When the Vow Breaks by Cederwyn Whitefurr

When the Vow Breaks

Cederwyn Whitefurr, Fox, Horror, Human, M/F, Non-Anthro, Psychological, Supernatural, Violence, Zoophilia

When the Vow Breaks

Cederwyn Whitefurr (aka Anthony Wain)

February, 2009-02-07

*Authors Notes: Please be mindful, this is a 'first draft' as it were, and will be refined (if there are any outstanding issues!)

A young woman - in her early twenties, stepped from the wooden staircase down onto the cold sand of the beach, where she slipped off her shoes and glanced to either side, to ensure she was alone. A gentle breeze blew off the sea, caressing her tear-dampened cheeks like a lovers touch, yet there was no love in her heart. Far above, the stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across the black velvet of space, and the whispering of the waves as they approached and receded onto the damp sand, seemed to whisper in an voice from beyond the ages. She stepped purposefully towards the edge of the tranquil sea, where she knelt and clutched her palms together, as she bowed her head and squeezed closed her eyes against the bitter tears that fell without remorse. Several tears fell into the water, that washed over her knees, and she slowly opened her eyes, then rose, gazing out to sea. Slowly, she turned and walked back up the beach, her footsteps erased as the rising tide turned and began its relentless march back up towards where the jetsam and flotsam lay on the high tide line.

In a bar, on the outskirts of town, a young male Vulpine, called Gelfren, sat, rubbing the glass of scotch between his paws, as he glanced casually around the room. He felt tired more tired than he had been in years, both emotionally and spiritually, and the chance to drown some of his miseries in strong drink, seemed to him, the only way too ease his misery. Oh, he was successful very successful highly placed in a large multi-national firm, paid sums of money he often thought of as bordering on the obscene, yet things did not sit well with him. He had married, as some quietly whispered, beneath him, by taking the human woman Kendra but no-one dared say this to him directly, yet he had heard the whispered voices clustered around the water fountain at work. His marital issues were quite the topic at work, especially amongst some of the female staff and they whispered amongst themselves, wether he could perform in the bedroom, to his wife's satisfaction.

If they had known, he could perform quite adequately, but his wife, who was quite beautiful in her own right, intelligent, thoughtful and well groomed and educated, no longer held the same sexual attraction that Gelfren had once found so enticing with her. Now, their sex life was as he often thought of it, uninteresting and lacked the passion they once shared. His mind sought release, to try new things and new ideas, but Kendra had always seemed to be disinterested and lately, downright cool when it come to marital duties.

Now, Gelfren found his pleasures in one night stands, with ladies of both human and anthropomorphic nature, many of whom would do whatever he asked, as it was known, amongst certain people, if you pleased him, he could be generous with his rewards. Many a human woman had found the thought of making love with an anthropomorphic fox, to be alluring in and of itself that feeling of the soft fur, his gentle nibbling with teeth that could part flesh with ease his long, supple tongue, with which many a woman had been brought to multiple climaxes, but some had also had experiences with Gelfren, that they had not enjoyed.

For whilst relatively human-like' in form, Gelfren was in ways that mattered, more bestial than man and when he made love with a woman, who was not accustomed to his kinds physiology, it had caused significant discomfort, and even pain. Yet Gelfren was a gentleman, both in bed and out, and if his partners scent revealed such emotions, he would stop and soothe them with gentle licks, nuzzles and other pleasures that soon washed away the pain, replacing it with pleasure.

Some human women, through methods and practices, that Gelfren did not question, had found being tied with this virile, young fox brought them sexual pleasure beyond anything their human partner could ever hope to dream of, let alone actually perform. Gelfren was cautious, but of late, his apathy towards his lovely wife, and his growing dissatisfaction with her reluctance had made him stray and in his mind, it was always Kendra's fault, never his own...

