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Time Together, Time Apart

Part four of seven

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Adagiodajiang

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Finally alone with Alyssa, Sandor kissed his doe-taur full on the lips. Oh, he had been waiting for that, even though they had come together since his return, yet it still made his heart sing in a way that only she could draw on from him as they pressed in close.

The doe-taur blinked, surprised, though melted into the kiss in the bedroom of the inn, her heart pounding, beating harder and more quickly than before. It felt like it was sudden, considering all that had gone on, but, really, was it? A lot was going on, to be fair, with the deer-taur coming to the room and saying all those things about her - things that she hadn't even told Sandor yet! - and Sandor running off...

Oh, but she needed him. Her heartbeat settled to a low, rhythmic flutter as she leaned into his touch, her lips parted against the caress of his as his tongue flickered curiously against them. She had missed him, oh so much... Alyssa had not even known, despite not seeing her mother since her youngest of years, that it was possible to miss another being as much as she had missed Sandor. Even then, the ache of being without him had not softened nor settled in the cavern of her chest, an old pull tugging at her heart.

Still...she knew. She knew that there was a part of her, despite everything, that still expected the fox to disappear again. With him running off that day and still not telling her where he had been, that was to be expected too.

Yet all would come right in the end, she was sure. Despite the worry and trepidation winding around and around her heart, she had her fox there with her and that was not going to change. Whether they were together or apart, they would always have each other and she would always be with him, even if they were not physically together.

She loved him... For her, that would have to be enough.

She kissed him passionately, letting out a breathy little moan into the kiss, feeling the stronger line of his body pressed up against hers. Alyssa did not hold much muscle in the humanoid part of her taur form, but he had a little more than her, simply by way of his nature in being an anthro, a male. She ran her fingers up his arms, pushing aside the sleeves of his long tunic, whimpering into his mouth. Even his fur was soft, so very soft, though she caught the faint hint of something floral on him too.

It had to have been from the market, she reasoned with herself. Yet the doe-taur was already so far gone that she would have done everything and anything for her fox regardless of any worries that may have tried to tug at her heart.

"I missed you," she breathed, parting the kiss briefly, though her lips barely even moved away from his, sharing breath. "Sandor... Please don't go away from me again. I couldn't bear it..."

"No... No, my darling," he murmured huskily, planting soft kiss after kiss all over her face, from her cheeks to her forehead to the tip of her nose - and back to her lips again. "Never again, I promise, I'm here with you, for you, always with you."

He knew that things remained to be talked about and, in a way, fixed between them: he could not be ignorant of that. Yet he held onto her with a tight air of desperate exhilaration, fingers curling into her lower back almost enough to hurt - though the fox held himself back just in time. For Alyssa would forever remain the most precious thing, the most precious person, to him in the world. He'd had to go away, because he didn't know that he would be able to control himself around her, or even if the doe-taur would have blamed herself for it.

To put that burden on Alyssa, despite how everything had played out in the end, was not something that Sandor ever could have done.

Yet it was not the time for that as his tentacles writhed, slipping from his back, though they had become as much a part of the fox as his fur. They had appeared, of course, after his encounter (and near death) with the ancient tree, the evil that had seeped into his soul and corrupted his form. Of course, it had to be that which was responsible for his hunger, but Sandor liked other parts of what had curled into his psyche too, for he could not go back and change the past, despite the trauma of it.

He might have changed it for Alyssa, of course, if he had been able to.

His tentacles slipped around her softly, encouraging her to fold her legs so that she was lying on the bed, her taur body settled down with her legs neatly tucked under her body and her hinds slipped off a little to the side. That had always amused him, how taurs of the ungulate family found it tricky to bend their hind legs enough to keep them under their bodies. However, felines didn't have that issue; he'd only seen a few of them during his lifetime though.

It was cute, so cute that it softened every last one of the harsh edges that had come to be over their holiday, the time apart together that they had so very sorely needed.

Alyssa shivered as his tentacles stroked down her bare arms lightly. She had needed his fire, out on the hill, to keep her warm, yet even the touch of them was intoxicating, making her want to lean into them and leaving heat behind. Yet any heat that teased from him into her did not burn, no, only made her heart leap, wanting more, even as his tentacles wrapped around her.

