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Home, or at least, what that's what he called it. It had been almost a year since Fox had last been planetside of Corneria, and even longer still since he had stepped foot in his apartment in the ritzy side of Corneria City. The maids kept it clean while he was gone, not even a speck of dust was to be found on even the back of the fridge if he felt keen to go searching for some. The furniture had changed some since he had left, in keeping with the trends on Corneria. He didn't mind, he never paid for any of this anyway. It was just another perk of being the Hero of Lylat after all. People practically threw themselves, their wares, and their love at him, all in the small hopes he would notice them. Thus, he had an apartment people would walk over their own mothers for, all for free, and all to himself.
At least, it used to be to himself.
A new fox had taken up residence in his apartment of late; a gorgeous blue vixen with the most enchanting cerulean eyes. Just hearing her voice echo on the walls of his apartment got his tail wagging, and waking up with her in his bed was a joy Fox hadn't felt in years. His heart had been so fortified for over a decade, that none had managed to find their way to it. Only those that had been grandfathered in like his friends and little remaining family were granted access to him, yet this woman changed all that. She cast aside his once formidable defenses with just the batting of her eyes, leaving him vulnerable and above all else, frightened. He'd forgotten what it was like to feel so in love, and the thought of messing it up and losing her struck more fear in his heart than anything Andross had conjured. Yet his fears proved to be unwarrented, for the vixen returned all of his love and more.
Fox wiped the mirror of the master bathroom, as steam had obfuscated it. The tod staring back at him was hardly recognizable to him now. His eyes shone with a light that matched the stars he traversed, his fur shone brighter and gave off the illusion of fire in the smallest light, and though he was soon to be thirty years old, he looked as youthful and spirited as he had in the academy. There was only one person to credit this miraculous rejuvenation, and it was his lover, Krystal. When she was around, the weight of the Lylat was hefted from his shoulders, and all that mattered was their love.
"Fox? Could you come here, please?"
Fox's heart started hammering in his chest. Excitement, love, joy, and curiosity suddenly filled his veins all at the same time. Hearing her voice was enough to invigorate him, and that accent she wore was so alluring and mystique that it always seemed to elude to something even if she had no intention of subjecting him to her vixenly charms.
He moved quickly to the doorway leading from the bathroom to their bedroom, not even bothering to cover his naked form, for she had seen most every inch of him there was to see by now. "Yes, Kryst-"
She stood before him, dressed in the the traditional tribal attire of her people. Her smile only grew when she saw his manhood jump a the sight of her, as it was already growing hard. "I take it you like my outfit?" she asked, to which she received no reply, only action.
Fox closed in on her suddenly, taking her by surprise even with her telepathy. His hands took hold of her and pulled her in close. Their lips met for but a second before Fox's tongue barged into her muzzle, subjecting her tongue with powerful, tender laps. Krystal let out a whine of surprise, followed quickly by a moan of pleasure. She surrendered to him almost instantly, forgetting herself and her pride as a Cerinian warrior. It was most unlike her to give herself so willingly to her mate, as she positively lived for the thrill of the chase, the struggle, and the conquest of the victor. So often Fox found himself underestimating her, only for her to wind up on top and making him howl and moan like a whore. Yet now, with his strong hands running along her back, sides, and rear, his tongue dominating hers, and his muscled frame against her own, she could not find the strength to resist.
Suddenly, she felt the loincloth and brazier she wore being ripped from her body. Though Fox was careful not to tarnish her most cherished outfit, he was not exactly gentle either. Such barbarity got her legs squirming, as the fire between her legs leapt from the kindling to the bonfire that raged for her handsome tod. He pulled his tongue out of her mouth, a long trail of their combined saliva still linking them, before he shoved her back down on the bed. She yelped but no sooner had she landed did she feel her legs stretching back so far that her ankles reached her ears. Fear was in her eyes, but she trembled with excitement. She had never seen this side of Fox before, and was intrigued where this would go.
"Krystal," he murred, sending a shiver through her body.
"What are you going to do to me, Fox?" she asked, her voice as shaky as a leaf in autumn.
Fox smiled and leaned his body against hers, his manhood barely missing her already wet folds, instead running its entire length along the outside. She shook at the feeling, and if he would have kept it up, she would have cum from just the sensation of his manhood rubbing against her. "I'm going to fuck you just like how I wanted the moment you walked onto my ship wearing this cute little outfit."
"Like this?" Krystal asked, curious how it would work.
