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Wicked Magic

The Lovers Forced

Part one of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Adagiodajiang

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The white fox stood tall, fabric flapping around his body, though he wore long pants beneath, his cloak inscribed with runes of power. Between his paws, held a foot apart, he formed a fireball, crackling and spitting magical energy, hurling it at his opponent, a lean lizard who was no match for Sandor, his staff held proudly in his paw as a Summoner.

At the trial, set in a bare circle of ground, framed with wooden stands for spectators, he stood proudly, pulling at his magic. Sandor spoke softly, under his breath, allowing him to better frame his spell as the lower class members of the crowd cheered, enjoying the show even though they did not understand what his trial entailed. They were only there for the thrill of it, what break it gave them from their daily lives. They'd go home that night and talk about the strong, young fox mage with white fur, but they would not understand what he had cast there.

Sandor smiled faintly, however, enjoying the touch of his power as he swiped his staff from left to right, summoning a long, twisting length of vine. It undulated back and forth, yet there was no time at all for his lizard opponent to react as he sent it out, twisting around and around the lizard's legs even as he called on his own magic.

The lizard might have been a strong opponent, but he was still no match for Sandor, not after all his training, his study, as he brought another fireball, that one crackling with blue flames, to life, hurling it forth with a short, sharp cry. It would not hurt the lizard, not as he threw up a protective shield just in time, but it knocked him off his feet with a muffled curse, ending the bout.

"A splendid trial, Sandor."

Elder Ron, a wizened yet powerful beyond anyone's imaginings wolf, stepped forward, a smile behind the heavy, grey fur on his muzzle. Sandor took a moment, offering his paw to the lizard, who clasped it gladly, sharing their congratulations on the demonstration, even it if had been a trial to see, more specifically, just how far Sandor had progressed in his training.

"Your ability has come on tenfold, young one, greater than even mine was at your age," Elder Ron said with a nod, his expression growing more serious, his brows thick and heavy with greying-out fur. "But there is still much for you to learn, even if you have mastered two, completely opposing, types of magic: the magic of growth and plants and, of course, the tenacity of fire. Few master one and to bring two to such a level as this... Really, it is quite remarkable, and I have seen much in my time."

"Thank you, elder," Sandor said, respectfully bowing, his paws clasped together at his chest. "It has been an honour to train under your guidance and I hope to do so for many years more."

"Yes, I anticipate it eagerly too, for you and Aleixon too, of course," Elder Ron said, gesturing to the lizard, who practised different types of magic to Sandor: the perfect opponent for his trial. "However, there is something more you should know, especially when it comes to restoring your mana, the life force of all magic."

Elder Ron shot him a wink as if he was imparting something that was secret and scandalous, but was, in fact, something that all mages would have to learn sooner or later.

"Here... In times of need, your own body can provide a source of manner and aid you in creating a potion. I will include the recipe with the scrolls sent to you this coming evening, but the strongest form of mana, made from your own body, comes from your semen. As a means of restoring mana swiftly, it may even be sold to other mages and will provide you with another source of coin during your journey."

Sandor blushed heavily and nodded, though it was something that he had not thought, not before, could be as productive as Elder Ron said it was. Perhaps he should have given it more attention before?

But that was of no matter as Elder Ron continued, his paws clasped behind his back as the wolf grew more serious again. He'd always been one to switch back and forth like that, as if he did not truly know which track to go down, two opposing parts of his personality colliding.

"Now... We must continue your studies, young one. You must travel south now, far off, far beyond the barren lands, to collect a herb. A diagram will be provided yet this herb is so rare that it does not even have a name and the way there will be perilous. Being as rare as it is, adventurers and travellers will pay an exceptionally high price for this herb when brewed into a potion to restore health and heal even the most desperate of wounds - far stronger than what we grow in the gardens here, even when of the exotic variety."

Elder Ron smiled more gently, though the quest was set.

"This is your quest, to retrieve this herb for the next stage of your mage training. Profits from the potion brewed, of course, will be split with you and the remainder going into the furthering of our mage school and housing, the preservation of magic."

"Of course, elder."

Sandor bowed shortly, his white fur bristling to have another quest. Yet being so far away, even if it would be quite a trek, meant that he could spend more time with one that had become closer to him than anyone could have imagined.

"Do you require a centaur to use as a mount?" Elder Ron questioned, leaning heavily upon his own staff. "We have many fine centaurs staying in our accommodation at this time, seeking work in the field."

"No, elder," Sandor said with a smile. "I already have my assistant, Alyssa, a doe-taur: she will be more than sufficient to carry all that I need."

