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The Rabbitkin was quite simply, the most beautiful thing Henry had ever seen. She was completely naked, every inch of her plump body on display.. Her short amberfur danced in the gentle breeze, rolling across her plump breasts like a breeze over a corn field.

Two slender ears emerged from her thick red hair. Henry was amazed that even those seemed perfect, not a single piece out of place. From her round nose to her long fingers, to the tuft of fur that was her tail. It was all beautiful, more beautiful than the farm at sunset or the statues at the church.

And it was all his to look at in this secluded little glade with a pond.

The same breeze that rolled across her fur carried her scent to him. A gentle musk that warmed his vulpine nose. It reminded him of the half-remembered smell of his mother mixed with… something else, something new. It let him feel new things, the same sort of things he felt when he thought of the village girls in their fair dresses, tails swinging and ears swaying as they danced.

Henry wasn’t sure what this feeling was, but he knew his body was reacting to it. Beneath his loose, dirt stained trousers he felt something stir.

He continued to watch each sensuous movement of the Rabbikin’s thin fingers across her body. He was transfixed, imagining his paws in the place. How would it feel to run his fingers across that tender thigh, to let his fingertips sink into the soft fur around her stomach? All of her looked soft; a body of nothing but smooth curves and fur like down feather.

Feathers?

Henry shook his head, tearing his eyes away from the beautiful woman and peering into the forest around him. He’d come into the forest chasing one of his chickens. Bastard thing had run off into the forest and left him there. Then again, maybe that wasn’t so bad after all.

He let himself be drawn back to staring at the woman. It took every ounce of mental effort he could conjure not to wag his bushy tail. He had heard the stories from the other men in the village of the beautiful courtesans in the capital. Women that were supposed to have wait lists of months just to speak to.

He doubted that any of them could be nearly as perfect as the woman by the pond. She was more than just a woman, she was more like a…

“A goddess” A voice whispered in his mind.

The elders of the village told stories of a beautiful Rabbitkin goddess of the forest. They said her singing would draw young people into the trees; and into her clutches.

The legends said she was as capricious as she was beautiful. Around dancing campfires the legends whispered that any who could “satisfy” her were granted great boons, the type that propelled them into legends alongside the goddess herself.

Those that failed were punished. They became part of the forest itself, turned into the sorts of trees that grew taller and lived longer than anyone could remember.

As a child Henry hadn’t understood what his grandmother had meant by “satisfy” but now, nineteen and filled with stories of the capital’s working women he thought he might know. The bulge in his trousers certainly thought he did.

He wondered; could he satisfy her? Would it be worth an eternity as a tree if he couldn’t?

He looked again at her thick, dappled thighs and thought it might be.

He could practically taste her scent now. A soft, wholesome taste; fresh vegetables or the time he had eaten dirt as a child. He remembered the stories saying she was a fertility goddess. Looking at her curves, he could see why

She leaned back on her arms, stretching her stomach, pert nipples raised to the sky. She craned her head back, long red hair brushing against the soft grasses. Her smile as the light touched her face put the sun to shame.

Henry stared, amazed and more aroused than he had ever been at her bare breasts. This was the first time he had seen a naked woman in the flesh. His mother had died when he was very young and years of living on his father’s farm had never given him much of a chance to chase girls.

Moving as slowly as when he was trying to hunt he lowered his paw and rubbed his fingers against his trousers. He tried in vain to keep his breathing shallow, he had done this many times but it had never been like this. The woman he was watching this time was real.

The Rabbitkin stood and bent over, giving Henry a view of her thick, round ass. He almost lost it just seeing the dimples at the top of her thighs. He could just make out the raised mound between her legs. Her short tail shook happily, moving in a way that he found unbearably attractive.

Henry swallowed and reached into his trousers with shaking fingers. He pulled out his hard cock, stroking it gently between thumb and forefinger.

This was insane, surely she would see him; crouched in a bush and masturbating to a stranger. He lived alone on the farm but even knew this was wrong. She was just so beautiful and he was so hard.

What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

Right?

He stroked his cock, imagining what she would taste like. Would she taste as good as she smelled? He wondered vaguely if different parts of her would taste stronger. Watching her lean forward into the pond he could picture which part would taste the strongest. His mouth watered at the idea, his paw moved faster on his cock, sending shivers across his body.

He struggled to hold back a groan at the thought of her paws in place of his. She was a fertility goddess, wouldn't that mean she would want to test his fertility. How would she? Would she...

