Page 27 of Foxin' Around

She returned his kiss with equal enthusiasm, her tongue stroking his and exploring his mouth, though he kept her distracted, away from his sharp fangs. Her passion excited him far more than he had ever felt in the arms of any other female. She clung to him, her feet hooking around his calves as her hands eagerly explored him. He loved every minute of it, and even more so when her hands threaded through his head fur. Hecould have luxuriated in the sensation of being petted for hours and enjoyed the gradual sweet tide of his lust, but he regretfully pulled them away before she discovered his ears and broke the glamour he had spun and maintained around himself. Pinning her wrists to the ground, he greedily drank her excited moan and instinctively rocked his pelvis against hers.

Growling enticingly, he nipped her lip just to hear her gasp and smell her scent thicken with increasing desire. He buried his nose against her neck and breathed her in, his lips and tongue teasing the sensitive skin there. His head tilted so that he looked up the side of her neck and cheek where he could see the gleam of his saliva shining on her lips. His balls tightened with the heightening of his arousal, his tail stiffening and lifting the back of his robe. He felt relief that it was out of her range of visibility and then immediately guilt.

He could not do this. She had to know and accept his claim before he could mount her. It was a matter of honor. He could not be so deceitful.

He shuddered and pressed a kiss to her neck before lifting his head. “Krystal, there is something I must tell you.”

“No,” she groaned, and her eyes opened just enough to squint at him in annoyance. “It better not be that you are married.”

He blinked down at her, somewhat offended. “No, of course not. There is only you that I am happy to worship.”

Her brow knitted slightly. “Any sexually transmitted diseases?”

He shook his head.

“Is this just a fling for you?” she demanded

“No!” he growled. “More than anything else, this can never be a fling. But there is a secret?—"

Krystal relaxed and smiled, her fingers rising to brush a lock of his hair back from his face. “In that case, I don’t care. Nothing else matters. Everyone has secrets. And right now, those are theones the matter to me. There will be more than enough time to reveal all our secrets to each other. Just so you know, I’m clean, single, and very, very interested in seeing where this goes in the long-term.”

“But—”

“Syrix,” she groaned, and she lifted her pelvis against his, applying exquisite pressure as she rubbed against him. That one motion ignited a deep, feral hunger within him that defied all reason and control. It demanded to rut and breed. He shuddered over her as she whispered the words that stole the rest of his will. “Shut up already and fuck me.”

“I do not wish you to regret this,” he panted. “Or say that I tricked you.”

Krystal lifted her head and firmly cupped his face between her hands, her blue eyes boring into his. “I’m telling you right now that I want you and am enthusiastically consenting to all of this. Okay? Now can we get back to the good stuff?”

He stared at her mutely and nodded his head to the best of his ability within her hold. “Very well,” he rumbled as he dipped his head and claimed her lips again. “Do not say that I did not try.”

Syrix leaned in, his mouth claiming hers as he hastily pulled off his outer robe. Krystal’s hands pulled impatiently at the material, tugging it from his arms and off his body with an eagerness that matched his own. He growled excitedly into her mouth and tucked his tail firmly behind his thigh, where it might not accidentally brush her, as he ran his hands over her shoulders and down her breasts, enjoying the way that they filled his hands. Her nipples concealed beneath the material peaked at his touch and he longed to explore them further, but he continued to drag his hands lower, taking care not to catch his claws on the fabric as he traced a path down to her belly before smoothing out in a circle out to her sides.

She quivered in response and arched her back, helping him as he slowly dragged the material of her tunic up higher from around her hips and baring her belly. His claws traced light patterns with every movement of his fingers as he slipped his hands up into her shirt, the feverish heat of her skin whispering seductively to him through his fingertips. The fragile network of her energy sang to him, seduced him. It drugged his senses with its potency, recklessly summoning every bit of longing to the surface.

Her hands slid against the muscles of his belly, stroking a path toward his chest as her tongue danced with his. He rocked with her and gasped, his teeth nipping her lip when her fingers scraped over his pectorals, catching his nipples with every pass. His head lolled with the exquisite sensations rushing through him, his brow brushing against her cheek. His breath was ragged, panting, as he sought to control himself and he curled his tail tightly against his back, but quivered when Krystal’s hands slipped out from beneath his shirt to claw and tug at his tunic as heat and need eclipsed their ability to reason.

Growling in protest, Syrix leaned her back so that she rested against his thighs, her breasts rising from her in the image of the most enticing and perfect offering. He shuddered and leaned forward, his mouth enveloping the tip of her breast, the heat of his mouth dampening the fabric as he rubbed his open mouth against her, exploring the shape of her and committing it to memory. She whimpered in reaction, her chest lifting to his mouth, silently begging for more until he scraped his teeth over the material, biting lightly at it and grazing the stiffened nipples with his fangs.

