Star Fox: Krystal's Honeymoon

by XxSanitariumxX

Krystal and Fox have just gotten married but the poor vixen is terrified. She loves Fox with all her heart but childhood trauma may keep their love life out of the bedroom unless Fox can help her work things out. Lemon.

6. Chapter 6 Epilogue

AUTHOR'S NOTES~~~ Wow. Holy shit! I can't seem to leave well enough alone. Well, here it goes. After four years and some change, an update to Krystal's Honeymoon! Yes, the story was done and finished as it stood, it somehow got in my head to make an epilogue to a story that was finished back in Dec-07-10! That said, there's some context to add to this chapter before y'all read this (or not and you've ignored these notes and already grabbed the lotion, tissues, batteries, etc.). First, this is set two years after the "ending" of KH. Second, I've literally not put as much effort into something like I have in this in such a long time! Veritably 17k words, almost a dozen re-writes, sat on the idea for a whole year, and had two beta-readers skim through it. Third, thanks to Shadow Commando and Wolfsalvo for beta-reading. And lastly, I really hope y'all enjoy this not just for the sexiness of it all, but for what it's meant to be; a Fox and Krystal love story. It's my sole intent to try and portray them as best as I can as they share with each other their feelings, passion, and love. Anyways, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy, and just so you know, THIS is the LAST addition to this story ever (unless future me decides to make present me a liar, that dick!). Will I do another lemon in the future... maybe.

And finally, for real this time, NO the cancelled and binned sequel to this story is not coming back, I don't even have the source files to it anymore. This is it, this is what you get. An update that's over half as long as the rest of the story COMBINED!

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The blue vixen's nose twitched in her sleep. So many delicious smells assailed her while she dozed, and her dreams changed from the obtuse and surreal, to her sinking her teeth in scrumptious food that her handsome husband made for her. Even in her sleep she began chewing and only woke up when he stomach let out a large growl and she had put ample amount of teeth marks in one of the couch throw pillows.

Her cerulean eyes fluttered open; batting her thick eyelashes. Her soft petite hand moved to her belly and rubbed it making her wonder what she was going to do for dinner. Then it hit her. Her dreams weren't so randomly spawned in her heavy nap, but they were in fact inspired by the real smells wafting from the kitchen to the living room. Just from smell alone she could tell that her darling husband, Fox McCloud, was cooking a feast.

Her black little nose twitched rapidly, inhaling the delicious scents of breaded pork chops, garden fresh green beans, hand mashed, buttery potatoes, steamed asparagus, applesauce mixed with cinnamon, and just a subtle hint of barbeque sauce no doubt plastered and cooked into a full rack of ribs to share. Again her stomach groaned and the longer she laid on the living room couch the more her mouth salivated.

The blue vixen could take it no longer! She leapt up off the couch and bounded towards the kitchen. Her soft padded feet were like slippers making her deadly silent. She reached the kitchen undetected and found her man working in front of the hot stove. For a moment she watched the retired mercenary work, feeling a deep sense of love for the man making her food. She admired his broad and muscled frame from afar and longed to feel it against her supple, feminine body. Yet the innate sense of foxy mischievousness overtook the young Cerinian vixen, and she made a sneaky smirk as she tiptoed into the kitchen all the way behind the vulpine. He was humming a small tune to himself, completely complacent and thinking he was completely alone.

"Gotcha!" Krystal exclaimed as she grabbed his long, thick, bushy tail.

The tall red fox let out a loud yip of fright most uncharacteristic of the large fox, while jumping almost a foot into the air. Krystal's grip completely failed and her mate's tail slipped through her grasp. She fell over backwards onto her butt laughing from deep down in her gut. Teasing Fox was always one of her favorite things, especially since he was also so vulnerably reactant to it.

Her laughing caused the vulpine to let out a beastly growl and turned around to see his wife rolling around on the linoleum floor. His heart was hammering in his chest and the red and white fur on his body was still fluffed out making him look twice as big as before. Without saying a word, Fox picked her up off the ground and carried her back to the living room over his shoulder while she continued to laugh and laugh. He then threw her onto the couch, making sure not to hurt her in the fall, and then stormed back to the kitchen.

"Aw… aw, Fox! Don't be mad, please!" Krystal said through her excited giggling.

"I'm not mad! Now stay there while I finish dinner!" Fox yelled from the kitchen, a small hint of amusement just barely evident in his voice but more obvious in his mind and the aura he was radiating.

Despite his halfheartedly stern command, the vixen once again silently crept towards the kitchen, this time even quieter and more cautiously. Her sharp fox ears kept on a swivel, checking for her mate's heavy footsteps so she might ping his position. Taking the utmost care in stalking her prey, Krystal slowly peaked around the corner, checking the stove for her husband but to her surprise, he wasn't there.

Drawing out her mind, she felt her husband's thoughts. He was most definitely still close by and absolutely oblivious of what was coming.

'Where did I put the cinnamon? I know it's in here somewhere!'

'He must be in the pantry,' she thought as another devilish grin spread across her lovely blue and white face.

Just as she took a step into the kitchen, her sinister smile faded in an instant when she saw out the corner of her eye a large body. This time it was her turn to yelp in fright when the large body grabbed her and wrestled her to the floor. Krystal was brought down to the floor on her front and pinned almost immediately. She tried to fight back but her attacker was far too strong and had exploited his surprise advantage too far for her to put up any kind of contest.

Her ears flared and pinned back on the top of her head when she heard Fox's booming laugh. Even though he severely outweighed her, she tried to squirm out of his hold, at least until she felt his teeth sink into the scruff of her neck. Krystal gasped when she felt his sharp teeth on the back of her neck. If Fox wanted, just a little pressure would break her skin, a little more would sink into her flesh, and a lot would break her neck like a twig underfoot. She quickly became still and docile, surrendering to him as he applied just enough pressure to be both commanding and yet somehow sensual. Despite the threat he posed, Krystal knew that while he held her supple neck in his jaws, she was entirely safe.

Through it all, a tiny spark of primal lust was set off inside her; the feeling of being dominated by her loving mate made her start to tingle. It wasn't often that Fox did this to her, but when he did, it was always so strangely erotic. She always feared that she'd hate it, but when it was Fox, she absolutely loved being dominated.

"Do you give up, Krystal? Or do I have to bite harder?" He asked through her scruff, giving his grip on her a slight more pressure and making her gasp.

Krystal did not respond to him verbally, instead she simply went limp and her fluffy blue and white tipped tail reached around and wrapped around him, almost like an embrace. Fox let out a deep approving growl but did not let his captive go so easily. With his wife completely succumbed, he grabbed both of her arms at the wrist and put them over her head before pinning them, allowing him to let go of her neck with his teeth. Krystal still did not move as she was incredibly curious as to where this was going. She waited in questioning suspense for what was to come when finally she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck once again.

"I figured you'd come for me again," he growled and started kissing her neck and giving it a loving lick every now and again. "It seems though that I'm getting pretty good at tricking your telepathy. Though when I planned this out, I didn't think you'd give up so easily."

"Mmf!" Krystal moaned in response when she felt his body gently rest against hers, keeping her locked down on the chilly hardwood floor.

"You know what I think?" Fox asked with a sinister grin on his muzzle that Krystal could see out of the corner of her eye. "I think, that my naughty little vixen needs to be punished."

The little vixen's heart began to beat faster and faster. What kind of punishment was he talking about? Did he really mean that, or was he just being evocative? She waited in uncertainty for him to do something but then she felt his hips rest against her hind. Blood rushed to her face giving her a warm red glow under her white fur. Her mate was already aroused and very hard. As his waist grinded against her backside before drawing back and giving her a push. His impressive bulge pressed and rubbed against her heart shaped hind through his trousers.

Krystal let out a small whimper of delight, lifting her rear a little higher to give him resistance as he ground sensually into her. Her mate gave her a favorable groan and pressed even harder against her with his swelling, imprisoned member. The feel of it against her, even through thick layers of clothing, was enough to make her ready for him, and even if he let go of her hands, she would not attempt to escape.

"Mm, you like this?" Fox moaned feeling his wife grind back into him.

"Oh, yes!" Krystal whispered, feeling her womanhood grow warmer and wetter for him with every thrust into her backside.

"You want me to rip your clothes off," Fox grunted but paused to kiss her neck once more, "and breed you over and over like an animal."

"Oh gods, yes. Yes!" the woman whimpered, so ready for her mate to deliver unto her a euphoric bliss of wonder and love.

"Well," he said, now holding her down with only one arm as he reached for the vixen's form fitting sweats with his other hand but was interrupted by a loud beeping from the ceiling and the smell of burning food shocked the two foxes; killing the mood in a heartbeat. Fox let out a snarl of disappointment and forced himself off of his wife.

"God damn it. I'm going to break that damn thing. You can't even pour a bowl of cereal without it going off," he growled at the fire alarm that was still screeching loudly because the pork chops in the oven were getting a little toasty.

Krystal shared with him in his disappointment. Her womanhood was so ready for her mate as was the rest of her body that it was a shame that it was all for naught. She attempted to get up on her own power, but Fox already reached down and pulled her up.

"I'm sorry, Krystal," he sighed when she was level with him again and they could look into each other's eyes.

Krystal nodded her head and kissed him on the lips, "It's okay, Fox. After dinner you can have me all you want." Krystal looked down and saw that her husband was still ready and gave him a soft, promising pat.

Despite the obnoxious beeping, Fox smiled and kissed her back.

"I love you, Krystal," he murmured, waist gently swaying as Krystal's lithe fingers traced the noticeable bulge in his pants.

"I love you, Fox," replied the vixen with a salacious smile.

"You're such an incredible woman. I don't know what I'd do without you," Fox whispered, feeling his heart ache because of how much he loved her. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"You caught me before I could fall," she whispered back just before the fire alarm began shrieking at a decibel that was quite painful to the foxes' sensitive ears.

"I- …excuse me for a moment." Fox growled and let go of her, retracting from her his warmth and love. It was hard to blame him though, as the fire alarm was chirping loud enough to drive both their foxy ears down in pain. He reached up to the ceiling with one hand and pressed the dismiss button, a feat she was incapable of doing without climbing something.