And much more than that too - but Sandor had not yet decided how he was going to reveal everything about the two of them to the town at large, those that knew him and those that knew Alyssa too. It had to come out eventually, even if many would not understand how such a relationship between them could ever have blossomed - yet he was not there to please them and neither was Alyssa.

He rushed back to his small, simple abode, but the only one that he wanted to see was tucked inside, the doe-taur who was so kind as to keep his home as he liked it while he was training and studying, all while assisting him on his quests too. He swung open the door with a flourish, his lips already breaking into a wide smile that should really have betrayed the true nature of their relationship. If anyone had seen, that was.

"Master! You have returned!"

It was merely his formal title, as a mage, but he was so much more than her master, the doe-taur, Alyssa, waiting until the door closed before throwing her arms around him. She had grown up in the household of his family, merchants with enough money to be comfortable, a playmate when young while her mother worked for his family, but he had always treated her as an equal, not as an underling.

It was natural that their relationship had bloomed, Sandor stealing a quick kiss from her lips while she giggled and blushed sweetly, hushing him about being discreet when others did not yet know what the lure of their relationship truly was. It had grown, slowly, her falling in love with him, not wanting to say anything, even as her mother moved on and she took care of his family instead, doing all that was needed in their home. But where she had thought that her species would be too much of a barrier, along with her lower class, for Sandor to ever feel the same for her, the fox had surprised her by confessing his feelings first.

And that was how the dainty doe-taur with soft, brown fur and white speckled spots over her hindquarters came to be. Her human torso was similar to that of an elf, light and fine, though she did not have the pointed ears of one. Her ears were larger, shaped like those of a deer with the fur to cover them too, her blue-green hair spilling down between them in a fall of curls. Although Alyssa did not usually wear anything on her deer half, as a doe-taur, she always ensured that her breasts were covered adequately in the human and anthro fashion, though it would not have been such a misdemeanour amongst the deer-taurs where she came from.

He told her of his quest, holding her hands in his soft paws, though they were hand-like too, tipped with short claws rather than her nails, Alyssa's tail twitching inquisitively the whole time. Of course, she would go with her boyfriend and her master (as a mage only) wherever his work took him, keen to get going as she bustled around, preparing for the journey.

They would leave in the morning, but the night offered a chance for her to pack supplies, ensure they had enough food, stopping Sandor from helping her too much.

"Master!" She batted his paws playfully away, though there was always an edge of heat in her cheeks when she tried to exert any assertiveness with him, as if it was not quite her place to do so. "You need to rest. Sleep now, then we will be better placed to strike off on the quest for this herb come morning."

In the end, she had had to curl up with him in his bed, the shutters drawn taut and firm over the windows to ensure their privacy, just to get him to rest. It was not a secret that either liked to hide, but Alyssa didn't want to cause any trouble for Sandor, wanting to see him go from one strength to the next in his mage training.

The next morning, she smiled as he buckled on the leather packs, slung on either side of Alyssa's body. She was small, but she was strong - more than strong enough to carry everything that they would need, for she would hunt and forage for them along the way too. Sandor, of course, would insist on helping her, but that was just another example of how the relationship between them had developed, equal partners in it even though she was the one who wanted to make sure, too much of the time, that the fox was taken care of to the exclusion of all else. But Sandor would never allow Alyssa to forget about herself and her wellbeing.

It was one way in which, softly so, they complemented each other, helping each other, even if their relationship would change and develop naturally as they spent more time together. It was the way of it and all that it was supposed to be, for they could not forget and shed the shackles of where they had come from.

But they could learn to work with them, finding ways, every day, to make them lighter, to better understand each other, even if they did come from different worlds.

Out away from the town, they didn't have to pretend to be only a mage and his assistant, the doe-taur publicly seen as someone who managed his house so that he could study. Someone of his station in life, after all, didn't need to trouble himself with menial work, though it was, admittedly, the kind of thing that Alyssa enjoyed a lot of the time anyway. She liked the quiet of it, even if she would have liked to be around Sandor even more.

The path was easy, at least to start with, one well-travelled that they could keep up a good pace on. It made for easy conversation as Alyssa walked close enough to him for her shoulder to bump his lightly.

"It's so nice being out here," she said softly, not needing to raise her voice to be heard. "And with you... It's been so long since we were out of the town!"

She spread her arms wide, bumping him again, but Sandor did not mind, laughing along with her.

"Yes... Then I don't have to worry about anyone seeing me do this, do I?"

He grabbed her around her waist and spun her around and around, the deer-taur shrieking, though it was all in good fun, the wind picking her blue-green hair up from the back of her neck.

