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Keith part 2

Keith took another step. Nothing special, nothing new, just another step. He watched absently as the little cloud of dust rose and fell around his boot. Than another step. So it was, step after step, pace after pace, in an endless string of clouds that swell and fade to nothing. Keith plodded on down the dusty road, the sun passing from his face to his back, until he watched his shadow stretch out towards the horizon. The only sounds his own breathing and footsteps, and the birds that called from the distant wood. The few flowers left in the late summer fields left a soft perfumed on the wind.

Keith watched the sky's darken ahead, streaks of read appearing to his sides. With a slow look backwards he registered another spectacular sunset. His third night on the plains the sunsets were no longer anything to wonder over, and he was becoming more than a little tired of the never-ending fields, with their inconstant band of forrest. It had been nearly a week since he had been able to restock his pack at the trading post nestled in the foot hills of the dragonesses' mountain. He could have had twice the meat, but he had refused to pawn the coin... Now with his pack low on even the hard salt biscuits he was wondering if that was the wisest of choices.

As the darkness became complete Keith stopped, waiting. Even tired and hungry, this was a moment he still enjoyed.

The silence momentarily complete, stars winking on above, he breathed softly, and the field around him exploded in silent light. Thousands of points of light, mimicking the distant stars, rose from the swaying grasses. Keith turned, arms spread, watching as ripples spread from his fingers, drifting in slow spirals out into the field. The quit buzz of the insects rose to a fever pitch, and Keith stopped, watching the horizon...

Without a sound, smooth as silk, the full moon rose out from behind the distant mountains, splashing silver light that pooled across the plains.

The spectacle finished, Keith turned to continue his journey for another mile or so before he'd have to bed down, and almost fell over in shock. Not ten feet ahead of him on the path, where he was sure there had been nothing just minutes before, a tent, adorned in flowing silks and scarves, blocked his path. And in front of it, on a moonlight pillow, sat a motionless figure wrapped in strange robes. Keith also noticed, as if he needed more proof that this was not a human act, that a tail flowed out from behind to wrap around the figures knees.

"Hello?" Keith called, unsure of what he should do.

The figure stayed silent, motionless except for a quick flicking at the end of the tail. Keith approached cautiously, curious and trying not to appear threatening. "Hello?"

Slowly the figure looked up towards him, framed in moonlight what Keith had first thought to be a hood fell back revealing itself to be hair while likewise revealing a sleek vulpine muzzle. Keith smelled sweet flowers, exotic and heavy on the wind, as she turned her bright, moonlight eyes towards him. They sparked like diamonds from moon silvered fur of her face. Keith felt his pulse speed as she started to open her mouth.

"Keith." she said, and he felt his knees weaken. He had no idea why, but her voice sounded to him like a silver bell long silent let to ring, or a cold stream run through a long parched desert. "Keith." she said again, as though she were tasting his name, as though she were turning it, tuning it, to make it hers... "Keith." she said again, with a bobbing nod. Apparently she had decided it tasted right.

"Yes." was all he could think of to say.

"I am Yuki." she whispered. It sounded like You-key.

"What's going on?" Keith managed, though he couldn't tare his eyes from hers.

"We're in love." she explained in a husky whisper, like a brook running over sand, "Just for the night, until the moon sets. I can't stop it, and neither can you. Please just enjoy it."

Her imploring pulled at him like a hook caught in his ribs. But he stood, immobile just watching her. She shifted, uncomfortably under his gaze, than continued.

"I'm cursed," she explained to his silence, "But for just tonight, please just enjoy it." She looked like she might cry.

"Please," Keith whispered brushing his hand along the side of her muzzle to flick away an imagined tear, "what can I do?"

She looked up at him a look of desperation tinted by despair threatened to break his heart. "There's nothing." she nearly whimpered, "Just come inside with me." Now she did shed a tear, but hid it quickly by turning as she stood.

Keith followed her silently as she padded into the heavy folds of the tent. Inside he was supprised to find a brasier burned casting a rippling golden light on the piles of pillows and blankets that made the entire floor into one massive lounge. The Fox walked blindly to the back of the tent, with a gait not unlike a prisoner who marched for the millionth time from cell too yard and back. "Yuki..." Keith began, and immediately regretted it as he watched a shiver run up her spine. She turned to him with a look of longing that nearly made him sick, like a starving creature watching the bait in a trap.