"Thank you," she sighed letting her ears rise.

"I should take that off, it's too sensitive and sets off when I make cereal for god's sake," Fox repeated, his mind clearly elsewhere and too busy to make a new analogy.

"Is it almost ready?" Krystal asked, her hunger starting to return now that her sexual hunger was denied.

Fox cast her a handsome smile over his shoulder, "Almost, Krys. Just a few more minutes."

"I'll get the table ready," she said excitedly and quickly grabbed two plates, two sets of silverware, and two glasses.

Carrying all those fragile items was quite precarious, but the vixen easily managed with help from her bushy tail for careful balance. She passed through the kitchen, eyeing the tod's taught hind as she walked before making her way to the dining room. The vixen hummed a small tune to herself as she set the small table for two. Her tail flicked about happily and her body lingered near the fire as she set Fox's side of the table. Looking back she realized that the fire was close to dying. Shrugging to herself, Krystal picked up a log of wood and stuffed it into the fireplace, feeding the starving fire.

The bright eyed fox watched the flames dance and lick the firewood until it started to char. She was so infatuated by the bright orange flames and the blue roots of the fire that she did not notice Fox bringing in the food behind her.

"Krystal, are you ready to eat?" Fox asked, startling the hypnotized vixen.

"Oh! Yes, please," Krystal giggled and rose to her feet to find Fox holding out her chair for her. Krystal rolled her eyes, "Ever the gentleman," she said and kissed him as he sat down.

"Hey, the tips are good!" Fox chuckled and pushed her in before walking around and taking his seat.

"You're so corny!" Krystal giggled and started piling her plate with food. "This looks absolutely amazing, Fox!"

Fox shrugged and let off a modest smirk, "I try."

True to her words, the food was indeed amazing. For the longest time, their dinner was eaten in silence as they enjoyed the food to the fullest. Krystal's tail flicked back and forth as she sank her teeth into the honey-barbeque glazed ribs. A small chuckle from the red fox peaked her interest, but when she looked at Fox to see what he was laughing at, he was staring down at his meal. Only when she finished her ribs did the vulpine let her in on the joke.

"What? What's so funny?" Krystal growled playfully.

"You… your face is covered in sauce!" Fox chuckled making the vixen blush.

"Well… it's not exactly the first time my face has been covered in your sauce, is it?" purred the vixen, Fox's body tensing as a result.

Fox's wide, jade green eyes met the coy, cerulean eyes of his mate before they both started laughing. The tod's fist banged against the table, rattling the dishes a little while Krystal rolled around in her chair. When he was done laughing, the vulpine excused himself and started clearing the table.

"Do you need help with this?" Krystal asked cleaning her face of "Fox's sauce."

"Uh, sure! Just bring some of it in and put it in the sink. I'll take care of the dishes tonight," Fox said. Krystal sighed in relief. If there was one chore she hated, it was washing dishes and getting her soft, downy fur all muddied up with dirty dishwater and food chunks. The now beaming vixen rose from her seat and started grabbing dishes. Deciding that she didn't want to make two trips, she began piling dishes up in her arms.

Just as she grabbed the last glass from the table and started for the kitchen, Krystal's empathetic powers sensed a new presence suddenly appear out of nowhere. The presence was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and its sudden appearance terrified and confused her so much that she dropped the dishes and watched them shatter.

"Krystal!?" she heard her husband's voice echo so faintly, like he had shouted it across the darkness of space.

Her hand jumped to her now rapidly beating heart. What was this presence? She tried to walk but the soles of her padded feet were cut on the broken glass, making her gasp in pain. At the sound of his wife's yelp, Fox immediately rushed into the dining room, his feet better protected from the glass by two black socks.

"Krystal, what's wrong!?" he demanded to know as he scooped her up and carried her out of the minefield of glass to the living room couch.

"I-I… I'm not sure," Krystal whimpered as she searched frantically for the source of the new presence. It was a frightening thing, like knowing someone was sneaking up on you and attack.

"You're hurt! Stay here, I'll be right back," Fox ordered and quickly ran to the bathroom to fetch the first aid box.

With him gone, Krystal felt more vulnerable than before. She shivered as the presence steadily grew stronger and stronger. As time wore on, she began to get a better grasp on the strange manifestation. The vixen began to realize that it did not mean her ill will. Her bearings returned and she concentrated her powers on isolating it.

'So strange… it's definitely a person but it feels… young, and growing by the second,' she thought to herself. 'It's almost as if… where… no. No, it can't be!'

Krystal had finally found what she had been looking for. Her body began to tremble and all she could feel was a loving warmth throughout her body. Tears began to stream down her eyes and she hugged herself. When Fox came back, he saw her weeping and bleeding. His heart nearly shattered seeing her in such a state and he quickly began to remove the glass, clean, and bandage her injured feet.

"Are you okay, Krystal? Does it hurt?" he asked, to which he got a response he was not expecting.

"No, Fox," she whispered as he finished bandaging her feet.

Fox swallowed hard and placed his hand on her face. He slowly and gently pet her, moving the tears through her fur until they were all gone. Before any more could fall, Fox caught them. His wife smiled at him weakly for she hadn't any idea what to say. Her love for him seemed to be growing more and more by the second as the realization of what just happened had finally set in.

"Are you okay, Krystal?" He asked again to which she nodded, unable to find even the simplest words to reply. "Your feet are cut up… I think I should take you to the hospital."

Krystal tensed up and her heart skipped a beat all at once. The last thing she wanted to do was go to the hospital for something so insignificant that her powers could mend in a day or two. No, tonight was a special night, the night that their relationship became even grander.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Fox begged to know as seeing yet more tears form in her eyes was like pressing his own face against hot cinders. He was protective of his wife, so much that it was to a fault. Fox always put her needs and safety before his. It was these overbearing feelings that caused him to go to the ends of worlds for her, but also almost caused him to lose her once.

"Nothing's wrong, Fox," she told him and took his hand in hers, their fingers locking together.

"Than what happened?"

The vixen smiled as more tears came to her eyes. She looked into the windows of her husband's soul and found the strength and courage she could always find in those sparkling emerald gems. She wondered for a moment how he might take the news and whether or not he would be happy. Of course they had talked about it numerous times since their honeymoon two years ago, but now it was a reality. The thought of keeping it a secret did cross her mind, but that was only a foolish afterthought.

"Fox… I'm… I'm pregnant!"

In a heartbeat Fox's face when from worriedly concerned, to frozen blank. His entire body tensed up, not a single muscle but his heart dared to move. Slowly the fur on his body began to rise and a thick glaze covered his eyes. His jaw was lost to his control and slowly started to fall until it was hanging wide open.

The Cerinian began to worry. This was not the reaction she was expecting, but rather thought he would be either ecstatic or possibly even upset. Never had she seen him just shut down like this. It scared her to think about what might be going on in his mind and she dared not to look so she waited on batted breath for his response, fortunately it wasn't long of a wait.

Fox's arms embraced her and his head rested on her soft stomach. For a long time he sat at her feet, squeezing the mother of his kit. Krystal was so overcome with relief she stroked his head and kissed him behind the ears.

"You're not mad?" she asked which got a rise out of the red fox.

"Mad? How can I be mad!?" He laughed and rubbed his nose against hers. "Krystal, I'm thrilled! I mean, I'm going to be a father! We're parents!"

The throws of passion overwhelmed the vixen and she tackled him. Fox landed on his back but couldn't complain before his lips were forced against hers. Krystal became enflamed with so much love that she could not get enough of him and soon became dominant, pinning him down and kissing him deeper and deeper.

Between the vixen's legs, a fire was started. She began to breathe deeper and rub her legs together, all the while keeping her mate locked against her lips. With every rub, her womanhood grew hotter and hotter with friction. How she yearned for it to receive its partner. It was almost maddening! Never before had she accumulated this much lust for her husband, and that was saying a lot.

Fox murred excitedly when Krystal's legs came apart and saddled on his waist. Gradually she started out a slow rhythm, sliding her sensitive womanhood against the strong, hard body of her mate. The buffering clothes did little to stem the pleasure. In but a few short moments, Krystal was rocking against Fox incredibly fast, almost angrily. The vulpine took it as a sign to reassert his role as dominant, but when he attempted to get up, Krystal's paws forced him down.

"K-Krystal?" He asked, his only answer being the vixen's hips bucking harder and harder against him.

The vixen was now panting and moaning aloud. Her hands reached under her pants and stroked feverously against her mound. Her lips pulled back showing her pointed teeth, her throat rumbled with a dominating growl, and her hips thrust faster and faster. Krystal had set herself on a chase for that perfect release, yet the method she was using as an approach was failing her. Her cerulean eyes looked down at the man she loved, but now she could only see him as a hunk of meat. Krystal sat up on him and brought his body up to her level. Fox was so confused he did nothing but go along with it.

Through her gasps, moans, and growls, the vixen said to her tod, "Eat me."

"What?" He asked, hardly able to understand her, so she put it in terms he could understand.

Krystal rushed out of her tight sweat pants and grabbed Fox by the ear. It didn't hurt him but that didn't stop him from letting out a small whine. Before he could ask her what she was doing, his jaw dropped as he came face to face with Krystal's aching flower. The heat expelling from her cleft was enough to make the red fox's face sweat. Due to her vigorous dry humping, the lips of her petal had been rubbed a little reddened and swollen. Nectar from the soft pink folds soaked her lips, enticing the vulpine's twitching nose with its scent. The muscles of her inner thighs quaked from the strength and power of her flower's need for her mate.

"Fucking eat me! Make me cum!" she demanded and thrust herself into his open maw.

The tod didn't even have to give her a swipe with his tongue. Just the rough contact of his mouth and nose against her sensitive nethers shot a bolt of pleasure up to the tips of her ears then back down to the length of her now bushy tail. Fox was rather taken aback at the sudden power Krystal was exerting over him, but the feeling of being dominated by the woman he loved so dearly, obeying her commands and submitting to her will, greatly appealed to him.