"Sandor! I'm going to be sick! Stop spinning me!"

But it was difficult for Alyssa to sound as serious as she needed to be when she was forcing the words out through her giggles, eyes glistening with happy tears. To be so free, out there, with her boyfriend, her partner, the fox that she hoped so very much would be with her for life was something special indeed.

With the thick forest around them, though they did not need to hide, not truly anymore. He swept her half off her cloven hooves, lowering her down, though it was not the kind of "dip" that an anthro could be bundled into, even if it was just as romantic. She was heavier, having her human-like torso and her deer body to contend with, though Alyssa's cheeks still glowed a sultry pink as he dropped a kiss on her nose.

"You're always going to be the most beautiful creature in the world to me..." He murmured as he drew her back upright, though it was trickier to help her rotate, to help set her back on her hooves once more. "And I can't wait to tell everyone in the town and beyond simply how much you mean to be, my darling."

Alyssa covered her face with her hands, though there was no hiding her blush, how it practically made her face glow, her tail tucking down and twitching.

"Oh! Sandor! I haven't heard you talk like that before! But... But are you sure? I don't want to cause any trouble for you, not when your reputation is growing still, especially..."

But he shushed her with a finger on her lips, which only made her blush all the more.

"One day, everyone's going to have to accept inter-species relationships, especially with taurs as darling and as sweet as you are. If they can't see it, that is on them and not us, most certainly not on you, sweetheart."

Alyssa squirmed in place, wanting to bid him to be cautious, but, really, what more could she say? The fox was the best partner she could ever have wished for and she wondered just what it could be like to walk through town with him, not having to hide that they were together. Could they even go out to dinner together at the tavern, share a drink or two?

It was a small goal, a small dream, but Alyssa didn't have any big dreams in life, more than happy with the simple things, the little things that made the world, and love, go around.

"We'll see what is right at the time," she said, laying a hand on his arm. "For now, let us walk together. The forest awaits."

The forest hugged them closely, though the path they were on was not one that was all that often used by travellers. To go south, they needed to delve deep into it, the thicker tangles of it where wild magic still reigned, though some said that the mere existence of that was a mere rumour. Alyssa wasn't so sure what she thought about all that, but she did know that she trusted her partner to keep her safe from all harm.

He chuckled softly, tickling her side, and the doe-taur squealed, leaping away from him. Her hooves might have skittered, but the fluttering of her heart was not something so easy to deny, not as it beat for Sandor, only for him.

"You're so skittish," he teased her, bringing yet another bright blush to her face. "Are you going to be like this too when the going gets much harder? It'll be steeper ahead and those skinny legs of yours will have to keep up!"

She gasped, hands on her hips - or at least where the join of her human half to her deer half lay. Although Alyssa's cheeks puffed out indignantly, the blush still coloured the upper part of her cheeks. Sandor wouldn't have teased her as much as he did if it was not so easy to make her blush.

"You wicked fox! I'll have you know that it'll be your tail that is struggling to keep up with me, not the other way around! Do you forget that I have four legs and you have only the two? And I'm the one carrying all of your bags!"

Sandor's eyes widened, though he held his amusement back behind a carefully placed mask, not even allowing his mirth to twitch at the corners of his lips.

"Oh, love! I didn't think of that, of you carrying all of my bags! I must be so lazy, no! No, this is something that must be rectified immediately!"

He pulled at the bags, fidgeting for the buckles, as if he was going to slide them off her back right there and then, Alyssa stumbling, fumbling over her words as she flapped her hands in the air.

"Oh! Oh no, that wasn't what I meant, I was just joking, master! I didn't mean..."

He grinned, pushing his foxish snout up close to her face, tickling her nose with his soft, short whiskers.

"I know... Don't you think that I might be teasing you too?"

Alyssa blushed and tucked her head away, but Sandor made her show her face, even as their lips touched, heads tilting the opposite directions, all to deepen the kiss.

Her heart pounded, he felt it against his chest, their bodies pressing together, arms around one another, pulling in so near that they no longer wanted to know where one of them ended and the other began. He kissed her deeply, passionately, putting all the love that he had not been at liberty to show and all his passion or her into the kiss.

Their tongues brushed up gently, lovingly, against one another as the kiss deepened, their lips parting against one another to allow them to become even closer, hearts lifting, breath catching. Oh, it was all that they needed, everything that they were so very desperate for, Alyssa melting into his arms, her ears folding softly back, splayed out to the sides.

