Chapter Five
Chapter Five
O ryn wakes with the gentle sounds of the Wood in his ears, his mouth is dry, and his eyelids are heavy. When he finally opens his leaden lids, his vision is blurry. A snapping branch has his senses returning to him too quickly and his stomach lurches. The Prince had never felt unsafe in the Nathairfae, but then again, he hadn’t ever heard a sound that felt sinister while visiting before. Oryn’s eyes dart around the clearing, but he can’t seem to shake the disorientation he feels. His viewpoint isn’t coming from his position on the ground, instead, it’s as if Oryn is staring down at himself from above. Almost as if his consciousness is floating above his body and observing what’s taking place instead of being involved in it. Looking down on himself, he can see his golden crystals glinting in the dim light like a halo around his head while others stand out against his beautiful sable hide. Oryn watches himself look around the clearing in search of the noise, and again, his stomach rolls under the forced perception he’s experiencing. In the back of his mind he knows it’s because of the saprophytes and their conscious expanding chemicals, but the knowledge does little for his disquieted stomach. Blinking rapidly, his eyesight returns to his body and he’s looking through his own eyes again. The transition is a jolting one, and his already uncomfortable stomach protests.
Collecting himself the best he can, Oryn once more tries to look around the clearing in search of whatever, or whomever, made the noise. Finally, he catches sight of a pair of eyes looking at him from within a weeping, flowering tree. Its whiplike branches conceal most of the creature, but given how near to the ground its eyes are, Oryn guesses it’s a human. Squinting into the swaying branches, He tilts his head one way, then the other while trying to get a better view of the concealed human. How had it gotten here? Was it going to attack him? Were there more of them laying in wait to overpower him? Oryn’s talons clench, gouging deep lines into the moss and dirt under his feet as he prepares for an attack.
When a female face pokes out from behind the thin limbs, a seemingly curious look covering its beautiful features, he softens. Her being a woman doesn’t mean she won’t harm him, but something about how she’s looking at him makes Oryn feel as if she doesn’t intend to. Deep brown eyes stare out at the Prince from atop a pointed nose and full lips. She looks almost fox-like in her beauty, all sharp edges and upswept lines. She isn’t scared, or even malicious as he first suspected of his observer. Instead, her secretive, sidelong glances give her actions a sultry undertone that has his skin prickling with anticipation.
Behind the languidly swaying lavender foliage, her lips quirk upward in a grin and her eyes follow her lips, making their slight slant deepen even further. The woman bites her lower lip, and a chuckle that’s both deep and melodious flows from her. The woman’s playfulness is catching, and Oryn’s own chest brightens with laughter even though he keeps it pinned behind his teeth. He can feel the telltale glowing heat of his happiness at the base of his neck, and he doesn’t even attempt to clear it away. For some reason, Oryn feels as if he knows her, though it’s impossible. Something pricks in his mind telling him she’s safe, she’s comfortable, she’s familiar. Try as he might, the feeling won’t go away, and the longer Oryn looks at the hidden woman, the more he wants her to come to him.
From her position behind the swaying branches of the tree, the Prince catches glimpses of her clothing. A loose cream colored tunic is covered by a sleeveless surcoat, both of them topping a pair of leather trousers. Her surcoat is golden in color and so beautifully embroidered that it reminds him of the work of the Keepers from the distant past. Though, given the group’s separation, he knows it can’t be anything they might have produced. Her clothing has Oryn even more curious as to who she is. When she retreats, hiding within the foliage once more, he becomes tense as his eyes dart around, looking for any sign of her. Despite his desire to search for her, the Prince fears he will frighten her if he moves from his position on the ground.
