Men Are Forbidden!!! (mature, reserved for Tiggy <3)

Loki was losing patience himself. But his interest perked when she guided him into the forest.
And when she showed him the secret cavern, with its subtle entrance--a mere gap between two overlapping walls--he was agape.
He slipped inside, pleased to learn it was a comfortable entrance. He explored thoroughly, inspecting every room, and was thrilled with it more and more.
His handsome smile grew ever wider as his inspected the spring room, and even knelt down to dip a finger, a hand, and then his arm up to his shoulder into it, loving the fact he could see all parts of the bottom. That meant there were no dark traps lurking in it like the coastal cave.
Finally, Loki came back to the front room, threw his pack down, then lied down on his belly and stretched almost catlike, yawning cutely and flexing his tail as it ruffled up with the effort of the stretch. He crossed his arms under his chin and around his disheveled pack, then curled up.
"This place is perfect." he said, unaware of what significance it held for her. And the uncut diamonds were a nice bonus.
"So, I have to return to your village once a week?" he asked, wanting to confirm his orders.

Maeve had taken a seat inside the front room, while he inspected the cavern excitedly. she was working at keeping what the cavern meant to her out of her mind, she didn't really want him to know the significance it held. Leaning against the cave wall, she closed her eyes, and waited for him, she knew he would like it, because she had. When he returned, her eyes opened, and she looked to him, seeing him lay down on his stomach and stretch. That gave her some amusement. "I thought you would like it," she replied. "Aye, once a week, at least," she told him. "If you need or want anything, the Amazon's will provide. They want you to be happy during your stay."

“Well, I’m grateful to you and your tribe. I’m sure no other prisoner has ever been so happy to be a prisoner.”
Loki rolled onto his back, stretched again, then crossed his arms behind his head and leaned upon his pack, one leg propped up upon the other. “And tell your queen for me that I will be back in the village one week from today, give or take a day.”

Oh, did Loki enjoy his week. Now fully healed, with surprisingly minimal scarring, the young fox was able to hunt again. Soon, his den started to feel more homely, with a few cushy pelts lain out along the floor in several convenient places. Once he’d settled on where his ‘nest’ would be, it was the first thing to be lavished upon.
In a little nook just off of the main room, he’d made a home. Yes, he’d been promised anything he needed from the Amazons, but as a thief he was the observant sort and he knew just how poor the tribe was at the moment. Surely the war in Troy had taxed even those whom hadn’t participated in the massacre.
So instead, he catalogued and cached the rough diamonds he found, and began using them to trade with a coastal human village he’d discovered just a few miles beyond the edge of the Amazons’ territory, and soon he’d bought all the raw materials a skilled craftsman could use, and he began putting together some gifts for his new tribe. Nothing silly or overly feminine, like dresses. He figured they see them as unnecessary. So he avoided clothes-making for the women and used the fabrics he purchased for himself. His wardrobe was limited and the outfit he’d been wearing had been destroyed they day his burglary had been botched.
And so he produced for himself the basic necessities, sewing two outfits for himself within the week, and making a half dozen bead, shell, and animal-bone necklaces to give as homage.
His den too benefited from his trading and craftsmanship, and soon there were curtains dividing the rooms, which insulated it better, and though he’d bought a few of them, new pillows were scattered here and there. He’d even planned to buy and/or make some paints so he could decorate the walls, though in places like his ‘bedroom’ he’d hung some showier fabrics to insulate and bring life to the stone.
Loki had cached half of his kills, cooking then wrapping and storing the meat and the fruits of his foraging in another room across the small network of caverns. Needless to say, within a week he’d started turning around his little fixer-upper, and had made it into a home.

When finally the day came he had promised to return to the village, he returned with only his pack and water skin. But inside that pack were his gifts, and not only one of his new outfits—he was wearing the other one—but a couple of his older ones as well.
He sighed as he saw that he was escorted by a pair of soldiers—he hoped that in time they would come to trust him enough that he wouldn’t have to have military supervision when he came to fulfill his duties.
When he was taken to the queen, he was much more respectful this time than the first, and quickly learned from his escort the proper way to salute the queen, just be watching them.
“…Madam, I’ve returned as promised.”

Maeve nodded, and pushed to her feet. "It is what they desire," she stated, softly. “She will await your return,” she told him, and slipped away, leaving him to his den, eager to get back, and away from the cave, away from the memories she brought upon herself for letting him have the cave, though she didn't have a clue why she had done so.

