The Silver Fox and the Huntress ( Ending)

As the fox follows the huntress, there are feelings. Natural instincts, to run and to never see this place again. But there is some kind of mystical force. A power he had never known that compels him to follow.    
   
He entered a room he had never seen before. A room where you could not see the walls. They were covered and shared fabrics in colors of burnt amber and Tuscany brick. He paused at the door, and without even turning around, she said,” Come, come now. You do want that taste, do you not?”    
   
Breathing in deep, a scent accosted him. An unfamiliar scent yet familiar at the same time. He stepped inside, and the door closed.    
   
The huntress turned and faced the fox. Within the walls, she had imbued with some strange force.    
“Come to me, fox. I have a gift for you.”    
   
He moved towards her without realizing that the surroundings were shifting. Soft, melodic music started to play. He watched as she started to perform a dance. She moved in such a primal and seductive way.    
   
Her hips move as if tracing the figure eight in the air. Her breasts swayed slowly in time, and he didn't even realize that when her hands reached and touched his face.    
“It is time.” She said    
   
Finally, the fox found his voice, and he asked, “Time for what?”    
She smiled, leaned in, and kissed his chest. When did his shirt leave his body? He looked at her as she smiled so sweetly.    
   
“Listen to my words, fox. You are lying on my bed, and I shall have my trophy.”    
Her words made no sense to him, for he was standing up, and so was she. He turned his head and realized that he was, in fact, lying on the bed of silks.    
   
“I will tell you a story, fox, and as I do so, I will receive you.”    
   
He could not think clearly. His mind was clouded from the music, from the scents, from her.    
“Long ago, there was the great hunt. The great beasts, men, went out to seek out their prey, women. Something strange had occurred that no one could foresee. The men dwindled in number, and the women who were the hunted became the huntress.    
   
You have not been caught, and that is why I was sent out to hunt you.”    
   
The fox knew of this story and his heart beat as if he was running through the woods. As if he was being chased and not already caught.    
   
He looked at the walls that were covered just moments ago with fabrics are now set as if they were on fire.    
“We must go. There is a fire. We will die.”    
The huntress laughed at his fear.    
   
“Fox, have you not realized that the fire is both your fear and your passion? You have run for too long and now you are caught.”    
   
He looked at the huntress, who was without clothing above him. Her skin glowed, reflecting the flames off the walls.    
   
As she continued to gyrate above him, she took her fingers and slid them over her breast. Then she placed them in his mouth. She tasted of cinnamon and cloves. All thoughts left his mind as he sucked heartedly on her fingers one thing to suckle on the nipple that taunts him.    
   
“You want more. You will have it all, once you have sunken into my depths.”    
   
Placing the head at her moistened entrance she glided him in and rejoiced in his guttural moans and gritting teeth.    
   
With every inch he entered, she tightened and released. Giving him pleasure and pain at the same time.    
The fox grips the bed instead of her, knowing his strength could break her.    
   
She leaned over, placing her nipple in his mouth, and as he latched on, she began to ride. She rode him hard and fast. She could feel it tighten underneath her, so she pulled her breast out of his mouth and asked,” Are you now mine?”    
   
He knew of the stories. He knew that one day, he would be captured. But if he could hold back and not release,, he stood a chance of being free.    
   
The huntress laughed because she can read him so clearly. She leaned back holding his calves and started to ride him so he can see the joining as she milked him.    
   
The sight, the glorious sight of their bodies joining, was his downfall. He could no longer hold back for every withdrawal she tightened around him, squeezing the essence of every muscle in his shaft.    
   
“Yes, I am yours.” With that he released with such force that when he bellowed, the room shook and the flames grew high.    
   
The hunters took everything and gave back her release in return.    
   
When the sun rose, the fox awakened in a bed alone. Beside him was left a note.    
   
“Fox, you have given me a gift, and with that, I promised you a gift in return. Return to this room on the ninth full moon and your gift will be waiting.”    
   
The End