His head was starting to spin, pleasure building in his cock. He…

Something nipped at his ankle.

The sudden pain shot through him and he shrieked. Jumping up and spinning around, cock still in paw and dripping with precum. He looked down and saw the chicken he’d been chasing pecking around his feet. He swore and aimed a kick toward the chicken, frightening it off. His heart was hammering, had she seen him? He realised how it looked, well, it was exactly what it looked like.

He turned around, maybe she’d been too busy, maybe…

She was staring right at him, a sly grin on her face.

“Were you having fun?” Her voice was just as beautiful as her body, low and husky; a whisper of a night breeze in his ears.

“Uh. I was… Uh… It’s not.” He trailed off, his ears felt hot and he was sure they were bright red.

“So you didn’t have fun then? I’m Marian, the most beautiful goddess in all the worlds. I’m hurt that you didn’t enjoy watching me.”

“No! I did! You’re beautiful and I…” He looked down, his erect cock still throbbing in his paw. Marian cocked an eyebrow, looking down at his groin.

“Obviously you did have fun,” She smiled and for a moment Henry forgot how to breathe, “ Tell me, why do you think I’m beautiful?”

Henry took a moment, looking over her body, drinking in every inch of her curves. He wondered how she would feel to touch again. Surely she would be soft, softer than anything he had touched before. Softer than the hard bed he lived in or the hard wood of his tool and the rocky ground of his farm. He knew that some men like their women trim, all hard edges and firm muscles. Henry didn’t see the appeal, there was enough hardness in his life.

“Because you’re soft,” he whispered, “Softer than anything I’ve seen. My life doesn’t have any softness, not anymore. I’ve been alone since my father died. I tend my farm by myself, all I ever see is hard, rough dirt and sleep in an even harder bed. You’re nothing like that, it looks like I could lose in your fur.”

He looked down, ashamed. He was embarrassed to admit it, even though he knew he had probably embarrassed himself enough for a dozen lifetimes already. He realised he was still holding his cock and let go. It was already starting to wilt, shame running through him, burning away the arousal.

“Soft? Are you saying something about my weight?” She smirked, folding her arms across her chest. A quiet part of Henry was sad to see her breasts hidden away.

“N-no,” he stammered. Idiot, watching a woman from the bushes and then calling her fat?. “I just meant that… You look like a dream, A dream that I’ve always had but never been able to live. I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll go.” He pulled his trousers up, looking around frantically for a way to escape, chicken be dammned, he just wanted to run away. Or melt into the ground and die. That might be easier.

“Stop.”

The word wasn’t a request. It was a command, it gripped his body like a vice and Henry froze mid stride. He wasn’t even sure he could move if he wanted to. That single word felt like the forest itself was holding him in place.

The Rabbitkin slowly walked around him, broad hips swaying with each step. Her movements were sensuous, controlled. Henry had seen traveling dancers before but this woman would have put them all to shame, she moved with a grace and fluidity that was unnatural and utterly mesmerizing. She came face to face with him, paws on her hips, showing off all of her body. Up close her scent was overpowering, her alluring scent pushing through his sudden fear and filling his mind with it.

“I’ve lived for thousands of years and met thousands more lovers. All of them told me I was beautiful because of my body, but never quite the way you have. I can read the life you’ve had little Henry. It has been hard hasn’t it? I can tell, you’ve lived a life without beauty, without that softness haven’t you?”

Henry swallowed, his ears flushing. He still couldn’t speak so he nodded, just a short, slow incline of his snout.

“You poor thing, here, let me give you something…soft.” Marian stepped forward, her chest pressing against him and Henry suddenly hated the thick, homespun shirt he wore. Soft lips brushed the pale grey fur of his neck. He gasped as he felt her fingers pull down the front of his trousers and wrap around his cock.

It was hard again in a heartbeat. She lightly ran her fingertips across the head, breathing softly against his neck as she did. Henry groaned, still not totally able to move. He wasn’t even sure he wanted too. WHy ruin this perfect moment?

Marian kissed the base of his ear and wrapped her paw full around him, tugging softly back and forth. He almost came then and there, shivering so hard that he broke her spell and wrapped his arms around her. The feeling of her breasts against his now bare chest was amazing. ANy last hints of reluctance were washed away by her touch.

He leaned into her, kissing her neck, caressing the fur of her back.His paws sliding across her, exploring. She was just as soft as he thought she would be, softer than anything he had ever touched. Henry tried to ignore the tears brimming in his eyes.

