# Emara and Worrin

Author: Keva Stonemane
Tags: First Time, Fox, M/F, Milk, Missionary

Okay everyone, you're witnessing history in the making, the very first piece  
of literature I plan to submit to Yiffstar!  
I'd like to thank first my friend Ookami Shichiyou, who introduced me to the  
site, and secondly my friend Ryan, who got me  
into the idea of writing up this sort of literature. (He's read my other  
works and thinks I'm a kickass writer, so why not  
use that skill to help some people spill their seed after a long day?)  
P.S., Comments are greatly appreciated, thank you!  
  
In any event, I now present to you my first furry lit, Emara and Worrin!  
  
In the darkness of a forest clouded always by mists of physical and mental  
nature, through which no true path led and in which no seen creature  
resided, there was of sorts a mansion, a small castle if you will. It was  
built in basic design, a rectangle of ornate red wood and white stone with  
four higher towers at each corner, all capped with softly black slates which  
were separated from the wood by gold trim. The numerous windows were not  
quite shaded, but the view into them from inside was faint, no true forms  
able to be seen as much as simple shapes. These windows, along with the few  
doors, were rimmed with silver, leading one to the conclusion, and  
rightfully so, that the owner of the estate was a very rich person. To be  
exact, a very rich girl. Her name, as you might have gleaned, was Emara.  
She was tall, perhaps six feet or more, and her limbs were thin, yet muscled  
to some extent. Her eyes were a brilliant green, a shade that had won her  
most of her current servants, and the lashes were long and seductively  
abundant. Her fingers were long and gentle, and gave a calming touch that  
could settle even the angriest or saddest soul she encountered. Truly, she  
was a beacon of beauty, and those few who had seen her in the night, a tall,  
shapely vixen lurking through the trees and staring with her almost glowing  
eyes, regarded her almost as a legend.  
But what they could not glean from what they saw were some vital points to  
her description. For one, her entire body was covered in chestnut brown fur,  
excepting the white over her chest, stomach, and loins. also, the hair  
flowing long from her head was a lighter brown, as was another unusual  
feature she possessed; her foxlike tail. Her face was different also from  
the humans that achieved rare glances of her, shaped like a fox as the rest  
of her seemed to be to some degree. Her hair she usually tied up, so that it  
seemed a second extremely bushy tail had sprouted from the back of her head.  
This was the so-called 'Spirit of the forest'.  
  

  Today, however, her good natured smile was gone, and her normally good  
attitude was now stressed and irritated. She had been this way for days now,  
and no one, not even herself, could understand why. It seemed that she had  
some sort of... craving, but nothing she did could satisfy it. She had eaten  
full as she could many nights, but it was not hunger. She had read of her  
books long into the late hours, but it wasn't a thirst for knowledge. She  
even took to sprinting about the woods around her, but even that didn't stop  
the craving. For the life of her, she couldn't place what this odd craving  
was. In truth, there were two of them, but they always came and went at the  
same exact time. One took the form of an ache directly between her legs. The  
second was a duller throb in the left side of her chest, not the breast  
itself, but deeper in. For four days now, she had been feeling them and  
trying to work them off, but they had ony gotten worse. What WERE they...  
Finally, during a rest in one of her moonlight runs, she found a possible  
answer. For one, in her books someone always found someone they were happy  
with, not as a friend but as something much sweeter and deeper. When she  
read about these things, the throbbing in her chest worsened. She had never  
had someone like that... all she had were her servants, the numerous talking  
foxes that helped manage her home. All the time, they would sneak off to  
dark corners and do who knows what, loud moaning and cooing coming from  
their meeting places. Before, she didn't care what they did there, or think  
that there might be emotional attatchment. But now, she realized what they  
were doing, and the love that it (Sometimes) entailed. she needed this love,  
to fill the craving she had. What the other ache was, she couldn't figure  
out just now.  
But who was she to get this love from? There were none like her around, she  
had never seen anyone or anything except the foxes that infested her estate.  
Maybe one of them...?  
Most of them had already made bonds within their own group, and those that  
did not seemed rather runty or too dull to be chosen for this. So which one  
would it be...  
  

