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Of Maids And Matings
Castle Nottingham was over three centuries old. It was a stately and proud place full of long hallways, large banquet halls and decorative tapestries detailing the history of the kingdom. Deep within its stone walls there was often little to be seen or heard; the business of the kingdom was centered here, but the magnificent building possessed so many winding corridors and secret rooms that it was easy indeed to become lost inside the gargantuan structure. This was doubly true at night, when all the denizens slept except the night's watch, who spent most of their time patrolling the ramparts. Their duty was to keep people out, not police those already inside.
In one particular hallway, where moonlight shone in through barred windows high off the floor, the endless silence of the night was broken by the padding of feet. Slowly the noise grew, from a mere imperceptible suggestion to dominating the large, echoing space. A door creaked open on ancient and rusting hinges, swinging ponderously aside to allow the silvery starlight forming puddles on the floor to illuminate an unusual duo. Quiet and muffled sounds grew suddenly closer and clearer as two figures moved into the empty space, trying their bees to keep quiet but failing in the echoing chamber. One was a tall and shapely vixen, of noble bearing and mature years. She was dressed heavily in pink, with a skirt that reached the ground and even trailed a bit behind her. She was being led by a much shorter and rather nervous rabbit. Young, unsure and energetic, his outfit was far simpler, shorts a tunic and a green hat. Though perhaps 'led' wasn't the most apt description. For while he sometimes skipped ahead he almost seemed to need to be guided along the rest of the time, as if unsure that he really wanted to get to where he was going. There was a nervousness and lack of confidence about him which could probably be chalked up to his youthful stature. And it wasn't as if his partner were completely self-assured. There was a definite air of secrecy about the two, of a taboo being broken, of people being where they ought not be. Truly youth was partly the cause of this hesitation, though the true reason was a little more personal and private. Whatever the case, the two made their way through the hallways and passages, footsteps sounding out loudly on the stone floor as they made their way to one of the towers.
Not long after they had set out, the pair finally made their way to their destination; the chambers of one Maid Marian, the residence of the leading vixen. Here the pair would be undisturbed, even if she hadn't locked and bolted the door on arrival. This tower was her place, her own. What she did within its walls was her business and her business alone and there would be little doubt in the mind of anyone who might spy this particular pair as to exactly what their intentions were. Their goal was her bedchamber and their excitement betrayed them.
The vixen wasted no time on their arrival. She stalked purposefully forward to her bed and delicately set herself down upon it. She sank several inches into the soft mattress, the extravagant piece of furniture dressed as well, as softly and as pink as she herself. Her partner, the rabbit Skippy, watched her with wide-eyed awe as she did, evidently finding every single second in her presence utterly entrancing and more than a little intimidating. Once the fox had sat down, she hoist her skirts up around her thighs, showing off her long, hazel brown legs. Voluptuous was a word often used about her, though never to her face, and she was well aware of the effect of her shapely figure on the opposite sex.
Indeed the sight seemed to transfix the young lapine as her deft fingers undid clasp and binding, allowing her to nimbly slip out of her dresses and lace. She did more than simply undress however, she made a show of it. Avoiding her partner's gaze as if lost in her own little world, always aware of the male's stare locked solidly on her. She turned deliberately to give him all of her good angles as her outfit slipped down off her shoulders, stretching herself whenever an arm or leg slipped through. Each second revealing more and more of her supple body. After a minute or two she was at last free of her garments, delicately folding them into a neat pile and placing them on the nearby grass. Making sure she was turned just so, that her awed lover would not see all she had to bare until the very last moment. Finally, after so many tantalizing seconds she turned back to face the rabbit, spreading her legs wide and planting her feet on the soft sheets, open and exposed to him. She gently pat the space next to her, an invitation to bed. When she spoke her voice was soft and sweet, her words like a comforting blanket you could wrap yourself in.
"Well now, my swain, what holds you? Come hither and claim your reward, as appropriate for a hero of the realm."