The amazon spent her week training, fighting, and hunting for the tribe. At times, one of her sisters would approach her and ask her questions about the male who was going to help with bringing her tribe back up with children, bringing their tribe to a future. She had to explain what he was like, though she would rather avoid the subject all together, which was why she trained more than usual. It didn't help that he too lost a child. The woman wished he didn't know what she felt, she would rather have that detachment from him.

Helping her sisters sharpen weapons, she was able to focus on that, instead of him. The idea that he was going to be around..... frightened her? What if he made the Amazon's soft, and to see another side of men that none of them tried to take the time to discover. Sighing deeply, she went about her week, till the day came when Loki was to report to the queen.

Maeve took her place near by the queen, when he was taken to the queen. Watching him salute the queen, she was glad he wasn't rude this time.

The Queen studied him. “Well, that is good,” she stated softly, with a smile. “I've told the others about your stay here. Not everyone is too eager about it. I have selected three Amazons. Their daughters are the oldest, at age 17.” One was a blonde with green eyes, another had brown hair with brown eyes, and the last had black hair with blue-green eyes. Amazons started young, about 18 to have children, so most of the woman who wanted to lay with him were fairly young, and everyone of them had firm, supple bodies, with curves men would kill for. Oh, they took good care of their bodies, and they knew what men found pleasing.

“You can pick one of them, and have your fun, and of course, if you're up for it, you can have the others too, probably at different times. Unless they wish to share you at the same time. Or you can have a feast before. Which ever you choose, we won't force you into anything. I think, normally, you'll be able to visit any of the Amazon's of your choice, as long as they are willing to have you. I may not always give you three choices.”

Loki let his eyes wander, and he felt intrigued already.
But this would be the first performance of his duties, and he chose to not indulge his instincts. Instead he behave like civilized men should, and went to each woman individually, giving her a courteous bow and a kiss on the hand, keeping his eyes on hers and not anywhere else, and asking each what her name was.
Then he stood beside two of them, and tastefully put his hands in the centers of thier beautiful backs.
"Personally, I've always preferred to be with one lover at a time. However, since I am the slave, I suppose what matters most is not what I want, but what my partners want. And as for visiting them individually, I am willing to do so. Most women I have known have always preferred the intimacy of such encounters."
he turned then to look at the three ladies who'd chosen to lay with him, and asked all three what each would prefer.

Tiope, the one with blonde hair, was intrigued with this man, his fox ears and tail, the respect he seemed to have. The last men she laid with was forceful, and rough, didn't talk to her, or ask her anything of what she would prefer. “Of course we would rather be individual, unless, of course we are feeling particularly frisky one day. But that was only if he had made us purr before.” She was the more outspoken than her two sisters who wanted to taste him that day also. “Amazons have no secrets among each other, not even our sexual desires.” She watched him, with amusement, and excitement.“Are you going to chose one of us, or do we have to do it for you?”

Loki arched a handsome brow at the blonde, and cracked a seductive smile. Flicking an ear and turning to Tiope fully, he boldly trailed the tip of his nail from her ear along her jaw line, to flick across her chin in a very seductive manner.
“No secrets eh? Perhaps you can teach me some more of that.”
He gently pulled her to him, his hand about her waist. “Oh no, I think I’ve made my choice.”
He gave a very suave nod to the other two women who’d come to him. “But should your sister leave me with enough stamina, I’ll be more than happy to be of service to you both, as well.”

Her body shivered, feeling his tail trailing her flesh till he reached her chin. Oh, he was going to be fun. Smiling playfully, she slipped her arms around his neck. "Mmm, Perhaps I will," she teased, leaning in and licking at his chin. Slipping out of his arms, she took his hand, and lead him toward her hut, eager to get started, she planned on having her way with him for a long time, but hopefully he wouldn't be too tired for her sisters.

He was keened in to how she responded, and was pleased to find that the test of his limits just now came back with positive results. He gracefully bowed himself out of the company of Tiope’s sisters, and followed her, almost as eagerly as she, to her hut.
He even prated the way for her, and then once she was inside, he too followed before taking a good look around. He always liked to be wary of his surroundings.
He gave up all caution now. After all, though he was indeed a slave, he was here to perform his duties and if he was to perform at the top of his game, he needed to not be cautious like he had been.
And so, his fine olfactory senses picking up her urgency and his instincts as a man picking up her eagerness, he save her the trouble and pulled off his tunic without being asked. He left his pants on, though, as he hung his tunic upon the edge of an empty basket.
This was a fox trick—by removing his shirt but tastefully leaving his pants on, he showed his lover what he had to offer, but left the prize to mystery. That way, he didn’t see, too eager, and it was much easier to set the pace of the seduction. Many fox fathers taught this trick, designed to work with the females’ layered thought process, to their adolescent sons.
Loki, still moving with grace and elegance but now lacking his earlier modesties, then came up to Tiope.
His eyes intent on hers, studying her, ever wary for any signs of disapproval, Loki brought his hands up to tenderly cup her pretty face, and with closed eyes he planted a long, tender kiss to her forehead—another foxes’ trick, to allow a female to inhale his scent but to sometimes loose herself in shivers of anticipation.

