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“He's so pretty…”
The TV blared on with some anime of the month while you curled up in Fox’s lap. Something with a main character- a stunning man with graceful feminine features and an elegant cape running around in the dazzling city of Paris.
Or something.
It was difficult to really focus on the actual story, save for the two characters. His sharp claws nipped your scalp satisfyingly while the couch cushions pressed softly against your skin. You were half-way from falling asleep, especially with how late he had been arriving home, but waiting and staying awake for him has become part of your routine. The bed felt too empty without him. And now here, he was soft, warm and your body felt like it practically melted into him.
“Oh? What was that, pet?”
His hand stopped and you groaned at the warmth pulling away. You had half a mind to reach out and pull it back, but you’re pretty sure you’d have half an arm if you did. The cold steel of a shock collar he’d put on you was an omnipresent reminder of the power he held over you, even though it became almost irrelevant after a few months.
Maybe it was the tiredness finally reaching you, because you did it anyway. And surprisingly, he simply resumed his touches with a hum. “He's so pretty .” You rambled on. “I’ve always kinda liked feminine men. Specifically the ones where they’re soft and fragile, like a porcelain doll. It’s all so cute. Sometimes, I don’t really know whether I feel attracted to them, or want to be them…”
“Well, how interesting.” Fox smirked at the new information. Upon combing through a tangle in your hair, he yanked your head up almost painfully so he could gaze at you.
A soft smile spread across your face as he stared you in the eyes. It was like he was searching for…something? He was nothing but captivated as you spoke. “I don’t really know what that says about me. Maybe I’m a bit of a degenerate? What can I say, I like it when men whimper.”
“It says a lot of things about you, I think.” He released you and erupted into a sharp, barking laugh. His tail wrapped protectively around your inner thigh as he slowly calmed down. “Oh, dear pet, so amusing. I’ll tell you what. I have a surprise for you, but I need you to turn around for a while.”
With the way the brush of his fur trailed further and further up your thigh, it’s pretty clear what he’s trying to insinuate. However, your body had become so relaxed against his that you weren’t particularly keen on moving. It's not like you have a choice anyway, plus, your interest was already starting to outweigh your reluctance. With furrowed brows, you peeled yourself off him and slumped towards a corner of the couch to face away.
Fox chuckled at your irritation and let his touch linger for a moment before leaving. “Trust me, it’s with the wait.”
You sat awkwardly as soft noise filled the room- something like cloth rustling against cloth or fabric shifting against skin. There was even a small chime of a bell. Shifting your thighs together in anticipation, you twitched with each sound. The temptation to peek is almost enough to get you to disobey him.
“No peeking.” His voice cut through your thoughts, as if he read your mind. His tone left no space for argument, edging towards the threatening growl you were used to.
The noise continued. It almost sounded like he was putting something on? Your foot tapped against the floor and you stretched your arms with a big yawn. “But…what if I do?”
“I’ll make you regret it, sweetie. Well, no matter, you can turn around now.”
“Oh?” Your lips curled into a smile. Somehow, you feel that this ‘surprise’ would be a bit…softer than you were used to.
No amount of speculation prepared you for the sight of Fox standing in front of the TV clad in a two-piece black, frilled maid outfit. The skirt flitted across the middle of his thighs, just barely showing enough of his more intimate areas. Although he’s relatively flat-chested, the boob window teased the sight of his nipples and cream colored chest fur just a smidge out of view. He looked at you with a winning smile, though his cheeks blushed red and his ears laid back against his head.
With each enthusiastic wag of his tail, you got a peek of his underwear. Rather, your underwear, on him . Meaning this pervert snuck into your room, dug through your dirty laundry, and found your used panties.
“Oh…” Fox tilted his head at your breathless tone. You approached slowly, eyes grazing the whole view. “ Oh .”
“Careful, pet. If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I'll get cold.” He teased with a hypnotically slow sway of his tail. The skirt fluttered as he stepped closer and gently held your chin in his hands, holding his claws out of the way. His breath tickles when he leans in with a small grin. “What do you think?”
“You look absolutely divine,” You breathed out shakily. Your head spun as your eyes flitted up and down his body, ignoring his comments. Everything, down to the last detail, sold the whole look of innocence; though clearly Fox was far from the porcelain doll you found alluring, considering he was a lot older and weathered than your ideal. You licked your lips. No, this was better. “So while I’m here rambling about the kind of men I’m into, you surprise me with this? Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
His thumb slipped into your mouth and you needed no instruction to start sucking the way he liked it, letting your tongue brush and push against the pads of his finger. “Oh, yeah. Quite the coincidence, isn’t it?” Fox moved to pull your body flush against him, making sure to grind his crotch right on your inner thigh and moan softly in your ear. “Maybe it’s a hint. A suggestion, even…”
Your panties are absolutely soaked at his actions. It was so filthy, the way he slowly started to press up and down your leg, but it only served to excite you further. You licked your lips as he dragged his clothed cock across your skin. Pre-cum seeped through his panties and left a slimy, slick trail down your thigh.
