Page 36 of Foxin' Around

Summoning the massive roots deep within the ground, he drew them forcibly up so that they broke through the foundation and floor, tearing upward with long, numerous fingers. The first web of roots ensnared the lamia and the fear of anger and fear from her was almost gratifying. His power rolled around and through him as he continued to bid and command the roots, one after another winding around the creature, dragging her violently to the floor and safely away from his mate. He prowled toward his struggling, writhing prey but stopped just in front of her to glance toward his mate with concern, needing to reassure himself that she was well.

Krystal stared up at him, her lips parting as she took in the magnitude of his true essence and form as he had never dared to reveal himself. A look of wonder filled her eyes, but then her gaze turned toward the lamia, and her expression hardened as she struggled to her feet. The creature thrashed against the hold of the web she was caught within. Bending, his mate picked up a large blade from the ground and glanced over at him, conveying her intention. He bowed in assent but his eyes followed her every movement with relish as she approached the helpless female held within his enchantment and looked down at her pitilessly.

“You relish the pain of others, don’t you?” she lightly murmured as she gently ran the flat side of the blade along the lamia’s cheek. “Every life you destroyed, you’ve fed on it like a disease. And that is what you are. Lamias are plague bringers, creatures made from death and destruction.” Her lips twistedbitterly. “You would have gleefully torn me apart just to make the male I love—my mate—suffer.”

Lifting the blade, she sank it slowly into the lamia’s abdomen, just beneath her ribs so that the female screamed her pain that only grew louder as Krystal began to slowly saw upward while Syrix contained the lamia within his magic’s hold. The female writhed, blood pouring out of her, covering his mate’s hands and pooling at her feet. She did not seem to notice it, however. She only paused for a moment to give the lamia a cold, hard smile.

“You wanted my heart? Well, now I’m going to take yours,” she whispered vehemently as she continued to work her blade higher.

Syrix smiled and sent roots to assist her. They burrowed through the wound she made as the lamia screamed, slowly splitting the flesh wider, and cracking the ribs once his mate’s incision was complete. The female’s grotesque organs were on display, but pride filled him when Krystal went unerringly for the putrid heart and cut it from the lamia’s body. She held it up before the dying creature’s eyes for a long moment before tossing it to the ground. He watched the bloody organ hit the floor with satisfaction, but he glanced eagerly back at his mate as she turned to sweep her gaze over the cellar, his eyes lingering on the contorting eggs, the hatchlings screaming their anger deep within them where they were helplessly bound. Slowly, at last, she turned to him and gave him a weary smile.

“This is the real you, huh?” she asked, her eyes wide with awe, and he dipped his head in agreement. She laughed softly. “Wow.” She breathed deeply, her shoulders lifting and falling with her breath. “What do you say we burn this fucking place to the ground?”

He flashed his sharp teeth in a vulpine grin and his fire spread out from around him. It ran across the floor, slowlyconsuming everything it touched. Because it was his fox fire, he had complete control of it. Not only would it devour everything within the cabin, regardless of what it was made out of, but it wouldn’t harm the forest… or his mate.

Silently he moved toward her, his flames caressing her harmlessly as he brushed his muzzle against her arm and then her cheek. She laughed in awe, her hands running over him and he shivered with pleasure. If only he had been able to do this with her before. Lowering to a crouch, he silently nudged her with his muzzle, bidding her to mount him. She did not question it but climbed onto his shoulders, seating herself comfortably there while her hands tangled within his thick, long ruff.

Syrix rose, delighting in his mate’s weight seated upon him, and turned toward the exit. A small sound caught his attention, and he glanced down with relief as a small fox struggled to his feet. Fixi peered up at him for a moment, his tail bushing up happily before he took a few wobbling steps to regain his balance and then raced out of the burning room with an excited yip. Syrix grinned after him and followed suit, his fiery stride carrying them out of the cabin as the flames spread, devouring the cursed building whole.

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

As frightening as it was to have an entire cabin go up in flames around her, Krystal confidently clung to Syrix, knowing that he would never allow his own fire to hurt her. Elation rushed through as they broke from the crumbling cabin and raced along the lake to a safe distance to watch the fucking place burn. He crouched there in the grass, waiting patiently as she slipped from his shoulders and into the tall, soft grass. The fire illuminated the lake like a thing of beauty while the trees stood untouched around it, and she smiled in response. Of course, Syrix would not allow his fire to harm his forest either. It went no farther than the cabin as the flames rose and engulfed it completely.

Syrix joined her at her side as they watched the cabin burn. His form blurred and reshaped so that the male she knew so intimately well stood beside her once again, though he was still ethereal and aflame with his fox fire. She looked over at him curiously. Something was different beyond that, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, though there seemed to be a certain sadness within his eyes as he raised a glowing hand and brushed it along her cheek. He didn’t say a word but bent his head, hislips touching hers tenderly in a kiss she felt flow through her to very soul.

She wrapped herself around that feeling, drawing his magic deep into the core of her being as she returned his kiss. The sweetness of it deepened, their tongues stroking and entwining as they sank into each other, their kisses growing more and more fervent as desire awakened and surged forward in a reaffirmation of life and reunion. They shed their clothes as they kissed, or rather his clothing seemed to just withdraw into his flames, leaving his body bare as she clumsily pulled off her borrowed tunic and pants and tossed them to the ground. The heat of his body encompassed her as he held her, his hands trailing over as if memorizing the path of every contour, his claws skimming over her erotically until her body wept and begged for him.

