I look through the woods, my fur waving in the breeze.
I’m a cute female fox named Sylvie. I have fluffy gray fur. I’m fairly small and petite. I have beautiful violet eyes. You see me walking through the woods and decide to take a closer look.
Hmmm... She's cute alright, but is she submissive enough? Tom thinks to himself as he continues to observe Sylvie from afar, making sure not to let her know he's there yet. He takes in her petite figure and fluffy gray fur, admiring her beautiful violet eyes. She seems lively and full of energy; just the type of female he's been looking for.
Your eyes wander over my slim curvy body as you approach me.
Tom walks up to Sylvie, his muscles tense and ready to defend himself if needed. He stands in front of her, blocking her path. His amber eyes lock onto hers, trying to gauge her reaction to his presence. "Hey there, little one," he growls softly. "What's your name?"
I dip my head to show respect. “Hello, sir. My name is Sylvie” my tone is friendly but a bit cautious
"Sylvie..." Tom repeats her name slowly, as if tasting it. "That's a pretty name for such a beautiful creature." He smirks, his eyes not leaving hers. "Now, why don't you tell me... are you looking for someone to take care of you?"
Tom leans in closer, his voice lowering almost to a whisper as he studies her reaction. He knows she's submissive; the way she addressed him and dipped her head gave that much away.
I’m a little surprised by how quickly this escalated, but when you look into my eyes, you already know my answer. “Uhhhh, can I?” I ask submissively.
"You most certainly can," Tom responds with a grin. "I've been looking for a female like you, Sylvie; someone who understands their place in the world." He pauses for a moment, stepping back slightly to admire her once more. "Come with me, and I promise to take care of you better than any other fox has ever done before."
His words are both commanding and reassuring at the same time;
I obediently follow you into the woods.
"Good girl,"
Tom praises her as they walk deeper into the forest together. His pace is brisk, but not so much that Sylvie would have trouble keeping up. They continue walking in silence for several minutes until finally, Tom comes to a stop beside a large tree stump.
"This will be your new home, Sylvie," he says, gesturing around him. "My den is the safest place in these woods, and I intend to keep it that way while you're under my protection."
“Thank you, Tom” i say, my tone full of gratitude and affection.
"Don't thank me yet, Sylvie,"
Tom replies with a wink. "We haven't even discussed what you'll do to earn your keep."
He chuckles darkly, amused by the thought of all the things he could make this little vixen do for him.
“Oh? Well I’m not very strong, but I am pretty competent at most other things.”
"I don't need you to be strong, Sylvie,"
he says, brushing aside her comment with a dismissive flick of his tail. "What I need from you is loyalty and obedience."
He steps closer, lowering his voice even further until their noses are nearly touching.
"And I expect you to never disrespect me or question my authority, understand?"
His gaze holds hers, daring her to defy him. Her response will determine whether she truly belongs with him...
“Yes” is all I reply with my sweet voice. I close my eyes and wait for you to touch noses with me.
"Good girl,"
He exhales slowly, satisfied by her response. His nose presses against hers in a playful nudge before pulling away again. Looking into her eyes, he can see the spark of loyalty and obedience burning brightly within them; it's what he was looking for all along.
"Welcome to my den, Sylvie,"
he says with a grin that stretches from ear to ear. "You're going to be a wonderful addition."
I squeak with excitement and contentment.
"Now then,"
he continues, clapping his hands together, "let me show you around your new home."
With that, Tom leads Sylvie deeper into the den, pointing out all of the comfortable spots where she can rest and showing her where he keeps his food stores. As they explore together, it's clear that this partnership is going to be a successful one; both of them knowing their roles and playing them perfectly.
I pay attention to everything you say, occasionally asking questions about how to better serve you.
"Hmmm...,"
he hums in acknowledgement before pausing beside a particularly large nest near the back of the den. It's not yet been used, but it would make for the perfect spot for them to share.
"This is where we'll sleep tonight."
He nudges her gently toward the nest, his amber eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Why don't you get comfortable while I go hunt something down for our first meal together?"
I lay in the nest while you hunt dinner. We eat and are coming to the end of the meal.
"Good girl,"
he praises again as they finish their meal. With a satisfied grunt, he lays down next to Sylvie, his bulk taking up most of the available space in the nest. His fur is warm against hers, and he feels contented for the first time in ages. She's perfect. Absolutely perfect. He smiles contentedly, already looking forward to tomorrow and all the days after that.
I snuggle against you as your paws begin exploring my body, tracing over my curves.
"Mmm..."
He groans softly into the crook of her neck, enjoying the feel of her lithe body pressed against his. Her innocent moans only serve to fuel the fire burning inside him; the urge to claim her, to mark her as his own.
Without warning, Tom rolls onto top of Sylvie, pinning her down beneath his weight. His amber eyes lock on hers, his expression both predatory and possessive.
I reach up and gently kiss your snout.
"Ah..."
The touch sends shivers through his body, almost bringing him to the brink of release right there. But he forces himself to remain in control; this is his time to assert dominance over her, to show her who's boss. He growls low in his throat as he thrusts his hips against hers, grinding their bodies together.
"Mine,"
he snarls, the word tumbling from his lips like a warning. "You belong to me now."
“I belong to you” I repeat. Your cocktip starting to press into my fur.
"That's right, little one."
He grins wickedly, loving the way she submits to him without hesitation. His cock begins to swell further, pushing insistently against her soft belly.
"Well, since you asked so nicely..."
He trails off, rolling off of her and standing upright. His stance is dominant, commanding, as he stares down at her with an intensity that makes her heart race.
