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The weather was positively lovely this time of year, even in the dusk of the savannah Aden had found himself in. The dirt was cool to the touch, the sun having dipped below the horizon. Purple tinged the now star-spotted sky, constellations hanging overhead with nary a cloud in sight. The nearby village, as well, was too far away to see, or hear, as the zebrafolk there stowed their things and prepared for nightfall, a hazy bit of light shining beyond the rocky hilltop.

However, Aden wasn’t focused on the scenery, as enchantingly beautiful as it may have been. What was enchantingly beautiful, however, was the woman currently absorbing every bit of his attention.

Younger, slightly portly, but with proportions that drove Aden visibly wild, Kipko was the local Chieftain’s firstborn daughter. Having recently celebrated her rite of age and considered an adult, she had hoped to find a mate within the village and stay in the village she grew up in. However, in order to cement an alliance with a neighboring tribe, her mother had negotiated for her to be mated to an older warrior stallion from another village, and was due to travel to his village within several weeks’ time. She was, very much, spoken for.

And yet, despite that, Aden’s hands gripped Kipko’s waist with a greedy sort of longing, fingers dimpling her plush, unbelievably soft curves. Her ass was molested with his palms, her waist and thighs explored, her nubile, full breasts caressed by his touch. She loved every moment of it, however, having raised her arms up and over her head, giving the grinning boy below her as much room to work with as possible. She let out a long, heated sigh when she felt a tongue lash at one of her sensitive nipples, the swollen things needy and dearly wanting attention, in her eyes. “You’re insatiable!” She giggled between huffy grunts, a hefty blush to her face, but with an excited smile that exuded nervous energy. “Hnnfh… Y-you’re good at this.”

Aden took only a moment to nod up at her, his face split into a massive grin, even as he sucked at one of her full breasts, using every bit of his mouth to tease and work over the hot, sumptuous flesh on display before him. He was hard as iron underneath the straining fabric of his clothes, a slab of meat, needy for release. It would come soon, he would say, more to himself than to it, as if he was trying to reassure himself that he’d be able to properly satiate his beast of a breeding tool. But that comes later, he admonished. For now, his mouth worked up her delicious cleavage, the boy letting out heated, pleasured grunts and groans of excitement, while his slightly younger companion did the same. Her arms came down and pressed those breasts closer together for him, only showing herself off even more. He gritted his teeth at the sight of her bare body again, but with a low hum, his lips met hers.

Kipko leaned into the kiss with the full force she had to offer. They practically met tongues-first, sliding across the other’s own appendage, suckling with tongues and nibbling on lips. The spoken-for girl’s hands caressed his shoulders, the zebress’ body swaying from Aden’s continual working of her curves with his hands. His fingers came between her thighs. With a subconscious desire, she spread her sitting form, driving her legs apart to reveal a bare womanhood, glistening with anticipation. Aden attacked her, his digits swirling in slow, agonizingly sensual circles against her labia, deepening the pressure upon them before one finger slid inside. Her honeypot was almost painfully tight and hot as sin. She let out a sudden cry of ecstasy, likely the first time another had penetrated her most sensitive of places, aside from her own exploration and self-pleasure sessions she likely partook in within the privacy of her own home.

Aden’s finger hooked and drove in deeper, even deeper still, trying to loosen her up by rotating and gyrating the base until it was all in, down to the knuckle. Aden looked down to stare at his handiwork, with her twitching, soaked, woefully neglected womanhood pulsing and engulfing his finger whole. Aden’s mouth continued to suck at Kipko’s, even as she moaned and mewled with the pleasure of it all, but she tried her best to reciprocate Aden’s attention to her succulent lips. He appreciated the effort, even if it was unpracticed and a little awkward.

Aden’s digit popped free with a wet “schlrp”, his hand now wet and glistening with Kipko’s feminine preseed. He brought the finger to his mouth and licked it, groaning a little. Kipko beamed, a blush deepening upon the girl’s face. “Sex fiend,” she teased.

Aden chuckled aloud; More of a giggle, really, as boyish-looking as he was. “You’re the one who proposed we do this, Kip.”

Their lips met in the middle again for a firm, long kiss, a trail of spittle connecting their newly separated mouths. She let out a long, happy sigh, a grin on her face. “This is what I wanted, Aden.”

