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Meet Me in the Forest 2
🕑 Added 2018-11-21 20:41:00 +0000 UTC Awesome art by: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/catherinemeow/Read the first chapter here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/meet-me-in-14195999
Captain Abold had spent most of his day with the newest recruits of the kingdom, as was his duty when there were no campaigns to worry about or defenses to fortify. But there was something off about this day, the great dane didn't quite feel right. It was like there was a weight to his mind but he didn't know what it really was. Almost like a headache that wasn't painful. He couldn't quite shake it, and so after practice he promised himself to go and see one of the kingdom's healers to see if they might be able to determine it's cause. Normally he would have waited it out but there was something...terribly off about this feeling.
The canine was finishing up for the day and was getting ready to strip out of his full set of armor when a messenger came running into the training grounds and shouting for his attention. The towering dog turned and looked down at the charging mouse boy as he held out a letter sealed with the king's insignia in wax. He hardly needed to open and read it to know that it was a summons, and an urgent one at that.
Captain Abold hadn't bothered to take his armor off, it could mean that he would need to ship out as soon as possible if it were a mission and he didn't want to waste time with going back to the armory. He strode down the many halls leading to the throne room with purpose. Other servants and members of the kingdom lunged out of his way as he was known to barrel over anyone that was too slow.
Without breaking into anything faster than a quick walking pace, the canine got to his destination before too long. The two guards that were stationed beside the twin open doors nodded him through, though they had to crane their heads up to do so. The huge room beyond was lined with ornate fixtures and glamorous tapestries that showed the kingdom's sigil. Gold and dark red velvet adorned most of everything and beside each of the ten columns of the room there stood a heavily armed guard.
Captain Abold strode down the very center of the long room, the clank of his full plate being the only sound being made. At the far end of the room and up several stairs was the king seated on his an ornate chair of gold inlaid with jewels. He was a stout but athletic wolf. His long hair was drawn back and atop his head was the crown of his position.
On either side of the thrown were the court magi, robed figures that held staffs topped with a glowing gem. They were the most powerful battle mages in the whole kingdom, and they were incredible secretive and mysterious. The very sight of them made the hair on the back of Captain Abold's neck stand on end, but what sent a dreaded chill through his frame was a third figure that was near the throne, one that the great dane immediately recognized.
The witch from his last mission turned from the king to look down at the approaching captain. The canine froze in place when she did but not because he had come under any spell or fear, but because he had come to the foot of the steps. She held an innocent look to her eyes but he didn't much trust her, he didn't trust anyone that held themselves as part of any uncivilized forest society.
“Your majesty, I came as soon as I was summoned,” The dog said and then dropped to one knee before his king. The wolf looked down at him and held a wide, warm smile like that of a father looking upon his son after some great victory.
“Please rise, Captain Abold,” the king said, his voice just as even and deep as the canine's. The soldier did, and then gazed into the wolf's eyes. The king continued, “Again, Captain, I thank you for your valiant effort to retrieve the potion that cured my illness. The kingdom owes you a great debt.”
“I need no payment other than my king's words of praise,” the canine replied.
“Well, you will have far more than that, I assure you.”
“You are too kind, my liege.” Captain Abold dipped his head.
“This forest witch had wished to see how I was doing,” the king gestured to the topless vixen by his side. “She says that the only payment that she wanted was your seed so that she may have a cub. Correct?”
“That is correct, my liege,” Captain Abold said without hesitation.
“Well, let me be the first to congratulate you that the fruits of your labor. It seems that your cub is due late next Fall.” The wolf was beaming proudly, his smile so wide that his eyes had closed. The great dane turned his eyes to the woman who was smiling proudly at him as well. He gazed at her flat belly as if he might see the slightest hint of a bulge, but he knew that he wouldn't this early.
“I took it only as an act of duty, my liege. I would have given my own life if it meant you would have been healed of you ailment.” Captain Abold turned his eyes back to the king.
The wolf chuckled and stroked a paw against his chin. “I know you would have, Captain, but now there is one more favor that I must ask of you.”
“Anything, my liege,” Captain Abold said quickly and bowed his head.