For his part Skippy could do little more than look on dumbly. His mouth was dry, his heart was hammering in his chest. For every bit of expert, experienced elegance the vixen possessed he had nothing but awkward stares. He had known this moment was coming, known for weeks beforehand. But it was different to think of what could be, even to dream of it, and to see the reality in front of him. The maiden as even more inviting than he'd ever imagined her to be, her coat the glossy reddish brown of rich earth, but far more flawless and welcoming, spread over broad thighs and sleek arms. The paler highlights of her stomach leading his gaze down lower and lower, between her legs where the mound of her sex lay. He'd not before seen a canine undressed, though he'd seen his own kind more than once. The exotic shape of her spade was entrancing, flushed with heat as it was. So much more visible and enticing than any he'd had the chance to glance upon before. Especially now when it was bared to him in open invitation. His nose twitched as a cool breeze wafted over her warmth and feminine scent. Everything that made him a buck called out to him to surge forward and become a man, to accept the open invitation and join together in passion.
But still, to know that here and now he'd lose his virginity, and to her of all vixens... it was a prospect that short-circuited every nerve in his body. The desire burned hotly inside of him like the flame of a furnace but he himself had no idea how to proceed. He could have stood there for hours, just drinking in the incredible sight, debating his next movement. But he managed, at long last, to get a grip and forced himself forward, taking quaking step after quaking step, halting only when he became aware that he was still fully clothed. A blush reddened his cheeks as he briefly wondered if he should try for an alluring display such as had been presented to him, but the idea faded quickly. He certainly didn't have that kind of talent.
Nervous, snow-white paws tugged almost desperately as his shirt, lifting it over his head and tangling his arms before a flurry of shakes managed to whip it free, tossing it aside with utter abandon. His hat went with it, lost somewhere in the pile of green fabric. His pants, already tented and with a prominent damp, sticky patch, were likewise tugged down, the bunny tripping as he took a step with them still hung around his ankles. It took several annoyed kicks to finally fling them away also, his undressing complete with absolutely none of the poise and seductive style of his partner. It was a clearly amateur effort, but one that made the vixen giggle nonetheless. It was just too adorable to see. If only all the men she met could be so eager to be with her. Still, perhaps some reassurance was in order.
"Bold knight, there's no need to be so forward. We have ample time to dally."
What had once been a slight blush bloomed hotly under his fur, Skippy pulled himself to his feet. His excitement, in all areas, was blindingly obvious. His paws were balled into fists, his ears jutting skywards, his eyes sparkling. And he was erect, as hard as a rock and twitching, leaking a steady stream of silvery pre that formed a thin snail-trail behind him. For such a young buck he was evidently deep in the midst of puberty and far more than ready for his upcoming defloration. Before he could react, a pair of strong paws gripped his shoulders and lifted him up over the intimidating threshold of the bed, sitting him down upon its sheets softly. Smiling coyly at him, Marian moved up towards the mounds of pillows at the head of the bed, motioning for him to make his way to her. Silently and awestruck, the lapine complied, getting on all fours and crawling forward to meet her.
Trying desperately to swallow while his throat was as dry as a summer desert, he finally found himself standing between the foxette's legs, a foot away from her, her broad, full thighs filling his vision, the soft pink of her sex the center of his universe. He could feel the heat radiating off her, hear her soft breaths, scent the trace of perfume that clung to her fur. And there he froze, utterly unsure of what to do next, what move to make.
While this was to be his first time, Marian herself had far more experience under her belt. She smiled as she recognized the familiar signs, the rising panic as a young buck who hadn't expected to get so far ran completely out of ideas about what to do. With a warm smile she reached out towards him, grasping him firmly by the wrist and pulling him forward. He responded with stilted steps, avoiding eye contact and staring at the ground, before he fell forward onto all fours, paws pressing into the soft fur of her chest. She saw a jolt go through his body at the touch, a quiet gasp at this, his first intimate contact with a woman. Her hand released him, moving down and back to provide needed guidance to another part of the bunny's body. She reached between his legs for the eager package there, but no sooner had her had even lightly caressed the soft pouch of his balls then the rabbit gave out a choked gasp, his twitching carrot giving a jerk and shooting a hot, sticky rope across her wrist. She fought the instinct to pull back in surprise. Was he really that worked up? That eager? That sensitive? Was he cumming already, from the sheer excitement?
"Oh my..."
She had to act quickly then. If she made him pop just with her paw, leaving him kneeling there without consummation, then the embarrassment of the whole affair could have a terrible impact on such a young man. He'd need something, no matter how little. Almost without thinking one of her legs lifted up, curling over the small buck's back and pulling him down onto her. She felt his length kiss against her exposed sex, unleashing another burst of warmth, before pressing inside. She shivered with the sudden contact, the sharp excitement of knowing that they were actually doing this/ Almost reflexively his hips bucked. Once. Twice.
