A/N: This chapter takes place immediately after Chapter 36 of I'd Eat Your Heart. It took me a bit longer to finish than I anticipated, but here it is!

The very first section has its own tags: biting, vaginal sex, physical restraint, pretty heavy dom/sub vibes, and honestly just a really long description of subspace. (subspace, in BDSM terminology, being "a natural high that a submissive participant experiences during a scene or when being controlled") This isn't a scene, but Ga Eul does enjoy being physically dominated...a lot.

Tags for the rest of this: kissing, nipple stimulation, praise kink, blowjob, hand job, dom/sub vibes

There are some other things briefly referenced, but those are the major tags.

Ga Eul was being fucked.

Or, rather, she was being drowned in sensation. A kiss on her neck. A whisper in her ear. A cock easing into her, then slipping back out. Her own wetness. Sweat between bodies. Rang's chest rubbing against her back. His fingers entangled with hers as he pinned her hands above her head. Her head on his pillow. Her chest flat to the mattress while her hips remained up, her legs spread apart, wide open. The friction from his cock rubbing her entrance, stretching her to fit it, filling her with such delicious pressure and hardness. His cock feeling harder each time she clenched on it involuntarily. His cock rubbing her, rubbing her, stretching her, filling her. The weight of his body pressing her down, immobilizing her. She ached. She ached. Her skin was on fire.

Rang's breath on her neck. His mouth on her neck. His teeth on her neck. His mouth on her ear. His whisper in her ear: I love you I love you I love you I love you

Everything came to her in waves, ebbing and flowing. She was in the ocean, and her body was being pulled back and forth, and she had no control over it, and she loved it. It was almost like being rocked to sleep, only her skin tingled with so much desire, so much never-ending need, it was swallowing her up, and she couldn't get enough air.

She heard herself panting, moaning, whimpering; she heard Rang ask if she was okay; she heard herself answer 'yes' like a reflex, yes, yes, yes, how could she not be okay? She was floating; she was flying; she was out of her body, looking down on herself being captured, pinned, smothered. Rang pried her legs further apart, and she thrust her hips back greedily, as if to say, More, more, more. Give me more. Make me take more. I need more. Force me. Force me.

She felt disoriented and limp and helpless.

She felt light and wonderful and free.

She was someone Rang could catch. She was someone he could sink his teeth into.

She felt owned. She felt desired. She felt safe.

In her dream-like state, she melted underneath Rang, completely pliant, as he bent her limbs at will and pressed his mouth to her neck, every sound he made a vibration in her throat. She loved being trapped under his weight, so small that she could burrow inside him and make a home within his heartbeat. So small that she could press her ear right up to his heart and hear him say I love you I love you I love you over and over and over. So small that she could curl up inside his bones and become part of him, absorbed into whatever he was. It was so comforting to be that close to him. It was so comforting to be wanted, the way he'd bitten her neck, then spread her legs open and filled her with himself. The way he'd forced her head down so he could take her from behind, thrusting deep and slow.

When he finally came inside her, Ga Eul felt his every shudder course through her body. She felt his weight grow heavier until she was buried under it. It was so wonderful to be used by him, bitten by him, fucked by him, possessed by him, consumed by him, loved by him…

Good little human. Good little human. I love you. I love you. I love you.

It was raining again. Did it always rain after they had a fight? Ga Eul couldn't remember, but it seemed like it. In Rang's bedroom, the lights were out; night had fallen, and she was lying on her side of the bed, staring at the dim silhouette of Rang's boxer-clad form, at his back that was turned to her.

The night before, she'd slept in the guest bedroom, where she'd stifled her cries with a pillow until she'd fallen into an exhausted sleep, wondering if that would be the last night she spent there. The future had seemed so uncertain then; it was odd to think that had only been twenty-four hours ago, and now they were talking about meeting her parents.

Not that Ga Eul wanted to think about her parents at the moment; that would be too weird considering the other thing she was thinking about—namely that, despite the soreness in her muscles, she would very much like Rang to roll her over and have his way with her, all the while telling her he loved her over and over, just like he'd done that morning before they'd cuddled and watched TV long into the afternoon.

I love you.

Ga Eul pictured him sitting on the kitchen stool, with his messy hair and morning stubble.

I love you, he'd said, his voice pitched low in his throat.

