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Silverhook was not known for its excitement. The small hamlet nestled near the base of the Chimney mountains was a small fishing village, home to a few humans and ulv. As its name suggested, the place was a fisherman’s paradise, and fishing was the lifeblood of the place. That is what many of its inhabitants did, day in and out. And that’s what Bjornulf did. He, like his father, was a fisherman, and his son probably would be, unless he had a daughter. Then she’d be a fisherwoman. This was the life he led, and for the most part, Bjornulf was content with it. Still, he sometimes wished for something exciting to happen in this little village he called home.

One day, he got his wish. There were murmurs and whispers from a few of the people who left the village daily to sell the fish to the nearby cities that a caravan of dancers was passing through, alkhamis dancers, if the rumors were to be believed. Bjornulf had never heard of an alkhamis in his life, though one of the more well-traveled members of the community, a former ulv mercenary named Sigrid had seen a few of them while she was in Goka, they were little fox people if what she said was true. This made the townspeople excited, usually the only people of note who came to their village were either the scant few merchants who graced their town to buy their fish and sell them goods, or the tax collectors for the local Thegn who came in to collect the taxes. New people were a cause to make everyone excited. So on the third day of the month, a small caravan arrived in the town, from which several small fox people emerged . The leader was a male of some age with dark brown fur; he was flanked by two younger males with red and orange fur, and following behind him was a female one with fur as white as snow.

“People of Silverhook!” The older male announced in the town square, “Me and my dancers have come a long way from the shifting sands of Goka to bring lively song and dance to the snow drenched lands of Chalaco!” The older man fox said as he motioned for the rest of the dance troupe to emerge from their caravan and began a well-choreographed routine as they began to dance with the fluidity not seen by anyone in the village. Women wearing colorful outfits danced with long satin fabrics following behind them as they twirled and swayed to the music of several woodwind instruments. Some of the men danced with their swords, twirling them and catching them in an artistic way. Bjornulf was captivated by this site, he’d never seen dancing like this in his life, he’d seen a few people at the local tavern dance when they were drunk or just happy with their lover, but this was something different these alkhamis had a fluidity to them that he’d never thought another person could do, then he saw her.

This alkhamis woman was dressed in translucent fabrics, the outfit was a lot more revealing than the other women dancers of the group, and the way she moved was more provocative, like she was trying to draw the eye and entice the senses, she had castanets on her finger that she would clap every time she did a new movement, her body was like that of the river that flowed nearby, moving with a fluidity that Bjornulf could only dream of, his eyes were transfixed upon her, and he couldn’t look away. As they finished their dance, the leader of the troupe spoke up again.

“We will be here for a week, to show our dancing, art and music.” He said as the gathered citizens of the village clapped. All the while Bjornulf was still transfixed by that single dancer. He had to meet her, even if it was just once. That night at the tavern, the owner Bjorn and his wife Joan had given the troupe free rein to set up a mini stage to perform. Setting up two flute players and one drummer began to play, their rhythmic melodies echoing through the small tavern which had quickly swelled with guests, each vying and jockeying for a good view of the gathered fox people who were there to perform, the sound carried through the taverns wooden walls and almost everyone was transfixed by the melody, then she came out. Her outfit was not as revealing as before, but still showed more than was normal around the area.

She soon began to dance, her movements as fluid and as mesmerizing as before. The way her body moved was that of a river like before. Her body ebbed and flowed with swiftness and grace. She would move her hips in a way to draw the eyes towards her, then she would change the movement so her arms were the areas that your eyes were drawn to. She would click the castanets together when she would turn or move in a new and interesting way, adding a small new beat to the music that was being played by the musicians. Then she did something that surprised Bjornulf. She managed to stand on her hands and move in a way that he’d never thought possible. Finally, she finished her dance and bowed to the audience, who all clapped and cheered, Bjornulf especially. He wanted to meet her, but Bjornulf was a nervous man, and no doubt many, many men would probably come up to this woman to talk to her. He wanted to actually stick out in this sea of men who were intrigued by this lithe fox.