"HNNNN!"
He let out a quiet cry of desperation and release as Marian felt the heat bloom between her legs. The lapine's eyes were already squeezed tightly shut, his entire body rigid, making small, short jerking movements as she felt hot bursts being loosed from him, each accompanied by a quiet gasp, moan or squeak. After half a minute or so it was over, the rabbit panting and seemingly a bit dazed. The vixen herself staying silent. She'd seen worse ways to lose your virginity and at least he'd be able to walk away from it knowing he'd done the deed -however brief it had been. But she couldn't quite stop herself being a little disappointed at the brevity of the whole affair. She'd got a little worked up over their secret little meeting despite herself and to have it all be over so soon -and without her obtaining any satisfaction... Not unexpected but a bit lacking. Well, perhaps when he was a bit older he could-
"Sorry. Should... should I start?"
The comment gave her pause. Skippy was looking up at her now, still blushing madly, sweating slightly from the heat of release, but apparently in earnest. Had he missed the intensity of his own peak, or had he simply not recognized it as the putative end to their lovemaking? But she gradually came to realize, as they both lay there, that his release hadn't seemed to have cooled his desire one bit. He was still as hard as ever, nestled against the warm folds of her entrance. Maybe she was in error? Had that simply been a little bit of overexcitement she'd mistaken for a true release? Surely not.
Marian tried to regain her composure and hide her surprise. Her partner did indeed seem intent on a second round. What that some of her other squires had such stamina. Many were one-and-done and she knew quite a few inconsiderate enough just to get up and leave after. Her own kind tended to go once, and tie for hours afterwards, which could border on the aggravating when they were forced to hang around and make small talk. But this was her first time with a rabbit. They had a reputation and perhaps this one yet had some surprising things to teach her.
"Oh. Y-yes. Of course, my knight... I am yours to claim."
On hearing this confirmation. Skippy set right back into thrusting into the warm vixen. He wasn't entirely sure what had happened either, when she'd touched him and seemingly set every fiber of his being on fire, but he was determined to do things right this time. He wasn't entirely unaware of how things worked; his mother was raising three children alone and often had 'visitors' over to help make ends meet. He'd picked up the basics from that and occasionally stumbling across lovers in the fields and forests that surrounded the village. But aside from that time when the sheriff had been persuaded to... refund their taxes he'd not seen anyone faced with someone as large to them as the maiden was to him. How did you even proceed without looking foolish and awkward? It was tricky finding his footing and what position to best mate her in. After a few seconds of fumbling he settled on reaching up to grip her shoulders while tucking his feet under her thighs. She helpfully lifted her legs for him, crossing them behind his tail and helping hold him up against her. It was a relief to know that at least one of them knew what they were doing, and that knowledge filled him with the confidence to press onwards.
Secure in his position he thrust his hips forwards. Now he could feel the soft cushion of her sex between his legs, surrounding his pointed shaft on all sides with a delightful heat that seemed to soak into him and warm him from within. It strange shape seemed perfect to press around him, to provide a tight yet yielding entrance to her depths for him. A newly awakened instinct took control of him, his hips beginning to press forward on their own, driving into the hot embrace again and again. His pace picked up rapidly, each thrust harder and faster and deeper than the last. Soon the base of his length was buried inside her, the soft fur of his sheath kissing her mound over and over. He felt a strange rising pressure, a nameless urge before something burst free.
"NNNGH!"
Once again a noiseless explosion of heat bloomed within him. He felt himself go off like a firework, a rushing, shooting feeling between his legs that made him grip the vixen's shoulders firmly as his hips slammed home, slapping wetly against her increasingly soaked sex. His body shuddered with pleasure as he felt burst after burst seemingly pour from him, before the pleasure faded as suddenly as it had come upon him. Once again he was panting and hot, his face pressed warmly into the older fox's chestfur, able to scent a faint smell of lavender perfume.
Marian watched him lie there, catching his breath. His second orgasm hadn't taken too much longer than his first, though he'd managed to mount her that time. He'd shot a lot too, for such a young lad. Not the heaviest load she'd ever taken but definitely impressive for his size and age. She had to admit he was certainly an energetic fellow if he was able to go twice in as many minutes. Perhaps his first hadn't really 'counted' somehow or his body had-
"Sorry. Um..."
