sexy fox chase revised and revamped

 

            He comes up behind her and grabs her roughly by her hips, pulls her backwards into him…she feels his thick cock begin to harden through his pants.  The smell of him is intoxicating already, a mix of his hard day at work and desire for her; she knows he’s ready for play.  She tries to turn towards him, but he holds her firmly in place, so she reaches her hand behind his head and runs her fingers through his curls, then draws her fingers around to his cheeks—she can feel the sweat on his face, those delicious salty drops that she loves so well to lick.  Bringing her fingers back to her mouth, she licks his sweat off them…he growls, and his cock hardens even more behind her ass.  Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls something out, a blindfold, she discovers, as he places it over her eyes. 

            “Let’s see how good you REALLY are at finding me,” he teases. Then he unbuttons her shirt, sliding it off her shoulders and lets it drop to the floor, reaches back up and pulls her into him again, this time grabbing her soft breasts and pinching her nipples…a shiver runs up and down her body.  Back to her hips, he pulls her plaid skirt down off of her and lets it drop to the floor and puts his fingers inside her drawing them forward and back, her ass bumping into his cock, then brings his fingers to her lips, parts her lips gently with them and pushes them inside.  She licks his fingers slowly, flashing her tongue all around them, tasting a mix of both of them, his sweat and dirt, her fluids…drinking every savory drop…and her whole body freezes, goosebumps rising on her naked flesh.  Then he releases her from his grasp and vanishes. 

            She feels around blindly for a moment.  No longer able to smell him, she knows he’s moved, and then, knowing his penchant for exhibition, knows he must have gone outside to wooded area near the house—the one that’s in plain view of her neighbors should they choose to be looking, and she suspects he wants them to be.  Easily finding her way to the back door, she goes outside.  The cool breeze of a quickly approaching, late summer storm rushing over her naked body, making her whole body tingle in delight—she loves crisp breezes full of storm energy, they always get her excited!

            He grabs his camera, taking a video of her whole-body storm energy shiver that he’s seen so many times—that he knew would be coming today since he sensed the storm approaching also.  Taking pictures also as he sees her come out the door…loving the look of her fully naked, unable to resist looking, the way her red hair blows in the breeze, knowing she is hungering for him, it always gets him hot.  He thinks he’s far enough away for her not to smell him, but he knows full well that her sense of smell is keen…also, that she doesn’t need to smell him to find him, which is why he chose to hide his energy from her for this part of the play session. 

            She scans around her, sniffing the air like a fox looking for prey, also searching for his energy, the one she knows so well (the one that feels like danger, lust, chaos and order all mingled together), and can see even blindfolded (but that’s not entirely fair, since she can see anyone’s energy, usually, even blindfolded)…for a moment the breeze shifts towards her and she catches his scent, in full-on predator mode, but he’s not approaching.  She begins walking towards it and the wind shifts back the other way, sending her scent towards him, she knows. “Wonder if it’s driving him crazy too,” she muses.

She keeps heading in the direction from where his smell had been moments ago, knowing that he would move, but having not locked onto his energy yet, she needs to move, needs to try something…her hunger for him is very strong, and, not knowing yet where this game is headed, her predatory side is growing impatient. 

            Hiding his energy is one of his strong magical abilities, and he’s doing that deliberately to make her find him some other way.  “She can still find me without it,” he thinks to himself. 

            She gets to the spot where he just was.  She knows because she can smell traces of him there, but of course he has moved… “He wants to be chased today, eh?  Ok, I got this.”

            She calls out, “Hiding your energy from me, eh babe?  Ok. I gotcha.” And she sniffs the air again…finds what she’s looking for—deviant look crossing her face—and this time runs towards it, with panther-like speed and agility (a surprise tactic she’s decided to try), leaping onto him.  They both tumble to the ground, a heap of arms and legs one set naked, one set fully clothed.  She reaches out trying to grab at his pants to find what she wants…he grasps her hand and pulls it away, wrapping it behind her back, the force of it makes her wince.

            “That’s a record darling,” he whispers into her ear.

            “Well you didn’t move the second time…maybe you wanted to be caught?” she purrs back. 

            “That’s cuz I have this…” and he moves to grab another thing she cannot see.  He wraps a rope around her wrists and begins tying them together over her head, the soft ropes binding her, making her shiver from head to toe…she’s nervous, he notices.  “Don’t worry babe…you’re ok,” he soothes her, and her nervous smell dissipates—THAT scent is one he’s not as attracted to: her nervous aroma.  She calms almost immediately at his touch and gentle words.   

