Page 19 of Fox of Fox Hall

“You can have it, Fox. Don’t worry,” Conallwhispered, answering Fox’s dreamily confused frown with a gentlychiding look and another kiss. “The next one on your hands andknees like you wanted. No need to worry that you’ll go hungry. Youcan take all you need, pretty thing.”

“Next one?” Fox croaked, once-filled already andhis blood singing with how good it felt. He imagined himself facedown on Conall’s bed, hot inside with more of Conall’s seed andstuffed tight with a knot to keep it there, and tightened aroundConall’s cock involuntarily. He gasped, high and strained.

Conall dropped his head to breathe harshly.“Next one.” It was almost vicious. “After that, it’s my choiceagain.”

Beneath Fox’s palms, Conall’s muscles shivered.He had strength and stamina enough to do exactly what he promised.All of it, and whatever Fox might want too.

“Conall,” Fox murmured, bringing one hand up totoy with Conall’s hair.

Conall raised his head. “Hmm?” He made no moveto disentangle himself although if he’d wanted to, Fox would havereleased him. Foxshouldrelease him, as a matter of fact,stop petting him, unfurl his tail, and ease his legs down.

Conall was flushed and Fox had disturbed hishair. His gaze was as it always was, though he should have beensated. A bubble rose within Fox’s chest, a giddy laugh he had tofight.

“I said against the door,” he reminded Conalltartly because that look compelled him to saysomething. “Onmy toes.” That was too breathy to be tart, but he tried. Conall’sparted lips were so inviting. Fox forced himself to look intoConall’s eyes instead. “Entirely at your mercy.”

“You trust yourself to my mercy?” Conall movedhis hips, sending syrupy lightning through Fox’s body. Fox wouldhave arched from the bed but Conall’s weight and his own hairtrapped beneath his shoulders kept him down.

“Fuck,” Fox exclaimed when he could speakagain, his cock throbbing. “Yes. I am slick again just thinking ofit. Just that and I’ll be satisfied, I swear.”

Conall appeared to consider it, then said,watching Fox intently, “With our difference in height, if you wantmy knot against the door, I’ll have to pick you up, have you thatway.” The spasm of pleasure that went through Fox’s body madeConall drop his head to groan again. “If you leave me anything,” headded weakly.

Fox ran his hands through Conall’s hair and downhis neck to the marks Fox had left on his back. He traced themwhile Conall panted and filled him, and closed his eyes to bask inwarmth.

“We are doing this right or not at all,” Conallgrowled at Fox breathlessly, teeth by his ear, pushing his cockinto Fox but then slowing and pulling back whenever his knot beganto swell.

Fox, flat on his stomach, legs spread, tailuseless, his hole and his cock dripping steady messes beneath him,asked in a low, strained voice. “Do what?” This felt right to him,except for how Conall was resisting knotting him, tormenting himwith his cock and the promise of a third knot.

The table by the door was cleared of Conall’sthings. They were scattered across the floor from how Conall hadswept the table so he could set Fox there while he’d still beenburied deep in Fox after fucking him against the door. Lifting him,as he’d predicted, and therefore not letting Fox do much more thanmoan as he was filledso fucking muchthat he’d rememberedConall’s name before his own, his tail greedily claiming themountain for him.

Two knots. Fox was flying, his thoughts amess, skin flushed with kisses and blushes and probably bruises. Heought to sleep.Theyought to sleep. He’d tried saying soonce, was sure he had. And Conall had grunted and said, “When we’redone,” and then they’d been kissing again, Fox pulling Conall downto get at his soft, soft mouth.

Two knots, and now a third, if Conall would geton with it. Or continue as he was. Both outcomes were good, Foxdecided, giggling into the bed before he could control himself. Hewould have worried about that, but Conall didn’t seem to mind Fox’sridiculousness.

“Or maybe I have done it.” Conall put his mouthto the top of Fox’s spine, slowing his thrusts again with a painedgroan that did not muffle the satisfyingly wet sounds of Conallmethodically fucking his own seed back into Fox.

Fox considered demanding to know what Conall wastalking about. But then he wriggled his hips instead, drawinganother grunt from Conall before Conall buried himself to the hiltin the sticky, greedy clutch of Fox’s hole and pushed down to keepFox from moving again.

“To fuck you sweet,” Conall finally explained.“But never mind. Four might do it.”

“Four?” Fox echoed feverishly, tail joltingoutward like an arrow with his shock. Then he was rocking his hipsagainst the mattress, teasing his sore cock and trying his best toshift the mountain on top of him. “Conall….” It wasn’t begging ifhe used a needy, honeyed voice that seemed to nearly always makeConall kiss him. “Do you know what your knot feels like?” Foxdidn’t wait for an answer to his teasing question, he just keptmoving. “I want to be filled again. I want to come on it. It’s sogood, Conall. Your seed in me is so good.”

“Clever.” Conall grunted again, soundingdispleased, but then retaliating twice over by teasing the rim ofFox’s hole where it stretched around him and whispering,“Beautiful,” as if he had noticed how the word drove Fox from hissenses.

When Fox was finally allowed Conall’s knot, whenthe candle was halfway down and Fox was on his knees and shakingwhile Conall pressed himself to his back and stuffed him hard,Conall put his palm over Fox’s lower belly and pushed in, makinghis knot inescapable.

Fox’s wails as he came were likely heard acrossthe hall.

Then, eventually, even though he was breathingheavily and surely must need rest, Conall arranged Fox’s worn,comfortably exhausted body on his bed and bent Fox’s kneesagain.

“Four?” he asked, fire in his eyes.

Conall had won nearly every tournament foryears. He had scaled a dragon with his bare hands and fallen fromthe sky with it. Fox should not have been surprised.

But Fox had risen from farmer’s child to courtmusician; he had no intention of giving in. Or in missing out onone more vigorous stuffing.

He beckoned Conall to him with hands and mouthand tail and found himself smiling as he was kissed again.

When Fox woke after that, Conall’s mass close athis back, the candle ready to gutter, he rose to leave only to fallbackward onto his ass on the bed, rousing Conall.

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