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Risa had just sat down in front of the fire with a new book, only a few pages into it when an urgent knocking sounded at the door. She jumped up in surprise; usually no one else was even awake at this time of night, let alone visiting a mostly solitary bookworm like her. She opened the door, only to be greeted by a well muscled chest contained in a well fitted linen shirt. She craned her neck to look up, her eyes finding the pointed face, crooked nose, and confident red-eyed gaze of Percival Lothaire Françoise Beranger, a fairly good friend of hers. It was actually even more of a surprise than the visit; she'd thought he wouldn't be visiting anyone for a while.

The Servine knight, rather recently returned from war, had been quite down recently; various things had been causing him far too much undue stress. His expression seemed too stiff, his leaves were crooked and drying out, and his fierce red eyes had an uncharacteristic dullness to them... however, he'd seemed to be acting more of himself as of late, the few times she'd seen him.

"Percival? What are you doing here this late?" She asked, setting her book on the doorside table; thankfully, she hadn't yet changed out of her dayclothes.

"I was going for a little walk, chérie, and chanced to pass by your home. Perhaps you'd like to join me?" He asked, giving her a smile. She sighed inwardly and picked up her glasses; it wasn't likely he'd take no for an answer, and besides; it'd be nice to get to talk to him again, even if this was a bit strange. She grabbed a cloak from the hook beside the door and set off behind him, who'd started walking the moment she nodded. She'd gotten rather used to him keeping conversations brief; he always seemed to act like there was something more important going on.

"So, did you have any idea of where we're actually headed, Percival?" She asked as she caught up to him. He merely looked at her and motioned towards the forest.

"Bois aux Chênes? I've never really been there before... just walked around the outskirts a few times. It's like the Ilex forest up north, right? "

"Ah, well... I suppose they are at least similar." Percival replied with a shrug. "Though you might change your mind once you've seen the Chênes. There's a beauty there you won't see anyplace else."

"I see..." She laughed. She was sure Percival was telling the truth, there; the forest already seemed beautiful from just the outskirts. "I've heard there's a shrine with a... well, legends say it's like us, but a lot more powerful. I'm sure you heard of Celebi. Have you ever seen anything like it in there?"

He dropped the patronization and smiled somewhat, though the expression seemed oddly forced. "We certainly tried when we were younger. I recall that Galen had quite a story about a woman dressed in leaves disappearing into a white tree... But I never saw anything like that."

"Really..? Interesting... is there any reason you chose the forest, of all places?" Risa asked curious, raising an eyebrow as she looked up at Percival.

"Haven't been in it in awhile." he said quietly, keeping his gaze set forward. After a pause, he added cryptically: "I want to see if it has changed as much as everything else has."

"Mm..." She responded, looking at the ground. "I think it's just nice to talk to you like this at all, Percival. No matter where it is we're really going." In all honesty, she'd rather missed the tall knight, even if he had become a bit more surly recently.

"You know, I can't help but to smile when you talk so sweetly, chérie." he chuckled. "It is very hard to be glum about anything with you around... Clearly, chance steered me in the correct direction when it brought me to your door." Percival eased his pace to better match hers, giving her a far better look at the smile he had mentioned.

She gave him a delighted smile in return. "Thank you for inviting me, Percival." She said.

"No, thank you for the company. I must say, you're more pleasant than that insufferable cat with his endless prying and incessant blather. He's always trying to get me to join him in something idiotic; I can't even have my drinks in silence whenever I visit the tavern."

"You mean Kizios? I don't think he's that bad!" She said, laughing. "At least he's apparently trying to cheer you up, right?"

Percival scoffed. "If that's his idea of good cheer, I'd sooner do without. It's irritating."

"Well what would you rather do with?" She asked as they walked into the shelter of the canopy of leaves, a mystical feeling green light filtering down through the leaves from the full, bright moon.

"That's a good question... the company of a beautiful woman is a pleasant start though." He said, flashing her a smile just barely tinged with lasciviousness. She smiled back a touch awkwardly in response; she certainly hadn't expected him to be so... forward with her, particularly not in that manner.

"I'm nowhere near as beautiful as this night... or this forest." She said, noticing the smug look on Percival's face when she said "forest" and sighing good-naturedly. "It's the kind of night where amazing things always happen in stories." She stated almost wistfully, looking up at the leaves overhead, where the moon and stars occasionally peeked out from behind them... only for them to suddenly be replaced by the open expanse of sky as they walked into one of the forest's few clearings.