Her toes twitched, then curled inward. She twisted her feet anxiously and put her hand to her mouth, smiling. Now she knew exactly how his voice sounded when he said it.

"Ga Eul," a mumble came from the other side of the bed. "Are you fighting zombies in your sleep? You're squirming too much."

Reaching up, Ga Eul clicked on the lamp.

"Oh, are you awake?" she asked, sitting up.

Rang rolled over and eyed her wearily.

"I am now," he grumbled. "You've been squirming for the past thirty minutes."

"It has not been thirty minutes. The clock says—"

"Anyway, keep it down over there." Rang waved away her protest as he closed his eyes. "And shut the damn light off."

After a beat of hesitation, Ga Eul complied with his request and switched off the lamp. She would have argued more, but she was used to his moodiness, and she did feel bad for keeping him awake. Unfortunately, his complaint did nothing to calm her down; if anything, when the light had been on and she could clearly see his mostly naked body and his handsome face—he was so cute when he was sleepy, even grumpy, her pet fox—she'd wanted to cuddle up to him even more. To feel the warmth of his skin and the tingle of his kisses on the back of her neck…

"Ga Eul," Rang growled.

Oops. She'd curled in on herself, rubbing her thighs together and moving her legs too much.

"Rang?" Ga Eul whispered.

A soft grunt answered her.

"Can we cuddle?"

"Again?"

She flinched at the annoyance in his voice, though she knew it was just his sleepiness talking.

"It's too hot," he added, and there, she conceded, he had a point. Already, both of them were sleeping in their underwear. Due to the summer temperatures, it was warmer in the bedroom than even Ga Eul would have liked it to be, but still…

She missed him even though he was right next to her. How could he sleep at a time like this?! She was wide awake and deliriously happy. Her skin was crawling with the need to touch him.

"Can we hold hands then?"

"Hands?" Rang mumbled like he didn't understand the word.

In answer, Ga Eul grabbed his left hand and laced their fingers together in the center of the mattress.

"Hands," she repeated.

"Oh, those."

Rang didn't say anything else, but he didn't pull his hand away either, so Ga Eul rubbed the pad of her thumb over his knuckles, then up and down the length of his fingers, over his short fingernails and the veins on the back of his hand. Of all his handsome features, Rang's hands were one of her favorites. She liked the strength in them when they gripped her thighs and her waist and the back of her neck. She liked the way his fingers danced along her spine and the outline of her shoulders, the way they tilted her chin up and held her jaw in place as he kissed her. How his thumb teased her clit while his fingers carved out a space inside her as she clenched down on them to tease him back. She liked sucking on his fingers when he forced them inside her mouth.

One time, he'd shattered a vase merely by squeezing it just to prove to her that he could; Ga Eul's skin tingled as she remembered that moment, but she remained painstakingly still so as not to disturb Rang further. She tried to think more appropriate thoughts, like how, when they went out together, he would guide her with a hand on the small of her back. Or how he would flick her forehead if she stole the last piece of meat. Or how he ran his fingers through her hair if he thought she was upset. Or how tiny her hands felt, nestled inside his.

Somehow she circled back to Rang undressing her. Rang tugging off her shirt and her pants and depositing her on the bed and doing things to her and, afterwards, checking her for injuries and tucking her into the covers. He still put ice on her bruises, though she liked having his marks on her, and salve if she nicked her finger on one of her papers. If she came home—yes, home—with a bandaid wrapped around her finger, he'd glare at her and tell her to be more careful, as though she'd die from a paper cut. He'd unwrap her bandaid, clean the wound himself, coat it with medicine, then wrap it back up in a clean bandaid. 'That's how you bandage a wound,' he'd say, raising his eyebrows disapprovingly.

To think that he'd taken such good care of her, all while believing she would leave him one day.

Idiot, she scolded herself, tears filling her eyes. How could you not know that he loves you?

Rang held back plenty of information, but he didn't hold back his feelings. If he was annoyed with her, he rolled his eyes and stormed off. If he was sleepy, he laid his head down on her lap and forced her to pet him. If he wanted to kiss her, he kissed her. If he wanted to fuck her, he just came right out and asked; he'd detail exactly what he wanted to do to her, unapologetically, in ways that would make her tingle and blush long before he ever touched her.

