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Here's part 4 of the expedition series, where we finally get to the full moon hunt. As always, feel free to comment below.

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The moon hung low, a pale circle that cast ghostly light across the tundra. The snow shined like some sort of dream, outlining the band of figures I was a part of as we marched across the snow. The cold wind stung my exposed face, with flakes of ice quickly melting on my skin. The white, powdery frost beneath my boots crunched with every step, drowning out the soft sounds of the others' footsteps. Occasionally one of the snow leopards in the group would look back at me, either curious or annoyed. All of them wore white-dyed hunting tunics, along with at least one quiver of arrows and a simple bow. None of them needed heavy boots or coats, and none of them spoke, leaving my crunching footsteps to fill the silence.

A soft, furred paw clasped my gloved left hand, and I looked to my side to see Nialla warmly gazing back at me. Her yellow eyes carried the cozy warmth of all our time together, and as we locked eyes I felt the sting of the icy air dull to almost nothing. My paranoid doubts and worries dissolved like frost on a hot summer morning, replaced by fond memories of intimate moments. I remembered the time when we'd first found out we loved one another, how we went at it like animals before cuddling together in the firelight. Nothing could touch us then, and that same feeling of cozy invincibility bled into the present. We walked on with hand in paw, oblivious to the few strange looks we were getting.

Before long, we had made it to the Shrine of the Hunter, a sacred place at the base of a large, somewhat mysterious chunk of ice. An immense sculpture loomed overhead, chipped away from the ice by primitive tools over years. I could tell from the outline that it was supposed to be a snow leopard warrior, holding out a vertical spear with the butt on the ground. Most of the details were missing, though, reminding me a bit of the modern art museum back home. Beneath the statue was a stone altar on a raised platform which doubled as a podium. As the line of leopards began congealing into a crowd, I saw the head shaman Dierro climb the stairs to the altar. I could have sworn he leveled a glare at me from atop the platform his eyes burning with a rage that was either fatherly or xenophobic. He then turned to the gathered crowd in general, raising his paws towards the starry night sky with the palms upward.

“My children," he began, using what little divine magic he could muster to amplify his voice. “Tonight is the hunt of the full moon. For some of you, it is your first. For others, it is your hundredth. Regardless of how many times we participate, we must remember why we do this: to honor the gods. True, it grants us sustenance for the rest of the month, but it also serves as a way to give thanks to Rei-noheziim, the prince of the hunt. The gods watch over us all, and in turn we must-" I tuned out of his god-praising speech to look at some of the other leopards in the crowd. A few older males toward the front looked like they were listening to the pope, while their mates seemed to just want to get it over with. The younger leopards seemed to be far less enraptured, and I noticed that the younger they were, the less they seemed to care. A few of the teenagers were sniggering among themselves, and the few cubs in attendance were playing around in the snow.

“And now, let us all say a prayer to Rei-noheziim, so that this hunt may be truly blessed." My attention snapped back to the altar, and I knew what to do next. I pulled a single arrow from my quiver, the one I knew had a head of shining obsidian and a tail of blessed feathers, the one I'd made mere hours ago, pointing it at the sky alongside many others of the tribe. Those who were less familiar with the ritual gradually followed suit, and as soon as everyone had their specially made arrows out I began the prayer.

“Bless us, prince of the hunt, that we might practice your holy art. Tonight we seek to hone our skills, to provide for our kin, and to teach our children." I spoke the words in in the snow leopard's language, my imperfect accent blending in with the voices around me. “O Rei-noheziim, grant us your strength; guide our feet that they might be swift, guide our arrows that they might strike true, and guide our knives that they might cut deep." I took my arrow and plunged it point first into the snow, kneeling as I did so. “Let this arrow be payment, that you might hunt forever in the stars above." I looked around to see everyone else doing the same, and once our part of the ritual was done we all looked to the altar.

After a moment of silence, Dierro gave the final words. “With your blessings upon us, let this moonlit hunt commence!" As soon as those last words were spoken, the spell of solemn tradition seemed to shatter. A few of the older leopards immediately set out, but everyone else begun chatting amongst themselves. Nialla and I took off toward the edge of the crowd, hoping to get a bit of quiet for ourselves.