Finishing binding her wrists, he licks his way down across her breasts, loving the taste of her skin, bathing himself in her scent and her teal energy—his whole body tenses, savoring the absolute pleasure, as he feels her wash over him…and another growl escapes his lips.  He lingers awhile at her breasts biting her nipples—causing her to shiver again, and make that delicious moan-screech he likes so well, the one that sounds more little girl, than the strong woman he knows she is, the one she makes when she’s in pain, but still enjoying it—before moving down to her hips for a few hard bites, and a few more shivers and moan-screeches.  “Damn, I love that sound babe,” he growl-whispers.

“I can’t help it! It’s just my noise…” she giggles.

“I know…love those silly little girly giggles too,” he winks, but she can’t see, so he laughs instead. 

Then he licks his way down her legs, wanting to taste every part of her before his next task.  Grabbing more rope, he proceeds to tie the rope around her ankles, leaving a long length of rope between her legs slack.  Then he throws open her legs, bites his way back up the insides of her calves and thighs, stopping occasionally to enjoy her noises, pulls the rope behind him, placing her legs over his shoulders, and buries his tongue inside her, tasting her juices, letting them run all down his face, drinking her in…and she begins to move her hips around, and call out to the gods.  “Gods, I love it when she does that,” he thinks to himself. 

He glances over for a moment and sees they do, in fact, have a watcher, some nosy “Karen” who lives near her…and his cock goes fully erect—sexy secrets on display, being watched, it arouses him deeply.  He keeps lapping at her womanly fluids until she begins to writhe and moan even harder, and louder, loudly enough, he hopes, for Karen to hear as well as watch.  When she’s almost about to cum, he stops, and disentangles himself from her ropes—he knows she can go multiple times, but he wants to make her wait a bit longer for the first one—the waiting to explode that drives her so wild, but is oh so satisfying to him when it finally releases.  She moans, sadly, and tries to throw her bound hands around his neck but misses.

            “You like that, Karen,” he whispers, “well, watch this!” He notices Nosy Karen now has a glass of wine in her hand… “Oooh, she’s in for the long haul, it seems, babe,” he growls in her ear. Hot delicious breath, mingled with his tantalizing smell, tingling in her ear, driving her almost to the edge of madness, yet filling her up in ways she hadn’t felt in years before him.  So mesmerized by him, she didn’t really notice what he had said, only that it felt amazing, tingles running all up and down her…his energy surrounding her, finally, and his smell paralyzing her. 

            He stands then, picks her up and throws her over his shoulder, she beats her bound hands against his back, not liking being carried anywhere, her fists land a few blows on his back, making his predator scent stronger, more dominating…he reaches up and slaps her ass, hard. “No more of that, babe!” he growls at her.  She stops, feeling sufficiently scolded. 

            “Well, where are we going?” she pleads

            “You’ll see…ooops. No. You won’t,” he says in his brusque tone, and then chuckles.

He was carrying her to the tree nearest to Nosy Karen’s window, so she could get a better view, and so he could harness all his exhibitionist energy.  Then he drops her roughly, the sweet mix of pain and pleasure courses through her as she hits the grass but is unable to move far due to be being bound, so she waits for his next move.   

            “His smell has moved,” she thinks to herself. “Interesting…wonder if he’s trying to get me to find him again…” She begins trying to crawl around to find him, but then in a blink, he’s back—"something deviant in his energy and smell now,” she thinks, wondering what it might be.

            He reaches down, grabbing her under her hips, and roughly pulls her onto her knees, ass in the air, and pushes something rubbery into her ass.  She winces a bit at the sensation.  A tail.  She can feel the fur brushing against her thighs, so delicate, so soft, so tantalizing…something she had never done with him before. 

            “Yes, darling, a fox tail for my little fox,” he breathes into her.  Then he wraps more rope around the tree and ties her hand ropes to it—the smell of fear begins to emanate from her, and he breathes it all in, feeling it fill him, feeding him—then forces her onto her knees facing him while pushing her against the tree, her hair blowing around both sides of the tree—an image of her he’s not seen before, and he stops to savor it.  He then removes his shirt, his sweaty, strong chest glistening in the bits of sun peeking through the dark clouds overhead (but only Karen can see it) and unzips his jeans, revealing his hard, thick cock, which he then shoves into her mouth.

            “Now how ‘bout a little of those amazing oral skills,” he says.  

            She takes him into her mouth hungrily, and sucks back and forth, licking up and down the sides of it, tickling the tip with a few flicks of her tongue…and then she hears him begin to moan, wishing she could she the look on his face:  that delicious lip bite he does that drives her wild, the changing color of his eyes when he’s turned on—from light hazel to almost yellow—she can picture it, but it’s so much better to see it! She struggles against the blindfold, trying to rub it off her face.  “No, no, little fox…you’re keeping that on!” and he reaches to reset the progress she had made in attempting to remove it. 

