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Chapter 10: Intimate Relief

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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Krystal sat on one of the ledges overlooking the mine. DarkIce Mines had gone from a shadowy, hellish place filled with prisoners and threatening guards to a brightly lit pit filled with partying lizards. The blue-furred vixen shifted slightly, adjusting her posture as she watched the Sharpklaw take their pleasures with drink and food, with dance and body, and did her best not to stare overmuch at their antics. It was sufficient that they were happy and not bothering her and Fox; considering the alternatives if they had failed to defeat Galdon – or not made the deal in the first place – she could be content with them being a little…debauched.

[i]It’s not like it tempts me or anything…[/i]

That was a lie, of course. The blue-furred vixen pulled one leg back from the ledge, pressing her knee against her bare breasts and wondering what would happen if she were to join them down there. Considering the lustful gazes that they’d had when she and Fox had left the great pit and come back out of the battle arena, she had no doubt that she’d have her choice of partners. The Sharpklaw seemed to see her and Fox – the ‘fuzzies,’ as the dinosaurs called them – as creatures to be desired, and she would just bet that they’d make all kinds of…offers…if she was in arm’s reach.

She could handle that. What she wasn’t sure about was whether she could keep from saying ‘yes.’

Krystal leaned her chin on her knee, thinking about what the first Krazoa spirit had said. She needed to stay true and pure, but with her various encounters, she was starting to wonder if it meant the same thing that she had first imagined he did. Sex didn’t seem to be a problem, or at least, not the sort of sex that she had been having.

[i]If you can call it that…[/i]

Fighting the urge to spread her legs or to touch herself, Krystal forced her leg back down. The heat from the great fire down at the bottom of the mines licked up along the mine walls, the heat passing under her feet and between her toes before creeping up her legs. It was warm, sensual, and certainly enjoyable enough.

And more than a trifle distracting.

“Krystal?”

Thankful for the interruption to her horny thoughts, she glanced over her shoulder. Fox, as naked as she was, leaned against one of the railings a level up from her. She didn’t miss the way that his dick poked out past the railing, and she chuckled to herself.

“Going to join me?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“I could use the company.”

He nodded, making his way to the steps. She observed him for a moment, enjoying the way that his body looked. Muscular, powerful, but not overly large; he was suitable for someone like her, and…

Well, from the way that his nose and tongue had been so eager under one of the walkways, she knew that he was…interested. She smiled ruefully to herself, pressing her legs together at the phantom sensation of his tongue under her tail and against her sex. He had been [i]ravenous[/i] back then, almost as if he had been driven mad by her scent. She hadn’t thought that she could be that…appealing…to someone else before, and it still touched her heart to know that she had been.

But at the same time…

[i]What does it mean, to stay…pure?[/i]

At the very least, she knew that it didn’t mean to allow someone to just take her. What the Sharpklaw would offer would be too much, too heavy a price for her to pay. Someone like Fox, though, with the way that he was so obviously respectful…perhaps a little too respectful…

The vixen smiled at the thought, shaking her head as her fellow warrior joined her. He sat down with his legs hanging over the side just like hers, his shaft half-hard and laying over his thigh as he got comfortable. She wondered just what had inspired that: her, or some of the thoughts of…

She could look, she supposed. It wouldn’t be hard.

But that was why she didn’t. If it was easy, then it wasn’t worth it. And he hadn’t invited her, more to the point. It was one thing to be close enough to read the minds of your fellows in combat, but to do it outside of that…well, it wasn’t as polite, and it would be a bit crass, as well.

“Thinking of the fight with Galdon?” he asked.

“…Well, I had managed to distract myself, but that isn’t working anymore,” she admitted.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she said, shaking her head. “It was…an experience for both of us, I think.”

“That’s putting it pretty damn mildly,” Fox muttered, shaking his head.

It was, honestly. She remembered the constant back and forth in the beast’s mouth, how she had barely managed to hold on at times as the massive dinosaur’s tongue pressed between his legs. Thankfully, he was too large for his tongue to ever slide inside of her, but the fact that it was so huge, that it pressed her against the roof of his mouth or against his cheeks, the wet slime that coated her constantly and the lust that was forced on her from every single wet grind against his tongue –

She shook her head as she pressed her thighs together. Her body still remembered the pleasure, and her mind was still confused as to how that could have been pleasurable in the first place. That was a mystery that she doubted that she was going to solve anytime soon.

“Was it…for you, too?” she asked.

“Mmm-hmm. I did not know a tongue – you know, back there – could feel so good.”