"Ah... Sandor?"

She licked her lips and took a breath, something in her chest tightening as his tentacles wrapped around her even further, encasing her humanoid torso. Her hair tickled the back of her neck as she gulped anxiously. It was like that time, so long ago, when they had been wrapped up in tentacle-vines, the tree trying to absorb them both. At least, that was how Sandor had explained it to her, for she had been far too terrified, not as skilled back then as she was in the present time, to really know or understand anything much of what had been going on.

They reminded her of a worse time, though he was gentle, so very gentle, with her, letting the coils of his vine-like tentacles slither over her, tickling her skin. They were restrictive but only in a way that she could have shrugged them off if she wanted to.

"They're a part of me too, Alyssa," he said softly, eyes alight, needing her to understand. "I'm never going to hurt you... Tell me if it's too much for you, talk to me."

She shivered, swallowing hard, though there did not feel as if there was anywhere near enough moisture left in her mouth for that. She hadn't had food that evening, nor anything to drink, yet she didn't want to break either to see to it that she had enough sustenance to carry her through. All she needed, right then and there, was Sandor.

"I know..." She murmured, able to say it truly at least then. "I trust you."

Even if her trust in him had to be repaired in another way. He would never hurt her, she knew that, smiling faintly as she relaxed a little more into his touch.

Even though she was wearing clothes, the long, draping cloth, over her humanoid half, the taur and deer part of her body never needed any manner of clothing at all. Some saw it as indecent but it was just the way of it for Alyssa, trembling and whimpering faintly as he kissed her neck and crept his tentacles slowly but surely down her body. They inched closer to her back end and she felt, even then, that she knew what was coming.

"This is me, Alyssa, not them," Sandor said, referring, once more, back to the ancient tree. "All me... Only me..."

For a brief moment, the doe-taur did not honestly know whether her lover was trying to convince her or himself, for it seemed strange, to her, that he was trying to go on and repeat things so often, over and over again. He murmured it under his breath too, the fox's gentle lips at the pulse point on her throat, where her life blood flowed the most strongly. It was a very vulnerable place on her body, even more so than the flanks of her deer half, and she sucked in a breath, lips parted, eyes wide and alit with something more than just fear. No, there was arousal too tangled up in there, despite the doe-taur not having expected to find it.

"Mmm... Ah, Sandor... I..."

But Alyssa didn't get the chance to finish her sentence, even if the doe-taur would not have honestly known just what could have leapt to her lips. She didn't know what she was saying, but she did jolt when his tentacles brushed the soft, tender folds under her tail, her fur thicker there to protect her sex. Yet nothing would protect her from the tentacles and their probing tease, her breath catching and hitching as they glanced lightly over her slit.

"Ohhhhh..."

"It's okay, Alyssa..." He said with a smile, though Sandor was more in-tune with her than Alyssa had thought before, his cheek pressed to hers. "Tell me what feels good to you too..."

They could have been a little more discreet, considering that they were staying in an inn far from home, yet weren't vacations, from one's daily life, like that supposed to be for intimacy too? Sandor grinned, relaxing a bit more into what he felt to be his true self - no longer warring with himself and fighting to swallow down the devouring. No, that wasn't a part of the vulpine that he had to worry about, heart pounding strongly, feeling how the old magic curled through his veins, affecting, even then, his nervous system.

"Mmmm..."

He could not help but let a groan slip from his lips too, worming one of his thinner tentacles, though he could grow and slim them down at will too, into her sex. He probed at her, twisting it back and forth, the fox's breath raking more stringently through his windpipe as sensations clawed at him. Without a covering of fur, like the rest of his body, the feelings trapped by the tentacles were different. Perhaps more powerful, in a way, yet the wet, hot closing of her pussy around that single tentacle made his cock harden a little more, plumping up within his leggings.

Sandor growled, licking his lips like the predator he truly was - as a fox, of course. And Alyssa was his prey, such beautiful prey, a doe-taur that he would have kept by his side always. That was all that he would try to do, going forward, working his tentacle back and forth gently within her pussy, adoring every drip and drool of her arousal coating it. The heat of her sex slickened around him and the fox's ears twitched excitedly as her pussy pulsed around him.

