On a Bed, for Once

Just as she had expected, Ara woke up exceptionally late that day. Her left shoulder was a bit sore since she had gone to sleep with her wrists still bound, which combined with her rolling around probably ended up making her lie in somewhat uncomfortable positions for a few hours. On the bright side, when she eventually opened her eyes her hands were free and the thing restraining them had fallen off. She found it lying on the floor to the side of the bed, completely motionless.

"It's... dead?" she wondered as she poked it a bit, getting no response.

Well, she could think about that later. She got up, fixed her clothes as she'd gone to sleep without taking them off -she kind of had to- and they got a bit messed up over the night, then headed downstairs, dropping the lifeless -?- lump of feathered flesh in front of the elevator before entering the kitchen. As he had told her, Oberon had left lunch in the oven. She checked what was inside before turning it on, waited a bit for it heat up then started eating. Though, despite her stomach being pretty much completely empty, she wasn't feeling too hungry. Mostly because she was rather anxious. Should she get rid of the box? She discarded that idea surprisingly quickly as the pages of a certain book flashed in her mind for a few moments, her cheeks turning a bit red as her memories lingered on the images. She was... maybe not outright interested, but at least a bit curious.

By the time she finished eating it was already afternoon, or at least that's the impression she had by looking out of the window. She cleaned up, headed to her room, grabbed a spare set of clothes then walked to the bathroom to have a shower. Drying her two tails completely would have taken a bit too long, but she tried to at least make sure they weren't dripping all over before getting dressed again. Then she walked to her bed and sat down. Then got back up and made sure Obe was well hidden in her wardrobe before sitting again.

This is more nerve wracking than I had expected...

Was it because they had agreed to it beforehand, maybe? Thinking about it, while they had already slept together by that point, all of their previous intercourses had been rather... abrupt, so to say. Actually, how long had it been since she last had a normal intercourse? Well, she wasn't really expecting that one to be entirely normal either, but compared to what had happened underground during her permanence there, it would have been much less weird at the start, at the very least. She found herself scratching her thighs agitatedly, so she got up and started walking around in circles, her two tails waving nervously behind her with every step, until an intense scent hit her nose. She stopped in her tracks, and a few seconds later Oberon knocked at her door.

"Ara?"

"C-come in"

He stepped inside, closing the door behind himself.

"How... do you feel?"

"I'd say... calm. Only compared to yesterday though" he quickly added.

Is that because we planned this beforehand? Assuming you can call what happened "planning".

It's not like the urges were gone, but knowing that he was about to touch her anyway made them... not so insistent?

"So... let's sit down, shall we?"

"I guess, yes"

A short, intense silence followed.

"... how would you like it?" he asked, his face and voice both surprisingly relaxed, though his tails were telling a somewhat different story.

She stared at them for a few moments before answering. She was used to having them herself, but seeing others with tails was still rather weird.

"W-well... what about you?" she asked back, her ears twitching.

"Considering everything you've been through recently, I'd guess you would rather have a more normal intercourse this time"

"T-that's not... quite what I meant..."

Right. It's not like he had gotten her question wrong, he just wasn't sure he should really answer, for one reason or another. He found that quite odd himself, if only because Ara had already had rather extreme experiences which made most other things pale in comparison.

"There would be one thing, I guess" he replied after a brief pause "But I'd still like to hear your answer first"

Ara pointed her face to the floor as she fumbled around with her fingers, her tails waving left and right, brushing against his every time they moved to the left.

"T-there is... actually, there was... no, I mean... t-that time you asked me to g-get you a book from your r-room, well... I'd like to... t-try something like t-that, maybe? ... or something a bit simpler, actually..."

Had she had her gaze on him, she'd have noticed his ears standing straight up as she spoke those words. Thinking about it... did she ask him that in an attempt to not propose it herself? She had seen his little library after all, and more specifically that tome.

I feel like I've made a mistake before even starting he thought.

"There should be something we can use for that in the storage room" he replied as he stood up, but Ara grabbed his arm to stop him.

"A-actually, it's... r-right here" she said as she pointed to the bed with her other hand.

He kept himself from saying anything, simply looking underneath the bed instead and pulling the box out. He opened it and looked at its content, then moved his gaze to Ara, their eyes meeting. She was somewhat curious about why exatly they had a box full of cuffs, ropes, tape and other things of that sort there, but that question could wait.

"Are you sure about this? I... don't think I'll be able to stop myself once we start, even if you tell me to" he warned, still quite amazed at the fact that he hadn't simply jumped on her yet.