“So I was thinking we could go down by the valley, over by the twin trees. It's pretty secluded, well lit by moonlight, and there's plenty to hunt." Nialla idly twirled an arrow in her paw, spinning it back and forth between her digits.

“Sure, that sounds pretty good. Maybe we could-"

“Percy Williams! I'd like to speak to you!" I turned to see Dierro moving toward me through the crowd, the gathered leopards parting quickly at his presence. He quickly stalked over to me, taking me by the arm and leading me away.

“Father, what are you doing?" Nialla grabbed his shoulder, causing him to turn around without releasing me. He broke into a smile as he spoke, putting on an air of fatherly charm.

“Well, I just wanted to wish Percy here good luck, and maybe teach him some basic rites for when he starts making kills. Don't worry, he'll be back in no time, you go on ahead without him." Nialla looked suspicious at first, but gradually turned to leave us.

“I'll meet you by the twin trees, okay?" She sounded almost a bit nervous, like leaving me alone with her dad was a bad idea. It probably was, but I didn't think he'd do anything too insane while there was a crowd around.

“Yeah, I'll be there." Dierro led me deeper into the crowd, clutching my hand in a paw that seemed less friendly the further we got from Nialla. Eventually we came to a stop, right where few leopards would notice us. “So, head shaman, what is it that-"

My voice died in my throat as he whirled on me, drawing something from his belt as he pulled me close. He was almost hugging me, with one arm around my shoulders and his mouth next to my ear. “I know what you are, you charlatan. I've seen your type, I know how you manipulate and deceive, tricking everyone into thinking you care, leaving broken hearts and promises in your wake." I felt something hard and pointy press into my crotch, and terror swept over me as I realized his ritual dagger was missing from its sheath. “If you so much as lay a finger on my daughter, I will gladly feed you your own manhood in a stew. Are we clear?"

“Y-y-yes sir." I could feel him twisting the knife, and knew that with just a few pounds of pressure he could slide the blade straight into my groin. If I was lucky, he'd hit an artery and I'd bleed out into the snow. If I wasn't, well, any of my relationships in the future would be strictly celibate.

“Good. I'm glad we have an understanding." He finally released me, slipping his knife back into his belt as swiftly as he'd pulled it out. He went back to the whole fatherly grin, patting me on the shoulder like he hadn't just threatened me with genital mutilation. I got away from him as fast as I could, making a beeline for where I thought Nialla was going.

After a few minutes of fast walking, I caught back up with her, panting slightly as I returned to her side. She again took my hand in her paw, giving me some comfort in the frigid night. “So, what did my father have to say?"

I was conflicted; I didn't want to tell her that her father had just threatened me, but on the other hand it was pretty damn important for her to know. After a moment of thought, I settled on a middle ground. “Nialla, I… well… I think we need to stop seeing each other."

I expected her to react with sorrow or rage, but instead she stopped and turned to face me fully with a concerned look on her face. “Why, Percy, what's wrong?"

“Well, your dad, uh…"

“What did he say to you?" She got closer to me, taking my face in her paws. “Percy, what did he say? You know I won't think any less of you for it." A surge of courage washed over me as I stared into her yellow eyes, and I resolved to tell her the truth.

“He threatened to castrate me if I so much as touched you. I think he also said something about eating my own parts as well."

Her eyes went wide with shock. “He did WHAT?"

“I said he threatened to-"

“Oh gods, why'd you curse me with this father?" She turned to me with anger in her eyes, anger that was directed at her father. “I knew he would be overprotective, but this? It's like his fatherly instincts mixed with his dislike of humans to turn him into a monster! I can't believe he'd say something like that, how could he be so blind to my own wishes?" She paced back and forth, gesturing wildly in the air. “I just… I can't… ARRRRRGH! Why can't he just let me be happy?"

I tenitavely spoke up. “So, do you agree we should stay apart, or…"

When she stopped pacing and turned back to me, her eyes exuded fiery determination. “No, we don't want him thinking his scare tactics will work. I need to talk with him, but until then we shouldn't leave each other's side. If he wants you, he'll have to go through me." Her anger then seemed to dissipate a bit, replaced by steely resolve. “For now, let's just enjoy the hunt. We can deal with my father in the morning."