"I'm here for you." she moaned, a twisted combination of longing and revulsion, encompassed by hopelessness. "Take me, and have your way with me..." she hung her head in a blatant display of defeat, "there's nothing I want more right now."

Keith stared as she dropped her robe completely revealing her lean shapely figure, from the tops of her black furred footpaws to her silky black hair she was perfectly formed. Her deep red fur, soft and brushed from nose to tail, was marked only by lighter patches between her shapely breasts and surrounding her now revealed sex. Keith could not help but be tempted, but there was something more to this vixen than the sexual... Slowly he lifted her robes back up, draping them over her shoulders. The look in here eyes was that of shock, fear, and a blast of what might have been anger.

"Do you not find me attractive?" she sounded almost petulant.

"You are beautiful," he assured her, "but I don't want..." he trailed off. He was almost as unsure of what he didn't want as he was of why he found himself in a strange pillowed tent with a woman he had never met before and yet seemed to care fore deeply, if not even love. "Sit with me." he shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. "please."

Yuki kneeled down beside him like a flower petal settling on water, silently and delicately. She eyed him with that same look that seemed to be split between hopelessness and desire. One hand twitched towards him, but she withdrew it quickly and remained carefully folded before him. "Is there something you need?" she asked carefully, "You only have one night to do whatever you want with me..." she trailed off, than straightened her back. "Anything."

Keith looked at her confused, but starting to understand. "This is your curse? You must give yourself to any man who passes."

"Any man who passes I will fall in love with and will fall in love with me for only one night. I must give myself to him, and he must take me."

"But why?" keith pressed.

"I have been cursed. I am Kitsune. I come from a distant land, my people are a changing breed, we can take many forms, this is but our birth form." she explained gesturing at her thick tail and pointed ears, "And that changing power is our life's blood. That is the second part of my curse, I can not transform anymore."

"Is there any way to break your curse?" Keith asked, feeling real hope that there might be.

"That is the third part. My people are a sensual people, feeling and emotion are central to us. My sin was that I lied to my master about such. He desired me one night and I refused him. When he asked why I told him that a human could make me..." she trailed off, actually seeming embarrassed, "that a human could make me climax faster than him. Now I'm cursed to repeat this cycle of love and lust until a human can truly satisfy me."

"I see." Keith pondered, "I think I understand." He looked at her, sullen and mired in apparent defeat. "Is there anything I can do? I could go back outside if you wanted..."

"I'm just so tired." she moaned, and actually wavered starting to fall.

Keith leapt forward and caught her, than carefully lay her down on the soft pillows. As he let go his let his hands trail along her neck, up to brush lightly on one of her long pointed ears. Keith started back when it twitched. She looked up at him pleadingly. "I don't want you to go. I don't want to be alone. Stay please." Keith just nodded.

Yuki settled her head softly on his leg while Keith leaned back against a pile of pillows. Her breathing settled into a soft rhythm that was soon lulling Keith to sleep as well. He closed his eyes, settling back on the pillows and drifted off to sleep stroking her ears in unconscious affection.

When Keith woke up, he half expected to find himself on the road again now awakened from a strange dream. Even more surprisingly though he found himself still cuddled up beside the beautiful vixen. Beyond that she was awake, and seemed to have been watching him. "Morning Yuki" he yawned.

"I'm still here." she said, a note of glee as well as hope singing behind her words, "It's morning and I'm still here, the first part of the curse has gone. Usually you would have been gone by now."

"Oh?" Keith was still muddled by sleep.

"I'm ready now." she said, lifting herself up a bit off of him.

"Ready?"

"Yes." she whispered, a low playful growl as she lifted back up off of him, flowing into a standing position. Keith watched confused and intrigued as she pulled her silk robes tighter around her, accentuating her hipline while forcing her full tail further out through it's slit in the back. She turned so he was looking up the length of her brown red tail as it swished languidly back and forth in front of him. "Are you ready."