Fox grinned as he expertly maneuvered his hips and found his mark. He knew her body so well, that finding her womanhood was so easy for him he did not even have to look or clumsily fumble around. Though she wasn't uncomfortable, Krystal found that Fox had effectively trapped her. Her arms were free, but Fox had her in such a way that he could control and dominate her with ease if she tried to resist.
"This is called the mating press, little vixen," said the man, his manhood finally penetrating her. Krystal gasped as she felt him enter and stretch her womanhood with his impressive length and girth. From this position, he somehow felt bigger, or perhaps she was made to feel smaller? Either way, it came as a sharp surprise to her when Fox bottomed out and the tip of his manhood rested firmly on her cervix. A beastial moan escaped her, and the vixen forgot herself. She ground up against him, savoring the feeling of being filled so exquisitely. Yet the man withdrew much to her dismay, before returning with a force that caused her to yelp. This continued for a while, as Fox savored the moment and allowed for her to grow accustomed to the position and the size of his manhood. As much as he wanted to utterly ravage her, his endowment was cause for concern to him, for if he wielded it as haphazardly as the primal force in his brain wanted, he would surely damage and hurt his beloved vixen.
After awhile, Krystal seemed to be utterly entranced by their coupling. Every thrust she would squeeze him, begging him to stay tied to her and never deprive her of that full, warm feeling that only his cock could give her. Finally, Fox felt she was ready, and just as she closed her eyes, Fox drew himself from her moist depths before plunging back inside of her with the force their position allotted him. This came as a total surprise from the vixen, who let out a scream of surprise but also pain. She stared at him, wide eyed and muzzle agape while he in turn bared her teeth at her. For just a moment, Fox expected her to try and push him off, but her shock soon turned into a gleeful smile. Krystal pulled him in for a kiss and with the connection between their minds she whispered, "More."
"Now it gets serious," Fox said before happily obliging her. What was once a slow and gentle lovemaking quickly turned into a fast and savage fuck. Noises both womanly and feral escaped the vixen, and she held onto him for dear life. Every thrust met her cervix and with every thrust, his cum laden loins would slap against her. She felt so used but at the same time, so at peace with it. The harder he fucked her, the more she submitted, until she might as well have been a bitch in heat getting bred by her powerful tod. The man was now snarling like a beast and sometimes would sink his teeth into her neck or shoulder; claiming her and asserting his dominance over his vixen. Yet for as painful as it might have been, Krystal leaned into his teeth where she could, reveling in the feeling of being claimed in such a violent and primal manner.
At long last, Krystal felt she could no longer withstand such a brutal fucking, and her womanhood began to tighten and constrict around its invader. "FOX!" she screamed into the air just moments before Fox reared back for a final thrust. Their bodies collided and both of the foxes let out moans. Though she was practically numb with pain and the pleasure of an orgasm raging through her core, Krystal could feel the torrent of hot cum fill her insides. Fox held nothing back, utterly intent to give her every last drop of his seed. It spilled out of her before he was even halfway finished, and it trickled out all over her lips and legs. Krystal's eyes grew dark and she could barely feel anything but the rolling waves of pleasure and pain. She couldn't stop smiling, but when Fox adjusted himself so that his full weight wasn't pressing down on her, a hot glob of his cum spilled own and rolled down between her furred cheeks.
He panted heavily on top of her, a little delirious after such an intensive emission. Krystal only laid there, breathing deeply through her nose as the scent of their love filled the room. Fox attempted to crawl off of her so she could put her legs down, yet he didn't make it more than a few inches before Krystal clung at him and pulled him back down. Losing his warmth and their tie would have been catastrophic for her, and no matter how tired or sore she was, she would hold him there until she was satisfied....
....Almost an hour later, Fox was finally allowed to withdraw from her, and the resulting mess would mean the end of those sheets. Krystal was practically dozing now, and could hardly keep her eyes open. He offered to take her to the shower but she refused. Instead, she bid him to sleep with her, and though his cum still leaked from her depths, trailing down her legs and further defiling the once white sheets, Fox obliged her. Her tail wove around his in a loving embrace, and her hand raked through the soft fur of his chest. She snuggled up to him, finding the most comfortable place on his broad shoulder to rest her head, before succumbing to a blissful sleep full of wonderous dreams of him, herself, and their future. Though sleep accosted him, Fox could not find it within himself to slip away and follow her. He pulled her body into his and became transfixed by her beauty. What had he done to deserve such a wonderful woman? There was nothing he wouldn't do for her, and somehow, every day he came to love her more. She was so precious to him, and nothing in this galaxy could change that.
With one final kiss on her brow, Fox finally eased back into the pillow and fell asleep. The last thing he said for the night was a profession of his love for the blue vixen, Krystal.
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