What he said was true, but mostly because Eun had purposefully kept a few informations from them, as she found the idea of telling them only at a later date more fun. Probably. Truth was, past a certain point in his transformation Oberon would have simply obeyed Ara's orders were she to speak with a stern enough tone. But she wasn't one to normally speak in such manners, so they were highly unlikely to find out about that on their own. Far away, the celestial fox was probably chuckling.

"I don't think this can get anywhere near as bad as other things I've had to deal with ever since coming here, honestly"

"That's... true"

He brought his gaze back to the box. Something simple, she said, which was quite a good idea, after all. He searched around for a bit, then grabbed something and sat back on the bed, next to her.

"So... turn around" he said.

Ara took a deep breath before facing the other way, presenting her back to him. He took off her coat, placing it on the bed frame, moved her hair out of the way then she felt cold leather closing on her skin, between her elbow and shoulder. He closed the cuff around her arm the same way he would close the buckle of a belt, then did the same on her other arm, fixing her behind her back. Taking a bit too long to do that, maybe, the feeling of her skin on the other side of his gloves distracting him. The chain connecting the two cuffs, a bit thicker than her thumbs, clinked a bit. Then he brought her hands up and closed another cuff around her wrist before running the chain up, making it loop around the other one and bringing it back down to her other wrist, preventing her from lowering her hands. Pretty much like a box tie would. Ara squirmed around a bit, maybe just to see if the leather was too tight, maybe for a different reason, then turned back around. Oberon took off his gloves, revealing a bit of fur on the tip of his fingers, then their eyes met. They stared at each other for a while, a considerably short one, then he placed his bare hand on her equally bare shoulder.

The direct skin contact set him off, albeith in a different way compared to the other time. Rather than instinct taking over him, what happened was closer to his mind blocking out all the thoughts that weren't about the current situation and what they had agreed to do.

Suddenly, almost violently, he pulled her in, closing his arms around her as he ran his face on her exposed skin, deeply inhaling her sweet scent, tasting her skin with his tongue, his hands moving aimlessly around her back, her nape, the base of her tails. Aside from a small exclamation when he held her without warning, Ara remained silent, taking in his aroma instead, as -while to a much lower degree- it had on her the same effect hers had on him. His oddly warm fingers kept moving over her body, eventually pulling down her shirt, his usual composure gone, though he hadn't gotten as feral as the previous time either. He then pushed her down on the bed, getting on top of her as he moved her bra out of the way, baring her chest.

Still savoring her neck with his tongue, occasionally closing his mouth on her skin to suck on her, he cupped his hands around her breasts. Rather than due to the stimulation itself, which was by all means pleasant but also still rather mild, Ara found her breaths growing ragged because of her own increasing excitement. She tried to move her arms, if only out of habit, her muscles pulling against the oddly sturdy leather and metal, as she pushed her chest up ever so sligthly, to meet his touch. He traced his mouth along her neck, his hot breath leaving a warm trail over her skin as he bit down near her shoulder. There wasn't much force in his jaw as he did so, but the gesture still sent shivers down her spine.

He opened his mouth only to move down a bit before biting down softly on her again, repeating the process until he reached her breasts, over which she felt his teeth -sharper than they normally were- sinking a bit into her flesh, a sharp but weak pain mixing in with the warmness his fingers around her naked chest were building up within her. At last, his mouth closed over her nipple and he started to suck on it, running his tongue around and over it as he moved his hand down, his palm never departing from her body, his fingers pulling her skirt up before firmly grasping her rear, pulling her even closer.

His other hand then let go of her round breast before moving up, grazing her lips as it reached for the back of her head, his fingers sinking in her white hair as their tips began to scratch her fox ears. Ara felt a soft, tingling, somehow sensual excitement from that gesture, as unexpected as it was pleasant. Ara's arms struggled against the cuffs again when she felt Oberon pushing his leg between hers, the soft stimulation coming from the slight pressure frustrating her, yet she refrained from saying anything, only ragged breaths leaving her throat. Maybe because she couldn't use her hands, she closed her tails around him, his scent filling her nostrils.

For how long they remained like that, Oberon fondling, biting and licking her breasts while caressing her rear and scratching her ears, she couldn't tell. At one point she had started sweating, and he started collecting the drops with his tongue. The pleasure kept building up, slowly, ever so slowly she wasn't sure she'd ever get over the edge at that rate. For a brief moment she wondered why he was so focused on her chest, but the question quickly faded from her mind as words parted from the tip of her tongue.

