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Frozen snow crunches under your boots as you make your way through the cold landscapes of a not entirely familiar forest passage. Despite the frigid air sneaking under your clothes and licking at your skin, you're sweating hot with exertion. There is no way on earth you're making it to the feast on time. And to be honest with yourself, you're starting to fear you might not even make it back home any time soon. When you see an ice covered rock appear in front of you - the same you already saw three times now - you cringe and curse aloud, "To hell with it!" Accepting you're lost is the first step of at least getting out of there alive.

Someone chuckles some distance from you, a voice clearly human, yet strangely unnatural, "Are you lost?" A jolt of shock runs down your limbs, dichotomy of deeply conflicting feelings manifesting in your mind. Your first primal desire is to run, more so when a fox with a bow almost as big as her walks in front of you, smirking ear to ear. Long flocks of dark brown hair cover the sides of her vulpine face, her deep blue eyes dart over you and when she stops so close in front you that her breath steams in your face, your cheeks flush with warmth. You cannot take your eyes off her; in the moonlight the crystals of snow etched in her fur glisten as if stars and you find yourself fantasizing what could be hidden under her sturdy leather jacket. Perhaps it is better you wait?

"Hello. Can you help me? I'm trying to find the Pinewood cabin." you ask, taking a chance if the vixen you just met is friendly or not.

"And here I hoped you were just taking a walk." She smiles fondly, her fangs visible through the crack of her thin foxy lips. "But that cabin is far off. You're actually walking away from it."

You sigh, "Really? Great. Can you show me the direction?"

The fox laughs and points at a distant rocky hill, all the way across a frozen lake. "There."

Squinting eyes you're able to make out a golden lit patch of snow on the hill, completely out of your reach. "You got to be kidding me. I was walking the wrong way all this time."

"I told you. Why are you going there?" She asks, her big fluffy tail lazily rolling in the air behind her.

"Friend has organized a Christmas feast. I was really looking forward to it, and then I get lost like this..." You look at the vixen, again absorbed in her vulgar sexiness. It is a wonder how can she walk outside in the winter with just a jacket, wine-red thigh highs and dark-red boots. Her grey-reddish fur must be warmer than it looks. She notices you eyeing her as if she was on display and you shudder in shame, turning your gaze away. "It's a long walk back, I better get going. Nice meeting you, and merry Christmas!"

You place your boot in front of another, starting the long walk back when you feel the vixen's arms wrapping around your waist. She pulls you close and rests her head on your shoulder, tickling your cheek with her warm ear. With a gesture like that you feel as if you're about to melt, and no matter what she is about to ask you, you're going to say yes.

Her soft growl rings in your ear "I have a better idea. Keep me company and we'll make our own Christmas feast."

"How could I say no?" Tight embrace of the vixen girl charms you completely.

"How nice of you. I've never heard of this Christmas before I arrived here, and with my companion stuck in another village thanks to the snowfall, I'm here all bored and with nothing to do. I was worried I would miss it."

Her companion? Just hearing that you feel your mood sinking. Mainly because of your growing erection which you hoped to sate for a second there. It is hard not get your mind sidetracked when she is so deliciously heating you up and clinging to you.

Nervously sneaking a hand on her furred paw, you ask, "Where to? And, you have a Christmas tree, right?"

She giggles, and playfully pushes you forward, then grants you the delight of her voice again. "Of course! Everything is prepared, well most is. There is an inn nearby, I have it all for myself so you can stay for as long as you want."

For half an hour you walk with the gray-fox towards your destination, your anxiety quickly dissipating as she is not only beautiful, but also good natured. She fondly speaks of her hobbies, that is mostly novel reading and travelling, but you are more curious of her weapons.

Proudly, she responds, "I sometimes do mercenary work. Both my sword and bow have slain their share of bad guys."

"And what is it that you do regularly?"

She smirks mischievously. "You're going to see. Ah, we're here."

Her remark worries you. The nagging voice in your skull tells you that you might be walking into a trap. But if she wanted to mug you, she would have done so already, right? Time for speculation is over when she opens the inn door for you, and pulls you in with her tail. The interior of the big wooden house is well lit and clean, the fox urges you to follow and walks upstairs into the attic. You follow closely, trying to resist gazing at her firm butt when she lifts her tail and you almost trip over. In between her thick thighs you see a hint of her labia, soft pink lips inviting you to touch and as if asking to be explored with your stiffening cock. Is she even wearing underwear? Your pecker thickens under your pants and visibly tents them, which she immediately acts upon.

"Thanks for the compliment, sexy," she murmurs.

Trying to hide your blatant erection you hunch slightly, face burning with shame again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

The fox interrupts you, "Oh, that is very much welcome."

