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Game Over

By MaveriKat & Nanya

Beta Read By Innortal

Chapter 9: Do the Barrel Roll

Looking at himself in the bathroom mirror as he stood in his boxers, the canid individual couldn't believe what he was seeing "Son of a bitch..." Fox murmured as he looked over his chest. As the bandages fell away, he could see that there was already a light fuzz of fur that was grown in to cover the burn. Shorter than the rest of his pelt, but the nasty burn he was certain was to leave scarring had... well, healed quite nicely. And probably still healing, the vulpine thought as he brought his hand up and idly scratched where he'd been shot. Truth be told, the skin still felt a little tight and was sensitive to the tough... but more in an odd tingly sort of way rather that immense pain that brought on incredible discomfort when prodded. "Definitely need to talk to my bro about getting some Maxim Tomatoes."

"What was that?" The Latina vulpine asked from the shower stall as lowered her face as she moved closer towards the showerhead. She brought her hands up and pressed the palms against the wall, propping herself up directly underneath the running faucet, putting as much of herself beneath the water as it pounded down in steaming droplets. Her soaked navy blue tresses started cascading at either side of her face as the stream of hot water collided with her furry body, working wonderfully to release the tension of the past day. "You talking to me, McCloud?" she asked curiously.

Blinking his eyes, the cape fox looked up from his chest and to the mirror. In the reflection he could see Carmelita's image was obscured by both the opaque nature of the glass door and the steam that fogged it. However, he could still make out the overall shape and colors... and the pose she was in made him unable to speak, his breath caught in his throat. Good lord, despite all the adult movies and magazines–that he never saw and would deny seeing to the day died–not to mention all the talk and grandstanding he had heard from Mario and others, he realized that NONE of it had prepared him for trying to hook up with a woman again. It had been a long five years since Krystal and he was beginning to realize perhaps he was out of his element with the beauty using his shower.

When no answer was forthcoming, the woman slowly turned her head to gaze at the shower door. Cracking open one eye as the water came down on her head, she could make out that McCloud was on the other side... and from the immense expanse of dark golden fur, she realized he had her back to the shower. "Fox?" She called out again. "Are you talking to yourself?"

The slightly worried tone snapped him out of the small daze he'd fallen into. Shaking his head to clear it, the vulpine called back, "Yeah! Sorry... was in my own little world for a moment there," he admitted with a nervous chuckle. "I'm just rather impressed how well that Stimpak has helped." While it wasn't the whole truth, he wasn't exactly lying either. He just had no idea how to broach the subject that he was nervous as hell. He'd been getting to know her all night... hell, he had even been intimate with her to a degree already... but the thought of going all the way was filling him with anxiety. He could remember all too well grooming himself and seeing an expanse of cerulean in the mirror rather than crimson behind that frosted glass door. It filled him with a sense of déjà vu and Fox could only hope that history didn't repeat itself.

A small smile tugged at the corners of the woman's lips. "Well, don't take too long in your own world... I'd like you to join mine at some point, hermoso," she quipped. The Latina beauty was proud of herself for making that sound more confident that she actually felt. In truth, she was more than a tad nervous. It was one thing to try and earn cash by enticing men with her beauty... but this? She had thought just finding work was going to be a lot of effort, she never even considered trying to form a relationship after Sly. It had been more than a decade and yet here she was, naked in someone else's shower while said owner of it was using the sink.

A small grin graced the male fox's muzzle for a moment. "With no intention of quoting a Disney film, all I can say is trust me... I want to be part of your world." And yes, he meant a part. Now that he was finding a way to make a life for himself again, he realized his problem was he had revolved the entirety of his existence around Krystal. The woman had been his life, his everything... and in losing her, he was lost completely. But with Miss Fox? He had a chance to rebuild himself properly, to make a life with her. So even if–Lord Miyamoto forbid–something happened and they broke up, he wouldn't fall into yet another half decade-long drunken stupor.

Despite how cheesy that sounded, the woman couldn't help but bark out a laugh. "Cute," she managed to reply. "However, I think you're going to find you, 'ain't never had a friend like me'!" She stuck her tongue out at him, despite the fact he wouldn't be able to see it through the opaque texturing of the shower's glass doors. That time, the vixen felt her response was much more natural in its playfulness... as was the smile.

Rolling his eyes, the Papetoonian couldn't help but let off a chuckle. "Well if that's how it's going to be..." he brought his hand up and gave his chest and idly scratch to test out its state one more time. Taking a deep breath of relief as, while there was a slight sting, it was more than bearable, the vulpine bent over. Bringing his hands to his sides and pulling down his boxers, the anthro fox stepped out of his undergarments. Now or never, he thought as he turned about, gently taking hold of the handle and sliding the glass door open.