"D-don't just keep... teasing me" she said, her face flustered, as she moved her tails away, just enough to leave him some room for moving around.

Wether Oberon actually heard her or she just happened to have a great timing, she couldn't really be sure as he said nothing, the only sounds coming from him being those of his heavy breaths, but he did change the way in which he was touching her. Or rather, he moved back, getting on his knees in front of the bed as he pulled her hips over its edge. He placed his arms over her legs, partially holding them in place as he pushed his nose against her pantyhose, which by that point had gotten moist too, the slight pressure sending an ever so slight shiver through her muscles. Then he pulled her clothes down, baring her dripping entrance, fully savoring her scent as he took a long, deep breath.

His fingers dug into her rear, his nails nearly spilling a few drops of blood from her buttocks as he started to run his tongue over her privates, slowly, taking his time savoring her juices, sending a slow but steady stream of shivers up her spine, her back arching a bit every time he bumbed against her clit, causing her to let out a weak but unrestrained moan, pleasure building up between her legs, until her body started to tremble as her climax grew closer and closer, the feeling of his almost-claws in her flesh already providing her the trigger she'd have soon needed. Then, just as she was about to reach an orgasm, Oberon moved an hand to slide two fingers inside of her, scratching an especially sensitive spot within her as he closed his mouth on her clit, sucking and licking it in alternance.

The sudden burst in stimulation caused her voice to run wild, filling the room as her muscles tensed up, her back arching as an hot wave of pleasure spreaded from her nether region to the rest of her body, the fur of her tails standing up as the slight pain coming from his nails mixed together with everything else to send her over the edge, her mind focusing completely on the feeling, all other thoughts disappearing for more than a few moments as ecstasy filled her nerves. That said, Oberon didn't stop. On the contrary, he seemed to get even rougher on her, though maybe that was simply a feeling caused by her currently hightened sensitivity. Her breathing nearly came to an alt as the high she was in didn't fade, his touch keeping her over the edge instead, the stimulation growing more intense with every passing moment, the pleasure echoing in her very bones as it kept increasing. Soon, Ara felt herself becoming so sensitive that the very touch of his skin and tongue on her privates started to become painful, if only faintly. Then, before the feeling became truly unpleasant, he stopped, putting a few inches between his face and her entrance, his hot breaths still hitting her.

The pleasure started to fade as her limbs trembled, her chest quickly moving up and down as her lungs filled with air again, sweat covering her skin. She raised her head a bit and saw Oberon, his face flushed, his gaze somewhere on the floor apparently. He moved the two fingers he had inserted in her right below his mouth and slowly licked her juices off his hand, the sight making her ears twitch. A minute or so went by, after which he stood up. She saw something in his hand, but he grabbed her shoulders and made her roll around -a bit rudely maybe- before she could recognize the object. He moved her hair away, leaving her back mostly exposed, and slowly tapped his fingers up along her spine, then over her arms. From there he moved his touch to her chest, sliding his hand between her breasts and the bedsheets. He leaned down, resting some of his weight on her, feeling her arms struggle weakly against both the restraints and his body, her hands open and grasping his shirt. Then she felt something poking against her rear.

"Ah!"

A faint cry escaped her lips as a cold, somewhat slippery object no thicker than her own pinkie entered her rear, pushing her open. It felt a bit uncomfortable, but somewhat nice too. Still, she tried to push herself back up, although not in an attempt to stop him, and in response Oberon bit down on her ear. His teeth were nowhere near as sharp nor as long as they were the last time he had done that -he still had a mostly normal face rather than a snout, too-, but the gesture still caused a reaction in Ara. She couldn't quite describe it to herself, but it was an odd mixture of safeness, care, assurance and, actually, of something not quite as comforting, not in the traditional sense at least, but that she still found pleasant. Her muscles apparently relaxing on their own as his breath hit her ear directly, she simply lied down, focusing on his hand firmly grasping her breast and on his fingers playing with her nipple, as the tiny object in her rear was pushed further in, immediatly followed by another, larger one.

