Snowfire: Foxy Lady
Marteeka Karland
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Snowfire: Foxy Lady
Marteeka Karland
It’s mating season in the Magical Forest, and the Faery Prince is on the hunt for a special Snow Fox. If all goes well, he’ll capture the heart of his chosen mate.
Dalla won’t make it easy for him. Gualin will have to be master of the hunt if he hopes to catch his Foxy Lady.
Snowfire: Foxy Lady
Dalla stretched and snuggled into the soft blanket of her tail, tucking her paws closer into her chest. She still smelled winter outside her den, but spring’s clean scent teased her nose. She took a deep breath and sighed, happily…
And froze.
There was another scent. One she’d never thought to smell in this neck of the woods. At least not in winter. Dalla raised her head and squinted her eyes, straining to get a look at the faery prince. What was Gualin doing here before spring?
There! It took no time at all to find him; his scent was so clear in the morning air.
He stood beneath a holly tree, naked in the snow. The early morning sunlight barely peeked through the evergreen leaves, but faery dust caught that light and sparkled around him. His silver and green wings fluttered in the breeze, looking much more delicate than they actually were.
Knowing she’d never get back to sleep, Dalla uncurled herself, shifting from a full Snow Fox to her partially human form. She fluffed her tail prettily and crept from her den. Maybe she could find a hiding place to watch the faery prince without him noticing her for a while. He was so beautiful she could watch him the rest of the winter and be perfectly content.
Pale golden skin rippled with lovely muscle and sinew. His chest was dusted liberally with hair that she itched to run her fingers through, and his long, dark hair whipped around him in the cool, wintry gusts, revealing delicately pointed ears. Eyes as cool and blue as the winter sky were framed by dark lashes and slanted brows, giving him that exotic Fae look his people were so famous for. Dalla knew they would change with the seasons, and by spring they would be a sparkling green. Mystical. Magical. Gualin was masculine, yet exotic, and so beyond her reach she might as well be back in her den deep in hibernation.
Then he looked at her. Straight at her. It was as if he’d known she was there all along. “I hoped you’d come out, Dalla.”
Startled, Dalla jumped, and her fur stood on end. Without a sound, she turned and sprinted into the forest. She tried to shift, but she couldn’t. As she scampered from tree to bush and any cover she could on the run, she noticed the shimmering faery dust clinging to her fur and knew the faery prince prevented her the advantage she might normally have had if she’d changed into her Snow Fox self.
With a desperate cry, she continued deeper into the forest until she tripped on a root -- she could have sworn it hadn’t been there an instant before -- and fell into a bed of snow. Before she could get to her feet, strong, sure hands flipped her over and a large, heavy body covered her, pinning her to the ground.
“You came looking for me,” Gualin said simply, a twinkle in his eye. Dalla had never felt so trapped in her life. The hunt had ended almost as soon as it had begun, and she was caught.
Not that she was complaining at the moment.
“I smelled you.” It seemed lame, but he didn’t laugh or smile. He merely nodded as if he understood completely.
“The spring matings will begin soon.” His deep, rich voice was almost hypnotic. She could close her eyes and just listen to him forever. If she didn’t want so much to drink him in with her gaze, that is. She’d never seen him this close before, and he was so beautiful it was painful. Her tail twitched beneath her and the bushy end caressed his right buttock. Even that slight touch sent a shiver straight to her tailbone.
God! This was insane. The Faery Prince and the Snow Fox. It sounded like a bedtime story. A very naughty bedtime story.
“I’ve decided it’s time for me to take a mate.”
She loved his voice. It made her so hot, she was sure the snow was melting beneath her fur.
He moved against her slowly, teasingly. His cock pressed into the fur of her belly, tempting her to surrender to him. She wanted to. Every woman of the forest wanted him. Not only was he a royal, but he was beautiful to look at. He radiated pure goodness and light.
Dalla struggled to push him off of her, but he only smiled, not budging. “Why are you telling me? Why not go find your mate?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I have. Don’t pretend you don’t know I mean to claim you.”
Dalla’s heart pounded inside her chest, and her cunt contracted wildly. She pushed her pelvis up, creating more friction against his cock and gliding her fur-ringed cunt against him. She was sure moisture coated her outer lips, and she quivered in excitement. Still, she had to ask. “Why me?”
He smiled gently at her and stroked her hair. “Because you’re beautiful. I’ve never seen your equal in the forest, and most importantly you have a good heart. I hope you can accept me gladly and not only complete my heart, but bridge a gap between our peoples as well.”
“Is that why? You would form a bond with me to join the Snow Foxes and the Faeries?” Surprisingly, she felt a sharp pang in her chest. She had admired Gualin from afar, but had never thought to have a claim on him. They shared the same forest, but were worlds apart. All the forest creatures were. She could see the wisdom of a mated union, but it somehow hurt to think the faery prince didn’t really want her.