"Do I have a choice?" he quipped, growing more conscious both of her and of his attraction to her by the moment.

"Not really." she admitted, flashing and innocent smile, and leaning away from him. "I've been used, abused, beaten, torn and fucked. Men have come through here, and through what they felt was called love they took what they desired and left me behind. You are the first to stay with me against your own wishes and not to satisfy yourself... You are also the first man with whom I awoke for a second day. All others by now, had disappeared..."

Keith was just about to wonder what she was doing, than she was on him. His wrists were pinned above his head and she pinned each leg at the knee. Her robe, now loosed, began to slide tantalizingly open. She watched his eyes trace her neckline, following as red fur met the white of her chin and belly, rising at the generous curve of her breasts. Just as the robe was about to reveal the rest, she jumped back from him, looking at him in mock indignation.

"You tried to look down my top!" she accused.

"Well..." Keith began.

"You should try a lot harder than that." she growled, crouching down low enough that he caught a glimpse of black paws and the curve of her inner thigh.

Keith didn't need to be hit over the head with the concept to many times. He rolled over and lunged at her, grabbing for her full tail as she rolled out of the way. He caught it by the tip, pulling her up short. He pulled her tail harder than he intended and she yipped, falling on her rump.

"I'm sorry," keith began, but the flash of teeth stopped him short. She was grinning.

Keith grabbed her tail, pulling her towards him hand over hand, each time taking her tail in a thick soft handful. When she was just up to him, having dug parallel furrows in the satin under the pile of pillows. She made a grab for his hands where he held her tail, just above the base, but he let go grabbing her silken robe instead. She twisted away from him, kicking her legs up in an attempt to role out of his grasp, but only succeeding in rolling out of her kimono. She stood up, only to find herself suddenly nude.

Keith stopped stunned. She stood before him, framed by the soft light filtering in though the curtain hanging over the entrance. Her tail wound around her long, shapely legs, just barely covering her most privet places, but leaving her round breasts open to the morning air. The white fur that started under her chin spread out down her neck to gently curve over her chest, just barely containing her small pink nipples, than descending in an arching point towards what her hands and tail were now conspiring to keep hidden. He could see a hint of white wrapping into her thighs under the fluff of her tail. Continuing that line, he traced her legs down past the knees to strong looking calves, and black furred footpaws tipped in small black claws. Keith seized these feet, absently noting the soft yet slightly prickly fur, pulling her off balance and back down onto the pillows. Before she could react he'd lunged forward, grappling on top of her. She leaned back, apparently submissive to his first flurry of passionate kisses that he applied liberally around her muzzle, ears and neck. Gently she pushed his shoulders, forcing his head down further to her chest. Keith buried his face in the soft short fur of her breasts, nipping softly at the base of each. She reached down, pushing her breasts together, displaying the soft pink nipples. Keith intentionally ignored them, instead running his hands up the outside of her thighs, enjoying the sensation of her fur over his fingers.

Yuki still had her eyes closed, apparently enjoying what she was doing with her own breasts enough. Keith sat back some, watching. Keith couldn't avoid at least a small rise when she dropped her breasts to bounce once tantalizingly to the side. Her ears flat back against her head she half opened her eyes, watching him with a mixture of affection and lust until he couldn't help but join in. Leaning forward he let her lift one breast towards him, turning her body slightly, and he licked slowly across her nipple. She exhaled, a soft low moan of pleasure, followed by a startled gasp as he nipped at the offered breast. Again he bite, softly, this time letting his teeth draw slowly off her nipple. She moaned again, shivering and arching her back. Quickly he reached around her, lifting her. She sat up, as he leaned back onto his knees, so she was sitting on his lap with her legs wrapped around him. It took him only a moment to realize that this probably wasn't' the most advantageous position to be in with her, but she had already wrapped her legs around him. He pulled again, intentionally arching her back so the white red and pink of her breasts thrust out towards his face. Her leaned in again and wrapped his lips around the right nipple, sucking and licking hard. This time she actually yiffed a bit, a sound that seemed to split the difference between a moan and a bark. Each time he licked her now erect nipple she yiffed again, followed by a satisfying quiver between her legs.