We trudged on through the snow side by side, taking a few shots at some rabbits along the way. Nialla managed to nail two through the eye, while I just barely caught one after hitting it in the leg. Nialla helped me give it a quick death her hunting knife, and we added it to our shared game sack. Eventually we made it to the twin trees, and we were both relieved to see that no one else had gotten there first. The two of us quietly began hunting together, following tracks, marking burrows, and putting arrows through anything we saw hopping through the snow. I was at quite the disadvantage, given my terrible low-light vision, my blunt sense of smell, and the heavy boots I wore, but Nialla did her best to help me out. After about an hour of hunting we had caught quite the haul, but something at the back of my mind troubled me.

I tried to sort through the swirling thoughts in my head, finally settling on something to talk about. “Hey, Nialla?"

She turned face me, her pleasant expression gradually turning to concern. “What is it, Percy?"

“Well, I… uh…" Doubt held my tongue, and fear tied up my limbs. Would asking her change things, make things worse? Would she reel in disgust? Would she suddenly realize that all she felt for me was a simple lusting, something that couldn't be built up beyond sex? I wasn't sure how I managed to blurt my question out, but I did: “Do you think we'd ever get married?"

Confusion warped her expression. “What do you mean?"

“I mean if we could take this thing further, or should, or could, or maybe just acknowledge that it isn't going to get that far." I thought I sounded like a rambling madman, and tried to make some sense of my emotions. “What I mean is… would you marry me?" No, no, stupid, that's not what I-

“Really?" She dropped her bow to the ground, taking both my hands in her paws like we were already at the altar. “Would you actually… marry me?" She stared into my eyes, and I saw that what I'd said had unearthed something special, a silent longing suppressed by doubt.

“Well, I, ah… I…" She was inches from me, her soft fur gently rippling in the wind. Did she actually want to marry me? Right now? Would it work? Where would we get married? In a church? In my hometown? Out here in the snow, with her tribe? Would we-

“WOOOOLVES!" The tension of the moment was shattered by a loud panicked cry, and as we looked for the source we saw a leopard standing atop a far off ridge of snow. “WOOOooolv-" He quickly collapsed, falling into the snow like he'd been suddenly put to sleep. Nialla graves her bow out of the snow, and before I could react she had an arrow knocked and drawn.

“Get behind me, Percy!" I was almost paralyzed with confusion and panic, but managed to convince my legs to move behind her. A long howl broke into the night, followed by another. I tried to put the facts together and figure out what was going on. Maybe a pack of wolves? No, there weren't any in this area, there was just… the wolf tribes. I dropped my bow, rummaging around in my pockets until I pulled out my old pocket revolver. I'd hoped I wouldn't need it, but those howls dashed my hopes to pieces.

Suddenly a figure appeared over the same ridge the leopard had come from, hopping down into the snow with a spear in its hand. It only took a few steps before Nialla loosed an arrow, skewering it through the heart. As it fell to the ground coughing up blood, I realized it was a bipedal wolf clad in a black tunic and scant armor made from metal scales. I had only heard bits and pieces about the wolf tribe, but the dying creature fit the description of one of their slavers.

Three more wolves came hopping over the ridge, followed by a figure in a flowing robe. The first took an arrow to the eye, and the second went down with a pierced thigh, but by the time Nialla knocked a third arrow the third wolf was right on top of us. I raised my own weapon, and before it could attack the wolf jerked backward as the pistol thundered. It just stood there for a moment, in awe at the new hole oozing blood from its chest, until Nialla stabbed it in the throat with an arrow.

