Kissing Hungrily
Wolfitano x Foxtaglia
It wasn’t an usual time for foxes to roam the forest. Yet, this little fox was taunting his tantalizing tail as he hunted a prey. He wanted to savour a rabbit. Their meat was so soft!
Little did the fox knew why foxes shouldn’t wander at this time of the year?
Wolves awaited to hunt.
And this wolf was so hungry.
Two meters tall, the body covered with scars, and eyes barely managing to break the dirty that covered his ignominy.
The hunter jumped on the prey… and the little fox let out a squeal as he rolled on the mud, unable to move away from the iron grip. Fangs and claws ready to shred, the fox was about to attack, defend himself, when his tail was brushed by another one. He grasped the red eyes through the mass and heard the chuckle.
“I thought it was dining time,” the wolf chuckled.
The fox’s tail waved with joy.
“Oh, and…? Who’s the diner?”
The wolf licked his lips. “Take a guess?”
His lips plunged on his mate’s and he grasped the thin waist as hit fangs ripped the lips, his tongue claiming the pretty mouth that couldn’t yelp anymore, just accept its status of prey, and enjoy the instant.
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