“Males can enjoy that?” she asked.

“Apparently. Didn’t think that it was something we could get into, but, uh, yeah.”

The image of Fox on his back, his legs spread as she worked his shaft with one hand and dug her nose beneath his sac and between his cheeks filled her mind. Krystal’s eyes widened as she imagined it in exquisite detail, thinking of how it would feel to see him shiver and moan, to know that she was getting to him in a way that he didn’t know how to handle. It would be a weak spot in a very different sort of battle, and –

And that was something that was below her. She might have done that for someone else, perhaps, as a very loving gift, but not so casually as that. She was not so…so low as…

Oh, she needed a distraction, and she needed it badly. She scooted a bit closer to Fox, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. His body was warm, but it was a different warm than the ghostly tongues of the distant flame had. It was…comforting.

Solid.

“Have you ever had to fight for your life like that?” she asked.

“Heh, yeah.”

“Against something that big?”

“Not outside the ship, but a few times, yeah.”

“And after?”

“Didn’t have someone like you to hold me, that’s for sure. That’s, uh, that’s new.”

She could have read his mind, but with the slight throbbing going on in easy view, she knew what he meant. He was holding back again, keeping himself from pushing himself on her. It was respectful, and there was a part of her that was quite grateful for his honor.

And at the same time, there was a part of her that wished that he would take the whole thing out of her hands. Arguing with herself about what was and wasn’t allowed with her whole quest was getting her nowhere, and her body…

Her body wasn’t satisfied from all the teasing in Galdon’s mouth, and she wanted something that would take her the rest of the way. Fox could do that, and it would feel natural, right, normal. She needed normal after something so…so different as that, but she could already feel that he wasn’t going to push that line. He was too ‘good’ for that, considering he still didn’t look anywhere but her eyes when he was around her.

[i]…I could…see if he can be pushed…[/i]

It was something a bit cruel, but he had yet to act on seeing her, or being close to her. Her scent had been enough to push him over the edge while they were hiding, but that wasn’t something that she could do quite so inconspicuously now. He’d see it coming, and he might want to move away. But there were other options, other ways to tease him, and she had picked one from his mind earlier, something that she hadn’t seen done before, but one that she felt she could do now.

“Fox?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you mind giving me a massage?” she asked.

“…Heh. I guess I can do that.”

She smiled, slowly pushing back from the edge and turning to face him properly. Before he could get up, she extended her leg and rested her heel on his thigh. Not quite pressing it against his crotch, but getting pretty close.

Oh, she felt the heat coming off him from that. He was embarrassed, but not humiliated. His cock twitched ever so slightly over his balls, more from proximity than anything, she was sure. He looked down at her leg, then up at her with an eyebrow raised. Krystal didn’t say anything; she just wiggled her toes and rolled her foot from side to side, grinding her heel into his thigh with her silent request.

Fox sighed, a put-upon smile on his face as he lifted her foot and set to rubbing it. His thumbs dug into the ball of her foot for a moment before sliding further down, and despite it being more of a tease, she still enjoyed it. The vixen closed her eyes, sighing under her breath as she let the feeling of his gentle, firm touch settle on her. She was surprised how much tension that worked out of her, and she leaned back, resting on her arms as he got to work on her foot properly.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“Mmmm…”

“Heh…didn’t think that you’d like this so much.”

“It is rare that another warrior would tend to us this way…in my memories,” she admitted, shaking her head as she felt his thumbs work down her foot, going from the arch to the heel and digging in. “Mmmph…”

“Sounds like you needed this.”

“More than you know…”

With her eyes closed, she didn’t know if he was staring or not, but she let her legs spread. Not much, but enough to show just how wet she was down there. Some of it was due to him being around, but some of it –

[i]That tongue sliding between my legs.

The eyes of the Sharpklaw staring at my bouncing breasts.

The feel of sweat running down my back and between my cheeks.

Being a thing everyone wants.

Desired.

Needed.

Obsessed with.[/i]

It had her slippery and more eager than she entirely wanted to be. She rolled her hips, hoping it looked like she was just adjusting her posture, but oh, she wanted something in there. Fingers or something more, it almost didn’t matter, just as long as it soothed the teased-up heat that had taken root down there.

Fox’s massage slowed for a second, and she opened one eye again. He was looking down, but as soon as she started to look at him, he brought his eyes up again. She glanced down while he studiously avoided meeting her eyes, and wasn’t surprised at all to see him so hard. Hard and drippy, for that matter, oozing down his length and over his sac, adding to the subtle but growing scent of musk in the air.

