A chorus of chirping birds, buzzing insects, and particularly noisy amphibians articulated the forest’s afternoon. A storm had just passed over the area, leaving the bright green leaves a darker shade than normal and dripping. The ground was wet and sticky with mud and floral debris, the air thick and heavy with humidity and the earthy musk of the environment. Barely anything disturbed the forest scape’s beauty, but this day there dictated that one lone being would.

It was a tall figure that stepped with a heavy grace, the clank of a full suit of armor accompanying each movement as he trudged into the depths of trees, bush, and tall grasses. The canopy had begun to overcast his venturing, the sky still a covering of light gray that made the day seem later than it actually was. He seemed impossibly intimidating; the armor that formed across his body was dark gray and silver with several small dents, scratches, and repair marks etching its contours. The thick steel plating covered every inch of the man’s body, save for a lithe black tail that stuck out from the back between facets.

He had broad shoulders that shifted only slightly with each step, showing a body molded by great military discipline. A heavy metal visor blocked his visage from the world with only a few narrow slits cut in the front for him to see out. He towered above most things, save for the trees that dotted him on all sides. Across his back was a large scabbard that held an equally large double edged sword, one that looked like it would be far heavier and cumbersome for an average person to wield, yet just right for this canine.

With each foot fall he left behind a footprint in the mud that might confuse anyone that might come around, surely baffled by its large size. In a way he was lucky, the sheer dimensions of his feet gave way to a snowshoe affect with the soft ground, making it easier to cross the uneven earth. Not that any sort of walking would tire him out.

He was the top captain under the king's command, one that had proven himself many times on the battlefield, often engaging enemies instead of waiting back with other captains to give orders. He believed no rank was above combat, which often brought a particularly strange clash of duty and ethics when he did business with his king. He decided he wouldn't be much without the king, after all he was the one that allowed him recruits and facilities.

A couple hours into his hike through the forest and he was soon upon his destination. It was a small clearing among the tree, a near perfect circle about a thirty feet in diameter with short grass covering every square inch within. The trees were actually spaced equilateral from each other in the great circumference and tall flat rocks dotted between each. A strange wind began to pick up as he approached the center, almost like it were pulling him towards a specific direction. He was here on a specific mission after all, one that was rather abnormal to say the least, and so the abnormal directions were likely the best.

He fallowed the pulling wind, his steps sounding like the distant thunder that continued to roll. He approached the far end of the clearing, almost directly to a tree that was centered between the two largest rocks. As gigantic as he was, the stones were colossal and dwarfed him. The light gusts soon slowed and stopped as he came to a halt about six feet away from the great old tree, not knowing personally why he did so until the image of the bark began to shift and vibrate.

In an instant the captain's paw had reached up with lightning fast reflexes, spiked gauntlet grasping the handle and readying an overhead strike as he would draw the blade from its home. He was expecting an ambush of some sort, or even some new creature to attack, but instead the shifting image of bark began to solidify and distend from the tree's surface in the shape of a bipedal figure. He was tense for an instant but relaxed momentarily as the shadowy image grew curves and a feminine shape. Rough, dark brown bark gave way to soft white fur and a recognizable features as someone similar to his own kind.

She was a druidic vixen, someone that found home and closure among nature and the dark arts of that particular domain of magic. It sent a chill up the captain's spine when he thought more. Unnatural is how he saw it. As she continued to solidify more details were revealed to him. Much like the rest of her kind she wore very little clothing, her upper body being completely bare save for necklaces that hung low across her large breasts.

Her bust was something the captain’s eyes lingered on for quite a while, a bit of a blush coming to terms across his cheeks. He wasn’t used to such blatant exposure, but he quickly reminded himself that he was on a serious mission and his gaze diverted. At her waist was a cloth skirt that hung many different objects, mainly pouches, bags, and various woodland items like bones and twig insignia that the canine didn’t know nor really wanted to know. Once she had fully formed, the fox spoke.

“Hello there, great soldier,” she said with a soft, yet high pitched voice. The captain thought such a sound would come from a child, though she clearly wasn’t. The Great Dane cleared his throat, sounding very similar to the far off thunder as he took his turn for greeting.

“I am Captain Abold from the King’s third army corpse. I've come here for-”

“I know why you are here, no need to be so formal,” the vixen interrupted with a giggle, holding a paw to her lips as she stared at the large armored male. The soldier found himself instantly furious and the urge to draw his blade was all the more enticing, but he held back, reminding himself once again that there was a mission at hand to accomplish. A cloud seemed to pass out from in front of the sun as the area began to get a little bit brighter, accenting the girl’s luscious white fur. She shifted her weight to one foot, causing her hip to stick out a bit, and it was then that he realized that she had very wide hips.

“Do you have the potion that has been requested of you?” The canine asked with a growl in his voice. He didn’t want to be here anymore than he needed to be, and so getting this over with quick was imperative.