Her hands slid eagerly between them, cupping the full, hard length of his cock within her palms. It twitched and she could feel the pulse of his heat through it as she ran her fingers slowly along it. Despite being quite large, it was a lot like any other man’s, except that it was uncut and had a slightly more pointed shape with a thick band of tissue around the center of its shaft that she knew from memory would balloon inside of her and knot them firmly together while they shook with their release. Her breath caught slightly at the conjured memory and her fingers tightened around him as she stroked. She could feel his fire flooding through it, rising in response, and his body trembled with his soundless gasp.

The evidence of his pleasure despite all that he had suffered while they had been separated tore something loose within her. A single tear dripped from her eyelashes only to be swiped away by his glowing hand. His fingers trailed a path down her cheek lovingly and cupped her chin to lift her head so that she met his glowing red regard. His eyes were brighter than rubies as theyglowed vibrantly, and yet there was a softness and sweetness within those depths that stole her breath. His lips moved and she heard a sighing whisper of sound that she could barely catch.

“Do not cry.”

Her chin trembled and she nodded. The horror of what had happened was done and the remains were encased in flames just a short distance away.

“Make love to me, make me feel like I’m really alive. So that there is no doubt in my mind that we are here and alive while that bitch burns.”

Amusement filled his eyes, his lips curling, but he nodded and slowly turned her so that her back was to him, his cock nestled against her ass as she faced the flames. His hands skimmed along her breasts, stroking them as his lips brushed her shoulder.

“Watch,” he whispered in the barest hint of sound.

She trembled under his hands as the flames grew higher, lighting up the night. And as the fire burned higher, their passion grew, her body arching in response to his petting as his hands stroked circling paths along her breasts before dipping down to her belly and returning. Each time he went down, he went a little farther, stirring her excitement with anticipation. His fire flowed through her and over her skin, drawing her pleasure in little peaks that had her shivering against him and her arousal slicking her thighs. When his hands finally slipped between her legs to pet her sex, her hips jerked and a soft exclamation of pleasure fell from her lips as a quiver of heat shot up through her belly.

His long fingers slipped over her sex, his claws dragging with a featherlight caress that made her legs weak as his pelvis rocked back and forth across her ass, smearing trails of precum from the tip of his cock. She breathed in deeply but was startled when she wasn’t met with the warm musk of his scent. There wasnothing but his fire as it curled around them, the tiny flames like additional fingers teasing both of them as they swayed together within its embrace. His fingers scissored her clit, stroking downward and drawing together. As they drew back upward, his other hand circled behind and came up beneath her leg, lifting it on his forearm so that he could sink them with excruciating slowness into her dripping sex. Krystal’s head rolled against his chest, her breath panting from her as his fingers stroked and thrust, her hips pumping in miniscule rocking movements as the tension coiled through until releasing with a strangled cry as an orgasm ripped through her.

Syrix responded with a growl of pleasure from behind her that was more of a sigh in the wind as his fingers left her. He lowered her leg as his hand slid back around to her front to join the other and they massaged her belly for a short time. He held her there against him as if he too were savoring the connection between them in that moment. His arm tightened around her, angling their bodies slightly so that her weight rested against him. One arm crossed just beneath her breasts to hold her securely while his other hand tucked from behind and under her leg again, carrying the weight on his forearm as he positioned the fat head of his cock against her entrance. Notching himself in place, his lips brushed against her neck as his hand drew back just enough to curl around her leg, supporting its weight as his cock sank deep with a strong, slow rock of his hips.

His cock seared a path of intense pleasure as she was split open upon it, her body stretching more than ever to accommodate the uncustomary angle. It drew a delicious friction through, bringing a new sense of fullness as his cock drove into her at the same moment his mouth opened against her neck and his teeth sank deep. Krystal moaned with the pleasure that raged through her like a flash fire, her body quivering as desire and pleasure shot up through her with araging intensity. With his teeth and cock lodged inside her, she felt pinned to him and bound to him deeper than ever as they rocked together with every thrust of his cock working in and out of her. They rode out that pleasure together as it grew fiercer so that his pelvis was slapping against her ass almost violently while their passion eclipsed the world around them. Krystal cried out with the pleasure winding tightly through her, her needy gasps filling the air even as Syrix silently trembled behind her with his own mounting climax.

He poured everything into her with each stroke of his cock. His lips and heat infused her, filling every corner of her being. She was bathed in his magic, consumed from the inside by his fire in exquisite bliss as her climax rose and shattered, breaking her and remaking her, over and over. She came apart in his arms, her shouts of pleasure filling the air as his cock swelled and ballooned within her. Every stroke became a yank against that knot, followed by a powerful thrust that spilled his fiery seed within her as he shook violently behind her with his own release. It was as if it was an unending tide of pleasure swept through her and carried her away. Their mingling fluids dripped from between them and ran down her thighs, and still he continued to fill her. Her channel rippled in tight pulses, demanding more from him as she quivered ecstatically within his hold.

They remained there like that, writhing passionately in the light of the fire consuming the Mallory cabin, the frenzy their need unabating until the flames began to die down as quickly as they had spread. With the super heat of Syrix’s fox fire, it had consumed the cabin completely, leaving nothing more than a blackened, burned-out husk. Smoke rose from the black wood and her mate’s cock finally deflated, one last shiver of pleasure rocking through them both as his cock withdrew from the tight clutch of her sex and he lowered her leg gently so that he could hug her within the embrace of both of his arms.

He held her for several heartbeats, his lips brushing her ear in a sweet caress that made tears spring to her eyes. Why did it feel like goodbye? He said it with words unspoken, but she heard it clearly all the same, drifting on a wave of love pouring between them.

“I love you,” he sighed, and then just that quickly his heat retreated, and he was gone.

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