When the third one -or rather, the third segment- entered her rear, Oberon stopped pushing, his free hand moving from her chest to her privates, his fingers caressing her drenching entrance as he softly moved the anal beads around in her other orifice to ease the entrance of the next ones, a sense of fullness not unknown to her by that point but still different from the one she was more used to filling her as more cold spheres were pushed inside. Well, that wasn't exactly her first time doing anal so the experience wasn't entirely new to her, but it also wasn't something she'd done many time either. Eventually, all the beads entered her, the last one being considerably larger than the first one, and Oberon backed off a bit. When his teeth left her ear, Ara felt her muscles tensing up for a brief moment before relaxing again, though not as much as before, then almost instinctively tried to reach between her legs with her hands, her body begging her for more stimulation as the soft fondling had kept her arousal high while providing a pleasant feeling that couldn't however get her to her climax.

For a brief moment she wondered if the main reason Oberon seemed to be so controlled compared to the previous time was that they hadn't broken a bottle of perfume filled with her scent this time around. The thought, however, quickly slipped away as Ara found herself slowly moving her hips left and right, her tails lowered and to the side to cover as little as possible in a way quite unlike her normal behaviour, something that she herself noticed.

When his hands grasped her waist, she felt quite a bit of fur against her skin. With a single motion he pushed himself all the way inside of her, forcing air out of her lungs. Something felt a bit... off, maybe, but without giving her time to breath in, Oberon started thrusting back and fort, the wet sound of their flesh hitting against each other filling the room as waves upon waves of pleasure began to fill her mind, preventing her from thinking about what exactly had felt off and why, her breaths growing more and more ragged as her tails waved wildly to her sides, occasionally bumping against his own. He then grabbed her breasts and pulled her up, making her stand on her knees the same way he was, on the floor right next to the bed. The sudden change in position caused his thrusts to hit a different spot inside of her, jolts running through her bones every time she moved her own hips in rythim with his, one of his hands fondling her chest almost violently while the other ran all over her body, his mouth closing down on her neck, his teeth threatening to tear her skin as he licked the sweat off her, her taste filling his mouth the same way her scent had already filled his nose and her moans were filling his ears.

All the while, the beads in her rear were pushing her walls further against his member, enhancing the feeling while also being themselves pushed around with every thrust, reaching parts of her that would have otherwise been left unstimulated. With his heavy breaths echoing in her ears just as much as the sound of their hips meeting and parting over and over again, Ara felt herself melt in a sea of pleasure, with jolts of pain coming from his teeth and nails occasionally, intense just enough to reassure her that her trigger was already there, waiting for her to reach her climax. Which didn't take long at all, her body tensing up as her breaths stopped momentarily, the built-up pleasure crashing against her whole body like a wave, her ears standing straight up as the sharp but slight pain accompanied her into ecstasy, her thoughts focused completely on her own body and on the overwhelming feelings taking over it.

Then the pleasure began to abate and, in a brief moment of clarity, she realized that while she had felt his member throbbing and pulsating, she hadn't felt his seed releasing inside of her, though there had been a somewhat warm feeling. Which was both good and bad, she managed to think.

Did he... put on a condom?

With little to no warning at all, Oberon turned around while still holding her, placing himself between her and the bed as he fell -maybe intentionally, maybe not- on the sheets, bringing her down with him. The whole thing caused the beads in her rear to get pushed around a bit which, combined with his member still being inside of her, kept her arousal high, a couple of shivers running up her spine. With the change of position causing him to hit yet another different spot, he started moving again, without waiting for her to fully recover from the previous orgasm, her breaths still broken and irregular. His tails closed around them while hers were waving as wildy as they could, his legs crossed with hers and holding them apart. One of his hands then moved from her chest to her entrance, his fingers playing almost violently with her clith while his other hand moved behind her lower back, aggressively rubbing both the base of her tails and the skin around it, causing her fur to stand on end.

Had it not been for the completely overwhelming amount of pleasure crashing through her body, the ecstasy making it hard to breath, let alone think straight, Ara would have probably noticed that Oberon had grown a bit larger as more and more fur covered his skin. She might also have wondered of what exactly the cuffs on her arms were made of, as by that point her own transformation had progressed enough for her to be able to break free of them had that been normal leather.

But that wasn't the case, and Ara's mind was filled with nothing but pleasure. Since he was no longer holding her chest, she tried to get up, her arms violently struggling against the oddly sturdy restraints bounding them, but his hands were firmly grasping her, preventing her from getting away from the excessively strong stimulation. Maybe exactly because she knew she wasn't getting away, she tried as hard as she could to break free, but all she got from that was to further stimulate herself, her inner walls clamping down even harder, enhancing every thrust and causing the beads to wiggle around in her rear.