With a sudden burst of surprise the vixen realized that her swain was moving again, his hips pulling back before pressing forward once more, already in set a rapid pace. Was he really trying for three times in a row? She knew from experience that the young ones could have remarkable stamina, and from reputation that rabbits could apparently go all night, but she'd never had one to herself to test the waters with. If he could get this far, then there was no telling when he'd run out of steam. She was astonished enough that she could do little but lay there, legs still hoisted up in the air, presenting herself for his pleasure. She watched him press into her again and again, soft slaps of his sheath pressing against her hot folds, well lubricated by her arousal and his earlier release. Once again his pace was quick, jackhammer-like as it rose to a crescendo. Once again she felt him grip her tightly, his eyes squeezing shut and his length slamming home as another rush of pleasure overcame him. She felt the now familiar burst of heat inside her, this release pouring in more deeply than the other two now that he seemingly had more of a run-up to release.
"Hah... hah... huh... wow..."
Skippy again lay flat against the vixen's stomach as he once more caught his breath and waited for the fireworks to die down. He was pretty sure he'd just cum. Maybe the other two times as well. Everything about this was quite new to him, but he was pretty sure that sudden rush of pleasure and pressure that had made him want to cry out at the top of his lungs was the glorious peak that was supposed to mark the end of lovemaking. But he didn't feel done; he still felt as eager and excited as he had been when he'd first seen the older vixen undress before him, when he'd first felt that electric touch of her against him. And while he was a little out of breath, he could feel a rising nervous energy in him yet again. Somehow something deep within him just knew he wasn't yet done. He adjusted his grip and pulled back, a shiver going up his spine as he felt heated walls caress his maleness, just as sensitive and stiff as ever. His hips began to buck once more, a little slower and more controlled than earlier, but still at a rapid pace. He tried to stay calm, control his breathing, enjoy the delightful feelings coursing through him. It took a little longer this time, but it was less than a minute before his vision began to blur and his peak was once more upon him.
"HNNNNN.... HAAAHHH!"
Marian panted heavily as she lay back, looking up at nothing in particular as her partner climaxed yet again. Now she was simply enjoying the feeling; Skippy was hardly the most proficient lover, but his energy and enthusiasm was infectious, and at this point he'd been pumping her for a few minutes at least. As the brief pause to catch his breath came to an end and he began going at her for a fifth time in a row, the vixen wondered if perhaps this would be enough to push her over the edge before the young buck tired. The shallow, teasing thrusts were stimulating enough and he showed no signs yet of tiring. However, as her own breathing got deeper, an involuntary moan escaping her lips, she felt the hot burst that signaled the end of this latest bout of mating.
That was the only problem she found; just as she was getting into it, he'd stop. Sure, it wasn't long before he'd start up again, and he was lasting slightly longer each time, but he was inadvertently being a terrible tease. This was compounded by the fact that he was still a growing lad and couldn't get in too deep or push her to her limits. She felt herself clenching around the hot pink carrot that was once more thrusting into her, but it still slipped seamlessly in and out, penetrating her heavy sex with ease no matter how she tried to hold the firm maleness inside her. Even as she tried to think of some strategy, some way to maximize her own enjoyment, she could tell he was nearing yet another climax. The whole situation was made even worse as another hot burst was released inside her, adding to the copious lubrication that was present. He certainly didn't seem to be cumming any less either. Just how many loads did he have in him?
As his sixth run began the fox decided that it was worth working the eager lad. Up until then she'd been a bit lax, simply presenting herself and laying back while he did all the work. A considerate lover would work to her partner's pleasure and perhaps a little... encouragement would let him last longer. She began to focus on his rhythm, timing firm squeezes of her walls around the deepest points of his thrusts, tightening up as he entered her and providing more friction to grind against. She immediately felt him spasm inside her, the sudden resistance proving enough to push him over the edge once more, just a minute after he'd started. He nuzzled into her chest and let out a soft moan, muffled by her stomachfur as his hips bucked into her in short, sharp strokes.