As the final wolf fell, the hooded figure raised its arm, and what sounded like chains shot forward towards me. Before I could react I was tied up, with cold metal links digging into my flesh. I couldn't move an inch, and when the chains yanked me back toward the figure. I was utterly helpless. I watched four more wolves descend on Nialla, forcing her back and keeping her away from me long enough for me to reach the figure. She had her hunting knife out, and managed to slash one of them across the throat before roasting another with a magical blast of fire. I was somehow turned over by the chains, and looked up to see the wolf in the robes looking down at me in contempt. It was quite obviously a she, with pure white fur marked with red dyes in swirling patterns. She was easily over six feet tall, and effortlessly picked me up with one hand. She then slung me over her shoulder and began jogging away from the twin trees giving me a view of Nialla's fight with the wolves. I tried struggling, but the chains only dug deeper into me. Something small stabbed into my thigh, and I found my senses going foggy as my consciousness began to fade. The last thing I saw was Nialla barely fighting off the two remaining wolves, almost failing to parry a spear thrust aimed at her heart. She met my gaze, letting out a mournful cry as my mind at last sliped way.

When I next woke, I was on a cot of some kind, sprawled on some rough blankets like I'd fallen on them drunk. I could feel that my heavy winter gear was gone, replaced by nothing more than a simple loincloth that barely covered my shame. A limp pillow was thoughtfully tucked under my head, however, and I began wondering how I'd gotten there.

I sat up, scanning around to see I was in some sort of prison, or at the very least that was what it looked like. The walls were cold stone, stuck together with no small amount of mortar and decorated with patches of frantic scratchings. There were a few more cots, but only one looked at all lived in, mostly because there was a white furred bipedal fox sitting on it. A wooden door reinforced with metal adorned one wall, with a small slit that would be at eye level if I were six and a half feet tall, and another on the ground that was quite a bit larger. Going along with the prison mentality, I guessed one was for looking into the room and the other was for serving food. There wasn't much else in the room besides a primitive wooden toilet that was little more than a hole in the ground, as well as a tin wash basin on a wooden stand. With the room properly surveyed, I turned my attention to the fox.

The fox was looking at me intently, so I decided he must have answers. I tried asking him in the snow leopard language “Where am I? How did I get here?"

The fox chuckled a bit, swinging his legs back and forth oCG the edge of his cot. He too was wearing little more than a loincloth, and as he swung his legs off the bed and stood up I saw he was maybe four feet tall, four and a half if I was being generous. “You don't remember?" he said in a mocking tone. “Well, then again she had you drugged up pretty good when she dragged you in here." He spoke the snow leopard's tongue as well, with a perfect accent that put my own to shame.

“What? Why was I drugged, who…" The memories suddenly came flooding back, of the wolf attack, of being wrapped in chains, of being helpless as the wolf with dyed fur carried me off. I remembered the pained look on Nialla's face as I was dragged away, and I knew she would have done anything to have saved me if she could have. The pure hopelessness of the moment flooded into the present, almost stunning me. “Oh god…"

The fox threw his arms wide in a tah-dah motion. “I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you're now the property of Delsha Markokken, the famed Witch of the South." A sardonic grin broke across his face, but it quickly vanished as I broke into tears. My mind was a swirling maelstrom of anxiety, sorrow, and fear, with so many thoughts pulling me in so many directions, all of them combining to take me over the edge. I was a slave, that much I could process, but the uncertainty of it was what really got to me. I didn't know if I would ever see home again, if I'd ever see Nialla, if I'd ever see another human again. Would I be stuck licking the feet of wolves for the rest of my life, treated like an animal and eventually broken? Were they going to whip me? Brand me? Do horrid things to take away my very humanity? How long would I last, how long until I was little more than a husk who couldn't think on his own? I'd be killed as soon as I got sick or hurt, as soon as I'd become useless, then I'd be dumped in a ditch without a second thought. My parents would never even know I was dead, and I wouldn't get any recognition beyond the bleached bones I'd leave behind, fed to the rats, or even worse, the wolves. I could see myself trussed up like a pig, cooked on a spit and seasoned to perfection. Maybe they wouldn't wait for me to die, maybe they'd just roast me alive. Maybe they wouldn't even cook me, and would rip me apart as I screamed and thrashed. Maybe-

My train of thought was stopped by the sensation of paws kneading into my back. They went right to the edge of my shoulder blades, massaging out the tense knots that had formed there. It was somewhat comforting, and the paws pressed into my skin with a lover's tender care. Some delusionally optimistic corner of my brain thought Nialla had somehow come to save me, but the truth was far more mundane. I looked up from my cupped hands to see the fox was no longer standing in front of me, and I heard his voice right beside my ear. “Don't worry, it's gonna be fine. It's all going to be fine. Being a slave isn't nearly as bad as it sounds."