The red fox managed to keep from letting out a little squeak of surprise as the glass barrier was suddenly opened, the two able to gaze upon one another. She felt her cheeks go flush with both embarrassment and arousal. She hadn't gotten a chance to look at much outside of his torso but with his pants off completely? The prosthetics were a bit of a surprise, but the trouser snake he had was intimidating. She had gotten a feel for it in the VIP room but to actually see it outside of his pants? I guess without legs, all that blood had to go somewhere, she thought rather cheekily. Schooling her features into a sultry smile, the vixen calmly inquired in a heated voice, "And what do you plan on doing from here, Captain McCloud?"

The man clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth for a moment. Damn, she was amazing. "Well, since I'm joining you in the shower, we're going to clean you up nicely..." Fox said as he stepped into the tub-length stall with her, positioning himself behind the woman. He idly gazed over her luscious backside as his left hand reached over to a small alcove in the wall and took a bottle off the shelf within. Looking over the bottle of shampoo m he popped the top and squeezed the contents in his right palm. Putting it back onto the shelf, he rubbed the gel between his hands, building up a sudsy lather with it. Leaning closer to the woman in front of him, the vulpine had to stand up on his toes so he could reach Carmelita on the neck. Gently kissing it, he then brought his hands up and began to rub the soapy foam into her shoulders. "Hmm... you feel quite tense, Miss Fox... is everything all right?"

For a moment, Carmelita simply leaned in to the sensation of Fox's hands. He seemed intent on actually washing her back, the lather sending his careful fingers working over tense muscles. The vulpine beauty hadn't felt anything quite like it in some time and coming from Fox? It was a completely new experience altogether. She could almost feel his emotion pouring into just that simple touch, the sensation of soap working across her fur, the way that he stretched up to make sure that he spread it carefully across her shoulders before sweeping down to the center of her back.

It was enough to threaten a moan from her throat and enough to make her feel pleasantly surprised all in one. When she'd taken the job at the club, the Latina red fox certainly hadn't been looking for something like this; in fact, she was fairly certain that she was going to avoid this particular instance exactly. Even when she'd been with Fox in one of the VIP rooms in the back of the Game Over, she'd been in complete control. And oh, how there had been something so wonderful empowering and assuring about the fact that she was in charge, that she could control the pace of things and what happened. Now though, Carmelita was giving herself over to Fox, to his touch and his desires...

And it was surprisingly wonderful.

Maybe that spurned from the simple fact that it was clear that, more than anything, the vulpine laboriously working behind her wanted to take care of her. He cared about how she felt, and she could tell just from his touch.

The navy blue-haired vixen realized, after a moment, that she'd taken far too long to answer his question from before; Carmelita had to delve into her mind just to remember exactly what he'd asked her. Finally, she smiled, letting her head lean back so that her hair cascaded back over her shoulders. "You're taking care of that."

And he was... sort of. But in the same sense, it was his closeness that was making her feel tense to begin with–this wasn't just a job anymore. It wasn't something that the gorgeous Latina could write off in the morning as a great way to make some money and someone worth having as a repeat customer.

This was real.

This was commitment.

And even though it scared her like nothing else, Carmelita couldn't imagine stepping out of the shower now, stepping away from Fox and his careful control. It had been over a damn decade since she'd been with anyone... and she knew that if it had been anyone else behind her, she would have run out of the house screaming her head off. But with fingers carefully kneading her muscles, working soap and lather to the very root of her fur, the vulpine woman knew that she wasn't going to try to escape.

Why would she want to? Those were fingers that were deft, delicate, nimble... skillful digits that belonged to hands that felt like–at least to her–they knew what they were doing. A small churr rose up in her throat as his hands caressed further down along her spine, having worked their way from the top of her neck to the base of the fluffy vixen tail. "Oooooh..." the vulpine beauty cooed out in delight, rearing her head back and allowing water to cascade over her face for a moment, just reveling in the cleansing, refreshing sensation it bought. "Someone knows what they're doing..." she murmured appreciatively.

McCloud was so enamored with what he was allowed to do that it took him a moment to realize that he had answered her nonverbally. Idiot, he chided himself. She's not going to see you from behind, the Papetoonian reminded himself. It took a moment but the man to find his voice but he finally managed to answer her with a question of his own. "You think so?" At seeing the woman nod her own head and causing her lovely, wavy soaked tresses of navy blue to shimmy with the motion, he added, "Maybe I did five years ago. Not going to lie to you; it's been a long while since I had a chance to take a shower with a woman." He blushed a bit before adding, "Especially with someone as beautiful as you."

The less said about how his personal hygiene went to the wayside for the first two years after Krystal left his life, the better.