[sub]"Mmmph..."[/sub]
Skippy was in heaven. His head was spinning and his body felt like it was on fire. He hadn't thought things could get any more incredible than they were, but then something had squeezed and caressed his sensitive shaft and he'd nutted right then and there. Even as he felt another burst of sticky seed pour from him, even as he felt the slowly ebbing fade of pleasure leaving him tired but increasingly satisfied, he could still feel the slick walls tightening around him in soft waves, encouraging him to return to form, to continue to pleasure the vixen he had mounted. It seemed as if everything before had been... almost just foreplay, finding his pace.Fun, most definitely, but not a solid, proper breeding like he was about to give. Now as he re-mounted the vixen and began pumping into her in earnest, he felt as if he were properly pleasuring her this time. He could feel her body responding to his, inviting him in, trying to hold him there, deep inside. Providing delightful resistance when he tried to withdraw. It was as if she wanted him in her, as deep as he could go, and he felt the answering instinct moving his body, aching to fill her up, to pump all of his seed into her. It was an incredible urge, the need to breed. Something he hadn't felt before in his life, not in any of the other times he'd been excited or daydreaming or playing with himself.
"HNNN!"
He felt what could have been the burst of another climax, but this time he didn't slow down. He simply kept thrusting away as the hot spurts poured from him, pumping deep into the vixen, seeding her. She was starting to moan too, louder and louder with every thrust towards her womb. The noises she made caused his ears prick up and his fur stand on end. Wordless invitations to go deeper, to thrust harder, to push himself again and again and again to hilt into the hot wet sex pressed beneath him. The fur of his ac slapped snugly against the warm cushion of her mound as his hips jerked energetically. Time seemed to stop, and yet the entire world seemed to rush by as he peaked again, and then again. He crested orgasm over and over, barely breaking his rhythm, he was so caught up in the act of mating His fur became soaked with sweat as he hammered away with his hips, struggling to catch his breath as he burned with heat, shutting his eyes and drinking in the feeling of pure bliss that seemed to bloom between his legs.
"Oh... Oh my! Oh... yes! Yes... keep going my swain!"
The vixen let out a few gasped words of encouragement as her legs wrapped around her partner's waist, helping him press deeper and faster into her. She was lying flat on her back now, arms spread wide, panting heavily as the sound of rapid wet slaps filled her ears, each one accompanied by a jolt of sensation from her nether regions. Skippy could feel something rising within him now. He knew he was going to cum yet again, but this time he could feel it, really sense the rising pleasure within him. Now, now he knew why it was sought, why there was such moaning and gasping, such a rush to the finish. He grit his teeth to stifle his own gasping moans, redoubling his efforts as he pumped away at the plush, plump canine sex. The lewd sounds of eager mating filled the air as pure feral instinct gained control of him. His muscles burned with exertion, threatening to give out, but desperate need drove him on. Slowly but surely his muffled moans turned into pleasured growls, a fizzing, growing wave of hot passion filled him up, starting at the soles of his feet and rising until even his ears tingled with it.
"NNNF! HNNNFFF HNNNNNGGGGHHH!"
Before he even knew what was happening he was slamming deep into his partner once more. Flat on her back Marian felt only the smallest of spurts this time, even as the young bunny buck continued to pound her increasingly needy pussy. At long last, it seemed, he was running out of juice. She hoped the frenzied pace would last, but to her rising disappointment she felt the thrusts begin to weaken and slow, even as she needfully clenched around the spent maleness inside her. With a shuddering gasp Skippy finally collapsed on her heaving chest, letting go of her as he went completely limp. Her body screamed at her for more, to be taken the rest of the way to reach her own satisfaction, but there was no more. The rabbit slipped slowly off of her, his twitching length withdrawing with a wet slurping sound and leaving her sex splattered and soaked with cum and the juices of her own excitement. It twitched in the open air, a few small droplets slipping from the tip and sliding down its length. To Marian's surprise it seemed as if this latest effort was the last and best the buck could provide; he looked spent and drained at long last. How many times had he climaxed? Ten? Eleven? She'd lost count in the rising heat, but it was certainly a number to do his species proud.
To her complete lack of surprise, he wasn't even leaking now. It seemed he had utterly spent himself inside her and had not even a drop to spare. She reached down a paw between her legs and pressed it into her heated entrance, feeling how hot and swollen with need it was, shivering a little at how sensitive it had become from all the attention, even the gentle touch of her fingers making her gasp now. Her paw pulled away sticky with fluids, both hers and his, intermingled. In the heat of the moment she couldn't resist licking delicately as the silvery sheen, immediately tasting the sharp salt of maleness on her tongue. This provoked a rising fire in her loins, unsaited desire demanding to be slaked. Looking over at the tired buck, who laying on his back, chest rising and falling softly. A mischievous idea took root in her heated mind, fed by her burning lust.