When the woman appears again, she’s not only missing the golden surcoat, but her leather pants have been removed as well. Now, in her position sitting atop a blackened boulder, turned slightly away from him, Oryn can fully see her bare legs. They are thick and muscular, and even from the distance he can see she has a rugged and physically fit body for a human female, as if she’d spent her life training to be a warrior. The Orcran Tribes aren’t the only ones who train their young to fight, after all. Images of humans paired up swinging wooden sticks at one another comes to his mind before the woman on the boulder bends her leg, showing him the curve or her powerful thighs and its connection to her ample ass. Oryn blinks in surprise, his thick but nimble tongue flying from between his teeth to taste the air before he can stop it. Many years of being told the action is besteal and unsightly, that only lesser dragons act as such, have him chastising himself, but he couldn’t control the urge. After tasting the air, he’s glad he couldn’t control himself. Sweetness and arousal coat his sensitive taste buds, and Oryn drools, the liquid pooling in the back of his mouth.
Swallowing, he tilts his head to the side, hoping to get a better view of her body. In response, the woman lowers her leg and faces him directly before spreading her thighs. Both of her hands fall between her legs, blocking his sight from what he knows is her sex. He owns human anatomy books, of course, and he’s studied them thoroughly and with fervent hope. Yet, Oryn never expected to have the privilege of seeing one so closely. Not with the upheaval in the world. He assumed he would die without having experienced a woman.
When his foxy female bites her full lower lip before she moves her hands away, allowing him to just glimpse her glistening center, his chest brightens almost instantly. Oryn’s tongue flicks from his mouth once more, tasting her lust in the sweet air. Her cheeks brighten into a blush and she raises the hem of her cream-colored tunic to reveal herself to him completely. The fabric continues to rise, exposing her breasts to Oryn, and he releases a deep, rumbling purr.
Once free of her tunic, the woman leans back on her hands, causing her small, but breathtaking chest to jut forward while her legs remain open. Unable to deny his need, Oryn leans toward her, his belly sliding against the moss-covered ground by a miniscule amount. Noticing his movement, she raises a single dark brow at him, then almost imperceptibly, her tongue pushes through her pouty lips and rests under her cupid’s bow. In seconds it retreats back into her mouth and she lifts a hand to her throat, wrapping her short fingers around it and rolling her head to one side, then allowing it to fall backward as if she’s been overtaken by pleasure. Oryn watches her move with fascination, unsure why she is acting in such a way, but unwilling to stop her. Swallowing hard, the Prince’s eyes devour her, slowing in all the places he wishes his tongue could taste, his taloned hands could touch. Would she like the feel of their sharpness against her soft body, or would he need to retract them? When her hand moves, sliding down her chest, he can see the sinews of her muscles tense as her fingers graze her skin and, once more, he slides himself closer to her. This time, the Prince chances a greater distance.
A sultry chuckle escapes the woman before him, and Oryn knows his movement didn’t go unnoticed. Even though she seems aware of his coming closer, his fox hasn’t been spooked. Instead, her hand glides toward one of her hard nipples as if she’s been emboldened by his interest in her body. Her fingertips barely skim the pebbled flesh before retracing their path and continuing to her other sensitive bud. This time she slows and grasps herself, inhaling sharply. Oryn’s head shoots upward and his talons dig into the earth as her body reacts in a wave. First her chest rises, then her hips roll in a slow bucking motion that has him throbbing with need.
Moving once more, Oryn lifts himself off the ground to avoid dragging his slit across the dirt. Already the protective pouch is struggling to hold back his engorged cocks and the pressure will be excruciating against him. The woman peeks at the Prince, her brow raised once more. Again, she moves her hand, but this time she sends it to splay over her muscular abdomen before rolling her hips in the same sensual way as she just had. With her hand moving ever lower, Oryn watches as it passes over a tuft of dark hair then slides against her glistening pussy. Two of her fingers slip lower then rise back up to open herself to him before repeating the motion.
“Who are you?” Oryn asks her. “How did you come to be in the Nathairfae?”
“You’ve already been thinking of us as a fox,” the woman replies, her voice artfully sly. “Consider that my name for the time being. How we came to be here is of no real concern. Though,” she says, her head bobbing back and forth while her eyes look skyward as if she can pluck information from above, “without a suitable explanation, you will be unable to enjoy our time together.” She sighs and shrugs before continuing, “The Nathairfae has brought us to you.”
