Wicked Magic Pt. 01

"And now the road is open," he said proudly, shooting a cheeky glance sideways at his sweet doe. "Just as you should be for me..."

She didn't catch that, ears twitching as she gasped faintly at the display of magic before her. Even though she did not possess the skills to learn magic for herself, not like her boyfriend, she was still very much in awe of it, her hands clasped together.

"Oh, master! That's amazing! I thought we were going to have to take the staff and break through to..."

Her eyes widened, the fox's paws running down her back, scratching either side of her spine with his short claws. Alyssa's breath caught, his paws roaming all the way down to the base of her tail, curling around.

"Oh... Sandor..."

She breathed and let her head fall back, but she didn't want to stop him, not even as she blushed furiously. They were still technically out in the open, even if they had somewhat made their own path through the forest -- well, Sandor had, she couldn't exactly claim any part in that. Oh, he was confusing her, her cheeks and her body heating up as she rocked back into his touch, his paws curling around her buttocks, squeezing faintly.

"Yes..." He murmured, eyes dancing with horny mischief. "I have another spell here that does not take any mana at all, in opening up your passage for me, darling..."

Although he spoke softly, Sandor's lust was impossible to hide behind his words, the doe-taur groaning as he pressed his fingers into her flesh. Panting lightly, she licked her lips, rolling her head from one side to the other, but such a motion wasn't going to relieve as much of the building tension in her body as she needed. No... That could only be done with Sandor, only with her lovely, white fox who made her heart beat so very quickly for him.

He slipped a finger under her tail, lower still, against the soft slit of her sex, knowing how to find it after so long together, so long making love, enjoying the pleasures of each other's bodies however they could. Her body might have been different to his, different to an anthro body, yet pleasure could be gleaned in the same way, at least for a lady, as he teased her entrance, the doe-taur's forelegs buckling sweetly.

"Oh, ohhh..." Alyssa moaned. "Please... Oh, what if someone sees us?"

Sandor rubbed his thumb over the top of her tail, shaking his head slightly.

"It's okay, honey, no one is here... No one's going to see us, it's just you and me, only you and me..."

That would have to be enough, at least for the moment, his finger sliding deep inside her, the taur gasping. It was good, so good, good enough to make her head spin, her body aching, her heart pounding, yet the thrill of doing it out in the open -- something that they had not done before -- was not so easy to dispel. Alyssa leaned into him as he pushed his fingers deeper, working them back and forth.

Ah, but he did not know whether he was just going to tease her, at least right then and there, or if he was going to press on, to see what further delights they could tease out in the soft greenness of the forest surrounding them. It was too tempting for him, after all the time that they had been private and secretive, never honestly doing anything outside the bedroom, not even kissing. That was why the kiss, not all that long ago, had bene so important to them, need rising in his loins, tightening, pulling his pants tauter and tauter around his hips.

Oh, but the need was there, so devout, so powerful, flowing through him with pump after pump of his fingers, feeling how her wetness clung to his fingers and strung out between them. He parted his two digits, outside her slit, and Alyssa blushed and moaned under him, as if she didn't much know what to do either, that she could do something with him then, even tough their relationship was one that had been hidden to such an extent before.

She moaned, whimpering lightly, her ears splaying out, needing it all, her body aching softly for him. He knew exactly how to draw on the twisting pulse of need deep within her body, to tease it to the forefront, step by step, more and more. There was no rush about it, even though there was a quest to go on too, but she clapped a hand over her mouth, if only to try to hide her moans and her blush, though they were both failing acts, to say the least of it.

"Don't hide from me..." He whispered. "You look so beautiful like this..."

That shocked her a little, embarrassment and shyness tangling up together in her heart, though it was not as if they had not spoken to each other like that before. It was just the raw, sheer honesty in his voice, brimming over, that got to her, as if Sandor could not bear to go a single minute more without telling her how much he loved her, how he adored her.