"Let's see if you can handle being mine, Sylvie,"
he drawls, his voice dripping with confidence. "Show me what you're made of, sweetheart."
I stand up and give your snout another gentle kiss. “Please, be gentle,” I whisper
"Gentle?" he chuckles darkly. "You don't know the meaning of that word, Sylvie."
With a swift motion, Tom grabs her by the scruff of her neck and pushes her roughly onto all fours. Her heart races as she feels his hot breath on the back of her ear.
"From now on,"
he growls, "when you want something from me, you'll ask nicely..."
He pauses for effect, his weight pressing down on her haunches.
I moan slightly at the feeling of you on top of me.
"And when I give it to you,"
he continues, sliding a claw lightly over her hip, "you'll thank me."
His other hand trails lower, cupping her sex through the soft fur. Sylvie gasps and arches her back into his touch. Tom growls again in approval as he begins to stroke her roughly, his other hand squeezing her hip firmly.
"Now," he says, voice husky with desire, "tell me what you want."
“I want you, please” I plead.
"You want me?" he repeats, his amber eyes narrowing. "You're sure about that, Sylvie?"
His hand leaves her hip, trailing further down between her legs. He growls deep in his throat as he finally finds what he's looking for; the tiny bud of her clit, hard and aching beneath his touch. His fingers curl around it, roughly massaging her sensitive nub.
"Beg me,"
he commands, thrusting his hips forward roughly. "
“Please Tom. I need you. I need you to claim my body and use me. “ we’re both four-legged feral foxes.
He groans at the sound of her voice, the words tumbling out of her mouth like a confession. Her scent fills his nose, driving him wild with lust. With one swift motion, he rears up on his haunches and impales himself on her, sliding home with a thick, wet noise. Her tight heat envelops him, squeezing him so hard he can barely breathe. But somehow, it only serves to intensify the pleasure coursing through his body.
"
I cry out in pleasure
His hips snap forward, driving deeper into her with each thrust. Her cries echo through the den, filling him with a sense of power and ownership that he's never experienced before. She's his now; completely and utterly under his control. He growls low in his throat as he pounds into her relentlessly, his body trembling with the effort to hold back his release any longer.
He’s found my g-spot.
"That's it,"
he pants roughly, digging his claws into her hips. "Cum for me."
The feeling of her body clenching around him is too much; he can't hold back any longer. With a hoarse cry, Tom thrusts one final time and releases himself deep within her warmth. His entire body goes rigid as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him, leaving him panting and spent.
With a growl, you bite the scruff of my neck and start humping again, overstimulating my sensitive clit and vagina
"Yes!"
He groans as she comes apart around him, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. With one final thrust, he empties himself into her a second time, his seed spilling deep inside her. He collapses on top of her, panting heavily as their bodies finally begin to cool down.
"That," he whispers hoarsely, "was fucking amazing."
“You were also great” I pant.
"I know it," he says with a satisfied grin. Rolling off of her, Tom flops down onto his side, his muscles still quivering from the exertion. Sylvie lies beside him, their sides pressed together, both of them breathing heavily as they catch their breath.
"You're going to make one hell of a mate, Sylvie," he murmurs contentedly, already beginning to picture what their future might hold together. "Our pups are going to be strong and fierce; just like us."
I press against you as you regain your strength, eager to ravage my sexy fox body again.
"Oh yeah?" His voice holds a challenge, a promise of more pleasure to come. Tom rolls onto his side to face her, their muzzles inches apart. With a slow, deliberate movement, he brings one hand up to stroke the fur between her ears, feeling the softness of it against his rough pads.
"You'll have to wait until tomorrow," he whispers huskily. "I need my rest now."
His other hand trails lower, cupping her sex through her soft fur once more.
The next morning, you wake up before me. You look down at my sexy sleeping body and decide to wake me up with sex
"Hmmm..."
His amber eyes roam over her naked form, taking in the sight of her lithe limbs and soft fur. She looks so peaceful when she's asleep; it's almost a crime to wake her up for anything less than the best. With a growl, he decides that there's only one way to properly rouse her from slumber: by taking her hard and fast.
Tom positions himself between her legs, his erection pressing against her opening.
You slide into my moistened lips and start rutting my pussy
"Yes..." His voice is rough with desire as he begins to thrust roughly into her. Her tight heat envelops him, squeezing and massaging his length, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His hips snap forward, driving deeper into her with each powerful stroke.
"That's it," he growls, "feel how good your fox is inside you?" He thrusts harder, slamming into her with enough force to rock the entire nest.
I wake up moaning
"Oh yeah?" His voice is thick with lust as he leans down to nip at her neck playfully. "You like that, do you? You want more?" He slides a hand between their bodies, teasing her clit with his claws.
The feel of him inside her, the roughness of his paws against her sensitive flesh... it's overwhelming. Sylvie arches her back into the touch, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her in waves.
His thrusts grow faster and harder, the bed beneath them creaking with each impact. The scent of their mating fills the air, driving him further into a frenzy. He can feel her body tensing beneath his, preparing to climax, and with one final thrust, he follows suit. His muscles clench tightly as he releases himself deep within her, his voice echoing through the den as he cries out in ecstasy.
I climax as I’m filled with potent fox seed
"Fuck..." He collapses onto the bed of fur beside her, gasping for air. His heart races and his body trembles from the intensity of their mating. After a moment's respite, he rolls onto his side to face her, his eyes still locked on hers. She looks exhausted but sated; beautiful in her post-coital glow.
"You really are something else," he whispers hoarsely. "I don't know what I'd do without you."