“I do,” the girl declared and shifted a bit to grasp at a very small vial that was hanging from her skirt by a length of twine. “And your king can have it for the right price, of course,” she said with a smile growing further on her face, her eyes seeming to gleam mischievously in the dim late afternoon light.

“His Majesty is more than willing to offer a payment of grandeur,” the knight said and grasped at a bag that was secured to his own hip by a hefty leather belt. He untied it with deft fingers and grasped the loose neck before presenting it to the girl. It was a cloth sack with thick walls, but even then the loud sound of gold coins banging against one another could easily be heard from within. He held the sack out right in front of himself. It was quite large, bigger than most merchants would even have for their own tidings, and given how low it hung showed how full it was with the precious metal. The vixen gave a shrill laugh that sounded like wind chimes that sent uneasy shivers up the Great Dane’s spine.

“I have no need for material wealth, great knight,” she said with a grin. She may not have been able to see it, but the dog narrowed his eyes at the response and the grip on his sheathed sword grew tighter. If she was not going to be agreeable and hand it over he might have to take it, an act that would likely end in her death. The vial was right there after all, an easy snatch if he were quick. He realized if he were to attack, the first and only move he made would have to end her immediately. His hand that held the bag of coins lowered slowly back to his side as he began to think.

“Then what is the payment that you desire?” he asked gruffly, reading himself for anything. Those of the magical arts could be quick and tricky, he had encountered many on the battlefield and more often than not they required blood and sacrifice for their spells and potions. She might be trying to get him to be a part of her magic.

“It’s simple really. My clan doesn’t allow me to mate within my own domain, so I have to find someone on the outside to help me bare children. So that’s where you come in,” she said and smiled greater from the remark. “I am of sufficient age of course.”

The words had taken the canine aback and he almost didn’t believe what he heard. She was expecting him to throw off his armor and what? Embrace her in the same way he was only expected to embrace the one that he loved? He couldn’t find a more vial prospect in mind. And it didn’t stop there, she was going to use his seed for her own!

“I refuse,” he spat with toxicity coating his words. The girl didn’t falter her expression, something that concerned the captain a bit.

“No sex, then no potion,” she said happily, and in a way that severely irked the male. It was at that moment he decided to act. With one foul movement, almost as fast as lightning, he drew his sword and made the first attack. It was a feet he had practiced many times, and one that was so surprisingly quick and powerful he often left his enemies confused as to what had just happened even as their bodies fell in half.

Muscles as thick as the trees around him flexed as the cold steel blade arched overhead and down towards the ground at an angle. The razor sharp edge caught bark and wood instead of flesh and bone however, scything an impossibly deep gouge into the tree at his front. It took him a moment to realize that he hadn’t struck what he was aiming for, and his gaze quickly swiveled around in a panic.

He caught the sight of vixen leaning her form back against the next tree over from the right, looking as if the captain had just so easily struck the wrong target with a fifteen foot difference. He regained his stance and placed the bag of gold coins back on his hip before he grasped his sword with both gauntlets. “If you will not give me the potion willingly, then I will take it,” the canine roared and exploded in a sprint towards her. He didn’t get far, however, as something had a firm hold of his foot.

The Great Dane nearly tripped but was quick enough to regain balance and look down at what was holding him. A small thicket of roots had come up from the ground and had entwined the metal boot of his armor, locking him in one place. He gave a guttural snarl and swung his blade for the ground, aiming precisely to free himself. It seemed to be within the plan however, as a sudden thick root erupted from the ground in the sword’s path that allowed the sharp edge to embed itself into the fleshy wood. From there smaller roots leaped from the soil to entwine the steel, making it impossible for him to draw it back.

“Oh no, I think if there’s going to be any taking, it will be me,” the vixen explained and stepped a bit closer to the captain, her arms raising with a faint green aura about them glowing even in the light of the forest. More roots began to break through the ground and were reaching higher on his form. He fought as best he could, relying on his great muscles to burst the aggressive flora, but even that proved to be fruitless. Before long at all his legs had been near completely cocooned and his arms were held where they were in the midst of his struggle, outstretched at strange angles as he found himself frozen and completely at the will of the druid. His sword had all but been pulled from his grasp and discarded.

“Release me!” he said with a snarl, his body’s movements turned into little more than simple writhes.

“This could have been a whole lot less embarrassing for you, you know. You could have walked away or even allowed us to have some fun, but you had to go ahead and aggravate things,” the girl said easily as she stepped up closer to the dog. She was just inches away, not the slightest bit concerned that he could break the trees’ bonds that held him in place. She glanced up at his helmet with her piercing eyes and devious smile before she spoke again. “Let’s see the face behind the mask, shall we?” she said with a giggle as thick roots that had snaked around his midsection began to shift and edge closer towards his helmet.