Aden looked slightly puzzled. “I’m sorry?”

“I didn’t want to be mated to someone far away that I don’t know, or that I’ve never seen before. I wanted to find a man on my own terms.” She grinned. “And now, here you are. Is that anything other than providence?”

Aden blanched at the thought of being formally mated to Kipko, as he didn’t know what to think of such a proposition. “I… I’m unsure. I’ve never met this man either.”

“…What should I do?”

Aden let out a grunt, his hands releasing Kipko’s body before darting down to his own. Specifically, the little bit of clothing he had left on. With the untying of a single knot, it came undone, and draped from his person to fall onto the ground. Now he was naked, fully, for Kip to see. She stared at his newly exposed erection.

“You can touch it.”

Dumb? Yes, but still, Aden thought it was clever. Or maybe childish and self-important. Regardless, Kip stared at the pulsing manhood now revealed for her to ogle. Her eyes widened considerably, trailing over the sight of veins loosely crisscrossing over the thick medial ring that separated the halves of Aden’s cock. His mottled, hefty sack was low-hanging, full of seed that would doubtless be pumped into her, given time. Of that, she was sure, but her lips seemed to be magnetically attracted to the pole of meat. Aden stood upright, but Kipko remained kneeling on the ground, staring at the egregiously thick, long, ebony shaft before her. At least, before her lips met the tip in a hasty, but slightly reticent kiss, as if she was giving it a testing smooch before deciding if she liked it or not. That flared crown swelled in reaction to the impact of her lips, a dollop of preseed smearing onto her mouth. She blinked in surprise, leaning back to lick at the stain upon her mouth. She paused, tasting, and then let out a grunt of approval. Aden grinned. “You like it?”

Kip leaned in. In response, she nodded, her cheek nestling up against the side of his tool, letting the searing-hot flesh grind against her face. One of his hands came down and tussled her hair, gripping the rear of her skull, guiding her lips around to once again pleasure himself. The feeling of her tongue lapping at his medial ring was positively divine. Aden’s body tightened up, a heated breath escaping his tense body, a rope of heady, thick preseed shooting from the flared, blunt tip in response to the pleasure. She giggled, and then situated her face and mouth at the crown. She opened wide, then wider, and then as wide as she could, her hands coming up from her sides to grasp at the base of Aden’s immense prick. The young zebress’ fingers dug into the firm, searing-hot flesh, and Aden whined audibly in response, rewarding Kip’s efforts with a sudden gush of seed from his tip. As if planned, a rope of the swelteringly heady stuff splashed against Kipko’s face and open mouth. She swallowed without thinking. “Mh. You eat a lot of fruit? It’s… Sweet.”

Aden’s fingers tightened on his lover’s skull. “I try, just a little.”

Kipko grinned at Aden, even giggling a little. She attempted to laugh her nervousness off. “I’ve… Never done this before.”

Aden’s grip loosened, his hand brushing against Kip’s cheek. “Don’t worry. You’re doing fantastic.” Despite the awkward bending over, he kissed her forehead, smiling. “You’re doing everything right, don’t think about it. Just… Go with the flow.”

Kipko bobbed her head in the affirmative, staring down the barrel that was Aden’s immense manhood, smiling as her lips met the swollen cumslit once more. Her tongue lashed against it, beckoning for his virility. With a long, drawn-out sigh, he gave it to her, his entire member pulsating, his swollen balls churning as yet more globes and ropes of prenut met Kipko’s ever-greedy gullet. She swallowed over and over, audibly slurping, not bothering to be quiet in the impromptu dusk-light lovemaking session.

Her lips separated from his member with a low groan. They then immediately dashed down his underbelly, her tongue dragging across the massive cum-vein that lay beneath it until her mouth found those drooping, overactive testes. Her attack was immediate, using her entire mouth to assault his pair. He panted and his knees shook, both hands now gripped her head, his immense, whetted shaft drooping on and over her face. She let it grind and press against her face while her mouth administered to his gonads, her hands greedily reaching around to grasp at his ass. He didn’t object to the squeezing of his taut, yet slightly bubbly and shapely rear. His hips pressed forward, deepening the contact between his lover and his nethers.

