A Boy and His Fux Ch. 3
"Are you sure about this?" I asked, scratching my head. It was a very odd request from my wife, and given what had occurred not only a few months ago, I figured this would be the last thing she'd want to try.
She nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining like golden stars. "Can I tell you a secret?"
"Well, we're married now, so I imagine the answer to that question will always be 'yes'."
She giggled before nuzzling up against me. "When I was a fox, other than wanting to be human, I always wanted to be someone's pet. I just like the idea of it is all. I mean...you get provided for, people give you affection, you can just laze around all day. It sounds like a wonderful life to me."
I sighed, considering her request for another moment. "All right. I'll send Annie to Kat's for the weekend so we can have the place to ourselves. Do you mind making the arrangements?"
"Sure. I'm super excited."
"Then I am, too."
The next day after Annie and Kat departed from Ionia, I began the long walk home. Today was going to be strange I knew, but even still, there was a part of me that was actually a little excited.
"Ahri, I'm home," I called out, closing the door behind me. Turning back, I was shocked to find her stark naked save a pink leather collar studded with gemstones.
"Welcome back, Master," she purred playfully, swaying her hips as she approached. "I've missed you so much."
"Those...don't look like rhinestones," I commented.
"That's because they're not," she giggled. "Only the best for my Master." Turning away from me, she swayed her tails playfully before curling up on the couch. "Does Master want to watch some TV?"
This was already becoming bizarre, but as promised, I played along. Smiling, I nodded, sitting beside her on the couch and flipping on the television. As a movie started, she slid closer to me, resting her head in my lap. Already, the leather seat on the couch behind her was glistening. I couldn't believe this was really turning her on that much.
I tried to be as nonchalant as a man possibly could with a divinely beautiful fox woman in his lap. My hand lowered to her head, gently stroking her between her ears with affection. She seemed to really enjoy it the way she began purring and nuzzling back against me.
"I love it when you pet me, Master," she sighed happily, closing her eyes. I didn't reply, simply running my finger along the soft fur that covered her triangular ears. She purred even louder than before as they twitched happily.
This wasn't so bad, I decided. I kind of liked playing a weird variety of our domestic life. About half way through the movie, she looked up at me, giving me a playful pout. "What's wrong?" I asked, worried momentarily that something was going wrong with the twins. Instead, she just lifted her swollen belly slightly from me to press her tits against my arm in a way that was driving me wild.
"Master...I'm hungry," she whined. "Can you get me something to eat?"
"Sure," I grinned. "What would you like? I could make you Fried Tofu again." She shook her head. "Something a bit more fulfilling then?" This time she nodded.
I went to stand up, but she kept me seated. Her hand trailed from my chest where she'd pushed me back, down to rest on my crotch that she began to stroke affectionately. "I thought that Master could give me something more...creamy," she whispered in a husky voice. "Please Master?"
Already, the implications of what she was requesting were infecting my mind. I swallowed and nodded. "Okay, my pet. But you'd better be good. I don't want you to waste a single drop. Okay?"
"Yes Master," she giggled, unzipping my pants quickly and reaching in to retrieve her treat. Slipping from her seat on the couch, she knelt between my legs, looking up to me with those beautiful, beautiful eyes. With a slow huff, a pink mist flew from her lips into my face, and I knew that she'd managed to charm me again. Damn it. I was going to be horny all night now.
Leaning closer, she gave warm breaths over my cock as her fingers lightly trailed along its shaft. She began to rub her cheek against it, purring like crazy. Every now and then she'd switch to the other cheek, but I was now not in the mood for any teasing. "Don't play with your food," I lectured, trying to keep a stern face.
"Sorry Master," she whimpered, "I just wanted to mark it with my scent. I didn't want any other foxes to come in and think this was their cream."
"You know I'd never let another fox take your food."
"Yes, Master," she grinned before slowly running her tongue along the underside of my shaft, swirling it around the head of my cock. My head leaned back as I gave a soft moan. Gods, she was still teasing me! After one particularly lascivious lick, she frowned up at me. "Master, the cream won't cum out," she whined. "I'm being a good girl. Why won't you feed me?"
Grasping her hair, I pulled her back down towards me. Already knowing what I wanted, she opened her mouth and began to noisily slurp on my member. "You know you've got to do a trick first," I groaned. "You're...ngh...such a silly little fox."