Still, he was more than close enough and on the same magical wavelength enough to tell that she wanted more, to feel how her muscles pulled at him, even though it was not something that Alyssa had particular control over. Sandor didn't think that many ladies, whether they were anthros or taurs, did, but he liked feeling them tugging at him, wondering if she would still clench and squeeze as ardently around him if it was his cock buried inside her heat.

"Mmm... All me, Alyssa, only me."

He breathed out her name like a promise on his lips as her fingers wrapped around one of his vines, tightening her grip on him as if she needed that solidity and presence to feel safe and secure. Yet he allowed her to do it, even feeding vines into her grasp that were slimmer and lighter, easier for her to hold onto. Anything at all that he could do for Alyssa to make things softer and easier for her, to let her lust flow through in just the way that he could bring her to ever-greater heights of orgasm.

At least, that was what the fox was trying to do. He worked his tentacle inside her, sliding it lightly back and forth, seeking out her G-spot. The fox didn't quite manage to get it but that was more than okay as Alyssa leaned into him and he knelt one knee up on the bed, the mattress bowing under his weight as it was focused more narrowly on one spot. Her fingers stroked more wondrously over his tentacles, dancing lightly, but she still returned to squeezing them, gripping one tightly for an anchor where she lay.

"I'm never going to seal your mouth like that damn...ancient tree...ah...Alyssa," Sandor forced out, yet getting the words to leap from his lips was more difficult than he could have imagined at that moment. "Scream for me, Alyssa, please... Mmmph... Don't hold back... Oh, I want to hear so much from your sweet lips... Everything that you've ever wanted to say to me, please... Scream my name, moan for me!"

His passion mounted. It was not quite like him, yet it had something to do with the hunger flickering in the back of his throat, his chest tight with something that not even the fox could name. Yet it did not matter, not as his tentacle ploughed into her folds, working its way back and forth, grinding and teasing. It thickened up inside her pussy as Alyssa leaned more heavily on him, lips parted, moaning aloud.

"Ah... Oh, Sandor... Yes, Sandor... Oh... Ohhhhh!"

She tried to rock back against him, but there was only so far that she could move when she had her legs folded under her body. Her head spun with desire, need rising, yet her pussy was so tight around him, her tail flicked up high to show off the fluffy, white underside. The doe-taur did not often carry her tail like that, even in private, wanting to be demurer and more modest; everyone was always side-eyeing a deer-taur, after all. But it felt right with Sandor when that lick of pleasure pulled all the way through, her stomach leaping, her pussy tightening around him as she played closer and closer to orgasm.

It was hard to hold back, panting heavily. Yet it was not as if her lover wanted her to hold back either... It just wasn't natural for Alyssa to moan so loudly or even to cry out his name, let alone to scream during sex!

"Ohhh... Sandor... It's..." She grappled with the words. "So...thick..."

"Mm, that's it, my sweet, my sweet doe-taur," he growled, licking her ear, his tongue flicking out and tracing around the sensitive flick of it. "Let me hear you, everything from you. There are no limits, please... Please, give me all that you are."

Those words did not sound quite natural coming from his lips but she pressed on, swept away by pleasure. Her pussy tightened around him and she trusted the fox implicitly. Nothing bad was going to happen to her even if his tentacles were twitching and crawling all over her, stroking her fur, even pressing lightly up into the small of her back as if he was trying to support her even there. Alyssa didn't, not really, need his support there, but she was grateful for it anyway, the closeness of him, how he held the softness of her body as if she was as delicate a flower as what had been clipped into the hair of the other deer-taur.

Alyssa's lips turned down in the tiniest of frowns. No... No, she didn't want to think about that, not when there was so much more for her to enjoy with her lover, taking her away from all the strife and the trouble that had plagued her and Sandor, seemingly, for so long.

Didn't they deserve a happy ending?

And that was exactly why she moaned out his name as a second vine folded into her pussy, stretching out her pussy, both working back and forth within her sex at once. The stretch was incredible, her head falling back as the fox kissed her throat tenderly, her pulse jumping and pounding, sure that he could feel his. A vine laid heavily around her shoulders and another caressed her breasts, slipping through her shirt and ripping it from her top, though the tentacle was so gentle with her that she didn't feel any pressure at all from her clothes tearing.