Kipko released her grip on his butt, her mouth pulling away with an audible “pop”, a bridge of saliva still connecting all parties involved. She wiped her mouth with an arm, panting through her nose, staring up at Aden. He let out a small sigh, a thumb caressing her cheek. One of her hands met his, cupping it and squeezing.

He was laying back on the savannah ground before he knew what had happened. Kip was on top of him, his arms around her waist. She had tackled him to the ground, but her mouth was lavishing against his own. They took turns exploring every inch of their tongues, their mouths, everything. They moaned aloud and huffed with the sheer delight of sharing in a few precious moments together. Their hands met, fingers intertwined, squeezing each other. Aden rolled her over, with Kip on the bottom. She giggled and moaned simultaneously, with Aden likewise chuckling aloud. Their kissing abated, though Aden’s mouth met Kip’s jawline, eliciting a huff of delight from his partner. He kissed her neck, up to her cheek, but his teeth caught her ear, biting it. She let out a small squeal, arching her back up, pressing her full, nubile chest against his boyish figure. He pulled away, and so did she, the two of them staring at each other, panting under their breath, eyes locked and hands conjoined, with no spectators but the twinkling stars above.

Kip released her grip on Aden’s hands, gently pushed him into a kneeling position, and then hopped onto her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder, a needy blush to her face. Her legs spread, showing off her plush derriere and slick, sensitive nethers. They glistened invitingly. She whined. “Mate me, Aden.”

And so he did.

He was upon her, his hands at her waist, his hooves beside her thighs, with his waist pressed up to hers, that thick, turgid block of meat sandwiched between her asscheeks. He didn’t give it any more thought, staring down at Kip’s slightly shuddering, nervous, excited form. He aligned himself, hands-free, and pressed until the flared tip met her thoroughly wet womanhood. He let out a long, low growl of sheer pleasure, gushing and splashing precum against her netherlips while he tried to enter. Kip whined and gripped the ground beneath her, her knees wobbling.

Aden, at last, felt her virgin honeypot finally make way for his vast mating tool. He deflowered her with a determined groan, accompanying her squeal of half-pain, half-pleasure. It hurt with how much he stretched her neglected womanhood, but it felt positively amazing, being speared by him. She mewled aloud; Her mouth open while she panted. Aden sent himself further and further inside, grinding against her insides, exploring her depths. He could feel how tight she was, it was almost painful, but oh-so-worth it to hear how she squealed and moaned. His knees shook with the waves of mind-numbing ecstasy washing over him, but he didn’t stop; He felt his thick medial ring bump at her entrance; A temporary barrier.

He pulled back, the inches retreating from her insides, following Aden’s powerful hips. Kipko panted with her tongue out, almost openly drooling, staring up with lidded eyes at her lover above, his tightened, determined expression almost… Cute. She reacted from the gut, raising her upper half and pressing her open mouth to his. He returned the kiss without thinking. The two of them moaned and huffed into the mouths of the other, Aden’s hips beginning to work the front half of his meat in and out, in and out, over and over again, with the sounds of meat slapping and grinding together. His swollen balls pressed rhythmically at her thighs, even though their tongues danced in the middle of their embrace. He felt his medial ring strain at her entrance, harder and harder, begging for entry.

It finally gave into the pressure, the zebra pressing forward further than before to impale Kip on his cock. He sank the most sensitive inches deeper, deeper into her insides, Kip squealing with the sheer pleasure rocking her body. It wasn’t long before he felt her nethers tugging at his rod, suddenly enveloped in a warm, wet sensation. She climaxed hard and fast, her entire body shaking. No longer able to maintain the kiss, she whined with ragged, intermittent breaths, feeling her womb prodded and poked at by Aden’s immense, greedy rod. He growled, gritting his teeth, before he sent himself as deep as he possibly could inside of her. He hilted Kip’s womb, the fat, flared crown of his manhood pressed up to it. He ground and gyrated his hips, giving quick, rough little bucks forward, but he didn’t dare pull more of himself out, grunting and whining under his breath. Her orgasm faded ever so slightly, feeling the rough churning of his balls against her thighs, the pulsing of his prick growing harder and faster, matching his heartbeat. She could feel the immense heat from the inside-out. “A-Aden?” She mewled, nearly out of breath. “A-are you c-cuuuuhhhh!”