“This forest witch, Sokia, has a pilgrimage to make to the south where her coven resides. Now that she is pregnant with an outsider's child, it is her duty. But the way is perilous and so she has asked me if I could supply her an escort and the provisions for her meager trip. I was more than happy to lend her my resources and I have decided that since you are the child's father and my most capable and trusted captain, that you would be her escort.” The king looked to the side as he spoke and the vixen returned the gaze. She smiled warmly and then looked back to the dog.
Captain Abold had to grit his teeth to keep from letting out an irritated growl. He had hoped this entire ordeal would have been over weeks ago. He cursed himself for not simply taking the potion and trying harder to dispatch her. “I will do all that you please, my liege.”
“Excellent. Your work in this mission will be a fabulous example that I take very good care of those that aid the kingdom. For the time being, Sokia will be staying in your room with you and you two will begin your journey right away in the morning. I will have someone fetch you at that time, but for now I'd like for you to take the rest of the day off from your normal responsibilities and show Sokia around.”
“Yes, my liege,” Captain Abold said and bowed again. The wolf nodded happily and Sokia turned to him to bow as well. Then she trotted off down the steps to be beside the great dane. The dog eyed her suspiciously and then turned on his heel to exit the throne room. The vixen skipped along beside him.
The two silently strode out into the hall and the woman kept stride with the far larger male. He didn't have to look over at her to know that she was smiling and quite pleased with herself about the whole situation. But he did look down at her and it was then that he suddenly remembered that she was walking around half naked.
“Do you have no shame?” he grumbled lowly.
“Hm?” She piped up and tilted her head.
“Your breasts are out in the open. Cover yourself,” he snapped. The vixen smirked and shrugged.
“And with what clothing? I only have a skirt on.” She replied evenly.
“With your paws until we can get you some appropriate attire.” He turned his gaze back to his front as he continued on. It was about then that he realized that he didn't know where he was going. He was just walking through the halls aimlessly.
“Or I could do this,” Sokia suddenly called out. Her words drew the Captain's eyes and his heart gave a sudden gallop at the sight. She had unclasped her skirt and lifted it so that it hung around her armpits. It covered her breasts but now her pussy and ass were bare to the world, and that sight sent blood rushing into the great dane's cheeks.
“N-no! That's even worse!” He stopped and grasped her skirt with both paws. He yanked it down to be around her waist but it instead dropped entirely to the floor, leaving her naked before him.
“Oh my, undressing me right now? We're not even in your quarters yet,” she giggled. The captain gave a growl and pushed the skirt back around her waist and quickly fastened it there. Now secure, he leaned back up and resumed his walking.
“You're still half naked,” he spat.
“You know, breasts aren't nearly as horrible as you might think,” she said and nudged his side with her shoulder.
“Breasts should be a private matter between a man and his wife. Not for casual outings,” he grumbled.
“But breasts are very beautiful. Besides, your king didn't seem to mind them at all. In fact he stared at them longingly. If I didn't know any better I'd have thought him jealous of you,” she replied softly.
“The king has nothing to be jealous of, you and I aren't married. He could take you himself if he wished.” Captain Abold realized that he was walking towards his quarters, even though he didn't quite remember making that decision for himself. He chalked it up to being similar to performing drills, things he had done so often that it was practically automatic.
“He'd be jealous of you since it's your child within me,” she sang.
“Ah that's right,” the dog sighed, “There's some abomination festering within you.”
That made her growl with her own irritation. “It's a beautiful child, I'll have you know. I can already tell it's a boy. Haven't you ever wanted a pup of your own?”
“Yes, one of my own. That I wanted. This one...” The captain stopped himself as he realized that he was sounding too brutish, even for himself. He also paused in his walking and looked down at her. It was then that he saw the maturity of her face and the fact that she was quite beautiful. He didn't really take a good glance at her when he had met her in the forest, but she was rather stunning.
“I apologize. Today has been...a disappointment. I wasn't hoping to be a baby sitter on a southern excursion for several months. My place is here in the keep drilling new recruits.”
“But taking on a new mission isn't anything new for you, so what about me is it that you don't like?” she asked and folded her arms under her breasts.
“I don't trust magic users. Doing things that defy nature isn't...well...natural.” He huffed and turned away for a moment. They had wondered into an empty hall that was near one of the many markets within the castle walls. The sound of merchants peddling their goods could be heard far off.