A young brunette, with long, flowing tresses down to her shoulders, caught his eye from the far end of the bar. She glances shyly at him, and he saw her eyes were the darkest shade of brown, he had ever seen, and then she favoured him with a smile that melted his heart, before she turned back to her drink. Emboldened by this enigmatic young woman, Gelfren slowly made his way through the crowd, then pulled up a chair beside her, his long brush of a tail slowly swishing from side to side. Again, the young lady smiled shyly at him, glancing at him from the corner of her eyes, then reached forwards and tapped the bar, to get the bartenders attention.

"Please " Gelfren spoke quietly, reaching forth and tenderly laying a furred paw on this lady's hand. "Let me get this for you."

Blinking her eyes, the woman gave that furtive smile again, and then reached up with a milk-white hand, and her long, slender fingers brushed back an errant strand of hair that had fallen over her eyes. Gelfren's heart leapt into his throat, and he sidled a little closer to her, then placed a fifty-dollar note on the table for the barman.

Emboldened by the woman, Gelfren moved closer, and then his tail began swaying faster and faster, as he leaned over and gently touched the woman's hand. She demurely watched him as he tenderly ran his clawed fingers down each of her own, tracing the contours of the lines on her palms. When she blinked, Gelfren leaned over, and then gently breathed against the young woman's right ear. She shivered, and then gave him another shy glance, before tenderly squeezing his paw with her hand.

"You're...so beautiful " Gelfren rasped, his throat constricting as his emotions began to overwhelm his self control.

She merely looked at him, then reached out and rested her palm against the side of his muzzle stroking it with her thumbs, Gelfren thought he would lose any sense of self control, right there and then. His heart galloped in his chest like a runaway horse, and he shivered as she laid his furred paw over, then began caressing the sensitive hairs between the black paw-pads.

"I know..." Spoke the woman, her voice a sibilant whisper, yet halting, as if speaking in English, was difficult. "What you would like to do?"

Gelfren blushed, resting one paw over her hand, and then squeezing lightly. "Forgive me lady, I am not so forward normally."

She merely rose, then smiled and gave his furred cheek another light caress, before she headed towards the bar entrance. Ensnared by her exotic beauty, Gelfren followed her willingly, wondering what this young woman had in mind, and where in mind, she intended to enjoy his companionship. Every so often, she would pause and look back over her shoulder at him, then make a beckoning gesture, as she began weaving her way through the Banksia trees, which lay behind the bar. Gelfren was curious, as to why she was leading him to the beach, but as she gave him that enigmatic smile and gesture, any remaining self-doubt and resolve to resist, melted away and he hurriedly followed her.

In the sand hills, she smiled at him, then gestured for him to remove the shoes from his foot-paws, as she delicately gathered up her gossamer-like gown and merrily skipped away into the dunes. Hurriedly, Gelfren took off his expensive shoes and threw them to one side, untying his tie and throwing it to join the discarded shoes. He found her a few hundred metres away, sitting with her knees folded beside her, on a bed of smooth, soft dune grasses. She patted the vines beside her, and smiled at him, her deep brown eyes sparkling in the moonlight. Her milk-white fingers reached up, and clasped his furred paws, pulling him down onto his knees beside her. As he gave an involuntary yelp of alarm, she merely smiled, then caressed his cheek gently.

"Shhh," She whispered into one of his triangular ears. "This place is secluded but I do not think, we want, to be disturbed?"

As she stroked his furred cheek with one hand, the other reached up and slowly began to unclasp the ornate pendant that she wore at her throat. As the catch snicked open, the gossamer like gown she wore, seemed to peel off her shoulders. She gasped as the cool sea breeze caressed her firm, ample breasts, the nipples swiftly hardening as she moaned and squirmed, caught in her own rising arousal. Gelfren couldn't take his eyes off her, and as she reached forwards and cupped his cheeks with both hands, and tenderly pressed his cold, wet nose between her breasts, he needed no further inducement. His tongue licked first one firm, pink nipple, then the other, as she arched her back and moaned quietly, her eyes closed as shivers of pleasure rippled up and down her back...a back that had strange, spotted dappling marks of black and dark grey, like some oddly placed birthmark.