His life had been so hard and lonely since he had lost his mother and father. Her softness was a cure for a wound he hadn’t really known he’d had. He stopped kissing her and just rested his head on her shoulder, holding her tight as he fingers gently rubbed at his cock.

“It’s ok, I’m here.” She crooned, gently pulling back from him. She let go of his cock and slid her paws up his chest. He felt their warmth through his fur, through his skin and his ribs. it felt like she was cradling her heart in her paws.

“Lie down,” She said, “let me give you something.”

Henry obliged, reluctantly letting go of her and lying on his back, his silver tail shaking gently at his side. Marian looked even better from below, silhouetted against a bright blue sky. Every inch of her curves glowed in the sun. Very slowly, as if afraid to startle Henry she stepped over him, her feet on either side of him. SHe moved achingly slow as she slid across the grassy ground until she was above his face.

Henry could see everything. Her smile, her breasts, her thighs and, at their peak….

“Have you ever done this before?” She asked from above, a smirk on her full lips.

“No.” Henry squawked. He hoped his voice didn’t show how nervous he was.

“Good, then you don’t have any bad habits. Take it slow, I like to enjoy myself.” With that she gently lowered herself onto him. Henry gasped as her warm, wet cuntmet his lips.

The first thing he noticed was the warmth. It radiated out from her, filling his mouth as he kissed it. She moaned, one paw twining into the ochre fur on the top of his head. . He opened his mouth a little and licked her, the heat searing his tongue. Her taste was like nothing he had experienced before.

She tasted of Spring air and rain, along with something else. Warm and wet and wonderful. It overwhelmed him, a river of new sensation that, had he not already been lying down, would have knocked him over. He moved his tongue faster, desperate to see what else waited for him.

“Slow down,” she moaned, her fingers gripping tighter at his hair.

Hearing her moan at what he was doing amazed him. His cock felt harder than it had ever been before. He managed to move one paw up and gripped her round ass. She moaned again, grinding against him as he squeezed. His snout opened fully and he held all of her in his mouth. He slowed his tongue, pushing a little deeper and he felt her wetness part around his tongue. He explored her soft flesh, tracing his tongue tip across her.

She moaned as he found a deeper part of her, pushing his tongue in as far as he could. Her taste filled his mouth and pulled desperately at her ass, holding her as deep in place as he could. She squirmed, riding his tongue and clutching at his long ears.

His tongue found something else, a warm little mound that was firmer than the rest of her. The tip of his tongue flicked it once and she moaned louder, pushing that part of her against his mouth. Henry moaned too, his body reacting to her pleasure without a conscious thought.

“That’s it, just there. Do it again”

Henry grinned and gently circled her mound, coming just close enough to brush it with the edge of his tongue. She whimpered, grinding against him so hard it hurt his nose a little. He didn’t care, it was all too wonderful.

Henry was waiting for her tot tell him to stop, that was he was disgusting, unworthy of her. The idea managed to hold inside him despite his amazement of what he was doing.

But it never came, she leaned into him, her soft belly almost smothering his face. Every part of her felt just as incredible as he thought it would. Her fur was so soft it almost felt down, beneath it her gentle skin shivered at his every touch, sending gentle ripples across her body. Could this really be happening?

Marian moaned again, her thighs flushing with a pleasant warmth against his face. Henry let himself smile, if it was only a dream he might as well make the most of it.

She pushed her hips hard against his own mouth as he moved, tongue darting back and forth across her. She was so wet now, her taste and the musky smell of her overwhelming his sensitive nose. Henry moaned, pleasuring her made him feel incredible. It was something he was doing for another person, something immediate and certain that made him feel like one of the heroes from his grandmother’s stories.

His cock was so hard that it hurt. He longed for Marian to touch it again but he couldn’t possibly stop now, not with the way she was moving and how it made him feel.

“Oh yes, yes. That’s it… You’re a quick learner. I.. Don’t stop.”

Henry growled, the sound vibrating through his chest and up his throat. He wasn’t sure what she was talking about but the way she spoke, her voice husky and breathless made him feel like a god. This was all because of him. Even if he didn’t satisfy her and woke to find that he was a tree he thought it would be worth it for all of this.

Her thighs quivered under his paw, the shaking moved until her knees and calves vibrated against Henry’s head. He kept licking as the movement built up through her stomach until even the fingers in his hair were shaking. She was a wineskin filled to the brim; just the slightest bit of pressure would burst the seams.

Henry smiled; how could he break her?

