FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Your efforts are futile, mortal" the jackal-like figure growled as he tossed aside the metal scraps in his hand. Khamira still held onto the hilt of her curved sword, more out of reflex than anything. Well, formerly curved sword. Now it was just a hilt and a steel stump. She backed up as the two-legged, humanoid jackal slowly walked towards her. His calm demeanor did not indicate for a split-second that he felt threat or urgency. Khamira could understand why. After all, he had just caught her blade and broken it to pieces like a dried-out reed. Finally, she dropped the scraps of her weapon, turned on her heels and ran. The door where she came in was closed, but there were other doorways, and the human simply dashed into the first. "Mortals. The first thing after your weapons fail is turn tail and run. Face me with dignity, or has your kind none!?" She could hear him calling after her, but paid him little mind. Deeper into the temple she ran.

Until she came to a dead end. A nearly-empty room with only a few pieces of stone furniture and no other exits. "Your flight ends here, trespasser." She hadn't even heard the jackal move, and yet, he towered in the doorway. The creature was nearly twice as tall as her, and the fact that he was nearly naked only accentuated the aura of sheer power radiating from him. His entire body was covered in midnight-black fur, while his eyes shone with a golden light. His arms and legs were bare save for ornate bracers and greaves, showing off the muscles rippling through them, and his loincloth only underlined his powerful thighs. The only thing he wore on his upper body was a golden, decorative shoulder-armor, revealing the landscape of his muscled pecs and rippling abs. All in all, he looked like an idealized monument come to life.

And yet, he moved silent as the wind. Remarkable.

She slowly backed up against the wall, one hand behind her back as he cornered her. "I shall put an end to you transgression, mortal. It escapes me what you hoped to achieve here, but..." She had pulled something from behind her back. "What is..." His eyes narrowed. "Give me that!" Anger filled his voice as he reached out to her, but Khamira was faster. The human woman sidestepped his hands, then lunged forward.

"Agh!" The jackal stumbled back, a a sound of surprise leaving his throat. The jackal stared down at himself, eyes fixed on the straight dagger-handle sticking out of him just below his right pectoral. The handle was a simple thing, save for the red gem at the center. A soft golden glow emanated from where the weapon had penetrated into his body. With a disbelieving look, he reached up to grab the handle with his comparatively massive paws. He pulled, but the blade wouldn't budge. He tried a few more times, but it was well and truly stuck. Gasping, he turned his gaze towards her. "How...how did you come into possession of such a weapon?" He coughed, looking quite befuddled at the action. "Never before have I...What is this weakness I feel?"

Khamira sighed in relief. It had worked, and it seemed like any sign of aggression had drained from the jackal. "It is the final weakness, Honored One. Do you know what that means?" He huffed in exasperation. "I shall now claim what is yours, Great One, as the time you have left is limited." Despite everything, she remained respectful as she began to disrobe under the gaze of the jackal still clutching his chest. While he had not been breathing at all before, now his chest was rising quite heavily.

"You realize this will have repercussions. An act such as you committed can not be easily forgiven."

"I know. But it is neither yours to forgive, nor yours to punish, for you do not have the right for either anymore." Now naked, the human walked towards him and ran her fingers through the soft fur of his belly, and his toned abs. Her head was at eye level with them, and she took the opportunity to press it against his muscles and inhale deeply. "You smell simply divine, Honored one. Even untold time alone in this temple could not change that."

He simply let her do as she pleased. He knew that in being bested by her, he had surrendered any dominion over her. Laying hands on her now would be an affront almost as bad as what she had done to him, and he would not stoop to her level. "The compliments of a mortal hhhf are wasted on me" he gasped.

"Perhaps you should try to enjoy this more, Honored One" she replied as her hands busied themselves with his loincloth. "I may be a mortal, but this is your last opportunity. Would you not want your final moments to be pleasant ones?"

The jackal grunted, but had to give in. "Your words bear wisdom, as much as it may displease me. I can make no promises, but if you are as skilled in the womanly arts as in luring me into self-confidence, I may enjoy myself." His loincloth fell to the ground as it was undone, revealing his malehood. Like the rest of him, it looked like it was crafted by a master artisan. Two perfectly round, turgid balls covered in short black fur were adorned by a similarly black sheath, the fuzzy tube short, but heavy. A speck of red was peeking from it while a tuft of fluffy pubic fur crowned the entire thing, only emphasizing his masculine strength.

The jackal widened his stance to allow her easier access, and Khamira grabbed two handfuls of his balls and snuggled her face into the side of his groin, inhaling deeply. "Your musk is simply delightful, Honored One. Any mortal man could only dream of smelling this...strong, this alluring."

"It is only natural mortals find the scent of my kind...attractive" he huffed, looking down at the wound between his fingers. "What...what is this dull feeling? Like a consuming emptiness where you struck me."

