Page 69 of Fox of Fox Hall

“All?” Conall echoed Fox incredulously, thensmoothed out his expression to regard Fox seriously. “Yes. That’sall, if you want to try. Learning each other and making a path thatpleases us. And I will take care of you.” He added that as if itwas not conditional, a clause in a contract like what Domvoda mightsign with a fertile:Byr Conall Zainvilk Vulpets et suntene willtake care of the creature known as Fox.

Fox swallowed a sudden lump in his throat. Noone had taken care of Fox since he’d been a child. He didn’t needthat.

But he trembled, then reached for Conall, hidingagainst him because it felt right.

“Pink even on the tips of your ears,” Conallobserved with pleasure.

Fox’s ear tips were normally pink. He didn’twant to imagine their shade now.

He raised his head, so close to Conall that hehad to lean back to meet his eyes. “Complete victory?” It was awhisper. “Even over me?”

“Are you scared?” Conall whispered back, gentlytugging the pins from Fox’s hair after Fox nodded. “You had yourtriumph over me within seconds.”

“You wanted me.” That, Fox recognized. He wethis lips, then tried the words. “To mate me.” Lightning shotthrough him, his tail hitting the bedding with force. “As you wouldlike to breed me—in play.”

A breeding necessarily involved fucking andknotting. A mating might, or might not, although if feelings wereinvolved in the fucking, then knots would almost certainly happen.Either way, a mating went beyond whatever was, or wasn’t, done inbed. It was a way to express feelings too great for words or formalritual.

Well, perhaps one word.

Passion, Fox thought, almost faint.

His pulse felt heavy, a slow throb at his wristsand between his legs. He tried to clamp his thighs closed, butConall was between them, leaving Fox with no way to get frictionunless he used one of Conall’s thighs.

The room was too hot. Fox’s skin was stingingand he was seconds from growing wet. He was as suddenly desperateas he’d been the night before the tournament, in this very bed ontop of Conall, teasing Conall with the idea of a play-breeding.Conall had begun to form a knot with barely a touch. Fox had beendripping.

Fox squirmed and didn’t bother to hide it. “Winor lose, I promised you that.” His wriggling or his aroused flushbrought Conall’s hands to his hips to push Fox further back ontothe bed. Color rushed through Conall’s face too. “A breeding.” Foxmade sure his voice was at its prettiest. “They are all there now,imagining me pleading for your knot. They don’t know you will be inthis bed for hours trying to get your young on me.”

His own words made him lift his hips, as ifanything was going to ease the ache inside him now except Conall’sknot.

“Fox,” Conall begged, voice alreadyrough.

Fox shook his head, curls flying, his eyes fixedon Conall as he slid onto his back. “You will, won’t you?” he askedearnestly, only distantly concerned with the realities of a truebreeding or what else this might feel like. “You’ll hold me, andmount me, and give me your seed until it takes?Two daysI’ve had to wait for you, for this. Will that be enough? Should Imake you wait longer so you can fill me without end?” He whined ashe shoved his breeches down, then bent his knees, which frustratedhim more when it made his breeches impossible to remove. Conall hadhis hands on him but just stared down at Fox, enthralled. Foxabsolutely could not wait no matter what he’d teased. He’d neverfelt so empty.

“I’ve been aching to feel your teeth,” Foxconfessed boldly, more than a little shaken to realize hehadbeen. “What must I do to prove it?” he demanded ratherthan dwell on any revelations, and shifted back to give himselfroom to roll over onto his stomach. He raised himself up onto hiselbows and knees immediately, his tail in the air. His breecheswere heavy and sticky with wet, his body more than ready to bebred.

He was glad Conall couldn’t see his face toremark on his blushes, but perhaps it was worse that he couldn’t.Conall, presented with Fox offering himself, did not seize Fox andfuck into him as Fox wanted. He took hold of Fox with large, surehands and tugged Fox’s breeches down to his knees, then slid thosehands up Fox’s slick thighs and rumbled something under his breath.He kneaded Fox’s plump ass and pushed Fox’s legs farther apart toleave Fox spread for him. Still not satisfied, he took his timelooking his fill, leaving Fox to burn hotter and hotter. When hedid finally move, it was to enter Fox with his fingers.

Fox dropped his head to whine.

Conall murmured, “Pink everywhere,” but leaneddown before Fox could snap at him and licked around where his twofingers were holding Fox open.

Fox curled his toes and let his protest stay agarbled whimper. But the pressure from Conall’s fingers did notequal his cock and did not come close to his knot. Fox needed thatstretching him and keeping him pinned. Not even Conall’s greedytongue on his inner thighs could satisfy him now although he pushedup into Conall’s hands for more.

“Your fingers cannot put any young in me,” Foxhissed, irritable at the discovery that he was still trapped by hisclothes and couldn’t open his legs any wider. He complaint became ayelp as his hole was suddenly empty of even fingers, then astartled cry as his breeches were stripped from him and he wasflipped onto his back. Seconds after that, the cry was a giddylaugh for Conall finally moving over him, as naked as Fox was. Foxreached for the forming knot at the base of Conall’s cock andsqueezed, smiling mean and pleased when Conall groaned. “Such apretty, fat knot,” Fox cooed at him. The knot was lovely, darklyflushed in the bright light. “Going to fill me up and keep melocked tight on it?”

Conall pushed Fox’s hands to the bed withinseconds, then kissed him, smiling a mean smile of his own when hepulled away and Fox chased after his mouth. “Like this,” he saidsweetly, “so I can see your face when my seed takes.”

Nothing would take, and yet Fox’s mouth fellopen as he panted and tried not to writhe. It was not just Conall’sknotting him, although he wanted that desperately. It was theteasing words that nonetheless meant Conall wanted to keep Foxnear, to keep him always, or at least for the time it would take toraise imaginary young. Everyone would know Conall valued Fox anddesired him, and envy Fox for the mountain in his bed.

Fox strained upward until Conall took his mouthin another kiss. “Yes,” he whispered when they separated, when hecould breathe. “Conall.” Fox soared as he begged. “Conall,please. Now that I know, I can’t wait.”

“Know what?” Conall pressed, turning his head toplace a distracted kiss on the tip of Fox’s tail, not seeming tocare that the rest of Fox’s tail was draped over his shoulders.“What do you know now? Tell me.Fuck, you’re always so wetfor me but never like this.” He slipped his fingers back into Foxjust to pull them out and drag them through the resulting gush ofslick. He stroked himself with his gleaming hand and Fox distantlyhad to agree that daylight was a gift to be appreciated. “Fox.”Conall was breathless but stern. “What do you know?”

Fox brought his legs up, squirming when Conallpushed them to his chest and held them there to look over Foxagain, and the hole pink and shining wet and empty. Fox had taken afortune from Conall today and yet only felt greedy now, gaping andhungry for Conall’s spend and heavy knot. And Conall liked him thatway, the fire in his eyes greater than even Domvoda’s.

“You’re the dragon,” Fox informed him with asnap of his teeth and then a moan, his head back, when Conallfinally pushed his cock inside of him. Conall was slow, letting Foxfeel every inch before he answered.

“The dragon?” he demanded, strained.

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