I stood up, turning around and glaring at him. “How can you say that? I could spend the rest of my life here, stuck as a servant!"

I could see an idea working its way into his mind, and he patted the bed where I'd just been sitting. “I think I know something that will take your mind off things."

“What do you mean, take my mind off things? What are you going to do?" Given how he'd given me a back rub without even asking, I was sure he'd try something weird.

The fox let out a small sigh. “Just… trust me. I guarantee it'll help." He moved to the foot of the cot, again patting the sheets to get me to lay down.

I was suspicious as hell, but I didn't have much else to do in this prison. I slowly laid down on the cot once again, eyeing the fox as my head came to rest on the pillow. He began moving towards me, and I thought he might be trying some kind of massage until his hand sneaked under my loincloth.

“What the hell are you doing?" I shouted, scrambling away from him. I had half a mind to give him a solid kick to the jaw, but something held me back.

He looked up at me confused, like I was somehow. overreacting to a complete stranger trying to grope me. “Relax, I'm not going to bite it or anything. I just wanted to help you unwind a bit."

“I don't even know you! I just woke up after being kidnaped a few minutes ago, and now you're trying to touch me!"

The fox looked disheartened for a moment, but quickly perked himself back up. “Well, I'm Jheri. And you are?"

I ignored his question, asking one of my own instead. “Why would you think I even want any… favors… from you?"

He broke into a chiding grin. “Oh come now, don't tell me you've never wanted to experiment. I just want to help you relax a bit, that's all." My mind pulled up images of my time in college, of that one time in the dorm. It was spontaneous, strange, and a tad awkward, but oh was it fun. My dorm mate Kevin had just been so receptive, and the things he did… the way he'd looked at me that night reminded me immensely of the fox sitting in front of me. Some perverse piece of my mind began ogling the fox's body, admiring his lithe, almost feminine physique. His fur looked so soft, reminding me of having Nialla pressed close and cozily against me. I could see he had a hard on through his loincloth, his tail swayed back and forth playfully… and with just a bit of imagination I could imagine the feeling of his soft, warm mouth wrapped around my cock.

Lust began to fog up my common sense, and against my better judgement I lay back down. “Alright, but nothing too weird. I don't want your finger up my ass, and if you try it you're done. Got it?"

“Fair enough." He flipped back my loincloth, revealing my semi, erect penis. He started to stroke it, but stopped after a few seconds. “You know, if you've got someone special, you could try closing your eyes and imagine they're doing it. I've heard it helps with the whole 'stranger danger' thing."

I took his advice, closing my eyes as he continued stroking and playing with my cock. I tried to picture Nialla as the one playing with my junk, but his paws were too small to be hers, and he acted like he'd done this a million times. I instead just focused on the feeling of friction as he rubbed. His right paw was quickly moving up and down the shaft, while his left was fondling my scrotum. He certainly knew what he was doing, moving just fast enough to build up tension without seeming in a rush. One digit from his ball cupping paw went down a bit to the space between my genitals and my anus, stroking gently without getting too rough. After a minute or two of his gentle teasing I was stiff as a board, and after a slight pause I felt his soft, warm tongue on the tip of my cock.

He started off by licking all the way down the shaft a few times, his hot drool slathering me and turning me on quit a bit. Once he had it all lubed up, he switched to suckling on the tip while jerking me off with his paw. His soft, gentle suckling made me want more, but the handjob he was giving me kept me sated. For a while he simply alternated between licking and suckling, sliding his soft tongue along my length before using it to lick the very tip. The whole sensation was super arousing, and before long I was leaking little drops of precum as I got closer to the edge. He happily lapped them up, making a contented “mmmm" noise like he was enjoying a five star meal.