“Hm. Well, I'll be sure to use this mission as a good opportunity to show you that not only is magic natural, it's actually much more natural than anything else you've come to know,” she said happily and seemed to dance off to be in front of him.
Captain Abold watched her as she wondered out a couple feet in front of him. It was the lithe motion of her body that seemed to have a somewhat soothing effect to his mind. He suddenly became self aware and he sighed, this time for himself. “I apologize for my rash behavior, it is unbecoming of me. I am very stressed at the moment, I think I just need a strong drink.”
“Oh? A strong drink?” The witch stopped her dancing and bounded back to him. “I have something that could really relax you. Far better than alcohol.”
“What is it?” he blinked and quirked a brow.
“First we have to be in private. Can we go back to your room?” she asked playfully.
“Why must we be in private?”
“For the same reason you wouldn't want to get drunk and relaxed in public,” she retorted and folded her paws behind herself. The captain looked down at her with a studying eye and then gave a short shrug.
“Fine. Follow me,” he said and began off towards his private quarters. The witch fell in beside him, trotting easily to keep up with his long gait.
The trip didn't stay silent for very long. “So what's your name?” she piped. The dog looked at her from the corner of his eye and then turned back to the path ahead. “You know mine is Sokia. I only know your last name. What is it?”
“Rust,” he said after a deep breath.
“Rust? Like what happens to swords after staying outside for too long?”
“That's right,” he grumbled. The witch gave a thoughtful nod to herself and fell in beside him. To the dog's appeasement, the rest of the walk went on without a sound. The vixen even allowed him to go on to the armory to drop off his weapon and armor before continuing on, though he made sure to keep two steel daggers on his person, just in case.
It was a short walk to his actual quarters after that, and to his surprise the woman stayed rather quiet. It was as if she could finally pick up on his annoyed mood for the situation. When they got to his door he wordlessly pushed it open and walked in. Sokia was a bit hesitant at first, she peered inside as if expecting a trap and then followed him in, closing the door shortly after behind her.
From the window the daylight was still streaming in but the sun was getting low and so it wouldn't be long before he would need to light a fire. He walked over to his hearth and grabbed a flint and steel. He sparked a fresh flame into the dry logs that were there and stoked it to a crackling blaze. When he turned around he came to realize that Sokia was sitting on the edge of his bed. She looked up at him and smiled, in her paw she was holding something that looked like a twig.
“So...still want me to give you something to relax?” She smiled and got up to approach him with her paw held out, the twig raised for him to take.
Rust looked down at her and leaned down to sniff at it. “What is it?” he asked suspiciously.
“It's called Sky Root. It's the best thing that can help you relax.”
“And how do I know it's not poisonous?” He set his large paws on his sides and looked down at her. The vixen rolled her eyes but kept her playful smirk. She quickly broke the root in half and tossed the first half into her mouth. She made a show of chewing it loudly, the brittle wood of it crackling against her teeth. Then she swallowed loudly and held her mouth open for him to see that it was gone.
“There, if you get poisoned then so will I.” That logic made decent sense to him, and though he was still suspicious, he took the other half and popped it in his mouth. It tasted about as good as it looked. It had the exact texture of what a twig would and it was much louder than he expected. The crunch of it was so loud he could barely hear the vixen giggle. It was also very bitter, he must have been grimacing as he gnashed the woody thing into a pulp. He swallowed it back and coughed as it stung his throat. He quickly walked over to a pitcher of water near his bed and took a swig from it. When he was wiping his mouth he heard the vixen jump onto his bed again.
“So how long before it begins to take affect?” he asked and turned to her. Sokia flopped onto her back and stretched herself out with her arms high above her head.
“Not long. The less you walk about the faster it becomes active. Care to come and lay by me?” She gazed up at him and bit her lip. The posture that she had caused her large breasts to push out from her chest. His eyes fixated on them suddenly and his heart began to beat faster. Something seemed to click within him, blood pumped harder through his body, he could hear it in his ears.
