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Staring up at the stars out of the top of his tent, Peter suddenly felt soft, furry fingers intertwine into his own. Rolling slowly onto his side, the human found the vixen's face in the dark. Her eyes sparkled much like the stars above them as his free hand cupped to her soft cheek. His thumb stroked over the lush fur of her cheek, caressing along the line of her jaw while her own hand did the same to him, sending shivers down his spine at the sensation of her short, velvety fur running over his bare, human skin.

With their hands pressed together while their breaths intermingled in the close space between them, Peter flashed momentarily back to meeting the girl in the throes of the day with both masquerading about as characters of themselves, acting out battles of a medieval era. Now, as her lips crazed to his own, he felt himself again with his character's witty slogans and cheeky battle moves lost in the back of his mind. As they kissed, their eyes closed, allowing their other senses to flourish in the dark. Their tongues snuck forward, timidly tracing to the others lip before making the plunge against one another, tangling and dancing between their mouths in the passionate french.

Peter broke his hand off from her to cup her waist, pulling her up onto his chest while her free hand stroked his neck, starting to wander down the slope of his chest. Every touch from her fingertip over the thin fabric of his billowy shirt sent a shiver down his spine, awakening his sore body with jolts of excitement sparking out from a single touch. The hand on her cheek slipped down, caressing the curvature of her neck and down her back. He traced her spine till she tremored over him with a shudder. Her lips broke apart from his with a weak moan, "Peter..."

The human blushed at the sound of his name, sliding off her lips in a smooth moan as he felt the heat of her against his stomach combined with a growing wetness leaking through her garments. The realization of her own arousal made his cock, rock hard already, throb between her thighs. Feeling him pulse needily against her, Kathy slipped down off him slightly, wandering a hand under his shirt. Her velvety hands stroked over his chest, tickling the skin with her short fur before circling playfully around his nipples. Peter stared up at her, watching her in the dim light of the moon as she grinned at him, a flash of her bright teeth illuminating the curve of her lips, before she gripped the hem of his top and guided it up off his head. His chest bare in front of her, she leaned down to his shoulder. Lightly, her lips pressed to his flesh in a soft kiss in the hollow of his throat before she continued down. She kissed over his chest, covering his flesh with the light, lingering pecks while her hands stroked down beneath her lips, covering him with stimulation until her fingers hit the waistband of his loose, medieval-style pants.

Glancing up at him with a coy smirk, a hand slipped down past the waistband, gliding down his thigh before she cupped his balls. When she gave a gentle squeeze, he tensed, gasping faintly. Smiling, her hand curled around the base of his cock, slowly sliding up to the tip of his circumcised cock. He shuddered before his lips found her again, kissing with a fresh hunger.

A hand dove between their bodies, grazing over the fabric of her loose-fitting robe to the bare fur that was beneath. Timidly, his fingers explored over his thighs, inching towards her groin where he felt her heat radiating from. As his fingertip slipped over the slick lips of her pussy, she cooed softly, and their kissed muffled the sound. Urged on by her noises, his finger gently nudged aside her lower lips, sliding down against her hot, wet slit.

With his first touch against her needy sex, the girl moaned into their shared kiss. The sensation of her, writhing up to his hand as her lips quivered with the vibrations of her moan, only urged the kiss on. Their tongues fought with each other in a passionate duel like one they'd roleplayed earlier, but instead of swords, they wielded their sloppy tongues. They roamed into each other's mouth. Peter felt the points of the vixen's teeth hidden inside her muzzle while she felt the soft point of his own tame canines.

As he stroked along her slit, her fingers continued to pump along the length of his cock, teasing out a droplet of precum that balanced on his tip, glittering in the moonlight until she smeared it down his length. His fingers prodded lightly to her clit, testing her reaction until she mewled at him in surprise. Her hips pushed up to his touch needily, forcing his fingertip to push down into the tight opening of her sex.

"Ah!" She gasped, reaching deeper into his pants to grip his butt to pull him closer. His finger plunged deeper into her and his cock, hard beneath the barrier of his clothes, rubbed to her slit. They groaned together, shivering with pent up excitement. Their bodies were sore from a day of fighting, worn out, yet they were hungry for each other, desperate for relief. Shifting over to lay beside her, Peter drew his other hand down the length of her body. While one continued to gently slide into her, curling each time he entered to rub up to the sensitive flesh of her walls, his other hand slipped beneath her robe to caress over her plush, furred breasts. Meanwhile, his lips tipped up to kiss up from her shoulders. Starting at her shoulder, he followed the curve of her neck, covering every square inch with a soft kiss over her fur till he reached her jaw and worked down to her lips.