Gelfren gently pushed her down, sliding his paws along her sides and shedding the dress as he went, savouring the warmth from her body, as she moaned and squirmed beneath him his tongue sliding over and around the sensitive nipples, then ever so gently moving down her chest, stomach and navel, where he nibbled her trembling stomach, hearing her gasp in pleasure. He knew how to please a woman, be they anthropomorphic or human, and he found human woman to be much more sensitive and responsive except for his wife. Already, his senses were overwhelmed by the cloying odour coming for this woman, who Gelfren suspected, had not lain with a man in some time. His claw tips raked her sides with a lovers touch, as he tickled, caressed and scratched her gently. He felt his own arousal growing by the second, his trousers tightening around his groin as his sheath bulged and swelled against its confining enclosure.

Yet the secret he knew, was to control his own arousal, and pleasure his partner of the time, in ways she never knew existed or could conceive of. Her scent drove him nearly mad with desire, but slipping his tongue downwards, he nuzzled the downy-like hairs of her pubic region, and he glanced up at her. Her head was thrown back, and the way she arched her hips against his nose, gave him all the permission he needed. Nuzzling through the hairs, he pressed his cold, wet nose against her pale folds then she squealed with an ear-piercing shriek of pleasure as his tongue teasingly licked up one side, then the other before he moved in to feast on the hot darkness.

Even though her pubic hairs tickled his nose and up his nostrils, he ignored them, pressing his nose deeper and deeper, until it was buried against her pubic thatch, and his tongue began exploring its new home. Scents, tastes and warmth beyond anything anthropomorphic or human he had ever endured, flooded his mind and sent it whirling into unimagined realms of pleasure. For over an hour, he licked, nuzzled and explored, until she began to gasp and shiver, then as he pulled his damp lips back, she arched her back and trembled wildly, the first, Gelfren noted, of many orgasms, he would bring her. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he knelt before her, as she squirmed amongst the sandy vines, and unbuckled his belt, and then the button from his trousers. She looked up at him, with eyes like twin pools of liquid chocolate, then her firm grasp seized his paws, and she smiled at him.

Before he knew it, she had him on his back, and in one swift movement, his trousers were down his thighs, ankles, then thrown carelessly behind them both. She looked down at the naked young fox, a predatory look of pleasure and lust overcoming her eyes, as she rested her fingers of her right hand lightly against his heavily swollen sheath, then tenderly clasped his scrotum in the other and she began to carefully stroke his sheath, sliding it up and down, as she looked at him and before Gelfren could offer up a moan of delight she bowed her head.

As her breasts caressed the soft fur of his lower stomach, he gurgled and his eyes rolled, then he yelped as her fingers slid the tip of his sheath down, and her tongue began teasingly sliding around and over the tip of his exposed penis.

"Oh Gods..." Gelfren gurgled, then bucked against her lips.

With a soft giggle, the enigmatic young woman glanced up at him, then she once again began to stroke his sheath, coaxing more of his penis from its enclosure. Pleasure beyond anything Gelfren had imagined, threatened to drag him happily into the obliviousness of unconsciousness, as his heart pounded in his ribcage and every nerve in his body felt like it had been electrified. Her supple lips and tongue, nearly brought him to orgasm there and then but she cupped his scrotum in one hand, whilst carefully sliding his sheath down with the other and then tickling the swelling knot, until it was completely distended. Holding his quivering penis in her left hand, and teasing his scrotum with the right, she slid her lips down to the knot, then Gelfren whined piercingly, as her powerful throat muscles clamped down upon his penis and began rippling.

Never had he experienced oral sex to this degree, and he bit down on his tongue, to stop himself from shrieking in ecstasy, as this strange, wonderful woman seemed to instinctively know how close he was coming to orgasm, then she would squeeze the base of his knot and wait until Gelfren managed to reign in his emotions, before she would once again begin carefully suckling, her throat making odd sucking noises with each downward stroke, making her cheeks hollow.