Oryn glances between her legs to find her fingers still playing around her soaking opening.
“Or, at least the fruit of the Wood has,” she adds, looking pointedly at a patch of red and white saprophytes growing near the edge of the clearing. “What you truly wish to ascertain is if we intend you harm. To which our response is, even if we wanted to do so, we would be unable. We are only here to fulfill your desires,” she says, her tongue resting on her top lip again. “So unless you desire to be harmed,” the woman grins darkly, stirring something in Oryn, “which we sincerely doubt, you’re safe enough.”
“Why do you keep saying ‘we’?” Oryn questions. He squints at her and the woman chuckles.
“Because we are. There is I, and there is she, but we are both. We are we.” She explains and the Prince shakes his head in confusion. “We can simplify and call ourselves I for your comfort, Prince,” she adds, and he nods slowly.
“Are you intentionally enticing me?” Oryn asks, his eyes unable to move away from her moving fingers. At his question, she slides one finger into herself. When it’s removed, the appendage glistens and the Prince gulps.
“Only if you desire to be enticed in such a manner,” his fox says before plunging her finger back inside herself and inhaling sharply. “I have heard that a dragon can only be enticed, as you called it, when he chooses to be. Though there are so many tales of your kind it’s difficult to sort out the fact from the fallacy. Perhaps our time together can be enlightening for both of us. As all companionable relationships should be.”
“You began this before I showed signs of desire,” Oryn insists, leaving his mouth open slightly, his tongue flicking behind his sharp teeth.
“Untrue,” she says, her tone chastising. “You showed a desire for me the moment you saw me. It’s not my fault you have little control over your body.”
Oryn jerks upright at her words, his chest puffing out in annoyance while losing its heated glow. His fox frowns at the sudden change in his mood and she huffs aloud.
“I only meant that I could see your interest in me even before I removed my clothing, not that it’s a bad thing. Feeling desired, especially by one you yourself desire, is a very good thing indeed.”
Oryn grumbles, and lowers his head to his crossed forelegs, causing her to look at him with curiosity.
“Why have you not touched me? Licked me? Taken me?” she questions, her hand leaving the space between her thighs as if she’s offering herself to him.
“You have yet to invite such action from me,” Oryn states plainly, looking up at his naked fox, still sullen about her teasing.
“I’ve shown my willingness,” she insists. Her head falls back and her breasts push forward as they had minutes before. “It seems as if you are unsure how to proceed.”
Oryn bristles at her ability to see to the truth of the matter, but his chest brightens. This time the heat is due to embarrassment instead of the same excitement as before, and he huffs at his inability to keep his emotions hidden.
“As if it’s my fault.” He sniffs. “It’s been nearly fifty years since the tribes set our world on a path of hatred. I haven’t had the opportunity to find a woman. I reached sexual maturity only a few years ago. I’ve done what I can,” Oryn says, looking away from her and blowing out a steaming breath from his nostrils in frustration. “I know your anatomy. I’ve read books. I understand how reproduction works.”
“Do you?” his fox questions him with a brow raised and a knowing smile on her lips.
“I mean …” Oryn falters, “by definition yes.” The Prince uncrosses and recrosses his forelegs awkwardly.
“But you’ve yet to experience it,” the woman insists. Bracing herself, she slides down the rock until she’s on her feet in front of the Prince, then reaches for him. Her fingertips make contact with his snout and she runs them up his face before stroking under his eyes with care. “What if I want you to experience it? What if that’s why I believe I’m here?”
Oryn shudders under her chaste touch, his jaws spreading slightly.
“You intend to test my knowledge?” Oryn asks, his tone missing the playfulness he had intended it to hold.
“If you want to think of it as a test, that’s your choice. I, however, would just like to enjoy you while you do the same in return.”