“Mm,” You bit back a moan. “Surely you aren’t that interested in impressing a pet.” Even through the mind-numbing lust that clouds your mind, the special treatment still doesn’t make sense to you. “Or is this something for Chat too?”
“I do have many fans, you’re not wrong…And I do seek to impress and appease.” His head lowered to brush his fangs against the side of your neck, just barely enough to draw blood. “However, I do prefer it when you express your admiration for me, sweetheart. This is for our eyes only.”
You blinked. There was a strange sort of affection that laced the edges of his words, but you didn’t get to think about it too long as your focus shifted to the sharp pain of him biting your neck. His tongue immediately settled to comfort the spot, pressing and gliding across the sensitive skin. Fox mumbled a groan into your skin and sped up his thrusts. It’s all too much- your legs felt like jelly as you clung onto his shoulders.
He pulled his mouth away, causing a whine to slip from your throat. “You must be so happy that your master is treating you well, aren’t you?”
In the haze of your pain and arousal, you choked out a laugh. “I am…You’re such a gracious master…So kind. So good to me.”
You thought of closing your eyes to bask in the bliss, but thankful you don’t, and you get treated to a rare sight. Of Fox and a soft, almost boyish bashfulness across his worn features. He almost sounded like he was purring, though it was difficult to discern from all his panting and hushed groans.
“I do try.” Fox noticed your staring and looked away, his tail tucking in between his legs. “A loving, obedient master to his pet. What do you think of that?”
Just the thought of seeing such a powerful man tremble and whimpering under your body is enough to make you finally snap. Suddenly filled with a wave of confidence, you grabbed his wrist and spun him around so both of you ended up closer to the bedroom. His breath-takingly amber eyes sharpened to slits and his fur immediately spiked at the sudden change. Just out of the corner of your eyes, a familiar remote slipped into his grasp.
Your breath came in quick and shallow pants- half in fear and half in arousal. Fuck the absolute terror you felt. You need this man in you. “Get your ass on the bed. Now. And keep the dress on.”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise, and for a brief moment you think he’ll really press the button and whatever fun you’ve had will be cut short. But he doesn’t. He instead flattened his ears as he walked towards the bed, swaying his hips alluringly with each step. The remote disappeared back into the folds of his blouse. Fox laid back and shimmied out of the skirt, laying it under him.
“Of course, pet.” There’s still a smug smile on Fox’s face, but he’s nothing but obedient and expectant when he spreads his legs, fully revealing the soft plain white panties underneath the skirt.
It’s all so tantalizing- the fabric cupped his bulge nicely, just enough to smoothen it, yet still showed the outline of his cock and knot. Better yet, the wet spot you felt earlier had quickly stained it darker. He shifted a little, and actually? Maybe it was his growing arousal or just the size of your panties on him, but it actually seemed difficult for everything to be kept in the underwear. His tail tip curled towards his crotch, silently directing you to him with a lazy swish.
You really just wanted to shove the panties to the side and have your way with him. To desperately lick at the fabric, maybe even suck him off just to get the taste of his delectable, salty cum down your throat mixed with whatever days old sweat and fluid you had. But an idea was already forming in your head and none of it included that. At least, not yet.
“Have you gone senile?”
He froze and bristled at your harsh words for a second, but he didn't stop you from grabbing his tail roughly and delivering a swift swat to his ass. The fabric rustled with his twitches of pain.
Fox's breath hitched and slowly released into a laugh. “Oh, you naughty pet. How long have you been keeping this side hidden?”
You grabbed his hair roughly and dug your nails painfully into his scalp. “I said to keep it on.” Your gaze never doesn't part from his body as he slipped the clothing back on again. “You know what? You've been so talkative, even without your beloved chat. I know a nice way to shut that pretty mouth of yours and put your tongue to good use. Care to guess?”
“I wonder what that is-” With feigned innocence, his voice trailed off to a gravelly challenge. A growl. “I want you to say it, dear.”
You looked at his smug, defiant face and growled back, much to his surprise. “No. That's not how this works. You're mine, and you'll do as I say. You want to be a good master? Shut up.”