She moaned her agreement, making sure to make a show of the impromptu fellatio. As she slid further down, her tails would caress my legs as she purred, using the vibrations to drive me even crazier.
"Does my pet want a belly rub?" I asked, causing her to look up at me before nodding happily, still unwilling to open her mouth, lest she lose her chance at getting her cream. One of the hands that had been stroking her hair affectionately, gave her sensitive ears one last stroke before reaching down to massage and knead her breasts.
Gone were her exaggerated moans, now replaced by pleasured pants as she allowed her tongue to press up against the bottom of my cock. Her half-closed eyes looked up at me, showing just how eager and horny this was making her.
"Mmm, you're such a good girl," I praised, guiding her up and down with the hand that was still on her head. "You don't bite or anything, do you?"
This time she shook her head 'no', allowing me to set the pace of her bobbing. Well, if she was 'so hungry', I'd make sure to get her food as quick as I could. I began to roughly grasp her hair, thrusting my hips rough and fast against her soft lips. She took it obediently, not even gagging as I continued to ram my cock into her throat over and over again.
"Yes, just like that," I sighed, leaning back into the couch. This was something I could definitely get used to. Ahri had always been...skilled...but this was a whole new level of it. I wished I could make it go on forever, but I knew that she'd start getting impatient soon, so I pulled my cock all the way until it was just out side her lips. "Open wide like a good fox," I instructed.
"Ahhh," she moaned, sticking out her tongue, waiting patiently for what she desired. I closed my eyes, letting out a moan of my own as I came. One after the other, I squirted jets of the thick white 'cream' into her waiting mouth, one missing its mark to arc across her face and some even in her hair.
Just as I'd instructed her, she closed her mouth around the tip, sucking just a bit more to ensure she had every drop before swallowing it all down with a soft purr. Pulling back, she gave my overly sensitive tip another lick. Placing my hand under her chin, I tilted it so she was looking up at me. "Oh, my sweet girl...you made such a mess. Look at all of this cream you spilled. You even have some in your beautiful fur."
She looked at me puzzled as I began to wipe it from her hair before catching on. "I'm sorry Master. I tried to be careful, but it was just so good. Please don't be mad at me."
"Oh, I could never be mad at you," I replied, placing my now spunk covered finger on her tongue to lick off.
Her cheeks a bright red, she did so, making sure to purr and moan as she lapped at the jizz that had coated her beautiful face. "It's so yummy, Master. Thank you for my treat," she whispered, crawling back beside me, her fingers now between her legs to tease herself.
"You're welcome. You did so well at your trick, I'd give you more if I had any."
"That's okay Master, I can just wait until next time."
I smiled softly at my pet, running my fingers down her spine and causing her to arch against me, pressing her breasts forward with a happy moan. "Does that feel good?"
"Yes Master," she answered, moving against my fingers so that her body was draped over mine. She began to crawl up towards me, leaning into plant a kiss on my lips, but I quickly put up a hand to stop her.
"No," I scolded. "Bad pet. We don't lick people's faces."
She had to stifle a giggle, her eyes glowing brightly. "Please Master? Just this once?"
"No," I stated again, trying to keep a straight face. "Don't make me have to take back what I said about you being a good girl."
"But I am a good girl," she murmured, nuzzling against my cheek. My hands went down her back to grip her ass cheeks in them, their plumpness feeling so soft and amazing under my fingertips. "You know Master, every time you give me my treat, I always feel so hot and feverish after. Do you think I'm getting sick?"
"I don't know," I admitted playfully. "Do I need to check your temperature?"
She nodded emphatically. "Yes," she whimpered. "I hope I don't have to go to the vet."
"Let's see," I muttered, my hand slipping between her legs. Slipping my fingers inside of her, I began to stroke and caress her inner walls. "Hmm...you do feel a little warm."
"Oh Master, I feel so hot, please don't tell me I'm sick."
"Only one way to find out," I replied. "We'll need a better thermometer than just my fingers. Any idea where we can find one?"
She nodded, "I...may have...an idea." placing one leg on either side of my waist, she pressed her back against my chest, slowly lowering herself onto my still hard cock. "Mmm...Master, the thermometer is so big," she moaned.
"I know, little fox, just bear with it a bit. We have to make sure you're not sick," I whispered in her ear. My hands wrapped around her body, one going to play with her clit, the other going to her tits. They were so heavy and swollen in my hand, I began to wonder if they were still sore.