She wondered if she'd ever made him feel as loved and desired as he made her feel. She'd been so afraid of being rejected before, of feeling embarrassed if she suggested something that Rang didn't like, but that seemed so silly all of a sudden, even selfish. She'd told him she loved him last night, and despite her gloomy predictions, he'd said it right back to her the next morning. She could have told him that weeks ago; she knew how special it was to be told that, as someone who'd waited to hear it for so long. Who knew how long Rang had been waiting to hear it?

All night she'd been thinking of things she wished Rang would do to her or for her, but suddenly she wanted to make him feel as wanted as she felt. No more holding back. It didn't suit her anyway. Deep down, she was still the hopeless romantic who'd brought homemade Valentine's chocolates to the country's most renowned playboy.

There was one thing she wanted to do for Rang more than anything else; the urge hadn't gone away as the months had sped along; she'd just suppressed it. Perhaps she should let him sleep and ask later, but she momentarily felt brave, and in the darkness, in his drowsy state, Rang was less intimidating.

"Rang?" she whispered.

"You're not asleep yet?"

Well, obviously, he wasn't. That was good.

"Um, I have something I've been wanting to ask you." She squeezed his hand.

"Can't your best friend questions wait until tomorrow? If I talk more today, my tongue will fall out."

"Oh, no, no, it's nothing like that. I want to do something to you...for you," she amended quickly. "You don't have to do anything or say anything. You can just lie there. Maybe it will help you go to sleep."

"Well, what is it? Spit it out already."

Pressing forward, Ga Eul took a deep breath and asked, "C-can I give you a blowjob?"

The final word broke off her tongue awkwardly, feeling foreign and profane. Her cheeks burned. She was more used to talking about sex now, but only about specific things, and she only said specific words during moments when she was too out of her mind to care. But anyway, she supposed she could stand to be a little uncomfortable for Rang. She just really, really hoped he liked her idea. If not, she would grab the blankets out of his hall closet and bury herself under them until the end of summer, hot weather be damned.

Can I give you a blowjob?

To say those were not the words Rang had expected to come out of Ga Eul's mouth would be an understatement. He'd thought she was going to ask...again...if they could cuddle.

Was he dreaming already?

Rang opened his eyes to check, but Ga Eul was there, sitting up in bed, looking slightly worried as she waited for an answer.

A blowjob. His tiredness faded as his cock swelled with the suggestion. He stared at Ga Eul's soft lips, at the lower lip she was tugging nervously into her mouth, and fuck, he wanted more than anything to be inside her mouth, not so he could fuck her throat but so he could experience whatever she wanted to do to him. He reached for his age-old fear of being controlled, but he couldn't find it anywhere—just calm, with a simmering undertone of excitement. The idea of Ga Eul wanting to control him didn't compute, and the idea of him filling her mouth in any context was too appealing to be denied...

"Of course, you can. I don't mind." He smiled, then realized she might not see his face in the dark.

"You don't mind...or you'd like it?" Ga Eul asked hesitantly.

"I'd like it," he decided. "Very much."

The light clicked on.

"Really?" Ga Eul asked, grinning. In the glow of the lamp, she looked like she might combust with happiness. She'd been squirming around in bed for what felt like hours—was that what she had wanted the whole time?

Rang's excitement grew tenfold—he forgave her for keeping him awake—and he laughed, the last of his reservations melting away.

"Don't get too excited," he warned her. "You might not even like it."

"I'll like it! I'll like it!" Her naked breasts bouncing, Ga Eul scooted closer to him; she radiated giddiness. "I'm going to give you the best one," she announced, "out of all your six hundred lives...years!" Her eyes sparkled with the promise.

"Oh? Will I be able to walk afterward?" Rang joked, amused.

"I know you're teasing me, but you'll see. I've been practicing...well, not practicing, but...I've read a lot of articles!" she assured him. "A lot!" She started listing off all the things she'd learned from her articles, counting on her fingers as she talked. Ga Eul always became more animated when she was explaining something, and though she sometimes irritated him when she droned on and on, he also found it too cute for words. The habit of hers was comforting in its familiarity, and he relaxed even more.

"Why didn't you ask me sooner," he asked, "if you've wanted to do it all this time?"

At that, Ga Eul looked slightly discomfited.

"Well...you didn't like it when I did the other thing."