Krystal’s gasps of pleasure were the sweetest of sounds. They encouraged him and enchanted them with their breathy little songs. His back curved, his lips parting from her as he lifted just enough to help her as she pulled his tunic off him. He feltglorified by the way her eyes focused on him, their blue depths burning him like the hottest of flames. She devoured him with her eyes, and it just roused his passions to a higher degree as she tossed her tunic aside and reached for his pants.

His cock jumped as she palmed its concealed length and dragged her hand with exquisite torture from his scrotum to the fleshy head of his prick. Her fingers traced briefly over his abdominals before beginning their downward pursuit once more while Syrix trembled over her. His breath exploded from him as she cupped his sack and squeezed just enough to make his cock jerk attentively, his blood boiling through him. She played his body like an instrument with her exploration, but even with sexual frustration and need burning through him, he did not want for the moment stop. He wanted to catch fire and become a living flame as he scorched the meadow and bound her completely to him in the heart of the blaze that she breathed to life inside of him.

He hissed in longing, his hands impatiently pulling her garments from her and the small scraps of material that uselessly cupped her sex and breasts until he had nothing but her slick, welcoming heat within his hands as he petted her pretty breasts and explored hot, damp core of her. He slid his fingers back and forth along her folds, minding his claws as her fragrant honey bathed his hand and the silky flesh of her sex welcomed him with fresh rivers of her essence. She cried melodically in response, and he leaned forward to tease her breasts with his mouth and teeth, nipping and sucking as his palm cupped her cunt. Holding her there, his fingers dipped inside of her with slow, shallow thrusts that had her arching her hips with strained little cries.

He rose up onto his knees so that he could admire the passion flush of her skin. His claws had left tiny tracks of pink marks, and her skin was a dark shade where his teeth had nippedher in their little game of passion. His lips parted and he sighed, marveling at the beauty of his mate spread beneath him, her golden-brown mane spread out over the grass and dusted with the petals of flowers that had rained over them. Her blue eyes were hazy with passion and her lips plump and kiss bruised as she stared back at him. He longed for the talent of painters as he wanted to capture this moment for all time and the glory of the sun kissing her bared flesh.

She pushed herself up unexpectedly, her fingers latching once more to his trousers. He stilled and then growled, and she untied the fastenings and pushed them low over his hips. He shivered and caught her hands as the fabric bunched around the base of his tail. As much as he wanted her to undress him completely so that he could revel in the sensation of her hands petting and exploring him in her first discovery of his body, he had to be cautious so as not to scare her with coming into contact with something unexpected.

Glamoured or not, the moment she touched his ears or tail, the illusion would be broken.

So, he kept her hands from his head and kept his tail tucked out of the way as much as possible as he pulled down his pants and kicked them free as he crawled over her once more. Her eyes widened feverishly as they skimmed over his body and lingered on his sex. At least there he looked something like a human, though the proportions were not quite the same as the shaft of his cock was thicker toward the middle where the muscle would balloon in a knot when once he was clutched tightly within her depths.

Her slender legs parted for him, and he vibrated with the low rumble of desire that rose from his chest. Need was thickening and heating his blood until he was nearly crazy with the desire burning within him. And yet he touched her as if she were spun sugar or glass, ever so gentle and careful so that he brought hernothing but pleasure and only the tiniest bite of pain to make it sweeter when she begged for it.

Settling his pelvis in the vee between her legs, he rubbed his cock back and forth along her sex, bathing himself in her rich, decadent pheromones and the intoxicating liquor of her sexual fluids created just for him. Positioning his cock with one hand at her entrance, his lifted his fingers to his lips and inhaled her scent with a moan of pleasure before dragging his tongue over each digit to capture her flavor through that set of senses as he rocked forward and pushed his cock into the tight clasp of her channel. Krystal’s pupils expanded, and her bottom lip trembled as she throatily gasped a little cry of her pleasure.

His mouth descended upon hers then, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as his hips rocked, withdrawing and driving his cock into her. She moaned around his tongue and sucked it deep into her mouth as she rolled her hips, meeting his every thrust. His hand tangled in her hair, holding her head still as his mouth devoured her. His hips pistoned, his hunger driving his thrusts harder and faster, thrusting through one orgasm and then another as he rung them from his mate’s sweet little body until his mouth broke from hers and continued on a path down her neck. He traced the column of her neck with his lips and his tongue as he pumped, the muscles of his back and abdomen rocking and rolling with everything thrust, his grunts of pleasure rolling into lengthy growls as her cries fell from her lips, singing her pleasure louder and louder.

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