A gift from my village (2nd variation) {hurts so good}
Story by Ramses on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description.
The path running up the hill had been fairly steep, so I was winded by the time I got to the top. Waiting for me, at the top of that steep hill, was a small bench. This was the point of no return, I knew. I paused for a moment, getting my breath back, and I asked myself - go forward, or go back down the hill?
Go forward. Of course. I had to. Yes, I was doing this for my village - if anyone had asked, I would've said, "I'm doing this for my village." But, honestly, I was really doing this for myself.
I took off my clothes, and discovered that my hands were shaking a little. Who wouldn't be nervous? I certainly was. Nervous, but also excited. Anyway, I neatly stacked my shoes and clothes on top of the small bench, and I started walking through the cool grass. There were tall trees reaching up to the cloudless sky, and up ahead I could see a small cabin.
The dog was stretched out on the grass, in front of the cabin. As I approached, he slowly stood up and stared at me. He was beautiful, and he looked like a typical Rottweiler - his fur was black, except for his muzzle and the bottom halves of his legs (which were tan). There were two tan dots on his forehead, one above each eye. There was also a patch of tan on his chest. His wide nose was black, and had large nostrils. His ears were triangle-shaped, and large. Like I said, he seemed like a typical Rottweiler. But then I looked into his eyes, and saw . . . intelligence. Human intelligence? More than human? More than canine, certainly.
Let him see that you're naked. The old man had told me that, but now it seemed like a stupid thing to say. Of course I was naked - and of course, the dog could easily see that, without even trying to. I assumed he wasn't blind or anything. The old man had also told me to raise my hands - just a bit - at my sides, to show I wasn't carrying any weapons. That, too, seemed obvious. Clearly, I wasn't holding anything. I wasn't carrying any kind of gift - because I was the gift.
The Rottweiler stared at me for a moment, with his head cocked to the side. Then he walked over and cautiously began to sniff me. First, he sniffed at my hands, then he turned his attention to my crotch. His nose nearly brushed against my pubic hair, and then my penis (which twitched a bit). He looked up at me, and I thought about how I was mostly doing this for myself.
Yes, yes, the little village, sure. There was that. The elders of the village had their beliefs. Those beliefs had been passed down from one generation to the next generation. So it had been for centuries. If, once a year, one person from the village made themselves into a gift for the guardian . . . well, that ensured peace and prosperity for the year to come. If I was really doing this for myself - not for the village - would that somehow ruin this whole thing? On the other hand, every year someone went up the hill, and every year the village flourished. Who knew what was truth, and what was legend, or story.
Ultimately, it didn't matter. This was something I really wanted to do, and so . . . I was going to do it.
If the dog accepted me.
After all, he was _up there, on top of the hill. Whether or not he was actually the guardian, whether or not the whole thing was just a story - whether or not the gift actually ensured peace and prosperity (maybe the whole thing was just a coincidence) - did any of it matter? The dog _was there, I was there, and I wanted this. I wanted him.
As I thought my thoughts, I realized the dog was standing still, looking at me, with his head once again cocked to the side. Then, he slowly started walking, making a slow circle around me. What was he - oh - was he . . . inspecting me? He walked around me, circling, three times. The he gave out a short, sharp bark, and stopped circling.
I knelt down on the grass, reaching out a hand (which had stopped shaking) to stroke the fur on his chest. Slowly, slowly, I moved my hand to his side. I caressed his fur for a bit, then gently, slowly slid my hand down to his stomach, then towards his sheath. As my hand got closer, he leaned forward and licked my face. God, his tongue felt amazing - and his warm breath was so sweet, so clean. A dog's breath can be so overpowering - and not in a good way - but this Rottweiler's breath smelled amazing.
He was a big, muscular, beautiful dog. And, warm, too. His body heat just radiated outwards. I moved over to his side, still on my knees - and I once again reached out for his sheath. I ran my fingers over it - wow, this was actually happening, I almost couldn't believe it - I had my hand on the dog's furry sheath, I gently squeezed it, and I cupped his balls. I moved my face in, and began sniffing around. His musk filled my nostrils, and it was intoxicating. I sniffed his plump testicles, his firm, meaty sheath. The pink tip of his dick began to slide out, and my own dick once again started twitching. I quickly ran a finger over that pink tip. Almost holding my breath (I was nervous - how would the dog react?), I moved in even closer and ran my tongue over it. He reacted by not reacting - he stood perfectly still, as if waiting to see what I'd do. As more of his penis came out, I slid my tongue along his sheath, and then his balls. Taking my time, I sucked each testicle, loving how they felt in my mouth. Most of the big dog's penis was out now, except for the knot. I wondered if he'd want to move right to the "main event," or if we could do something else first - because I really wanted that long, thick Rottweiler cock in my mouth.