Was there anyone in the world luckier than her to have such an amazing boyfriend? She thought hazily, though the warmth of him against her was too alluring for her mind to wander all that much, wanting to push up even more closely to him, to feel every inch of his body and how it ached up against her. It had been a while since they had slept together in the way that meant they had been doing more than merely sleeping and she longed already to feel his hands on her. Maybe there would be enough time for them when they camped for the night, to seek out that pleasure again...

The kiss left them both breathless and panting, though Alyssa blushed far more than Sandor, rubbing her face as if the doe-taur could wipe it away. He took her hand as they progressed, not needing any further words, walking deeper and deeper into the forest with her, the path narrower, the road less visible under their feet and hooves.

But that was okay. They would be fine, as long as they had each other, and that was all that mattered to the two of them, no more than that.

The road, however, was not just narrower and darker with the trees closing around them, but it was bumpier, strewn with rocks, tangled tree roots reach up as if to trip them. Yet they had to keep going, for the way was true, Sandor leading so that he could better show Alyssa the path, for she had four hooves to contend with, not just his two hind paws, clad in boots at that time.

However, it was not a way to go as he reached for his magic, pulling on the essence of plants and life, how it thrummed in mana a hair's breadth beneath his fingertips. He murmured the spell aloud to help his focus, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling, his power trembling through his body.

Yet all Alyssa could do was watch in awe as Sandor opened up the path for them, even if he could not lay down a path directly for them - not yet in his training, at least. The trees creaked and moved to the side, revealing a path wide enough to allow them to walk side by side, even if the physical exertion and mana depletion that Sandor faced from the act of opening up the road before them left him panting.

But he was still pleased with what he had done, at least making it clear where the two of them were to go, the stones even bumbled out of the way from the shifting earth under the surface. Where he could make plants grow, seemingly from nothing, it took a lot of manner to move the land like that, though it was one of many things with Sandor's learning that would grow better with practise and time.

"And now the road is open," he said proudly, shooting a cheeky glance sideways at his sweet doe. "Just as you should be for me..."

She didn't catch that, ears twitching as she gasped faintly at the display of magic before her. Even though she did not possess the skills to learn magic for herself, not like her boyfriend, she was still very much in awe of it, her hands clasped together.

"Oh, master! That's amazing! I thought we were going to have to take the staff and break through to..."

Her eyes widened, the fox's paws running down her back, scratching either side of her spine with his short claws. Alyssa's breath caught, his paws roaming all the way down to the base of her tail, curling around.

"Oh... Sandor..."

She breathed and let her head fall back, but she didn't want to stop him, not even as she blushed furiously. They were still technically out in the open, even if they had somewhat made their own path through the forest - well, Sandor had, she couldn't exactly claim any part in that. Oh, he was confusing her, her cheeks and her body heating up as she rocked back into his touch, his paws curling around her buttocks, squeezing faintly.

"Yes..." He murmured, eyes dancing with horny mischief. "I have another spell here that does not take any mana at all, in opening up your passage for me, darling..."

Although he spoke softly, Sandor's lust was impossible to hide behind his words, the doe-taur groaning as he pressed his fingers into her flesh. Panting lightly, she licked her lips, rolling her head from one side to the other, but such a motion wasn't going to relieve as much of the building tension in her body as she needed. No... That could only be done with Sandor, only with her lovely, white fox who made her heart beat so very quickly for him.

He slipped a finger under her tail, lower still, against the soft slit of her sex, knowing how to find it after so long together, so long making love, enjoying the pleasures of each other's bodies however they could. Her body might have been different to his, different to an anthro body, yet pleasure could be gleaned in the same way, at least for a lady, as he teased her entrance, the doe-taur's forelegs buckling sweetly.

"Oh, ohhh..." Alyssa moaned. "Please... Oh, what if someone sees us?"

Sandor rubbed his thumb over the top of her tail, shaking his head slightly.

"It's okay, honey, no one is here... No one's going to see us, it's just you and me, only you and me..."

That would have to be enough, at least for the moment, his finger sliding deep inside her, the taur gasping. It was good, so good, good enough to make her head spin, her body aching, her heart pounding, yet the thrill of doing it out in the open - something that they had not done before - was not so easy to dispel. Alyssa leaned into him as he pushed his fingers deeper, working them back and forth.

Ah, but he did not know whether he was just going to tease her, at least right then and there, or if he was going to press on, to see what further delights they could tease out in the soft greenness of the forest surrounding them. It was too tempting for him, after all the time that they had been private and secretive, never honestly doing anything outside the bedroom, not even kissing. That was why the kiss, not all that long ago, had bene so important to them, need rising in his loins, tightening, pulling his pants tauter and tauter around his hips.