She panted, but the deer was still acutely aware of the time there, the quest that was still to complete. It had to be getting into the late afternoon and twilight would soon fall, too quickly, even though they were in the summer months, offering them some of the longest days of light of the year. With a great effort of will, she rose, curling her forelegs under her and pushing up, though the weight of the bags strapped and buckled around her, even though they were comfortable, did not help there.

"Sweetheart... Ah... Ohhh... We can't... Mmm... Sandor, that's enough...for now..."

Weakly, she rose, meeting his grinning face with helpless eyes, even though the deer-taur, of course, was far from such. He was only teasing her, all to get that beautiful blush back on her face, just as he liked it, though Alyssa was rather warming up to the feeling too. It was a prickling tingle that ached deeply through her, the wetness of her slit throbbing for more.

For she didn't just want his fingers, she wanted his shaft too, making sweet love to her long into the night. But, first, they had to reach a good place to set up camp so that they were secure for the night. At least, that was what Alyssa kept in mind as she stood again, stroking his white-furred head briefly, an awkward sort of pat that only had him chuckling.

But the doe-taur could, in her own way, take back control of the moment, kissing him softly, her nose quivering as if she was more deer than woman, if only for a moment, though it was only a faint sensation. As he had before, her lover and partner kissed her back as passionately, tongues slipping in together, though it was Sandor who led, the fox's tail wagging delightedly at being so close to her again. He did, in a small way, regret teasing her so, but it would only make their time together later even sweeter for it, her body warmed up and ready.

Soon... He thought, pressing in tighter, his arms squeezing in around her. Soon... He would let everyone know what his glorious doe, his sweetheart, the light of his heart, what she meant to him. No one that mattered should ever care about a relationship like his, one that benefitted them both with a give and a take that he had hardly dared imagine could be his. And anyone that thought they had a say over who he was with could face him in a duel.

He was sure Elder Ron would approve of that.

"Once this quest is over, he whispered, their lips still barely apart, brushing, barely touching, sweetly so. "I will tell everyone in the town...and beyond...what you mean to me. I don't intend to hold you secret any longer, Alyssa, and I hope you can forgive me for keeping the secret for this long. You are too wonderful to hide and it should never have happened."

She whimpered, nipping at her lip, hand stroking his face, fingertips running along the line of his cheekbones.

"But...I don't want anything to happen to you... Your reputation..."

"To hell and back again with my reputation!" He exclaimed, passion lacing his words as the fox raised his voice. "I don't care about things like that...as long as I have you. And as long as you have me... Everything will then be okay."

She nodded, amazed that he truly cared that much for her, though the fox had never been shy about his feelings for her, not after that first time they had confessed, awkward and fumbling, barely adults. They'd waited long enough for it, their feelings for each other, blossoming naturally, to be fair. But it was what they wanted, to be able to be open with one another, not hiding their relationship, even if Alyssa was more than happy to hide things, if only for his sake. Things might become more difficult for her too, with rumours and worse spreading, but there was little she honestly felt that she could not handle, as long as her sweet, sweet fox was by her side.

Sandor smiled, drawing her close as they walked, Alyssa's giggles light on his ears. Oh, how he'd needed those giggles, the softness of them, how they were better than the finest music from any instrument. Yet after all that time, he had managed to become one who could finally protect Alyssa, strong and in a position at long last where he could do good and right by her.

She knew it too, though Alyssa still marvelled, as they walked along, like the long-time lovers that they were, that he had chosen her, in the end, that he had become so calm, so collected, so confidently powerful in himself. He was a far cry from the white fox she had fallen in love with, though she distinctly remembered the times she had comforted him after he'd returned from his schooling.

Those had not been the best of days and one of the reasons, she suspected, that Sandor had pressed on to become as powerful as he could, to never be in that position again. For he had been terribly bullied when he was younger, not for any reason that Alyssa could honestly understand, for it seemed petty at best when he sobbed the stories to her, showing his true, vulnerable side. They'd even struck him, the other children sending him home to his parents and family with black eyes, though there was little his parents could do about it. Even though they were from a merchant family, they did not have the power that the other nobles did, those higher up in society.