There was only one way to find out.
I flopped down, on to my left side, and reached up with my right hand. It was a bit awkward, and I didn't have much space between dog stomach and ground, but I was able to grab that wonderful, pulsating penis and guide it toward my mouth. The dog seemed to be enjoying the attention, but he wasn't thrusting or pumping - not yet, anyway. I was getting so turned on by the combination of musk and the taste of his cock, as I began licking the tip, then taking it into my mouth . . . . then slowly, gently I started working my way down the shaft. It was thicker than I expected, and I wasn't sure how much I could fit in my mouth. That was when the Rottweiler pulled back, and started shifting his position. I could see what he was trying to do, so I stretched out on my back, and propped myself up on my elbows. Soon, the dog had me completely underneath him, with two legs on either side of me, and his warm dick right in my face.
Again, I took him in my mouth - and this time, he started thrusting, Pumping. He was soon panting, and thrusting faster, as he filled my mouth. My jaws were soon stretched as far open as they could be. At first, I moved with him, as he pumped, trying my best to slide up and down the shaft, running my tongue everywhere it could go. Eventually, I simply held my head still, and kept my jaws open as his warm, thick meat slammed into the back of my throat. A steady stream of pre cum drizzled out, and I drank it down greedily.
And then . . . suddenly . . . he withdrew his cock . . . and walked backwards a few paces. His dick throbbed, pre still coming out. He was panting, tongue lolling out, and he was looking at me with a question in his eyes. I nodded my head. Quickly - growing more nervous but also more turned on - I positioned myself on all fours. I looked back, over my shoulder, as the Rottweiler came up and sniffed at my backside.
Suddenly, his tongue began licking my hole. I had never experienced something like that before, and it felt so good I almost came right there. My dick was now completely rigid, pulsating. The dog kept licking. Soon, his tongue was probing deep inside me, and oh god, it felt . . . almost too good. You know? The pleasure was so intense, I thought I might explode.
And then his long tongue slid out, and he mounted me. Yes, I thought, oh yes. This was it. I'd been accepted, and now I was his. This was what I'd wanted.
With his front paws on my lower back, the Rottweiler thrust forward and his dog dick pressed against my hole. I briefly wondered if I might have to use a hand to guide him in - but, no, he had no problem finding his way. The tip of his meaty cock was soon inside me, and I gasped from the pleasure. There wasn't much pain, but I knew there'd most likely be some later on. Keeping his paws where they were, he slowly penetrated me, his warm cock sliding in, inch by inch, until nearly all of it was in. It did start to hurt a little, and my hole was certainly stretched open further than it had ever been - but the feeling of his thick, canine dick inside me was turning me on more than I'd ever been turned on. My entire body was pulsing, not just my penis. I was light-headed, and all my nerves tingled.
I'd only been with one man. Duke, the blacksmith's son, would bend me over a hay bale or something, and fuck the shit out of me. Sex with him was always rough, always fast - and always incredibly hot. Duke would spank my ass with his hand while he fucked me, and grip me painfully tight with his other hand, and he would just shove his meat in, and fuck me with loud grunts and fast thrusts.
Sex with the Rottweiler was - at first - more gentle. Slower. I know that might sound weird. Duke would fuck me like a wild animal that hadn't had sex in years. This dog, however, was taking his time - at first. Only at first, I should point out, when he first started penetrating me. Once most of the dog's cock was inside me, he started humping, slowly - he began thrusting, sliding his dick in and out as he started to fuck me - he went slowly at first, like I said, talking his time.
And . . . then he started to speed up. As he continued to fuck me, he started to go faster, and then faster, as his paws moved over to my sides and his panting got heavier. Soon, he sped up even more, thrusting faster and faster, and his paws dug in to my sides in an incredibly strong grip, his nails almost penetrating my skin. As the fucking got faster, and I got more and more accustomed to having that Rottie cock in my ass, my pleasure went up and up. Sex with this beautiful dog got hotter and hotter the longer it went on.