She began to pant happily as she laid back against me, sensually grinding her hips against mine. "It's so tight and hot," she gasped. "Do I have a fever, Master?"
"Mmm, I don't know," I answered. "I may have to stick it deeper."
"Deeper?!" she cried, her body struggling to stay still in my arms as her tongue began to loll out.
"That's right. After all, Master knows best."
She nodded in agreement, her own hand going to ensure that her other breast was not left out in the affections, her other hand reaching behind her to tug at my hair. "O-okay, M-master...I'll try to go deeper...mmm...for you." Her chest was rising and falling as we pinched and tugged her nipples together, her body sinking further onto my cock until she couldn't go any further. "Master, I'm so full!" she cried out, small droplets of milk beginning to drip down her body.
"Just a little longer, my pet," I answered, bucking my hips against her until my tip found exactly what it was searching for. Just as it pressed against her g-spot, her eyes rolled back as her body trembled and she came all over my cock. Sagging back against me, she couldn't stop panting. "Oh...you poor thing," I purred in her ear, slowing my movements in and out of her. "It seems like you do have a fever."
"Oh no," she whimpered, "does this mean I have to go to the vet?"
"No," I purred in her ear. "Your Master will take good care of you. I've got a very special medicine with your name all over it."
Her tails wrapped around me, stroking my lower half lovingly. "Wh-what is it Master?"
I said nothing in reply. Instead, I reached over to the table behind us, grabbing an empty glass. Holding it to the nipple I was playing with, I began to milk her into it. "First, I've got to collect some of your milk. I have to have an analysis after all." At this point, I had no idea where I was going with it, but I could tell by the way she was breathing that she loved being milked.
"O-okay Master...just don't take too much...I know how much my Master loves having his milk."
After filling the glass half-way, I switched to her other breast, moving my hand to lovingly stroke her bloated stomach. Her other hand rested on my own, a soft smile crossing her lips. I knew she was excited at the prospect of our children, and in truth, I was also eager to see them come into the world.
"Your turn," I instructed. She began to milk herself at her Master's command, unaware of the plan that was beginning to formulate in my mind. "Does it feel good, my pet? I imagine those were pretty sore. Your Master may need to milk you more often."
"It feels wonderful, Master. Your touch is always so gentle. I can't help but love it." Turning to look at me, she disobeyed me by placing a light kiss on my cheek. "And you."
In response, I turned my own head back and began to nibble playfully on her ear, causing her to let out tiny pitiful whimpers. "What did I tell you about licking faces?" I asked.
"S-sorry, Master...please don't punish me."
"Only because you're not feeling well," I assured her. Her stream of milk was starting to slow to barely a trickle and now with a mostly full glass, I pulled it away from her. Setting it down momentarily, I patted the spot on the couch next to me.
Pulling herself from my cock, she gave me a pout, and I knew what she wanted. She'd hoped I'd have fucked her until I came, but I had different plans for her at the moment. As she stayed on all fours, wiggling her seductive hips to try to tantalize me further, I just grinned, holding the glass between her legs and rubbing her swollen pussy lips.
She gasped, falling still as her cum dripped from her legs into the cup. "M-master?" She stammered, confused. "Are you checking my temperature again?"
"Yes," I lied. "I need to make sure it hasn't gotten worse, don't I?"
"I...I guess so…" she murmured, content with letting me simply finger her and fool around with her body.
Soon I began to tease her clit, gently pinching and pulling it to make her slutty moans come faster and louder. Sure enough, she began to drip even faster, her body seizing as she tried her best to hold on to the feelings of climax. Her femcum began to practically pour from her now the faster I teased her, and I made sure to collect every drop.
When I at last pulled away, she let out a whimper, upset that I'd teased her so. As she began to stroke herself with her tails, I smirked. While her back was turned, I began to stroke myself until I too came, putting the cum into the pale white concoction. Using my cock, I stirred it slightly.
"Alright my pet, your medicine is ready. You have to be a good girl and sit in your Master's lap for it though, okay?"
"Okay," she purred, straddling me just as she had before. Silently, I placed the completely full cup to her lips, tilting it back so it'd start to pour into her mouth. The moment the taste hit her lips, she seemed confused, moving to push it away, but I grasped her wrists with my other hand.
"No, no," I purred in her ear. "You have to drink it all, understand?"
