Story Excerpt

The marsh silk blindfold sits coiled in my palm like a sleeping serpent, its weight negligible but its promise heavy as sin.
I trace my fingers along the fabric, feeling how it shifts and flows, impossibly smooth against my calloused fingertips. Three days I’ve carried it with me, tucked against my breast beneath layers of linen and leather, warming it with my body heat until it feels like an extension of my own skin. The elder who gifted it to me traded it, really, for a favor I’m still not certain I should have promised told me it would know when the time was right.
I’m starting to think the damn thing has a mind of its own.
The Whispering Depths stretch before me, cypress knees rising from murky water like the gnarled fingers of some ancient god. Spanish moss sways in the thick, humid air, and somewhere in the distance, a bird calls out low and mournful. The sound echoes across the water, multiplying until I can’t tell if there’s one bird or a dozen.
My boots sink into the soft moss at the water’s edge. I should turn back. The sun is already dipping toward the horizon, painting the sky in shades of amber and rust that remind me too much of my own reflection. But my feet keep moving forward, following the narrow path that winds between the trees.
I know he’s here. Garrett. I can feel his presence like a pressure against my skin, that familiar weight that makes my breath come faster and my pulse quicken in my throat.
The blindfold burns in my hand. I soon felt the feeling of stripping naked, and I did, I also place the blindfold over my eyes, as I did so I then felt hands come over me as I move my hands in the back of me.
Here I am naked, expose, and my fox tail, and two fox ears, are alert and wondering what is going on as I lead somewhere deeper into the swamp, as my bare feet can feel the moss, and other parts of the swamp.
I stop for a moment as my feet hit the skin of someone else is lying down on the ground of the swamp, naked. I am then moved over the person, and lowered as I gasp as I felt the blunt head of a cock as it rubs against the opening of my pussy, and as it enters me, I feel as it goes deeper inside of me, till it reaches my cervix.
I gasp, as hands reached and touch my breasts as I am lean forward into the man below me, as he begins to suck and kiss my neck, and then my breasts.
He starts to thrust deep inside of me, and I then felt yet another blunt head of a cock, slowly enter my ass, as my tail twitches around, as I figured out now what the blindfold is for.
My mouth is wide open as someone turns my head and I felt another cock enter my wet and warm mouth. The salty and blend taste of a cock, as it goes down my throat as pubic hair tickles my chin, and cheeks as I have all three of my holes being fucked by three strangers, whom I have no idea who or what is around me.
The sensations overwhelm every nerve ending, short-circuiting my ability to think. I can only feel the thick cock stretching my pussy, hitting that spot deep inside that makes my thighs tremble; the impossible fullness in my ass that burns and aches and somehow feels right; the weight on my tongue, the invasion of my throat that makes me gag and drool around the shaft.
My fox ears twitch frantically, trying to pick up any sound that might tell me who these men are. But all I hear is my own muffled moaning, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, the grunts and groans of male pleasure surrounding me.
“Such a good little fox,” a gravelly voice rumbles beneath me. Garrett. Relief and arousal spike through me in equal measure. His calloused hands grip my hips, guiding my movements as he thrusts up into me with brutal precision.
The cock in my ass pushes deeper, and I recognize the raw, primal force behind it. Asher. He doesn’t speak, just grips my tail at the base, using it for leverage as he pounds into me. The sensation sends electric shocks up my spine, making my whole body convulse.
The third man Levi, it has to be withdraws from my mouth just long enough for me to gasp for air before sliding back in. His movements are measured, calculated, each thrust timed perfectly to when I need to breathe.
“You wanted this,” Garrett growls against my ear. “Wanted to be filled, used, claimed by all of us at once.”
I try to nod, but I can barely move. I’m pinned between them, impaled on their cocks, completely at their mercy. My own wetness drips down my thighs, mixing with sweat and the humid marsh air.
What Garrett said is true, I did in fact want this, and I am for sure getting what I both wanted and needed to have. The smell of my arousal and my heat, mix with the smells and scents of the marsh around me, and the sweaty naked bodies of the three men whom I knew for a while as their cocks thrust in and out of me.
I knew with each thrust, the idea of becoming pregnant comes to mind, as Garrett’s own cock is deep inside of my pussy, at the same time me being a fox kemonomimi I knew that me being heat does not mean I am fertile it just happens every three months, and this is part of how my body works.
They knew this about this well, same with the elders, and where I live. This was neither some random event, or some inherited way of fucking me for fucks sake no. These three men, knew who I am and I knew them.
I pant like a dog, as the three of them thrust inside of me, the scent of my heat, mix with the humid air and everything else, could indeed bring others to the area, and to see me a female Fox Kemonomimi naked and being fucked blindfolded, and tied behind my back by three handsome human males, would sure entice them if any to maybe join in.
Would they allow them to, yes. They would, and I knew it, as the cock in my mouth left my mouth as he wanted to watch and wait for a better prize my pussy.
I bounce on two cocks at once as they fuck my ass and pussy, I could feel with each thrust, the need and desire of more then what I am being given is of course there, and will always be there.
My mouth hangs open, drool sliding down my chin as I gasp and moan into the thick marsh air. Without Levi’s cock occupying my throat, I can finally voice the desperate sounds building inside me. Each thrust from Garrett below and Asher behind tears a new cry from my lips, raw and animalistic.