Human men could learn many, many lessons from a reynard.

Tiope Fond amusement that he parted the cloth that covered her hut enterance and let her in first. Slipping inside, she started removing her weapons, not wanting him to do so. She put them in a locked box, and locked it back, but kept a dagger with her, one can never be too careful. Especially one idiot male mated with her, then tried to kill her, he had pretended to be one of the farmers her tribe went to for babies, he had wanted to infiltrate her tribe. It had tramatized her; and she did not take another mate for a long time.

Turning back to him, she saw his shirt was off, oh and she liked the way he looked. So perfectly molded, and formed. Watching him, she smiled a little as he cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead. That caused herto blush, no man was ever this gentle. "what's that for?" she asked softly, studying him, her hand reaching out and touching his chest. "Mm."

"....To introduce us on a more personal basis before you have your way with me." he crooned. Then he ran his hands down her neck and shoulders, and dropped his kisses to her throat, nipping it here and there as he gracefully steered towards her bed, then gently pulled her down on top of him—thinking that she’d like that little show of submission, being an Amazon.
He began working on untying her tunic, and lifted his knee to sweetly rub against the core of her body while he seduced her—his loins stiffening but his suave tendencies focusing on pleasuring her first.

Tiope found his reply interesting. She was about to reply when he distracted her with kisses to her throat. Her body shivered, he was definately was different than her other partners. Even his show of submission surprised her, with her on top of him. A moan escaped her, he was rubbing her core with his knee and it felt amazing. "this is so... Different," she breathed.

He smiled up at her, a hot, seductive smile, and then leaned up and pulled her down at the same time into a lover’s kiss, long and deep, but still politely casual.
Then he broke the kiss, still leaning up and holding her, and hovering barely an inch and a half from her face. Through half closed eyes, he said in a low, husky voice, he said, “…You—” He didn’t say ‘and her sisters’ to keep the moment alive in the spell. “—will find that, while I am a man, I am not a human. I am a fox.”
He leaned back down, the moved his knee to rub her core yet again, his eyes smoldering, beckoning, and his arms open in an invitation.

He definately excited her. Returning his kiss, she slipped her arms around him. Hearing his words, she smirked playfully. "mm and what a fox you are," she purred. Lifting a hand, she touched at one of his ears, curiously. Leaning down, she straddled him and licked at his neck. "it is very strange, this foreplay, strange, but delightful."

He arched one handsome brow at her, then lifted his chin to her provocative licks, letting her explore his ear, which he imagined was very odd to the tribe.
he embraced her sweetly, lifting his hips and her skirt a little so the bulge in his pants pressed into her, gentle but firm, and definitely needing attention.
"...You speak as if you've never been seduced before, Tiope; as if you expected me to come in here, penetrate, finish and then move on to another of your sisters."
He shook his head. "No. A fox takes his time;" He trailed his hands down her sides. "...he studies his partner," He lifted his knee again to caress her hip. "to see what makes her tick;" His hands went to his fly, and began to untie it. "then he stimulates whatever arouses her; through touch, anticipation, or simple conversation..." His fly undone, he lifted her skirt again. "And gets her in just," he kissed her forehead again. "the right," He kissed the tip of her nose. "mood." He sank his lips onto hers, for a long and heated kiss.
"....And only when he knows he's scored..."
He took hold of her hips, her skirt bunched in his hands, and aligned her properly.
"...will he claim his prize."
He lowered her then onto his thick erection, and subtly arched back with a soft hiss in pleasure. She was tight upon him. He sank her all the way down to his base, and when he was buried deep inside her body, he nuzzled her.

His words caused her to shiver, made her feel more aroused, caused her to blush. His ears were intriguing. "it was a chore for us to go find men from the nearby village, just as it was a chore for the villagers." she gasped, moaning as he slipped inside her. Her fingers clutched the furs sue used as her bed. "oooh you feel.... Amazing," she moaned, and nuzzled him back.