Oryn nods slowly while his eyes meet hers. The woman bounces on her feet with excitement, causing her small breasts to bob up and down drawing his attention.
“Come lick me, Oryn,” she demands and steps away from him until her back is against the boulder she’d been sitting on. “Taste me, bring me pleasure with your tongue.”
“But …” The Prince begins to object, unsure of what to even do.
She shakes her head, halting his objection.
“I don’t care what you have or haven’t read in your books, Prince. I need to be teased and taunted before my pussy will be able to accept you without pain.”
Oryn’s eyes widen at her easy use of such obscene words.
His fox chuckles at his obvious surprise. “My pussy,” she says again, lowering a hand between her legs. “My cunt. My holes. There are many names besides what’s anatomically correct. Just the same as these,” her free hand rises to a breast and squeezes, “can be called so much more than breasts. I’m not afraid to use such words. If you prefer, I can call them by their proper names, though I find it distasteful.” She pinches her nipple and gasps. Her teeth are close enough together it sounds like a hiss and the sharpness of it makes his flesh tingle. “I want you to taste all of them. Explore all of me.”
Oryn gulps down the saliva that’s begun to pool in his mouth at her roaming hands, unsure where to begin.
“Right here,” his fox coaxes, squeezing her nipple once more.
Moving forward one last time, Oryn parts his mouth and follows her instructions. He runs his tongue over her chest, feeling her skin pebble under the attention. When he reaches a nipple, he circles it before flicking his tongue over it bringing forth a cutting moan from her. Remembering her pinching herself, Oryn carefully uses his teeth to scrape the puckered flesh, and she whimpers at the contact. Motivated by her positive response, he moves across her chest to the other breast and repeats his actions, this time pinching her nipple between his teeth gently and sucking on it. When his fox’s hands rise to hold his scaled face close to her, he nuzzles into her chest, rubbing one breast against his closed eye. Nuzzling her, Oryn slides his face, turning it over against her skin until his other eye receives the same attention. He inhales her scent, tasting it and allowing it to fill his lungs before raising a taloned hand to her side and gently skimming her flesh with the sharp tips. His fox shudders and her knees quake.
“More,” she begs him, her teeth gritted.
At her demand, the Prince grasps her ribcage, his fingers easily reaching over her spine. He doesn’t squeeze her too hard, but Oryn makes sure his talon tips press into her soft skin. His fox arches, and without thought, Oryn captures her lips. It isn’t exactly a kiss, but she accepts his tongue as it delves into her, exploring her mouth as he swallows her gasps. When he rises off his other arm, Oryn has to hunch forward so that her feet remain on the ground. Pulling away from her mouth, he investigates her neck in much the same way. The Prince glides it over her skin, feeling her pulse and tasting the salt of her sweat with each pass it makes.
No words pass between them until Oryn adds his other hand to her ribs, his talons overlapping in places on her back.
“Please,” she says, the ragged plea sounding breathy to his ears.
Sliding one scaled hand up her back to support her head and neck, Oryn steps backward and lays his fox on the ground before him. Her dark hair splays over the mossy ground and her hands rise to her nipples, pinching and rolling them with need before she spreads her legs wide, all but begging him to move his attention to her pussy.
Oryn’s tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth and makes a smacking sound when he pries it loose. He’d wanted to do this with a woman since he’d read about it, and his mouth is salivating at the thought. Lowering himself, the Prince is hesitant as he savors the flavor of her arousal on her heated skin. His fox snakes her hands between them, her nimble fingers spreading her pussy open for him.
“Please,” she whines, and he glances up to see her lower lip pushed forward in an adorable pout.
With his tongue spread wide, hoping not to lose a single drop, Oryn licks up her center. The sweet, but tangy flavor has him feral with need in an instant. Pulling his lips back from his teeth, Oryn devours his fox. He spreads his jaws and pulls her between them until the points of his teeth are digging into her hips and ass. She calls out his name as he laps at her greedily. When Oryn pushes his tongue against her opening, her hands fall to his head, grasping at the crystals jutting from it. His fox pulls him closer as she grinds her hips against the pressure of his tongue, demanding more from him. Oryn can taste blood and tries to pull away, knowing his teeth have sunk into her skin, but she holds his head in place.