You quickly undressed and joined him back on the bed.
“They said you were good. Really good with your tongue. World class oral.” With newfound vigor, you climbed over him and straddled his face. With two fingers, you exposed yourself inches away from his mouth. From the way his warm breath shuddered and stimulated your sensitive skin, it’s clear how much he wanted this, just as much as you did.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say I’m good…” He trailed off with feigned embarrassment. His eyes flitted to the side before settling back onto yours. His gaze softened to a sultry amber glow.
“I’d say I’m absolutely incredible.”
A blush immediately crept on your cheeks. Fox sat curiously, his tail slowly swaying in anticipation like a pendulum. Despite him sitting so obediently, it seemed like he still found ways to worm his way into getting you flustered.
You pulled yourself together and grabbed a fist full of the thick hair on the nape of his neck, earning you a guttural groan. “Well then. Service your dear pet.”
With no hesitation, his hands immediately grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto his face. He wasted no time darting his tongue into your tight heat, easily prodding and pushing against your walls. Finally getting some sort of attention on your arousal sent a choked moan from your lips, and you’re left weak as he sloppily ate you out. Even the way the bridge of his nose shoved against your clit made you tremble.
“F-fox! Ah-” You gritted your teeth and stifled a yelp by biting down on a free hand while the other fisted and yanked on his hair. “So good. So good for me. *All for me*.” A strange sense of possessiveness overtook you. You started to grind against him now in earnest and in complete disregard to whether he could even breathe.
In your peripheral view, you could see his boner bouncing completely in view and pressed against his skirt with each desperate thrust of his hips. Oh, he was really enjoying this. Maybe even more than you.
“You filthy old man.” A breathless laugh rumbled from your chest. If possible, you pressed yourself closer to his trembling body, definitely now suffocating him. “Really letting some innocent, weak little captive take advantage of you? So pussy hungry you’ll settle for anyone?”
He mumbled something, though it was a bit hard to hear given how vigorously he slurped and sucked at your heat. Shivering, he ate you out like a man starved. Each moan of his sent you more shocks of pleasure.
His hands slowly left your hips and rested themselves on your balled fists. True to his word, he quickly found what made you really squeak and squirm, endlessly teasing those spots with a frenzy. Almost to a near painful degree, Fox's warm tongue even pushed deeper than you could ever reach with your fingers.
It didn’t take long for you to reach your climax with the new intensity- your hands tugged him even closer as you shuddered in the aftershocks of probably the best oral of your life. You took a moment to catch your breath and tumbled off to the side. Strands of his ginger hair lingered on your hands.
Surprisingly he was still alive, though his breath was just as ragged as yours, if not worse. Fox’s tongue darted to lick all of your cum off his face, savoring every single trace of it with a carnal groan. His pupils were blown wide while he stared blissfully at the ceiling.
The two of you sat for a quiet moment, mutually recollecting and resting. It’s Fox’s laugh that broke the silence.
“I assume you enjoyed it, dearie?”
“Mm, more than enjoyed it.” You agreed with a hum and looked at his skirt. It was practically ruined now- it completely slipped your mind in the throes of your own pleasure, but it seemed like he came too from just eating you out. Every little drop could've been dumped into you, but instead sat like beaded pearls on the skirt. “But you know, I still want something of yours.”
His eyes followed your gaze and he matched you with a smug smirk. “Oh~ something of mine….” Fox stayed completely still, awaiting your next move.
“Mr. Fox.” Whispering, you looked into his eyes intently, and he returned with his usual predatory stare, although his ears angled and twitched to hear you better. “I want your cum so deep inside of me that I’ll be leaking for days. So be a good little master and sit still, alright?” Shakily, your hands cupped his balls and slowly transitioned up to his knot, being sure to rub and tease at the sensitive skin through fabric.
“Yes, dearie…” You pressed your thumb against his tip, earning you a shuddering yip.
Your head moved further down his body and nuzzled into his crotch, much to his delight noting from his tail immediately picking up speed, and inhaled the sweet, musky scent- so perfectly him . His spilled cum tasted exactly the way you remembered, although it was never really about the taste and more about how it felt in your walls and how it marked you as his, inside and out.
He threw his head back with an animalistic bark. Every single part of his body trembled, from his flattened ears, to his claws embedded deep into the mattress, and even down to his rapidly swishing tail. The pure white panties were just too cute. You guided one of his hands away and used his claws to shred the fabric, leaving you with the sight of his cum-stained cock. His silky fur brushed your lips softly as you gave his cock a long lick from the base to the tip and swirled your tongue to collect all the pre-cum from dripping down.
