The Chimera Summoner – Ch 23 – (Part 2) – Establishing dominance

I thought I could juuuuust squeeze those perky, flushed breasts into my hands. My heart thudded loudly. The smooth, flat plains of her tummy coursed with subtle musculature. The shapely V of her hips led my eyes inexorably to her perfectly smooth lips peeking out proudly between her parted legs.

The nude fox girl tilted her head and a LONG tail flicked around her ankles, sweeping the ground. It started pink and faded smoothly into inky black.

She was a stunner. Not just beautiful, but holding herself with confidence to back it up. Like she knew who she was and what she was about. Fierce features radiated a curious, slightly wild intelligence.

The kind of girl I would have been too nervous to approach for most of my life.

She set her hand on her hip, and raised her sculpted chin to examine us.

I made to speak but she instantly recoiled, ears laying flat.

She bared her pretty white fangs, fierce and feral.

I closed my mouth, and she was calm and curious again.

“Cinder-blossom Seeker.” Lorna murmured in my ear. “Six tails. A potent entity.”

I frowned. I definitely only saw one huge fluffy fox tail. But I trusted Lorna to know what she was talking about.

Gosh. The tail was mesmerizing, with its slow, serpentine waving behind her. It must've been nearly the length of her whole body. And it looked SO SOFT. I longed to pet her.

The fox girl tilted her head. Adorable. Totally at odds with her calculating expression.

She had a sharp, wild intelligence in those deep, deep violet eyes. Looking into them was a bit like looking into an ocean chasm, with their void black slits for pupils.

I felt Lucy subtly squeezing her thighs together, as she hungrily eyed our mysterious new companion. I could feel her attraction turning to arousal, fast.

The fox girl was intense, and beautiful. She felt dangerous.

She stalked straight up to me, peering up into my face with something between curiosity and challenge. Then slowly she gave my entire body a deliberate up and down appraisal with her eyes.

Then she waited.

I didn't know what to do.

She could not be more clearly waiting for me to take my turn at something.

I tried giving her the same look up and down.

She stood back and held her arms out to her sides, to give me a clear view. Then even turned, sweeping her thigh-length avalanche of hair over her shoulder, to let me see her strong back, fluffy tail, and a surprisingly bubbly ass for her slim build.

Then she returned, and got in my face, poking her nose up towards mine.

I felt a bit like we were fighters, posing face to face before a big match.

She slowly bared her fangs, and gave a tiny growl.

I felt her hot breath on my face.

Wind crackled on Lucy’s fists as she clutched them in readiness.

A cold front rushed from Lorna as she covered herself in spectral frost.

The fox girl seemed to approve of the show of aggression. She glanced at each of them, then returned to me, expectant.

“Ummm. Grrrr!!” I tried.

The fox girl blinked at me, nonplussed.

“Raaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!” I yelled, charging up a huge tempest strike.

My hands thrummed with stormy power.

The fox sniffed approvingly.

“What is your name?” I asked.

NOPE. WRONG.

The fox girl jerked back, looking bewildered. Offended.

I raised my hands, confused but ready to apologize.

“Your call was for a bond?” She asked with hostility.

“It was!” I agreed, hurriedly. “I just wanted to–”

The girl gathered herself, crouching, her butt wiggling in a way that I recognized a second too late.

“WAIT–”

She hurled herself at me.

She slammed into my stomach, and we crashed to the ground with a grassy thud.

I was bigger and taller than her, but she was strong. And blisteringly ferocious. She had me on my back, almost pinned, in an instant.

Rather than press her advantage, however, she rolled over me and to her feet, stalking a circle around me.

I scrambled up, gasping for breath as my lungs recovered.

I gathered wind around my fists, as I prepared another [tempest strike].

The fox girl shot a single curious glance at Lucy’s hands, and a look of understanding crossed her face.

“WHY–” I demanded angrily.

The fox girl only smiled, a warlike baring of teeth, and shot forward again.

Her bare feet glowed like hot coals with each powerful dash. Some kind of movement skill.

This time I was ready and managed to shove her tackle downwards, splaying my legs behind me as I had been taught in Professor Valant’s combatives class.

The fox girl swiped where my legs had been, fell and scrambled back to her feet, spitting out a clump of grass. She looked satisfied, like things were finally going as she expected.

I, on the other hand, was totally lost.

I looked to Lorna and Lucy, confused that they weren't coming to my defence.

But they had relaxed, their magic fading, and stood looking on.

Lucy nodded encouragingly.

“What's happe–!” I started.

The stranger rocketed at me again, this time clawing at me with her nails.

I snarled fending her off.

Fine.

If she wanted a fight, then she was getting one.

I locked in.

We traded a series of testing blows, her clawing at me and dancing around my thunderous swiping. She was too fast and nimble for me to get a solid strike in, and I quickly accumulated a collection of scratch marks on my arms and shoulders.

I growled in frustration.

“She's establishing dominance!” Lucy called.

“Aren't I automatically in charge, as the summoner?!” I asked, backpedaling as I frantically fended off the wild thing's assault.

“Nope! Get her, Eir!” Lucy called.

Lorna offered me a solemn thumbs up of encouragement. Not sure when she picked up that gesture, but it was bizarre to see it delivered with such seriousness.

Nails raked down my side, drawing shallow lines of blood.

Focus, Eir!!

The fox girl’s nails were slightly pointed. Except for two on her right hand, which had been cut short and smooth.

I snorted.

I see you, fox girl.

She didn't seem to be truly trying to hurt me. But her attacks were getting more and more insistent.

Fine.

I let one of her raking attacks land and caught her wrists and yanked forward softly, then when she instinctively wrenched backwards, I lunged with her, offering none of the resistance she expected.

Our combined strength accelerated me into her and we again crashed to the ground.

She squirmed, growling and clawing at me with her free hand.

I laboriously pinned one wrist over her head.

“Yesss!” She hissed.

She flailed the other arm like a serpent and snarled like a trapped animal, but gradually, my taller frame won out and I pinned her second wrist on top of the first and clenched both hard, putting my full weight into it.

I gasped and panted. We were covered in dirt and torn grass.

Her scratches burned slightly on my arms and my side.

She kicked her legs, but I slammed my hips down on hers, throwing her legs harmlessly to clench around my sides.

I don't know quite what came over me.

But in that moment of primal frenzy, and victory, I roared in her face like a bear. I gave it everything that was in my lungs.

Her ears went flat, and I watched her pupils dilate, turning her violet eyes black.

Her legs, which she had wrapped around my waist as she tried to wrestle free, fell open limply. Knees up and apart.

I was suddenly acutely aware of our shared nakedness.

My body was too, apparently.

As we panted and glared at one another, my cock swelled to full, almost painful, erection between us. It throbbed, pulsing heat as it bobbed angrily between my legs.

Her eyes darted down to my fullness before shooting back to meet my gaze. Her expression of smug challenge reemerged as her pretty chest heaved.

Her tongue darted nervously over her lips. She jerked her chin upwards, once.

Her pale chest had taken on a pretty pink flush, as her breasts swelled beneath mine. I could see her nipples hardening atop her swelling peaks.

As my lungs heaved, I felt my skin heating, my breasts aching, flushed and suddenly sensitive to each air current of our mutual panting.

I clenched involuntarily and my cock jumped and slapped back down heavily on her bare pussy lips.

She snarled, feral, wild.

She thrashed her arms, but her legs remained invitingly open, as she stared up at me violently. Her top half seemed ready to keep fighting. From her soft belly down, she had already submitted.

“Yield.” I growled.