Well, you were thinking of a friendly game of tag today. Just you and her, chasing each other through the trees. A hound pursuing a fox, as it were; a small slice of nature taking its course.
Kiyoko's smile widens. "Mmm... well, I won't deny that I've been feeling a little more frisky as of late. Maybe a little exercise will help work some of that off... get my mind back on track, as it were."
There's nothing saying that you can't do both, is there?
A mischievous wink. "Well, if you want to play, my big bad wolf, I'm perfectly okay with that. I'm not so heavy and swollen that I can't run around for a bit."
If she's sure it's not going to be a problem, then hey, you're up for it. Up for pouncing on, pinning, and devouring the pretty little fox that she is down to the very last morsel of deliciousness.
"You'll have to catch me first!"
You whip your arm out and grab her sleeve. Oh, that's easily —
Laughter. Almost as if by magic — it probably is magic — Kiyoko's yukata falls away from her like a second skin, leaving you holding not a fox, but a small bundle of fabric. Her smallclothes are the next to go, flapping and floating to the floor as Kiyoko darts for the door in a very vulpine fashion, giggling all the while.
Oh, it's on.
If you're going to be catching a fox, you'll be needing to be as light on your feet as possible, and what better way to do that than to get rid of your clothing? Struggling out of your garments as you make a running start for the already-open shrine door, it's not long before your royal leathers has joined Kiyoko's garments on the floor.
Now, the hunt begins!
Kiyoko's trail isn't hard to pick up, and even if there wasn't one, you'd still be able to follow her scent with ease. Though the kitsune is nowhere in sight, the smell of her leads all the way to the den's edge, a faintly floral musk with a hint of sap and too much animal fur —
— There's no time to think. Recognizing the scent of prey, your instincts bid you to give chase, and it feels so liberating to give in to them and hound a poor little fox until... until... well, you catch her. After that, some very bad, very naughty things are going to happen, but best not get ahead of yourself, eh?
Away from the crossroads, and into the fruit groves by the den's edge. The earthy smell of mushrooms and fallen leaves hits you in the face like a brick, but Kiyoko's scent is still strong, twisting and winding its way over roots and through the underbrush. The faint musk, the scent of sex and arousal, it's growing stronger — and frankly, not too distant from that of that of a female lupine in heat.
It's nearly too much to bear.
The orchard's easier to transverse on all fours than two, you find — and so you instinctively drop to all fours in a loping gait, nose close to the ground and ever watchful for your quarry's scent. Trees and roots move by in a blur as you continue to give chase, over moss-covered boulders and across grassy tufts until you spy her by the waterfall.
She's no longer humanoid, having shifted into the shape of an amber-furred fox to better elude you, but your nose knows that it's the one and same Kiyoko. She seems to be hiding more than running, hoping you'll pass her by...
Well, no such luck. With a feral snarl, you summon forth a burst of speed, revelling in the exhilaration of the chase, the hunt. Kiyoko sees you coming and turns tail to flee, but the running start you've on her is too much, too fast. Slowly, bit by bit, the distance between wolf and fox closes, and you coil the muscles in your hind legs, feel the power just yearning to be unleashed, and pounce.
The moment you come into contact with the amber-furred fox, it melts away. Fur morphs back into skin and paws transform into hands, the entire figure growing and twisting until Kiyoko is once more in her humanoid shape, the kitsune's hair and tails fanning out behind her as you pin her face-down into the soft bed of fallen leaves.
Triumphantly, you lean down and give her a little nip on the nape of her neck.
"You win, you nasty big bad wolf," Kiyoko gasps out between her heavy panting, clearly out of breath. "I was never the best at physical endeavors."
Aww, she doesn't need to sell herself short. The important thing is that she had fun playing tag.
"Yes. Yes, I did."
Well then, she knows full well what happens to foxes who let themselves get caught by hounds, doesn't she? You're going to savage her.
Despite being winded, Kiyoko manages a breathless squeal of mock terror and wiggles about under you, her tails flailing wildly. You're not having any of that, and lean a little more of your weight on her, pushing her further into the soft bed of fallen blossoms and leaves. Tightening your jaws about Kiyoko's neck, you let the kitsune truly experience the moist heat of your breath and teeth so close to her pulse, feeling her shiver in arousal and instinctive, animalistic fear. Another gentle nip from you, a gesture to show you could've torn out her throat but didn't, and it's time for you to claim your prize.
Brushing aside the fluffy tails in your way, you grab Kiyoko by the hips, taking a quick moment to run your hands across their curvature before proceeding. With how wide, lush and full they are, practically screaming of her fecund nature, you linger a little longer than you ought to, finishing up by giving each firm buttcheek a good, hard smack that sends Kiyoko squealing. She's allowed as much, being the mother of your children and all. Lining up your prick, you lift up Kiyoko's ass and ram yourself into her baby-making hole with every last measure of strength you've left over from the hunt. The kitsune yips and yelps at the suddenness and pain of it all, succumbing to the savage, bestial fucking you're inflicting upon her like the trapped vixen that she is.
Perfect.
At the same time, you can't help but lean forward and give Kiyoko little nips and bites on her dainty skin and lustrous fur wherever an opportunity presents itself, enjoying her taste to go with her scent. It's simply indescribable, although it's quite possibly the best thing that you might have ever tasted — and that's saying a lot.
"Eat me up, you horrible beast," Kiyoko moans, struggling to articulate the words over the savage pounding that you're giving her. "Devour me like the wolf that you are, you... you northerner."
Hah, gladly. Affirming your grip on that wonderful piece of kitsune ass, you redouble your efforts, straining until you can hear your blood ringing in your ears. Kiyoko wails, then the wail dies down to a mewl as you savagely breed her amidst the trees like some kind of animal. Her little fingers dig at the earth, scrunching up handfuls of dirt and fallen leaves as you stuff the kitsune's baby-hole with your man-meat. Despite its considerable size, Kiyoko takes the entirety of your member in without so much as a hitch — one can only suppose it's one of the benefits of not being really material, or something.
All the aggression you'd worked up during the chase, all the heated blood and predatory intent — all those are unleashed as you pound Kiyoko from behind. Her breasts sway under her from the sheer force of your ferocious thrusts, and the kitsune's high voice rings out amidst the thick woodlands.
The mating is quick, fast and brutal, a candle burned from both ends with predictable results. You aren't even sure of what you're doing any more, or if you're in control of your actions — the more logical bits of your mind have taken a back seat, subsumed by this raging animal thing — Neither are you sure when it does happen, but you know it did all right; you definitely feel your release when you explode within Kiyoko, filling the foxy femme full up with your precious bodily energies while your knot inflates, locking all that sticky goodness deep within the frisky fox . Kiyoko yelps and whines, her body too slick with sweat and too exhausted to do much but lie under you and take it — not that she's complaining, of course. A veritable torrent of spunk erupts from your shaft, the flow going steady and strong for what seems an eternity, your bodies moving in a frenetic bid to try and get as much of it as deep into Kiyoko's form as possible. On and on and on you go, almost as if every last ounce of aggression from the hunt and chase is being converted into jizz to stuff your kitsune lover with, jizz which her cunt greedily and eagerly devours.