Fox opened his mouth and attacked his mate with his tongue. His thirst for her drove his tongue straight into her depths were the sweetest and warmest nectar could be found. Upon feeling Fox spike inside of her, the vixen jerked and let out a gasp as a small whisper of an orgasm rocked her body. She looked down at the man between her legs. His eyes were closed while he moaned and savored the sweet taste of her womanhood. Krystal's hands began to rake through his thick, untamable locks of white hair while he worked her with such loving proficiency.

His tongue wormed deeper still inside of her, desperate to find every last drop of her sweet, sweet taste. Overcome with his fervent actions, Krystal grabbed the back of his head and used the leverage to grind herself into his face. Fox spluttered a little, his entire face becoming soaked with girl cum, but he did not stop. He withdrew his tongue and retaliated to the panting vixen's thrusts by lashing at her cleft. His rough tongue sliding against every inch all the way up to the mound. Krystal let out a wail of pleasure. Fox's tongue continued to trace her entire womanhood over and over as she shook her head and bucked her hips into his eager mouth.

"Eat me! Oh gods and goddesses, fucking eat me, Fox!" Krystal growled, the red fox's ears twitching at that rather uncharacteristic command.

In the two years they had been married, Krystal never acted so dominantly. To see her forcing him down on her while barking orders at him now, made the jean pants he was wearing ungodly painful around the pelvic area. Fox loved seeing this side of the easily perceivable gentle vixen. His hands reached around the blue fox and found her backside. He grabbed it greedily and helped Krystal with her spastic bucks of pleasure into his wet face.

Two small bumps began to show on the vixen's light-blue top and they demanded attention. Slipping her hands away from Fox's hair and letting him take control of the riding, Krystal's hands slipped under her shirt and found the needy buds and rolled them around her fingers. The whole time her hands fondled her breasts, she imagined it was the vulpine's strong hands working them, kneading them. Krystal looked down and saw green fire in Fox's eyes and wondered for just a split second what he was planning before it was too late.

"AH!" Krystal cried out as Fox wrapped his lips around her mound. He lightly sucked on her sweet spot while beating on it with his tongue like it were a drum. Her body began to course with electricity. The feeling of sweet release was rapidly drawing upon her!

Fox refused to let up, knowing full well what it was doing to her. Krystal was all but yanking her nipples like they were udders and her head lolled about her shoulders. Fox sucked a little harder on her clit and beat twice as fast with his tongue against it. Krystal's eyes shot open wide and the air in her lungs froze.

"Fox! I- …I'm gonna!" Krystal began to gasp and whimper.

'Already!?' Fox thought just a split second before Krystal's legs clamped down on his head and his ears rang with a loud howl of pleasure from Krystal's orgasm.

Seconds ticked by like they would if they were hours for the vixen. Her entire body locked up and became captivated by a pure bliss. Her cerulean eyes rolled back up into her skull and her tongue hung limply out of her muzzle while her nethers seemed to fire off like a machine gun with uncountable orgasms. Her trembling depths sprayed her captive with her hot and sticky cum while he lapped up every drop. By the time it was over, her body was completely exhausted and she fell off her mount to the floor, gasping for breath.

Fox was in no better shape. The entire time Krystal was rocked with her intense release, her legs were clamped around his head, nearly shattering his skull. While she panted and gasped for breath, Fox coughed and wheezed. His tongue still licking up the taste of the vixen on his face, and once he recovered, he craved more.

Crawling on his hands and knees, Fox mounted the vixen and began licking her on the neck. Krystal purred but didn't do anything but moan and let him continue tasting her. The tod worked his way up from her neck to her muzzle, joshing her by feigning to move in for a kiss but actually moved up to her ears and began playfully chewing on them. The vixen smiled and tried swiveling her ears around to avoid Fox's little love bites.

"That was so hot, what you did, Krystal," Fox whispered into the woman's ear and gave it a lick.

Krystal opened her mouth to respond but found it under surprise sneak attack from her mate's own mouth. As he drove his tongue into her open mouth, she could taste herself as his tongue rolled against hers. Her own taste aroused her more and she eagerly lapped up every lingering bit from Fox's warm, wet maw.

Fox pulled away from her, the two fox's mouths both hanging open and panting and a strand of saliva kept their tongues connected. Krystal looked like she was in a hazy dream. Her eyes could barely stay open and her face was boiling red around the white of her fur thanks to her incredible string of orgasms' afterglow. As Fox stared deeply into the perfect beauty before him, his mind and heart seemed to stop beating and time slowed down. Krystal post-orgasm was the most beautiful thing in the world to him, and nothing in the galaxy would ever prove otherwise.

"I love you, Krystal," he murmured, breaking the string of saliva holding their tongues together.

"I love you too, Fox," panted the vixen. "I… I'm sorry if I got a little rough-"

"Don't be," the vulpine interrupted and kissed the vixen on her cute, little, black nose. "That was one of the hottest things ever."

The vixen cocked an eyebrow, "Oh? Does my Foxy-Woxy like when I'm rough?"

Fox rolled his eyes at his pet-name, "You can say that. It's definitely a side of you I wasn't expecting, that's for sure."

Krystal showed Fox her sparkling white teeth in a mischievous smile, "You really fell under me quite obediently. Hardly any struggle at all."

The red fox only smiled and began stroking the vixen's supple body. He nuzzled up to her neck and got an approving growl from his lady love in response.

"Come on, we should get you upstairs and some fresh bandages on your feet," Fox whispered as he drew away from the vixen, her body instantly aching for his lost warmth.

"Do we have to- yip!" Krystal chirped but giggled once Fox hoisted her off the ground and held her in his big, strong arms. "Oh alright then," she purred and nuzzled up into his chest. "Somebody's just anxious to get their… compensation," said the vixen, licking her lips.

"Heh-heh, compensation?" Fox asked, his arms going taught. Krystal nuzzled deeper into Fox's chest, enjoying the feel of his firm pecs under his dark green shirt against her cheek. "What kind of compensation?"

"You'll see," Krystal hummed as Fox carried her up the stairs. The young Cerinian silently marveled at how easily Fox carried her up the stairs with hardly any strain. By the time they reached the top, he wasn't even breathing hard. "I'll never get tired of that," Krystal murred which brought an idea to Fox's head.

"Tired of what? Tired of this?" he asked before turning on his heel and pretending to throw her down the stairs. Krystal let out a loud yip of fright and kicked her legs in protest. "Careful, Krystal! Don't FALL!" Fox barked and did it again.

"Fox! Damn it!" Krystal growled, her arms holding the red fox's neck in a death grip. "You know I hate that!"

Fox shook his head and chuckled deep in his throat, "Come on. You know I'd never let you fall."

Krystal had no response to that but to stick out her tongue at the tod. As goofy as he was, sometimes a real flare for spontaneous romance made it through that toothy grin of his.

"Ready for bed?" he asked reaching their bedroom door.

"Hmm… not really," she admitted, shyly stroking her bushy tail. "I'm not sleepy at all."

"Okay. Then what do you suggest we-" Fox tried to ask as he navigated opening the door and holding his beloved with one arm. At sheer random, his wife kissed him and all but forced her tongue into his mouth. At that point, Fox didn't need another hint, "Alrighty! Now in continuation from earlier on the living room floor," he said and tossed her onto the bed.

Giggling ecstatically, Krystal bounced on the bed twice before her husband pounced on her, anchoring her down as he barraged her with kisses running up and down her neck. The vixen began to purr and mew with delight. Spurred on by her pleasured reactions, Fox's wanderlust began to trace the curves he would never tire of exploring. His hand raced up and down her side and thigh before climbing up to her breast, giving it a loving squeeze.

"Mmf. Mmf!" The vixen moaned for more as she was unable to speak with Fox's tongue crashing like an ocean's waves on a sandy beach against hers.

Fox growled eagerly, his lust for the vixen and her jaw dropping body knew no limit. His own body began to get hotter and hotter as his blood reignited for his Cerinian beauty. The uncomfortable tightness of his jeans returned with a vengeance, and he let out a small growl of discomfort because of it. Krystal's ears flicked at the growl but sensed what was causing Fox discomfort.

"Oh! Is someone ready to come out and play?" Krystal grinned and patted the bulge in Fox's trousers. Fox gave a high pitched, canine whine as Krystal toyed with him. His hand moved from Krystal's left breast to release himself from his denim prison, but Krystal wasn't having it. "Ah, ah, ah! Allow me."

In a flash, Krystal wrapped her lithe legs around the vulpine and spun him around until she wound up straddling his waist. The broad shouldered man let out an almost uncharacteristic whimper as Krystal swirled her hips around her steed. Relishing in the pleasured torture she was inflicting upon her mate, Krystal held his arms down and stared into his eyes.

"I'm going to show you something beautiful," she whispered loud enough to make it over the sounds of his foxy whimpering.

The vixen licked Fox on his nose before finally granting him some reprieve. Her hands slowly and provocatively fiddled with the copper button before sliding the zipper down slower than a bead of sweat crawls down a person's back in the muggiest day of summer on Sauria. In complete contradiction to her teasing up until now, once the zipper was down, Krystal undid the belt looped around Fox's waist and ripped the denim trousers off in a flash. Fox let out a sigh of relief.

"Took you long enough, don't you think?" he snarled playfully to which Krystal responded by grabbing the hunk of meat trying anxiously to break out of the last remaining shackle.

Krystal rolled her head and the hair out of her eyes as she started delicately pumping the throbbing muscle in her hand, "I guess you could say I'm in a… frisky mood tonight."

Fox writhed in a blanket of paradise at the attention he was receiving, "I-I'll say!"

Krystal stopped her pumping fist to better observe the hidden muscle beneath the Arwing plastered boxers. A small wet spot had formed at the very tip of it, near the hem of the left leg hole in the boxers. Grinning wickedly, Krystal began to tap the tip and the wet spot.

"My, my, my," she purred slyly. "What a mess you're making of Katt's Christmas gift."