The longer he stared at her body the more he found himself becoming attracted to her. She was quite beautiful after all, her innocent eyes watching him as he appraised her like he was some feral predator and she was his next meal. He seemed to be quite fixated on her nipples, they were enticingly pink and perfectly sized. He suddenly felt hungry for them, he wanted to lean down and bury his muzzle against them and to latch to one like he was a hungry pup.
“I see the Sky Root is starting to do what it does best,” Sokia mumbled, snapping the great dane out of his mild daze. It was then that he felt her paw stroke against the front of his trousers and he looked down to see that the front of them were tented. He became painfully aware of his erection, it strained against his clothing and if he didn't act fast it was going to rip out of them.
Sokia was faster though, she was already untying the lace at the front and tugging them down. He had the thought to stop her but it was like he was no longer in control. He wanted his cock to be free and he wanted her to be the one to free it.
His member sprung out completely erect. It was throbbing noticeably to the beat of his heart and the tip of it leaked precum down the side. Sokia's paw reached up and took a hold of it, her fingers instantly getting wet as she smeared the clear fluid over his shaft. The dog sucked in a quick breath through his teeth and moaned. He couldn't believe how sensitive he had become.
“What...what did you do to me?” He slurred under his breath and teetered on his feet. He took a step forward and braced his knees against the bed.
“I'm helping you get nice and relaxed, and there's no better way than to have sex. Sky Root is a powerful aphrodisiac, I hope you don't mind,” she replied and scooted a bit closer to him. Her paw was trailing from the top of his cock down to his deflated knot. “I'm feeling the same you know, see?”
Sokia reached down and took a hold of her skirt. She lifted it above her waist to show off her pussy, of which was noticeably soaked. She brought her free paw down between her legs and stroked two fingers along her slit and then dipped them into her cunt. When she pulled them back out they were dripping her own juices and trailing a thick line of her femme cum.
“Gods, I'm so wet.” She drew her fingers to her mouth and suckled away her own essence, then she looked back up to him and grinned. “I bet you'd love to have your cock in here, wouldn't you?”
Rust was just staring and making soft moans under his breath since she hadn't paused or slowed her jerking movements over his dick. When she asked her question he could only offer her a slight nod of his head. He could smell her arousal in the air, it was so thick it was practically tangible. He could even taste it in the back of his throat, it was enough to make him salivate.
“Come here.” She scooted over in the bed again and beckoned him with a curl of her finger. Rust's body seemed to move on its own. He pushed his trousers to the floor and then stepped out of them. Next came his shirt, yanked hastily from over his shoulders and thrown to the side. He crawled onto the bed covers and approached the vixen from her front. Her got another good look at her glistening pussy, and to give him a better view, Sokia splayed her nether lips open with two of her fingers. It was an invitation that he couldn't refuse. “It's so warm...and tight,” she moaned and spread her legs even farther apart.
He crawled up her body, his muscular form dwarfed her own. He set a large paw on either side of her shoulders and he drew his hips between her legs. His huge cock rested against her pussy and rubbed there, smearing her entrance in his precum. They could feel the heat from each other's body and how badly they both wanted to get fucked. Rust wasted no time as he drew his hips back and drove his shaft all the way into her cunt.
Sokia screamed blissfully and arched her back. As if being offered a treat, the great dane leaned his head down and snatched one of her nipples in his mouth. He began to work his hips right away, stroking at a quickened pace as he pulled at her breast. His tongue swirled in circles around her tit as he suckled like he were trying to get some milk. The thought of her lactating sent a unique thrill through his body, he was suddenly very eager for her to develop well into her pregnancy.
The bed creaked loudly as hew threw his great weight against her form. The smacking of their bodies meeting was almost just as loud and their combined moans were even louder. They didn't bother to be the slightest bit quiet, Sokia was letting out moans and whines of incredible pleasure while the captain let out grunts and growls as he pushed his body to greater ecstatic heights.
Sokia was squeezing down on him as hard as she could. She would also push her hips up to meet his own to encourage him to drive every inch of his cock into her. Not that he wasn't already. His balls would smack her ass with the same volume as an open paw against her cheek. His entire dick would fill her tight cunt perfectly, even his deflated knot would pop in and out of her as he would move.