He treated her so gently, so delicately... And she loved that, relaxing into it more and more, panting as her fingers dug into his shoulders, feeling even the light muscle there, the form of the fox that she loved and adored so much. If she could be with him forever, that would all make her a very happy doe-taur indeed, even if she still knew that her time in the world would be shorter than his.

That was why she had to resolve to love and enjoy every last second of it, to make the most of every minute that she did have, especially the minutes that she spent with Sandor. He softened the nerves fluttering in the pit of her stomach as she groaned, working her buttocks lightly onto his tentacles, though the deer-taur didn't need to do anything much at all.

She panted against him, though Sandor's ears flicked to catch the tenor of her whimpers.

"Ah... Oh, Sandor... It feels... So full..."

"Yesssss," he hissed out through his teeth, not realising that he was drooling, only a little. "I need more, all of it... I want to feel you squeeze my tentacles, Alyssa, losing control. I'll always be here to catch you."

He had to rebuild that trust that she had in him, or what she had had before... Oh, in a moment like that, as pleasure thrummed through him from his sensitive tentacles buried in her snatch, he couldn't think straight. Words flitted back and forth in his head, tangling in his thoughts, yet it was up to the vulpine to grab at them, teasing them back into the reality of the moment.

For he had to think carefully, had to pull things back to how they were. And yet it was not the sort of thing that he was at all used to doing. His experience in the world lay in his magical studies and even the real-world applications of such were not as simple as he would have liked to take forward. He had a little trouble in putting what he had learned into reality, into action...

Yet his tentacles did not need such guidance as he worked them within Alyssa's pussy, another tickling lightly up under her fluffy tail, teasing her, playing with her and her body. They moved as if on instinct alone, perhaps the natural influence of his nature magic drawing through so that he didn't have to think about what he was doing. It was all about passion, about feeling, her pussy slick around his tentacles as he twisted them inside her, trying to stretch her body out even more than he had already. His tentacles had a little bit of give to the surface, firm and yet squidgy, right at the surface layer, though he could harden them up too if that so took his fancy.

"Yesssss...."

Her body was layered with vines, so much so that he could barely even see the doe-taur beneath them, though that did not matter. All because he could feel her, every inch of her body, the silken nature of her fur, how soft her under-tail was. It was not just about her pussy, not to him, his cock hard and yet forgotten for the moment. Her skin was so soft, so smooth, the light fuzz of tiny, fine hairs sensitive even to the lightest of touches of his tentacles, winding around her, caressing even the digits of her fingers.

The fine bones in her hands were so delicate... He really should have been concerned about harming her, for she was so frail, yet the fox was acutely aware that his physical form appeared fragile too, not as muscular as some anthros that he knew of. Yet his magical prowess thrummed under the skin, letting him drink in the moment, how his body ached and how his cock throbbed, the tiniest drops of pre-cum leaking into his undergarments.

Yet, for Sandor, it was strange that he was not as focused on his pleasure, at that time, as he might have been before. His tentacles squeezed her hindquarters, relishing in the firmness of them, everything about his doe-taur luring him in, making him wonder exactly how far he could take things, how far love and life between them could go.

He growled, something rasping from his lips, though he heard her voice catch, lust rising.

"Ah - Sandor!"

Ah, yes... She was close, so very close, her orgasm mounting. He worked his tentacles more roughly into her as she cried out his name, her pussy clenching around his tentacles even more tightly. The friction was delectable, a lewd squelch rising from the doe-taur's pussy as he pounded her full.

She'd never taken the strokes of his cock like that before, though the fox filled her with more than his cock ever could have. She panted, lips parted, though her eyes shone and she moaned out his name, wanting more. It was just tight, so very tight, feeling as if she had been stretched to her limit, everything so dirty and so lewd.

So, Sandor really was her naughty fox still... Faintly, Alyssa let the wave of gratitude flow through her, glad that Sandor, at the very least, was still like that. She hadn't wanted him to change too much, even though it made sense that the fox would have to learn and grow. Change, in the end, would be a part of that too.