Percival led her over to the tree in the middle of the clearing and leaned up against it. "Well, chérie... perhaps there's something more than your company you could give me." He said, pinning her with his wanting gaze, his eyes scanning her body as he did. Risa froze... something about that glare was almost drawing her in. Her heart began to thud in her chest, and her entire body suddenly felt hot; there seemed to be a strange smell in the air, but it may have just been her mind playing tricks on her. All she knew was that, at this moment, she was truly prepared to go through with deeply hidden fantasies, even if she was nervous. She'd held her doubts at first, but she started to make rationalizations. He did just suffer through something pretty bad, after all, and she had offered to help...

Thoughts like those continued to run through her mind as she approached him, still not fully understanding why she was doing so; perhaps it was the late hour, or perhaps it was that attraction to him that she'd usually tried her best to deny the existence of struggling to make itself known. As soon as she was close enough, Percival hooked an arm around her waist and reversed their positions, keeping her up against the tree as he trailed a nail up her neck to the tip of her chin. Risa felt her face flush at the action, and it was with considerable shock that she found herself leaning in when Percival suddenly pushed an intense kiss onto her, her tongue entwining itself with his as he kept her pressed up against the tree.

Percival used the hand not holding her head to firmly squeeze her plentiful rear, eliciting a pleasured gasp from the zangoose woman, causing her to involuntarily buck her hips up against him. It was with a smirk that he took his lips from hers, speaking softly in her ear: "I told you that there were things here you wouldn't see anywhere else. But the question is... Just how much are you prepared to see?"

And it was with a soft, desperate gasping voice that she sealed the events of this night forever. "Everything, Percival.. please... I want to see it all." He gave her a self satisfied grin, and after a few more moments, he forcefully pulled her shirt off, tossing it to the side with no mind to where it would land; after all, it was merely an obstacle to his goal... which was much closer than he'd anticipated. Risa didn't have underclothes on, having removed them when she'd gotten home earlier that day. She attempted to cover herself, but Percival immediately grabbed her wrists and pressed her up against the tree, baring her plentiful chest to the chill night air, her nipples swiftly growing hard from the stimulation. "You have to show me first then... or it's simply not fair, correct?"

Percival's first thought was that there was practically too much flesh; it seemed almost pointless, for anyone to have breasts that large... but he had to confess that they possessed a certain allure all the same. "Now now... you wouldn't deny me these, would you? If you truly want to see everything... you'll give me what I need without question, chaton." he asked with a chuckle, before stooping down and starting to kiss and lick at her neck, eliciting moans from Risa and causing her to grow weak at the knees... and no matter what, she just didn't seem to find herself actually wanting to resist. However, that nickname didn't slip past her. /Kitten? I wouldn't think he'd use such a personal, cute name for me.../ She thought, excitement and flattery welling up within her in equal measure.

Percival quickly moved down from her neck, dragging his pointed fangs across it and causing her to shudder at the feeling of them raking through her fur down to her skin and putting her hairs on end, as he moved down to her breasts, sucking and licking on one of her sensitive nipples as he teased the other one with his thumb. She found herself slowly giving into her desires, her now free hands drifting down to feel and rub at Percival's strongly muscled chest. He let out a pleasured groan, more like a rumble from deep in his chest, and slightly increased the intensity of his actions.

All too soon, Percival's ministrations stopped, drawing an involuntary, exasperated whimper from Risa's lips. "Come now chérie... you didn't think you'd get all of the fun, did you?" He asked, placing a firm hand on her shoulder... too firm, in fact. She soon found herself forced to her knees and pulled forwards, her face perfectly level and pressed firmly against the bulge that had grown in his pants since they'd begun kissing "We don't have all night. Dépêche-toi, ma chérie."

Risa began to fumble clumsily with his belt, having finally decided to give in to her temptation and give Percival the release he seemed to desperately need. She finally succeeded, and slid his pants and undergarments down at the same time... only to be greeted by his intimidatingly large shaft. The size caused her to gasp in shock; she'd never expected it to be possible for anyone to match what she'd read about in... certain books, but here Percival was, throbbing and massive, a bead of pre glistening on the tip of his girthy shaft.. However, he seemed to take her open mouth as an invitation; or rather, he twisted it into one and thrust his entire throbbing length into Risa's throat, causing her to cough and sputter slightly as her gag reflex kicked in. She did her best to focus on calming it, to focus on calming her entire body, as Percival pulled out for another thrust and took a handful of her long, silken hair as he did so.