“Don’t go,” she pleads, her voice a jagged sob.
Trusting that the pain isn’t overpowering the pleasure she feels, Oryn continues. He pushes his tongue inside her, feeling her clenching around it so hard it feels as if she’s going to suck his tongue deeper inside herself. It’s almost as if her body needs more than he is giving her. Pulling against her insistent grip, he withdraws his tongue until the tip plays at her entrance before thrusting it back inside of her. His fox throws her head back, moaning his name aloud while spreading her legs for him even further. Oryn continues, his tongue investigating every inch of her all while savoring the rich flavor pouring into his mouth.
When the woman begins pushing Oryn’s head, attempting to rock against him, he removes his tongue and licks up her center one more time.
“I can’t take any more of this,” she says through gasping breaths and pushes his face away from her.
When Oryn pulls away, he can see small red dots of blood where his teeth sunk into her hips. She follows his gaze and grins happily at the pinpricks of blood on her skin and that action alone rids the Prince of the guilt he felt at causing her pain.
Rolling from her back, his fox rises to her hands and knees and begins to crawl toward him. “I want your cocks. Both of them,” she commands, looking pointedly at the bulging seam between his legs. “Show them to me.” Her eyes are intense and she doesn’t look at his face, instead, she stares as Oryn allows each of his cocks to slide free of their protective sheath.
His fox’s tongue comes to rest on her upper lip, and one of her sharp brows raise as she closes the distance between them. Once she reaches him, she leans back on her shins and spreads her legs so he can see her soaking pussy. Oryn hisses from between his teeth when she reaches for him, her fingers wrap around both of his cocks. Oryn looks down to find her pinkies atop one of them, their tips barely touching. Her two middle fingers separating the pair, and her index fingers gripping the bottom of the other. The position of her hands doesn’t provide much pressure, but her gentle touch gliding over him has heat building in his chest and his head falling back in delight. He’d never been touched by someone else before, and the smooth skin on her hands is like nothing he could have imagined.
Without pause, his fox releases his bottom cock and dives forward with her mouth. Instead of attempting to put his thick length between her lips, she opens her mouth and exposes her tongue. While licking up and down the shaft, she holds it steady with one hand while still stroking his other cock. When she reaches the tip with her tongue, she eagerly licks away the pearlescent liquid forming there. The constant motion has the Prince shivering with pleasure and she smirks at his reaction. When she switches her attention, licking and sucking the opposite member, Oryn growls aloud.
“Lie back,” his fox orders and Oryn complies without hesitation. Tucking his wings, the Prince lays back, his cocks straining with desire.
Looking him over, Oryn’s foxy woman rises from her knees and prepares herself to straddle him. He’s concerned her hips won’t spread far enough, but when she lifts one leg and passes it over his body, he finds she isn’t standing as widely as he’d anticipated she would need to. His fox lowers herself while looking between their bodies. Her hair falls over her shoulders, obscuring Oryn’s view of her, and the thick strands tickle his chest. When their bodies touch, he hisses, the sound accompanying her own whimper. The Prince watches as she slides the tip of his bottom cock against her opening, lubricating it while she teases him. Oryn’s mouth parts and he tastes the mixing of their arousal, his own sensual desire melding with the sweet scent of hers until it’s nearly intoxicating.