The tapping increased in force and speed, eliciting another spurt of pre from the panting vulpine and made the wet spot grow. Fox's hips began to buck with want as Krystal resumed her dominating torture. He looked at her with pleading green eyes, begging for more than just the simple touch.

"Uh-uh," Krystal grunted and grabbed the head between her thumb and index finger, swiveling it around. "You're gonna pay for nearly throwing me down the stairs tonight. Don't worry though, I just know you'll," Krystal paused as her cerulean eyes began to glow with an almost haunting light, "love it!"

Fox shivered. As beautiful and amazing Krystal was, there were times she frightened him. This being one of those times. The last time she used her powers in bed was the night they both wound up in the hospital, dehydrated, malnourished, and wreaking of foxy love. The hospital staff had to keep them separated on different floors as the two lovebirds did not seem to learn their lesson and were caught numerous times with IV's still sticking in them as they showed the hospital beds what hot, sweet, passionate sex was.

"Now!" Krystal declared as she let go of the vulpine's length. "Let's let our friend out before he utterly ruins your boxers!"

Krystal's nimble fingers slid up the entire length of Fox's shaft as they traveled up towards the elastic band of the boxers. The blue vixen's eyes became locked on her task. Like a curtain being pulled, the pulsing manhood of her mate was slowly revealed to her. Her heart pounded in her ears as inch by inch she took in the sight of Fox's heavy loins. She could remember the first time she saw it, back when the very notion of sex frightened her. Now though, only two years later, she craved her mate's parts like an animal in heat.

"So big," Krystal whispered when the boxers fell and the vulpine's length stood tall and proud at attention. Her fingers curled around it once more but shied from the pre leaking from the tip. Leaning in, Krystal ran her tongue from the base all the way up grabbing every last drop; the sweet and salty taste making her salivate. "Mm, more!"

Her hand resumed stroking the vulpine as she gazed at the tip, aching for more of the sweet taste to spill from his love stick. Fox was so enamored by her hand's gentle caress that he began thrusting in sequence with every bob of her hand. Before long, Krystal was given another salty treat.

"You taste so good, Fox," Krystal murred as she lapped at the pre spurting from his manhood. Before she could draw away, she felt a large hand encompass the back of her skull. Krystal could sense the rampaging lust seeping from his mind, as well as the burning need for release so she all but expected to have the eight inch shaft forced down her throat. Yet surprisingly, the man's hand merely scratched her behind the ears, approving of this sensual game.

"Mm," Krystal moaned in her throat just as Fox found her itchy spot and exploited it for all its worth. The vixen's pink tongue worked feverously to glide across every square inch of the throbbing flesh in her hands.

"K-Krystal!" Fox gasped, his wife's tongue rolling over his sensitive loins.

"Oh? Getting close are we?" Krystal purred as her free hand coddled her mate's delicate loins. "Sorry, Fox, but I want these bad boys nice and full. You'll cum when I say you can."

Fox's heart skipped a beat, "What? What do you mean by- oh fuck!" the vulpine grunted, feeling his climax coming. His hips began to buck wildly into Krystal's paw. Krystal grinned wickedly, letting Fox attempt to release in her hand. His shaft began to swell and harden even further at the imminent release. As his loins drew into his body to flood Krystal's hand with warm wetness, the Cerinian telepath stopped the natural act with her powers and, just to emphasize her control over him, clamped down at the bottom of his shaft.

The red fox thrust hard into Krystal's hand for the orgasm that was denied to him. His throat let out a long growl and high pitched fox whines. Krystal reveled in his torture. She could sense his pleasure and frustration as he came so close but was denied last second. Krystal's womanhood quivered and she wanted to impale herself on the still hard and throbbing cock of her husband.

Fox panted and wiped his brow of sweat, "You're so cruel sometimes- AH!" Fox gasped when Krystal clenched him hard in her hand.

"I am, but I know you love it," the woman purred as more pre became readily available to her that she quickly slurped up.

"Oh shut up," Fox growled and leapt at the vixen.

The tod made to grab the vixen and press her under his control, but Krystal was already too deep into his mind to not know his improvised plans. As much as it would please her to be subjugated and ridden like a mare by a stallion, Krystal wrestled Fox and pushed him back, winding up sitting on his chest and pinning his arms down.

"Damn it!" Fox cursed, unable to move the deceptively strong vixen off him. "You're just loving this, aren't you?" he asked when he felt the burning heat from Krystal's womanhood soaking his chest.

"Loving is too weak of a word," Krystal admitted and leaned into Fox to kiss him.

The man's green eyes rolled around in his skull, "Still though, why are you so… frisky tonight? You're usually begging me to make passionate love to you and yet here I am, trapped, and barred from my own release!"

"I don't know how to explain it," Krystal admitted, kissing Fox on his cold black nose. "But what I do know is that I'm a woman in her prime, who's about to bring a new, beautiful life into the world. And I want the man who's pleased me more times than I can count, to be loved and worshipped like he so deserves. Is it so wrong of me to want to fuck you like a bitch in heat?"

Fox's ears flared, "I wish you wouldn't call yourself that."

Krystal threw her head back, whipping her hair back over her shoulders, "But I am. I'm a horny little bitch that needs her man's cock more than she needs to breathe," the once timid vixen moaned as she got off Fox's chest, crawled away on all fours and presented herself to the male. She shook her heart shaped ass at Fox, inviting him to play with her glistening lips and taught hind. "Come on, Foxy. Give me that hot fox-dick!"

There was no hotter way for her to have told him in the vulpine's mind. Fox hesitated for only a second before he veritably attacked her flank, his hands greedily grabbing handfuls of her taught ass while he dove into her womanhood with his mouth and tongue. He ate her and lapped up her juices with the same fervor of a man dying of thirst. Krystal's muzzle fell wide open and a moan escaped her as Fox continued his tongue lashing from earlier.

"Oh… Fox, you know that's not what I asked for!" Krystal giggled, sparking a growl from the tod.

"Heh, alright then," he said and mounted her, his girth prodding her wet love canal. His meat threatened to penetrate her and make her feel whole, but Fox, to his credit, declined to enter her and kept the blue vixen panting.

"Damn it all, Fox!" Krystal moaned as she tried to penetrate herself on Fox by rearing back on his shaft, but ultimately failed. "You know I absolutely hate it when you tease me!"

Fox leaned forward and wrapped his hand around her muzzle, stroking her lovingly, "But you also know I love those cute little noises you make and how you beg for my cock," he said and licked her on the ear.

Krystal growled, "Not this time, Fox. Fuck me now, or I'll make your balls as blue as my fur!"

The tod bit his lower lip. He knew this threat of hers to be true. If Krystal wanted, she could manipulate his body and mind to do whatever she pleased. She held a leash of power over him stronger than any force in the galaxy. If she wanted him inside her, she would get what she wanted with or without his cooperation. Deciding he didn't want to remember what it felt like to be so pent up that it hurt, Fox grabbed Krystal on either side of her hips and thrust deep inside her.

Krystal reared her head back, eyes sparkling and tongue hanging out her muzzle. The feeling of Fox's cock invading her, stretching her, and filling her more than any phallic piece of rubber could was incredible. This went way beyond just filling her however. When Fox was hilted inside her, it all felt so right. Like she had found that a missing piece that she didn't know was absent for years. He was her mate, the man she had chosen to be with for the rest of her natural days, sire her children, and share the gifts and hardships of life with. With every thrust inside of her, it was to her as if they were joining together as one.

"Mmm… mmmore," the vixen groaned, her eyes shining with light once more.

Fox couldn't deny her if he tried. His body felt utterly compelled to obey the lust drunk vixen. The tod's hips quickly found a rhythm that was pleasing to the blue fox receiving his rod. Every time he slipped inside of her, he was greeted with a loving, wet embrace from Krystal's tight walls. She hugged every inch of his manhood and pulled it in with every thrust.

The red fox smiled to himself hearing Krystal voice her love to him. Her grunts, her moans, her gasps, her cries were all words of her love that was so intimate and so pure that real words could not hope to match, as all they did was complicate the task. Before long, her song of love and desire rang too loud and true in his ears and heart. His hand grabbed the vixen by the hair and he yanked her head back until she was looking straight up at the ceiling. Without breaking the tempo of their hips smacking together, Fox leaned down and shoved his tongue down Krystal's throat, returning the love as she all but choked on his tongue.

When he was done with her, Fox used his leverage and shoved her face first into the pillows. Krystal squealed and her walls clamped down on Fox's girth as a small orgasm rocked her body from the intensity of the primal act. Fox held her face down and proceeded to ramp up his force and speed. The sounds of his hips hitting hers and the squelching of his cock being swallowed by her hungry depths echoed off the walls under the sound of the bed bashing into the wall with every thrust.

Krystal drooled into her husband's pillow as her womanhood was assaulted with such ardor and ferocity. Fox was never this dominant with her and she was so aroused that he worked through his chivalry and was now fucking her just the way she wanted; like a horny little bitch in heat! The red fox had effectively conquered her and was now fucking his prize fast and hard. Again, her womanhood tremored from the power of another orgasm as it washed over her body like an ocean wave on a rock.

"How's that, Krystal?" asked Fox with a cocky smirk on his muzzle. "I can be a little rough, too!"

SMACK!

Krystal's back arched and her head came back up for a split second before being shoved back into the pillow where it now belonged. Her hind stung and was glowing red under the snow white fur. She wanted to curse but all that came out was an approving moan that coaxed another hard spank from husband's hand. Her hind flared up in a stinging pain once more. A twisted smile spread across the beautiful vixen's face and she wiggled her hips in eager anticipation for another.

He began wailing into her hind with his hand, mixing it up every so often so that both her cheeks burned a bright red. Krystal's eyes rolled up into the back of her skull. On the one hand, her ass was enflamed with a terrible stinging pain. On the other, her depths were ensnared in a non-duplicable pleasure. The perfect blend of pain and pleasure confided within the small space that was the vixen's pelvis. Like ice and fire, she felt the best of both worlds.