Her voice completely filling his ears, which twitched at her every moan, Ara felt herself clamp down, her back arching as her muscles tensed up, pleasure once again filling her nerves as her lungs briefly stopped taking in air, his nails digging into her back more than enough to give her the trigger she needed to reach another climax. Oberon, however, didn't stop, continuing to relentlessly stimulate her instead. With her orgasm further enhancing her sensitivity, his touch turned partially painful, the feeling mixed in with everything else in an oddly pleasant way. He stopped for a brief moment when Ara truly needed to breath, maybe out of instinct guided by their recently created link, maybe out of conscious observance of her condition, maybe by pure chance, and started moving immediatly after, leaving her just the time to fill her lungs again while not really giving her any time to recover.

Eventually, his muscles stopped, his member throbbing and pulsating inside of her. As Ara leaned forward a bit, trying to catch her breath, Oberon pulled himself up a bit, effectively getting in a sitting position behind her, his hands moving to her belly, gently making sure there woulnd't be too much space left between them as he buried his face in her hair briefly before starting to lick her skin, covered in somewhat salty sweat. As her breathing got a bit more regular, she turned her head around as much as she could, looking for his mouth and, as if the thought had reached his mind, he responded. His face had, by that point, quite a few foxlike features, such as whiskers, a somewhat long snout and a thin but uniform layer of fur, but the sight was more alluring than anything else to her as their lips met, briefly at first, their mouths then closing on each other as they licked the other's lips and tongue.

Ara eventually pulled away as she tried to get up, but her legs gave out, her body still shakenn and she fell on her knees. Apparently she needed a few more minutes to recover. Oberon's breath was quite ragged too, but not as much as hers as he was about to get up from the bed. Maybe because she knew her words woulnd't have quite reached him, maybe out of something closer to instinct, she pushed her tails against him to stop him. He remained still for a few moments, her fur pleasantly caressing his face as she turned around, still kneeled on the floor. In part to buy herself some time to let her privates recover a bit, their sensitivity still dangerously high due to all the stimulations, in part for a different reason, she placed her face in front his member and slowly, maybe a bit hesitantly, she took it in her mouth. The condom had a taste that sort of reminded her of milk somehow, though all her juices covering it contributed with an entirely different flavor. She managed to reach the base of the layer of rubber, and had she had a clearer mind she'd have been rather surprised at her lack of gag reflex. Regardless, she gently bit down on the condom, grabbing it with her teeth, and began to pull it up, carefully, perhaps without fully processing the consequences. It actually took her quite a while to get it off completely, but for one reason or another Oberon remained still the whole time.

As she proceeded, the smell of his seed hit her nostrils with full force, giving her a brief but intense goosebump, her body heating up again. Ara briefly looked up upon having completely removed the condom, her eyes meeting his, then she simply let the rubber fall to the floor before taking his bare member between her lips again, her tongue rubbing its head a bit, her ears twitching whenever her mouth caused him to let out his voice. After having licked up what was left of his seed from the tip and having gulped it down bit by bit, its bitter taste filling her cheeks, she slowly pushed her lips further down, taking as much of his length as she could inside her mouth as she stroked him with her tongue. Oberon placed his hands on the back of her head, scratching the base of her ears. Ara remained still for a few seconds to enjoy the massage before starting to move her head back and forth while sucking on his member, her tongue constantly caressing him, her ears treasuring his low but uncontrolled voice whenever her touch caused him to let it out, quickly getting him over the edge, his fingers firmly grasping her head and pulling it in as she felt him throb.

With his member as deep down her throat as it could go, Ara had barely enough room for breathing as his seed released directly down her neck, making her cough up a little, her ears twitching wildly as she felt her muscles contracting, her inner walls clamping down on nothing as the combination of taste, smell and everything else kept her excitement as high as it could get. That said, Oberon hadn't trasformed as much as the other time -not yet, at the very least- and the knot hadn't formed yet, which allowed Ara to pull her head back when he loosened his grip on it. She took a few quick breaths, followed by a couple of deeper ones, his seed still in her mouth, a couple of drops trickling down her jaw as she swallowed it in three or four gulps. Then, without warning, Oberon grabbed her and nearly threw her on the bed, with her face down. Not exactly bothered by that, Ara felt his hand on her back as he got on the bed next to her. Then the largest of the beads got pulled out from her rear.