Considering that for a moment, Carmelita whispered, "Well for someone who hasn't helped a lady for so long, your body sure remembers what to it needs to do," she said in a teasing fashion, trying to give him a boost of confidence. Even if she couldn't see him, she could already envision the blush on his face... as dirty thoughts brought a flush to her own. Biting her lower lip for a moment, the vulpine woman then did her best to talk in a heated, lustful tone, "You know... if you want, you can bring your hands a little lower," she offered as she thrust her posterior back, intent on moving her rear into his hands.

Instead, she went wide eyed as she felt something VERY heavy and fleshy caught along the space between her butt-cheeks; a blunt end prodding right at the base of her tail.

They both tensed, and the awkwardness was a palpable thing within the confines of the shower. For a second, neither moved... though that did nothing to remove the thickness from between the vulpine's cheeks. In fact, it gave her another moment to ascertain the fact that it wasn't just a little prod.

No, there was certainly was more than just a little girth... and...

"GAH! I'm so s-sorry! So suh-sorry!" Fox actually stammered the words out and Carmelita felt a sudden chill as he stepped away from her. "I didn't mean for that to happen. I just—" He paused suddenly, taking a breath. "And you're just... so..." another pause as he trailed off. The female vulpine felt her blush giving way in lieu of a small smile at how sweetly embarrassed her companion was. "I just wanted—" Another quick pause and he groaned in frustration as he couldn't just spit it out. "Damn it."

Carmelita stood with her back facing him for another moment; just long enough to catch her breath, to stop herself from blushing when she turned. Suddenly, the prospect of seeing him meant more than it had a moment ago. He'd given her stark proof to the fact that he was more than just a little ready and willing for her. That knowledge only threw her mind into high gear for the fact that this meant something, and she knew that was silly. A lot of people took sex to mean nothing.

But deep down she knew this was different. And her cheeks were still painted crimson, bright enough to press through her fur... but Fox was stammering behind her, and the vulpine woman was missing the soft press of his body against hers, so she turned.

Miss Fox had a moment to register the cute embarrassed expression on his face, sending red shooting through his own fur, making his eyes too bright. However, that wasn't the only reason that his eyes were bright–his pupils were dilated, his breath coming ever-so-slightly quicker, and Carmelita was forced to let her gaze lower.

Forced and pleased to realize that, as she had initially thought that, without legs, Fox certainly had another area for the blood to rush to. Only now his length stood erect, and just as girthy as it had felt between her cheeks. Something low in her body tightened at the sight of it, and she quickly jerked her eyes back up to meet his own. A small smile gracing her muzzle, the woman sweetly told him, "You're a very lucky man, Mr. McCloud."

Continuing to blush through the white portion of his facial fur, the cape fox nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah... here I am... alone with the most beautiful woman God put on this green earth of his..." he looked up to her, managing to meet her chocolate orbs with his emerald gaze. That small grin that appeared on Carmelita's face was mirrored on his own. "Oh yes, Miss Fox... I am very lucky... for the first time in years I feel happy..." he brought his right hand up, tentatively pausing in mid-air for a moment, as if expecting her to lean away from or push his hand back. When nothing happened, he finished the moment, placing his palm to her left cheek and gently rubbing affectionately. "I can't tell you how blessed I feel to be here with you right now."

He knew Mario would have given him such shit for being so sappy and romantic with an exotic dancer... but deep in his heart, the male vulpine realized that this was an opportunity–nay a blessing–to start over again and do it right. So what if she worked with another company? Who cared that she was a stripper? The fact was she accepted him and that was something he needed more than anything. Acceptance.

It was what she needed too. Bringing her left hand up, the Latina vixen placed it over his. She smiled and nuzzled his palm, returning the affectionate gesture. "You are too sweet, you know that Fox?" She queried rhetorically. She closed her eyes and just continued to nuzzle his palm as the showerhead beaded her backside with a torrent of warm droplets of water. This was something she had wanted for so long. Someone who wanted her not just for what she could offer them or simply for, to be blunt, SEX. She had desired someone who could appreciate Carmelita for who she WAS, warts and all, and still look past it. Something she thought she would get out of Cooper before the rascally raccoon showed his true colors and then some. Opening her eyes, the smile on her face widened. "You really are too sweet..."

She then gently gripped his hand with her own and, while reluctant to do so, pulled it away from her face. "And sweet boys get treated just as sweetly. Come closer..." she said as she brought her right hand up and made a crooking motion with her index finger, beckoning him to step closer. When he did, the red fox brought the hand down, gently trailing her fingers over where he'd gotten shot. "Asombroso..." she murmured with awe. "I see that Stimpaks agree with you. You could barely tell anything happened."