He knew that the troupe would be in the town for a few days and that was enough time to make something to give to her, he didn’t have much in the way of things to give a woman of her beauty, but he did find all manner of pretty looking rocks in the river, they were all polished from time and the water, and he had made a bit of money fashioning them into small bracelets and necklaces. He did have one that was complete. He didn’t know if it would be something that she would like, but he was willing to try. The next night, after the performance, he found the woman sitting at a table, and like he expected, a bunch of other men were hard at work trying to make her theirs. Though she was shooing them off as quickly as they would talk to her, she seemingly was not giving the many of them the time of day. This almost discouraged Bjornulf, but he managed to swallow his fear and walk up to the alkhamis woman.

“Um… I know you probably get talked to a lot by a bunch of men,” Bjornulf said, his nerves nearly getting the better of him, the alkhamis woman looked up at him, she probably saw a nervous man who only reached the cusp of his adulthood. But she didn’t turn him away immediately, so that was progress in his book, “But… I-I made this, and I would love for you to have it.” He handed the alkhamis dancer the necklace made with the polished stones he found. She inspected it for a moment, then put it on with no hesitation.

“Tell me, what’s your name?” She asked.

“Bjornulf” Bjornulf replied, still a bit nervous about talking to a woman as beautiful as her. The fox woman smiled at him.

“I’m Naqaa.” Naqaa said with a large smile on her muzzle as she gave him a wink and blew him a kiss. Bjornulf felt his heart nearly skip a beat and Naqaa laughed at this. And she patted the barstool next to her and Bjornulf took the seat. She then ordered him an ale, and she spoke up again.

“You know, you’re the first man I’ve seen here who didn’t look like he just wanted to sleep with me,” Naqaa said happily as she sipped her drink.

“Is that common?” Bjornulf asked and Naqaa nodded as she sighed, “Well I saw you, you’re quite beautiful and I…I just knew I had to talk to you.” Bjornulf said as he looked at his ale, the slight reflection of himself seen in the brown liquid. Naqaa laughed at this.

“Well, you’re cute, so I’ll allow it.” Naqaa said, and this made Bjornulf blush, his pale skin showing it even more than ever and this made Naqaa smile, he was so bashful, unlike all the other men who’d approached her, all full of bravado and acting like because of what she wore during her work, she would be an easy lay, but this man? He was so nervous, and so cute. She was willing to give this man her time and see where this went.

“I’ve never seen a dance like you’ve done before.” Bjornulf said as his mind remembered the dances that Naqaa performed, the way her body moved and entranced by any and all who watched her.

“Ah, yes my belly dancing, it intrigued you huh?” Naqaa asked, and Bjornulf nodded, who’d never seen her dances before were often surprised by it, and many had been enticed by it, though she’d never given much mind to the men who tried to be with her because of her dancing, she danced for herself, not for them. But something about the way Bjornulf seemed entranced by her was at least somewhat endearing.

“Yeah, it looked so… mystifying; I’ve never seen someone dance like that. You were like water given form.” Bjornulf’s description intrigued Naqaa. She’d never heard her dances described as that, she’d heard many descriptions of her dancing, though all of them were rather sexual in nature. This seemed to be about the innate beauty of her dancing.

“Well, I can show you more, but for now I’m tired and want to drink.” Naqaa said as she took a large swig of her drink and Bjornulf did the same. He wondered what Naqaa was going to show him?

The next day things went normal for most of the Silverhooks residents, though the troupe's arrival was still very much the talk of the village, many of them were still in awe at the display of dance and music that was given to them the day before. Bjornulf, especially, was still in awe of what he saw, and he was wondering what kind of dance Naqaa was going to show him. For now, he was doing his job, catching fish and gutting them or smoking them. That night, the tavern was just as packed as it was the night before, as the dancers did their dances, though Bjornulf’s mind was on Naqaa, and then she took the stage, this time her outfit was more revealing, it was adorned with gold and satin, and this made Bjornulf feel like the room got hotter, he heard a few of the men in the room yip and yell in delight at the sight of the scantily clad alkhamis.