After a minute or two he began repositioning himself, and I was about to ask him what he was doing when he took my entire dick in his mouth. My member was engulfed in a cozy warmth, which combined with his slimy saliva to make it all the more pleasurable. His snout was pretty short, and with a start I realized the head of my cock was actually down his throat. I could feel him swallowing on the tip, and the muscle motion of his throat squeezed and pulled like a hand. His tongue kept on sliding along the shaft, almost jerking me off as it slid and curled. Once he had it all the way in he began bobbing up and down, providing wonderful friction and a great deal of stimulation.

I felt myself getting close, and in order to get him to bob just a bit faster I put a single hand on the back of his head. He gladly complied, eagerly following my commands as I neared the point of no return. I pushed him faster and faster, deeper and deeper, until finally I hit my limit. Without thinking I pushed his head down while thrusting upward with my hips, shoving my member deep into his throat. As I began shooting ropes of cum into his esophagus, I felt him struggling against me, and while he gagged his throat muscles almost seemed to milk me, making me cum even longer and harder. Eventually I came back to my senses, and realized with a start he was choking.

As soon as my hand left the back of his neck he sat up sputtering, trying to get a breath of fresh air and swallow my load of cum at the same time. Eventually he managed to get it all down, wiping his muzzle with the back of his hand. I was worried I'd screwed it up, and apologized profusely for making him gag on my dick. “I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I just-"

He silenced me with one upraised paw as a smile spread across his face. “It's alright, you must've just really liked it. If you're worried about me, don't be, I've choked on plenty of cocks." He propped his chin up on one paw, using the other to idly play with my member. “Now, if you're up for a bit more, we can take this to the next level."

“What do you-" Before I could finish my sentence he had his loincloth tossed aside, and he got on all fours with his rump towards me. His tail was raised over his back, revealing a cute little pink hole above a white furred scrotum and a little red cock hanging down. He looked back at me, curling one digit in a beckoning gesture, his eyes full of primal lust. I quickly got the picture, and I had to admit he did look pretty cute. I could imagine pounding his feminine frame into the ground, dominating him like the slave he was. The thought definitely aroused me, but it would be a little while before I could get hard again. Despite this I still got into position behind him and slid off my own loincloth, taking his ass cheeks in my hands.

“You're gonna want to lube me up first, big guy. There's a small bottle of ointment under my bedding, use that on both of us." I quickly got off the cot, finding and grabbing the opaque glass bottle before heading back to Jheri. I popped the cork off and poured some of the slippery liquid into my palm, then made sure to get the whole length of my shaft coated. I was already starting to get hard again as I rubbed the lubricant along my length, and before long I was rock hard once again. Once I was done with myself, I hesitated a bit, unsure of how to continue.

“So how do I… you know…"

“Just use two fingers and stick them in, make sure you get plenty in there." I got my fingers covered in the lube, then hesitantly began spreading it on the outside of his little puckered hole. I could feel him squeezing a bit, flexing in preparation for what came next. When I finally did stick my fingers inside, he clenched down reflexively before relaxing, and as I pushed deeper he let out a small grunt. It was incredibly tight inside him and almost cozily warm, with strong muscles that could make it even tighter. Part of me wondered how he'd react when I finally stuck it in. Would he grunt? Moan? Scream in agony? I tried to remember how Kevin had reacted, but he wasn't nearly as small as Jheri. I finally felt like he was sufficiently slippery down there, and I pulled out my fingers with a slurping sound. He seemed to brace himself, pushing back with his hips as he raised his tail in invitation.

I got ready to push my way inside, lining up my crotch with his and brushing his tight hole with my cock. Before I pushed in proper, he gave me a few words of advice: “Take it slow, don't slam it in." I gently pressed into him, feeling him try to relax as I got the head in. I felt a sort of popping sensation as I went inside, and Jheri let out a low groan. It was quite slick inside him with all the lube, and I was able to get the next two inches in without a problem. He then let out a pained gasp, and I stopped immediately.

“Are you okay? Should I stop?" I worried I was too big for him, and that I should pull out before I did actual damage.