When Oryn’s cockhead slips inside of her, he feels warmth building deep in his gut, and when he looks down at their connection, he can see a slight glow to the hide covering his abdomen. His fox had only taken the tip of him, and already he wants to explode, filling her until she can’t take any more. Inch by inch, she slides down his cock, only to rise up and do it all over again, each time taking more of him. Her pussy clenches around him as she works him inside. His fox rocks her hips with each short thrust, massaging the almost scale-like bottom of his upper cock as it rubs against her soaking pussy. Oryn growls, and his clawed hands rise to clench at her muscular thighs, squeezing the flesh there. The desire to lean forward and bite her shoulder is almost unbearable, but he doesn’t allow himself to do it. He doesn’t trust himself not to bite her hard enough to harm her. Yet, he grinds his teeth, hissing each time she lowers her tight hole further onto him.
When his fox has finally taken him fully, she pauses, her hands coming to rest on his leathery chest. Her breaths come in shudders, and under his hands, he feels the muscles in her legs trembling. In moments, she rocks her hips slowly, grinding her soaking pussy against him. Oryn retracts his claws when he feels her stretching even further to allow the movement, he can’t trust himself to keep from hurting his beautiful fox while she rides him. “So … good,” she says, her voice ragged and pleasure soaked. “Right on my clit,” she moans, “so deep.” When her head falls back, the Prince moves his hands upward until they grip her waist and he aids her movement. He’s careful not to push or pull her too hard, but when his fingers press into her skin, she hisses and her fingernails dig into his chest.
An idea comes to him, and Oryn allows his talons free until the sharp points are digging into her hips.
“Yes!” she cries out and clenches at his chest harder.
It doesn’t hurt Oryn, but thinking about how delicious it would feel if her nails were stronger, sharper, has the heat in his lower belly building. His fox moves one hand to hold his top cock against herself so it slips against the tangle of nerves hiding above her hole. With each rise and fall of her hips she moves faster, her pussy undulating around him. Oryn’s hands grip her tighter, the heat in his belly about to overflow. When his fox slams herself onto him, Oryn’s whole body goes rigid and the building heat pours from his cock into her. Despite his attempts to hold back the growling scream, Oryn bellows. In moments, his fox’s moans join him in a cacophony of pleasure that rattles the leaves above them.
They remain quiet for some time, their heavy breathing the only noise outside of the insects of the woods. It’s his foxy woman who breaks the silence first.
“I’m …” she begins, then giggles while shaking her head. All at once she lowers her face to his chest and bites him. Oryn flinches out of reflex, though her teeth barely hurt. “Give me more,” she demands when she lifts her head. Then, she rises off of him and moves backward until her face is near his cocks. She begins licking him with abandon, cleaning the remnants of their passion from him. Her tongue works around every inch of him until she’s licking her lips with satisfaction.
“I think there is something you weren’t aware of, my fox,” Oryn says, and watches as she raises a hand to her mouth. “The semen from my bottom cock is an aphrodisiac.” He says with a grin. “You’ve taken it deep inside that tight pussy, and licked me clean. There will be consequences.”
“Who says I didn’t know?” his fox questions before lowering her hand to her dripping pussy and sliding two fingers inside herself, coating them with his seed. She looks at him, winks, and slides the soaking fingers toward her ass. When she begins rubbing his seed there, Oryn’s mouth falls open in shock. “I’m well aware of the consequences. I welcome them. Just like I welcome both of your cocks,” she says, not taking her eyes from him. “I want you to use me for your pleasure. Slide me up and down them until you’re spent, Oryn.” At her demand, his fox slides her fingers inside herself again, retrieving more of his seed, and spreading it over both of her holes until they glisten in the fading light. He knows she’s already affected by his seed, as she’d called it. Yet, watching her, hearing her, is almost unreal.
“I …” Oryn begins, but before he can continue, she’s straddling him again. His top cock is still hard, and his fox lowers onto it with ease. The Prince groans as she slides down him, his cock throbbing from the contact with his own stimulant.
“I need more,” she says with a whimpering pout as she rises and drops herself atop him. A wet smacking sound rises between them and she leans forward to lean on his chest. “I need it,” she whines and wiggles herself on top of him. Already Oryn can feel his bottom cock twitching with desire. He reaches out, running the tips of his talons up her back making her shiver. “Don’t make me beg.”