Although he kept the smile on his face, the vulpine had to wince as the woman affectionately caressed the spot. Her fingers felt like the ultimate mix of pleasure and pain as they worked that area. It literally gave him a new sense of understanding and appreciation for the phrase, 'hurts so good'. "Muh-maybe..." he managed to reply. "But I think it's more thanks to the lovely lady to helped nurse me back to health." His lifted his head, making sure to meet her gaze as he grinned mischievously. "Even if her bedside manner is less than stellar."

Raising an eyebrow, the vixen queried, "Que?" She straightened up, looking at him curiously before asking, a teasing challenge to her voice, "You didn't like my bedside manner at all? Is this because I jabbed you with an itty-bitty needle?" Seeing him pout ever-so-cutely and nod his head, the vulpine beauty had to laugh. "Well then, perhaps I need to prove that I do know how to handle a prick." With that said, she reached over with her right hand to the small alcove. Grabbing the bottle of body wash, the woman squeezed some of the contents into her left hand before returning said bottle to its shelf. She made a show of rubbing her hands together, her right hand coming to his left shoulder, caressing soothingly across it and the side of his neck, eliciting a happy murring sound from the Papetoonian...

...Right before her left hand came down and grasped around the thick girth of Fox's mammoth meat.

His eyes snapping wide-open, the canid male let out a gasp of surprise at the sudden, very intimate touch. "Oh my God..." he gasped out in shock and awe. The vulpine was suddenly glad that he was standing atop of a pair of prosthetics. He could feel the stumps at his knees tremble and quiver like jelly. There was no doubt in the back of his mind: he would've dropped like a sack full of bricks if he were on his own legs.

Still, he felt a need to reach out to her; his left hand coming up to grip onto her right shoulder. He was seeing stars–and not the kind that made up the galaxy. He couldn't believe that she had such an incredible effect on him but then, after a bit of thought, he came to understand why. She was still stroking him. "So... good to me," he murmured as he craned his head forward, his left cheek against her right tit. He closed his eye, enjoying the sound of her heartbeat. A small smile crossed his muzzle as he nuzzled the vixen's mammary, the beat within quite strong. "Are you nervous?" He mumbled softly.

The vixen's ears twitched atop her head, standing above the soaked and curly tresses of her navy blue hair. She smiled as he nuzzled, her right hand coming up behind him. Her fingers settled on his head, gently scratching her scalp. "Shhh..." she cooed, shushing the male vulpine. "No talking now," she told him. The man's nimble fingers had felt so heavenly on her shoulders. She couldn't help but want to show him that she had her own little bit of handiwork. She turned her head, licking a his left ear as he continued to nuzzle against her breast. "Just relax and enjoy the ride, my sweet."

Her fingers continued to work at his length, and Carmelita could do nothing shy of marveling at the actual girth of it. As skilled fingers played along the shaft, the Latina vixen let out a low hum of pleasure; it was only in part to do with the careful ministration of Fox's mouth against the peak of her breast. The other part of her humming in pleasure was due to the simple fact that she was getting to touch him... and he was truly a pleasure to touch.

Admittedly, there was something that nagged at the back of her mind, a fact that made sense once she took a moment to think about it. Fox was about the same size as a human male–a rather large male–but comparable to a human nonetheless.

However, the difference was that on his small, compact frame of his? The girth seemed near monstrous, and Carmelita could do nothing other than to marvel at the fact that it was so enticing in combination with his slender hips. It made him seem truly impressive, and yet manageable all at once... and the vulpine beauty wanted nothing more than to worship that hardened shaft in show of her appreciation.

The woman let her thumb shift upward, playing against his slit opening of his member's head–the cluster of nerves there were more sensitive than the rest of his length. As Carmelita did so, she couldn't help but feel as her body arch in response when he let out an aching moan of pleasure. The sounds that poured from his chest echoed from his lips and played against her breast. He truly gave as good as he got and the vixen found herself wondering if she was going to be able to hold out long enough, with Fox's mouth still working a hot line against her tit.

Oh yes, she loved how he practically worshipped her breast. His tongue ran a rope of liquid heat, seeping through her soft fur and tingling against her flesh, making her body ache. The line was scorching, running to her pelvis, to the hot pool of warmth and moisture that was working itself between her legs, and the red fox could do nothing more than to whimper and rock her body in tandem with the stroking of her hands.

It didn't help that Fox was murmuring against her, soft declarations of emotion: of appreciation, of her beauty, of how she made him feel alive. The Latina Vixen's skin blushed scarlet beneath her fur, and the heat did nothing to help the sensation pooling in her core.