The vixen tried to push herself up, but Fox quickly forced her back down. She relished in the feeling of his domination, of being nothing but a simple object of his satisfaction. Her eyes looked back up into Fox's with love and adoration but found him looking down at his prize that he was ramming with his love stick.

Fox smiled to himself when he looked down and saw that Krystal's lips were suckling on his shaft as it pulled out. It seemed as if her womanhood had grown hungry for his meat and was now drawing him in without need of moving his hips. It's hunger for more orgasms that strong. Laughing aloud, Fox pushed in harder and enjoyed the melodious sound of Krystal's love cries.

"Fuck me, Fox! Fuck me, Fox!" the insatiable vixen sang like a mantra with every hard thrust the tod made.

The primal urges began to take over Fox's mind. Hearing Krystal beg for his cock and squeal with every hard burst of orgasms was driving him mad. His muzzle curled back into a snarl and he grabbed Krystal by the hair again, getting a moan of delight. He lifted her back up, allowing her to hold herself up on her hands just before leaned all his weight on the warm Cerinian. His large body now slamming roughly into Krystal's gentle frame, Fox bit Krystal on the scruff of her neck with his sharp teeth and growled in ascertaining dominance. Krystal's only response was to wrap her tail around Fox's bucking hips in a very loving but subservient embrace.

"Take me, Fox! Make me yours!" Krystal exhaled, her body gearing up for an orgasm larger than all the rest combined!

Fox was keen to oblige and went all out. He threw everything he had into the motions. His strong arms wrapped around Krystal's stomach while he drilled into her. Krystal struggled to keep herself up on all fours, Fox's weight was proving a bit too much for the feminine body and her arms shook because of it. Within just a few seconds of her husband's barrage on her quivering depths, Krystal's arms gave out and she collapsed face first back into the pillow that now had her drool, sweat, and teeth marks in it.

The whole house reverberated with their love. The room echoed the sound of noises they made and the loud banging of the headboard colliding with the wall. Krystal's nethers began to constrict around Fox's length, her deep orgasm had finally come. Her whole body detonated and she became as solid as stone. Fox growled into her neck now that Krystal was holding his loins snugly, milking him for every drop of his thick and creamy seed. He too could not hold back and finally he felt his loins tighten and his manhood erupt a hot geyser of his fox love. Krystal nearly choked on her own tongue when she felt every last inch of her depths become flooded with white, hot essence. The excess left to leak and dribble out onto her thighs and dry up into little streaks.

When Fox's orgasm had come to an end, he released his wife. The exhausted vixen's hips collapsed underneath him panting desperately for air now that he no longer held her up. Seeing her lying almost helplessly before him brought an idea to Fox's head and while he knew Krystal would probably chastise him later for it, his hand reached down to his length and stroked out one final spurt that stretched all the way from between the vixen's shoulder blades, down to her fluffy tail. The last and weakest of his shots felt by far the best, as a rush of further domination testosterone flooded his senses. With his wife effectively marked, Fox collapsed at her side and stroked her back, rubbing the evidence away into her fur.

"That was amazing," Krystal moaned, seemingly unaware of the last of Fox's load being rubbed into her downy fur.

"It was," Fox sighed and kissed her behind the ears, making them twitch. "You are such a remarkable woman, love of my life."

Krystal purred at the warm rubbing on her back and the warm full feeling deep inside of her womb.

"Oh, well we're not done yet," Krystal purred as she rolled over, Fox's seed shifting inside of her bringing an aftershock to her still sensitive cleft. She gasped lightly and could not resist the urges. She shoved two fingers into herself, stoking the embers back into a small fire and moving the hot essence around inside of her until she hissed and thrust her orgasming womanhood into the air.

"W-We're not?" asked Fox, afraid and excited and a little turned on watching Krystal pull out her fingers, sticky with both their juices and then licked the digits clean. "Alright then! Let me go drink a gallon of orange juice and I'll be ready in ten, deal?"

Fox slowly leaned up to get out of bed but he felt a hand on his slowly receding length. What happened next brought the vulpine to a new level of euphoria. Fox looked down and saw that ten minutes was too long of a wait for the vixen. Her hand was shining a bright blue as she stroked new life and energy into Fox's loins. The once spent and tired libido of the vulpine regenerated fully and he felt ready to take her all over again, even harder this time!

The red fox shivered, "I'll never get used to that. You are absolutely amazing, Krystal."

Krystal giggled, still stroking the re-hardened shaft, "I have my moments. Though this time, I want to try something… a little… different."

Fox grinned with anticipation and mounted the vixen once more. He held her arms down and licked her nose before assailing Krystal's delicate neck. He kissed her all over from the collarbone to the jawline of her muzzle. Every time he found a spot where he asserted himself on her, he made double sure to lick the mats his teeth made in her fur away.

"What exactly did you have in mind?" Fox asked when he paid enough homage to Krystal's ticklish neck.

"Well," Krystal began, still stroking the pulsating mass hanging between Fox's legs. "Do you remember our honeymoon? Where I coupled our minds together?"

The Cerinian could instantly feel a shift in the man's mind. Remember their honeymoon? How could he forget!? That was the most passionate and love filled time of their lives! And the way it ended, with their minds and bodies as one to feel the most intense orgasm of their lives still made Fox sweat.

"Y-Yeah. That was kind of too intense of a thing to forget," he chuckled nervously and looked into her eyes. "Are you saying you want to… try it again?"

Krystal smiled warmly and licked Fox on his black nose, "Precisely." Fox returned her smile with a goofy, excited grin of his own. He moved to attack her neck again and groped her breasts with enthusiastic zeal, but Krystal stopped him. "But first, I need to make you ready. Lay on your belly, Fox."

Fox chuckled to himself and was very eager to see where this was going. He let out a contented groan as he rested his tired body on the soft bed. It wasn't nearly as soft as the vixen, but he didn't have to worry about crushing the mattress and pillow. What came next surprised the vulpine.

"Oh… oh yeah. That's it babe," the vulpine moaned while his wife's hands massaged his muscular back. The knots and kinks in his back were helpless against his wife's heavenly fingers. He let out several long breaths and almost fell asleep. He was so comfortable and relaxed that he forgot entirely about the raging hardness he was laying on.

"You're so tense," Krystal giggled, her hands rolling down her man's back. "Especially right in the glutes!"

The man breathed in sharply when he felt his ass being groped. Having his ass grabbed was something that anyone other than Krystal, would get a fist to the face. Krystal knew this and she exploited this fact. Her hands worked his hind just as greedily as his own hands did her breasts or her own ass. He let out a nervous grin and then a small yip when Krystal smacked him hard on his right cheek.

"Up please. On your hands and knees," Krystal ordered.

Ears flicking nervously, Fox quietly obeyed, "Alright, but what is it you're gonna- oh!"

Krystal's hand grabbed Fox's manhood and began pulling down on him with a twisting stroke. The man's long, thick shaft still slick with the juices of his wife's depths. Fox's muzzle curled back into a grin and within moments he began pumping into Krystal's affectionate hand on the way up.

"God damn you're fucking huge! How does this even fit in me?" Krystal asked aloud and let her hand run all the way down from the hilt to tease the head and slide back up. "Does Foxy-Woxy like when I do this?" Fox nodded but could not voice his approval. His tongue stuck out over his teeth as he panted heavily. Krystal smiled and ran her free hand through the bright orange fur on his back. "That's nice, though I don't know why I'm doing this considering how my back is now wet with your essence."

Fox's ears perked up and a ripple of fear ran down his spine. He looked around back into the growling vixen's eyes before she grabbed him by his white hair and shoved his face forward.

"Eyes forward, Fox. You're going to like this about as much as you're gonna hate it," Krystal snarled, her hand tightening around Fox's shaft and quickening by the stroke. "Think of it as a soft punishment for pretending to throw me down the stairs, and teasing me earlier when I needed this fat cock, and of course, the worst sin of all, wasting that valuable essence of yours!"

"Hey!" Fox gasped as he humped into Krystal's hand, "It's not like I got it in your hair!"

Krystal frowned and clenched Fox's shaft hard to get his utmost attention, "I told you before, Fox. By wasting your life brining essence, you mock the spirits! If you're gonna do it, at least put it where it belongs. Inside of me!"

"But what about all those blow- oh god, don't stop!" Fox moaned as he felt himself drawing closer to another release.

"If I swallow it, it makes me more fertile, and the spirits aren't offended" Krystal chided, her hand now furiously pumping Fox's swelling shaft. "Now be a good boy, and cum for me!"

Fox's head fell and hung between his arms giving him an upside down of his loins. Seeing Krystal's soft blue hand around him, heatedly jacking him off, was his breaking point. He wondered for a split second how Krystal would keep from spilling his essence and "angering" the "spirits," but when he felt his loins rise into him and his seed start to course through him, he stopped giving a damn. He was veritably ramming himself into Krystal's hand. Just as he was about to explode all over the sheets, his body cringed.

"GAH! K-Krystal!?" Fox gapped when his orgasm stopped midway and nothing came out of his dry firing shaft. His arms trembled and he fell into the same pillow he was driving Krystal into.

"Aw… poor baby didn't get to release again?" Krystal purred, her hand playing with her slowly shrinking and softening plaything. "Oh darn! Guess we'll just have to try again!" said Krystal as her hand glowed blue and Fox's shaft instantly re-hardened.

"Oh god! K-Krystal please! I-I-I don't think- …ohhh," moaned the vulpine into the pillow.

Krystal smirked wickedly as her hand resumed its loving, and yet spiteful, stroking. Having the vulpine under such a tight leash was enthralling! She marveled at how little resistance he gave and so easily submitted to her will. Her hand squeezed firmly as it pulled all the way down and Fox let out another moan.

'I could do whatever I want with him,' Krystal though maliciously, wondering just how far she could take this.

Not missing a beat, Krystal shifted around until she was behind Fox exactly how she would take him if their sexes were reversed. Fox didn't even seem to notice her until her body was against his back and her free arm around his neck. His breath was cut off and he felt himself being pulled back until he was standing on his knees.