[i]Mmmm, all this, and you still give me that respect…[/i]

It was sweet, but misplaced. She needed to take it up a notch.

With Fox so focused on the foot he was massaging, she knew that he wouldn’t see anything else. She slowly stretched her other leg out, toes pointed down right up to the point where she managed to slide his cock between them.

As he jerked, she curled her toes a bit tighter. He huffed, closing his eyes and tilting his head down and away as she slowly dragged her foot up, up, up along his shaft, feeling it throbbing between her digits.

[i]This is…new…[/i]

And rather intoxicating, she had to admit. Knowing that he was so horned up for her was one thing; feeling it against her body was something else entirely. As she teased him, bringing her toes to the head of his shaft and curling them around the head, she felt his dripping pre-cum oozing between her toes. It was messy, slimy, and definitely dirtier than one might have imagined it being, but…

But it was sensual, as well, and…and very enjoyable.

She spread her toes further, letting the slime coat the space between them before dragging her foot back down. Fox whimpered, lifting her other leg as he huffed and puffed. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, she pushed his cock against his stomach, pinning it there with her foot.

“Nnngh…Krystal…”

“Fox. I want to be clear with you.”

“Mmmph?”

“I want…to enjoy you,” she said, slowly dragging her foot up and down his shaft again. “I want to enjoy you properly…and I want both of us to be thinking clearly as we leave. The Sharpklaw can’t see us up here…and we’ll hear them if they get anywhere close.”

“But you –”

“I am capable of making…my own…decisions.”

Though she would have been lying if she said that she was making them completely soberly at the moment. Her body, her sex, was in charge, and she wasn’t going to be making any calls that denied them what they wanted.

As she dragged her toes down to the base of his cock, feeling his balls churning against the underside of her foot, Fox finally looked her in the eyes. He didn’t look away as he finally put her other foot down, though he did huff as she kept grinding gently against his shaft. He just…stared.

“Fox?”

“Krystal, I…I do want to do this, but –”

“But what?”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m [i]very[/i] sure. And I will be more than willing to stop you if you go too far.”

“Heh, you think that you could?”

“We can find out.”

He nodded, and that was all she needed. Krystal pulled her leg back, spreading them slowly, and Fox crawled closer to her. They were in the darkness now, away from the ledge, away from the light, but they knew each other too well, now.

He was over her, his face looking down at her. She smiled, cupping his shaft and sac in one hand, feeling his juices dripping on her and cooling against the bottom of her foot.

[i]So naughty…

So needy…[/i]

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She joined him, meeting him, feeling him –

[i]Lust.

Need.

Want.

Fear.

Desire.

Confusion.

Overwhelming want.[/i]

They shared each other’s feelings, their emotions meeting and melding and becoming something else by the time their lips parted. They panted for breath, their eyes locked on each other, barely able to see more than the glint in the other’s eyes. For a split-second, Krystal could see herself through Fox’s eyes before the unintentional telepathic link failed, and she saw a vixen of utmost desire.

She could [i]feel[/i] his utter want for her, the all-consuming lust and wanton desire that spread through him whenever he looked down at her. She could feel his arousal, his urges to play with her breasts, the perversions that danced in his head when he looked all over her, and they fed her own. She wondered, briefly, how it would feel to do some of the things that he fantasized about, and wondered if she could make herself do it.

[i]Not now…not now…[/i]

But she couldn’t face him, not properly, not knowing that he was feeling for her like that and not quite knowing what he would have seen in return. So, she patted his balls gently and gave him a nudge.

“Let me…change position…”

She wasn’t sure what she would do; she had precious little knowledge of sexual deviancy compared to the rest of the galaxy, it seemed, but she could at least move around. She got on all fours –

And then he was on her.

His hands gripped her from the sides, holding her hips, and her tail went up before she realized what she was doing. Her mouth hung open as his cock slid between her legs, rubbing against her pussy, against her thighs, dribbling all over her.

[i]Taking me from behind.

Like an animal.

Like his thing.

Like his possession.[/i]

It was hot…too hot, too hot for her right then.

Before he could push in, before he could claim her, she shoved her hips back. It was more forceful than she meant, and he went backward, tumbling onto his ass. She reached back to stabilize herself, knocking him back further still.

In less than a second, they’d gone from her being on all fours to her sitting on him, straddling his waist, with his cock inside of her. The shift, the feeling of being so full, and the power of being the one on top, shocked her to her core. She didn’t move; she couldn’t.