"Pain, as your kind feels it. You are blessed by not experiencing it the same way mine does." She took a moment to ruffle his pubic fur. "Your musk seems to collect here. As if this patch of fur acted like reservoir for your masculinity. I'm glad you have such a...mortal quirk of hair growth."

"Forgive me if I fail to appreciate it in the same way you do-" the jackal said with a strained voice "-for you are currently not experiencing pain for the first time in your existence."

"Though it does not seem to impede your lust" the woman replied as she watched the speck of red from his sheath grow into the tapered tip of a canine penis. Despite the jackal not having a heartbeat, his spire grew in steady, rhythmic throbs. She took the ruby-red tip in her mouth to suckle it while her hands returned to his sack. The two orbs in the laden pouch were hard like steel, and felt just as heavy. She could barely lift them with both hands. Her tastebuds were assaulted by the taste of pure, unfiltered male, and when she was rewarded with the first spurt of of pre, she had to gag at the sheer intensity of it.

The jackal could not prevent a slight smile from creeping onto his muzzle. "Letting your greed-hhh- become your downfall would be rather-_hhh-_ironic, mortal" he wheezed amusedly.

She coughed to clear her throat. "How long have you been saving up your essence for, Honored One? Decades? Centuries?" Khamira resumed her attentions to his malehood, though she took care not to accidentally lap up any more of his pre-seed. Instead, she used one hand to rub his tip, catch any further spurts and simply smear them into the fur above his groin. Her mouth in the meantime traced kisses up and down his red obelisk, and over his balls. The male's panting started to grow louder and louder, and not just because of her attention. His lifeforce was increasingly fading away.

She only took notice of that when a shiver ran through his muscular thighs and didn't stop. "I'm...I'm afraid I can't remain standing...much longer" he panted out. She looked around for a moment, then motioned to one of the stone chairs in the room. It was nothing special, simply a stone slab with a cutout to sit in. The jackal stumbled over to it and practically crashed into it as he sat down. One hand was still clutching the weapon lodged into him as if it could stop the light from seeping out of him, the other simply hung lazily over the armrest. He kept his leg spread for her, his sack resting heavily on the cool stone.

It was an image like a painting, the jackal's powerful body lounging on the chair, perfectly put on display. His powerful muscles still shone through his fur despite his weakness, and this heavy, throbbing cock rested against the valley of his abs, bathing them in pre. Only now Khamira realized how large his member was, easily as long as her forearm and potentially even girthier. She climbed up into his lap, straddling him, letting his cock rub against her backside. She would not ride it, not yet. Not while this perfect simulacrum of a male had not received the praise it deserved.

Her hands traced the muscles on his front, one by one, appreciating their power, their hardness. She ran them along his arms as well, squeezing his bicep and finding it not budging an inch. Once more, she pressed her nose against his fur, between his pecs this time, and inhaled deeply. "Such a body..." she mused. "A temple in it's own right. Much more impressive than this" -she gestured around the room- "temple. Much more worthy of worship."

"And yet, you see it fit to destroy it" the jackal sighed woefully, gazing down at his light-leaking wound. Death had never been more than a concept to him - something that happened to mortals, something he could only ever ponder about, not something he could actually experience. And yet, here he was, mortally injured, confronted with his own mortality.

"I will not be denied my desires, not by you, Honored One, nor by anybody else" she shrugged. "Sometimes sacrifices have to be made."

"And that sacrifice hhh is me. The greed of morta-" She silenced by pressing her human lips to his canine ones. At first, she simply kissed his maw until he opened it and recuperated her. Khamira could tell he was inexperienced in it, his tongue clumsy against hers, and his fading life was certainly not helping. "I can appreciate your reverence for me but-" he gave a rattling breath "-I fear I have not much time left." He could not prevent a note of pleading creeping into his voice.

"Very well then" she said, lifting her rear and planting the entrance of her feminine mound on the tip of his penis. "I have come to carry your legacy, so let us ensure you pass it on before you lose the ability to do so." Then, she lowered herself, starting to sheathe his member inside her. She had to bite her lip to not moan out too loudly. He was well-endowed to begin with, but with their difference in size as well, she was incredibly tight. His eyes, the golden light in them having grown weaker, fluttered as she fit herself around his member like a warm glove.

"A s-stolen legacy-" the jackal murmured "t-taken by force...So tight!" He hissed the last words. He would not have thought that a mortal's cunt could feel so good, but the knowledge that this was his last time - his last chance to enjoy it - stirred previously unknown feelings in him. The human slowly moved up and down his obelisk, taking a bit more of him with every journey downwards. When she managed to take about half of him she reached for the arm of his that wasn't pressed against his chest. He gave her an as confused look as he could muster as she grabbed his hand.

"Touch me" she simply said. His hand felt as heavy to him as it probably felt to her, but together they managed to lift it from the armrest and put it onto her chest. His paw appeared massive on her - the palm covered the entire right side of her chest. He had his fingers hooked over her shoulder, to prevent his hand from simply slipping off due to his lack of strength, while his thumb reached far enough to touch her other breast. Absent-mindedly, he kneaded her flesh while his thumb drew circles over her nipple. His breathing had grown very ragged at this point, a heavy rattle leaving his throat each time. His eyes, barely glowing, were little more than slits under his heavy eyelids.