Oh, but the need was there, so devout, so powerful, flowing through him with pump after pump of his fingers, feeling how her wetness clung to his fingers and strung out between them. He parted his two digits, outside her slit, and Alyssa blushed and moaned under him, as if she didn't much know what to do either, that she could do something with him then, even tough their relationship was one that had been hidden to such an extent before.

She moaned, whimpering lightly, her ears splaying out, needing it all, her body aching softly for him. He knew exactly how to draw on the twisting pulse of need deep within her body, to tease it to the forefront, step by step, more and more. There was no rush about it, even though there was a quest to go on too, but she clapped a hand over her mouth, if only to try to hide her moans and her blush, though they were both failing acts, to say the least of it.

"Don't hide from me..." He whispered. "You look so beautiful like this..."

That shocked her a little, embarrassment and shyness tangling up together in her heart, though it was not as if they had not spoken to each other like that before. It was just the raw, sheer honesty in his voice, brimming over, that got to her, as if Sandor could not bear to go a single minute more without telling her how much he loved her, how he adored her.

She panted, but the deer was still acutely aware of the time there, the quest that was still to complete. It had to be getting into the late afternoon and twilight would soon fall, too quickly, even though they were in the summer months, offering them some of the longest days of light of the year. With a great effort of will, she rose, curling her forelegs under her and pushing up, though the weight of the bags strapped and buckled around her, even though they were comfortable, did not help there.

"Sweetheart... Ah... Ohhh... We can't... Mmm... Sandor, that's enough...for now..."

Weakly, she rose, meeting his grinning face with helpless eyes, even though the deer-taur, of course, was far from such. He was only teasing her, all to get that beautiful blush back on her face, just as he liked it, though Alyssa was rather warming up to the feeling too. It was a prickling tingle that ached deeply through her, the wetness of her slit throbbing for more.

For she didn't just want his fingers, she wanted his shaft too, making sweet love to her long into the night. But, first, they had to reach a good place to set up camp so that they were secure for the night. At least, that was what Alyssa kept in mind as she stood again, stroking his white-furred head briefly, an awkward sort of pat that only had him chuckling.

But the doe-taur could, in her own way, take back control of the moment, kissing him softly, her nose quivering as if she was more deer than woman, if only for a moment, though it was only a faint sensation. As he had before, her lover and partner kissed her back as passionately, tongues slipping in together, though it was Sandor who led, the fox's tail wagging delightedly at being so close to her again. He did, in a small way, regret teasing her so, but it would only make their time together later even sweeter for it, her body warmed up and ready.

Soon... He thought, pressing in tighter, his arms squeezing in around her. Soon... He would let everyone know what his glorious doe, his sweetheart, the light of his heart, what she meant to him. No one that mattered should ever care about a relationship like his, one that benefitted them both with a give and a take that he had hardly dared imagine could be his. And anyone that thought they had a say over who he was with could face him in a duel.

He was sure Elder Ron would approve of that.

"Once this quest is over, he whispered, their lips still barely apart, brushing, barely touching, sweetly so. "I will tell everyone in the town...and beyond...what you mean to me. I don't intend to hold you secret any longer, Alyssa, and I hope you can forgive me for keeping the secret for this long. You are too wonderful to hide and it should never have happened."

She whimpered, nipping at her lip, hand stroking his face, fingertips running along the line of his cheekbones.

"But...I don't want anything to happen to you... Your reputation..."

"To hell and back again with my reputation!" He exclaimed, passion lacing his words as the fox raised his voice. "I don't care about things like that...as long as I have you. And as long as you have me... Everything will then be okay."

She nodded, amazed that he truly cared that much for her, though the fox had never been shy about his feelings for her, not after that first time they had confessed, awkward and fumbling, barely adults. They'd waited long enough for it, their feelings for each other, blossoming naturally, to be fair. But it was what they wanted, to be able to be open with one another, not hiding their relationship, even if Alyssa was more than happy to hide things, if only for his sake. Things might become more difficult for her too, with rumours and worse spreading, but there was little she honestly felt that she could not handle, as long as her sweet, sweet fox was by her side.

Sandor smiled, drawing her close as they walked, Alyssa's giggles light on his ears. Oh, how he'd needed those giggles, the softness of them, how they were better than the finest music from any instrument. Yet after all that time, he had managed to become one who could finally protect Alyssa, strong and in a position at long last where he could do good and right by her.

She knew it too, though Alyssa still marvelled, as they walked along, like the long-time lovers that they were, that he had chosen her, in the end, that he had become so calm, so collected, so confidently powerful in himself. He was a far cry from the white fox she had fallen in love with, though she distinctly remembered the times she had comforted him after he'd returned from his schooling.