“No! Get away from me!” he exclaimed with a roar and he tried again the burst his restraints, and once more there was no result. The thin tips of the roots edged under his helmet’s seal like probing fingers and easily pushed it off from over his head. The metal clambered as it struck the ground, revealing a rather handsome face to the girl. Her grin grew larger and she gave a playful giggle. His own eyes stared daggers back at her, holding the narrowed glare that showed his intent.

“Our litter will be quite gorgeous indeed,” she said and gently began to stroke her small paws over the armor of his torso. “Let’s see the rest of you, shall we?” she said happily, and upon her command more roots began to work themselves up between the captain’s legs to his inner thighs and from his lower back to his pelvis. The Great Dane gritted his teeth and stopped moving in an attempt to constrain his strength, thinking that perhaps he could burst his way out if she let her guard down and relaxed her magic hold.

The lithe roots slipped between the plates of his suit and were quick to undo the straps and buckles that held his armor together, dismantling him as it were. The heavy plates slid from his form and dropped to the ground in a clatter, his pelvis quickly revealed. He wore a pair of simple slacks that clung tight to his body, of which were yanked down by the vixen’s wondering paws as she felt through the short dark fur of his form. She took in a sharp inhale and giggled as the sight of his large sheath and sack were revealed, her small digits gently groping over the impressive package that his body had cultivated.

“Very nice,” she said with an exhale before she suddenly pushed her face into his crotch and took a deep inhale, breathing in his hot musk that had no doubt accumulated during his time walking to this sacred spot. The captain said nothing, his glaring eyes telling all of what he thought about this situation. Her paws groped further, coming to his tall sheath and pulling it back, enough to expose a few inches of soft red cock. She leaned her muzzle closer to his manhood, and without hesitation brought it into her mouth.

A spark of pleasure shot through the Great Dane’s body expectantly and he flinched at its response. As her tongue began to roll across the hot, rubbery length he began to feel blood pump into the slowly swelling organ. He was quick to close his eyes and tried his hardest to concentrate and not think about what was happening. It was fruitless however, his member began to distend from the sheath and into her awaiting mouth, filling with blood and making it swell with rigidity. Once that failed he began to think of as many things that he could that might turn himself off. Pictures of livestock, old ladies, and benign objects flooded his thoughts but none seemed to do the trick. When he finally did open his eyes he came to find that his cock had been coaxed to a full stand.

The girl was stroking his length with both paws while her mouth bobbed quickly over the top half of his girth, making precum spurt from the tip and give her a tasty treat. Her mouth gave an audible pop when she pulled off and grinned up at her capture. “Very tasty,” she cooed with a blush.

“R-release me at o-once!” he said, trying as hard as he could to sound demanding and strong, but the way her paws so expertly stroked his length made his voice fluctuate. The gesture was comedic to the druid, and so she laughed the soft bell sounding laughs that she often did.

“Now that you’re fully hard the real fun can begin,” she said and without a warning began to climb up onto the captain’s body. The branches that held him tightly began to shift and pull his upper body back while shifting his legs out from under him. He had the sense that he was going to fall but his constraints seemed stronger and more rigid than he gave them credit for. Once his body had been turned into a nearly laying position, the vixen began to get comfortable. With the difference in size between the two, she was able to scale his large form with ease, coming to settle on his breastplate while holding onto roots that had wrapped around his torso.

With one paw she grasped the bottom of her skirt and quickly lifted it, revealing that she wore no undergarments, and that her pussy was as free as the rest of herself. Even from where he was the dog could see how wet she was, her perfectly clean lips were more than eager to take in his mass. She hovered above his length for a few moments, getting herself aligned before she lowered herself. The thick, tapered head pressed firmly against her nether lips, and at first they strained to part. She began to breath hard and looked down at herself as the tip began to ease into her warm depths, the thickness of his cock forced herself wide indeed to accommodate the intrusion.

The Great Dane gasped in awe and pleasure as it struck him equally as hard as before. He wished he still had his helmet on, at least then he wouldn’t be showing weakness to her. The image of her pixie like grin sent his face into a momentary grimace. He could feel her sinking down lower and lower, the inside of her cunt was well lubricated and allowed him in without a hassle. It seemed like minutes, but it took only a moment before she had settled down to a sitting position in his lap. Her thighs were splayed in an attempt to straddle him at the waste but it was clear she lacked the height to do so.

Her own face was contorted into a mask of pleasure and bliss, eyes closed and head tilted back as a low moan escaped her open hanging maw. The captain could feel his heart racing, sure he had intercourse before, but it was always short and to the point, only ever coming about because of compassion and for child bearing. This was similar in some ways, but longer and more drawn out in others. He didn’t know what to think at first.