Soft words flowed past the male canid's lips. "I feel like I can do anything right now." A murmur, a litany to her and what she was doing, and Carmelita's fingers gave a tight squeeze against his length, thumb tracing the bottom of his shaft to play up along it again. He licked her, and she played against the tip of his cock again in response, her body shifting and hips working slowly as though they were making love in that moment... because, even though her skin burned and she felt such sweet embarrassment from the endless stream of praise that poured from his lips, she also felt her body's response to it.

Her need heighten in reaction to his words.

She hadn't felt so appreciated in a long while, and Fox's words were a confidence booster that the foxy woman hadn't realized she needed until the words were coming from his throat. It slipped through the Hispanic beauty, filling her with a brazen boldness that she wasn't aware she still possessed, and it was that boldness that formed words, pouring from her chest in a churr that made her flush all the deeper for how wanton she sounded.

"You're so big, baby... and you feel so good in my hand," she murmured the words out huskily. As she felt him, the woman smiled as he released a low sound in response. The lustful tone of her voice alone was like sex, and she knew it... and Fox's response, his continued whisper of praise made her feel confident enough to use that tone, to feel like she could own it. Her fingers wrapped around him greedily in tandem with her own voice giving out salacious responses to his praise. She gave a tighter squeeze and then upped her pace, pumping so that she could feel his skin stretch and work beneath her pace.

The vulpine was seeing sparks flash across his vision as the woman continued to pump his member, skin going taut beneath the crown as that skillful grip pulled down on him before rising up and pulling his flesh in the other direction, creating the tension at the root of his shaft right at the pelvis. He couldn't help himself. Even as he nuzzled his face up against the woman's mammary, his jaw was dropping... the pilot panting in a rather canid fashion. He could feel a pressure building within the base of his stomach, an ache in his scrotum that was buzzing. Carmelita's touch was incredible to him and he knew he was going to lose it soon. "Oh God, Carm..." he murmured softly, his rolling tongue gently grazing across her raised areola and lick along that hardened nub of her nipple. The appendage slipping back into his maw for a moment, he told her, "You keep this up and I'm gonna—murrph?"

The kiss silenced him quite well, the vixen having craned her head forward so that her lips could meet his as his head was forced back. She couldn't help herself. His words were sweet and loving and most of all appreciative. The Latina beauty didn't want him to feel like he owed her though. Oh no. This was for both of them. She allowed her tongue to feel about inside of his maw, dueling with his own for a moment before withdrawing; her hand continuing to pump the cape fox's impressive member all the while. Finally, she broke the lip-lock, smiling rather cheekily at him in that way only their species was capable of: a mixture of mischievous and possessive rolled into a ball of lust. "Usted no ha visto nada todavía, Aviador," she said cheekily in her native tongue, making sure to add a heated tone to it. Seeing his eyes roll into the back of his head and a whimper rise from his throat, she took such pride in herself.

Inhaling deeply through his nose for a moment, the Papetoonian then had to exhale through his mouth; it was more of a gasp really as his tongue lolled out. His emerald gaze came back properly, meeting the vixen's. Those eyes had a beautiful gleam to them, sparkling with both mischievousness and adoration. His words caught in his throat for a minute, taken back but such powerful, positive sensations that were geared towards him. Still, a smile managed to return to McCloud's face as he admitted, "I have no idea what you just told me... but do it again!" He practically begged, giving a buck of his hips up into her hand for emphasis.

The female red fox barked out a laugh and kissed him again, her hand working harder and faster now. Oh, she was past words now. Feeling confidence and assurance surge through her, the vulpine beauty knew what she wanted more than anything now. She wanted if not needed this relationship… and now more than anything, she wanted her man to cum, to stake her claim. Breaking the kiss again, she then whispered hotly into his ear, her voice pure, molten sex. "Cum para mí, hermoso... cum para su mujer!" She demanded before biting his ear in a possessive, fermal manner, her hand now jerking him wildly.

That did it. The male fox anthro's eyes practically bulged out of his skull for a moment before he clenched them shut. He grit his teeth for a moment, trying to hold it back... but he couldn't! The tension, the pleasure, the pure electricity that jolted through every raw nerve was too much for him to handle. Rearing his head back, the Papetoonian released an absolutely animalistic howl as he came and hard. His member throbbed in the woman's grasp, releasing a sudden blast of his semen that shot up all the way past the woman's left arm, the main dollop coming to splatter on her shoulder!

Carmelita's eyes went wide at the sight, but she didn't stop. She just watched as Fox orgasmed again and again, amazed at how effectively she milked him. With each spasm of his member in her grasp that she felt pulse through him, another blast of his jizz would rise up. Splattering her left tit twice before the fourth took her in the abdomen and the rest... good Lord! He was soaking her hand! The woman could barely believe how much of a backlog he had to give as he released more and more of it!