Thus, they could not protect their son and it hurt them too.

She was glad, very much so, that he had moved past that, for it was not a trial that he deserved to carry with him. Although, there was one incident, long ago, where he had confessed a crush to her too. That had been more surprising than anything else and something that had made the doe-taur bury her feelings for the fox even deeper than before, for the anthro that Sandor had had a crush on was handsome indeed. Moreover, he was a male -- an anthro tiger with an easy smile and fierce eyes. When he had been over at Sandor's family home, he hadn't given the doe-taur the time of day, but that was what she had come to expect from others. It was better than being mocked and scorned, as she grew up and found her own little place in the world, what little corner of it she could make her own.

But that crush had not come to anything, the fox all grown up, an adult moving forward in his life -- and, still, he had kept her by his side. Not by force, but he had asked her -- actually asked her! And that might have been the most surprising thing of all.

Ah, those were memories, only memories, and the doe-taur shook herself out of them, skipping ahead of Sandor with a little hop. They didn't have any place in her mind, not when she was with her partner, the one who she, hopefully, would spend every last day to the end of her life with.

There was nothing and no one that Alyssa wanted more.

Several days of trekking passed with varying degrees of speed, considering the altitude, the forest calling them on, though the path was narrow and winding. Sandor used his magic to open up a path whenever needed, though, with respect to the forest, closing the path after them again was important too and took more energy than merely opening up the path to begin with. It did no good to leave the forest as if a new route had been cut through it: if that was ever meant to pass, the blessing of the land and mana itself would have to be asked first.

However, when they closed in on their destination, bones tried and heavy, along with the cloying weariness of their limbs, they were forced to set up camp. It had been a trialling, yearning trek so far and not one that they could pursue past nightfall, a wolf howling in the distance. Alyssa was naturally warier of wolves than Sandor was, being a prey species in part, but neither truly knew what the wolves out in the wilds were really like. It was not as if they came around the towns and villages much, warded off by magic and those with cruder, non-magical weapons used when protecting livestock and crops.

Setting up the tent with Sandor, Alyssa's skin prickled with need, feeling the presence of her partner so close to her, as if the essence of him was pressing in against her without actually touching. It was an exotically alluring feeling, not one that she had ever given all that much thought to before, breath catching, hitching, need rising, moment by moment.

And yet it would have to wait until they were inside the tent and prepared, a fire crackling in the pit they dug outside, ringed with stones to contain it, everything just so. They'd broken and set up camp so many times over by that point that it came naturally to them, finding their roles easily, for they had worked out what they were best at and used their strengths to their best advantage.

The tent was set in a small clearing that the fox had created, using his magic and mana supply to push back the vegetation, even though it was still thick around them. No one without magic would have been able to traverse the unwelcoming forest as swiftly as they had, but even they did not know, not yet, what true horrors lurked within.

In the tent, Sandor licked his lips, eyes gleaming faintly in the low light, the light of the fire illuminating the inside of the tent, though their figures were soft in there with no defined edges. It left a glow, but his paws were as gentle as ever as they stroked down her back to unbuckle the packs, letting them slip to the ground.

Alyssa's breath caught, tail flicking up without any conscious thought, though it was not as if that part of her, her desire, was under her control. She could control, of course, how she reacted to it, but whether it was there or not was something beyond her comprehension, the tickling tease of his fingers massaging and working their way gently down her spine sending her shivering delightedly.

"My darling..."

Oh, Alyssa loved how his words poured over her like warm honey, sinking past her skin, right into her soul. He did not stop there, helping her out of her top too, a leather wrapping that kept her breasts covered while allowing her full flexibility and range of motion -- just as she preferred her attire to be. Other than that, the doe-taur was completely bare as her lover stripped before her.