She squirmed in my grip, trying to resist at first, but as she began to swallow the concoction, the charm she'd put in her milk began to affect her too. She soon fell completely still, obediently gulping down the liquid.
I watched eagerly as her throat moved up and down, taking in our various juices. Her cheeks were flushed as she began to grind on my thigh, leaving her slick cum on my bare leg. Now that she'd stopped all resistance, I tilted it higher up for her, causing to her chug the fluids until the very last drop fell on to her lips.
I pulled the cup away as she swallowed, her body becoming an even more vibrant red as she let out a low moan, unable to help herself and cumming for a third time that night, right onto my leg. "Do you feel better, pet?"
She nodded, turning around and grasping me tightly. Uncaring any more for my instructions, she fiercely pressed her lips against mine, using her tongue to wrestle inside of my mouth as she gasped and moaned.
I indulged her briefly, allowing her to continue grinding herself into a frenzy before I pulled away. "No, bad girl!" I chastised her. "I told you, no. And now look, you've gone and gotten me all wet. Do you know what naughty fox-sluts get when they disobey?"
Still unable or unwilling to stop humping my leg, she shook her head. I squeezed her tit roughly, but not enough to hurt her. She let out a fake cry of pain, pausing her humping only momentarily as she waited for my answer.
"They get punished. Now bend over you naughty girl." She whined, climbing off of me to drape herself over my knees. With a fast swat, I spanked her, causing a surprised cry to escape her lips. "Bad fox!" I lectured, spanking her again and again. My lap was drenched now as a pink handprint began to form on her ass.
"I'm sorry, Master!" she cried. "I promise, I won't do it again."
"You're not sorry, you slut," I shot back, giving her another spank and causing another squirt of her fem cum. "Look at how wet you are just from being punished. I have half a mind to make you clean up this mess."
"I'll clean it, Master! I'll do anything! Please don't spank me again, Master!" she pleaded, though I knew in her own way this was her begging for more.
Giving her one last slap on her ass, a little harder than the previous ones, she let out a yelp before falling still over my lap again. Grasping two of her tails, I stuffed one into my panting fox-slut's asshole, and the other into her pussy.
She moaned in delight, as I helped her to sit up. "Now you keep those in there until I say otherwise," I lectured. "Now clean up this large mess you made."
She obediently leaned down, trying hard not to moan from the way her tails were fucking herself and began to lap up all of the cum she'd left behind on my legs. She cleaned every inch, even electing to go back to sucking my cock, and as much as I would have enjoyed it, I tugged her hair, pulling it from her mouth.
"No. Bad girl!" I repeated. "This is a punishment. You don't get a treat."
"P-please, M-m-master! I n-need it!"
"No," I instructed. "Now you're going to sit there and fuck yourself like a good slut, and don't even think about cumming until your Master gets back and tells you its okay." She nodded, allowing me to get up as I went to the bedroom.
I smirked, able to hear her moans flooding from the living room as she tried desperately to keep herself composed while also not wishing to cease pegging herself with her tails. Grabbing a belt, I came back before looping it through her collar like a leash. "M-may I c-c-cum now M-master?" She begged, her entire body shaking as she tried to resist.
"Not until you get your Master off first," I snarled, pulling on her leash so her lips pressed against my tip once more. The scent of her own cum mixed with my pre drove her insane, and she quickly began to take me as deep as she could again, this time, making sure to bob herself as fast as possible to try to be able to finally cum.
However, the third time she went down, I tugged hard on her leash, causing her to let out a surprised gasp as I held her with my cock rammed down her tight throat. She looked up at me with loving eyes, her body begging for breath before I let her pull back with a cough. "I'm so so sorry, Master, I promise I'll be a good fox-slut from now on," she swore. "Please, let me have my treat?"
Without another word, I simply pulled her back onto my hard member, holding her in place with the leash while I roughly fucked her hot and soft lips. It went both ways, however. She began to force herself down onto my dick, wanting to add more of the hot fluids to her already full belly. She was being so well-behaved, I finally decided to be merciful.
I pulled from her mouth with a plop and came, covering her face with the thick white fluid. She kept her eyes closed as I leaned closer. Her tongue swirled around her lips, lapping up everything she could reach as I whispered in her ear. "Now you may cum." With those four words, she tilted her head back, letting out a moan so loud that I worried that our neighbors would be able to hear us from the quarter mile they lived away.