Fox’s face was completely blissed out- his amber eyes had gone a little hazy with lust and he’d gone strangely quiet, save for the groans, barks, and whines. Surprisingly, he hadn’t tried once to buck his hips into your face, nor your touch. He just laid back against the pillows, drooling and twitching from your touches.
“Good, good master,” You pulled away and his face twisted into…anguish? He certainly wasn’t happy, but nothing explicitly told that other than the way his pathetically throbbed and trailed more pre-cum down its side. Fox certainly was good with being compliant with your wishes, but it still wasn’t entirely what you were envisioning…
“You deserve a reward!”
His ears immediately perked back up. Your hand rested on his furred chest and- wow. He actually was purring. With widened pupils and rumbling chest, Fox was as adorable as a kitten despite everything he’s done to you.
Grimly, you mused at the collar on your neck
How would it feel to see him tremble in fear for once? To see his tear-stained face from overstimulation? Would he writhe if you wrapped your hands around his gentle neck? Would he moan if you made him bleed the way he did to you?
With you in control, how many more sides of him could you explore?
Again, sometimes it felt like your captor could read your mind because a sharp scratch to your cheek brought you back to the present. The shallow wound certainly stung and the beads of your warm blood seeped onto the discarded panties. He met your hesitant face with a soft, lust filled glare. Was it really that obvious?
Perhaps another time. Until then.
Flipping the skirt up, you straddled his thighs and let his cockhead glide just a bit above your slit. Your moans mixed with his as it instead bumped against your sensitive clit. The way his breaths drew in such soft whimpering drew in more ideas, each more depraved than the last. You want to see this man utterly broken. After a few more teasing thrusts, you finally guide his weeping, soaked cockhead inside. With every twitch and pulse, he coated your walls with pre-cum and your movements became punctuated with an obscene squelch.
The bed sheets tore with his now desperate clawing. Fox looked up at you with hooded, yet expectant eyes and his brow furrowed with concentration, torn between obeying nicely below you and staking his claim on what’s rightfully his- your body and his pleasure.
“Mm,” You pressed your hips flush against his torturously slow. Every inch of him stretched you full until you took his entire length in. The swell of his knot sat nicely just outside your entrance with every shallow thrust. “Gosh, you’re such a perv. I bet you get off to getting fucked raw. That's so gross! I mean, what happens if you knock me up?”
Something clicked behind those glowing, hungry eyes. Fox’s resolve must’ve slipped a little, because you felt his cockhead nestle closer to your cervix. “...We wouldn't want that, would we….” He breathed out in between moans and his face shifted to something closer to a pout.
Fox definitely got harder at the idea though. You laughed and pressed a gentle kiss to his sweat-stained forehead. “Oh, but I think you like the thought. You want it, don’t you- everyone would know that you let one of your captives milk you dry. And I’d carry proof that I belong to you.” A smug smirk flashed across his face, but you weren’t letting him get what he wanted that easily. You hummed. “I can feel how desperate you are to shove your knot in me and pump me full…but I don’t know, should I? I mean, you’ve just been so,” Your hand trailed down to the slick base of his cock, wrapped your hand around it, and squeezed. “Disgusting. Why would I let a gross old man knock me up?”
Fox wheezed in surprise. Savoring his pained whines, you grinned as you tapped his length with the edges of your curved fingernails.
“You don’t think I deserve to be happy, dearie?” He finally spoke mockingly, his lidded eyes glittering in defiance. Fangs peeked from his lips with a smile.“But I’m such a good master to you. I could give you the world. Can’t you just give me just one chance?”
Something still felt missing. You didn’t continue after hearing him and instead slipped his cock out from your warmth. His face fell. With the way his hips immediately started to shift under your touch, it was clear between you two that he’d be the one to break first, not you.
“* Sweetheart ,*” His fluttered his lashes with a blink of surprise. Fox reluctantly tried again and gritted his teeth in an attempt to keep himself together. His tail tip brushed against your thigh and rested close to your hip in a rare display of affection. “I’d really love to thrust my needy cock into you and dump my fucking load into your womb like the absolute pussy hungry whore I am. If you’d let me. I need you and only you desperately. Please? * Please* .”
He looked up at you so adoringly, craving your approval like fresh spring water. His eyes glazed over and a tear rolled down his cheek. Gentle and submissive to your every whim. At least, for now. Your heart swelled with nothing but adoring affection. This was what you needed.
“You’re lucky you’re cute!” You stifled your giddy laughter at the absolutely pathetic smile plastered on his face when you slid his throbbing dick back in.