The other thing? Oh. So that was a bad memory for her too.

"The hand job? That's totally different," he lied. On the surface, it was different, but it also wasn't. Not totally.

"Not totally," Ga Eul echoed his thoughts.

"It's different. If it's not, I'll just use my fingers from now on."

"Your fingers?" Ga Eul stared blankly.

"Only my fingers." He traced a line down from her bare breast to the waistband of her panties.

Understanding dawned on her face, followed by horror.

"But you can't do that!"

"Can't I? It's all the same thing." Rang shrugged and rolled onto his back.

"All right, all right. I take your point," Ga Eul conceded, adorably flustered. "But if you liked them this whole time, then why didn't you ask me to give you one before?"

Why hadn't he? A fair question. Rang had certainly thought about it before. He knew how his tongue and fingers felt being sucked into her mouth; he didn't have to do much of a leap to imagine how his cock would feel, surrounded by all that wetness and warmth. He'd pleasured himself to the idea more than a few times.

He'd come close to asking her—once, twice—but he'd always held back, remembering how panicked he'd felt when she'd tried to give him the hand job. How overwhelmed by all the conflicting emotions Ga Eul's touches had produced.

When the silence lingered, Ga Eul assured him, "It's okay if you don't want to tell me."

Oddly, he kind of wanted to tell her the reason. Not because he thought she would understand, but because he knew she wouldn't laugh at him. And maybe it would be a relief, her knowing. Her accepting.

"I'll tell you later," Rang managed. He tried to sound serious and respectful so she wouldn't think he was blowing her off again. It felt strange, but it seemed to work.

"Okay." Ga Eul smiled. "That's fine."

"You can try now if you want." Resting his palms on his stomach, he stared up at the ceiling. "I'm curious about what human articles say on the subject." He gave her a sharp glance. "But no teeth."

"Oh, I know that. It's one of the first things I read."

"It's not for the reason you think. You won't hurt me if you use your teeth. It's just...It tickles," Rang admitted.

"Tickles?" Ga Eul giggled, and Rang found himself laughing too.

"It does!"

"Okay, okay, I believe you." She brushed his hair from his forehead, and Rang caught her fingers mid-air and kissed them.

"You can kiss me first, if you want," he offered, deciding if he was going to try this fantasy, he should go all the way. "I'll give you a tip. My ears are especially sensitive."

"Oh? Okay, I'll do that." Ga Eul leaned over him, her pale breasts at the perfect position for him to stare at the nipples he liked running his tongue over. He liked feeling teased by them, having them just out of his mouth's reach. He liked looking up at her and seeing her look down at him and smile, the butterfly necklace he'd gifted her dangling from her neck.

"You can kiss my nipples and suck on my fingers too." The words flowed out naturally, much to his surprise. "And you should pet my head and call me a 'good fox.' But don't put your hand around my neck. I don't like it." A twinge of anxiety seized his throat with this last admission, but Ga Eul gave a serious nod, and it swiftly disappeared.

"No hands. Got it. Although...I think I'll have to use my hands a little bit for the, um, actual thing. Is that okay?"

Rang nodded.

"You can use your hands all you want. Maybe human hand jobs are different from fox ones. We should try it, at least once."

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure." He gave her an encouraging smile.

"Okay. I think I'll start with 'ears,'" she answered softly. She bent over him, adorably concentrated, and he shut his eyes as her lips touched his earlobe.

Sparks shivered down his spine. She kissed his earlobe, then took it in her mouth and rolled her tongue around it. Her tongue traced the shell of his ear, then wound back to his earlobe, which she sucked into her mouth again. She kissed behind his ear, down his neck, around his jaw. She kissed along his collarbone, then the base of his throat. His other ear enjoyed the same treatment, and his cock twitched uncontrollably at the suction of her mouth and the sound of her breath. Unlike his forceful movements, all of her touches were light and playful, but the sensation of her mouth on his skin was amplified when he wasn't doing anything to her; with his eyes closed, each kiss was the only thing that existed in the universe.

"Breathe into my ear," he pleaded, and Ga Eul complied.

Rang shuddered, his breaths becoming unsteady. He swallowed hard.

"Again," he whispered.

Her mouth pressed against his ear, and hot air rushed into it, making the back of his neck tingle.

"Is this okay?" she whispered.