Gasping and writhing helplessly, Gelfren moaned and shuddered, then when he thought he would surely be unable to hold himself any longer, the woman stopped her suckling and then tenderly stroked his throbbing penis with her supple fingers. Her eyes widened, as she fixed them on the gold wedding band he wore on his right hand index finger, then she tilted his sweat dampened muzzle so she could look into his eyes. He blinked away tears of pleasure, then shivered and noticed her glance, before closing his eyes again and sighing.

"Is this I mean, you are you " Gelfren moaned.

Her eyes narrowed for a moment, then she merely favoured him with a smile and a sly wink.

"Is...no bother, to one...such as me" She whispered, then slowly straddled his hips, positioning her thighs ever side of his own.

"Oh god..." Gelfren gurgled as she carefully lowered herself down.

As her warm folds parted around his impressive penis, Gelfren clutched at the ground with his paws and only as she pressed him back down and him even further, to the base of his knot, did he come to realise just how incredibly warm she was inside. He had laid with many an anthropomorphic female, whose internal body temperature made humans feel cold by comparison, but this woman left others feeling like blocks of ice. She squirmed against him, and with a quiet grunt, slipped herself down over his knot and she winked at him, then somehow, tightened her vaginal muscles around the base of his knot, almost as tightly as he would tie' with another. Pleasure indescribable flooded his body and soul, as she rocked against him, her pelvic muscles squeezing and contracting like rippling waves.

Again and again, she relaxed her muscles, pulling herself upwards, only to contract them again, and slide him back inside, and as his swollen knot pressed against her tight folds, there was a sucking sound and Gelfren whined uncontrollably, any self-control and human-like nature swept away in the maelstrom of pleasure that she brought to him. Almost against physical ability, she leant forwards, and pressed her firm breasts to his muzzle, enticing him to suckle like a hungry kit. He did so, and his eyes snapped open as warm milk seeped from her nipples, rolling over his tongue with a taste that was unlike any milk he had ever experienced. She groaned and shivered, continuing to gently rock against him, as she nodded and encouraged him to suckle.

"It...will give you strength for the time ahead, young one." She panted, and flicked back an errant strand of hair, as she arched her hips against his, grinding his rump and tail into the sandy loam beneath them.

For an hour, she worked him to the height of orgasm, then squeezing the base of his knot with muscles Gelfren never knew a female human had she held him there at the precipice, before relaxing and bringing him to the edge again and again, finally, her squeezing and incredible warmth proved too much, even for her ability to control him, and he cried out in pleasure she muffled his squeals against her breasts, holding him tightly as her incredibly prevailing muscular contractions milked him of his orgasm. As the last drop of his semen was drained from him, Gelfren gurgled, then his eyes rolled back in his head and unconsciousness swept him away into its dark embrace.

He woke, some time later, to find himself laying naked on his back, sprawled in the tidal line, with the gentle waves lapping around him and soaking him to his fur. The first sensation was one of something with incredibly powerful muscles, suckling his engorged penis and lipping at the knot. His salt-stung eyes burned, as he weakly rubbed them, then he gasped in horror to see a six foot long seal, happily suckling as if from its mothers teat. It blinked its large, dark eyes at him, then gave the slightest nip with its sharp fangs, as if to warn him to mind his next actions well. Gelfren gasped and shivered, partly with fear, partly with pleasure, and the chill seawater lapping around his naked furred body, slowly sapped him of his resistance.

Again and again, this seal brought him to near-orgasm, then it would stop, its hot, fish-smelling breath washing over his stomach fur, then it would once again resume its incredibly gentle, yet persistent suckling.

"No...please stop " Gelfren gurgled, his paws clutching at the wet sand beside him.

