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Fox has you pinned down to the bed, both of your wrists in the clasp of one of his hands while the other one runs down your back side. Each one of Fox’s thrusts sends the headboard against the wall, and at this point, he might as well break it..along with you. The one hand that was rubbing your back comes up to rest on your head before painfully tugging your hair back.
“Hmm..what a good puppy..you’re taking me so well for someone who’s supposed to be my prey..” His raspy voices whispers out, sending a shiver up your spine. Next his hand releases your hair, moving towards your poor puppy tail (which he abuses quite frequently) before you feel a harsh tug. You let out a painful yelp as you arch your back, pushing yourself onto him more.
Poor pup is already crying from an abused cervix and overstimulation, having him tug on their tail was the last thing they needed.
“P-please..please slow down..m’hurts so much..” You turn your head to the side so it wasn’t stuffed into the snotty pillows, trying to give the older man the best puppy eyes you could give, hoping he’ll let up and get off of you. “Aww, pretty pup is hurting..am I going to rough..?” He purrs. “Mhm..”
The sniffling made him chuckle, seeing you crying beneath him gave him the upmost pleasure, shit, he’s glad to have kept you. He’d probably be good as dead if he didn’t have someone to call his ‘wife’ at home waiting for him to be finished with his dirty work. Oh how he loves the thought of you waiting at home, already at the door ready to please and serve him the second he walks in. But though he must admit, he thinks you’re lonely..in which..you are, perhaps a few kits will help out.
Another cry rips out from you, pulling Fox back from his thoughts, his eyes pierce down to you, watching as your tail lazily wags against your back. You two were stuck. “Tsk..you must have wanted my knot badly didn’t you, pup..?” Finally both of his hands rest on your waist, leaning his upper body against your back, you letting out a small moan in the process. “Shhh, it’s okay sweetheart..see..? It’s okay..”
Fox leans his head against you, his lips pressing against the free skin the shock collar didn’t cover. “You know, i’ve always wanted kits of my own..well, pups for you I suppose..since I was..hm..21 was it..?” Fox lets out a small huff raising his head a bit, just gently rubbing his head against yours.
“Now that i’m 47, perhaps it’s my last chance..surely you’ll make it happen, right darling?..” You let out a small whimper, your ears pinning back against your head. “Hmph, no worries…we’ll keep going until you’re knocked up..”
( Forgive me if it’s bad, this is my first time writing smut for public eyes.. (-ω-、)