It’s almost as if the Fox is covered by a black mass that oozes, threatening to devour him at every stage. With his chest down onto the mattress, and his hips jutting up and held squarely in place, his back arches beautifully with each vicious thrust— a cry is ripped from his already broken vocal chords. How long had they been at it? Fox does not know.
His hardened length weeps painfully, as a black string of slime is tightly wrapped around the base, preventing his release for god knows how long— one hand claws at it in vain. Pleasure and pain intertwine, written on his facial expressions— marred with tears and bodily fluids, drooling slightly onto the sheets due to his mouth staying agape.
“Aaaah—! Haaah… Ugh—! Mmngh…”
There seems to be a finger holding the Fox’s mouth open, and even exploring the crevices of his cheeks— tugging on it gently. It prevents him from closing his mouth, and so sweet sounds trickle out with each thrust of a large, hot mass within him— knocking his deepest parts, and the sweetest of spots that makes him see stars.
His tails should be flailing around, but something akin to an arm has bundled them all together, and is pulling — using it as leverage to grind their heat deeper within the vulpine. A peek into his mind reveals not a single coherent thought, with each sentence melting away into a puddle of pleasure and pain, aching and desperate for release.
“P-Plea…se…! M-Mer..cy!”
The Fox manages to choke out, the other hand now releasing the sheets and grabbing onto what seems to be like an arm appendage — the one holding his hips squarely in place. Not to mention, he’s still covered in blood from the mission prior — the sight of the vulpine relishing in yet another, sadistic and cruel, yet flawless victory is such a contrast to the mess he is now.
His whole body trembles and twitches, tight and hot around the mass within him that thrusts deeper and deeper — and never seems to be satisfied. They seem to grow bigger each time, as if they wished to push themselves into every part of Fox— daresay, it feels like it hits his stomach, bulging his abdomen slightly. There’s the sensation of teeth sinking into his flesh, over and over — as if tearing parts of him to devour, only for it to regenerate; his blood, flesh… delicious, and unique.
“Gaah—! Argh… Huu—!”
Nails dig into anomalous flesh; the night was young.