Still determined to gain the upper hand Yuki leaned forward, bowling Keith over onto his back, knees up in the air. This also slid her along so that she was kneeling over his mid chest. When he tried to reach up to snag an arm, she squeezed harder, pushing a little "huff" of suppress out. "You got my cloths off," she explained, "Now it's my turn."

Keith lay back, allowing her to remove his shirt, with an excess of lingering touches and playful scratches. "Wait" she warned as he tried to sit up again, than she reached behind her. He had already been feeling her tail swipe over his crotch, but now she took a handful of his pants and squeezed. "Wow!" she exclaimed, apparently supprised at how aroused he already was. "This could be a lot of fun." she teased with her paw, flicking and squeezing through his pants.

Bucking hard, Keith managed to overbalance her onto all fours. Quickly he shuffled out between her legs, stopping when his head met her thighs, so he was looking up at her moist sex. The lips were slightly swollen, showing a warm pink through the soft white of the surrounding fur. Her tail lashed impatiently, while she waited with him between her legs. Reaching around again, he pulled her tail up, at which she moaned again, collapsing down to rest her head on the pillows, but keeping her hips raised. Keith rolled over neatly, still holding her tail in up, an turned to admire the view. The white of her chest swept around her slit to make a little triangle at the base of her tail, and sweep down in mirrored arches on her inner thigh. Her ass curved deliciously up to the base of her tail, now pulled taught. Keith pulled her tail back some, towards her head, than leaned in to lick the pink petals of her waiting flower.

"Yes!" she moaned, bucking slightly. Keith pulled her tail up, also lifting her hips with his other hand, until she was standing, leaning forward with her hands on the floor. He kneeled behind her, licking and nipping about her neither lips before vigorously driving his tong into the wet and dripping slit. He licked deeply, loosing himself in her heady scent. Drinking in her juices as she moaned in response to his ovations, Keith brought his hands forward, grasping first her foot-paws, than trailing them up her hard, shapely legs. He lingered briefly, caressing her thighs, enjoying the silky fur that flowed over her slim form. Reaching up further, still flicking his tong in and out of her hot lips, Keith grasped her firm buttocks, spreading them wide, than licking all the way from the front of her clit through her slit and across her tailhole and up to the base of her tail.

This seemed to be more than she either expected or could handle. With a supprised whimper her knees buckled, collapsing forward onto the pillows. Keith followed, catching her about the waist before her knees hit, settling her softly. More and more he licked her, driving his tong deep into her folds, lashing it across her swollen nub, and occasionally brushing up to tease at her tailhole. Finally he was rewarded with a loud huffing yiff followed by a low groaning moan as her muscles clenched in orgasm. He drank her down, swallowing her heady musk as she shivered in climax.

Soon though it passed. She rolled onto her back, nearly knocking him over in the process and glared at him with the eyes of a predator. Wordless she consumed him with her gaze. A shiver ran through him of almost fear, mingled with understanding, mirroring her desire. Drawing his pants off and casting them aside he revealed to her his engorged phallus.

She reached forward, the pads of her handpaws soft, but rough compared to the silken fur. She wrapped her paws around him, griping and stroking him down from the ridged head, along nearly two hands of shaft to grip him at the base. One paw brushing his sack, the other stroking back up and down again she leaned forward. For his part Keith could hardly move, her paws seeming to find every most sensitive spot, lovingly caressing each in turn. When she leaned in further, flicking the tip of her tong across his cockhead he gasped, sure that he'd loose it there. Stroking lower, she continued to lap the few drops of pre from his tip, running her long, strong tongue over him.

With a terrible deliberate pace, she brought him into her muzzle. Her mouth felt searingly hot, her tong wound about him as the tip brushed the satin roof of her mouth! She didn't' stop though, until his entire length was engulfed, the tip threatening to slide right down her griping throat! Puling off of him, she continued her tongues impossible assault, finally stopping with a brushing kiss to the very tip.