Rust occupied himself by enjoying her breasts to his fullest content. He would frequently switch from sucking on one of her tits to the other. He would even shower her full breasts in long licks and the times that his tongue would get tired he'd imply press his muzzle between those soft pillows and be comforted by their feeling. During those times the vixen would wrap her arms around his head and shoulders, cradling him there like a true lover might.
She could feel his hot breath against her flesh and how her breasts dripped form his saliva. She could barely focus on petting over his head as every inch of her body was tingling with pleasure. She was shivering and shaking and her cunt was constantly expelling her pussy juices. It was like she was in a constant state of orgasm, she barely knew what to do with her own paws.
The captain turned out to be an absolute machine when it came to grinding his hips against her. His cock never faltered its stiffness and precum poured within her like a stream. She didn't know how long they had been fucking, all that she did know was that at one point she had opened her eyes and saw that the sky was black and that stars were shining from the window. Had it been an hour? Two hours? The intense sensations were too much to handle, she writhed in constant ecstasy and her nipples were actually beginning to get sore from all of the attention. She began to think he must have had an uncaring mother with how affectionate he seemed to be towards her tits.
The sheets were getting soaked with their combined sweat and sexual expulsions. Her legs were starting to get sore from being wide open for such a long time. “W-wait...s-stop,” she whimpered pathetically. She didn't want him to do either but she did need to change positions. She looked up into his face during one of the rare times that he had leaned back and saw that he was entirely dazed, lost within the pleasure like she had been. She cried out as her body was wracked again with an intense climactic surge. It must have been the tenth one so far, she was surprised that she had been able to keep track.
She timed her movements carefully and when she saw a good opportunity, Sokia pressed herself against him and quickly turned herself over onto her belly. Through the whole movement his cock never left her pussy and he never stopped thrusting. The vixen huffed a blissful sigh of relief as she was able to get an iota of rest, but the captain didn't seem to be too happy that his beloved play things were now pressed into the bed.
The great dane gave a growl and suddenly bit down on the side of her neck. It wasn't a very tight hold, his teeth didn't break skin and the slight pain that they delivered only added to the pleasure that she was feeling. It was the kind of bite that was meant to keep her in place, the reason of which became suddenly apparent as she felt his knot rapidly forming as it would slam against her entrance.
She started to push back against him once again, meeting every powerful movement with vigor. She wanted him entirely, to cum inside of her like he had back in the forest. He was fucking her like he was craving the same thing, and he was. He pushed everything he had into those thrusts leading into his own climax. His growls became louder and more animalistic.
The resistance of Sokia's pussy was worn down and with one extra powerful thrust the canine's knot suddenly slipped inside. The two became locked instantly and the vixen found herself trembling as his hips didn't stop moving. He yanked her about like she were a toy, and then she heard him snarl against the side of her neck in a way that she had never heard before. The sound was accompanied by the feeling of a flood of cum spilling into her pussy. It was so hot and filling that she swore that she blacked out for a moment only to return to the best thing she had ever felt in her life.
His cock would pulse and send salvo after salvo of his hot cream into her awaiting depths. It was a volume that dwarfed what she had felt their first time together and she couldn't believe that she didn't leak a single drop. His knot did the trick of making an airtight seal, and she felt that her belly was slightly swollen because of it.
The canine's movements slowed over the course of two minutes, eventually culminating in their bodies doing nothing but panting in the aftermath of their intense intercourse. Rust released her neck and then buried his muzzle into the pillow. His mouth was wide open and he gulped air down like he might have water in a desert. She wasn't much different, her mind was still swimming in the climactic high of their fun, but she was entirely limp. The great dane had luckily known to shift his body off of her as he collapsed immediately onto his side. He pulled her along with him but she didn't have much say in that.
The room was now eerily quiet, save for their heavy panting. Neither of them said anything, they didn't get the chance. Drained of every ounce of energy that he had, the great dane slipped off to sleep barely a minute after his head hit the pillow. Sokia wasn't far behind, though in her last waking moments she had drifted a paw down to her belly.
The lower portion of it was indeed swollen from the large dick still embedded within her and the copious amount of cum that sloshed within her belly. It was the perfect bump for her to gently stroke her fingers over and imagine how it might be in several months time. She could feel the life within her growing and she was giddy to bring this strong culmination of fighter and naturist into the world.