Partially gasping, partially moaning as the object pushed her open to leave her body, sending shivers of pleasure along her skin, Ara found herself firmly held down by his arm and knee on her back as he pulled the beads out, quickly, but not to the point she couldn't clearly tell when each single one left her rear, her flesh being pushed open then closing down again, a new moan filling the room with the passage of each bead. Once the toy had been completely removed, she could feel herself still somewhat agape. Her cheeks had since long turned as red as they physically could though. Oberon then leaned on her as he properly positioned himself before entering her rear. The mixture of his seed, her juices and her saliva, as well as the lube which had been smeared on the beads themselves, acted as a lubrificant of sort, while the toy had loosened her up quite a up. Combined with the fact that her transformation had progressed enough to make her body considerably more... flexible than it normally was, Oberon could push himself inside with a single thrust with no problems at all.

Ara let out a weak cry as a faint jolt of pain crossed her body, only to be quickly replaced by a feeling of fullness and pleasure. Holding her down with his own weight as well as with an hand grasped around her neck -his fingers applying nowhere near enough pressure to cause her any real harm- he started moving his hips again. A pleasure different from the previous ones spreaded through her body with every motion, hitting nerves that weren't as used to being stimulated, and feeling his claws resting on her neck added another thrill, enhancing the whole experience somehow. Her own moans echoing in her ears, Ara struggled a bit against his body. In response, Oberon rolled around, making them both end lying on their side.

The new position allowed him to lift her leg up, bringing it next to her chest, and closing his arm around it, holding it in place, completely exposing her privates and tearing the pantyhose as well. His other hand then moved to her empty, throbbing entrance, his fingers sliding in and scratching her inner walls as his thumb aggressively fondled her clit. By that point Ara's body was too exhausted to put up even a pretense of a struggle, her lips vocalizing the pleasure that had filled her bones and mind. The change of position also made it so that his thrusts were hitting a different spot, the new sensation quickly taking her over the edge. Her limbs began to tremble the very moment his claws dug into her flesh, on her ample breast, around her nipple, spilling a few, tiny drops of blood. Her moans stopped as the climax took over her body, shaking her every fiber, and just as the wave of pleasure was about to recede she felt his member pulsating, his hot seed starting to fill her, further prolongating her orgasm.

When the feeling began to abate, they both stopped moving, their ragged breaths filling each other's ears as he pulled himself out of her. His hands letting go of her, Ara turned around and raised her head a bit, enough to directly stare at him. His face was much closer to that of a fox than to that of an human by that point. Somewhat awkwardly as she was still lying on her side with her arms bound, Ara tried to take his member inside of her again, and Oberon aided her, her inner walls grasping him so tightly that even just staying still like that brought them pleasure, what little motions their mere breathing caused being enough to send jolts along their bodies. He held her and turned around, lying on his back with her on top of him.

Ara adjusted her position a bit, her legs spread wide, her hips resting on him as she straightened her back. Either not remembering that Oberon was no longer wearing a condom or simply not caring, Ara started moving her hips up and down, closing her eyes to completely focus on the heat building up between her legs, her dripping entrance sending waves upon waves of pure ecstasy reverberating through her body and mind. She then felt his hands groping her chest, further enhanching the pleasure as Oberon began to move his hips as much as the position allowed him to, matching her rythim, and stopping only when Ara did. Feeling her climax approacing, she went from moving up and down to wriggling her hips, scratching different spots within herself, the pleasure building up a bit slower than before to allow her to fully savor it.

She then felt the base of his member swelling up, pushing with more force against her sensitive parts, locking them together as his seed released inside of her, making its way to her cervix and womb, aided by her own muscles contracting again and again. The feeling finally brought her over the edge as well, and Ara's body stiffened as his nails pierced the skin of her breasts, her mind going completely blank as her breaths came to a complete alt, pure bliss reverbating from her bones to the tip of the fur at the end of her tails.

Even after the high had passed, the pleasure continued to linger for a few minutes, or maybe for longer, and Ara simply let herself fall down. His hands supported her weight for a brief moment before gently accompanying her fall, the two of them lying together on the sheets, still connected. Their tails then covered them up, the soft fur feeling pleasantly cold against their almost boiling bodies as he hugged her. Despite her complete exhaustion, she'd have probably returned the embrace had her arms been free. But since they were still bound, she simply rubbed her head against him a couple of times, savoring his warmth, his scent, his touch and even the sound of his breaths, knowing that he was doing the same with her.

It didn't take long for both of them to drift off into a deep, peaceful slumber.

This was, in all honesty, meant to be the last chapter, but it turned out longer than I expected so the epilogue got delayed to the next one.

Thank you for reading.