Her entire body trembled as she soaked her tail completely with cum. Pulling them from both of her holes, used her pussy tail to wipe the spunk from her face before clutching it tightly and wrapping her mouth around it, attempting to slurp all of the fluids from the pale white fur. I stroked her fur affectionately as she moaned hedonistically, losing herself in the taste she craved so greatly.
When at last she pulled her tail from her mouth, her eyes were glazed and loving as she stared up at me. Snuggling once more into place beside me, she rested her head on my shoulder. "Am I good slut, Master?" she asked.
"The best," I replied, my hand scratching her beneath her chin. She smiled, letting out an affectionate and throaty purr as she nuzzled against me more. The two of us sat together, continuing to watch the movie until we took another break. "Would you like some actual food?" I asked, taking a moment to pause our roleplaying.
Catching on she nodded, "All right. Under two conditions."
"Okay."
"Firstly, I want popcorn."
"Got it. Second?"
"I want you to kiss me before we start playing again. Promise me? Please."
I tilted her chin up again, kissing her passionately and deeply. She wrapped her arms around me, drawing me close to her as the two of us made out like teenagers. It was sweet and innocent, yet at the same passionate and loving.
"Wow," she whispered, pulling away. "It's been awhile since you've kissed me like that."
"Yeah," I whispered back. "I suppose it has."
"Now get in the kitchen and bring me my snacks," she giggled, giving me a playful spank with her tails. "Slut."
"Haha, that's your role remember?" I smirked, trying to figure out a good way to continue our roleplaying. A very naughty idea occurred to me as I stood in the kitchen, waiting for the popcorn to finish. "Do you want butter?"
"Yes please!" she called back from the living room. Oh I'd churn something for it. Standing over the bowl I closed my eyes, thinking of my beautiful wife as I stroked myself, faster and faster. Keeping my moans to a minimum, I finally came, coating her popcorn in the translucent spunk and letting it seep in.
As an afterthought, I grabbed a popsicle from the freezer and made my way back to the couch. "I'm back."
"Took you long enough," she teased. She excitedly reached for the bowl, setting it on the table and grasping a handful.
"So, we're back to roleplaying again, right?"
"Yes, Master," she giggled, putting into her mouth. I watched as her facial expression when from surprise, to confusion, to realization. Chewing it, she swallowed it slowly. "Oh, you think you're so clever."
"That's not a very nice way to talk to your Master," I pointed out, sitting beside her so she could once again drape herself over me. With my left hand, I picked up another piece of popcorn, putting it to her lips, but she kept them pressed tightly together, turning up her nose. I guess she wasn't a fan of my prank. That's okay, I had my ways.
With my other hand, I tore open the package for the popsicle, with a grin. Her eyes closed in derision, she suddenly let out a surprised gasp as I slipped the surprisingly phallic object into her moist snatch. Her mouth now opened, I placed the popcorn inside, causing her to shoot me a glare before she obediently ate it.
As a reward, I began to pump the frozen treat inside of her, making sure it was nice and coated her in slathering honey before pulling it from her. With a grin of my own, I could feel her eyes following my hand as I raised it to my lips and gave it a seductive lick. "Master, you're so cruel," she whimpered.
"Oh, you're right. I'm sorry," I replied, scratching her behind her ears before once against fucking her with the popsicle. I watched as the grape flavored treat vanished inside of her fold, causing her to let out a squeal as her toes curled in protest of the cold. Pulling it out again, I made sure to slowly drag it across her clit causing her to whine. "Here, I should have offered you a taste first."
At last, she sighed, resigning to the odd fetish of mine and opened her mouth obediently. She slowly, without breaking eye contact, slipped it all the way into her mouth and down her throat, giving an over the top moan to show she was enjoying it.
With a smirk, I plucked it from her lips. "Now, now. Greedy little minx. You have your own food, you can't have all of mine." She nodded in understanding, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for it to be inserted again, but I had different plans. This time, I slowly dragged it around her nipples, causing her to squeal.
"M-master!"
"Shh. We're watching a movie," I chastised. Moving it to the other nipple, I again made small circles around them, making them both hard and now sticky. As I began to knead and massage them, the droplets of milk began to ooze forth, spilling off the round orbs to pool just above the valley of her breasts. I grinned, running the popsicle from where her navel would be, slowly up her body, almost like a paintbrush.