[i]He’s inside me…[/i]

And it was so different.

So new.

So powerful.

As Fox groaned, grunting and huffing under her, she could tell that he was trying to move, trying to do something, but she was the one in charge now. She flicked her tail across his face, a gentle bat that nudged him to stay where he was and not touch anything.

[i]I’m in charge,[/i] she thought. [i]If I’m in charge, then I can’t break the rules. I can’t do something that makes me…lose something. I can just…do what I want.[/i]

“Krystal?”

Fox. Yes. She slowly looked over her shoulder at him. Unlike when she looked up at him leaning over the railing, or any other time that she’d seen him since she’d met him, this was a different view. He was under her, under her control and under her hips. He couldn’t get up without her permission, nor thrust without her consent.

She clenched, feeling him inside and seeing him grunt in response. Her body owned him. Her body controlled his cock.

It was…amazing.

“You want me to move?” she asked, a little edge creeping into her voice as she smiled. “You want me to make you feel good?”

“Mmmph…you’re already doing that…”

“Well, maybe I should stay right here…just enjoy you like this…”

“Nnngh, no, please…please, just…”

He was still too nice, but this time, that was…better. She could enjoy him this way and not worry about anything going wrong.

So, she moved.

Up. The feeling of his tip sliding along her inner walls was more insistent this time, more obvious as she moved slower along his cock. He gasped behind her and she had to turn her head forward again. Oh, it was good; the feeling of being stretched was one thing, but having it moving inside of her was so much better.

Up, up, up, taking her time to make her way to the tip, feeling it grinding against her inner walls in all the best ways, knowing that it was going to come close to sliding out but knowing just where it was. She leaned forward, her hands on his thighs, taking her time to really get it to just the right place.

As she leaned forward, she could feel his eyes on her, and for the first time, she knew that he was staring honestly at her. His shaft throbbed inside, tensing and pulsing and spitting pre-cum within her. She wondered if he was staring at her sex, stretching out and pulling back from how much he stretched her out, or if he was staring up at the other hole. She knew he wanted that, too; he had so many fantasies in his head, and they were settling in hers the more that she thought about them.

[i]The other hole, where I can’t get pregnant.[/i]

Oh, that was a thought, but she suppressed it for the moment. She wanted to risk this. She needed this too much to stop.

Up, up, up, right to the tip, feeling it sliding, about to pop out of her. Fox groaned, his hands moving –

PLAP!

Then she slammed her hips back down. She was more aware than ever of the way her ass jiggled as soon as it hit him, pinning him down. Oh, was she that big? Was she that…curvy? That luscious?

Oh, that hit her [i]hard.[/i]

Krystal closed her eyes as she rode him, seeing herself as he did. This woman, this vixen, this near-goddess on top of him with curves to die for. They weren’t even words, just feelings that came off him and fed her ego and libido.

Goddess.

Vixen.

Slut.

They were coming fast and furious, and she could see herself as one or all of those terms. They were just another word for a different type of female having fun with her male, and she could just –

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

She lost herself to the motions, feeling him sliding in and out, in and out, and every single plap of her ass against his crotch brough more of the connection to his fantasies, his desires. The way that he kept seeing her as something different, the way that his fantasies kept throbbing and swelling just like his cock, seared her mind.

A goddess wrapped in black rubber.

A slut in leather and a collar.

A milked maid with her breasts against his shaft.

A warrior queen with her foot on his head and her toes in his mouth.

He had a hundred ways of viewing her, a hundred fantasies of what they could do together. He saw her as everything that she could be, and everything that she was, and there was nothing but want and desire for her.

It was just hidden under that ‘respect’ that he was holding tight to. If he could just relax, if he could let go of seeing her as a ‘proper woman’ and just see her as a female –

[i]Not safe yet.[/i]

She pushed back again, and again, and again. Krystal was no longer sure if she was riding him for her pleasure, showing off her ass, giving herself to him for her pleasure, or trying to slam his body into the ground and see him submit to her. It didn’t matter, she supposed; as long as she got what she needed.

In.

Out.

Plap.

Plap.

Plap.

Fox moaned under her, his hands weakly gripping at her hips. Not to pull her down faster, she realized, but because he was barely holding back. His cock was harder than ever inside of her, and she swore that she could feel the little veins on the side as he huffed and puffed against her tail.

“Getting close?” she whispered with more of a tease than she realized she could manage.

“Nnngh…mmm-hmm…”

“Then…CUM!”

She squeezed down on him, taking away his choice. He moaned, weakly arching his back and holding himself inside of her, his fingers clenching against her hips, and she held herself pinned against him.