The curve of her ass led his fingers down into someplace warmer and wetter. He had to strain to reach his arm around Marian’s thick thighs, his thumb just brushing her wet opening. He pushed in as far as he could go. She felt so warm; he was amazed that she wasn’t burning him. He pulled his tongue back and took a deep breath, enjoying the way she shivered as his lips brushed her mound.

He breathed out sharply, grinding his thumb into her while attacking her clitoris with his tongue. She gasped so loudly that Henry was sure everyone in the forest could hear her. It was almost a scream, a short, loud noise, somewhere between pain and pleasure. He was so worried he’d done something wrong that he started to pull away.

Marian growled, yanking him up painfully by his hair and grinding against his face. Her lush, soft thighs and their short fur squeezed his face so tightly he found it hard to breathe. It made him push his thumb deeper and with part of her totally in his mouth now he sucked at her skin and fur.

The wineskin finally broke.

Marian’s body shook from toe to ear with a powerful shiver, like a convulsion of ecstasy. Henry’s mouth was filled with a warm, sticky liquid that tasted powerfully of her. He sputtered, surprised at first but he enjoyed it so much he found himself swallowing it down

He realised he was content with that. At least he would die having tasted a goddess.

It took a few moments before her body stopped shaking, her thighs quivered a few times, aftershocks of pleasure rocking through her body. He was still licking her cum off his lips when she managed to lift herself off his face and she rolled to his side, stretching his body our languorously alongside him

“That, wow. There’s room to improve but that was pretty good.” She snuggled against him, her soft breasts pushing against his chest. Henry let out a small, shocked gasp as one of her fingers traced its way down her torso. Hit slid gently across his cock, following the thick vein that ran along his shaft.

“I…I didn’t do something wrong? I mean, I’ve never done something like this.” He muttered.

Up close her face was so beautiful that he had to turn away. Her eyes were the pale blue of a spring morning. They were filled with a kind of warmth and joy that reminded Henry of the few, hazy memories he had of his mother.

“You could have fooled me. Now. I am Marian, goddess of Spring and fertility. Do you know the legends of what I do to men?” She whispered the words into her ears. Her husky voice rolled through him in a shiver. If she kept moving her paw like that then any punishment would be worth it.

“I do. You turn them into trees if they can’t satisfy you.” His voice was barely a whisper. He was starting to get scared. He thought he’d done well, she certainly sounded like she was enjoying it and what she had left in his mouth…

“That’s not entirely true. Only the men that treat me badly get turned into trees. I mostly make the others forget what happened. Don’t worry, I won’t turn you into a tree, You’ve got enough wood as it is.” She giggled, gripping his cock tighter as she said it, pulling it all the way up over the head and back again .

For a moment, Henry forgot how to breathe.

“Well boy. It’s your turn now.” She moved so that she was over him, a wicked smile on her short muzzle, long whiskers twitching with excitement. Se leane forward, nipples brushing tantalisingly close to his mouth then she wiggled down him, her tongue tracing the path her fingers had left in his grey fur.

Henry whimpered a bit as he felt the head of his cock slide across her nipples. What was she going to do? His heart was pounding, the anticipation hurt almost as much as the swelling of his cock.

He looked down, she was crouched over his legs. Her eyes sparkled with a smile, her plump lips were just inches away from his cock; so close that he could feel the tickle of her breath on his shaft.

She cocked an eyebrow and looked down at his cock questioningly. Henry wasn’t sure what was going to happen but he knew he desperately wanted it.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded.

A cold breeze tore through the glade. The trees shook in the wind, their leaves changing rapidly from shining gold to burnt orange. Marian’s long hair was thrown about wildly, covering her beautiful face and tickling across Henry’s chest. It was so cold that it felt like he was out in the depths of winter, not the middle of spring. Marian growled, a sound that raised his hackles.

“Get up!” She hissed, “Quickly, get up and-”

Once again Henry’s body moved as if puppeteered, pulling himself up and away from her as dew and ice began to form on the grass of the glade. Somewhere behind him a crack like lightning echoed through the trees and a massive bough of a tree crashed into the glade between him and Marian. Her perfect body disappearing behind a tangle of ice crusted leaves and splintered wood.

“Leave the boy! It’s me you want!” He could barely hear Marian over the roar of the wind. There was an answering howl of something, a wolf he thought, and then the wind vanished. Leaving behind a suddenly quiet and warming glade.

By the time Henry managed to clamber over the fallen tree bough Marian was gone, leaving only a bare trace of her scent and her taste in his mouth.