An Excerpt of The Wild Hunt
A steamy excerpt of Victorian era goodness.
This is the reciprocation of a story I have done with the lovely and ever-inspiring Varzen.
Art by Tesxacoyote
An Excerpt of The Wild Hunt
Twas a cool night for summer that sifted its fingers through my fur as I lent upon my gate. The stars spun on over my head, but I kept my eyes firmly affixed to the yard. Nights with similar aspects brought out my quarry.
I found myself quite caught up and fascinated by the strange creature that lit upon the hedge in my yard. It was not long ere it moved again and vanished from my sight. This time, I was afforded a long glance at its visage, a luxury denied to me until now.
Its lineaments reminded one of a bat, but its color and behavior indicate otherwise. It was comely and of generous masculine proportions. The balanced black and pure white fur was broken by a peculiar symbol on its chest: the Plutonic mark. Its wings and softer flesh were dyed a bright cyan that I observed in the dying light. Indeed, I have only caught the creature in my past sight from fleeting moments in my peripheral and those led me to believe it was something extraordinary. I was never afraid of it and believe it to be of the fair folk.
"Annnnd, skipping to the good part," Ian said and flipped through the aged tome. Jamie had suggested it to him as a good read for vintage erotica. It was called The Wild Hunt and the back cover claimed it to be a marvel of steamy late Victorian-era goodness. The main character was this cat fellow with gold eyes and stormy grey fur, very cliche for the time period. Besides that, it had been alright, but the fox was already undressed and in the mood for a good action sequence. Work was early the next day and he was impatient.
He slid his paw down into his tight boy-shorts, the only thing he was wearing at the moment, and rubbed some life into his foxhood. He leaned back into the fluffy pillow and the sheets adjusted around him. The erection stiffened from the attention and soon it stood straight up, leaking onto his fur. "Mmmm, okay...skimming, skimming. Here we go." With the book held in one paw and his cock in the other, Ian dove back into the tale.
It was then on that portentous night that the creature cornered me in its bailiwick. The full moon had risen to its zenith and it bathed the forest with a pale glow. My own fur that I had counted on for protection betrayed me under the gleam.
The bat-like faerie melded from the darkness and a fearsome sense of lust overtook me. He strode forward, heedless of his brazen nudity. The confident stride swung his generous proportions like a pendulum or a fruit, ripe for the picking. I brought my eyes up his well-toned body. Once again, I was allowed to gaze upon him. Alas, the fire burning in my loins could only be quieted by the thickening pillar of the male in front of me.
"Oh fuck dude, sex faerie's gonna getcha." Ian breathed out, shaking his head at the archaic usage.
"Fie! Foul incubus! Your devilry shall confound me no further!" I expelled at the male. My hopes were that it would take my consternation as denial. The fury that nestled under the heat like a coiled serpent was brought forth and paraded across my muzzle.
It did not deter the bat-fey and my personage was encroached upon by the lascivious predator. The paws reached forward and I, forgive me dear reader, I let them come.
They fell upon me, one at my waist and the other securing my shoulder. A warm muzzle was placed against mine and the body was soon to follow. I was well and truly captured.
The buttons on my trousers were unfastened with a light touch and paws reached in, grasping my already aching shaft. The creature's eyes were alight with the prize that was seized and my reaction to it. A soft groan escaped my lips that I had determined to keep shut. However, my weak flesh denied me that. My phallus was pulled into the open air of night and at the very lightest of touches, I continued to shed appreciative hints of the influence. If anyone were to see me at this moment of weakness, would they blame me? Would they not see the ring around the moon? Would they not hear my labored breath?
Presently, I met the gaze of the creature as it fondled my most private of parts and I pressed questions upon it. My faculties had betrayed me with the stimulation.
"Why do you appear before me now? It has been months since I first saw you. I caught only glimpses before, but now you are revealed in full. Oh, how you have ensnared me!"
The bat-fey adopted a smirk of victory before lowering himself in front of me. I dared not linger on what actions might follow such a gesture. "Good sir, I have been busy with my own business dealings and found it curious that you should see them. Now, that is all I have to say for I came here to do something and I intend to see it done."
Ian grinned. "I like this guy."