Heat.

Wet.

Warm.

Pleasure.

His pleasure rolled over her, and she moaned as she went over the edge with him. Her body tensed, tightening and clenching in a way that she never did when she had taken care of her pleasure before. This…this was something new.

This was better.

This was so much better.

#

Krystal felt strange the next morning. Not bad, precisely, but not quite herself, either. She remembered leaving Fox after they’d come down from their peaks of pleasure, sliding off to one of the water sources in the mine to wash up, and knew that he’d done the same.

[i]That was…[/i]

She leaned back, her loincloth back where it was supposed to be, and her bra the same. It wasn’t quite enough to stay warm on the icy surface, but Fox had gone on ahead to get the Arwing, and she was waiting at the entrance of the mines with Belinde Te and the other Snowhorns, so it wasn’t so bad.

She half-wished that the irritable Snowhorns would talk to her. As irritating as their nature could be, at least it would keep her thoughts off of the night before.

The vixen still couldn’t believe that she’d gone through with that. Oh, she knew that there were all kinds of reasons for giving into her body’s needs, or just having a little bit of fun with someone that she trusted, but now that the moment was gone, she couldn’t help but think of it more critically. Very critically, as it turned out, to the point of feeling dirty about what she had done with Fox.

And the way that he saw her…and how she liked that…

She gripped her staff that much tighter as she imagined how all the Cerineans would have thought of her if they knew what she’d done. How she’d…gotten more excited at the idea of being so much more than a warrior…or so much less…

[i]It’s not right. It’s…[/i]

And yet, she had gotten off to it, and then some. His pleasure, his fantasies, his needs, had driven her higher and higher, and she could not remember another time that she had hit her climax [i]that[/i] hard. She shivered as she remembered just how wet the walkway had been when they’d come apart, and how much seed had dribbled from her when she was trying to clean herself out.

[i]If I don’t get pregnant from that, it’ll be a miracle,[/i] Krystal thought, resting her head against the staff. [i]Stars, I did not think he would…[/i]

But she had ordered it, and pushed him. And he’d liked it.

Krystal sighed, pushing herself upright. Belinde Te looked back at her.

“Your…friend will be back soon?” the Snowhorn matriarch asked.

“I’m sure he will be.”

“It doesn’t feel right.”

“I assure you, we know what we’re doing.”

“No, this…deal, with the Sharpklaw. They’re monsters.”

Krystal leaned against the staff, looking up at the young matriarch. She kept staring until Belinde looked down at her with a glare.

“What?”

“Do you want to go back down there and kill them, then?”

“What – I – no, that would be suicide, and –”

“You don’t want to die. And they don’t want to die, either. When we made that deal with them, when we killed Galdon, we freed them from being sacrifices when you were gone.”

“They would have deserved it.”

“Perhaps. But now, they’re free. And they want to live.”

And as far as she was concerned, as long as the Sharpklaw kept to their side of the deal – letting everyone go free while they scurried off back to the planet below – then she would keep to their side. No fighting, no killing, no breaking things any further. They’d all pretend that the other side didn’t exist and go about their business.

And considering that she and Fox couldn’t take on [i]that[/i] many Sharpklaw at once, she didn’t want to try. They had come too close to getting caught and turned to ‘fuckmeat’ anyway, and she didn’t want to test her luck again.

[i]One more stupid thing about last night; they could have snuck up on us and used us that way even with the deal…[/i]

And Krystal was all but sure she would have let them. The vixen had been so helpless to her body that she doubted any sort of common sense would have come into play. She’d barely been able to take control of Fox; she wouldn’t have been able to do the same with the dinosaurs.

Just as another shiver worked its way down her spine, the familiar roar of the Arwing filled the air. She smiled despite herself as the ship cleared the horizon, flying low to the ground as it approached. The Snowhorns trumpeted in surprise, but Krystal just stepped forward, using her staff as a walking stick. At least they would be able to get back to somewhere warm with all this done.

“Wait.”

She turned. Belinde Te held out her trunk. Something was half-hidden in the coils of it, glinting in the surface light.

“You’ll want this.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Fox and Krystal deal with the afterparty now that Galdon’s dead. They finally have some fun, but with some odd feelings on Krystal’s side.

Tags: M/F, Femdom, Teasing, Foot Play, Foot Fetish, Starfox Adventures, Starfox, Rule 34, Fox McCloud, Krystal, Vaginal, Riding, Series, Orgasm, Cum, Shame,