"Such a good boy," Krystal growled and licked Fox's neck, her tongue finding a sweet and salty taste. "You like when I play rough with him, don't you?" Krystal asked, her hand stroking furiously once more and her lips and teeth marking Fox's neck. Fox moaned deeply and started bucking his hips. "Do you want it? Do you want your release?" asked Krystal, finding it harder and harder to concentrate what with her own growing need and Fox's tail brushing up against her exposed, whitewashed cleft every so often.

"K-Krystal…" Fox panted but before he could get out another word, Krystal's hand tightened around his throat.

"Hush my love," Krystal whispered into his pinned back ear. Without warning, Krystal sank her teeth into Fox's neck. Fox let out a little mewl but remained utterly docile. "Don't say a word. Just give me all you got."

The red fox was gasping for breath. The longer Krystal's game lasted, the hotter and more restless he became. The want gave way to need and Fox felt the greatest need this life to bury himself into Krystal's already love filled folds. Were it not for Krystal's teeth in his neck, Fox would have grabbed Krystal by the arms, thrown her down, and fucked her within an inch of her life. It was practically torture being unable to take her when he so badly needed her.

"You're going to like this about as much as you're gonna hate it," his wife's words echoed in his down pressed ears just before he felt the pressure mounting.

"Krystal… please!" gasped Fox, begging for her to let him loose his load this time out of fear the pressure might kill him.

Krystal's teeth sank in hard enough to start puncturing skin, and her hand all but cut off the air from his throat. She didn't say anything, yet Fox knew her answer. The poor tod thrashed his hips forward. His manhood pulsed and raged as it tried to unleash the heavy load of his essence out onto the sheets. Not a single drop escaped the vice-like grip of Krystal's thumb and finger. As Fox growled and whined like an animal, Krystal licked his neck as if to reassure him that it was going to be alright. When Fox's second failed orgasm finished almost a whole minute later, the vulpine collapsed onto the bed, unable to move and hardly breathing.

The blue vixen sighed and laid beside her husband. It pained her to feel his mind so pent up and frustrated. Her Cerinian culture was screaming at her for being such a terrible mate, as the needs of the man far outweighed the needs of the woman. Yet Fox had long since broken her of such oppressive customs and beliefs and lovingly encouraged her to try new things.

Krystal licked Fox on his cute, black nose and whispered, "I'm sorry, Fox. I didn't think that-"

In the time it took the vixen to take a full breath of air, she turned from the dominant to the submissive. Her tongue was wrestled to the back of her throat, her breasts were squeezed to near painful levels, and the entire weight of the large fox was upon her gentle frame. On her belly rested Fox's furious manhood and it felt like it was about ready to cleave through her. A small jolt of fear grabbed her heart. Was Fox angry with her? It was hard to tell with the storm of emotions already rocking around his mind. Yet before her fear could grow, she felt the love his tongue was sharing with her, silently telling her everything was alright. Even his hands eased up on her breasts and gently caressed them like a lover should.

Fox pulled away and kissed her perfect little, black nose, "You have nothing to be sorry for, love of my life," whispered Fox, his hot breath rolling across the vixen's now blushing face. "You were right after all, I did like it just a bit more than I hated it."

The two foxes shared a small laugh as their hands and bodies instinctively began to rub against each other. For only a little while, any problem that could have arisen seemed utterly insignificant. The loving couple explored and played with their partner's body, their adoring eyes never once breaking contact. Lost in a sea of green and turquoise, the couple played with one another for what could have been hours for all they knew.

"You're such a good man," whispered Krystal finally, her hand stroking his muzzle so lovingly.

Fox smirked and pressed his nose against hers, "I have my moments. Though I pale in comparison to my Cerinian mate."

Krystal giggled, "No, really! Fox, if you were a man on Cerinia, every woman would want you for how kind and gentle you are. Not to mention how handsome, strong, brave, loyal, and courageous you are… and a good eight-and-a-half other reasons," she said, her eyes darting downwards for a split second.

"A planet full of blue foxes wanting me? Sounds like hell to me if you're not there," Fox said making the vixen roll her eyes. "Not like you have it any better to be honest, Miss Lylat two years in a row."

Again Krystal rolled her eyes and she scoffed, "On a fan site, with no real competition aside from who had the hottest mugshot."

"You'd have still smoked those floozies were it a real competition," said Fox, his lips returning to Krystal's neck to suckle and kiss.

For a moment, Krystal appreciated in the feeling of her mate's hot breath, soft kisses, and wet tongue against her neck. She could already tell by tonight's "little romp" that she will have to wear a scarf or a turtle neck for next couple of days to hide the bright red hickeys. Regardless, if this weren't such a conservative planet, she would proudly bear the love marks her mate made on her in their passionate lovemaking. Hell, were it not offensive to her own culture, she would parade through the streets with Fox's essence dripping from every orifice and covering her face with her head held high if she wasn't sure she would die of embarrassment! A punishment on Cerinia to adulterous mates but bizarrely an arousing dark-fantasy to the vixen, even if it was offensive to the spirits.

"Fox… before we couple… there's something I must speak to you about," Krystal murmured, fighting the urges Fox put into her with every grope, every caress, and every kiss.

The vulpine immediately ceased his actions and pulled back to look Krystal in the eyes. Her eyes spoke volumes and he knew it was a sensitive subject as well as being very important to her.

"Of course, Krystal," Fox said understandingly and let himself off of Krystal's body though she started to shiver as she was currently relying on Fox's strong body and thick fur for warmth. "What do you want to talk about?"

Krystal let out a low sigh and rolled over onto her side so that they were facing one another, "Fox, man of my dreams, my loving mate for life, and now the father of my child… I want to speak to you about the little life growing inside of me."

The red fox blinked but nodded all the same, "Yeah, I was wondering when you would want to talk about that."

"Fox…" Krystal began but cleared her voice of emotion before she continued, "husband, answer to my prayers, my loving provider, are you willing to find it within your good graces to allow me to bare your child and raise him under your proud name?"

Fox's muzzle dropped, "Krystal!? What are you talking- …is this a Cerinian thing?" Fox asked with a small growl and scowl on his face.

Krystal bowed her head, "Yes, husband. I beg of you to look past your distaste for my peoples' customs and indulge me as it is expected of all Cerinian women to ask their mate for permission to bare his child."

Fox sighed and even though he hated Krystal's oppressive and often misogynist customs, he knew that this was important to her.

"Krystal," Fox spoke softly, his hand reaching behind her head as he searched for the right words. "You are my better half, the love of my life. I look upon you as not my property or an object or a device to satisfy my own needs. I look upon you as an equal, a partner. All of life's challenges are remedial so long as you're by my side. I love you with all my heart and thank all that is holy that you return my love. You're my wife, Krystal, and if this pleases you, I… grant you my full permission to bare any and all of my children from this day forward."

Before Fox was even halfway done with his little speech, Krystal's eyes were flooding with tears. Getting Fox to humor her was one thing, but he took it to the next level with his words even if it made him cringe for giving her permission for something as important as carrying his child.

"Thank you. Thank you so much, Fox," Krystal sobbed, sniffing and wiping her eyes with her palms.

"Anything for you, Krystal," said Fox with a smirk, wiping a tear away that Krystal missed. "Just uh… just how many kits were you hoping for exactly? Like, give me a good ballpark number you're shooting for."

Krystal sniffed and gave Fox a meek smile, "A dozen?"

Fox's eyes popped open wide, just as Krystal expected. She could only guess at what his reaction would be if she told him the true number of kits she wanted. Nevertheless, Fox slowly nodded, gave her his most charming, and yet goofy, smile he could, and kissed her on the forehead.

"Well… I suppose that seeing as how you have so much love in you to give, that it only makes sense you should have so many children to share it with," Fox said, his voice a little shaky from the thought of a dozen kits running around, all of them possibly telepathic like their mother.

Krystal sensed his fear and whispered in his mind, 'You needn't worry, Fox. I'll keep you safe from the little hellions and their big, bad, scary powers!'

The loving couple coupled together a laugh and embraced each other. When the joke had lost its hold, the two foxes returned to their serious discussion.

"So uh… did you have any ideas for a name?" Fox asked, drawing his noticeably shivering wife in closer to his body.

"Well," Krystal began as she nuzzled up into his neck, loving the intoxicating heat that radiated from his muscular body, "seeing as how he's our firstborn-"

"He!?"

"Yes, he," Krystal continued. "A mother- well… a Cerinian mother always knows. Oh! I just love saying that! I'm a mother! A mother, Fox!" Fox gave an approving growl and kissed her behind the ear. "Sorry… but anyways, since he is our firstborn, he deserves a special name. As is tradition!"

"You and your traditions," Fox said shaking his head. "At least this one isn't so bad- ow!" yelped the vulpine when Krystal pinched him on his left nipple.

"I was thinking something like Tungsten Dellomarcus Non'Debrad James McCloud," said Krystal, her tail wagging as the name rolled off her tongue and all but flew over Fox's head.

"Okay… wait… what? First of all, how many names does he get? Second of all, Tungsten? Why are we naming our child after a metal? And lastly, you've been thinking about baby names for a while, haven't you?" growled the vulpine as he grinned naughtily and moved his hands to Krystal's sides and tickled her.

"I might have been," giggled the vixen, pulling Fox's hand away so she could fully answer him. "For starters, Cerinian firstborn children are named after strong or beautiful things. Tungsten is strong and masculine. Crystal is also strong but very beautiful, we can't give our baby boy a girl's name, can we?"

"No but, his name itself is practically a paragraph!" Fox argued. "Can't we name him something shorter so he doesn't hate us when he has to sign something?"

"You don't like the name?" Krystal asked, her hands gripping Fox's fur out of fear for his answer.

"I think it's a very… exotic name, though it's too much! We could always save some of it for the other eleven you wanted," Fox suggested which made the vixen's tail wag.

"You know? You may be right… How about this? Tungsten James McCloud!" Krystal suggested, allowing Fox to hear his father's name for the first time.

The red fox's body tensed and his breath caught in his throat, "J-James?" Fox pulled away from Krystal just enough to look into Krystal's amused eyes. "James? My father?"