Those had not been the best of days and one of the reasons, she suspected, that Sandor had pressed on to become as powerful as he could, to never be in that position again. For he had been terribly bullied when he was younger, not for any reason that Alyssa could honestly understand, for it seemed petty at best when he sobbed the stories to her, showing his true, vulnerable side. They'd even struck him, the other children sending him home to his parents and family with black eyes, though there was little his parents could do about it. Even though they were from a merchant family, they did not have the power that the other nobles did, those higher up in society.

Thus, they could not protect their son and it hurt them too.

She was glad, very much so, that he had moved past that, for it was not a trial that he deserved to carry with him. Although, there was one incident, long ago, where he had confessed a crush to her too. That had been more surprising than anything else and something that had made the doe-taur bury her feelings for the fox even deeper than before, for the anthro that Sandor had had a crush on was handsome indeed. Moreover, he was a male - an anthro tiger with an easy smile and fierce eyes. When he had been over at Sandor's family home, he hadn't given the doe-taur the time of day, but that was what she had come to expect from others. It was better than being mocked and scorned, as she grew up and found her own little place in the world, what little corner of it she could make her own.

But that crush had not come to anything, the fox all grown up, an adult moving forward in his life - and, still, he had kept her by his side. Not by force, but he had asked her - actually asked her! And that might have been the most surprising thing of all.

Ah, those were memories, only memories, and the doe-taur shook herself out of them, skipping ahead of Sandor with a little hop. They didn't have any place in her mind, not when she was with her partner, the one who she, hopefully, would spend every last day to the end of her life with.

There was nothing and no one that Alyssa wanted more.

Several days of trekking passed with varying degrees of speed, considering the altitude, the forest calling them on, though the path was narrow and winding. Sandor used his magic to open up a path whenever needed, though, with respect to the forest, closing the path after them again was important too and took more energy than merely opening up the path to begin with. It did no good to leave the forest as if a new route had been cut through it: if that was ever meant to pass, the blessing of the land and mana itself would have to be asked first.

However, when they closed in on their destination, bones tried and heavy, along with the cloying weariness of their limbs, they were forced to set up camp. It had been a trialling, yearning trek so far and not one that they could pursue past nightfall, a wolf howling in the distance. Alyssa was naturally warier of wolves than Sandor was, being a prey species in part, but neither truly knew what the wolves out in the wilds were really like. It was not as if they came around the towns and villages much, warded off by magic and those with cruder, non-magical weapons used when protecting livestock and crops.

Setting up the tent with Sandor, Alyssa's skin prickled with need, feeling the presence of her partner so close to her, as if the essence of him was pressing in against her without actually touching. It was an exotically alluring feeling, not one that she had ever given all that much thought to before, breath catching, hitching, need rising, moment by moment.

And yet it would have to wait until they were inside the tent and prepared, a fire crackling in the pit they dug outside, ringed with stones to contain it, everything just so. They'd broken and set up camp so many times over by that point that it came naturally to them, finding their roles easily, for they had worked out what they were best at and used their strengths to their best advantage.

The tent was set in a small clearing that the fox had created, using his magic and mana supply to push back the vegetation, even though it was still thick around them. No one without magic would have been able to traverse the unwelcoming forest as swiftly as they had, but even they did not know, not yet, what true horrors lurked within.

In the tent, Sandor licked his lips, eyes gleaming faintly in the low light, the light of the fire illuminating the inside of the tent, though their figures were soft in there with no defined edges. It left a glow, but his paws were as gentle as ever as they stroked down her back to unbuckle the packs, letting them slip to the ground.

Alyssa's breath caught, tail flicking up without any conscious thought, though it was not as if that part of her, her desire, was under her control. She could control, of course, how she reacted to it, but whether it was there or not was something beyond her comprehension, the tickling tease of his fingers massaging and working their way gently down her spine sending her shivering delightedly.

"My darling..."

Oh, Alyssa loved how his words poured over her like warm honey, sinking past her skin, right into her soul. He did not stop there, helping her out of her top too, a leather wrapping that kept her breasts covered while allowing her full flexibility and range of motion - just as she preferred her attire to be. Other than that, the doe-taur was completely bare as her lover stripped before her.

First his cloak, spilling to the floor in a ripple of blue fabric, too fine to wear out on a quest, but suiting Sandor all the same. And then his shirt, a soft, functional off-white cotton that made his fur look even purer, when there could be no such thing.

Of course, Alyssa knelt on her forelegs to help him off with his boots, for it was something that she had always taken pleasure in doing for him, all so her boyfriend did not have to bend or strain, a smile pulling at his lips.