  As she pondered this, a small, rhythmic swishing sound announced that one of  
them had entered her room. She turned her attention from the world outside  
and her own fawning thoughts to the newcomer. The slight breeze ruffled her  
large, fluffy hair and made it partly cover her eyes as she looked him over.  
"Hello, little one," She said in a melodic tone to the medium sized, bushy  
orange fox before her. His eyes were large and brown, a bit adoring of her  
looks as he took a moment to remember his intent.  
"I... uh, came here to say your feast is done, Mistress..."  
She smiled at his bashful manner and swung her legs from the windowsill to  
look at him fully.  
"Call me Emara, and your name is...?"  
"My what?" he said, his eyes giving the impression of being snapped back to  
reality.  
She giggled and kneeled down to his level, petting him gently and smiling at  
the dreamy expression he let come on.  
"Your name, little one, what are you called?"  
"w-Worrin..." he said in a shuddering voice, almost fighting to keep his  
eyes open.  
"Is something wrong, Worrin?"  
After a moment, he choked out, "Y-you smell v-very pretty..."  
"Well, thank you, Worrin," She said, smiling wider as she picked him up,  
"Would you like to be my escort down to my 'feast'?"  
He stammered for a while before Emara put a finger over his lips, noting  
their softness.  
"Calm down, then try again."  
He took a few deep breaths then, with eyes closed, repeated, "I'd love to."  
"Good," she replied, holding him close to her C-cups as she left the room  
swiftly. During the feast of her servants and herself, Worrin got the  
honored spot sitting on her lap and eating from her hand, which seemed  
almost to make him faint with happiness. When they were done eating, Worrin  
had attempted to leap from her lap, but she caught him midair and held him  
to her chest again, adoring his shy behavior and his soft fur on hers. To  
the annoyance of some of the other foxes, she brought him immediately back  
to her room, shutting the door behind them.  
  