Although, in the back of her mind, the vixen couldn't help but feel that perhaps it was just her skill that coaxed it out him. She seemed to be Fox's Spanish Fly–no pun intended.

His heart thundering in his chest, the male vulpine was shivering as everything felt like it was on fire. A heat within him that made even his very pelt feel suffocating on him. Slowly, as his orgasm began to ebb, he relaxed as that hand continued to glide over his member now; his cum acting as a terrific lubricant for her. Opening his eyelids slowly, the man looked up at the slightly taller woman. He matched the smirk on her face with one of his own. Despite how intimate this was, the Papetoonian couldn't help but be a little bit of a wiseass. "And how much is that gonna cost me?" He gave her a wink, to show he meant nothing hurtful or demeaning by that. Far from it, actually...

Her fingers wrapped a bit harder around his length than necessary, causing the male vulpine to let out a low sound that wasn't altogether pleasure. Excitement trilled at the edges of it, chasing scorching pulses of desire across Carmelita's skin. Still, the touch wasn't meant to pleasure him, but instead to be a light punishment–the smartass remarks needed proper attention. Then again, she knew that he meant it in an affectionate way, and it was that knowledge that caused her words to purr out. "You're lucky I love you, my Aviador... otherwise I would SO kick your ass for that one." She leaned in, letting her body roll slowly against his own, lascivious and teasing. "Besides... I'm off the clock now... unless you want to pay me?" She leaned in, her nimble fingers stroking his prick once again, letting her words have a double entendre. "Hmm?"

The words didn't elicit the reaction that Carmelita expected, because Fox leaned in against her, his voice a low murr of desire and flustered emotions all at once, his body nearly swaying at the weakness of his knees atop his prosthetics. "Oh, I want to pay you all right..." and he let his body to follow along with what his weakness seemed to prompt. The vixen with navy blue tresses let out a low sound of surprise, embarrassment, and desire as he dropped between her legs. He took a moment to tilt his eyes upward, his gaze connecting with her own–there was something so intimate about being settled between her legs and Fox could already smell her desire like a sharp, sweet scent. It was an aroma that was musky, sweet, and enticing all at once. It drew him forward like the promise of the forbidden fruit and he could do nothing other than to let his body come toward her.

Fingers found her hips, working along her curves as though he meant to memorize the touch of her, so that he could paint a picture of her from memory. He groaned in appreciation, hands dancing lightly around her hips to touch and squeeze at her plump ass cheeks. Finally, the male vulpine leaned his head forward, drawn in by her sweet scent, until his snout touched against her heated center and Fox let out a low groan of pure adoration.

Above him, Carmelita was burning–it was embarrassment again and the startling sensation of shock. She hadn't had anyone between her legs for far too long, especially not like this. The soft adoration of his fingers on her ass, the way that his nose slowly worked back and forth against her sex, drawing low sounds of need and whimpers of pleasure from her chest until she was nearly trembling above him. If his knees had been too weak to hold him earlier, it was now only his arms currently embraced around her hips that gave her the strength to stand so strong. Years–it had been years–since the last time she had someone's tongue paying tribute to her sex. It had taken her three blowjobs just to begin to coax Sly into acquiescing to her request and even then, it had been like pulling teeth!

The raccoon had been in and out, and Carmelita had actually faked orgasm because she could feel how much he didn't want to be there. With Fox, it was different. He worked slowly against her hips, against her ass, his nose still playing at her core, dropping lower to press a kiss to her inner thigh, until she was a liquid mass of need and desire beneath his touch. Still, the Hispanic vixen managed to murmur her words out. "Quite the cunning linguist I see..." she said in a teasing, husky tone, making it obvious to her lover how much she appreciated this.

Fox grinned against her skin and she could feel it. Anxious, she spread her legs a little wider, granting him the access that he needed to carry on with the act that he was doing without her even having to ask.

"You have no idea," McCloud murmured, the cape fox hypnotized by the sudden spread of her legs, the sudden access that he had to her sex. He seemed more than willing to take advantage of the opportunity, because his tongue came forward, licking against her sweet lips in the most tender of kisses that she'd only experienced on her mouth before. As though that one taste was the breaking of a dam, the hold Fox's hands had on her hips tightened, and he spilled his face forward to bury himself between her legs.

There was suddenly heat and Carmelita could do nothing but to whimper and cry out in reaction to it as his tongue parted her tight lips, spilling between them to stroke along the channel of those silky walls. He traced a line upward, the tip of his tongue taut as it circled around her clitoris for a moment before he leaned forward, drawing it between greedy lips and giving it a sharp suck that caused the woman to nearly lose herself. It was only his hands that kept her upright and Fox seemed more than just a little happy to keep a tight hold of her, digits digging into the plumpness of her ass in a way that only made Carmelita whimper aloud all the more.