He always told her that she didn't have to do that for him, that she didn't have to act like that. But it was something that Alyssa wanted to do and it was that which made all the difference for her. She was not his servant but his partner, in more ways than one.

When his pants and undergarments pooled on the floor of the tent next, he drew her up to stand once more, kissing her faintly. For a moment, all there was lingered in the sound of their breathing, a soft moan from her lips, the fox's tail wagging, brushing the side of the tent in a sweeping motion of fur against functional, magically-infused fabric.

"I'm so lucky to be with you," he breathed, drawing her in close, his arms around her, paws down in the small of her back, rubbing slow, soothing circles. "Sweetheart... Thank you so much for coming with me. You didn't have to and I know this journey has not been comfortable for you. But it has bene made all the better for having you here with me."

She blushed and kissed his cheek tenderly, hoping to hide the glow of shyness in her face, even if that was unlikely to be something that she could ever hide from a partner who knew her as well as Sandor did. She "bopped" his nose with the tip of her finger, making him snuffle and startle back slightly, the doe-taur giggling.

"I think, good sir, you might just be trying to seduce me..."

Sandor's eyes widened, though the fox did not hide the lopsided grin that leapt to his lips, nor the wag of his tail.

"And what if I am?"

By way of answer, she held her finger to her lips and backed out of the tent, his paw in her hand. Although she might have been shy, she was still taur who could make her own decisions and she knew who she loved, who she wanted to be with intimately, so very sweetly so.

In the light of the fire, the flap of the tent falling behind them, they kissed deeply, passion flaring behind their touch. It was not the first time they had mated during their time out in the forest, but it was a sweeter time, a time that felt as if something was changing between them. The closeness between them, away from the town, had had a chance to grow more freely and it was that which was more important than anything else. For the lack of hiding had changed things, perhaps forever, and all for the better too.

Though they did not have to think about that, not right then, not as Alyssa softly folded her legs under her body, lying down on the seating blanket that Sandor had laid out for her, a log beside them that was a little closer to the fire. But they were to be down on the ground that time, their bodies working perfectly together as his body responded to the pull of lust, shaft fleshing out with blood and rising to attention.

Alyssa whimpered as his paws travelled sensually down her body, from her human half to her deer half, the taur embodying two parts of a whole. Her chest and flanks shuddered with breath, her anatomy unlike that of any anthro, but she could not help rolling her hips lightly back into his touch as his fingers, once more, found the softness of her slit.

The fox was not about to hold back, not as he spread her open, fingers dipping inside, finding them swiftly slick with her juices, her arousal flowing freely. Rumbling a pleased growl, Sandor pressed his fingers deeper, groping her hindquarters with his other paw, feeling the sensuality of her body, how her backside rounded out softly even with the harder layer of muscle underneath. She was beautiful exactly the way she was, though the fox could have spent hour upon hour ravishing Alyssa's body with his eyes alone, even if the option had been there for more.

Without the restriction of clothing, he could do as he willed, dropping to the blanket as Alyssa whispered his name, lips and tongue at the ready. Her breathy moan twisted into a needy cry, tail twitching above him, as Sandor nuzzled in close, tongue flickering out to lap over her slit, the tantalising heat of her folds.

"Ohhhh..."

His tongue, oh, it was the best. Whether it was flicking over her slit or delving deeper, even curling up against her clit, tucked a prayer within the entrance, though still only a part of her that could be revealed when she was turned on and dripping. Alyssa had been embarrassed, before, about how wet she got for him, though her sweet fox had always been kind enough to tell her that it was all fine, all natural, that he loved her exactly the way she was.

She didn't mind it so much anymore as he lapped up deeply inside her, making sure to drag his tongue back over her clit with every stroke, the doe-taur gasping and panting. She tried to get to her hooves again, thinking that she was putting his head and neck at an awkward angle being down on the ground as she was, but he pressed her back into place with an insistent paw on the top of her hind end, just in front of her tail.

"Mmmmph... Oh, Sandor... That feels..."

But she couldn't put it into words, not as he lapped into her, a soft growl trembling along his lips. With his arms around her back end, he pulled her up a little just so he could get a better angle, his tongue pushing and curling as deeply up inside her as it could, pulling and tugging along that so very sensitive spot within her passage that always made her moan and whimper in that special way. Again and again, he pleasured it with deep curls of his tongue, his doe-taur trembling in his arms, legs quivering.

Licking his lips, her taste thick on him, head swirling with her scent, the fox whined against her.

"Shush, honey, just feel... Anything you want is yours. I will never abandon you, never, I promise..."