He just felt so good inside her, her voice going louder and louder.

"Mmmm... Ohhhhhh!"

She couldn't get out any words, not as he pounded her pussy, sloppily driving his vines into her in what felt as if he was going deeper and deeper and deeper. Yet there was only so deep that her sweet fox could go as he brought her to the edge of euphoria - and then over.

As his tentacles fattened up inside her, roughly coursing through the softness of her sex, she climaxed, her head through back, lips parted.

And then, she screamed.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh-ohhhhhh!"

It was a scream-moan, something that she had only ever done well and truly at the pinnacle of pleasure, when she could not hold back for a single moment more, her heart pounding, blood rushing to all the right parts of her body. Her pussy flexed and twitched around him, though the doe-taur did not feel, not even then, that she could squeeze all that powerfully around his vines, her body treating them merely as if they were his cock, milking and massaging. Yet she was by no means in control of her body as ecstasy flowed through, pump after pump, pulse after pulse, her breath hitching and catching, juddering in her chest.

"Oh... Ohhh... Ohhhh!"

Yet she didn't have to hold herself back, not as he took her right through orgasm, letting his deer-taur ride it out, every throb and every pulse of stringent ecstasy. The bedsheets bunched up under her body from how much Alyssa was wriggling and shifting, though she was glad, however dimly through the waves of pleasure, that her fox was right there to support her. for that was a time that she did very much need him, barely able to grasp at enough air for her lungs, pressing on, heaving, grunting, panting...

All she knew was the need, how desperate it was, how it pulled through her. Even that orgasm did not feel like it was enough for her, everything else, everything that had happened, falling away from her as if it was not important, as if it had never existed. Of course, problems and worries would still be there when she came back around to reality, settling into the warming afterglow, but, for those moments, Alyssa could let go of them.

They were not needed there.

He smirked lightly, encouraged by her moans. Oh, how he adored hearing her so loud, losing control, almost feral. He could almost imagine her to be a real deer, not only a doe-taur, though Sandor was quite sure that he would have fallen head over heels for Alyssa regardless of the form or the body that she was in at that time. It did not matter what she was only who she was, all as he dragged his tentacles luxuriously back and forth through her pussy, curling them lightly up inside her just to stimulate her G-spot a little more.

"Mmph... Oh, Sandor..."

It was a lot for her, almost too much, her heartbeat fluttering, a tentacle playing tenderly over the pulse-point of her throat. The fox grinned, teeth shiny with a little more saliva than usual. She blinked at him, wondering if his pupils were a little more dilated, the irises of his eyes taking on a different sheen, but was so far gone in the throes of ecstasy, tingling through the last waves, that she brushed aside the notion. Of course, everything was fine, it was Sandor.

Yet the fox should have been better-aware of his body and his mental state...

"I want everyone to know you're mine, Alyssa," he growled, licking his lips, though the smile never once left them. "Everyone... But maybe we can try something new?"

For it was fair enough that Sandor's needs were to be met too, his cock swelling, thickening up as he freed it from his clothes, stripping off before Alyssa. Both bare but for their skin and fur, they relaxed close to one another, though the doe-taur still squirmed deliciously. It was hard not to react, after all, when his vine was still in her pussy, teasing and twisting, curling up inside her as if it was searching for something. Somehow, Sandor had managed to get all his clothes off without moving his vines from her at all, though they were not exactly a natural part of his body, not from his vulpine heritage. Some magical things were not for Alyssa, after all, to think or to wonder too deeply about.

And it was unlikely that even Sandor understood the full extent of the magical powers and ancient rites that had been teased into his form...

She didn't know how true that was.

"Here..."

He tilted her head down, though Alyssa breathed a soft kiss onto his palm, stealing the moment. Her eyes widened, however, as he showed her exactly what he was working on. For the tentacle that ploughed into her folds, the one that had been left inside her, was attached to his cock, as if his shaft had merely grown into one long, large tentacle. It was more than thick enough to please her and throbbed obviously with both a pump of magic and the pulse of his arousal, blood flowing around his body to every erogenous zone. His crotch ached deeply and tingles of pulsating magic flowed through his nervous system, giving the fox the impression that his fur was standing on end.