Again, the seal gave a careful nibble, just enough for him to feel the sharp teeth, but not enough to cause actual physical pain. After thirty minutes of futile suckling, the seal stopped, then manoeuvred itself up beside him, where it lay against his side, its body-heat warming him. Unbelievingly, Gelfren hesitantly reached out and touched the seal's side then snatched his paw back thinking touching it would anger the creature, who had done such incredible things, and made the woman of whom there was no sign, seem like an amateur when it come to oral sexual pleasure of a Vulpine. When the seal made no aggressive moves, Gelfren become a little bolder, and carefully rolled over, so his stomach was pressed against the seals. It gazed at him with an uncanny human-like intensity, then it seemed to almost smile at him, as it nuzzled his throat and shoulder. It make some soft, grunting type noises at him, and he slowly rose, then knelt in down in front of it, the seal blinked it large, liquid-black eyes, then looked down at Gelfren's still erect penis, then up at him. He shivered, then holding his own penis in one hand, he hesitantly reached out at stroked the seals wet cheek fur. It made another odd grunting sound, then lowered its head and with a single slurp, engulfed his penis and began suckling again, as Gelfren rested his paws on the back of its neck and shuddered uncontrollably.

Gelfren didn't care if anyone was watching him get oral stimulation from this seal, as he felt his body succumb to the strong slurping sensations, each flicker of the seals tongue over and around his penis, and the spasmodic squeezing of its throat muscles along his penis, drove him one step closer to yet another orgasmic release. His eyes closed and he began rocking against the seals muzzle, feeling its hot breath against his stomach but little did he know, but a cruel, predatory look come over the dark, soulful eyes of the seal. It continued suckling, drawing the foolish Vulpine closer and closer, as its eyes narrowed into a malicious glare of contempt and hate.

When Gelfren screamed and ejaculated down the seal's seemingly willing throat, throwing his head back and letting forth peals of pure ecstasy, they turned to bloodcurdling screams of fright, agony and horror...

With a savage backwards thrust of its head, the seal tore off Gelfren's penis, then it lunged forwards and knocked him to the ground as he screamed again. Only now, at the end did he see the greyish white underbelly of the seal, slowly darken in spots like patches, and the sharp, oh so sharp, teeth, closed about his throat and bit down, crushing his windpipe and cutting off his final, pealing squeals.

Indeed when the end came, it came quickly for him...

Sitting on a damp, sea-spray coated rocky outcropping, the enigmatic young woman sat, dressed in a flowing grey gossamer like robe. Her finely honed senses heard the footsteps of the approaching woman, and she sighed, then slowly turned and watched the human woman approaching.

"Is he " Asked the woman, her eyes widening with hope.

Sadly, the other woman shook her head, then reached into her pocket and pulled something out, which she handed to the other woman. Opening her hand, Gelfren's wife looked down into the gold wedding band, her husband had worn never to wear again. It would be the only answer, the Selkie in the robe, could give.

Clutching the ring, Gelfren's wife, now a widow, burst into tears, and the Selkie merely turned its head, rose, then dove into the water, transforming into a leopard seal in the process, and disappearing into the foamy wash...

Some time later, Gelfren's wife slowly turned, and walked back up the beach, not seeing the whiskered muzzle that broke the surface of the waves and watched her go, a look of cruel, malicious spite gleaming in its eyes, as an even more vindictive smile touched its lips, before it spun about, slapped the water with its tail fins, then dove back into the depths.

Gelfren's wife knowing only a fraction of the Selkie legends, had missed the vitally important parts. Shedding seven tears into the sea will summon one of the Selkie-fae, but it should be done only, on the light of the full moon, at the stroke of midnight. Her mistake, was choosing the dark of the moon- for she got granted her wish, but the Selkie are generally kind, pleasant and peaceful people, who will help those in genuine need and are not cruel, evil and vindictive creatures.

The Finfolk similar to the Selkie in all respects, except for their malevolent and cruel natures - on the other hand well, that's a tale for another time...

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