With that said, he plunged his maw around my shaft and I quite lost myself again. The soft lips curled around the most prominent point and teased it so. I could hardly breathe for the scandal. The elicit joy of tasting the forbidden fruit so long kept at arm's length pulsed through my veins like fire. I stood stock still as the bat's mouth worked upon me and could not help but to ask:
"What is your name? I feel as if I should at least know that."
He stopped and I almost regretted my question; however, those devilish paws of his kept the fog in my mind as he spoke.
"I'm afraid Zephyr is the only name I have to leave you with. Do you have one for me?"
As his paw tortured me and he looked up at me with those amethyst eyes, Zephyr reached down and grasped his own maleness, engorged from the moments before. My eyes followed and I found myself whispering my own name back, even past the warnings in my head of how one should never give anything to the fae.
"Gentry."
"Oh my Gods. Quit bein' a prissy kitty and fuck his face already!" The fox had come to full mast playing alongside the fantasy. With the undies down to his ankles, Ian was stroking fast along with the story.
My captivator had grasped the sides of my trousers and pulled them down, freeing more of my lower body to the air. Zephyr grasped at my backside, pulling at the cheeks as he moistened my shaft with his tongue. The blue organ darted around, encasing me in saliva as my tender pouch was fondled.
I began to purr, much to my own dismay. It was involuntary and the other male seemed to take great pleasure in this, renewing his oral attention with great vigor.
Singing notes of ecstasy pierced through the clouds of my vision. Setting my jaw to the pleasure, I reasoned with myself. Although, I have concluded from this encounter, that it is very hard to ponder and recollect with the sounds of someone eagerly lapping at your lower body ringing in your ears.
It seems to me that our society has a terrible penchant for denying one's basic needs and wants for acceptance. Well, no one is here but us and I am quite happy with the arrangement. Perhaps, this cat shall see it through to where it goes.
With that settled, I came.
Gripping the sides of the bat's head with my paws, I shoved the length of me into that dripping maw. Quiet as always, the warm spoonfuls of cat sugar disappeared down that pleasure hole. I was left quivering in the moonlight as a blue tongue cleaned me off."
The fox edged closer to the end, right alongside Gentry with his cock buried deeply into the bat's imaginary muzzle. He moaned, whispering Zephyr's name. There were starry trees around him as he pumped his paw furiously, racing toward the end.
With a cry of exultation, Ian gushed forth his own load. He threw the book to his side and it bounced off of the bed. Ropes of fox-cum decorated his red-furred thighs.
Exhaling long and tiredly, Ian used his undies to wipe up before crawling across the bed to where the book fell. He wasn't the fox to misuse texts but it would embarrass him to death if Jamie received the book with a stain on it.
He flipped back through the pages and discovered where he left off.
"There..." The bat said with some finality, standing and still stark naked. "Perhaps we can both continue with our lives now without much interruption. Please, stop following me."
"Following you?!" I started, indignant. "I was never following you. That lends to a notion that I have some familiarity with you. I was not following you; I was hunting you. You appeared in my yard and I wanted to know what you were!"
Zephyr looked as if he were about to speak, but stifled a chuckle instead. "My apologies. It is hard to take you seriously like that." He indicated my pant-less state.
With a healthy flush rising behind my fur, I gripped the rim of my slacks and pulled them back up around me, securing them with the belt.
"I recall it was you that undid them." I spat acidly.
"Oh yes, yes. Twas me." Zephyr responded, bemused. "And I recall you did nothing to stop me."
"I-" Already given over to passion, I justly continued along that line. "I ban you henceforth from my property, sir. I must ask that you cease trespassing upon my lawns and relieve my forest of your presence at once."
To this, the bat had no reaction and what was he to do? He, this faerie tale come to life gleaming in the moonlight, who stands there betwixt the trees as a mad cat yelled at him. I at once felt quite silly but was determined not to let that show.
"Fine," Zephyr responded coolly. "You shan't be seeing me again."
With that said, the bat took to flight into the forest. His form shattered as I viewed it and I was suddenly alone on the acres of my estate. I did not know which emotion to dredge up first as I buttoned my trousers and started to long trek back to the manse.