She began to dance, moving her hips side to side in a hypnotic undulation that drew all eyes on her, she moved to the beat and rhythm of the music that came from the flute player and drummer, then she turned around so she was facing away from the audience, her hips moving faster and faster, then she turned to her side, and began to move her hips up and down. Finally, she stopped as she turned to the audience and bowed before walking off stage. The audience clapped in delight at the performance and another dance soon took her place. Bjornulf was still a bit mesmerized when he felt someone grab him. By the hand, it was Naqaa who was in a different outfit. She was in something way more modest.

“Come on, let’s dance!” Naqaa said as the music turned more upbeat and the surrounding people began to dance, some alone and some with partners, despite Naqaa being a well-versed dancer she was not good with a partner, then again neither was Bjornulf so the two made a perfect pair. As they danced, Bjornulf felt a closeness to Naqaa: he’d never thought he’d feel with anyone, let alone someone he’d just met. He felt like he had known her for years. When the dance was over, the two were breathing hard, and without much prodding, Bjornulf picked Naqaa up by her waist and brought her lips to his. At first Naqaa was taken aback, but she soon leaned into the kiss, savoring it. When they separated, Bjornulf was sweating, and he looked mortified.

“S-Sorry! I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t a-” Bjornulf was cut off when Naqaa kissed him of her own volition. This time, she even slipped her long canine tongue into his mouth.

“Don’t apologize, I loved it,” Naqaa said as she hugged him. “I have a private room in the tavern. I want you to come to me later tonight.” Naqaa said as she pried herself from Bjornulf’s grasp. Bjornulf nodded, and he counted down the hours and minutes till the tavern was less full and he made his way to Naqaa’s room. The inn owner was given instructions by the dancer to tell him where to find her. He was nervous, his heart was beating hard as he knocked on the door.

“Yes, is it you, Bjornulf?” Naqaa asked through the door.

“Y-yeah it’s me.” He said nervously, and he heard the door unlock and he opened it. Walking inside, he was greeted by a sight he was not ready for. Naqaa was wearing that same golden outfit from before.

“I saw the way you were looking at me,” Naqaa said as she walked up to him, her hips swayed back and forth and it was only now that Bjornulf released just how revealing the outfit was, it covered the most important bits, but almost all of her fur and body was on display. She then led him to the bed and sat him down on the edge. “Don’t move, and simply…watch.” Naqaa said with a voice that was dripping with sultry desire. She began to move her hips back and forth, her hourglass figure was on display. She was true beauty given form and Bjornulf was unsure if he was even worthy of being next to her, let alone seeing her dance privately for him. She soon turned around swaying her hips as she walked towards him, making herself look even more enticing, she then shedded a piece of clothing, the golden pasties connected by gold chains that kept her breasts from being shown, Bjornulf swallowed a lump that formed in his throat.

Then she removed another piece of clothing. Now she was completely nude save for the few pieces of gold that adorned her body. She then climbed into Bjornulf’s lap. She could feel his cock through his slacks and she smiled as she kissed him.

“Don’t be nervous, love. I’ll make sure this is good for you.” Naqaa said to Bjornulf as she kissed his neck, sucking at the pale skin and making the human man moan in pleasure as he felt Naqaa’s canines dig into his neck. His hips bucked upwards and Naqaa moaned when the tip of his cock cloth covered cock prodded into her. She moved her delicate fingers down his chest, admiring what years of work as a fisherman can do to a man, then she found his erection and began to untie the drawstrings of his slacks, once they were undone, she pulled the garments off and allowing Bjornulf’s cock to be free. She admired his member in all its glory, it twitched and throbbed with desire and the tip was slick with precum that dribbled down his cock, she smiled at the sight and moved her hips against Bjornulf’s bare cock, hissing at the friction against her snatch. She clung to Bjornulf’s chest as she rubbed again and again against his cock. Bjornulf moaned along with her as she did.