She never did get to finish what she was asking.

But her question was, indeed, answered. Yes, Aden was Hell-bent on cumming directly inside of her womb. His entire body tensed and shivered, his nuts twitching and clenching, his rod swollen and pulsing. The sudden white-hot warmth filled Kip instantaneously, not even bothering to paint her pussy’s walls white; He filled her womb up directly, sinking his thick, virile load right into her womanhood, hilted like a feral stallion taking a wild mare in the field. His grip on her waist was tight beyond hope of separation, dimpling her plush flesh inward, even though his orgasm bloated her from the inside. It felt positively endless, with Aden twitching and huffing, biting his lip and panting through his nostrils as he bred Kip.

However, his load was neither infinite, nor her womb all-holding. His ejaculature overflowed, pumping out in streams from the well-fucked orifice he was jammed inside, giving a few final bucks before slowly, agonizingly, pulling himself free with a wet, shaking “splap!” Both Aden and Kip whined audibly at this, collapsing to the side, with Aden spooning his lover. They panted aloud, out of breath, chests rising and falling in near unison. They both twitched and shook as their orgasms subsided, a small pool of precum forming from the leftovers of the boy’s orgasm. He had nut hard and fast, but so did she, and such a powerful, unrestrained mating session would take a while to come down from.

For almost a minute, they simply lay there, their bodies pressed up to each other, lying in the short savannah grass and dirt. At last, Kip’s senses returned first. There was a huge grin on her face, albeit much it was covered in a heavy blush at the thought of being taken and fucked like a mare for the very first time. The thought was both, at the same time, incredibly arousing, and more than a little daunting. What stirred her mind from this path was Aden’s hand coming from her waist to press against her cheek, rubbing her tenderly. Kip let out a breathy sigh, one of her own hands meeting his. They were silent for a few tender moments, with Aden’s muzzle nuzzling at her neck, earning a playful nudge from Kip’s snout against his own. Their kiss was brief, but cute, with the two young lovers separating after a few short moments. She was the first to speak.

“I don’t want to go.”

Aden let his head press into the crook of her neck, kissing it. “Neither do I.”

The two laid side-by-side in the savannah field, staring up at the sky, at a night full of stars. It was indescribably beautiful, with not a single light made by people around to sully the view. Their hands were intertwined between them as they studied the constellations, the twinkling lights above, and the infinite heavens above.

“Why don’t you leave?”

Kip raised her head at Aden’s question. “Hm?”

“If you’re unhappy with being given to this warrior man,” Aden turned to face her, “then why don’t you leave? Do you have a choice?”

Kip let out a small breath, relaxing once more. “It’s what my family wants. It’ll help my village, so…” She got quiet for some time. “…I don’t have a choice.”

Aden swung his body so it was draping over Kip’s, a hand caressing one of her bare breasts, his limp, but still wet, manhood pressing against one of her thighs, a leg of his pressing on her own. She leaned into him with a contented breath. He continued. “But are you… Happy, with this?”

“Happy?”

“Happy with being mated off, I mean.”

Kip bit her lip in thought. “…It’s what my parents want.”

“But is it what you want?”

Aden watched Kip stare into the sky, her mind… Somewhere else, much like his own mind started to reflect on the thought of her. The two had known each other for roughly a few days, ever since he had wandered into the village she was from. He had been traveling for some weeks, seeking to get away from the other tribe that had sent him away for sleeping with a mated woman, as unjust as the specifics made the ruling out to be. It was there that he met Kipko, just after her coming-of-age. He remembered the first thing he said to her was a question about who she was.

The two became instantly close. Many times they talked for hours about many different things. Kipko often talked about her village, and Aden often told stories of his brothers and his adventures. Kip was often entranced by his tales, and he was surprised to find himself raptured in gossip and rumor about the village and tribe’s inner politics. He had learned that she was to be mated off to a local Chieftain’s warrior son as part of an alliance. He was initially heartbroken, but unsure of what Kip thought. Until now, that is.

She responded after what seemed like eternity.

“…No.”

Aden’s thumb made small circles in her shoulder. “No?”

