Page 70 of Fox of Fox Hall

“Or I am,” Fox panted distractedly. “I know whyit wanted you. Conall, please.” He bore down once Conall’s knot wasin him, unable to do much more than that with how Conall had him.He was hard-soft but he didn’t care if his cock spent. He wanted tofinish from the drag of Conall’s cock and the pressure of his knot,and then be held there, filled and filled again with Conall’sstrength and teeth keeping him still.

“Why did it want me?” Conall groaned, moving atlong last. Fox was at his mercy, with no choice but to take him,but he was an insatiable receptive and whined his gratitude witheach thrust.

“To keep you.” Fox’s focus was almost entirelyon the thick, swollen knot tugging on the rim, the knot thicker andheavier each time. “Going to keep you,” he murmured feverishly,clenching although Conall wasn’t ready. “Keep you in me where youbelong.” So close, Fox was socloseto having him. He whinedagain, needier, vaguely aware of Conall trying to soothe him,pressing deeper and putting his lips to Fox’s brow as if Fox wantedcalming kisses.

Fox turned his head, baring his neck and theundoubtedly rosy skin where his neck met his shoulder.

“You can keep me,” Conall told him, grindingdown to make Fox moan. His knot was big, near to tying him to Fox.Fox shook and accepted distracted, almost worried kisses, and theflood of his wet fucked back into him. Everything was slick and hotand then suddenly tight, so wonderfully tight that Fox jerked andspent, moaning in shocked pleasure as his body squeezed Conall’sknot and he immediately came again.

Conall was cursing and groaning, heavy over him,movements ragged. Fox didn’t care. He tightened his fingers inConall’s hair, then ran them down Conall’s back. Conall wasspending even though his knot was still growing. Fox snarled toshow his displeasure at the wasted seed, but it was a mere second,and then Conall swore and forced his knot inside and kept it there,fat and gorgeous. He pressed down into Fox with nowhere left to go,his hands bruising as he held Fox on the knot making Fox wild.

“Take it,” he ordered, breath hot and thrillingbefore he sank his teeth into Fox, biting not to break skin but toremind Fox he was bred and mated, that he could move only when theywere done.

Fox took it, took of all it, moaning without endas he clenched and drew pained groans and more seed from Conall.Spit pooled beneath Conall’s mouth, his teeth dug into Fox’s tenderflesh, his knot sealed Fox tight, his weight was heavy and good.Fox would not give him up. He flushed hotter and continued workingConall’s cock even when Conall’s breath came faster and his gripgrew harder. Fox came again, or dreamed he did, drifting inpleasure and finally losing his hold on Conall’s hair.

When Conall’s teeth left him, some awarenessreturned. Fox’s hips ached. He was unbelievably wet with slick andsweat and spit. Conall was pressing reverent kisses to Fox’s neckand shoulder, and Fox’s legs were spread wide to accommodate amountain, no longer pressed to his chest. Conall’s muscles flexedbeneath Fox’s palms every time Conall grunted, because Fox wasstill clenching around Conall’s knot although Conall had to bespent for now.

Fox realized he wanted to pull Conall up to himas he was already doing it but didn’t stop himself. He slid theirmouths together in a tired attempt at a kiss, which Conallcorrected by taking over.

He was soothing Fox again. “Shh,” Conallmurmured against Fox’s mouth, silencing whatever silly thing Foxcould not seem to voice, since Fox did not seem to be able to speakproperly. Conall kissed Fox again, something that continued, gentleand pretty, until Conall tried to move.

Fox wrapped his arms and legs around him untilConall settled back down where he belonged.

“I thought you’d be uncomfortable,” Conalloffered, apologies in his tone.

Foxwasuncomfortable, now that hethought about it. Nonetheless, he didn’t move. He licked his lipsand swallowed several times and thought hard so he could speaksomewhat clearly. “Hold me down. Until it takes.” That wasn’t quitewhat he’d wanted to say, so he frowned and tried again. “Until I’mmated.” That was a little better although he jolted several secondsafter it was out.

“You have more knots to take if you want to beconvinced I’ve bred you.” Conall was so satisfied that for once Foximagined him as the one who should have been purring. “Which won’tbe a problem for me. I’m dreaming of you large with my young.”

Large indeed, with Conall’s children. Thethought was enough to set Fox’s heart to pounding with mild paniceven though Conall was teasing him.

Conall proved that by leaning down to murmurinto Fox’s ear, “Imagine me thick with yours and you’ll know how Ifeel.”

A whiny, hungry noise slipped out of Fox at thefantasy of Conall as his fertile. Everyone who met them, the entirecourt, would know Fox had knotted Conall and stuffed him full. Foxwould bite Conall’s neck for all to see and Conall wouldshamelessly show off the marks and his fat belly. Fox squirmed,stilling when Conall hissed in pained pleasure.

“I see your point,” Fox admitted weakly.

Conall dropped a kiss to Fox’s bruised, bittenshoulder, then raised his head. His gaze was a familiar warmth; itshouldn’t have made Fox shiver and tremble deep in his chest. Theshaking was not caused by fear, Fox realized and felt slow to theknowledge, as if he should have known that at once.

He opened his mouth only to shut it, not certainwhat to say, then momentarily forgetting himself entirely whenConall reached between them to stroke Fox’s swelling cock.

“You’re hard-soft,” Conall observed, notunhappily, although with some disbelief. “You spent several times.I’m still in you. Yet you’re already hard-soft.”

Fox opened his mouth again. “It feels right tohave you there.Here,” he added quickly as though that wouldmake what he’d said less odd and terrifying. “In me—withme.” That was slightly better. “It’s right that you’re with me. Idon’t want to let you go.”

Barely a second after that, Fox whispered,“Oh,” and closed his eyes. “I was passion-struck for youtoo,” he realized aloud, voice small. “And now you give me this.You won’t take this from me? I get you? I get a place?”

“You get me.” Conall ran his knuckles softlydown Fox’s cheek until Fox opened his eyes. “And a home, for aslong as you want it. Although it will be awkward meeting my familyif you don’t release me at some point.”

Fox stared at him with faint but rising alarm.“Yourfamily….”

“You and I are passion-struck,” Conall remindedhim. “I wouldn’t give you up even if they disapproved. But theywon’t. Which makes me ‘the dragon,’ apparently. A remark you mightexplain to me whenever you feel ready.” He raised both eyebrows inquestion.

Fox ignored that, not even sure what Conall wastalking about. His embarrassment was more of his concern at themoment. It would grow worse over time, he was certain of it. He hadbeen passion-struck and hadn’t even known.

He focused on Conall’s expectant expression,enough sense returning to him to make him suspicious. “You don’tseem surprised that I was struck for you.” Fox narrowed his eyes,only to be distracted by more petting.

“You told me you were last night, or so itsounded to my desperate heart. Then you said it again today infront of the king.” Conall’s smirk for that was indecent, althoughbrief. He grew serious again when Fox tried to avoid his eye. “ButI was content to try to win your affection, Fox. So, although thatwas pleasing to hear, I was already set on this course.”

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