I felt his muzzle on my back. His tongue licked me, his wide nose inhaled my aromas. His body heat poured into me. His fur was incredibly warm, but it was more than that - his entire body, every individual part of it, seemed to radiate heat. Everything about getting fucked by this dog was turning me on - the feel of his fur, the sound (and smell) of his breath, the drops of saliva coming down on me, the thrusting and pumping of his hips as he slammed his dick in and out of me. Even the weight of him turned me on - god, yes, the weight of him, the way it felt to have him on top of me as I knelt there on the grass - as I supported the weight of him, with his thick Rottweiler chest, and his thick neck, and his strong legs.
And then he started to fuck me just a bit faster - he'd already sped up quite a bit, and I didn't know there was _another _speed he could get to. It was amazing, and so hot. I wondered if he was ready to come, if that was why he'd sped up even more, his massive doggy cock ramming into my ass.
I was very close to having my own orgasm, when I felt his knot pushing at my hole. I barely had time to marvel at the sheer size of the thing, when . . . suddenly . . . it was inside me, full on, all the way in - shoved in rudely, quickly. His knot was warm, and the feeling of it inside me was hot. It felt so good. Don't get me wrong - it hurt, too. It hurt fiercely. I'm not one of those - I mean - as far as I know - I'm not someone who gets off on pain (not that there's anything wrong with that). But this pain, this specific pain - _this _turned me on. And, yeah, I always got turned on when Duke, the blacksmith's son, smacked my ass - so maybe I like pain a little bit - but that smacking only happened while he was fucking me, so, there was other stuff going on.
Anyway, _this _pain - the pain of having that doggy knot shoved in made me almost black out, sure, but it also felt so incredibly good. So sexy, and so right.
With a loud cry, I came - my spunk shot out, like bullets, my entire body stiffened, my eyes rolled back in my head. All of my nerves were singing.
And then he came, his intense orgasm rocking him. His paws moved up, to my shoulders, where they dug in. His claws punctured my skin. His thick body was tight against me, his stomach firmly pressed into my back. And even though we were already smushed together, it felt like he was trying to pull me closer to him - while also trying to get himself further into me. At the same time, he gripped my neck in his jaws, and his warm doggy slobber washed over me. I loved the feel of that, too. I had the taste of his pre in my mouth, and the heady smell of his musk in my nose. His dick was inside me, and his claws had penetrated my skin. His sexy fur was rubbing on me, his muzzle was pressed firmly against my neck - and now his warm breath and his slobber were right there soaking into my skin. It was like I was tasting and feeling everything this dog had, every part of him - every fluid, every smell, every touch, every sensation. Plus, I guess - I dunno - I guess I felt like the dog was marking me in some way - claiming me? owning me? - it wasn't just the grip of his paws, the muzzle on my neck, his canine dick inside me - it also felt like he was using his musk, his fluids, as a way to mark me as his. To own me. I dunno. Probably, that was just how I saw it. Not that it matters - it was how I felt, and it felt hot, and sexy.
As the dog's orgasm continued, his balls pressed against my ass - and, man, I loved how that felt. His hot semen shot out, into me, filling me up - it sprayed and sprayed, for a long time, and as his orgasm went on, he continued to hold me tight. The feel of him at that moment - his weight, his fur, his heat, his teeth and tongue on my neck, his paws gripping me, his furry body pressed tight up against me - almost made me come again.
And then he collapsed, sagged forward, as his orgasm ended. I didn't think he could possibly get more entwined with my body, but he did. His warm dog dick was still in me. Panting, he lifted his head from my neck, so that his tongue could hang loose. Neither of us in any kind of hurry, we waited for his knot to return to normal size. It took a while, which was fine with me. When the knot eventually slid free, he slowly pulled out, and the two of us flopped down to the ground, spent, happy. I was covered in my own sweat (with some shed fur mingled in it), I had blood on my shoulders, and I had warm doggy spunk still oozing out of me. I felt great. I felt sore, and my ass ached, but I felt great. And I was happy. Happier than I'd even been.
I knew that before long, I'd have to make my way back to my clothes, and the path going down the hill, and the village. But all of that could wait.