Krystal smiled and rubbed her nose against his, "I thought you'd like that. Your father deserves to have his name continued, both family and birth name. Though… now that I think of it… James was very strong," thought the vixen aloud. "If the name is too long, than how about this? Dellomarcus James McCloud?"

Patiently she waited for his answer until she was given it with a tight hug that nearly squeezed the life out of her.

"I love you so much," Fox whispered.

"I love you too, Fox. Now please let me go, your love hurts!" said Krystal and gasped for breath when Fox realized he was slowly crushing Krystal's internal organs.

"S-Sorry," murmured the tod, his ears drooping with embarrassment.

Krystal laughed it off, "It's quite alright darling… but if you're really that upset about it," she said as her hand rubbed Fox's chest, "I'm sure we can think of," her hand moved down to his abs, "something to make it all better," her hands found the tip of Fox's soft member. "Oh! Imagine that. I believe I found it."

Fox's teeth shined bright with his dorky grin. He had long since grown soft with the lack of contact, but already he started to feel the blood rush to fill the impressive organ. Krystal cast him a smile back but quickly dove down to Fox's waist. She held the soft and flaccid part in her hand, happily playing with it and fascinatedly watched as it grew longer, harder, and thicker. Before it even reached half mast, the vixen took the entirety of Fox's manhood in her mouth and toyed with it in her mouth. Yet when Fox reached the height of his prowess, Krystal was pushed back away.

She looked up at Fox and giggled, "I love when you're soft. You're so much fun to play with. Though when you're hard is certainly my favorite."

Fox could only grin goofily and watch as Krystal grabbed him at the hilt and started dragging his phallus across her gorgeous face. Seeing his manhood touch every inch of her beauty made the vulpine's blood course faster and faster through his body. When she was done nuzzling it, Krystal held out her tongue and tapped the tip of him against it.

That set the tod off. He leapt up to his knees and grabbed Krystal by the back of her head before pushing himself into her mouth. Krystal's eyes opened wide but she moaned into his cock and sucked him hard while lapping under his sensitive underside. Fox drew himself away but Krystal wasn't done with him. She followed his cock hungrily, her mouth open and drooling for it. The vulpine grinned and let her have only a taste before pulling himself out of her reach. Krystal protested with a whine and tried to bring him back into her warm, wet mouth.

"Aw, Fox! Let me have it! It's cold and needs me to keep him warm," she cooed then flicked out her tongue, just barely grazing the pre leaking tip.

The blue fox got her wish and Fox eased off his grip a little, allowing the hungry vixen to slurp up the mess dribbling down his manhood and choke down half of it until it hit the back of her throat. Krystal moaned and lightly gagged as it rammed into her uvula. The noises she made and the wet noises it made as it was rammed down her throat earned her another shot of pre from the excited male. She looked up into Fox's eyes, her turquoise gems sending up bolts of lust, desire, and salacious intensions. The vulpine shivered and felt Krystal sink even deeper down on his manhood, until her black nose touched his lower abdomen and her tongue flicked out to teasingly taste his loins.

"God damn, Krystal!" Fox groaned, his whole shaft nestled in his mate's warm mouth and throat.

Krystal held him in her maw's clutches until her lungs were about to burst. When she withdrew from him, she kissed his tip ever so softly.

"Fox? Are you ready to couple our minds together for the Eternal Bliss?" the vixen asked, Fox's meat resting on her face like a pedestal to a trophy.

The red fox's heart slowly calmed even though his manhood still lay on that beautiful face. Krystal drew away from the aching appendage and sat down on her knees. Fox mimicked her and when she held out her hands, he took them and locked their fingers together.

Already he started to feel the presence of his wife's mind within his own. It was a warm, loving, and comfortable feeling, like being draped in a blanket on a chilly winter's day. As time wore on however, the feeling began to feel more and more intense, the blanket changing to a form fitting suit, and then into a second coat of fur! Krystal was everywhere at once, encompassing him, penetrating him. Yet at the same time, he was just as much a part of her as she was of him! Fox shivered at the feeling but cherished it all the same.

He opened his eyes to see Krystal silently muttering a prayer with her eyes closed. As much as he wanted to kiss those fast moving lips, Fox held his own reigns and let the vixen deeper into his mind.

'Is… is it working?' Fox asked with his thoughts.

'It is. We're almost done,' Krystal responded within his head and sent him a wave of warmth and love. It wasn't just any warmth and love however. This was her warmth and love, what her heart felt at the mere thought of her darling husband. To replicate it would be to replicate the creation of the universe. This was her, this was Krystal, sharing with him her absolute love.

'Whoa… that was intense,' thought Fox though an idea came to mind and he relayed his own love back to Krystal. Her grip on his paws tightened.

'Gods and Goddesses this feels amazing! But please, Fox. We're almost there and I need you to clear your thoughts,' said Krystal, opening her eyes and staring into Fox's soul through the green looking glass.

Fox nodded and let himself melt into her eyes, silently and thoughtlessly staring into the gems that had vexed him from the very instant he saw them full of relief and gratitude when he pulled her up from the precarious fall. He had fallen head over heels with lust and intrigue when he gazed up at her suspended body in the crystal, but one look into those eyes and he fell in love.

Without even realizing it, the threshold was crossed and the two separate minds became one. The feeling was almost indescribable. Krystal was still her own person but he could feel everything about her, how she thought, what she felt. He could feel it all! From the short breaths she took to the feel of his own hands on her body. It'd had been years since they had last done this, but it was almost as if they never stopped.

"This… this is amazing!" Fox whispered aloud, his hands squeezing Krystal's lovingly.

Krystal moaned and opened her eyes. The light behind them returned once more, only this time they were shining brightly rather than merely glow. Fox felt a reverence of awe looking into her eyes even stronger than the first time he bore witness to the cerulean gems. For as long as they were together, even after time aged and ravaged their bodies until they were little more than wrinkled skin, bone, and fur, her eyes would forever be unchanged and he would see the phenomenal splendor before him again.

"I could get used to this," Krystal admitted, feeling that the red tod was feeling the same way.

Fox let go of her paw and scratched her behind her ears directly on the itchy spot. He almost stopped upon feeling both her enjoyment from the scratch but also the feeling of it as if were on his own head.

"It'd be a little weird at first, but give it enough time it'll feel more normal than being singular," Fox admitted.

Krystal giggled, "It is a shame I can only hold this for so long. I very much like being tied to you."

"And I you, Krystal," Fox whispered back and drew into a kiss.

He felt her lips against his and his against hers simultaneously. For a long while, the exchanged pleasure of the kiss was enough to mesmerize them and hold at only that. Yet when Fox accidently rubbed his hand against Krystal's arm, he remembered that there was more to lovemaking than simple kissing on the lips.

His hands traced the curves he had explored and memorized, this time feeling what it was like to have his strong hand glide across "his" soft, womanly body. Blood resurged to his shaft, filling it until the veins swelled and it jumped with every beat of his heart. Krystal gasped at feeling of having such a massive hunk of flesh between "her" legs. She wanted to explore and play with it as it felt new and foreign to her. Picking up on her feelings and desires, Fox indulged the both of them and played with himself.

Krystal's head moved as if it were dancing on her shoulders the longer Fox played with himself. It felt so warm in his hand, so strong, and so thick. She never realized just how pleasuring it was to just hold it in hand, give it a soft but firm squeeze, and pull up and down on it. Of course, she had always sensed Fox's love of it, but never had she personally experienced it. She watched, fascinated as Fox so expertly worked himself at a level she herself, even with her telepathy, could not match. To each person his or her own knew just exactly how to pleasure themselves efficiently as possible, though that didn't stop her from taking notes.

His hand kept working himself, taking short breaks to explore and play with it like a curious first timer. Before long, Krystal was veritably agonizing between her legs for any sort of attention! While Fox continued to tease himself at her behest, the vixen decided to join in on the little game. She could already feel his own curiosity as to what it felt like to have a depth than a protrusion, and she was sure to make it as engaging as possible.

The vixen's petite hand slowly crept down her smooth belly, her fingers running through her silky, downy white fur as she reached her smooth labia. Her index and middle fingers spilt and ran down the opposite side of her lips before meeting in the middle and then pulling the pink and puffy lips apart. Seeing her so open and exposed caused a spurt of pre to jump from Fox's excited member and land on her thigh. The vixen looked at the glob of wetness on her thigh and then cast Fox the most salacious smile he had ever seen causing yet two more to let loose from the blood engorged phallus.

Collecting all three as best she could, Krystal rubbed the newly improvised lubricant and rubbed it into her spread cleft. It was still warm to the touch and felt electrified against her yearning lips and her hyper-enflamed mound. At the same time, Fox tightened his grip on himself and quickened his pace as he watched wide-eyed, drooling and panting all the while.

'More,' she heard him think and was more than happy to oblige him.

Her fingers moved like dancers across her flower; rubbing, teasing, and sliding across every inch of her moist blossom. As much as she wanted to slowly play this out like she always did when she was alone, horny, and nowhere close enough to Fox to spear herself onto his quickly hardened shaft, she felt herself enamored by Fox's fast growing lust to hurry along. Feeling his hand start to beat-off even faster and faster, Krystal matched his zeal by retreating one hand to her electrified sweet spot and then shoving two fingers into her slick depths. She laughed aloud when she felt the still warm and sticky load from earlier still nestled inside her, futility seeking to impregnate her.

"Play with your balls," Krystal ordered aloud, Fox having become so absorbed by the feeling of both male and female self-stimulation.

Fox immediately obeyed and rolled around the brimming orbs with his free hand, all but sending Krystal over the edge. Both Fox and Krystal could feel just how full and overflowing they had become, and both knew and wanted just as bad to relieve them where the life bringing essence belonged.

The tod felt what was coming next, but was powerless to stop it. Krystal grabbed him by the ear with a honey slickened hand and pulled him onto her. Their bodies collided and meshed together. It was like an unending euphoric high feeling it all.

