The First Hellhound

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“Are you ready for the main course?” Asks Pola, as we cuddle in the afterglow of our orgasms. I bite my lip, at the same time excited and anxious. I feel my partner giving me small kisses to my neck; I close my eyes and moan, slightly. I grab her head and kiss her; my enthusiasm enough of an answer. She embraces me back, our tongues, bodies and Auras intertwine. I feel arousal course through my veins – and I know it’s the same for her.

“I desire it” I say after our mouths separate. “I desire you. But…” I point to my nethers, where my half-flaccid dick is struggling to rise. “I think I need a bit more of the… appetizer.”

My remark solicits a coquettish smile out of the Foxwoman; there’s also a playful spark in her eye. She looks around and stands up, holding my hand. She pulls me, forcing me to move up, and leads me to the side, close to the cliff; the bottom surprisingly level and shallow. She then urges me to sit on a relatively flat rock. I comply, understanding what she has in her mind and anticipating what comes next.

As I thought, Lisitha squats in front of me. She grabs my cock, jerking it slightly, and looks me in the eyes as she slowly moves her face closer to my pecker; I can already feel it begins to harden. My partner has a playful grin and keeps constant eye contact as she kisses the tip of my dick and proceeds to lick the shaft from top to the base and back; I moan in response. She continues stimulating my raising penis with her hand, tongue and lips; finally, she puts it in her mouth.

A completely new universe of sensations opens for me, as Pola gradually slides more and more of my cock into her muzzle; I had no idea that this anatomical feature would be so useful in a blowjob. Not to mention that the Foxwoman knows what she’s doing – and how to maximize the pleasure I feel. To be honest, I’ve never understood the appeal of a fellatio, but I think can see it now. There is something thrilling and immersly intimate with entrusting one’s dong to someone else; besides, turns out it can feel amazing when performed by somebody good at it – and the Lisitha is fantastic. Every move of her tongue, every bob of her head – and a combination of the two, working in unison – brings me closer and closer to the peak; and then, she suddenly stops.

I look at her in confusion, my thoughts clouded by lust; I can only whimper in need. The Lisitha chuckles at that and starts teasing me, giving me small kisses on my penis on the way down, followed by a lick from base to the tip. Every touch causes eruption of pleasure fill my Aura, sending shivers of ecstasy to the very core of my being – and then she pauses, leaving me on the verge of release.

“You know, Kora” her voice is barely comprehensible to me. “I see you are ready and rearing to go, but” she says with a smirk. “There is a certain area we haven’t paid much attention to yet” I cannot think straight, nor can I speak coherently, so I yelp with inquiry in response. She smiles, slyly and lustfully, and licks my rod from tip to the bottom – and continues beyond, to my vagina.

“Yeeesshhh!” I shout, no longer able to stop myself from grabbing her head and pulling it closer. My partner reacts by licking my muff with fervour – going as far as to sticking her tongue inside. That, along with continuous handjob she gives, makes me abandon most of my self-control and I grab her – with every limb available – and push her head into my nethers. She brings her other hand to my vagina and starts fingering me. That finally pushes me over the edge and I cum, spraying my girlcum straight into Pola’s hungry maw and my boycum all over her head, her back and my own legs and arms. I can feel the energy connecting our Auras going into a haywire, intensifying my own orgasm further, and causing sexy vixen to come as well, even if less intensly.

After what feels like an eternity of bliss, I release my partner and collapse on my back, feeling satisfied. The rock isn’t the most comfortable bed, but at least my head and shoulders are on some grass or moss; I’ve no idea which one, nor do I care. I look up to the Moon, a thin crescent in the sky. It’s barely visible, especially considering constant, cold light released by nearby Moonberries. I’m a bit disappointed that there is only one – like on Earth. And a single Sun. I bet that the calendar is also somehow identical. I’ll have to ask Pola…

Suddenly, my post-coital musings are interrupted when something envelops my still cumming dick; nigh immediately I recognize Lisitha’s mouth. I don’t have much time for thinking, as I am still sensitive; I moan again, as my partner starts caressing my pussy too. But as surprising as her blowjob was, it ends as abruptly; I look at my partner to see her out of water, advancing towards me. She’s smiling mischievously, licking my cum dripping from her mouth and head. I open my mouth, wanting to apologize for that, but she’s faster and kisses me. I taste my own load, of both types – it’s weird and salty, but not in unpleasant way; it also tells me I’m not currently fertile, nor pregnant, but very virile – which, in all honesty, is quite a bizarre thing to know about oneself. It doesn’t last long, though, as the Foxwoman stands up, breaking our contact.

“Do you like your own taste?” She asks playfully. “I guess it’s hard to say with no comparison” she says, straddling me. Her dripping pussy is right above me, her smell arousing; I can feel my cock starts hardening for the third time tonight. “I certainly like it” she says, licking her lips suggestively. “Too bad I’m not fertile tonight. Maybe in the future. Gods know we need a strong new generation” I stiffen a bit at her mention of childbearing; I cannot wrap my head around the concept of conceiving a child with, basically, a stranger. “But some fun is always welcome” Pola doesn’t allow my mind to wander for long, however. “We are not finished just yet” she continues, sitting on my face. “We both need to be prepared for the main event – so start licking!”