"Please, hurry....please...please..." His voice was barely a whisper. Worry crept over Khamira. If he expired before releasing his load, all her efforts would be for naught. She redoubled her efforts, sliding the lower portions of his member into her. She was almost all the way down when she bumped against a round blockage. "Knot...knot...please...knot..." The jackal had shed practically any dignity he had left at this point, pleading, begging the mortal woman. How could she have forgotten the canine knot. While it would be possible to bring him to his peak like this, knotting herself to his spire would be much faster. Also, she did not want to disappoint him with half-measures - and fail to fulfill what sounded like his final wish.

Grinding her vaginal lips against the pulsing bulb, she tried to wrap herself over it, but it seemed like a futile effort. It did not help that his member was so large - he had already breached into her womb, and its showed a visible outline from under her skin. However, she was not one to give up easily. Again and again she pressed herself against his knot, harder and harder, trying to force it in. She could feel his member starting to pulse against her inner walls, heralding his release.

_Not yet, not yet..._she recited in her head, and then it happened. His member suddenly twitched, and something wet splashed against her innermost chamber. It was neither thick nor copious enough to be seed, merely another splash of pre, but it was shot out with enough force to veritably punch her in the gut. "Akh!" she gasped and lost her footing for a moment. The jackal was lodged too deep into her for her to topple backwards, so she fell the only possible direction.

Down. Straight onto that ball of flesh.

"Hnnnnng!" A long grunt escaped her as the pull of gravity did what she had not managed on her own. Her entrance stretched wider and wider, until at long last, it slipped the entirety of the knot into her. "Gaaaaaah!" she screamed as the feeling of being stretched this much immediately brought her to her peak. She could practically feel every bit of the surface of the canine member inside her, so tightly she was squeezing down.

When she came came down from her high, she looked into his almost-dull eyes. "It is in!" she gasped in elation. His knot forced her nethers apart, pressing them against the insides of her thighs. The shape of his flesh was perfectly visible through her impossibly stretched body "Bestow you gift upon me, oh Honored One! Grant me your essence!" He did not respond, not with voice at least. His balls merely lurched powerful in their sack, then she felt it.

The first shot if his essence hit her with enough force to instantly bring her to another orgasm. The second one filled out her womb, just slightly swelling her belly up. The third and fourth added to the swell, covering up the shape of his obelisk with sloshing seed. Strained croaks, grunts and gasps escaped the jackal as he rode out his orgasm.

Together, they remained in their lover's embrace for several minutes, Khamira's stomach steadily swelling up, soon resembling an advanced pregnancy. Still, his flood would not abate, and she could feel his essence starting to strain against the seal of his knot. Eventually, it gave in, and white essence splattered loudly over his sack against the front of the chair and tiles of the floor.

She felt him squeeze her shoulder. Looking at his face, she saw his eyes closed shut, but an expression of canine bliss plastering his face. His lower jaw quivered, and he rasped out: "Thus I...consign myself...to oblivion..."

His grip on her shoulder grew slack, and his arm slid off her shoulder. His head followed suite, rolling lifelessly to the side. She leaned forward to plant a kiss on his cheek "Sleep now, Honored One. You've earned it." His balls were still releasing their load, even if most of it now spilled out of her. Her womb was brimming with jackal-seed, filled to the point of overflow, but she did not try to pull off - she too much enjoyed the feeling his trapped, throbbing jackal-hood inside her to end it early.

It took some effort to lodge herself off his knot when his flood had ended, but she was thoroughly lubricated, so she managed without too much issue. She stumbled back as she pulled off of him, her legs still being rather weak, and the new weight in her womb unbalancing her. Still, he had been successful. She collected her discarded clothes and prepared to leave, but she gave one last look at the jackal.

It was an image that would forever burn itself into Khamira's mind. No artist would ever be able to capture it, or even produce something greater. The jackal sat on a simple stone chair, and yet, his simple presence, if lifeless, made it appear like a throne. The gem in the dagger in his side had turned from red to black, it's power lost, but it was still the most prominent of his adornments - after all it was clear that this little thing was what had ended his existence.

His cock, still firm, had fallen against his belly, resting against his muscles. Still, clear fluid oozed from the tip, soaking into his fur and running down the crevices between his abs. The insides of his legs, as well as his footpaws were covered in a mass of thick, virile seed - there was even a pool of it on the ground around his feet, the white fluid covering the tiles of the floor. His head, slack and limp, rested against his muscled shoulder, an expression of satisfaction on his face. He looked peaceful, content.

Khamira bit her lip as a shudder ran through her body. She would cherish this image forever. Then, she turned to the doorway and left, carrying the prize in her womb with her.