'Fuck me raw, Fox. And don't you dare stop! FUCK ME!' Krystal's thoughts commanded just as before, though now her words were far more filled with need and lust than before. Her desire became his, her desire to be bred was his, as was his desire to breed her became the vixen's.

Krystal's legs spread open wide around Fox, allowing the passion-drunk man to pick himself up and mount her once more. He looked down at his beautiful wife, her eyes still burning bright with love and need, her hair pooled out all around her in a tangled mess, her breasts heaving with every sharp gasp of breath she took, and her pink flower quaking with need for its partner.

Normally the cruel tease, Fox felt himself literally unable to prolong his wife's fucking to have her writhe around in agonizing suspense. Fox grabbed her legs and spread them even wider until Krystal was all but doing the splits. Her flower was on full display and caught another jettison of pre. The result was like a grenade going off inside of her, and both the foxes were caught in the blast. A cascade barreled over them, locking them in a blissful vertigo. Fox fell onto his hands, his body unable to handle the feeling of a woman's gushing orgasm in his body as if he weren't a man.

"Oh my god," the man mouthed, unable to speak for his wife's shared orgasm shocked the air out of his lungs.

Krystal herself fared no better than the male, as she felt him experiencing his first solo vaginal orgasm. It brought back so many memories of that night those long two years ago. She was unable to move and had to lie in wait for her man to recover and do what was asked and, as of now, required of him.

Fox was gasping for breath as he worked his way back to his wife's awaiting flower. Its need becoming his and c to him like a siren's song. He found her legs still open wide in anticipation for him, his manhood, and a refresher of his seed. Without folly and without hesitation, Fox lined his swollen head up with the inviting entrance to her depths, and pushed in. He was met with a bit of resistance as the small vixen's flower always struggled at first to take his ungodly size.

Fox's lungs compressed and air flew out of his muzzle in the form of a stressed moan. He felt everything! He felt his head being lovingly swallowed by Krystal's welcoming depths! He felt the feeling of his head spreading Krystal's love canal open wide! He felt the frictionless slide into the deepest recesses of her womanhood! And he felt her walls constrict around him with enough force and lust as if to bite him!

Krystal gurgled in her throat at the feeling of taking a woman with a powerful manhood. She felt the overwhelming, primal urge in the back of Fox's head to force her down hard and claim her with his massive cock! The voice that he ignored was all but conversing with her, whispering in her erected ears.

"F-Fox!" she whimpered, unable to voice or even think to him what it was that she wanted. Being a part of her, however, Fox picked up on her silent request. Her need became his and he lovingly obeyed.

With every ounce of strength and force he could muster, Fox drew out of Krystal until only the bare tip remained inside of her, before plunging into her. Both the foxes let out a cry of ecstasy. The moment was short lived however, as Fox began plowing into her, desperate to fulfil his love's, and now vicariously, his own needs to breed her like an animal!

Even though Fox was on top of her, holding her down by the neck, gazing down into her sparkling, loving eyes, the red fox held no dominance over her singularly. They shared in everything. The domination, the submission, the hard giving, and the amorous receiving. One moment, Krystal could be on her back, taking Fox for all his worth like the obedient bitch she wanted to be, the next, she could be behind the reigns of the magnificent man's body thrusting into her for all his worth as the dominating male!

Fox's hand moved to her chest and fondled the supple breast, never breaking stride as he relished in the feeling of having such a responsive piece of flesh in hand and on "his" chest. His loving contact did not last long however, as the moment started to draw rapidly upon the two fornicating foxes. His hand removed themselves from Krystal's neck and breast to the sheets beside her. Both still longing for his touch on Krystal's breasts, the vixen took it upon herself to play with the sensitive mounds of flesh that the male had such an unexplainable draw to and would suckle on all day like a newborn babe if allowed.

His hands full of sheet for draw and leverage, Fox pumped into Krystal like a machine. His thrusts were deep, hard, and struck her sweet spot with the force of a class five hurricane! The woman's folds responded in kind, by constricting on the phallus, making it difficult to move in the slightest, let alone keep driving into her with the same speed and strength.

Both Fox and Krystal gasped with every thrust; moaned with every step closer to orgasm. Their eyes were locked into each other as if it were pre-ordained by a force more powerful than them. Despite the lack of boundaries or walls between them, the man's green and the woman's cerulean eyes had always been the nexus of their love and feelings for one another and it only felt right to look each other in the eye as their simultaneously release came upon them.

In a single instant, Fox and Krystal's perception or reality broke. Fox's swinging loins raised into his body as a flood of burning essence coursed through him and his engorged manhood. As his seed rushed through to fill Krystal until she burst, the vixen's own orgasm ignited. Her walls locked down on the proud cock and held it in all the way to the hilt. Tremor like waves ran up and down her now gushing pussy, the rest of her body caught in the crossfire and brought along for the ride.

Fox felt the first spurt of his plentiful seed leave his raging cock before feeling the next series of shots shoot into the woman's tumultuous depths! Never had Fox felt this feeling of being so full, and never had Krystal felt the feeling of being so lovingly held as Fox's shaft did by her love canal. Every muscle in their bodies was flexed. The unearthly conjoined orgasm holding them like they were playthings.

The vixen lost count of how many times he shot into her, and the vulpine lost count of how many times her womanhood convulsed around his shaft! Sweat poured down both their bodies and by the time the seemingly unending bliss started to ebb, neither had the strength to move. The orgasm ceased to wane as the minutes scraped along. Fox and Krystal had become locked in an orgasmic feedback loop, where every burst of pleasure resounded over and over! The two foxes let out silent screams as they reached the pinnacle of pleasure a mind and body could reach, and went even further than that thanks to their bodies and minds having been coupled.

What felt like hours, though were only seconds, crawled by until finally the coupling was lost.

Fox collapsed onto Krystal, his head rested between his wife's breasts, his ear listening to the heavy gasps and the rapid beating of her heart. Despite the separation of their minds, Fox had never felt closer to Krystal than he did as he lay on top of her, still buried deep within her while the unsupportable amount of his seed was gushed out of her with every tremoring aftershock orgasm until a pond of it larger than a dinner plate had pooled out of her and started to stain the sheets beneath their hot, sweaty bodies.

Not wanting to crush the love of his life with his own weight, Fox pushed himself off of her and flopped onto his back. His arms barely managed to get the job done as they trembled like a baby cow's legs when taking its first steps. Yet when he came off the vixen, the woman latched onto him and wound up on top of him.

A small moan escaped the vulpine as he realized that he was still firmly buried in his wife's folds. Her grip on him had hardly waned even as he grew soft allowing more of the over-packed essence to leak from her flooded depths and run into his fur. The man sighed, not for the puddle of himself matting up his fur, but because of how good it felt to have Krystal resting on him. The softest blankets and the softest sheets could not even hope to compare to her sexy body still locked to and on his body.

A small sigh escaped the woman's muzzle, ruffling the white chest fur of her mate. Her back tingled from the touch of Fox's strong hands. Her pleasures had finally started to subside, allowing Fox's choking member to be freed from within her. Another aftershock of pleasure rocked her incredibly sore and now almost painfully sensitive womanhood as another glob of Fox gushed out of her. A shiver ran down her spine, the fur on her back standing on end as if electrified.

"Ohhh," she groaned, feeling Fox move under her, churning the thick cream within her. Another orgasm flooded her senses.

"Holy shit!" grunted Fox as Krystal's body seized upon his, clutching onto him for dear life. When her body released and the orgasm passed, her claws pulled out of the man's arms and her legs released his waist. "You okay, dear?"

Krystal hummed in her throat and nuzzled into her man's sweaty chest. Oh how she loved it. Their scents as intertwined as their bodies, the smell of musk and nectar wafting up to her nose to relish in the deeds they had committed tonight, and the feel of her man's muscles moving under her was the greatest massage since the treatment his loins just gave her depths.

"I… am… simply… amazing," she said between deep breaths while rubbing Fox's nipples teasingly like he would hers. "I feel… so full. You filled me up so much, Foxy-Woxy."

Again rolling his eyes, Fox said, "I love you," and pulled Krystal tighter against himself before kissing her on the forehead.

"And I love you, my well-hung husband," she murmured back, getting just the warm sense of satisfaction from her mate that she wanted. He let out a low approving growl before she continued, "I'm so sore right now, I don't think I'll be able to walk for the next few days… you wanna do it again, you stallion?"

"Again!?" Fox exclaimed. "Krystal, no offense, but I don't think you can take another go. I'd split my poor little vixen in two!"

Krystal growled and licked her chops, "Oh really?" she asked trying to push herself up with shaky arms. "I can take every last inch you got until that thing that hangs between your legs is the only thing that can get me off- yip!"

Despite her boasts, Krystal didn't have the strength to even stand up on all fours and present herself again. She collapsed back onto Fox's chest getting a small "oof" from the vulpine. They both shared a laugh while Krystal nestled up into his warm neck with her muzzle, ready for some much needed rest.

"I'm so happy right now," Krystal thought aloud, tickling the tod's neck.

"Same," the man sighed, resting his muzzle on Krystal's head. "I could stay like this forever."

"Well, why can't we?" asked the vixen, almost sounding serious.

"Because I got work tomorrow. The new greenhorns are some of the lousiest group of pilots I've ever seen!" said Fox with a small, bemused smile on his muzzle.

"If you think you're going to work tomorrow, you mustn't have much blood back up in your thinking head yet," growled Krystal, nipping Fox on the neck. "I'm going to need someone to take care of me now that I've effectively lost all feeling below the waist."

Fox laughed aloud to himself, "Yes, dear. I'll just call them early in the morning and tell them to fuck right off. I got a gorgeous, future mother of my dozen kits to coddle and spoil rotten."

Krystal smiled and purred. "That sounds so lovely! I can hardly wait for it," she whispered, her eyes starting to droop as the exhaustion, both mental and physical, took their toll.

The red fox began to stroke Krystal on the nape of her neck just the way she liked, and soon she was all but ready to pass out.

"Then go to sleep, Krystal. I'll be here in the morning," Fox whispered back, as the two loving foxes gently fell to sleep in their mate's, warm, loving arms.