He hissed again, smiling as he leaned up to give her another kiss, and then as he laid back down, he kept his grip on her hips, and proceeded to thrust by lifting her up and sinking her back down, and once she adjusted to him he started lifting his hips on each down stroke. “…And so do you, dear Tiope.” he said, his tone soft. With a groan of need, he picked up the pace. “It feels as though I’m the first you’ve had in some time.”

Tiope felt good, no man ever really made her feel this good. She was very pleased the tribe had picked him, he would be of good service. Feeling him move her, she felt herself get used to his size and the fact that she hasn't taken anyone for a while. Getting into it, she moved her hips, To meet his thrusts, and meet his pace, loving every moment, every inch, every thrust. His words caused her to duck her head a little, though still keeping up her movement. "aye, it's been a really long time. 17 years."

“That is a long time.” he crooned, leaning up again with a soft groan of pleasure, then took one hand off of her hips to lift her chin before he gave her a long, sweet kiss, which he trailed down to her chin and her jaw line. He eased her onto her knees, and rode her that way—in a position of mutual pleasure.
He also did something unconventional and actually slowed his pace, which in turn allowed him to ride deeper into her. Deeper, slower, and far more sensual. Plus it let him not use as much energy.

"I suppose so," she replied softly, for a while, it wasn't long enough, she just couldn't trust the men at the village, then fox boy came along, and something changed. Why did she let go of her fears just because this fox was offering them a future for the tribe? Maybe because she knew he wasn't disguising himself among the villagers, she knew outright who he was, a fox and a theif.

She moaned, kissing him back, this was all so amazing, even moving her to her knees was intriguing. Her hips kept moving, matching his now slow pace. "will my daughter have these too?" she asked him, touching his ears.

Feeling his pleasure surmounting, Loki nuzzled her neck and flicked his ears forward for her to inspect again. “She might, she might not. But she will certainly inherit some of my talents.”
He was getting closer now, and he leaned forward, pinning her beneath him in the dominant position he felt he had earned, and picked up the pace again, riding her strong and deep, and finally as he felt her tensing up, he pulled her hips up to his, and with a few deep strokes, he came, pushing as far into her as he could and releasing his fertile fluids directly into her womb.

"What kind of talents?" she asked him, curious. She panted, he was definately amazing, making her feel things she never really felt before, such as the pleasure he showed her. Arching her back, she felt her orgasm was close. When he released inside her, she cried out, her climax ripping through her same time he had his. She pushed back against him, not wanting any of his seeds to escape.

Loki held very still, waiting for himself to completely finish seeding her womb, pushing into her as she pushed up onto him, waiting for every drop to settle before slowly pulling out, giving her a deep kiss as he did. He nuzzled her, then slowly sat back, giving her breathing room. He sat with one leg tucked under him, the other up, and he rested his elbows on his raised knee.
“Well, males of my kind usually have more of the gifts, but our females inherit some of it too. We foxes have the ability to manipulate plants to do our bidding. A simple rose can become a thorned whip, or a blossom a throwing star. Or, a vine can become a beautiful hair tie for a lady we have feelings for, or we can help re-grow a damaged forest; fight off infections in injuries, and many other practical and not so practical uses. Our daughter won’t have all of those talents—no fox does—but she’ll probably have a few.”

She shifted to lay on her side when he was done, clutching her dagger close to her, now that it was over, she was cautious. Her eyes were closed, body still, satisfied, and alert. "oh well, that's interesting," she told him softly. Her eyes opened and she studied him, looking for that sudden anger her last mate had before he attacked her

Loki noted this, but didn’t make any sudden moves, nor exhibit any anger. In fact, he flicked his ears forward and praised her.
“…Pulling a dagger on me? I don’t blame you. And I never would, either. Most men are cowards and scum, who would rather rutt with a woman then look at her. I’ve seen them many times in my dealings, and it always angers me to see the fairer sex treated as such—all because a man has gotten himself intoxicated or because he thinks that he is superior to them or that they owe him something.”
He shifted position, and crossed his arms and his legs while he leaned against the wall.
“There have been several incidents where I just couldn’t stand by, and more often than not the offending man wound up dead. I don’t regret that, but I do feel that it’s a pity that these humans let their hormones rule them to the point where if they’re denied sexual pleasure they resort to violence—especially when confronted by someone trying to stop them from committing that ugly crime.
“But anyway, when you’re ready for me to leave, all you need to do is say so.”