“No.” He grinned. “You intrigue me. I believe you could challenge me as no other man or woman ever has. I can offer you much, too. Let me show you.”
Before she could protest, his mouth captured hers. She gasped when he wiggled between her legs and ground his hard cock against the fur of her belly. He raised his head after a brief moment and she looked up into his beautiful face, bringing one hand up to touch his cheek. She wanted to say something witty, something sexy, but words eluded her. All she could think to do was wrap her legs around him and pull his face to hers once again.
Gualin relished the woman in his arms. Her kisses were every bit as sweet as he’d often imagined they would be. He’d intentionally waited to come to her until the wind carried his scent to her den. The timing had to be perfect. He had no desire to bring a hoard of shifters to him, after all. He wanted only this one Snow Fox. Full spring was a few weeks off yet, so most of them still slept, but the Snow Foxes didn’t hibernate. It was early morning with a cool, wintry breeze that kept most wood
land shifters snug in their dens. Perfect for his little Dalla.
Now she rubbed against him, seeking his touch on her sensitive fur. Gualin knew a shifter’s fur was even more sensitive than human skin. He stroked her fur as he kissed her mouth.
In her partial human form, she still had human lips, the same color as her fur unless she chose to tint them, and her tongue was more delicious than that of any other woman he’d ever sampled. Her whiskers twitched, and her tail whipped back and forth down his back, buttocks, and leg. The soft fur of her belly cradled his cock, and he grew impossibly hard. “Do you bite, my little fox?”
Her ear quivered beneath his lips as he spoke. He’d stopped kissing her and simply petted her silky, silver fur. The softness of it was exquisite and created an erotic abrasion as he moved against her.
“No. Of course not.”
Her voice was barely above a whisper, and Gualin chuckled. How long would it take to have her screaming his name in pleasure, he wondered. “Even if I did this?” He dragged his cock down her abdomen slowly until he grazed through her nether lips and poised himself at her entrance.
She sucked in a breath but only breathed out, “No.”
“And what if I did this?” Gualin pressed the head inside her, stopping as soon as her hiss of indrawn breath stopped. It was a long moment before she breathed out again.
“No,” she said, “but if you don’t stop teasing and fuck me already, I just might.”
Gualin laughed. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Dalla growled at him and dug her nails into his ass, pulling him further inside her. It took all Gualin’s willpower not to groan. She was so wet and warm, and the combination of silky skin and equally silky fur against his groin was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced.
Dalla arched against him as he began to stroke into her. She wrapped one arm around his waist, while the other still clung to his ass. Sleekly muscled, fur-covered thighs gripped him with surprising strength. Her heels dug into the backs of his thighs.
Gualin buried his face in the fur of her neck. She smelled wild and musky, like her forest home. Her thick, bushy tail curled itself around his upper thigh and tickled him in the most delicious way. Every glide against her body was a feast of erotic sensation.
Dalla had fantasized about this for ages. His human skin was smooth against her, and she loved the way he felt against her fur. His hair dusted skin was its own kind of silky and added friction in all the right places. Of all the humans or human-like men she thought she’d experience sex with, she’d never even considered the prince of the Fae. He was the one man in all the forest she’d thought untouchable.
He was definitely proving himself worthy of his famed prowess with women. He stroked her fur almost lovingly, reverently, and for this moment in time, she was truly convinced his words were sincere. He made her feel like she was the only woman in the world. The only woman he would ever be with for the rest of his life.
With every thrust of his cock, every time he moved against her, body to fur, she shivered. She felt more alive and edgy than she could ever remember feeling before. Her climax was inevitable, but he held her off expertly, keeping her just on the edge of bliss. The delay was a kind of bliss in and of itself. If she could have sustained it, she would have loved to stay in that place just before orgasm for hours.
But it wasn’t possible.
Gualin ground his teeth. Counted backwards from one hundred. Anything he could to prolong the pleasure she was giving him so he could bring her to climax first. His cock grew harder with each thrust. With each scrape of her nails on his back, he came closer and closer to the edge of his control. It wouldn’t be long before he spent himself inside her, and there was nothing more he could do to slow things down.
Dalla panted loudly in his ear. Her lips sucked his lobe gently, and her tongue traced the delicate shell. When her pants turned to groans and whimpers, he knew she was close as well. Again, she dug her nails into his ass, pulling him to her with more and more urgency.
Changing the angle of his thrusts, Gualin tried desperately to add more friction to her clit, needing to bring her to orgasm before he got himself off. Coming before his mate would not be the way to start their sexual relationship.