As enticing as the idea of teasing him until he sobbed and begged mindlessly was, the sensation of his thick, filling cock felt amazing when you clenched down on him. He wasn’t going to last long, but you weren’t too far behind either. Adjusting your hips to change the angle, you managed to hit your most sensitive spots and sent your mind reeling from the pleasure.
His eyes practically rolled into his head as you set the brutal pace and drool begun to slip from his fanged smile. The strangled little sounds he made sent a delirious fog over your head. With the way his cock kept twitching, it wouldn’t be long until he reached his climax. Your hand slipped in between your legs and slowly rubbed your clit with each harsh thrust.
The dirty talk melded together in your mind despite the intensity making it harder and harder to moan out a coherent sentence. “Oh, Fox, you're really going to get me pregnant…Chat is going to see how you plugged me nice and full~ Everyone's going to know how-”
With a feral growl, he suddenly pulled out and flipped you over onto your belly. Your face was shoved into the mattress while he held onto your hips and pulled them up.
“Shut up. You're fucking *mine *.” Snarling, his thrusts accentuated every word. “Only I get to see you like this.”
You were faintly aware of his teeth against your already bitten neck before he bit you once more, opening up the previous wound and sucking at the fresh flesh. If you weren’t disoriented already, this brought you to the edge of fainting.
With the new position, each snap of his hips reached deeper into you and sent your body further into the bed. You met his movements in kind- grinding and rocking your hips closer and closer to him. Despite him taking back his control, his pace seemingly faltered here and there. It's not like he was tired. He was still absolutely depraved in the way he frantically humped you like a dog in heat. His hands clawed down your body from chest to back before gently caressing your hip.
Then it dawned on you.
Fox was waiting for you to tell him to cum.
The thought made you clench and shiver with your approaching climax. You snaked a hand toward your hips and found his tense wrist holding you down. Surprisingly, he let you entwine your fingers with his.
“Cum for me, dearest.”
His voice broke into a feral shriek. Fox dug his claws into your hips and pulled you as close as humanly possible, cramming every single inch of him inside. The knot was embedded into your walls with one final thrust, deliciously stretching your entrance and binding you together.
The pain mixed with pleasure pushed you to your limit- you clenched and reached your own climax, milking his cock for more. He dumped load after load of steamy cum directly into your cervix, his pace unrelenting even while his knot held you two in place. Each pulse made your stomach tingle with the sheer amount being forced back in. You'd cry more from the overstimulation if your throat wasn't already raw.
He did eventually calm down. You groaned at his shallow thrusts and hazily stared off into space, vaguely aware of him turning so he could face you and a pillow getting shoved under your ass- ensuring that every drop would stay inside. The bites and scratches stung, but it wasn't anything you weren’t used to.
“Such a good master to his little pet. So warm, so full…” Weakly, you reached out to card your hands through his hair and rub the base of his ears. “You did so well.”
Fox collapsed on top of you and nuzzled your neck. Whimpers and whines escaped from his lips as he leaned towards your touch. His body, save for the pulsating knot, felt like a warm blanket against your bare skin. “Ah…you just keep getting better and better, don’t you?” He gasped with amusement coloring at the end of his thought.
“...So are you into this? Getting teased and fucked silly by your captives?” Teeth brushed against the side of your neck in a quiet pushback against your teasing, but before he could bite down again on the still-sensitive bloodstained flesh you shoved his face into the sheets with a laugh. “What a horny old man.”
“We both know you put me in this position first, dearie.”
“Me? You’re the one who asked. You’re the one who has a maid outfit and immediately brought it out when you heard I like feminine men. You’ve the one who seduced me.” You turned your head to whisper directly into his ear. “You wanted this~ ”
“Is that so?” Fox chuckled and didn’t bother to dispute it. Instead, he gave you a dismissive flick of his tail. A shudder crawled down his spine as he fought against your hand, then moved it to entwine his fingers with your own. His gaze reflected a satisfied hunter- blissed out and satiated while he nuzzled the inside of your palm. “So what if I said I wanted more?”
You blinked in surprise. With each passing moment, his knot deflated, but his cock stayed hard and his hips slowly started to roll into yours.
He wasn’t even in heat at this time of the year.
“I’d call you crazy. And I’d say you really do want to knock me up.”
“And do you think that would stop me?”
“No.” You touched your forehead against his. He leaned in with a soft chuckle.
It was a silent promise of more nights being fucked until you couldn’t move, fucked until you became swollen with his kits, and practically just being his cum dump for the rest of your time with him…
“That’s what I love about you, Mr. Fox.”