“F-fuck.” Bjornulf moaned out, his member was now slick with Naqaa’s natural lubricant as the fox woman continued to tease and play with his cock, she then moved her hips upwards and then put the tip of his cock into her waiting snatch.

“Ready hun?” Naqaa asked and Bjornulf nodded, so she slowly impaled herself on Bjornulf’s cock. She hissed with pleasure as his member stretched her out slightly. The alkhamis then felt him hilt inside her, his tip hitting her cervix. She then rose up until the tip of his cock was the only thing inside her, and then she slammed down on his cock again, and this drew a moan from both of them as she felt the intense surge of pure pleasure surge through both of them. Up and down Naqaa bounced on Bjornulf’s cock, moaning all the way she loved the sensation of his member inside her, as it stretched her out in a way she loved.

“By the gods.” Naqaa moaned as she held onto Bjornulf as she rode him long and hard. Surge after surge of intense pleasure was shooting through her small frame as she reveled in the feeling of being so full, Bjornulf for his part was on cloud nine, he’d pleasured himself before, but this was a whole other experience and he was loving every moment of it. Each time his cock hit a spot inside Naqaa’s cunt she would moan louder and louder, all the while Bjornulf was groping and grabbing at every part of her body he could get his hands on, enjoying the soft feeling of her fur against his pale skin. Then Naqaa began to kiss him as she rode him. This brought the two’s pleasure to new heights and Bjornulf could feel himself about to burst at any moment now.

“N-Naqaa I’m about to cum.” He warned the fox, but this didn’t seem to deter her, not quite the opposite, she began to ride him faster and faster, keeping him anchored to the bed as she rode him faster and faster. Then, with a grunt and a moan mixed together, Bjornulf came hard. Thick, thick spurts of seed flowed into Naqaa’s womb, coating it and filling her to the absolute brim. The pleasure of being filled with so much white-hot seed made her cum as she rode him, trying to milk every last drop of his cum. Finally, with one last spurt, Bjornulf felt himself completely drained, collapsing onto the bed. With Naqaa following him, she snuggled up to him. The two were breathing hard, and Bjornulf was covered in a thick sheen of sweat, but the two basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Bjornulf soon fell asleep, with Naqaa following after him.

The two would spend the remainder of Naqaa and her troupe staying making love night after night. Though soon, the two were to part. Part of Bjornulf wanted to go with Naqaa or beg her to stay with him. He’d truly fallen for her. But he knew she would never make that decision and he couldn’t leave his family and friends behind- it seemed she was destined to touch his life, and then leave, leaving a hole in his heart that would probably never mend.

“Will you return?” Bjornulf asked Naqaa as she was preparing along with the rest of her group to parts unknown. Bjornulf looked saddened at the idea of losing Naqaa after only just meeting her.

“I hope I can. I’ll find a way to return to you,” Naqaa said as she pulled Bjornulf down and kissed him long and hard. And with that, she boarded the caravan, and she left him. A year would pass before Bjornulf heard of anything of his lover, the dance group were coming back to their town, and it made him excited he had decided in that year that he would rather be with her, and had made the decision to say goodbye to his home and follow her with her dance troupe.

Soon the faithful day came, and the troupe had shown back up in their humble village, but Bjornulf didn’t see Naqaa anywhere, this has made him a bit downcast at first, he thought he would never see her again, until an alkhamis woman walked up to him, that’s when he recognized her, and she was carrying a…a child, their child no doubt.

“Bjornulf, I want you to meet your daughter.” Naqaa said happily. Bjornulf looked at the small kit. It had his eyes and pale white fur. And she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, his daughter-no their daughter.

“Naqaa, I want to come with you when you leave next. I want to be with you and our daughter.” Bjornulf said with determination.

“I would love that.” Naqaa said as she smiled. This was the start of a new life for Bjornulf, but he wouldn't have it any other way.