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This story was written for Kemper as part of my January Patreon request days. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and femdom. :3

[center][b][u]Echoes of Another World[/u][/b][/center]

Kemper couldn't believe his eyes, but they surely weren't telling the same lie as his fingers. He ran his velvety pads across the ruins' stone wall, feeling the inscriptions of the ancient writing, and growled happily to himself. He'd done it. He'd actually done it. After years of searching, he'd found the proof he needed. This society... this ancient society he'd always hypothesised to exist somewhere near the beginnings of anthro civilisation, he had found it. And now, it would be a far more simple matter to prove to the world that this ancient progenitor race, whoever they might have been, were not just a hypothesis. Not even a theory. That they had been real, very real, back in the ancient past.

Or... perhaps not so ancient, after all.

That was the thought which crossed Kemper's mind when he felt something press up against his back. Something sharp. Something pointed and firm, like stone. A spearhead.

He raised his hands as he heard a savage grunt from behind him, and the sabretoothed cat turned slowly, very, [i]very[/i] slowly, to face whomsoever had snuck up on him without so much as a sound or a single whiff of scent.

His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. The creature standing crouched, in a posture primed for either attack or defence, with the spear clutched in her hands pointed now at his exposed throat. She was... and Kemper of course knew this was entirely the wrong thing to be focused on in that moment of life-threatening peril, but, she was incredible. Lean and fit. Naked from the diaphragm downward, with what looked like a tight leather binding wrapped around her otherwise fairly ample chest. She had long, wild hair that flowed down over her shoulders in a rich brown waterfall, and a similarly coloured patch upon her pubic mound. Beyond that though, she was not only naked, but bare. Utterly without fur. She had no muzzle to speak of, and a small nose that stuck out from her face independently of her mouth.

Kemper didn't want to assume anything without evidence of course, but his mind did make an instant, intuitive leap.

Was she... one of [i]them[/i]? This ancient, progenitor species that had given rise to all anthro-kind?

Had they somehow survived all these millennia, living, reverting back to some sort of tribal, neolithic existence within the ruins of their once grand empire?

Before he could allow his scientifically minded brain any further questions however, Kemper was drawn rather swiftly back to reality as the furless creature pulled her spear away from his throat, but waved its tip in the direction of another, smaller ruin close by. She grunted, and murmured several sounds that might have been words of a language Kemper did not speak. Her intent was clear though. Kemper pointed at himself, then at the same ruin to which the female was gesturing. She made a less gruff, perhaps slightly pleased murmuring, and as Kemper gingerly began to move in that direction, he found the female not walking behind him with the spear to his back, but by his side.

She looked him up and down, standing fully upright beside him now with the spear clutched in one hand like a long walking stick. She seemed curious now, more so than defensive or angry in any way. In particular, curious of his clothes. Several times she reached out towards him, only drawing back at the last second when she noticed he was watching. Funnily, by the time they reached the ruin she had pointed to, Kemper could have sworn there was a slight rosiness to her cheeks; a blush of embarrassment, freely visible and unhindered in its exposure by the absence of any fur.

Slipping into the ruin through a large crack in the thick wall, Kemper entered into a long corridor. Or at least, what had been just one long corridor of what had doubtlessly been a much larger structure. Now however there were piles of broken rock and stone at either end, sealing it shut, and flaming torches strung up to the walls at intervals. Within the corridor, there were many items, many objects and places where furs, reeds and dried grass had been gathered to soften the stoney ground. Furniture, of a sort. He looked at the furless woman, who seemed to be admiring him again as he stood still in wonder.

"Is this... your home?"

She cocked her head, bemused. Kemper smiled, and pointed all around them.

"Home."

He pointed at the creature, then around again.

"Your home?"

She gave another pleasant sounding grunt of acknowledgement, and with one hand, as casually as if she were scratching an itch on the tip of her nose, unfastened the bindings holding her chest-piece in place. Kemper almost choked on his own shock as it fell away, and the female casually scratched at the sides of her plump, beautiful and again, totally furless and bare breasts. Just as casually, she pointed at Kemper with the tip of her spear, then tapped it at the ground. Or rather, at the spot on the ground where her leather bra had fallen. The feline male raised an eyebrow, but did as he seemed to be being instructed, and reached down towards the garment. His guess was wrong though, and he found himself with the spear's tip pointing at him once more rather more urgently. It tapped at his chest, at his clothes, then down at the ground once more. He looked up at the furless creature, and she mimed pointing at her clothes, then her bare chest, then him.

His eyes bulged.

"Y-you..."

She knew he understood, even before he asked the question. She smiled. A toothy, rather gorgeous, almost teasing smile.

"You want me to take off my clothes."

And given that there was a spear pointed at him, even if not too threateningly, that was exactly what Kemper did. Item by item. Shirt. Vest. Boots. Trousers. Socks. Soon he stood in only his underwear, and the furless female stared at his crotch with transfixed delight. He saw her lick her lips, and stepped back with a whimper of nervousness as she reached out towards his clothed loins with her fingers, each bearing a sharp, claw-like nail at the end. The female wasn't one to be discouraged though. Indeed, to aid herself in her efforts, she dropped her spear entirely. It clattered to the ground with a loud echo as she darted forward, and before Kemper could do anything, grabbed and tugged at the sides of his boxers. He yelped, and blushed, and flung his dark furred paws over his suddenly exposed sheath and balls.

