Page 41 of Fox of Fox Hall

“Don’t tease.” The hoarse words sent anotherthrill through Fox. He shook his head, and when that didn’t seem tomake Conall understand, Fox kissed him again.

“Fuck it back into me,” he ordered breathlessly.“If any slips out. Breed me right. Fuck it back in. Make me takeit, Conall. I wouldn’t… not for anyone else. Just you.”

Conall’s eyes were wide and pretty.Conallwas so pretty. Fox should tell him that more, andspur him to fuck harder by whispering about the beautiful youngthey would not be making when Conall mounted him and bit his neckto keep him still.

Fox rose up, keeping his hold on Conall’s cockso he could direct it to his hole, dragging the head through theslick on his thighs first. He whined, shakier than before,tormented by his own fantasy. “Even if you don’t win,” he promisedrashly. “I won’t make you wait. I can’t. Conall,please.”

Conall pulled Fox down onto his cock and heldhim there while Fox squirmed and whined and tried to work the knotto its full size. Conall held him tighter, rocking up slightly todrive Fox mad but not fucking him. Half a knot was not enough. Foxbatted Conall’s hand from his cock and kept wriggling, gasping whenhis effort was rewarded and Conall’s knot grew larger.

“Until you can’t move,” Conall promised inreturn, knot swelling inside Fox while Fox writhed on it. “Untilyou’re full of my seed and locked tight. Until it takes and thereis only me.”

“Only you,” Fox answered desperately, and howledto wake the hall when Conall lifted him to pull him back down ontohis cock and his swollen knot and finally fuck him.

ChapterSeventeen

There was some cleanup involved when theyfinally separated. Since Fox’s legs were unsteady and he wasnotleaving the room with rags in his hair, Conall wasforced to fetch water and a towel. Fox managed to wipe himself upbut not much more than that, and found himself rudely pushed andprodded into lying with his head on a pillow instead of partiallyhanging off the bed.

Conall didn’t bother with blankets, nor did heprobably need to except in the depths of winter. He settled besideFox in the dark with a long, satisfied exhale and then should havefallen asleep immediately. Fox had a wonderful hum in his blood andshould have done the same.

He was on his side facing away from Conall. Thetip of Conall’s tail lay against the small of his back. “Foxlike?”he wondered.

“Mm.” That could have meant anything, which waslikely why Conall elaborated a moment later. “I don’t speak much ofold Kaskan but that’s well known. Foxlike and cunning is our clan.”His sigh was almost sad. “What was the name of the family who ruleswhere you’re from? I might be able to tell you the meaning.” Hepaused. “Are any of them at court? That must have beenuncomfortable for you.”

Fox laughed a little without meaning to. “Mostof us commoners do not dream of meeting the nobles who claimdominion over us. Most don’t even want to—it’s nothing but trouble.Anyway… I don’t know.” He considered it but there was nothing inhis memory. “I was young when I was there, and no one would havediscussed the local nobles with me even if they’d been thinking ofthem. Then I left and had no one place that was mine.” He neverknew whether to be suspicious or not when Conall went quiet. Itmight mean courtly tact. It might also mean Conall thinking thingshe had no business thinking. “I wasn’t abandoned or mistreated,Conall. My parents had a farm and there was sickness and they died.I don’t remember the name of their farm. I was too young to workit. Too young to care for myself either, so the people on theneighboring farms took me in. One after another, whenever they hadthe food and space to spare. But there were bad years, and they allhad many mouths to feed, and I was never meant to toil in a field.So I found my own way. Which led me here. The story is only unusualin that I ended up at court.”

“How old were you when your parents died?” Thebed creaked as Conall moved. Fox suspected he was trying to getcomfortable without crowding Fox off the bed. The struggles ofbeing built like a tree.

“Eight or nine or so.” Fox frowned at theshadows. “My bearer gave me a wooden flute; my first instrument. Myother parent taught me kitchen work.”

“You can cook?”

He did not appreciate Conall’s astonishment.“Some foods, yes. Though it’s not something I speak of here. I’drather not deal with more sneers than I already do.”

Conall shifted again, rolling onto his side,which put more space between them. “It’s not solely because youaren’t byr, you know. That would have made you a target but it’snot what scares them. It’s that you captivated him and then hedidn’t treat you how he’s treated so many others.”

“Yes, he did.” Fox raised his head from thepillow. “You were there,” he reminded Conall tightly. “I wasdiscarded like the rest.”

“No. You were in his bed for a long time, andthen one of the rare few invited to stay close… as close as heallows. That scares them because they truly don’t know where to putyou. They don’t know whereheputs you. Above them, almostcertainly. But that sort of power in the hands of…”

“A jumped-up street musician,” Fox finished whenConall hesitated.

“And you don’t use that power as they would.”Conall exhaled hard enough for Fox to feel it through thenightshirt. “Which is probably another reason why he favors youstill… although not enough.”

Fox slowly lowered his head to the pillow. “Youtalk about Domvoda like you know him well.”

“I didn’t always look like this,” Conallremarked, and judging from his stillness, was taken aback by howquickly and coldly Fox snapped, “Is there something wrong with howyou look now?”

Then, of course, Fox caught up with what Conallwas telling him—in the worst way possible—and went quiet. “Oh,” hesaid at last, “you too?”

“Domvoda and I are the same age and from twovery old families. We’ve known each other almost all our lives. Ofcourse we did, although he wasn’t king then. He wasn’t… like he isnow. He was happier.”

“So he keeps you around. Close but not tooclose.” Fox considered that, or would in the future. At the moment,he thought of other things. “You played the fertile for him?”Conall got wet too, but not like someone eager to be filled. He’dshown no inclination for that with Fox. Fox didn’t know if he wasbothered by that or not.

The bed creaked again, perhaps from Conallshrugging. “Once or twice. It was pleasant enough. But you have thewrong idea.” The bed was silent but suddenly Conall was whisperinginto Fox’s ear. “He squealed quite prettily on my knot.” He buriedhis nose in Fox’s hair while Fox gasped. “Although he fought thepleasure. Even then, he worried about people witnessing him inmoments of weakness. What he would call weakness. I would call itchoking my knot on that tight hole and frowning furiously whilebegging for more but…”

“Conall!” Fox stopped him there, halfscandalized, half aroused. Domvoda was not beautiful but he wasforceful and attractive. Conall was huge and very happy to let hispartners ride his cock until they’d exhausted themselves. It was acompelling image. Fox had to take several moments with it. Then hecleared his throat. “But I squeal the prettiest?”

Conall let out a small puff of surprisedlaughter. “You don’t squeal. You shout and plead and feel it all.”He nuzzled Fox’s hair again and Fox couldn’t be bothered to scoldhim for disturbing the curls. “I’ve never had sweeter.”

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