The girl seemed to compose herself after a short while of adjusting her body to his, her eyes opening again and a smile drawing over her face. She began to move and work her body up and down his cock, pulling herself back to the point of nearly pulling free before she would push back down. He was surprised that her little body was able to take him all the way to the base, her rear end seated perfectly on his sack and sheath. She would let out a soft squeak each time their bodies met, her breasts heaving with each quick breath that she made and also bouncing with each movement. She began to move faster as her lust grew, her feet firmly planting against the Great Dane’s armor and underneath her own rear end as she began to ride him like a horse.

As she would slam her body down against him, the plates of his armor would rattle, clambering along with the wet sounds of her hot pussy slapping against his pelvis. The captain tried not to make any sounds, as much a she wanted to, he kept his mouth closed and his vigilance was unbreakable. At most he made soft grunts and when he would exhale through gritted teeth he would make a very gentle grunt, but that was as far as he was willing to show.

The faster she moved and the harder she worked on the canine the more their bodies began to sway within the rooted constraints. She was moaning outright, nothing to keep herself close mouthed and so she chose to enjoy every last bit of her fun. She felt chills of ecstatic pleasure ride through her veins as she would drive her frame down harder and faster with each passing minute. She didn’t care what sort of scene they might have made, she would howl and scream at the sky if she so chose. She would grind her hips down every once in a while, stopping her movements to take the time to swirl her hips and hump back and forth on the Great Dane’s pelvis.

She could feel his precum spurting against her cervix as she would push down on every inch. She would flex her core to make it as tight of a seal as possible in the hopes that even in that small amount of fluid might contain the gift of life. She was panting hard, her muscles becoming strained as she looked over the large male. His visage was contorted into a mask of pleasure, that much she could tell no matter how much he tried to not show it. The thought brought a smile to her face, that he was enjoying this as much as she was. She let out a giggle to herself and turned her eyes away from his as she continued to ride as hard as she could muster.

In the midst of her jostling actions, she began to feel the captain’s knot form right underneath her. She gasped, knowing right away what this had meant. She snapped her gaze back to the Great Dane’s, and just as she had suspected he was showing signs that he was close to orgasm. His body jerked from side to side, arms flexing to pull away from the roots, but they held as strong as the first time that they grasped him.

In an instant the mood swung from gentle lustful hip stroking to all out grinding in an attempt to coax the male’s orgasm faster. Of course the vixen was heavily rewarded for her troubles, and the canine’s defenses broke. As he hit his peak he wasn’t able to hold back and let out a howling moan that was mixed with a roar. His heavy sack emptied itself in a gush of cum that the girl could have only thought horses were capable of. The thick seed splashed deep within her pussy, the tip of his cock pushing up past her cervix and letting loose his thick, white fluid deep into the most heated parts of her womb.

She gasped as she felt her body become so suddenly invaded, eyes held wide and her jaw slack as she sat down fully on the knot, her legs splayed at the sides as each glob and rope of his cream coated her inner walls. His savage call came to a light whisper as he came back from the immense mountain of pleasure, the flow of his cum doing the same and soon a trickle of clear fluid was all there was left. The two stayed still, panting and resting as their bodies relaxed. The druid slumped against the knight as she gasped for air, being much more animated and tired from their adventure.

A few more minutes passed as she was able to compose a grin and showed it up to the Great Dane, of which returned a scowl of disapproval and disgust. He didn’t say anything of course, feeling that she only found satisfaction in mocking him. When he offered no real retort her paw released one of the roots that bound his midsection and grasped at the small potion vial that she had shown him from before and forced it into his paw. He was hesitant to take it, but as she urged it closer, he uncurled his fingers from a once clenched fist and snagged the vial with his limited reach.

From there the girl dismounted him, jumping off with grace and landing on her feet. As soon as she was on the ground the roots seemed to get a collective message and they released their bind on him all at once. His body slammed to the ground and he was on his feet in an instant. The roots plunged into the ground as he made a somersault for his sword, catching the grip in his free hand before he got to his feet and turned to the vixen. With his blade at the ready he suddenly found himself alone among the trees and rocks. He glanced from side to side and even twirled to make sure she wasn’t trying to flank him, but it had seemed that she disappeared as fast as she had come around.

The captain’s chest was still heaving as he took heavy breaths, eventually replacing his sword back in its scabbard once he felt comfortable that he wasn’t going to get attacked. He looked down at the small vial that was secured in his paw before he placed it in a pouch near the sack of gold. He made sure to collect his armor and reattach it to the rest of his suit, being cautious for any other tricks that the girl was going to pull.

With his form back in order and his mission complete, the Great Dane turned and began to walk away from the sacred ground, unaware of a watching pair of fox eyes that followed him. The druid perched herself high in a nearby tree, wood shaping herself at lightning speed. As the large male walked back to his kingdom her paw fell and lightly cradled her flat belly, curious as to what kind of plant might flourish from his seedling.