There was just so much sensation, even as Alyssa whimpered and parted her lips.

"Oh, Sandor... I didn't know...ah...you could do that..."

He growled and rocked his hips but thrusting the tentacles was something that he had already played out. For some reason, it felt as if his mind needed more than that and just wanted to be occupied, even though Sandor could not find the reason why. It was as if his head was becoming foggy and hazy and no amount of blinking would quite let him see through the swirling storm that was roiling about his body, from head to toe.

Sandor growled and shook his head, as if that was going to clear it. No, thrusting would not do, he had been rough enough.

"Let me take care of you too, Sandor," Alyssa said, jerking him back to her reality with a smile on her lips and a glint in her eye that had his attention immediately. "You've already made me feel so good..."

He knew that she had needed that orgasm too, that release of tension... Yet he had already given her one and the doe-taur was so sweet and so kind, all her attention back on the fox. She grunted softly in the back of her throat, a soft sound that, somehow, still managed to be light and feminine. He marvelled at her, though there was not time for him to truly take her in, even as her hand moved delicately, then more boldly, up and down the length of his tentacle-cock.

It was both his cock and a part of it, something that he could call back and forth at a whim, his desires flowing through, swelling, the vine even throbbing where her hand caressed it, stroking the smooth surface so very tenderly. Her fingers closed around it and the fox panted, his jaws hanging open as he tried to draw in as much air as he could to his lungs.

If Sandor had been more focused on himself and the twisting, raging feelings coursing through him, the hunger in the back of his mind, he would have realised that his physical discomfort was not solely because of his proximity to orgasm. There was only so much that one could do when it came to climax, after all, and he heaved and grunted and panted, like a wild beast, licking his lips.

Nothing alleviated the pressure, the tension, the strain in his chest. All the fox was left with was a throbbing need, focusing on her hand and her hand alone, how pleasure raked through him with every shuddering pulse of his body. It was not the flow of his blood but more so the magic in his body, following its path through his nervous system, connected to every part of him.

His cock, however... Oh, the tentacle... He should have tried it before, though there was only so much that he could pull out at any one time. He had never honestly wanted to overwhelm Alyssa either, though he was not so sure about being so close to her at that moment, some subconscious part of him understanding too that there was something wrong. Even if his active mind was not so sure about what was going on, lust ruling.

"Unff... Oh, Alyssa..."

She smiled at him. The fox lost himself in her smile, leaning in closer, lips parted. As long as he had Alyssa there to look after him, to be with him, there was nothing that he needed to worry about. He could care for her too, always putting her best interests first.

Well, he hadn't, of course, not fully, when he had run away, trying to hunt down a cure that Sandor had not been able to acquire for himself... But that was by the by.

That time, after all, was all about the moment, how her hand felt on the vine, caressing the slightly rougher texture of it, as if his cock truly had become more plant-like in a way that shocked even Sandor. Yet it was a part of him and he was not to concern himself, not as it throbbed, a living entity, against her palm, the fold of her fingers around the length so teasing. It was as if she was toying with him and, without thinking, the fox rolled his hips forward in a needy thrust, wanting it too much to simply sit there and let her bring him off in her own time.

"Agh... Alyssa..." He growled, licking his lips wetly, his tongue slapping against the side of his muzzle. "Please... I need it..."

He couldn't get the words out as he pressed in closer to her, his arms going around his sweet doe-taur as she leaned against him. He felt her smile rather than saw it, her chin resting on his shoulder, and the fox growled, sniffing her hair in short, sharp puffs of breath. She didn't seem to notice him taking in her scent in that way, though he was free to do as he wished, inhaling her aroma over and over again.

It was so sweet, her hair clean and still with the faint scent of lilies from the oil she had teased into it while they had been on the ship and with limited facilities. He would soon see her in the baths, softly washing herself from head to hoof, enjoying herself and the simple delight of cleanliness and luxury that came with the kind of lifestyle that he wanted to offer her.

But there was something more there too as he grunted and leaned into her, a little saliva trickling down onto her shoulder and back. The fox heaved, shuddering enough to make her gasp, but he rasped out a moan that kept her going, pumping his cock more and more fervently, her intent clearer and clearer with every pump of her hand.