After a moment of suckling, paying the same attention to her clit as he had her nipple earlier, he pulled back just enough to flatten his tongue, so that he could slip a broad stroke from the top of her slitted pussy to the heated hole that was her entrance. Fox groaned beneath her, the taste of her an ambrosia that he hadn't realized he'd been craving - it led him forward, and let him push his tongue deep into her center, licking at her inner walls, causing her to tremble and pulse above him as he tasted her depths. He thrust the muscle in and out for a moment, mimicking what his prick desperately wanted to do, and then pulled back, flattening his tongue again and repeating the process, trailing back up to her throbbing, swollen clit to give it the attention it deserved.

The Hispanic woman inhaled deeply, her breasts heaving as she felt the tremble that fluttered along her labial folds as the vulpine between her legs pressed his lengthy, canid tongue along her most private of areas. She couldn't help but breathe deeply, trying to control herself. She wanted nothing more than to cry out in passion, in pleasure to McCloud's fervent attention... but Carmelita knew she couldn't! No, not just yet... the vixen with navy blue tresses realized that as soon as she allowed herself to be lost to the sensations, it would be all over. The Latina beauty was coming to understand just how much her need had built up... and that toys weren't a complete substitute for the real thing!

Fox's lapping came to a stop as the woman pressed her hips down onto his face and closed her legs a bit; trapping his muzzle between her thighs. He got the message somewhat, that she wanted him to slow down. However, the Papetoonian had other ideas. Smiling deviously between her legs as she held him, the man opened his maw a bit, making sure to extend it as far as his jaw muscles would allow before he went into a rhythmic pattern of opening and closing his mouth slightly back and forth, allowing his teeth to graze against such sensitive, softly furred flesh, giving her teasing love nips.

Chocolate eyes going wide for a moment, the vulpine woman let out a surprised cry of, "YIP!" She blushed more as she realized he got such a rise out of her, needing to spread her legs slightly so he couldn't get her with those sharp canines of his. "Perro cuerno traviesa," she chided in a hot, lustful tone. She closed her eyes, cooing as his hands were caressing her posterior once more as his arms were snaked around her thighs in an embrace. "Can't get enough of me, can you?" She queried of him in a heated, lustful tone before she rocked her hips against, making the cleft of her sex rub against the man's nose.

Shivering as he got a nice heated douse of her liquid ambrosia across his nostrils, the male vulpine inhaled deeply, feeling a rush of lust fill him as her scent hung in his nasal passage. "Oh, you have no idea beautiful..." he smacked his lips for a moment, his smile wide. "But I believe I can give your lovely pussy an idea." And with that he pushed his head back up into the woman's sex, his lips catching her nether ones in a kiss once more, this time more obscene as his tongue delved deep and circling about, feeling both the soft interior of her depths as he tried to get more of her love fluids to delve onto his greedy tongue.

"YIP!" Carmelita couldn't help but cry out again; her face going flush from embarrassment. She couldn't believe that he was managing to get her to chirp out like that. It was so naughty, so animal! So sexually taboo. "Travieso, travieso Aviador..." she chided softly. However, the husky sound of her voice let him know just how well the man between her legs was doing. She closed her eyes, a churr rolling up her throat as his nimble fingers kneaded her generous posterior while he pressed his palms down, as if trying to force her to him while he pressed his face up into her pussy. Oh yes, she thought happily. Definitely a naughty pilot...

And he was. After all, the heights he was bringing her to meant it was going to be that much more amazing when she finally came back down. But to get to those heights, the vixen knew she had to hang on, something her lover was making increasingly difficult for her to do.

However, as if sensing that his lady was trying to hold off on him, the male vulpine went for the gusto. He wanted her to enjoy this yes, but he couldn't help but feel his own need burning. Her fluids that went down his throat had sparked a great desire within him. He needed her so terrible now that even if the Hispanic vixen couldn't see it form her position, the cape fox was hard and ready once more, needing action. So pulling his face from her sweet, puffy and moist labial folds once more, the Papetoonian vulpine knew what he had to do. It was time for a dual assault.

McCloud attacked without warning, his tongue suddenly swirling wildly around her clit, doing a sexual 'barrel roll' while his left hand dug between her legs from behind, his index and middle fingers putting unexpected pressure on her rosebud, hoping to raise her own internal fires by catching her off guard with such a naughty tease. She seemed so innocent and he knew something so sexual was likely to get her passion burning.