Faster and faster she moves up and down its length, her head banging into the tree with every satisfying suck, savoring every inch of him, moaning in pleasure at the taste of him on her lips, like sweet honey and salt, the smell of him fills her nostrils and she begins to cum again…this time he lets her. 

            “Yeah, cum for me baby,” he moans, “I wanna hear it…” but doesn’t remove his cock from her mouth to let her say anything in response…her juices flow out of her, dripping onto the grass, sliding down her legs, making the goosebumps rise again.  She’s moaning and sucking, lost in a trance, and just as he almost reaches his own climax, he backs away from her. 
            “No please babe,” she begs, “let me finish you off.”

            “But I’m not done with you yet,” he chuckles, and checks to see if Nosy Karen is still watching…she is.  “We gotta give her a show she won’t soon forget,” he laughs again. 

            “Who?  What are you talking about?  Which one of my neighbors spied us? Oh my, I’ll be so embarrassed to see them later…” she panics. More fear smell—he breathes that into himself too…

            “Oh, so much delicious fear in her today,” he thinks, feeding off it.

“Don’t worry babe, she must be enjoying it…been watching awhile now.”

“Shit,” she says and her whole body begins trembling.  More fear.  More feeding off it.  This time he drinks it in to calm her instead of merely fuel himself, in the way he already knows he can do with her. 

He rubs his fingers through her curly red hair, and traces around to her face, “Don’t worry babe, you’ll be ok…” he soothes.  “She got herself a glass of wine, she’s fine,” he chuckles.  “Maybe she might even want to join next time…”

She moans, wondering if she’ll ever be able to face her neighbors again, but surprisingly, feeling calmer.  “Fuck, he fed off me again…bastard!” she thinks…but isn’t actually mad.

Then he pulls her by the hair, that he was just caressing so softly (forcing her back to him, breaking through her embarrassment with the full force of his energy and scent) and guides her head down towards the ground against the tree, she struggles against the ropes trying to move them down the tree again to be in the position she knows he’s aiming for.  Then he roughly grabs her by the waist and flips her around so her ass is now facing him again, high in the air—his favorite view:  full ass, wet cunt and thick thighs just waiting to be plowed by him.  He gets onto his own knees and pulls her ass towards his throbbing cock, shoving himself inside her, loving the feel of being inside her, the warmth of her cunt surrounding his cock so deliciously, so tightly.  Thrusting back and forth, her tail brushing against her legs, whipping him in the stomach, he arches his back and shoves himself deeper inside her.  The rough bark of the tree scraping against her cheek repeatedly, she cries out…half pleasure, half pain—the delicious sound he just can’t get enough of.  The rope between her ankles now taut, yet she tries to open her legs more, to feel him more fully, more closely, but is denied. 

“Yeah babe, just like that…” she purrs as he slaps her ass cheek, leaving a red handprint, pumping harder and faster. 

He grabs her by the hips and pulls her back and forth across his cock, and he begins to slow down a bit, leaving it fully inside for a few seconds each thrust before pushing her back away…he moans in his amazingly seductive I’m-almost-about-to-cum way that she knows so well, and pulls out of her.  Quickly, he pulls her up onto her knees again by her hair, facing towards the tree, shoving her head into the rough bark, and releases his semen all over her back.  It drips down her slowly, sending tingles and shivers up her spine, sensually, so much energy contained in it, she can’t hold back any longer…she cries out, he moans louder, both now fully climaxing.  He keeps squirting her until it’s all out, loving the look of the splatter he’s created across her shoulders, back and hips.  She lets out another girlish giggle. 

“The giggle-gasm,” he laughs to himself.  Then he looks over towards Nosy Karen’s window…. “Yep, she saw,” he thinks to himself, and chuckles out loud, the blood rising in his cock again. 

Hands still grabbing her by the hair, he turns her around to face him… “Now clean up your mess!” he growls and shoves his now, mostly, limp cock at her face.  She licks all around, loving the taste of his skin and semen, mixed with his sweat and begins moaning again while she licks him clean.  He finally removes her blindfold then so he can see that sweet look in her eyes she gets when she’s fully satisfied, in the way that, she claims, only he knows how to do.  Her whole body still twitching from orgasms, she melts into a pile on the grass.  He unties her slowly, lingering to admire the marks the ropes have left, kissing them as he unties her, and wraps her in his arms, caressing her back and ass, petting her tail, while she half falls asleep, “yep…completely satisfied…for today at least” she chuckles to herself.