Quite soon, they were in a rhythm, Percival roughly fucking her throat as Risa did her best to breathe through her nose whenever she could; even then, she wanted to do her best to please him, and began to caress his balls just firmly enough in one hand, heightening the experience for him even more. She was still gagging on occasion, but she did her best to hide it; however, she was fairly certain that her throat would be rather sore for a little while after tonight.

After a few minutes of this treatment, Percival suddenly drove his cock all the way to the hilt into her throat, drawing a muffled shout from Risa as he poured spurts of hot cum straight down her throat, over her tongue, and finally across her face; he did this on purpose, of course, drawing his cock out as he came. Percival's semen was salty and had a strange taste to it, almost like an incredibly strong tea; it wasn't altogether unpleasant, but there was a definite bitter twinge to it. Risa swallowed it all nonetheless, albeit not without difficulty; cum's strange texture was something she had to get used to swallowing.

"Ahh, chérie, that was delightful... but we're not finished yet." He said, licking his lips lustfully as he pushed her to the ground and stripped her lower half to complete the beautiful picture lain on the ground before him; she was positively soaking wet. He discarded her undergarments with as much care as he'd shown her shirt. He put himself between her legs and immediately getting to work eating her out, putting his talented reptilian tongue to great use; he needed something to occupy his refractory period, after all.

Risa immediately dug her clawed hands into the soft, mossy forest floor, letting out an uninhibited moan as Percival worked his magic. His skilled tongue found her most sensitive spots and delicately teased them, exploring her wet, tight pussy, soon joined in exploration by his fingers. Moans and gasps were elicited from this doubly devastating treatment; her virginal body unaccustomed to the intense feelings. Percival's tongue decided to focus on her clitoris instead, the combined actions growing to be too much for the poor zangoose woman to handle, her moans doubling in passion and intensity.

"P...Percival...." She gasped his name out in pleasure and slid her foot down, gently teasing his cock --which was already beginning to harden again-- and stroking the stiff shaft as well as she could through the awkward position and her own pleasure. Percival groaned softly in appreciation, the noise causing a slight vibration in Risa's nethers, enhancing her pleasure further.

"Percival... I'm..g..gonna.. cuu-" Risa's gasps of pleasure were turned into an intense, drawn out scream as Percival suddenly pulled himself up to her level and slammed his entire length into her tight pussy, her inner walls clenching fiercely around him as she came, even as Percival started to hammer into her with reckless abandon. He roughly fondled one of her huge breasts, and sucked on her hard nipples as he pounded at her, whichever breast he wasn't holding jiggled wildly in his hands due to the sheer force of his lovemaking. Risa, for her part, was doing her best to just hold on for the ride; she'd never expected it to be this intense or powerful, and it seemed that as soon as she rode one orgasm out another one was following it, her pussy clenching down on Percival's cock with all it could, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, punctuated by moans and shouts of pleasure.

Risa wrapped her legs around Percival's waist -- pushing him in deeper -- and yelled "Harder!" The tall servine complied, roughly shoving his tongue into her mouth and scooping a hand underneath her to angle her pelvis more properly, causing every single thrust to pound against her as deeply and firmly as he could get in the current position. Her clawed hands gently dug into his shoulders out of pleasure as she wrapped her arms around him.

After a matter of minutes --which felt like endless hours of torturous pleasure to the woman beneath him -- Percival forced Risa flat to the ground with one hand and abruptly buried his throbbing shaft to the hilt in her moist entrance, his cock pounding against the deepest reaches of her nethers. A shocked expression crossed her face as she felt him suddenly flood her with his seed, hammering into her with irregular, pleasured thrusts as he lost himself in his orgasm. The feeling of Percival's cum filling her pussy set off yet another orgasm in her, causing her voice to raise to a level where she was afraid people in the town would be able to hear her... but she couldn't bring herself to actually lower her voice, so caught up was she in her pleasure. Eventually, Percival's thrusting stopped, and he pulled himself out of her; she squirmed slightly at the sudden feeling of emptiness that seized her as his large cock left her, even as his cum started to slowly drip out of her. "T..thank you, Perc-"