Carmelita let out a gasp of surprise, feeling an overwhelming assault of tingles begin to course throughout her body. With every muscle in her upper thighs beginning to tighten and quiver with anticipation and she knew she was losing the battle. She was going to cum and it was going to be big. "Keep... keep going..." the vixen gasped, barely got the words out, feeling incredibly light-headed. So much so that her vision was becoming blurry. "D-don't stop... I... I'm almost!" She bit her lower lip as his pressed his lips to her clit and suckled fiercely. Eyes snapping wide open suddenly, the woman screamed at the top of her lungs, "THERE!"

The Papetoonian was caught off-guard as he felt a sudden rush of fluid along his chin and mentally cursed at not being in the position he intended when it happened. She was trying to tighten her legs, close them up and keep him in place. However, Fox had no intention of giving up the chance to prolong her pleasure! He tried to slip both hands between the vixen's thighs from behind, trying to pry them apart. It was enough give to get his mouth in there' his nose pressed up against her clit. His tongue snaked out, licking along her thighs, getting a taste of the love fluids that had matted the pelt of her inner-thighs; a hot and heady mixture of sour, salty and tangy... with a surprisingly citrus aftertaste. "Oooooh..." he cooed between his lover's legs as he did his best to lap at the puffy labial folds of the vixen's sex, both in an effort to increase her passion and her output.

Poor Carmelita was screaming now... however, it was silent as the words were caught in her throat, her chest aching from the release. Curling her toes against the linoleum of the shower and her fingers against his scalp, it was all the woman could do to keep from blacking out. It was like a volcanic eruption... but down there, filling her loins with pulsating sensation that alit every nerve in her spine. Her head was spinning and body trembling in an uncontrollable shake as her orgasm raked the red fox's body. The Latina beauty certain had orgasms before this, but this one was a total body experience! It was as it everything that made Miss Fox herself had suddenly disappeared except for the hot, tingly sensation that made her feel like she was being pulled from all sides by reality herself... the water cascading over her from behind only serving as the perfect accent to it all.

And when that reality-shaking experience evaporated? She felt like a limp noodle. The vixen almost fell over the kneeling cape fox, needing to drape herself across his back for support. It was only his quick movement of pulling his head back out and pushing his face into her abdomen that she ended up bent over his shoulder, her soaked navy blue tresses obscuring her head as they cascaded over the man's back. The vulpine beauty couldn't bring herself to say anything then, just fighting for desperately needed oxygen.

Feeling the hot and heated breathing against his backside, the male vulpine held onto her hips tightly, his left hand idly patting her butt as she was draped over that shoulder. "Carm?" he whispered softly. When he got no immediate response beside breathing, the vulpine was careful to lean to his left. Pressing her body against the wall of the shower stall, he slowly allowed her to come down to the floor and straighten out. With the lovely vixen on her back, McCloud straightened himself out beside her on the woman's right. He draped his right arm over her abdomen and hissed her shoulder as the water rained down from the shower head upon them, particularly their legs. "You okay, beautiful?"

Finally, he got some words out of her. "Oh Dios mío... oh Dios mío... oh Dios mío..." she panted out over and over again, her chest rising and falling with each deep inhalation, making a very nice sight for the male fox to enjoy. It took a bit more, but she was finally coming to her senses. The vulpine beauty was having trouble focus on anything for a moment, but it was getting there. She smacked her lips a few times, before letting out a content churr as she felt deft fingers gently scratching at her belly in an affectionate manner. "I... I didn't..." she gasped for bit more air. "I didn't realize it could be that good!"

Fox kissed her shoulder, causing the woman to turn her face towards him. Raising his head, the Papetoonian gave his lover a cocky grin. "Am I a cunning linguist or what?"

A soft chuckle came from the vixen. "Smartass."

The male vulpine considered that for a moment. "Maybe," he admitted after a moment. "But we know you have the best booty," he told her with a wink before he climbed atop of the woman. His abdomen pressing against her breasts; the man had his palms planted on the shower floor at either side of her shoulders as he straddled her... just so he could kiss her passionately.

Closing her eyes, the vixen returned the kiss. She didn't care much for a certain flavor that came with it that time, but she didn't mind. Carmelita understood what he was trying to tell her. He accepted her. He loved her. And he wanted more of her.

And she was more than willing to give him just that.

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Author's Note: I do admit, this is a shorter chapter than usual. However, the reason for that is I primarily wanted to make this a chapter about intimate physical love... or in layman's terms: SEX! As such, I didn't want to include too much for those who aren't interested or are too young for such and so decided to make a chapter that could be skipped if needed.

Still, with the Mature Tag warnings, it's likely you read this chapter anyway, my cheeky reader. Hope it was a good one.