Gasping for air, Keith fell back, nearly losing himself. She laughed, a low and sultry sound that sounded like something freed after a long confinement. Grasping to regain his composure, she just crawled towards him growling low. Catching a handful of pillows he manages to stabiles himself, but not before she was over him. Looking up at her, he watched her ample breasts sway over his cock, the nipples brushing his shaft as she crawls up his body. Her tail brushed his legs, tickling his feet, than his calves, moving up his thigh, until the soft bush teases the underside of his sack. Kneeling over him she looks down at him. He reached up, running his hands up her sides to lift and squeeze her bosom. Moaning she braced her paws on his chest, letting her claws settle on his taught muscles. Rolling her hips she brushed her now soaked sex over his, drawing forth gasps of pleasure from both of them.

Again and again, she thrust over him, her claws leaving small red weal's on his chest where they dig convulsively. He continued to message her breasts, teasing and pinching the nipples, each time her breathy yiff of pleasure getting higher, tighter, and closer together, until he felt another orgasm ripple through her, this time dropping her down onto his iron-hard cock though still not taking him in. Arching his back he ran his shaft along her convulsing sex as she came, making it longer, harder, until her whole body shook with the force of it! Screaming she glared down at him, eyes nearly glazed over with lust, shining bright with love.

Still panting heavily she reached between her legs, lifting his cock, still painfully erect, high. With a deft roll of her hips she drove the cockhead between her waiting lips, plunging him deep into her silken tunnel! Both of them called out, no words to tinge the passion, eyes closed in ecstasy! Her body gripped him, consumed him, formed to him as though he were made to fit her. Keith Thrust upwards, hitting himself in the vixen, his entire body burning with her touch. Her paws again on his chest she lifted herself off him, half his length, before letting herself settle again, driving him into her as deep as she could manage! Again and again she rode him, harder and harder he drove himself into her. Louder and louder she screamed, until she howled in orgasm!

She shuddered, and he felt her insides cinch down on him in a vice grip, the muscles rippling along his throbbing shaft, milking him desperately. Nearly screaming himself he forced his body to hold back, withholding his seed from the vixen, whose body seemed to desire it so. Her eyes rolled back, and tong lolling she couldn't seem to do a thing as he rolled her over, laying her on her back without pulling out of her! Now above her, lifting her knees over his shoulder, he took control. Thrusting into her, hitting with each pump, he felt her body respond. Each time he pushed, she came again, a continuos orgasm that left her clawing at the pillows, shredding some of them into ribbons of silk and puffs of stuffing.

Unable to continue any more, Keith let himself lean in over her, warping his arms around her body, pulling her breasts hard against his chest. Reflexively she grappled him in response, leaving tracks across his back with her claws, her legs entwining his. Like this, wrapped around her, filling her, with her equally knotted to him, he finally let go. Darkness threatened to overwhelm him, the force of his orgasm tearing a wordless moan from him as his thick, hot seed splashed into her, mingling with her own copious fluids! Recognizing the long withheld goal, her orgasm seemed to double in force, until her eyes closed, her muzzle opening and closing soundlessly as she ground her sex against his reflexively.

Groaning as his orgasm expired in what felt like a series of explosions, leaving him drained and nearly giddy, he kept a hold on her.

Soon the vixens own climax settled, leaving her spent and panting in his arms. Quietly he pulled some of the cloths over them, only letting their union part as his body chose too. Holding her close he settled back with her head gently rising and falling on his chest. Exhausted, and feeling happier than he could remember feeling in years, he let one hand brush her ear softly as he drifted off to sleep again. "I love you." He breathed before settling into brief oblivion.

From the darkness he heard a voice. "The curse is broken... Thank you. I will always love you too."

The road was dusty.

Keith found himself straining into the fields, waiting for something, and realizing it wouldn't come. With a sigh, he stood, and turned down the road. His feet felt heavy, though they kicked up the same little puffs of dust. He turned back, hoping, wishing, and knowing that it wouldn't. No silken tent in the road behind him. He kept walking. In his had was a ribbon, torn on the edges. It looked like it had been a part of a very fine pillow once. Quietly, almost reverently he looped it about his belt and tied it tight. A little flash of crimson on his gray and brown.

The road was dusty.

The road was long.

But Keith didn't mind.

Yiffably yours:

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