Yet he was not a fox, most certainly, who would take without giving and, well, he had nothing, so far, to indicate that she was, perhaps, as interested in him as he was in her. Except, maybe the slide of her hips over to his, eyes bright and her lips tugging up on the side closest to him in the mere ghost of a smile – not quite one that she permitted to spread fully across her lips. Her nostrils puckered with breath, chest rising and falling more quickly, and Xander, a mere stud fox at heart, could not resist leaning across to her, nose brushing the curve of her sweetly dished cheek as she giggled and turned her face away as if taken by a sudden burst of shyness.
He was not so fooled, however, slinking a bold arm around her waist as she laughed and played at pushing him off, eyes dancing with mirth and good humour, almost as if she was daring him to go further still.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” She demanded playfully, poking him in the chest even as she shifted in closer, a shiver running through her body, deliciously so. “You can’t just go grabbing any filly you like, you know! Got to have some manners, even though you’re a fox…”
Ah, but Xander was a fox who had already worked out just what she was out there and hungry for, her tail barely concealing the scent of a mare very much in need. Of course, the flicking of the long, luscious hairs only seemed to serve to fan her aroma in his direction even more, drawing his attention down to the sweet rise of her breasts that could not be ignored, not even in her smart jacket. But she welcomed the brush of his lips, soft but confident, against her neck, rolling her chin up and back as a moan tickled her own lips, Jaimie’s eyelids fluttering as she whuffled gently, almost losing sense of herself as the dominant fox took the lead that, maybe, she’d been aching for all along.
She’d been lucky that Xander was the one that she’d come across in the forest, a vulpine who was receptive to a little fun, something that was sadly lacking during the spring months, everyone else too busy working on their bikini body to even hold any sense of confidence and enjoyment in the body that they currently had. It was unlike her to go out in search of someone else, a like-minded soul at least in part, but everything had come together so sweetly that it was truly as if another force or higher power was up there and out there looking out for her, ensuring that the two of them would meet if only so that their breeding lust could, at last, be sated.
The mare moaned as he slipped her jacket back from her shoulders, the article of clothing falling to the deck as if it had surely been meant to be there all along. It was too easy for her to lift her breasts to his lips too, Xander eagerly lipping at and suckling at her nipples through the comparatively thin fabric of her T-shirt and brassiere, not chosen for the occasion but, well, they would join her jacket soon enough, so she was hardly going to worry about something like that. No, it was far, far more pleasurable to let go of any shivering inhibitions that may have been holding her back even then and lean back onto the deck, allowing Xander to tug off her hoof-boots (just something that horses with natural hooves wore instead of traditional shoes or trainers) and begin peeling her jeans slowly down her long, thick legs. There was a lot of her to go around and she languished in the moment, the sun warming her from the outside as her coat and markings were revealed, bare from the waist down but for her periwinkle blue panties, something that showed off her form without actively ‘saying’ that she went out to get herself some fun, as her girlfriends would so often put it after a few cocktails. Although she rarely drank herself, she was hardly going to begrudge them a few drinks and liquid confidence on a night out but she found that she didn’t need any such liquid lubricant when she was confident in her choice and her passion, her path to be bred laid out before her.
Of course, she knew what it felt like to be in season, the rippling warmth that made her want to shove her paws up between her legs over and over again in lieu of a partner. It was a craving that came from deep in the pit of her belly that, unfortunately, only a male and his seed could satisfy, desire curling up over and over again until she felt simply as if she could bear it no longer. Xander did not pause to slip off her T-shirt for her though as he eagerly sought out the source of the heat that drove Jaimie near mad with desire, out there in search of something erotic and desperate, pushing his nose up between her legs as she softly twisted her fingers into the thicker fur atop his head.