"Yes." Yes, yes, it's okay. It's all okay.

Her fingers sunk into his hair, and her nails brushed his scalp in slow, even strokes.

"Good fox," she whispered in his ear. "You're a good fox. You're a good fox, Lee Rang."

Rang's breath caught in his throat when she attached his name to the compliment.

"You take such good care of me." A kiss on his jaw. "You're so good." Another kiss. "My pet fox is so good." A breath in his ear, blowing away his senses.

Rang melted into her touches and compliments as they carried him far, far away. She was making him want things again—new things, or old things that felt new—just like she had the night he'd let her sit on his face. At the time he'd told her it was a one-time thing, never to be repeated, but in fact they had repeated the activity several times after that, so he'd gotten used to Ga Eul being in charge for short lengths of time—doing things to him, making him flustered and needy. Maybe that was why he felt not a hint of fear but only pure pleasure course through him as she bit his neck and tugged on his hair and curved her tongue around his ears. She sucked on his fingers, one by one, her tongue swirling around them as she inched them towards the back of her throat, like she might choke on them. When she finished, her mouth found his throat again, and he tilted his chin back, opening up to her as if pleading for her to do more. Make him feel more, more, more.

He'd let her devour him, and he wouldn't even care.

She traced his collarbone, then trailed her fingers down to his scar and back up to his nipples, which she circled with her thumb until they peaked and stiffened.

"Do you like this?" she asked in a small voice.

Rang made a little hum of assent.

"You can use your tongue too," he directed, and Ga Eul shifted back where she knelt next to him. The first swipe of her tongue over his nipple was heavenly, and his cock throbbed with need. Reaching underneath her, he clutched her soft breast in his right hand as she swiped her tongue again and looked up at him seductively from underneath her long eyelashes. With his free hand, Rang swept her hair aside and held it away from her neck while she swirled her tongue around his nipples—first one, then the other. His cock strained in his underwear as her tongue flicked each swollen bud, faster and faster, and Rang grunted.

She was taking too long to get to the main event, and it was torturous. He wanted to tell her to hurry up and get to his cock already. At the same time, he didn't want to say anything because he liked her torturing him. He accepted that now.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, she soon finished with his nipples and moved on to his cock; with his help, she slipped off his boxers, and his member sprung free, fully erect.

Since Ga Eul had never given a blowjob before, he expected her to give him an experimental lick first, or perhaps touch him with her fingers, but instead she stared at him for a moment, something flashing in her eyes. Hunger, he recognized, just before she bent over and took his whole head inside of her mouth in one swift motion. Immediately, Rang's cock was plunged into wet heat and the caresses of Ga Eul's tongue sweeping across his most sensitive spots. He'd only fucked her with a condom on, so it had been a while since Rang had experienced this particular sensation.

"Fuck," he rasped, sinking into oblivion. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Ga Eul didn't think she had ever been so hungry for something she couldn't actually eat.

Not that Rang's cock tasted delicious—she found that it tasted like skin, and a tiny bit of salt, nothing special. But the shape and fullness of it in her mouth felt heavenly; gently tilting it up by the base, Ga Eul ran her tongue over the part called the 'head' and found it to be wonderfully soft and smooth, and she quickly became enamored of the head's soft edges when she ran her tongue around its circumference. Something about holding Rang's cock in her mouth made her want to take more of it, so she slid it further into her mouth, pushing its length towards her throat. Her gag reflex protested, but she knew that people could take the whole thing inside, and she was determined, so she kept easing it in until her throat rejected it; she gagged violently and abruptly pulled his cock from her mouth, having only gotten half of it inside. Coughs erupted from her throat, and after a second or two, she felt Rang's hand brushing her hair away from her face.

"Jagiya, are you okay?"

Ga Eul nodded. Holding her hand to her chest, she took a deep breath.

"Sorry," she said sheepishly, glancing up at him.

"Sorry for what?"

"I'll try it again."

"You know you can just lick it, right? You don't have to shove the whole thing down your throat right away."

"Ah, I know I don't have to, but…" I kind of want to.

Ga Eul's face burned. She couldn't complete the sentence.

