She has your balls in her paw. You smile at one another knowingly as she fondles them, as your cock emerges from your sheath and arches, rigid, into the night. All around you, the sounds of song and laughter, storytelling and lovemaking. Some eyes are on you as your turn comes, and you’re proud… excited. You can’t believe you’re unashamed. Someone nudges his friend and points, chuckling, and they watch.
At first licked only by the firelight, your cock now glistens with her spit as she dips her head to tongue it. Tails wag as your admiring audience take in the show. You don’t know her name… or at least, you don’t remember it… but it hardly matters here. She’s a villager. You, though newly-minted, are a villager too.
You’re in her mouth, moaning softly as you work your paws though her long, unfettered mane. Her head bobs slowly, keeping time with a folksong being sung at a neighbouring fireside. You know you’re going to love that song all your life; whenever you hear it, you’ll be right back here… The naked, white-pelted bodies appearing and disappearing in the smoky dust of late autumn, balls and boobs and bottoms. Dancing, walking, running, sitting, wrestling, fucking. You reach around, your paw straying under her tail, which she lifts. Your fingers dive into her cunt, finding her welcome deep, warm, wet, overflowing with readiness. You shift, and she immediately understands and lifts her head; standing, you take her hips, and put your cock in her. A few more people pause to look on. Cocks stiffen, eyebrows arch over smiles. They all agree, you’ve adapted quickly, and well. One of your admirers can’t contain himself anymore and he rises, leaving his friend’s side to step up in front of the girl you’re fucking and take your place in her mouth. You smile and chuckle at one another over her back as she pleasures you both. Your city life is far behind you, seeming like a bad dream from which you’ve awoken at last.
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