“Just… give me a second. I haven't taken anything as big as you in a while." He flexed and adjusted, gradually growing used to my size. “I need a moment to get used to it is all." He then motioned for me to continue, and I pressed further into his rectum. He was really warm on the inside and unbelievably tight, especially as his muscles pulsed around me. Once I got most of my length inside him, he let out a small moan. “Oh, fuck you're huge. Something tells me I'm going to have trouble walking when you're done with me." He looked back at me with an amorous smirk, which combined with the dirty talk got me incredibly eager. At last I got all the way in, feeling my crotch press against his soft, furry cheeks.

I could feel him squeezing all along my length, his muscles blissfully tight against my member. As I pulled out a bit he let out another soft moan, this one most definitely from pleasure. I slowly started moving back and forth, the slick lube making it so much easier. His insides were so cozy, so snug, like it was somehow my rightful place. He moaned for me to go faster and I gladly obliged, moving to full on humping against him. The friction was so intense it just drove me up the wall, making me move faster and faster to get more of that amazing sensation. Before long my balls were rhythmically slapping against his rump, my whole body slamming into him with each thrust. He moaned deliriously as I continued, pounding into him without mercy. I grabbed him by the base of his tail, using it as leverage in my relentless assault. A small part of me worried that I was being too rough, that I should maybe ease up, but his loud moans of pleasure put my fears to rest. He was trying to speak, but all he could muster was a few disjointed sentences. “Urrrgh… oh gods, ah! So… mmmmph… full…"

I looked down to see myself hammering into him, my cock pumping in and out right beneath his tail. I was getting close, but in my lusty haze I got an idea. I snuck one hand under his hips, grabbing his warm little cock in one hand. He already was leaking out a few drops of precum, and as I started stroking him in time to my thrusts he let out a long groan of appreciation. We were both tensing up, getting ready for the climax of our encounter. Jheri came first, spurting his seed onto the sheets as he groaned and muttered a few words of thanks. He didn't cum nearly as much as I normally did, but he seemed to get caught up in ecstacy quite a bit longer. I reached my breaking point while he was still cumming, and unloaded a good helping of jizz into his bowels. I felt him squeezing, squirming, begging me for more, and I gladly gave it to him as his insides almost milked me. I didn't know how much of my seed I'd pumped inside him, but I knew it would take quite a while to get back out.

Once we had both finished, I sort of flopped onto my side, bringing Jheri with me into a spooning position. I was still inside him, surrounded by tight muscle and hot, slimy seed. We both just lay there for a minute, relaxing in each other's post-coital glow. It was then that thoughts began worming their way into my mind, thoughts about Nialla. I hadn't even thought about her during my frenzied session of buggering, and now an air of guilt swept in. I'd just cheated on her with a total stranger, someone I'd just met less than an hour ago. How could I be so selfish? And here I was thinking I could marry her, that we could spend our lives together. What a fool I was.

Suddenly another part of my mind chimed in, claiming I was justified in my actions. I'd been dragged off to a strange place, and this fox had more or less pressured me into sex with him. It was a weak proposition, but it was enough to let me rest soundly. For now, I'd just have to focus on the day to day stuff, and I could deal with any drama or complications once I wasn't a slave to some wolf witch.

I felt Jheri pull away from me, causing my member to slide out of him with a satisfying squelch. He grabbed a bunch of rags off of his bed, tossing a few to me while he cleaned himself up. I sat up and began cleaning myself up as well, wiping lube and cum off my shaft before setting the rag aside.

“So, do you want to go again?" Jheri was looking at me with hope in his eyes, and I realized he was looking for more than just a quick fuck. Part of me protested, claiming I shouldn't be screwing a stranger like this, but my more bestial side of carnal pleasure won over.

“Sure, get over here so I can peg you some more." I don't know how long we spent rutting like animals, but I guessed it was at least a few hours. By the time we were done, Jheri had passed out, and I was getting pretty sleepy myself. I cuddled up beside him on my cot, feeling his soft, cum-splattered fur press against my bare skin. Instead of dreaming of the horrors I might endure as a slave, I imagined a nice picnic on a sunny field, with Nialla on one side of me and Jheri on the other.

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