This is a sequel to my alternate history NonCon story "Poaching a Kitsune", and I recommend reading that first for background. This chapter still has fairly heavy non-consent elements, but the story shifts in the next chapter. This is basically a transition from the tone of Poaching into the new tone I'm planning for this story.
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I slept like a rock, the mountain air and the day's exertion leaving me exhausted. When I woke up, my erection was pleasantly trapped between Chiyo's thighs. The sleeping bag was nicely warm with two bodies producing heat, warding off the morning chill. I was tempted to just start fucking her again right there in her sleep, but the call of nature was more important at the moment. I unzipped the bag and slipped out, shivering in the chill morning air. Chiyo shivered as the cold air hit her, twisting in her sleep; I tucked the bag around her and headed behind a tree to relieve myself.
I tugged my jacket on over my bare chest, regretting the loss of my shirt to serve as bandages. I really should have brought a first aid kit; stupid to assume that she would be able to heal herself with her magic without researching more thoroughly. Socks and boots were next, then a trip to the stream to splash some water on my face. Not as good as coffee, but ice cold mountain spring water is pretty effective when you want to thoroughly wake yourself up.
I packed up the campsite then shook Chiyo awake, releasing her from her restraints. She was shivering with the cold and her leg was hurting pretty badly. I let her stay in the sleeping bag while we ate breakfast. She'd learned her lesson the night before and choked down her energy bar without complaint. I ended up giving her my jacket; carrying her and the rest of my stuff would work me into a pretty good sweat.
I was tempted to abandon the sleeping bag; the interior was stained with fluids from when I'd fucked her the night before, and I had a better one at home. But I already had enough guilt about leaving the traps behind and I decided against anymore littering. It took a little bit of experimenting to find a way to carry everything, but I eventually managed to get things balanced and set out.
It was about four miles to my bike, fortunately mostly downhill. It took most of the morning; I had to stop for rest breaks frequently. I tried having Chiyo hobble along beside me for short stretches; she struggled along as best she could, but was clearly in pain. I gave up and went back to carrying her.
We finally reached the trail head where I'd left my motorcycle. I set Chiyo and my gear down and collapsed into the grass, panting as I stared up at the scattered clouds. Once my lungs stopped burning, I sat up and dug out some more energy bars for lunch. We finished off my water bottle and I took my jacket back from Chiyo as the day had warmed up with the sun. She'd been quiet during the hike; I guessed she was trying to come to terms with the loss of her freedom.
With the goal of getting down the mountain accomplished, I felt my libido returning as I looked at her sitting there naked. I strapped the saddlebags and my day pack onto my bike then walked over and sat beside her, tugging my cock out of my pants. I guided her head down and had her lick me hard, then positioned her on all fours.
I knelt behind her and went to work with my tongue, getting her pussy ready for my cock. I played with her asshole a little too; my tongue teasing her rosebud, her tails twitching against my face as she trembled at the unfamiliar sensation. Once she was nice and slick, lubrication dripping down her thighs, I got into position and slid my cock into her. It was a little easier than the night before, but she was still exquisitely tight, her pussy gripping my cock like a glove.
Chiyo grunted as I pushed into her, her muscles tensed as her cunt stretched around a cock for the third time in her life. Coming at her from behind, I was able to penetrate deeper than before, the head of my cock bumping against her cervix. I rubbed her back, letting her adjust. "How does this feel, Chiyo? Do you like having my cock touching the entrance to your womb?"
"It feels scary, Master. You're stretching me out so much. But it feels good too; I'm all warm and tingly."
I found her clit with my fingers and began to tease it. "It'll feel even better when I start moving. Do you want me to fuck you, little fox?"
Chiyo gasped and trembled, her hips bucking backward involuntarily. I took it as a yes and began to fuck her, one hand holding her hip, the other underneath her, rubbing her little pleasure nub.
Her tails twitched as I hit her cervix with each thrust, the tips brushing against my stomach. She got her first orgasm a few minutes in, head thrown back, yipping as her cunt spasmed around me. I eased off her clit but kept fucking her through it.
My hand was already soaked with her juices, so I went ahead and slid my thumb into her asshole. She yelped and tried to twist away, but my hand on her hip kept her in place. She shuddered and came again, harder, and this time I joined her.
I dropped back to sit on my heels, enjoying the sight of my cum dripping out of her open cunt to fall on the grass. Chiyo knelt gasping, her limbs trembling, then shakily turned around and bent to lick my cock clean. I stroked her hair. "Good girl; you remembered what I told you. I'll get you a treat later as a reward."
She nodded her head to indicate she'd heard me but kept her focus on her task. Once she was done I helped her to her feet and brought her over to sit behind me on my bike. She was still dripping cum, but I liked the thought of making her lick the leather seat clean later.
I had her clasp her hands around my waist and cuffed them together. Part of that was continued vigilance against an escape attempt, most of it was because I didn't want her panicking and trying to jump off once my F-K started moving - if she'd never talked to a human before I trapped her, she'd obviously never ridden a motorcycle either. Chiyo yelped in surprise and clung to me desperately as I kicked the engine into gear and started us forward.
I took it slow down the trail; off road cycling isn't really meant for passengers. Once we hit the highway and I shifted the bike into road mode, I opened it up a little but didn't really push it. Chiyo held on terrified behind me as I sped up, her arms locked around my waist in a death grip.
There wasn't much in the way of traffic on this little mountain highway. We passed a couple of cars going the other way, and I saw faces turn to stare at the naked girl behind me as I whipped past. I smirked; let them envy me.
About three miles before we reached my motel, we had the misfortune to pass a police car going the other way. His sirens flipped on behind me as he turned, and I sighed and pulled over to the side of the road. I put the kickstand down and quickly un-cuffed Chiyo, sliding the cuffs into my jacket pocket while my body blocked the cop's view. I climbed off and turned to face him as he pulled up behind me, being careful to keep my hands where he could see them.
The markings on the cop's car indicated that he was local police, probably a sheriff or deputy or something like that. Native Japanese, which meant this could go one of two ways. Either he'd be polite to me because I was American and higher status, or he'd be taking advantage of whatever I'd done wrong to get one over on the colonial oppressor. Hopefully it was the former.
The policeman climbed out and walked over, shaking his head. "Son, I don't care how kinky you and your girlfriend are. You can't drive around with her bare ass naked on a public highway."
"Officer, I think you'll find that public decency laws only apply to humans." I reached over and pulled Chiyo's tails up to demonstrate my point.
The cop leaned forward and whistled as he examined her. "Holy shit, are you telling me she's a real live Kitsune? I thought those were just some weird kink thing attached to a butt plug or something."