I don’t need to be told twice and comply with enthusiasm. Double so as I taste her; I had expected it to be similar to me, but it is quite different – and much better. There’s a certain sweetness to her juices I did not taste in mine – not that I’m complaining about it; if anything it makes me more willing to go down on her. I also know that she is neither expecting, nor ovulating, like she said; the thought about contraception in this world passed my mind, but it seems that – at least for Beastkin – a lick is apparently all one needs to know for sure. Or is it? Are there plants that prevent fertilization, spells that stop fetus from developing, monsters that have body parts that can be used as condoms? All those questions pass through my head, but I shelve them for later; right now there is a pussy that needs eating in front of me – so that’s what I do.

I had no idea that being on the opposite end of sexual attention can be so fun and exciting. The only stimulus I have – outside from Pola’s smell and taste – is her tail sometimes brushing my nipples as it is wagging in bliss. Still, I can feel my penis rising, in accordance to the pleasure my partner feels; a part of it rubs off of me, after all. I wonder how giving a cunnilingus would feel under normal circumstances, not under the Aura-enhancing influence of Moonberries. But that’s not important now, I remind myself and focus on the vagina in front of me.

It is no surprise that I’m not very good at oral sex; it’s my first time, after all. However, my partner gives me so many useful pointers, that my inexperience is not an issue; I wonder how many others did she teach bedskills to. She seems to have a lot of practice – with both men and women it seems. It comes in handy now – I know I am improving thanks to her. With my hands too – as she guided them from her sides to her breasts; I’m massaging her nipples slowly, sensually – as she told and showed me earlier. I can feel she’s getting closer and closer, with every movement of my tongue.

Alas, when I sense she is nearing her limit, she stops me abruptly, pulls my hands away and stands up. I look at her quizzically, to which she smiles. “You are learning fast and I wish we can continue in the future. But for tonight” she starts walking away, back into the water with her hips swaying suggestively and her tail undulating seductively. “We have one thing left to do” she says as she reaches the cliff, leans on it and spreads her soaked, hungry pussy. “Come and get it!”

It’s as if a switch in my mind was hit. I spring up and run up to her, splashing water all around. It’s good that it’s here, since in my tunnel vision I rammed straight into Pola; I would have pushed her into the stone if my momentum wasn’t slightly arrested by the liquid. Nonetheless I am right behind her, embracing her and immersing myself in her fragrance; she moans in response. I dry hump her, since I cannot find my way to her vagina – my cock always slips. Only when she grabs it to guide it manually am I able to hit the mark.

I enter her ravenous folds with momentum, filling her nigh instantly; we both moan in unison, our Auras and pleasure united. She is warm, moist and welcoming. Her muscles grip and massage the entire length of my shaft. I stop moving, lost in the feeling; at least until the Lisitha starts shaking her hips – which causes a plethora of new sensations to enter my mind. I hear her say something, but I cannot register what – all I feel is the connection of our coupling and bliss it creates. By pure instinct I start moving in a to and fro motion; even more waves of concentrated delight enter my overwhelmed mind. And it grows with my every thrust – until I cannot bear it any longer; in one sweep move I lift my partner up, slamming the entire length of my dick, knot and everything, inside her; then I feel my third orgasm, painting the walls of her womb white, as we scream in unison.

I sit down, spent, panting, exhausted, happy. Pola grabs my face and kisses me, as if to thank me. We sit there in the water, enjoying our intimacy in silence for a few moments. “Thank you” I break it, as soon as my breathing and emotions stabilize. “That was fantastic.”

She leans on me and I embrace her. “I should thank you too. You were great – especially considering it was your first time” she smiles coquettishly. “You won’t be able to drive off all the potential mates if you continue learning so fast!” I blush at that – I know she is promiscuous, but am I? I had

a fantasy of group sex not that long ago, so…

But before I can answer her, Pola continues. “I’ve been craving it for so long, but Nugund…” She sighs. “I worry about him. He hasn’t even touched himself since the beginning of our journey. It’s not healthy.”

“What?!" I ask, stupified. "What is not healthy?”

“Suppressing your desires” she sighs again. “If you are hungry or thirsty, you can wait for a few hours, even days; the same with sleeping. But if you do it for too long… you will only bring harm to yourself.”

“Don’t people die if they stop drinking for, like, 3 days or something?” I ask with a frown. Are folks here build differently?

“Not necessarily, no” answers Pola to my shock. “Well… It’s complicated – it is often true, but most people can use their Aura to survive longer. Still – it alters them permanently, in a very negative way; that’s not how Aura should be used” she shakes her head. “It’s similar with sexual tension. If not relieved, cum will accumulate inside the body and start rotting, poisoning the mind and soul!” she suddenly gets agitated. “It’s unnatural to prevent fulfilling any of the natural desires! The worst ideas always come from those who willingly subject themselves to such suffering. And Dwarves even made a religion out of this! Demon worshippers, all of them slaving tyrants!” She says with a spat. I am overwhelmed by intensity of her disgust.

“Is there… a bad blood between Beastkin and Dwarves?”

“A bad blood between Beastkin and Dwarves?! Ha!” Pola exclaims with fervour. “There is bad blood between Dwarves and everyone else!”