Her flustered heat was quickly melting it, causing the sticky juices to run down and meet with the milk in a delicious creamy pool. Biting her lip, she tried desperately not to cry out, but the goosebumps on her body showed that she was certainly feeling the cold.
"Be still," I ordered, slipping what remained of the popsicle into her moist folds. "Don't take it out until I say you can." She whined in complaint, but did as instructed, her legs slipping against one another sensually in an attempt to keep them warm. Giving her tits another squeeze for good measure, I lowered my head, extending my tongue and dipping it into the pool on her body.
She trembled at the conflicting feeling of my warm tongue and icy pseudocock between her legs. I simply slurped it eagerly from her flesh, cleaning it affectionately. I trailed kisses up and between her breasts, pausing to clean the trails of popsicle juice and milk from the fleshy orbs with loud, obscene slurps that made them jiggle and bounce. "M-master," she finally whimpered softly, stroking my hair. "P-please...c-could you suck them?"
Saying nothing, I figured I'd give her a small amount of respite. Save disobeying the quiet order, she'd been obedient since we'd started again. Wrapping my lips around on her nipples, I began to suckle from her, swallowing the magically enchanted milk with great pleasure.
She purred for me, tangling her fingers in my hair to guide me as she arched her back. I playfully nipped her, causing her to squeak in surprise. When I switched to the other breast, her heart was pounding fiercely. This time, however, I kept her milk in my mouth, leaning forward to kiss her and dribble it on to her tongue.
Shyly, she swallowed it, leaning up to lick a small amount from the side of my mouth. "S-sorry Master. I just wanted to clean you."
"I'll forgive you. Just this once." I kissed her gently on the lips, causing her to pout when I left. "I'm allowed to do it all I want," I explained with a grin.
"The movie's almost over, Master," she sighed, looking towards the screen. I smiled slipping out from under her and allowing her to lay flat on the couch. She continued to munch on the popcorn, no longer caring that it was covered in spunk. Smiling, I hiked up her legs, leaning down to blow a puff of cold air on her clit. "Master?"
Pressing the popsicle deeper inside of her, her thighs tightened, and when I plucked it out, I found that the popsicle was now completely gone. "Well, if we're about to go to bed, I suppose I should finish this right." I leaned forward, taking in the scent of her arousal as I placed a soft kiss on her slit. Running the tip of my tongue along it, I playfully flicked her clit with the rough muscle, causing her to gasp.
Her head bobbed up and down in agreement as she gave a happy sigh. I again covered her dripping pussy with my mouth, this time slipping my tongue deep inside of her. It was surprisingly still pretty cold, I discovered, eagerly lapping up the sweet fluids from her. My hands ran up her hips, holding her body close to me as her legs wrapped themselves around my head. It didn't seem like she had intention of releasing me until she came.
I swallowed every drop that I could as her moans began to fill the room. I didn't chastise her this time, because I knew she couldn't help it at this point. I slurped from her, slipping my tongue deeper and deeper into her until my jaw was sore from pressing myself so far open against her mound.
It always amazed me that Ahri was able to keep herself so smooth down here, and I realized she must do something other than shave. Thoughts of my wife, sitting in the bath, her fingers lit with fox fire as she stroked herself to the thought and feeling of having my tongue inside of her was one that doubled my efforts eagerly.
Her body tensed and loosened at the behest of my licking, her hands grasping me roughly and smashing my face into her cunt as she unconsciously began to grind on my chin. She was almost at her breaking point. "M-master! Oh! Master! Please...please….can I cum, Master?"
It only took three words to make her orgasm. "You have permission." With a relieved moan, she flooded my maw with a wave of cum and fruit juice. As I swallowed the mixture, I crawled slowly up her body, hovering over her before again kissing her lovingly on the lips. The movie's credits were rolling on the screen beside us, but both of us were too busy staring into one another's eyes to care. "So," I whispered to her. "What do you think of being a pet?"
"It's exhausting," she gasped. "I think I'd much rather just stay your wife. Even still…"
"Hmm?"
"We can still pretend every now and then, right?"
I grinned, taking her in my arms and making out with her eagerly. As I detangled myself from her, she began to struggle getting to her feet. So, the good 'Master' I was, I slipped my arms beneath the fox that I loved, lifting her and carrying her to bed so we could both get a good night's sleep.
To be continued...