"We're not finished yet, chaton. Get on your knees and clean up this mess." he said tauntingly, gently dragging a nail across her cheek. He gave a small smile at her thanks; he hadn't been expecting anything of the sort. Perhaps fear or quiet obedience, but not earnest gratitude. "Don't thank me now, there's still a little something more I have in mind... Save your gratitude until then." he said with the smug air of someone who wasn't going to spoil a surprise, then hauled her to her knees in front of him when she didn't pull herself up. At this point, she didn't mind; she even found herself rather enjoying the powerful commanding treatment. She immediately took his cock into her mouth, covered as it was in his cum and her fluids, which she sucked and licked away until it was clean and back to its full stiffness. Percival let out soft gasps as his still-sensitive head was caressed by her delicate tongue as she did her best to please him, finding that she actually did not altogether mind the taste of their juices mingling on his cock; once he was stiff and throbbing, she decided to take matters into her own hands.. or rather, her own breasts. With a devilish smirk, she wrapped them around his massive shaft, receiving quite the surprise when she saw the tip still poking out far enough for her to suck on, which she did with relish.

"Ooooh, chérie... this is delightful.." he groaned, with a self satisfied smirk at how risa worked so eagerly on his cock. The pillowy mounds of flesh, covered in soft fur, perfectly molded themselves to the shape of Percival's hard cock, softly caressing and stroking every single inch as she slid them along it. As soon as his reactions started making a change to stronger pleasure, she took her tits off and took the entire length into her throat, gagging as she did, before pulling off and smiling up at him. Her hand was still wrapped firmly around his throbbing member, jerking it eagerly. "What did you have in mind next, Percival?" She asked, standing, turning around and wiggling her ample rear at him enticingly. She was rather enjoying getting into role like this, even if her only sexual experience prior to now had come from reading dirty books and hearing tales of Kizios' romantic escapades.

Percival immediately took her up on her offer, although not in the way she expected; he pushed her to her knees none too gently and got behind her. Risa grunted as she hit the ground and tried to pick herself up. "H... Hey! Percival, why'd you--" her long hair was seized in a firm, pulling grip before she could finish her indignant question. Percival pushed his cock into her still wet pussy first, then used the lubrication from that combined with the coating of saliva still on his member to slam every inch of his thick cock to the hilt in her ass. The feeling drew a soundless scream from her throat as Risa threw her head back--further even than his pulling had jerked her--and a pitiable whimper escaped her lips. Her eyes were wide from the mixture of shock, pain, and pleasure, and she somehow started to recall how he had said not to thank him until he had finished what he had in mind.

Her soundless scream was no longer soundless after awhile: it had gained volume as the lubrication from before began to fade, and he firmly yanked on her hair with one hand and roughly fondled one of her tits with the other. "Ooh... ma petite mignonne, your ass is incredible..." he groaned, licking at her sensitive neck as he relentlessly pounded her. A throaty moan escaped Risa's lips as the pain started to give way to the pleasure for her.

"More! Please!" her voice was rather needy and wanting, which drove him to comply... As if he really needed a reason to do so. Percival--of course--complied, grabbing both of her arms and holding them back behind her, using the additional leverage granted to drive himself into her tight ass even more furiously, his balls slapping against her pussy with every thrust, making the entire experience even more overwhelming.

It wasn't an experience WHOLLY new to her, but it was definitely nothing like what she'd done before; she'd previously fingered her ass and even masturbated with a hand mirror whilst staring at her own moaning, blushing face. She was generally quite shy, but her timidity hid a deep imagination; one that spread to more sordid ideas when the mood was right.

Amidst Risa's moans, shouts, and begging, there was the ever present sound of Percival's breathing growing ever faster, tiny grunts escaping his lips, and--on occasion--full fledged moans. It was more than she'd ever imagined, the tightness, the warmth, how full she felt; it was beyond incredible. It was only a few more minutes of intense, wild fucking, Risa's tits and ass jiggling with every violent thrust, and gasps and moans escaping both party's mouths that Percival finally cried out, "Chaton....get..ready.." He said in a breathy, whimpering voice, hints of his native accent creeping into his voice.