In the attic you both walk into a mid-sized room, several wooden beams are protruding from the floor and holding the roof above safely in place. She pats at a large table with green linen and handful of good smelling alcoholic beverages and festive meals placed on top of it. "You must be hungry, the innkeeper left over some potato salad and its quite good. You should try."

But there is different hunger in you, all layers of your self control are blurring away and as if aware of it, the vixen bends over in front of you to slip out of her boots.

Her words are honey that you're slowly submerging into, and you couldn't be happier. "Or if you prefer, we can skip right to the main course."

She drags over a big chair that looks like it was stolen from an unlucky Duke and flops into it, gazing deeply into your eyes with a lust filled expression. The vixen playfully licks her lips and lifts one of her legs up, resting it on the large table. You can only revel in the moment as she presents herself fully to you, her vixen flower moist with arousal and submerged in a soft light of a wall lantern, every tiniest, sexy detail perfectly vivid and breath taking.

"Why are there no decorations on the Christmas tree?" How such question slipped from your lips baffles you.

She giggles and explains, all the while unbuttoning her leather jacket and white as snow blouse. "The wolf was supposed to bring the decorations. But since he is stuck in snow..."

"The wolf!?"

Whoever he is, it's unlikely he would take kindly to you about to have fun with his girlfriend. The lustful fox points at a red ribbon draped over a chair and asks you to hand it over. The bright red silk almost slips from you fingers, and you have to grab it firmly.

Tightening the ribbon around her thigh, she says, "Don't worry about my lover. He understands my ways." She rests her leg back on the table and opens her jacket, freeing her breasts from concealment. Puffing her chest she jiggles her jugs softly and grins, knowing what it does to you. "Enough decoration for you?"

It all feels like a dream, the cute fox you had met just an hour ago is now spread open in front of you, ready to take you without any objections. Your heart pounds strongly in your chest, if it picked pace just a little more it would shatter into pieces and break your ribs. With shaking hands and shallow breath you discard you pants, flood of your precum staining your fingers and dripping on a carpet deep bellow you. She is as wet as you, small drops of need slip from her nether lips and the liquid pools on the base of her tail. You can't wait anymore.

You close the distance and stroke her thigh, your cock trembling in your hand as you press it into her opening and her velvety lips brush your crown, sending ripples of pleasure through you.

"Let me have a lick, handsome." She whispers lewdly, but it is too late. You already bucked your hips and are now exploring first few centimetres of her loose slit. She silently moans and squirms in her seat. "How rude," she jokes.

Her moans are perfectly complimenting her expressions as you slide further in, her love canal shaping to envelope your pride. You withdraw, the fox closing her muscles as if asking you to stay and you steadily push yourself back in her. Her folds are brushing along your length with every stroke, warm and slick, your mind fixated solely on pleasure and with every thrust she moans, only for you. Her aroused barks and growls fill the room and soon you are rutting into her like a wild animal.

"You know how to please me," she moans softly, gasping each time you bottom out in her cunt, your balls slapping against her fur covered butt. But she is perhaps too sexy, the pressure in you grows and the way the fox squirms around you is driving you into ecstasy. You want to get the most out of it, grabbing both her ankles you curl the vixen in her seat and ram yourself in and out of her. The brush of her tail slaps you in your back and her moans fade into wild screams, but you know she likes it, as on her foxy muzzle a wide smile forms.

With a loud groan you cross your threshold. Whole of your body arches and your prick swells, throbs three times and a first jet of cum painfully bursts from your urethra. You are proud of yourself, to fill the beautiful fox with your cum, and once she contracts her vaginal muscles and growls in her very own orgasm, you feel like the king of the world. Her paws find your arms and she claws into your shoulders, clenching her teeth and moaning in lust. You softly rut into your fox in time with your streams of seed, she even milks it from you and once done, your sweat covered body almost collapses on top of her.

"That was better than I expected." She says. You have to catch your breath and the afterglow is as sweet as the fox under you, while she is still actively caressing your length she is impaled upon.

"That was better than I could ever want. I guess the rumours are true," you remark.

She smiles spontaneously, probably well informed of the fox rumours you mentioned and sighs softly. Then, in all seriousness, she demands, "That will be seventy-five gold."

"What?!"

"Well, earlier you asked what I do. Now you know, I am a courtesan."

You're in disbelief. "But-" She kisses you deeply, and for the first time you feel her taste on your tongue; she tastes of sex.

The fox smiles fondly and hugs you tight, murmuring directly into your ear, "Well then. Since you were so sweet, the whole of today will be your Christmas gift. From Marcella with love."