, her juices running down his length as he pumps into her, dripping off the kitsune's balls while they clap against her pussy and bounce off her clit. Her mind was blank, and too far gone for second thoughts. He releases her tail and moves his paws from her back, down along her sides, following the curves down to her hips. With a squeeze, and a pull, he lifts her off her feet and drives his knot into her. Nothing else existed for her now, the cock spreading her was her whole world, only her arms around the tree, and his around her waist, supported her.


Her dangling legs swayed back and forth in the air while he kept pumping into her, an inch or two behind his knot letting him hammer himself into her for those last golden strokes. As his knot swells within her, she’d feel the pressure against the back of her clit from within her build, and that bulb grinding against her g-spot without mercy. Again she came on his cock, and again seconds later. She lost count of how many times she had cum, squirting around her master's cock as he bred her. Even with her mind blank, she could feel how his balls were at last beginning to draw taut, pulling up as he got close. Deep down she knew he was about to cum inside her, that a man other than her husband would impregnate her. She knew, and she wanted it, needed it. Nothing else mattered to her at that moment.


She’d have begged him for it, would have pleaded with him to cum inside her, to knock her up and make her his. She’d have said and done anything he wanted, if she could but form a single word. He knew what she needed though, even without words. Twice, thrice more he drove that fat knot deeper into her, gaping her pussy so that she’d never be able to feel her enny inside her even if he tried. His balls pulled up, his cock tensing inside her, and even in her current state, she could feel it when they pulsed.


The underside of the cock lodged between her legs bulged while a hot glob of kitsune spunk rushed up his length, and erupted hard inside her. It batters against the furthest walls of her womb again and again, glutting her fertile belly with billions of energetic sperm, digging into every corner of her womb. The sticky load cling to the walls of her womb while still more was pumped into her with every stroke he took, and as the heat of his seed within her sent her crashing over the edge of the most intense climax she had ever felt.


Her whole body tensed for him, squeezed him, locking tight around the back of his knot to keep him buried inside her while he filled her, bulging her belly with the weight of his seed. One by one the ovum waiting within her were swarmed with that dominant vulpine load. One after another they fell to the onslaught as that energetic sperm pressed up against them, dug into them, and slipped within. Each was claimed long before she made it back home, with not one of her coming litter being left for her waiting mate at home.


They continue to rock against one another, Germaine trying even now to roll her hips and grind herself against her lover's cock, and Dusk stirring the virile mess he’d pumped inside her. He slides one paw down around her belly to feel how it bulged with his seed, and lifts his head from her scruff at last. Her head turns at nearly the same moment, muzzles meeting in a rough, passionate kiss. His tongue slid into her inviting muzzle to meet with her own in a dance every bit as intimate as the act they’d just partaken. His free paw slid up further, cupping one soft breast in the palm of his hand with a squeeze, claws kneading into her fur and dragging across the soft skin beneath… adding still more scratches upon her in their passion.


Her body bore the evidence of their affair not unlike an artist's canvas, and as they finally separated, Dusk took it in with undeniable satisfaction. At some point during the act he had bitten her scruff, he didn’t remember exactly when. Her thighs had scratches, her breasts, even her belly shared in those marks. His cum bulged her belly with its volume, and every part of her reeked of the male. He steals a final kiss and whispers to her;


        “You belong to me…”


Germaine didn’t need to answer. She knew he was right.


~


Enny paced by the door, getting anxious by now. Hours had passed since Germaine left for her forest walk. He wasn’t worried, it wasn’t that kind of anxiousness. When he saw her finally returning, his excitement only grew. She was carrying the package she’d left with, but he could see it was open now, and was that a different dress? He was sure that it was… A summer dress and… he wondered if it was a trick of the light as she approached. She seemed to be almost glowing. He swore her belly looked a bit rounder too. Was it all in his head? His wife looked like she was already pregnant…


As Germaine reached him they embraced one another, their collars bumping against each other’s when they squeezed each other. It’s then that he notices. He can smell it on her, the musky aroma of another man. The scent of sex, of breeding. It wasn’t the light, and it wasn’t his. For now it was only the volume of her chosen partner's seed, but in the months to come…


He blushes hotly as they draw away from each other, and she smiles as she feels his excitement in how he quivered in her arms. Germaine reaches up and cups the tag on his collar with a smile, running her thumb over the words engraved there.


“I love you, my cuckypup… maybe I’ll let you out of your cage next week, when my heat is over…”


They both turn together to look back at the forest with an arm around one anothers waist, meeting the violet gaze of their master. The fox stood at the forest's edge, leaning against a tree with a smirk while he watched his pets reunite. The future they would share would be exciting indeed..", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Breeding His Pet: Hunting Game", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "694" }