  "Miss Emara?"  
"Just call me Emara, I've told you that."  
"Right... Emara?"  
"Yes, little Worrin?"  
"...why are you making me watch you undress?"  
Her body now relieved of all but her most private garments, she turned away  
from her mirror and smiled at the small creature on her bed.  
"I'm not making you, you're choosing to."  
She pulled a chair up to herself and sat down, beginning to brush the mass  
of hair coming from her head. In the mirror, she noticed that he was still  
fixedly watching, and she smiled at his stark interest not in her hair or  
eyes, but just below her back. After a while, she turned and put her hands  
on her lap to talk to him.  
"Do you have anywhere you need to be? A little playmate waiting for you?"  
"No..." he said quietly, looking down at the bed ashamedly, "I'm sorta  
outcast..."  
"Why is that?" She crossed her legs and tilted her head, her hair bouncing  
slightly from the motion.  
"I don't know... I just don't make friends..."  
She took a moment to look him over, then she smiled and drew her back to  
full height.  
"I'll be your friend, if you'd like."  
She smiled inside at how his little eyes went wide as they could in  
excitement. For once, she saw him smile widely and start to wag his tail.  
For some reason, the cuter he kept acting, the more the ache in her loins  
voiced its need to be satisfied...  
"If you're going to be my friend," She started, "You need to help me with  
something."  
"Anything!" he blurted excitedly, his tail starting to audibly swish.  
"Okay, but it must be a secret, okay?"  
At his frantic nod, she stood up and walked over to his other side, sitting  
down on the bed again. She noted once more how his eyes followed either just  
below her neck or just below her back.  
"I've been having a little problem," she whispered into his attentive ear,  
"And I don't quite know what it is or how to stop it. Do you think you can  
tell me how to stop it?"  
"What is the problem?" He whispered back, taking his ear from her mouth and  
putting his mouth to hers.  
"I've been having some sort of ache; one right here, and one here," She  
explained, touching first her crotch, then the left side of her chest.  
His eyes dared not follow the first, but the second made him smile a little  
bit.  
"You need a boyfriend," He explained, trying not to laugh at her confused  
expression.  
"A boyfriend is a boy who... thinks you're really, really special, and he  
treats you better than any other girl."  
"Why would he do that?"  
Worrin thought a moment, then propped himself on his feet to look taller.  
"Depends on the girl he likes. Like for you, it might be cause you're  
pretty, and nice, and you always make people feel better when they talk to  
you, and-"  
She hastily put a finger over his mouth again, a bit wide eyed at all the  
positive things he had just rattled off. Very slowly, she let him open his  
mouth again.  
"So, the first ache is needing a boyfriend... what's the second one?" She  
asked.  
"If you had a boyfriend, he'd take care of it."  
"How? It feels almost... inside me..."  
Suddenly, her mind chanced on an idea. He knew how to rid her of the aches,  
and he seemed more than willing to help her with just about anything she  
asked...  
"Worrin?"  
"Yes?"  
"I think YOU should be my boyfriend."  
His eyes went wide and he swallowed heavily.  
"Well, you like me, right? For all those reasons you named?"  
"...I guess..."  
"And since you're kind enough to help, you should be my boyfriend."  
He didn't respond immediately, and it wasn't his voice that spoke when he  
did. Instead, he propped his little paws upon her thighs and, to the  
surprise of both, planted a kiss upon her lips. When they touched, for some  
reason the ache was both relieved and strengthened by it, like this was the  
right way to go, but it needed much more.  
Slowly, she put her arms over his smooth, furred back, delighted at the  
reassuring feeling of it. Almost instinctively, she began to move her ow  
lips about gently as Worrin was, but she felt clumsy compared to him. After  
a few minutes, she pulled back from him, mouth open and panting ever so  
lightly.  
"What... was that?"  
Worrin gave a dreamy smile and licked his lips a little.  
"It's called a kiss... and that was my first one."  
Now the ache in her loins was screaming its needs, and it even felt a bit...  
wet to her. She put a hand down to check on herself, and found that it was  
indeed a bit moist for no reason she could place. But the ache there seemed  
slightly calmed by her own touch, and she looked to Worrin for an  
explination. She found that his eyes were glued to where her hand was, his  
mouth slightly open and his tongue lolling out, and his tail swishing madly  
in excitement. Most of all, she noticed his erect member, given that he  
didn't try to hide it and it was a decent six or seven inches long, one and  
a half or so wide.  
It took him a moment to realize this, and when he did he tried to hide  
himself awkwardly from her view. She brushed his paws aside and took a hold  
of it, causing him to shudder and take a shakey breath as the ache between  
her legs told her that this would be a good way to satisfy it.  
"I think I know how to take care of the ache down there," He blurted out,  
eyes shut and his legs fanned slightly.  
"But you said only boyfriends could do that," she replied, starting to  
absent-mindedly move her hand up and down. He gave an anxious moan and  