Risa was right on her edge as well, and cried out in a voice that carried incredibly far on the still night air, "M...me too! Give me all of your cum Percy! Give it to me!" The sound of his love's pet name for him drove him to orgasm, and he shoved Risa to the ground and hammered away at her even harder than he was prior, abandoning all sense of restraint as he absolutely used her body for his release. His sharp talons, keener than the edge of the knight's own sword, clawed into her arms as he pushed her down, and his cruel fangs found purchase in her shoulder as he bit down hard enough to not only draw blood, but to fully puncture the skin. A coursing jolt of pain shot through her entire body, his fast-acting toxin hitting her just a tiny bit before her antitoxins kicked in, numbing the pain and her mind as if she'd just been intoxicated by an extremely strong alcohol. This only added to the sheer intensity of her orgasm as a scream of mixed pain and pleasure rent the air.

Risa's voice broke as orgasm shook her, and Percival's own moans were drowned out by her noise. Even as he pumped his last reserves of cum into her tight ass and made his own pleased outcries into the tender, bloodied flesh of her shoulder, he could barely be heard over her pained and pleased vocalizations. Then finally, it ended. It felt to both of them as if it had been the entire night--maybe more--as they both lay slumped over. His jaws released her as he slid from her overworked insides, and he felt as if a dreamlike fog had come over him in his exhaustion. Risa was far worse off however, sore to the point of suspecting bruises from the intensity of his actions tonight. Blood glistened on her shoulder and back where he'd bitten and scratched her, and it was with remarkable difficulty that the zangoose woman picked herself up off the ground, and retrived her glasses from where they'd fallen in the ordeal. She was presently speechless, her mind still trying to reassemble itself form the fragments her orgasm had put it in, as well as from the shocking brutality Percival had demonstrated. He'd always been a bit of a rough, quick-to-intimidate-people kind of guy, but she hadn't expected /this/.

A single voice managed to work itself through the haze, deep and rich. ""Come, Risa. You need to get dressed, you can't lie like that forever. I'll make certain that your... ahh... wounds are tended to properly." He said, looking at the bleeding bites as if they were nothing more than simple scratches. She shook off her haze and eventually slipped her clothes back on, astounded when she found Percival was already fully clothed.

During her treatment in his home, she asked what had come over him near the end; "Percival... why did you bite me like that? It really hurt!"'

"It... Just don't call me Percy anymore, Alright? And feel free to visit me if you want to enjoy yourself again, chaton." He said, smiling again at last.

Risa was silent for several more seconds, until she spoke up. "Were you planning on that the entire time?" She asked, her voice slightly nervous.

"Of course not chérie! Je m'excuse, but it was in the heat of the moment. You were just... irresistible." He said with a cocky smile. "It's why I invited you to join me again, whenever you'd like... but I fear it's getting quite late. Feel free to stay over until tomorrow. You can sleep there... I've done so myself, many times."

Risa opened her mouth to speak, but decided not to; if he didn't invite her to join him in bed, she probably shouldn't push. She sank back into the chair and was lost in thought. /Do I really still like him that much...? I mean... he did that.. thing near the end there. But.. I dunno, did I enjoy it? I thought I hated that kind of stuff. But... maybe it was just with him. He's really handsome and has this incredible aura around him that just... draws you in... ooh, but I can't. He probably doesn't like me back anyway, and I'm still not sure. I should probably just sleep on it./

"Chérie. chérie. Risa!" Percival finally raised his voice, snapping her out of her stupor as he waved a cup of tea in front of her face, a cup that smelled very strongly of honey as she remembered how horrible her throat felt. "I realize that I might have been... A touch over-enthusiastic with your throat. Perhaps this will help." He said, laying a blanket across her legs. "Drink up, and sleep well. Bonsoir, petite Chaton."

The next day she went home, and returned to her book. It was difficult to focus on the words written there due to the replaying memories in her head, so she finally just put the weathered tome down and let her thoughts collect. She hadn't expected her first time to be so intense, but she felt mostly satisfied with it. Mostly. Risa wasn't sure if Percival was exactly right for her in terms of a relationship stronger than friends, and the fact that the sex had occurred so suddenly, so out-of-the-blue, was muddying her feelings. She had felt so good at the time, but guilt plagued her second thoughts. And yet, she looked forward to the time that they would meet again.