"Why don't you keep licking it? I liked when you ran your tongue over the head." He took her hand and placed it on the base of his shaft, curling her fingers underneath his. "Or if you want to use your hand, you can hold it like this and just stroke it up and down a bit. See?" He guided her hand in a steady rhythm along his length, one she'd seen him enact plenty of times. She found it was more difficult than it looked, or maybe he'd just done it an uncountable amount of times over the past six hundred years. When he let go of her hand, she tried to copy what he had been doing but felt she was executing his instructions poorly.

"Um, like this?" she asked after a moment. Rang was watching her with an unreadable expression. She wanted to say he looked curious; it wasn't possible for him to be awed.

Rang blinked, and it took him a moment to answer.

"No, not...not quite like that." Taking her hand, he showed her again, then gave her a few other tips. She tried to do exactly as he said but had mixed results. Such was her luck in taekwondo as well.

At least Rang didn't seem to care. He smiled after her latest attempt gone awry.

"You're cute."

"I don't want to be cute," Ga Eul protested, then realized she hadn't meant to say that aloud.

"No? What do you want to be then?" Amusement colored Rang's voice.

Ga Eul lowered her eyes; she didn't want to answer but found herself doing so.

"Sexy," she mumbled sorrowfully, and to her horror, Rang laughed. He was laughing at her!

She fiddled with her hair and refused to look at him.

"I'm not laughing at you," he said, as though he could read her thoughts. "It's just...you are sexy. And cute. Most humans can't be both, but you can be both."

"But I'm doing everything wrong. That's not sexy at all."

"Of course, you're doing some things wrong, but you were doing great earlier. Everyone does things wrong when they're learning. You're a teacher. Don't you know that?"

"Of course, I know that. I just...I studied this, and I wanted it to be perfect."

"Why?"

"So you'd like it, and I could do it again."

"You can do it again no matter what you do, and I do like it, so just try some more. Do whatever you want. Stop thinking so much."

Stop thinking so much.

Rang often told her the same thing when she practiced her taekwondo forms, in that same tone of voice. You're thinking too much. Clear your mind, and focus.

Ga Eul sucked in a deep breath and blew it out.

During lessons, Rang also came up behind her and breathed on her ear as he told her to focus, which caused her to be even less focused.

"What do you want to do most?" Rang asked. "The first thing that comes to your mind. Go."

"Um…" Ga Eul cast about, flustered.

"Come on, come on. Say it."

"Um..." What did she want to do the most? Just hold his cock in her mouth, really, and roll that velvety head under her tongue over and over. Somehow she managed to reply as much to Rang, who appeared delighted by her response, to her relief.

"Then do that," he instructed, playfully tugging her hair. "Where's the little human who was going to give me the best blowjob of my life? You should get back to work. I don't like to be promised things that I'm not delivered," he pouted, and she smiled at the teasing in his voice.

"Okay," she answered softly. She took another deep breath, and repeated, with more confidence, "Okay. I'll try again."

"That's my cute and sexy little human," Rang praised as he stroked her head, his voice warm with approval.

Feeling better after his soothing words, Ga Eul dipped her head and took him in her mouth again. A large drop of pre-cum had beaded in the slit of his head, and she swiped it up, wondering if she could get used to its saltiness enough to let him cum inside her mouth. In theory, at least, she would love for him to cum inside her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his head, over and over, reaching down after a moment to tentatively cup his balls and roll them in her palm.

"Mm, good little human," Rang murmured, and Ga Eul was glad she knew how he sounded when he was enjoying himself—how his voice grew low and gravelly, like a soft growl, and he muttered curses under his breath.

She continued her ministrations, steadily losing herself in the motions as Rang mumbled praises and occasionally twitched and squirmed underneath her. She kissed the head of his cock with reverence, then ravenously kissed up and down its length. She kissed the loose skin of his balls as well, leaving no spot untouched by her lips, and when she'd finished, she pressed her cheek to Rang's cock, loving the shape of it, and wondered what it would be like if he slapped her cheek with it, playfully, and put it up to her lips and forced it into her mouth. Half-dazed and hungry for her little fantasy, she began rubbing her face on his cock and the trimmed dark hairs surrounding it. She rubbed one cheek then the other against the smooth shaft until a few moans slipped past her lips. Then she placed the head of Rang's cock back in her mouth and eagerly sucked.

This was so good. So good.