Kissing the corner of her mouth, he drew his finger out from her pussy slowly and slid it to her lower back to pull her against him for another deep kiss. This time, when the kiss broke apart, she pushed him away and raised up onto her knees.

With the moonlight illuminating her lithe frame, she began to slip out of her dress. Slowly, she undid the small ribbons holding the folds of the robe tight around her body, revealing her body in pieces. First, the smooth shape of her shoulder appeared with the top of a full breast, slowly revealed as the tie loosened and one side of the robe fell open. Half of her thigh showed, the muscles beneath her flesh obvious and strong. Then, with the second tie unraveling her second boob fell into the dim light. Shadows danced over her shape, but Peter couldn't pull his eyes away from her full bosom, covered in soft, lush fur with her pink nipples poking out of the fluff. When the dress dropped to the floor completely, he gulped. Her body seemed to be in a starlight haze, with her curves standing out against the backdrop of night time outside the tent. Her hips were wide and shapely, but her waist thinned to a slender shape. Her perky breasts bounced on her chest with the slightest move, glueing his eyes to them until something dawned on him.

Rolling over, Peter fished into his knapsack for a condom, searching in the pile of stuff shoved into his money pouch for the familiar foil package. Staring at him, the vixen's head tipped to the side, obviously confused and curious. Spotting the square package, she waved her hands suddenly. "No, no!" She whined, squirming closer to him. She leaned over him once again, pressing her breasts to his chest till they mashed up to his thin shirt. "We don't need that. I'm on the pill."

Peter hesitated, giving her a veiled look of concern. Gently, the girl's fingers grabbed the bulge in his pants as she leaned close to his ear, practically purring in a husky, low voice. "I want you to fuck me without anything between us. I want to feel every drop from these," Her fingers slipped back into his trousers, massaging his balls in her palm. "Pour inside of me. I want to feel every inch of this," Her other hand coiled around his cock, pumping down his length. "Fill me with nothing separating us. Nothing numbing how good it feels. Just us." A playful little smile lit up onto her muzzle, "Won't it be a bit fitting anyways, to forgo a rubber when we're in our medieval camp. Unless you'd like to use an intestine?"

He chuckled, shaking his head with amusement before he kissed the girl's forehead sweetly. Then, he tossed the condom back into his back, "You win! No sheep intestine for us!"

She laughed, pulling off his chest to squirm lower over his body. Her breasts grazed down his stomach before pressing to his thighs as she worked his pants down off his body. Once the waistband passed his groin, his cock shot into the air.

Working his pants the rest of the way down, she traveled down his body. Once they dropped off his ankles and onto the floor of the tent, she started to slowly make her way up. With her tail raised high in the air, she prowled up the length of his body, her wet slit dragging up his leg and leaving a track of her juices smeared onto his skin to glisten in the pale moonlight. Reaching his cock once again, she leaned down to lick delicately to the tip of his dick, bringing out a full moan from the male. Gently, she kissed at his tip while her breasts pushed up against the rest of his length, teasing her soft fur along the sensitive flesh. Then, her head tipped to the side to drag the tip of her tongue down the side of his cock down to the base where it flicked teasingly down to his balls, tasting the manly musk that clung to him.

He tensed, feeling the heated wetness of her tongue teasing over his skin before she started to kiss up from his groin. She worked over his belly, coating his skin with her soft, fleeting kisses. Peter watched from above, with his eyes half-lidded with lazy pleasure, as her lips worked up the length of his torso. Her breasts pressed down against his skin as she went, pushing them up as her hair spilled down over her shoulders. At his navel, her tongue playfully flicked into the little hole before she continued up his chest to his neck. Then, at last, she reached his lips and they kissed hungerly. Outside, the moon hung up high in the sky with night full upon them. Other campers drifted away from the flickering campfires towards their own tents, beneath their own furs and blankets, but neither of them noticed anything outside of their private tent. They were lost together.

When the kiss broke, Peter gently turned the fox onto her back, kissing each corner of her mouth as if he was sealing an envelope with the soft pecks before he moved to her chest. His soft lips pressed down into her fur, wandering over the swell of her bosom before he stumbled onto her sensitive nipples, circling the pink nub with the tip of his tongue. Kathy mewled, shivering as her nipple swelled, stiffening in the warm air of their tent before the male covered it with his mouth, giving a testing suckle to the pert teat. She moaned and shuddered with the sudden suction around her sensitive nipple. Her fingers curled into the blankets beneath them, gripping the fabric tightly as she puffed her chest out, eager to feel his mouth constrict around the little nub again. He continued to suckle on her teat while his opposite hand moved to her other breast, circling his finger around the nipple with slow, teasing strokes.