"Cum for me, Sandor..." She whispered. "Please... I want you to have this pleasure too."

She squeezed around the vine still in her pussy, not sure whether to think of it as his cock or a tentacle, not when it was both. Yet she did not mind, not truly, not as the pleasure mounted, warmth spreading through her from the gentle rock and grind of his cock within her. He didn't have to thrust and he didn't have to be rough, but there was the thickening of his tentacle-cock inside her, how it pulsed and throbbed and ached, pressing against spots inside her that Alyssa had never had her mind drawn to in quite that way prior.

"Oh... Yes... Ohhhhh!"

Alyssa cried out again, head back, his lips at her throat, just barely grazing her skin with his teeth. Yet the doe-taur might not have done that, even in the throes of climax, if she had known how close her beloved fox was to the edge.

Not a good edge either... Not as he snarled and drooled and let his climax wash through him. Though it was not as if that was something that even the white fox was in control of, as much as he had told himself, for so very long, that he was the one in control, always and only in control. Her pussy flexed and pulled around his tentacle cock as he pulsed inside her, seed flowing deeply, though the fox was too caught up in his orgasm to even know where he was cumming.

His seed, even if it was a different kind of seed to what he would normally produce, had to go somewhere, flowing into her, thicker than usual. For it was laced with magic as it pulsed into her sex, the fox half-collapsing against her with desire shining in his eyes. Yet his pupils had dilated to such an extent that it was hard to even see his irises anymore.

If only Alyssa had seen that in time... Perhaps things would have been different. But it was not as if what Sandor needed, to control himself, was even there for the fox take...

He heaved and gulped, lips parted, the black inner part of them fluttering and twitching very lightly as he raked in a breath through an open mouth. Pleasure pulled through him, deeper and deeper and deeper, as if the fox was sinking his "roots" down into the ground.

"Alyssa..." He growled, words rasping through a mouth that was not ready to let them spill forth. "This seed... This seed goes straight to your back."

He didn't know what that meant, but he imagined too, in a strange way, Alyssa sprouting, all over with flowers, as if she had her kind of nature magic flowing through her. She could be even more glorious than she was, beautiful in power and in orgasm, far stronger and more beautiful and capable than the ancient being. Even though she was the one that had offered him a way out, a way for him to return to his normal life and his darling doe-taur.

He could see her, dripping in flowers, vines hanging from her, a part of the ancient magic too, just like him. But it was only his mind and his imaginings, lips parted, breathing in her aroma, his nostrils twitching as he drew in breath after breath, letting his seed flow deep.

Alyssa gasped and moaned, leaning into her fox.

"Oh, darling... Sandor..." She breathed, eyes closed. "I love you so much... Please, don't ever leave me again."

She said it like a plea rather than a request and Sandor twitched. Oh, he wished that she didn't have to feel like that, but everything would be better soon, everything would change soon, he was sure of it. Even if he had to charge in and enact that change for himself, he would do everything, even after getting the cure from the ancient being.

Ah... But his pleasure was still there, something darker and more foreboding still curling through him, that ancient evil and power and magic. He heaved and panted, ecstasy swelling. His orgasm had never before lasted so long!

Yet it was still there, despite everything, all as he drooled, seeing the world around him in a different light, inhaling deeply, over and over again. Her heat was so close to him, the beat of her heart something that, even then, the fox could not help but focus ono, as if he was drawn to the signature of her presence and her scent, how she trembled so very faintly against him.

Oh, she had a life-giving body, a body that he could take and that he could absorb, if only he gave in to those deeper, base needs fleshing out and flowing through...

The fox wasn't thinking straight, not as he parted his jaws.

Blood roared against his eardrums.

No... No, he wasn't in his own mind, he wasn't there, not as he hunched forward, snarling out through a maw that was suddenly far more fearsome than the one that, most usually, held a light smile or even a cheeky smirk. For he was not just Sandor anymore.

He blinked, acting on instinct. And the next moment, his teeth were sunk into her neck, the doe-taur's scream cutting through the air.

And then Sandor woke up.

Continued in part five of seven...