First his cloak, spilling to the floor in a ripple of blue fabric, too fine to wear out on a quest, but suiting Sandor all the same. And then his shirt, a soft, functional off-white cotton that made his fur look even purer, when there could be no such thing.

Of course, Alyssa knelt on her forelegs to help him off with his boots, for it was something that she had always taken pleasure in doing for him, all so her boyfriend did not have to bend or strain, a smile pulling at his lips.

He always told her that she didn't have to do that for him, that she didn't have to act like that. But it was something that Alyssa wanted to do and it was that which made all the difference for her. She was not his servant but his partner, in more ways than one.

When his pants and undergarments pooled on the floor of the tent next, he drew her up to stand once more, kissing her faintly. For a moment, all there was lingered in the sound of their breathing, a soft moan from her lips, the fox's tail wagging, brushing the side of the tent in a sweeping motion of fur against functional, magically-infused fabric.

"I'm so lucky to be with you," he breathed, drawing her in close, his arms around her, paws down in the small of her back, rubbing slow, soothing circles. "Sweetheart... Thank you so much for coming with me. You didn't have to and I know this journey has not been comfortable for you. But it has bene made all the better for having you here with me."

She blushed and kissed his cheek tenderly, hoping to hide the glow of shyness in her face, even if that was unlikely to be something that she could ever hide from a partner who knew her as well as Sandor did. She "bopped" his nose with the tip of her finger, making him snuffle and startle back slightly, the doe-taur giggling.

"I think, good sir, you might just be trying to seduce me..."

Sandor's eyes widened, though the fox did not hide the lopsided grin that leapt to his lips, nor the wag of his tail.

"And what if I am?"

By way of answer, she held her finger to her lips and backed out of the tent, his paw in her hand. Although she might have been shy, she was still taur who could make her own decisions and she knew who she loved, who she wanted to be with intimately, so very sweetly so.

In the light of the fire, the flap of the tent falling behind them, they kissed deeply, passion flaring behind their touch. It was not the first time they had mated during their time out in the forest, but it was a sweeter time, a time that felt as if something was changing between them. The closeness between them, away from the town, had had a chance to grow more freely and it was that which was more important than anything else. For the lack of hiding had changed things, perhaps forever, and all for the better too.

Though they did not have to think about that, not right then, not as Alyssa softly folded her legs under her body, lying down on the seating blanket that Sandor had laid out for her, a log beside them that was a little closer to the fire. But they were to be down on the ground that time, their bodies working perfectly together as his body responded to the pull of lust, shaft fleshing out with blood and rising to attention.

Alyssa whimpered as his paws travelled sensually down her body, from her human half to her deer half, the taur embodying two parts of a whole. Her chest and flanks shuddered with breath, her anatomy unlike that of any anthro, but she could not help rolling her hips lightly back into his touch as his fingers, once more, found the softness of her slit.

The fox was not about to hold back, not as he spread her open, fingers dipping inside, finding them swiftly slick with her juices, her arousal flowing freely. Rumbling a pleased growl, Sandor pressed his fingers deeper, groping her hindquarters with his other paw, feeling the sensuality of her body, how her backside rounded out softly even with the harder layer of muscle underneath. She was beautiful exactly the way she was, though the fox could have spent hour upon hour ravishing Alyssa's body with his eyes alone, even if the option had been there for more.

Without the restriction of clothing, he could do as he willed, dropping to the blanket as Alyssa whispered his name, lips and tongue at the ready. Her breathy moan twisted into a needy cry, tail twitching above him, as Sandor nuzzled in close, tongue flickering out to lap over her slit, the tantalising heat of her folds.

"Ohhhh..."

His tongue, oh, it was the best. Whether it was flicking over her slit or delving deeper, even curling up against her clit, tucked a prayer within the entrance, though still only a part of her that could be revealed when she was turned on and dripping. Alyssa had been embarrassed, before, about how wet she got for him, though her sweet fox had always been kind enough to tell her that it was all fine, all natural, that he loved her exactly the way she was.