Just as the girl's hips started to squirm up, needily grinding to him as her voice filled the air with her gaspy, delight moans, Peter pulled off her breast and began to kiss lower, leaving her shivering at a height of pleasure suddenly cut off. His lips wandered down her belly, pausing at her navel to mimic the playful lick she gave his. She trembled under his touch, but her hips grinded up impatiently, needily pumping up into the air.

Smirking slightly, two hands pressed her legs apart, exposing the glistening, wet fold of her sex. Leaning close, his breath danced over the sensitive flesh till she whimpered. Her sex already dripped with nectar, glistening on her thighs and clinging to the ends of her fur. Gingerly, his thumb pulled apart her lower lips, exposing her inner folds to his explorative tongue. His tongue slipped up along her slit, tasting her sweet juices for the first time as her hands flew to his head, gripping into his hair. Claw tips jabbed lightly into his scalp with an impatient push to her lap. Trying to sate her needy, impatience, his tongue flicked up to her clit, drawing out a gaspy cry before his tongue plunged down into her depths, pushing as deep as he could reach. Her hands clutched harder on his head, holding him still as she tried to grind him deeper into her crotch. His nose bumped into her clit before he extracted his tongue, shifting his lips up around the girl's sensitive, throbbing clit. With the first, gentle suction around her clit, the girl tensed. Her claws dug into his head, messing up his hair and tangling it in knots around her fingers as she humped up to his face, desperate for more.

Assured that she enjoyed it, he started to suckled continuously, feeling her writhe beneath him. Her moans heightened into cries of pleasure before she suddenly exploded. A howl poured out of her muzzle that rang out and echoed into the camp.

As her fingers dropped off from his head and he panted down into her thigh, he heard applause in the back ground. Catcalls rang from the edges of the camp, but Peter barely registered it. Instead, he focused on the girl nestled back in the furs of his tent, grabbing onto him. "Don't stop now! Take me, Peter!"

He cupped her butt in one hand, lifting her enough to gently nudge a bundle of furs beneath her hips, lifting her pelvis off the floor to give him a deeper range before he crawled over her again, kissing along her throat. His cock sat against her thigh, teasingly pulsing with his own arousal as he rolled his hips slowly forward. The tip of his dick grazed to her wet slit, sliding between her lower lips to stroke down her crotch coating himself in her leaking nectar.

Holding onto her knees, Peter gently thrust forward so the tip sat against the tight opening of her sex, teasingly pushing forward enough to stretch her around him. She shivered, squirming her hips up to him in an attempt to drive him deeper into him. Finally, he plunged forward into her, pumping down into the hot, clenching depths of her sex. She constricted around him, holding tight around every into of his throbbing cock as he hilted inside. Her legs stretched up over his shoulders, giving him the leverage to dip deeper into her. She moaned, tipping her head back into the blankets as her mouth hung open, panting heavily.

Feeling her contracting around him, clenching tighter and tighter, Peter tried to speed up. His hips pistoned into her, pounding her down into the blankets till she squeaked with every thrust. Every time his tip drew back, her hips bucked up to him, wanting to be stretched and filled against. With every plunge back into her, he ground to her sensitive g-spot, making her quiver against the blankets. Her legs squirmed on his shoulders, toes curling up into the air.

"F-faster!" She cried, voice loud and unrestrained in the relative privacy of their tent. He obeyed the command, pounding her faster and faster till he had to leaned forward on his hand which rested on the ground on either side of her to pump his hips faster. At last, she started to tense. Her sex contracted tighter around him, holding him like a vice as she screamed.

Feeling her tightness all around him and the spasm of her own orgasm rolling through her body while her moan of pleasure rang out in his ears, Peter came with her, crying out his own pleasure into the air.

As they quieted, they heard clapping. Applause filled the air of the neighboring campers. other tents erupted with noises of catcalls and whoops of delight. Slowly, peter dropped onto his side, his spent cock flopping to his thigh as he snuggled into the soft fur of the girls body and curled up to her body. As their eyes slid shut, tired and content, they could hear the commentary of their fellow camp mates.

"Are you finished now? I want to sleep!"

"Good show! Good show!"

The two merely grinned, amused by the jesting of the other LARPers, but still lost in the hazy fog of their afterglow. Gently, Peter kissed the girl's neck before he pulled a thick fur over their naked bodies, protecting them from the chill of the night already upon them. Outside, the cheering calmed down as other campers started to slip into their own dreams. Against his chest, Peter watched Kathy's eyes drooped as she clutched to him and fell asleep leaving Peter the last one awake, watching the dying firelight outside flickering and dancing with the twinkle of the stars, both their lights stretching. The flames reached up, straining for the sky while the stars bent down, reaching for earth like lovers trying to kiss goodnight.

Peter smiled once more, utterly content, and gently kissed the twinkling star in his arms goodnight before he followed her off into dreams.