“I might enjoy you begging,” Oryn teases as he grazes her skin again. “Though, I don’t think you need to. Not this time, my fox.” The Prince retracts his talons and wraps his fingers around her biceps before sitting her upright and lifting her light body up until only the tip of his cock is is inside her pussy. He moves her with ease, sliding her up and down, teasing her entrance with the pointed tip of his top cock until he can’t stand it anymore. His fox moans, her body shuddering as he settles her back down and grinds her into him. When her pussy clenches around him, his other cock twitches again and begins to harden.
“Please,” his fox begs, and Oryn can hear the desperation in her voice. Lifting her once more, he tilts his hips, adjusting himself before beginning to lower her onto both of his cocks. When the head of his lower cock pushes on her ass, she flinches, then giggles before nodding her head enthusiastically. “Yes, yes,” she pleads, and he pulls downward while gently thrusting up.
With his seed coating her already, there’s little resistance, but the Prince still moves slowly. Just as she’d done before, Oryn pulls her down, inch by excruciating inch only to lift her off of him and do it all over again. Each thrust pushes him deeper inside both of her holes. Her pleas quickly become whimpers, which evolve into groans that quickly turn to moans and even sobs of pleasure. She thanks him, curses him, complains and rejoices at feeling so full, and still, he moves her over his cocks at the same pace.
Despite the intense pleasure he feels, Oryn watches her body react to being filled. He notices when her face contorts with small winces of pain only to relax when he stops and allows her to adjust to his size. He observes each flinch and shudder, devouring them just as greedily as when he’d tasted her. The Prince continues his leisurely use of her body with nearly agonizing slowness even after she begins to roll and grind her hips into him.
“More,” his fox demands and Oryn chuckles in response, his lips pulling away from his teeth in a grin.
“That’s not very nice, little fox,” the Prince teases as he grinds her soaking holes against himself. Oryn can feel her pussy quaking around him, he can feel her growing need to find completion, but he can’t stop himself from pushing her just a little further.
“Please,” she screams, her voice rough and raw.
“That’s how you get what you want,” Oryn says, and increases his speed. His fox whimpers with each thrust until her sounds become nearly never ending, and he holds the same pace again. Her body is limp in his hands as he uses her, and still, she begs him for more. Oryn smiles when a cadence of one word falls from her mouth. It comes out in sighs, screams, sobs, and curses. The heat building in Oryn’s abdomen finally begins to overtake him and he grits his teeth as his fingers dig into her biceps. “Look at me,” Ory commands, and her eyes pop open. They take a moment to focus but as soon as they do, he slams her down and thrusts upward, reaching even deeper.
His little fox maintains eye contact while he pumps her up and slams her down his cocks, each thrust powerful and deep. Oryn denies himself the frantic movements he desperately wants, he refuses to allow his use of her to become erratic as he chases down his own pleasure. He wants her to reach completion first this time. He wants to watch as her body is overcome by it.
“Please, don’t stop,” she begs, her legs tensing, her pussy clenching.
Oryn knows it’s coming, and he does his best to move exactly as he had been, thrusting up and pulling down all at once, in a constant rhythm until his little fox is twitching. Her pussy spasms around him as she cries out, massaging his cock until he can no longer deny the urge to pound into her.
Oryn’s thrusts become almost savage as he slams upward into her.
“That’s right, use me. Fuck me. Fill me,” she cries out, a wild smile pulling at her lips all while her body quakes around him.
With one final thrust, Oryn slams her down as he spills into her, a growling scream filling the Wood. In time he begins to hear more than his own heartbeat, his little foxes’ contended moans mingle with his heavy breathing and he realizes he’s still squeezing her arms tightly. The Price pries his fingers from her and cradles her body into his. Oryn rolls to the side, allowing his cocks to slip from her, but keeps her close. He runs his claws through her hair absently and she sighs happily as she scoots herself closer to him. Heat builds in Oryn’s chest and he brings one wing forward to cover her while she rests.