started to move his hips so that it slid more in her grasp, and she stopped  
him.  
"Are you or are you not?"  
He took a long moment to calm himself, but his member didn't calm in the  
least.  
"Well?" Emara said, a combination of anxious and impatient.  
"Emara..." He swallowed once in anticipation, "I would... like to be your  
b-boyfriend..."  
She made a little sound of excitement and went to hug him, but he held  
himself back to keep his cock from hitting her chest and getting hurt. She  
giggled, put him down, and smiled.  
"Now how do we get rid of my problem?"  
"You need to get rid of those," He said, pointing to her panties with the  
paw not slowly rubbing himself. She was confused, but did as he requested.  
When she did, he moved to his front two paws were over her curvy hips, the  
back two against her thighs.  
"Now, take the other one off, lay down, and I'll handle the rest," He  
smiled, his tail starting to swish once more as he supressed the urge to  
rush into it yet. She quickly removed her bra and propped some pillows  
behind her head, undoing her hair and letting it cascade over the velvet  
pillowcase like a silky waterfall. She batted her eyes at Worrin and smiled  
down at his lean little frame, so eager to please...  
He gently rocked his hips and slid himself into her, wincing a bit at her  
tightness. She let her eyes flutter shut and let a quiet, soft moan escape  
her slightly open lips as her hands went to gently pet at his back, almost  
urging him on. He put up his head to lick and nibble at her wrists while he  
started to gently move himself back and forth. All the sensations he was  
causing, the tickling on her arms, the tingle in her loins, the feeling of  
happiness, they were all so... wonderful!  
"You're very good at this..." she panted, her eyes closing a bit more as her  
petting fell into a soothing rhythym to his thrusting. Her fingertips could  
feel the bucking of his hips beneath them through his silky smooth fur, and  
her arms could feel the gentle caressing of his tongue and lips upon them.  
Most of all, her clenched, wet slit could feel his hardened tool sliding in  
and out, plenty lubed by her own secretions already and only getting wetter.  
The ache between her legs begged her to make him go harder, and with a  
breathless moan she whispered, "Harder, Worrin..."  
He gripped the sheets under his paws and began to pump his slightly dampened  
hips harder, letting up the licking and amorous nibbling upon her arm to  
better the pleasure of his lovemaking. Her toned, slim stomach felt his head  
lean upon it as he closed his eyes slowly, panting hot on her fur. Looking  
up, he could see her open moan of excitement between her breasts, and he  
began trying to move his mouth up to them, still pumping his hips to a  
quickening pace. Without taking himself from the tender pink of her pussy,  
he made his lips wrap around the top of one of them and began to lick and  
suck, making her back arch slightly and her moans climb higher and louder,  
her lips clenching tighter around his rod.  
She put one arm behind his head and the other over his back, grabbing the  
hip on the other side almost frantically tight. to her surprise, she slowly  
began to let something seep into his mouth, making him moan and hum in  
happiness upon her trembling skin. The hand on his back began to slide down  
closer to his ass, adoring the feeling of it pumping back and forth faster  
and harder each time he sucked the warm, soft secretion of her chest.  
With no forethought, she put her hand up and gave him a rough spank, making  
his arms come closer to her sides so he could fuck her harder. But no matter  
how rough his hips went, the ache in her slit kept ordering her to get him  
fucking harder and harder still, her sex starting to tingle as it kept  
steadily getting wetter and wetter. She could tell his own loins were  
starting to get worked up as well, from his climbing moans and tightly shut  
eyes. His thrusting kept getting harder until his sack started to make rough  
contact with her lips, a small skin on skin sound tickling her ears as she  
kept nearing her climax, feeling like her pussy was about to explode in the  
most pleasurable way she could imagine.  
Finally, she felt something give inside her. A sudden rush of her essence  
and a rough tightening of her soft pink lips signaled that she had come, her  
back arched high and her head thrown back as she almost screamed out in  
pleasure. Her grip was now so tight that it almost didn't let Worrin pull  
back out each thrust, clinging onto all seven inches of his hard, warm cock  
almost desperately. She felt it tighten and twitch, and worrin rammed  
himself in up to the base as he gripped her tight as he could, his body  
shivering as his own orgasm released a warm, thick essence into her tender  
slit. Her back fell to the bed and her eyes loosed, but remained shut.  
For a while, all they did was pant deeply, before he went to pull himself  
out of her. She clenched tight on his so he couldn't, and shook her head,  
smiling weakly and petting him slowly, her soft hands trailing over his head  
and down the silky fur of his back.  
"You stay right there..." The murmured, on the verge of an exhausted sleep.  
He smiled up at her and crawled up into her arms, still slightly inside her,  
and snuggled up to her breasts as they both passed out with wide, loving  
smiles.

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