"Good sir, if you would permit, perhaps there is yet one pleasantry I could show you..."
Marian pulled herself up to her knees, making her way over to her tired partner. As exhausted as he seemed, she noticed that his bunnyhood was still very much erect and ready. Hearing no objections she positioned herself over him, carefully reaching down and grasping the pink length, lining it up with her own exposed and dripping entrance and holding it in place as she slipped down. He slid easily inside her, slick walls welcoming the return of the stiff maleness between her folds. For a second or two she stayed there, atop him in cowgirl position, looking down at the young bunny with a soft smile on her lips.
"Aww surely you're not done, already? No, I think not. We aren't finished yet, I don't want your affections to wander, my swain. I must make sure you don't think about any other girls for some time..."
All Skippy could do was stare back up at her, watching those vulpine eyes sparkle with desire, not knowing quite what was going on. He'd never even heard of this sort of thing happening; bucks were supposed to be on top, he was very sure. His own instincts had led him to buck and thrust and mount and mate while his partner lay beneath him. Could it be any other way? His questions were answered as the vixen raised herself up a few inches, before dropping down heavily onto him.
"UNF!"
The sudden sensations that danced over every single engulfed inch of his length made his whole body tense yet again, pulling him from his tired stupor. The maiden began to ride him, moving her body to press him in and out of her, using his dick for her pleasure as well as his own. At first he was too tired and surprised to do anything but lie there, but as the silken, silvery sensations continued up and down his shaft he felt his body begin to respond in kind. Shaking hands reached up and gripped the vixen's broad thighs, holding onto them and helping pull them down onto him at the bottom of each press. His hips weakly bucked up into her as she rode him, his exhausted body doing its best to try to match up with hers. For the first time he wasn't setting the pace and the more mature fox was moving in a much slower and more deliberate fashion. Skippy could feel his own desire to go hard and fast, but his muscles felt like lead and there wasn't too much he could do except let the vixen enjoy herself. And how could he argue with that? As much as his body wanted to rest it felt utterly amazing as the mature vixen milked him for all he was worth.
This was a totally different kind of pleasure, far more drawn out and sedate. He could feel her warmth all around him, her growing arousal soaking into his fur for once, marking him with feminine need. He'd picked up on the fact that she wanted him earlier, but now this was far more blatantly obvious as she loomed over him, occasionally throwing her head back to moan deeply or slam her hands onto the ground on either side of his head as she tried to stay upright despite the ecstasy wracking her body. The mild frustration of his instincts in being so pinned drew out this particular mating for several minutes as he grew more and more excited. He lacked the energy and ability to go fast and hard enough to push himself over the edge but it was inevitable that he'd reach another climax sooner rather than later. Indeed, it was almost as if his partner were trying to force the pleasure from him, the warmth and tightness of her body driving him onwards. His hips pressed up faster and harder, soon able to slap into the canine's sex several times before it pressed down and smothered his cock. His grip on her tightened as he body began to respond more and more to the rising sensations. Finally, with a quiet gasp, he felt himself let loose again.
"Oooo-OOOOOHHHHH"
This time his peak was different yet again. He felt the familiar tingle, starting down low and spreading to fill every limb, felt the rush of pleasure, the burst that seemed to explode inside him. But there was no rush of warmth this time, no heated spurts. As the vixen pulled up off of him he saw his stiff length through blurred vision as it slipped almost completely out of the sopping sex. It twitched and released a weak squirt, a few drops of nearly clear fluid, before the fox slammed down again and buried him once more inside her. It didn't look or feel anything like the hot flood that had poured from him earlier. His mind, swimming in a rose-colored fog of pleasure, decided he must have emptied himself for the maiden. Such thoughts, however, were slowly pushed aside as he realized that Marian hadn't stopped moving, and indeed seemed to be going faster.
