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_This is another story, revolving around carnal delights and spiritualism. I hope you the readers enjoy it, leaving helpful criticism and positive feedback. I again, hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. _

The sound of wood tearing shattered the silence of a desolate Ranch. A middle aged man pressed against the remains of a barn, single black furred paw pressed firmly against the wooden plank beside his head. The claws dug in creating furrows as the creature dragged its paw further down to the man's neck. "It's been so long since I had a visitor" The creatures words were lustful and her voice sultry, spoken to the man centimeters away from his ear, her hot moist breathe teasing his neck like a gentle caress.

"Wha...W-what are you?" He managed to choke out staring into the eyes of the creature which seemed to glow in the darkness of the cloudy night sky. "Shush now baby, There are things you could be doing with your mouth..." Her body pressed closely against his, large breasts cloaked underneath vibrant orange fur, rubbing up his body lewdly as she brought her mouth against his ear "And talkin ain't one of em."

The male trembled within her grasp, caught in a vice of lust and fear. The fear of this creature raping him as it was, and the pleasure that came with it. "That's it shug...nice and easy, Let me do all the work" She murmured nibbling on his earlobe, taking it into her mouth enjoying the sensation of her nipples grinding against the fabric of his clothing.

"What's your name babe" She moaned into his hear, her long fluffy orange tail swishing back and fourth behind her, distracting him slightly. "I...er...um, Kevryn Almyek" bashfully he watched as she unzipped his torn jeans, grabbing his erection by the head. "Oh fuck!" The sensation was incredible, soft fur tickling the sensitive head underneath an agonizingly firm grip. She smiled dominantly at him, a single sharp claw teasing dangerously under his balls. This had not been his intention, to have a creature of some sort vulpine descent molest him on the outskirts of a supposedly haunted ranch.

Kevryn was a drifter, never staying in a place long enough to get close to someone, traveling was the simplicity he reveled in. The world had grown far too commercial and materialistic for his tastes. There was nothing for him to gain, by associating himself with people whose faith was in coin and appearances. It was no longer a world forged with skill and tenacity, It was to him a world built upon connections and cheap facades.

There were his family members who urged the nineteen year old to complete his studies, network and have a 'normal' career. It was a plague rapidly coursing into the minds of everyone he knew, they looked down upon him as if he were the one who had lost his mind, when they hadn't the clarity to see the insanity they themselves were in.

The boy eventually became a man, traveling around the world with nothing but ratty clothing he sometimes replaced. It hadn't been a fruitful or even glorious life, it at times was grueling and merciless; but that was the price for freedom, the price he had gladly paid in blood for, but even the drifter after so many long years sought a refuge to call his own. It had been an old gypsy woman's doing, she told him a tale of a cursed ranch located on a small Caribbean island.

"Mm what are you waiting for shuga?" a sharp tug on his manhood brought him crashing back down to reality. "This place is really cursed" he managed to gasp out as the fox let go of his manhood, her palm covered in driblets of pre-cum.

"Your such a naughty thing" his eyes widened as she brought her long tongue against the furred palm, lapping up the pre in a single lick before pushing two digits into her mouth, grinning as she suckled loudly. "Oh boy" he gulped locked onto her form.

The gypsy woman appreciative of his kind and generous demeanor told him the history of the ranch. It had originally been a plantation made by a group of Spaniards which had crashed along the islands coast, carrying a cargo of African slaves. The island soon began to flourish and prosper from the Spanish control; the inhabitants were mostly bastardized half breeds, birthed from the wombs of raped African woman. There was eventually an uprising led by a powerful Bruja or witch.

The legend said she used an early form of Palo, a Spanish/African religion which invoked the power of the spirits. The plantation left standing as a reminder of their victory over their masters. In the many years after the event, a South Carolina woman set foot on the island with the intent of renovating the plantation into a ranch, she aimed to domesticate the islands creatures and create a substantial profit from selling the locals their own livestock.

The plan failed, the dying witch having caught onto the woman's folly, supposedly trapped Nkuyu a goddess of the forest and roads, imprisoning the goddess in a traditional Palo Nganga trading her freedom for the punishment of the female and her workers.

The woman and all who had stepped foot on the plantation grounds were said to have mysteriously vanished without a trace. The Bruja had died with a warning, for those to never walk on the cursed land again. It was supposed to be just that a legend, but seeing the vixen bent over, a single palm against the creaking wall with her opposite hand spreading her sex, dripping with desire releasing a sweet smelling aroma into the air was far too real.