Kip’s voice rattled in her throat. Her eyes glistened. “I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna be mated to a man I don’t know. I just… I don’t.”

Aden wrapped both arms around her. Her grip on him tightened. She sniffled. He looked at her.

“Then come with me.”

She blinked, a tear flowing down her cheek. “…What?”

Aden squeezed Kip’s hand. “Kip, come with me. We’ll leave together.”

“Wha… Run… Run away?”

“Yes!” Aden’s cheek pressed to hers, planting a kiss on it after. “Let’s go together.”

“And just- Just leave everything behind? My parents, my village, the alliance, everything? I… I have a mate now! I shouldn’t have… Shouldn’t let you! I…” She closed her eyes, and the tears flowed again.

Aden blanched at realizing he’d been pressuring her. He swallowed, loosening his hold on Kipko. “…Forgive me. I was… Rash.”

Kip didn’t respond immediately, but when Aden looked up, she was blinking tears away. The conflict was clear to see on her face.

Aden rolled his weight over, straddling her. She appeared surprised, but now her attention was on him. Aden’s palms held her cheeks and squeezed, ever so gently. She leaned her head into his touch. His lips met hers.

“Whatever choice you make, I’ll stand by you, Kip.” He truly meant it, too. He couldn’t stop her from making her own choices, as much as it pained him to see her do something she hated.

She nodded, wiping her eyes with a hand. “…I know.”

He rolled off of her, but she stood up and looked down at him. Her face was bereft of joy. He stood up and reached a hand out to her, but she glanced away. A sparkle dripped down her cheek. “I’m sorry. I… I have a mate. I can’t.”

Aden felt as if someone had hollowed out his insides.

He swallowed, finding it hard to do so. The words left his mouth. “…Okay.”

Kipko took a step back, turning slightly in the direction of the village’s lights on the horizon. She rubbed her eyes again, her hands coming up wet. “I’m sorry.”

And with that, she was gone.

He stood there. He didn’t know what to do. His cheeks felt wet, but there was no rain. He stared at the stars above and felt as if every single one of them were watching. He collapsed back into the dirt. He tried not to cry, but the tears came anyway. He curled into a ball, his forehead meeting his knees. He didn’t know what to do now. His fingers dug into his legs and he shook. He let out a cry, muffled by his own body, but none were around to hear it. He was alone.

He once again stood, wet streaks on his face. He stared at the sky. “Is this what you want?” He didn’t know who he was talking to. “I… Have I strayed from the teachings enough? Is this punishment?” He stretched his arms to the sky, as if he was pleading with some malevolent, cosmic deity. “I’m a… A good person!”

But even as he said it, he knew it was a lie. The part of his mind that was his biggest critic pointed out the obvious. Slaying other people of the Earth. Enabling and encouraging women to commit adultery against their proper husbands and mates. Theft. Espionage.

He wiped his face to no avail. The tears came anyway. “…But I try.”

That, however, faced no argument from his critical self.

He lowered his arms, facing the sky in its uncaring vastness. “And… Isn’t that enough?”

He was silent. He let himself fall to the ground again. He felt hollow inside again. Despite all his efforts, he let his own flaws guide him toward doing ill. He’d uprooted at least two women from their proper mates, stolen various trinkets and supplies, and even slain a handful of wolfen for doing nothing more than their duties as warriors. He had tried to do good, even with this, but now?

Now he felt empty. None of it worked. It was all a lie he told himself to keep doing it.

Maybe Kingo was right when he told him that Aden was only making excuses for his own habits.

He stared at the sky, knees tucked against his chest, chin resting on his knees, staring at the sky in quiet, somber contemplation.

His ears perked at the sound of rapid footsteps from behind.

He stood up and turned.

Kipko collided with him at speed. Their arms unthinkingly went to embrace the other, their lips meeting, eyes stained and cheeks wet. Aden held tight, and Kip just as much. They separated after a long, long few moments, staring at the other, panting from the sudden burst of energy.

She spoke. “Take me with you.”

Aden’s hand found hers. The both of them squeezed. “Come on, let’s go before they find us!”

They spared only a few minutes to don their clothes once more before taking off at a run, in the opposite direction of the growing number village lights. Would they look for the two of them, attempting to find their missing girl? Probably.

Let them come.