“Great Mother!” she screamed. “Fuck me, Gualin. Fuck me! I’m coming!”
He slammed into her almost violently now. He could feel her pussy contracting around him. Surprisingly, Dalla sank her teeth into the flesh of his shoulder and when she did, no force on earth could have stopped his orgasm. With a grunt and a shout, he came inside her. Burst after burst exploded from him, and he marveled at how easy it had been to tie her to him. She would always bear his scent now. She was his.
Dalla’s whole body tingled. Sometime during her orgasm she’d closed her eyes tightly as she clamped down on Gualin’s shoulder. She hadn’t pierced his skin, but she’d still marked him. Maybe not as completely as he’d marked her, but still. Everyone in the forest would know the faery prince was hers.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you did, little fox.” Dalla half expected Gualin to be angry with her, but he only looked amused. “Claim me in any way you want. If it would ease your mind, I’ll even tattoo my wings to say ‘I belong to Dalla.’”
She tapped her lip with a finger. “You know, that’s not a bad -- Oh!”
In one swift motion, Gualin flipped her onto her stomach, gripped her waist in those big hands of his, and pulled her hips so that she was up on her knees. “I just might do that.” He brushed her tail aside and entered her from behind in one swift movement. Dalla gasped, arching her back and accepting him deeper into her core. “But first, I want more.”
With swift sure movements, Gualin slammed into her. She twisted and turned so that she could watch him from her position below him. His face was tense, and sweat beaded his skin. She reached behind her to grab his leg and urge him to move faster, to take his fill from her. Her pussy felt full and stretched with the size of him, and she loved it. Every stroke was better than the last, but she wanted more.
She lunged away from him, his cock sliding from her pussy leaving her feeling more empty than she liked. She was becoming too attached to him. Which probably made her next move a little foolish.
“I want you in my ass. If you’re going to claim me, even for a little while, claim all of me.” Dalla pulled her tail aside and spread her cheeks, inviting him to take her yet again.
Gualin brushed his fingers over her dripping cunt, smearing them around her puckered hole. She gasped when he slid one inside, then two.
“You’ve never been touched here. You honor me.”
Gualin worked her carefully. Dalla was touched that he’d take the time to ready her when she knew he was as turned on as she was. Still, it was time. She needed this. Wanted this. She wanted not only the sensations, but the man himself. She could feel a connection between them she’d never felt with any one else.
“Thanks, but less honoring, more fucking.”
Gualin chuckled, but obliged. Dalla loved the feeling of his cock sliding slowly, carefully, between the cheeks of her ass. She had been afraid there’d be some discomfort, but she felt only delicious pleasure.
Three strokes later and she felt his pelvis flush against her ass. Her tail twitched in pleasure when he gripped her hips and started moving. At first slowly, then more and more rapidly, he plunged into her. The foreign sensation was more erotic than she’d imagined. It seemed to combine with her already building pleasure and add its own harmony. The muffled staccato of his flesh against her silky fur created a lovely background to their combined their sighs and groans of pleasure. Dalla knew she’d never felt the need to make such noise before and suspected Gualin hadn’t either.
Finally, when she couldn’t stand the suspense anymore, she reached between her legs with her free hand and brushed her clit with her fingers. Immediately, it pulsed, and her cunt spasmed. She screamed and dug her nails into Gualin’s leg.
; “Fuck!” His own jerky motions told her he was coming, too. He slammed into her one last time, holding her to him as his cock pulsed and spurted his seed deep inside her for a second time. He pushed her forward and collapsed on top of her, never retreating from her still pulsing ass.
He rolled them to their sides. “Are you all right, Dalla?”
She gave him a big grin over her shoulder. Gualin’s heart almost stopped. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. It wasn’t customary for a faery to hold a mate beyond the traditional year, but he might have to see what could be done about that.
“Definitely.” She rubbed his nose with her own and nuzzled his face tenderly.
“Will you consent to being my mate for the remainder of the year?”
“Like I have a choice. No fox will come near me with your scent etched into my pussy and ass.” She didn’t sound upset.
“This is true. I marked you as mine for a year, but I confess it might not be the last time I do so.”
“Somehow, I have a feeling you intended to do that all along.” She didn’t look upset either.
“Perhaps. I’m a faery prince, and used to getting what I want.”
“You mean you’re a man, spoiled in every way, and take what you want no matter what.”
“Pretty much, yes.”
Her laughter was musical, and her eyes danced happily. “Typical. You’ll find life with a Snow Fox isn’t so easy. I’m demanding.”
“As in…?” Gualin kissed the end of her nose.
“As in, I demand you to fuck me again like you just did.”
He chuckled. “I think I can manage that. Are you going to bite me again?”
“I will if you make me wait again.”
He didn’t.
But she still did.
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