“Oh…”
But words were not needed between them as their bodies rose and fell together, his tongue pushing sweetly into her pussy even as his hard-on threatened to (over-exaggeratingly) push right through the front of his jeans. Xander was just as bad as Jaimie, if it could even be called ‘bad’ at all, and wanted her just as much, blood pumping for the scent of a mare who was primed to be bred and so very sorely wanted it too. If that wasn’t enough, her thick, tart taste clung to the roof of his mouth, driving him to lap languidly over his muzzle, savouring the very essence of her before diving back in for another round, her folds parting around his tongue as he drove it in, welcoming and surrounding him with her warm softness.
Everything about the sweet mare radiated a soft sense of femininity but that wasn’t what drew him into her honey-pot, tongue curling up against her clit as he teased pleasure expertly from her. Xander had never before left a partner unsatisfied – or, at least, not without trying his very best for them – although he was more in tune with gentlefurs of late: a mare would be a challenge that he was all too eager to take on. Still, it was easy to read the hump and grind of her body as she rocked up against him, thighs seeming to try to close around his head but hooves scrabbling too badly on the smoothly worn boards of the jetty to actually gain any sense of purchase. And so she was pleasantly forced to submit to the sweet lap of his tongue as he took her paw in his and squeezed it gently, her fingers intertwining with his in a sense of stringent urgency that set his heart racing in the very best of ways.
“Oh… Xander, I…”
And yet Jaimie herself struggled to get out any of the words that she so very desperately needed to say – she couldn’t expect him to simply know and to do all of the work, surely? He was sweet and she wanted nothing more than to hold him close and feel the hardness of his shaft, however he was packing, pressing up into her body, as good and deep as he could possibly thrust. It didn’t matter that they had never laid eyes on one another before that day, only that they were both amenable to the sweetness of the breeding season, the time of year where everyone, if falling prey to more desirable, baser instincts, should have been head over heels for one another: truly ‘twitter-pated’, if she was to put it that way. All she needed was what he had to offer her and where was the sense in not enjoying herself – particularly when the fox well enough seemed to be boasting an exceptionally talented tongue?
Head swimming with lust, Jaimie rolled her head from one shoulder to the other, huffing heavily for breath that didn’t seem to want to come as her mane clung to her neck right at the base, damp with curls of sweat. The cool day, despite the sunshine, had no effect on her anymore and she moaned as his tongue curled up within her, probing for that oh so very sensitive patch of nerves up within her pussy that would send stars exploding behind any lowered eyelids. It was all she could do to worm her way out of her T-shirt before he got that far, relishing the sense of being so exposed in the open air, the light ripple and burble of water lapping around the edges of the jetty soothing even as she arched up into the brush of his tongue.
Xander huffed against her sex, hips wriggling as he tried to push his tongue deeper still, need getting the better of him as he moaned against her warmth, his world narrowing to that of her thighs and the heated softness of her sex. It was strange how she drew him in so but it seemed that he simply could not stop once he had begun, ears splaying as he drove his tongue in, paws curled around her thighs as far as he could get them with his fingertips only very gently digging in. It was the hardness of his cock in his pants, however, that made his head spin the most, need crashing into the desire to please, as much as he tried to think of the gorgeous mare before him and her alone.
It was hopeless. Regardless of what he did, he could not stop himself from reaching down, paw moving slowly but surely as if in the semblance of a dream where he was not in control of his own actions. And then his belt was unbuckled, the zip of his jeans sliding down, every little motion and action catching his attention in stark, desperate definition as he moaned against her and, finally, freed his aching cock into the open air.
A strange length, it was blue at the tapered tip, shaped for those of the vulpine persuasion especially, with a darker, more purple-like base. Of course, he had the usual knot that foxes were known for too but it would only swell to its full, satisfying size at the point of orgasm and, regardless of how hot Jaimie was, he just wasn’t quite there yet. But he barely got his jeans down far enough to free his shaft, boxer-briefs tight around his thighs as he tried to move them apart enough to, well, move, before he was pushing over her, her legs going back and back and back. Tucking the back of her knees into the crook of his arms, he panted over her, giving her a slightly embarrassed look – but the mare only took it as a compliment that he simply could not resist her, gently stroking his muzzle as their eyes met and the tip of his shaft pressed up to her sex.