Yet the words were difficult to allow from his lips with her scent flooding his senses, an ache in his neck and her taste thick on his lips, in his mouth, swirling around his tongue. He could not hold back, not as he settled her back onto the ground again, her legs curled under her and leaving her back end exposed, sweetly so. With a grunt, Sandro dropped to his knees from the awkward crouch he'd been in, having wanted that flexibility, his cock in his paw and throbbed anxiously.

He could not hold back, but he wanted her and she wanted him, Alyssa's eyes shining as she looked back at her lover, the fox that she would never let go of.

"Please... Sweetheart, fill me... I ache for you so much!"

He tugged her tail up with a low growl, pushing inside her as if his shaft was meant to be there, thrusting, grinding, letting her body rock with him and the sweet tenacity of the strokes of his member. It drove deep, her body well-used to taking him by that time, yet it was still every bit as wonderful as the first time they had come together, so much more than Sandor could have ever expected mating to be.

"You are mine," he murmured, leaning over her, the doe-taur tipping her torso back so that she could be even closer to her lover. "Always and forever... I will never let you go..."

"Ah... And I...ohh...will never leave you either, Sandor, never... I promise... Ohhhh!"

But the doe-taur was not to be faulted for losing herself to his thrusts, how he drove in, each long, powerful stroke claiming her even as he made love to her. In her own way, Alyssa laid claim to Sandor too, something changing between them that night, something that could never again be taken back.

And they would never want it to change, not as her passage slickened further around him, a mess of their mixed juices, the fox's balls bouncing lightly off her body with every thrust, with every stroke. She needed him, though the only fault of the position and their different body types was that it was difficult for them to hold each other close during sex, though things could be done to soften the edge of that. Her body closed around him with every thrust, squeezing down, though Alyssa was barely aware of what she was doing, reaching back to clasp his paw tightly in her hand, a connection that was even more potent than his cock driving into her.

The deep strokes of his shaft had the fox panting heavily, tongue lolling out - and, still, he held back, if only to give his sweetheart as much pleasure as possible.

"Always mine, Alyssa," he murmured, ears splaying out to the sides, honesty ringing through his tone. "I love you so much... I'll always be with you."

She didn't have the words to send back to him, not right then, but the doe-taur clasped his paw with as much passion as she could, sending every ounce of her love and fierce adoration for her life partner down that connection. His cock speared lusciously into her, driving up to her innermost barrier but not so deep as to be uncomfortable for her. It was the perfect size for her body, the perfect fit, though his thrusts came with greater and greater urgency, panting heavily as he pushed over her.

"Oh, Alyssa..." Sandor moaned. "I'm so close... So close..."

She wanted him to cum in her though, to feel the hot spill of his seed all over again pouring into her, drawing him in nearer, whimpering and shoving her backside back a little bit more. She had to tell him, had to show him that she needed it, that she craved it, whimpering breathlessly as her head tipped back to expose the vulnerable expanse of her pale throat. The heat of a blush coloured her cheeks, but there was nothing there to hide, not at all, not as he grunted and pushed more deeply, more desperately, their bodies balanced on the joint precipice of orgasm.

Yet their cries of climax came at the same time, give or take a heartbeat of a moment, beautifully tipping over the edge together into the freefall of orgasm. Hot spurts of fox seed flooded her pussy, one after the other, yet the doe-taur wouldn't have wanted it any other way as she ground back onto him, fingers sweat and slipping on his paw. He held her tightly, however, nose buried into her hair, inhaling her scent as he lost himself inside her, the pull and ripple of her sex through orgasm pulling the fox to an even greater high than before.

Alyssa shivered delightedly, though she was far from cold, her body prickling and tingling with heat, lacing her fingers lazily with those of her lover. Sandor pulled out from her cunny as his shaft softened, leaving a hot spill of fox cream in the wake of his shaft, need pulsing through him, aching so very deeply. Yet it was a satisfied kind of ache as he pressed his fingers tenderly into the messy cream-pie of her sex, a mix of their lust even while a thicker dollop of his cream drooled from her, the fox licking his lips.

She was even more beautiful like that.

They laid on the blanket for a while together, the doe-taur on her back with her torso curled to the side, taking the chance to stretch out after such a vigorous session, though the soft words between them were important only to them. They laughed and they held hands (his paws, of course, though they were close to hands, at least in the grand scheme of things) and they kissed, all as lovers should. Sharing a cold meal of potatoes and cooked sausages fuelled them for slumber and, at least partially, the day ahead, before they retired, losing themselves in each other's arms.

Sleep was never as sweet as it was together, always loving one another.

For them, that would never change.

Continued in part two of three...