Ga Eul was licking him and kissing him and touching him so enthusiastically, it was driving Rang insane, and fuck, her mouth was so warm and wet. He hated having to fuck her with a condom on, but this made up for it. This he could get behind. Rang let out a groan of satisfaction as Ga Eul swirled her tongue around his head.

He'd thought it would be irritating having someone so inexperienced service him, but instead, he found the sensations comforting. When he closed his eyes, he could still tell it was Ga Eul doing things to him. Ga Eul's mouth and Ga Eul's fingers and Ga Eul's face rubbing up and down his length as she moaned. Ga Eul could do anything to him, he thought, as she sucked him hungrily. He would let Ga Eul do anything to him. He imagined her on top of him, rocking back and forth, her breasts swaying as she slid up and down his length. Fast or slow, deep or shallow thrusts, whatever she wanted. Whatever she wanted.

Ga Eul sucked the head of his cock harder, and Rang couldn't help but take himself in hand and stroke himself slowly as she did so.

"Do you want me to stop?" Ga Eul asked, and Rang rushed to tell her 'no, no.' What she was doing was perfect. When she touched her lips to his cock again, he nudged the head inside, moaning in relief as she clamped down on it. So many of his Ga Eul fantasies involved him lying helpless underneath her, exactly as he was now, and he wanted to cum so badly. He just needed a little push.

When she sucked him, it was just the right amount of pressure, and when she flicked her tongue over a certain spot, Rang felt hot and cold all over. He felt the hairs on all nine of his hidden tails stand on end. He panted and grunted and squirmed. He wouldn't cum inside her mouth, but he wanted to so badly. She kept getting him right to the edge, but he couldn't tip over; if she would just...just…

He imagined himself cumming inside her mouth, his cock lodged deep in her throat.

"C-cumming," he stammered, barely managing to push her head out of the way before his cum shot out and his body spasmed for what seemed like the longest orgasm he'd had in years. He gripped Ga Eul's hand tightly and twisted the bedsheets as violent shudders ripped through him. Wave after wave after wave. Then he dropped to the bed, limp and spent, feeling as though he'd just released a tension he'd been storing up for ages. He'd sweated a lot, and not from the heat, though that certainly hadn't helped.

When he finally regained awareness enough to open his eyes, Ga Eul was sitting where he'd left her and smiling at him.

"I helped you," she said, sounding pleased. "That was fun. Did you have fun?"

Fun? Her description was absurd. It didn't begin to cover what had just happened.

"It was good," he managed. "Good job, little human." He patted her head. "Sorry for pushing your head. It happened too fast."

"Ah, it's okay. Would you like me to clean you up?" she asked.

Rang glanced at the cum pooled on his stomach, some of it dripping down his scar. He should probably clean up. Normally, he would clean up immediately, but he didn't want to move. He didn't want to leave the moment.

Ga Eul had done that, he realized anew.

Ga Eul. Ga Eul.

"Rang?"

"No." Rang swallowed. "Let's just...lay here for a minute." He tugged on her fingers, and she silently acquiesced, snuggling up to his side and laying her head on his shoulder, careful to avoid the splatters on his stomach. He closed his eyes and clutched her hair, keeping her head in place. As he massaged gentle circles into her scalp, he noted, "You were right. It was the best one. In all my six hundred lives."

"Really? I thought I messed up a lot."

"I didn't say it was good. I said it was the best one."

"But—"

"Shhhh. Let's just stay like this a little longer," Rang urged, tears gathering in his eyes and spilling down his cheeks. They came unbidden, but not entirely unexpected, and he let them come. He couldn't help it. He just felt so...safe. He wasn't even worried about Ga Eul seeing his tears if she bothered to look up.

Ga Eul stayed quiet for a moment, then whispered, "Okay."

Rang brought a fistful of her hair to his nose and inhaled her scent.

You're such a good fox, Lee Rang, she'd said earlier. A good fox. A good fox. No one but her called him a good fox. No one said his name the way she said it. No one had ever touched him the way she had. He didn't know how to describe how it felt, exactly, except to say that when she touched him, he knew that she loved him. He could feel it. He didn't know why he hadn't seen it before.

Maybe he hadn't allowed himself to see.

Ga Eul. Ga Eul.

He whispered her name in his thoughts, over and over, like it was the only word he knew.

Like it was a prayer to a god he'd just learned the name of.

Like it was the name of the only god he would ever speak of with reverence.