He had just been pantsed. Pantsed, by a... a [i]whatever[/i] this creature was. His eyes grew wider still, and a strained gasp of embarrassment escaped him when the female grabbed his wrists and pulled them apart, pulling his hands away from his crotch. Her strength was not only surprising, it was immense. She held his limbs apart with ease, and actually gave a giggle of what was obviously laughter when she realised he couldn't even begin to fight her. She leaned in close. Closer. She looked at his sheath and balls, then up at his face with expectation. Carefully she let go of one of his hands, and smiled... she actually smiled, when he didn't try to cover himself up again.

Her hand touched his balls. Not roughly. Not painfully. She cupped them. Squeezed them. Kemper gave a gasp, and she withdrew with an almost sheepish, nervous look on her face. But when he smiled and wordlessly reassured her it hadn't hurt, her hand returned, joined this time by the other. The male closed his eyes and tried not to think about what was happening. Tried not to focus on the fact he was being felt up by a naked and undeniably beautiful creature, however unfamiliar she looked. He tried to breath deep and regular. To keep his heart rate down, and not let himself think about... well, about exactly what his mind thought about as soon as he told it not to think about such things.

He groaned, and shuddered, and stared down at the female's wide eyed, gleefully grinning face in dismay as he felt himself starting to get hard.

"A-ah! Hey!"

No sooner had his arousal started to show, the furless creature leapt at him with a primal squeal. She tackled him to the ground, thankfully upon one of her makeshift pieces of furniture, and scrambled up to straddle him. Once there though, she didn't begin to beat him, or restrain him, or anything unpleasant for that matter. Indeed, she did only one thing when she found herself positioned atop his naked body with hers.

She ran her fingers through the lush, soft fur of his chest, and moaned a longing, urgent moan as she grazed her loins against his, and the tip of his pointed cock caressed warmth and wetness that had to be her womanhood.

"Oh god. Y-you're..."

Kemper grunted as he felt his cock getting harder. Thicker. And the more it swelled and grew, the more of it was immediately swallowed up, eagerly taken in by the female's bare, smooth skinned body. His eyes rolled back. He groaned. She was so hot. So tight. Her insides were wet, ready and eager to welcome him. Never in a million years would he have considered this a possibility for how this encounter would turn out, but despite her suddenness, was he able to muster up any complaint about his current situation?

"Ah. [i]Ah[/i]. Yes..."

God no.

She began to ride him. To grind and rock against the erection now buried inside her. She grunted. Moaned. She reached down between her legs, and began to tease what was obviously her clitoris. She muttered words under her breath. Kemper wished he could have understood, even though the tone, strained and lustful, made the context pretty clear.

Staring up at this furless beauty as she fucked him, Kemper could barely believe what he was seeing, never mind feeling. He found himself grasping at her hips. Thrusting up to meet her downward strokes, and helping to bounce her faster, more forcefully against himself. They cried out together, in a language that required no words to understand. Her mouth hung open, as did his. Their breathing grew faster. Shallow, strained. She wanted this so badly, and now... now, despite the suddenness, despite everything he didn't know about this female, her circumstances, anything really, so did he.

He felt her beginning to shake above him. Saw her eyes rolling. Her body convulsing, flexing in less rhythmic patterns. He felt her tightness grow. Her wetness increase. He knew what was coming. He reached down, pushing her own hand aside, and began to fondle the female's clitoris in her place.

Her back arched. She let slip a savage, ear-splitting scream that echoed through her cavernous home, and as her inner muscles began to clamp down hard around his aching cock, Kemper felt the last of his own constitution slipping rapidly away.

"Oh... y-yes..."

As she shrieked and bounced upon him, he let loose. Hot ribbons of cum poured out into the primally howling female, and with an even louder scream of joy as she felt his seed spraying against her inner walls, she flung herself down over him. Her wild hair enshrouded their faces as she pressed her nose to the tip of his muzzle, and bumped her lips instinctively to his.

His eyes widened, and for a split second his scientific mind wondered at what point anthros had learned how to kiss. Then, the [i]lower[/i] brain currently in charge took over as it continued to empty itself, and he just kissed her. Long, and deep, and not stopping even as their orgasms began to wane.

When it was over, he half expected the female to immediately pull away. To separate, whatever she hoped to gain now possibly achieved, and move onto whatever other tasks she had in mind, either for herself or concerning this new stranger in her territory. Kemper felt no such movement though. Indeed, she seemed to cuddle up to his warm, dark furred body. To nuzzle her bare face against his fluffy cheeks, and inhale deeply of his fur's scent. He inhaled too, and for the first time, in this close proximity, smelled her.

It was strange. She was unlike anything he'd ever known, and yet... her smell, it instantly called him back to one particular memory. A scent he'd smelled only once before, half a world away. Standing under a tree, by the side of a river, looking out over a beautiful valley in the spring. The sound of a river trickling down into the valley beside him, and the morning sun casting shadows across him. The shadows of the willow tree under which he rested so peacefully.

And now, here he was, resting peacefully under another's shadow once more.

He looked up at the wild, beautiful woman lying over him, brushed a hair out of her pale skinned, freckled features, and smiled.

"If you have a name, I'll learn it. But... until then? How do you like... Willow?"

The female said nothing. She just looked at him, and smiled down at him in return, and leaned in once more, kissing him deeply all over again.

By Jeeves

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