The vixen had barely noticed her partner's latest peak, if he had anything left to give it wouldn't be much, especially compared to the steady stream of lubrication she herself was now releasing. She was close, so close now! Only a few more minutes would do it! She needed release now, after having the eager buck slam inside her so many times, teasing her for so long! Her sex cried out to be filled, her warm passage desperate for a male -any male- to slam themselves against her cervix. She couldn't stop herself now, even as her buck once more slumped to the ground, relinquishing his grasp on her thighs. He was almost completely spent, she could tell, but she was determined to draw every last ounce of pleasure from him before she was through.
Skippy looked up at the ceiling as it seemed to swim overhead, not really comprehending the fancy patterns and paintwork he was looking at. his chest heaving as he once more caught his breath. He felt like he was pinned to the ground, like his body weighed a thousand tons. But still the vixen rode him, not letting him get any rest. He could feel his shaft press into her, again and again, still hard and sensitive after all this time, still willing to continue, being forced to continue despite having nothing left to give. Marian's movements became even more rapid, slamming down on his crotch wet a wet *Smack!*, making his whole body shake with the suddenness of each impact. This time he made no attempt to buck or move much at all; his exhaustion was complete now, and only Marian's vigorous movements atop him were keeping him going.
Indeed, she was driving herself onto him now, using him almost like a toy as she struggled to reach her own peak. He felt her tight sex clench further and further, gripping him and squeezing with divine pressure. She was stroking him inside her, milking him, making him twitching and jerk and pulling him along towards another drawn-out release. Not for the first time that day time seemed to lose all meaning to him. He was caught up in the fox's pleasure, in the movements of her body, in her overpowering desire. There was nothing he could do but lie there and feel the almost overwhelming bliss that flowed over and through him like a tidal wave, stoking his internal fires, forcing him closer and closer. Finally, after what could have been five minutes or five hours, the moans echoing in his ears grew higher pitched.
"Ah! AH! AH! AAAAHHH! HHHNNNYNESSSSSS!"
Now it was his turn to feel a burst of warmth between his legs. The vixen slammed herself down on him, contacting around every inch of her length as she squirted around his cock, reaching her climax at long last. The heat, the pressure, the shock of it all, the incredible pressure on his dick. It all conspired to force one long, last release from him. Almost numb with pleasure he felt none of the spurting bursts that had marked earlier orgasms. He was utterly and completely dry at this point, with not even a drop to be milked out of him, no matter how hard the vixen's sex clenched around him. He let out a wordless moan as his paws curled, gripping handfuls of sheets and scrunching them up in his grip. And yet still the maiden pressed on, her weight overpowering, hilting hi to the base of his sheath, deeper than he'd managed to press himself in earlier. His whole body seemed to tingle and spark with sensations.
"HNNK!"
He felt the sudden oversensitivity of being pushed so far past orgasms. He would have yelped, but his tongue felt thick and heavy, just like the rest of him. Fortunately for him, at long last, the vixen fell back; letting him slip from her one last time, his shaft already softening and receding back into its sheath. Her sex quivered, leaking a steady stream of thick fluids that pooled onto the soft and slightly damp sheets below. Now the pair of them lay there, both tired and spent and satisfied at long last, catching their breath as the heat of their joined slowly ebbed away bit by bit. For a minute or two the labored sounds of their breathing filled the air, but gradually faded. Finally all was peaceful, the castle completely silent, sound deadened by the thick stone walls. The quietness of the room seemed to wrap around the pair like a blanket, separating them from the world in their own special little space, all to themselves, secure and snug.
It was ten minutes later that Marian managed to pull herself into a sitting position, feeling much cooler and more composed now that she'd had some time to recuperate. Her partner was still out of it, he may even have been asleep as far as she could tell. His eyes were closed and there was a big, dumb grin on his face. Pleasant dreams perhaps. She busied herself with a little cleaning up, having always made sure to keep a small towel and face cloth tucked away in her chambers for just such occasions. Once that was done she replaced her clothing, discreetly dressing herself until one could scarcely tell what energetic activities she had just participated in. Of course she made sure to don not her copious dresses, but instead a far more simple nightgown. She had nowhere to go after all and would end her long night in bed. Her fur would neat combing of course, and the scent of bunny buck would be with her until she had a chance to clean up properly. Oh... and she was still incredibly sensitive. The feel of soft fabric against her sex made her quiver now and then, a stark reminder of her condition. But that would fade with time. For now, she could take a few minutes out of her day and wait for her young hero to recover before tucking him into bed. Perhaps in the morning they would enjoy a repeat performance before heading off to breakfast.