>>7070574This is the day, you decided. You talked about this weeks ago with her. You weren't comfortable with it, but you agreed to it because you love her so dearly. You would do anything for her. Today is the random day that you chose for it. She should still be sleeping. You grip the doorknob. You exhale loudly. Man up. Turning the knob, you enter her room with the soft creak of old hinges.
Approaching the bed with determination, you can see her, eyes shut, dreaming. She's sleeping naked, sheets splayed every which way. Despite the time, it's quite dark in the room. The window casts soft shafts of light that slant across her petite frame, one leg with its knee raised, the other hanging off the side of the bed limply. Her tail twitches under her, as if trying to free itself. Her small chest moves up and down in the deep, slow breaths of sleep.
You nod. This is it. You stalk up to the bed, jumping on it, trying to startle her. Her eyes flutter awake, but you have your hand over her mouth before she can say anything. You hold her down against the mattress, and her arms and legs go flying, not realizing who you are in the darkness. You manage to grab both of her tiny wrists with one hand as you muffle her angry mouth. You continue to hold her down as she struggles, putting your knee between her legs, grinding. She starts to tear up. She bites you hard. The pain in your palm is extreme and you let go of her. She uses the opportunity to lunge at your neck, but the moment her teeth make contact with your throat, she stops. She sniffs your familiar scent. She knows it's you, she knows what you're doing. You push her back down and she lays against the mattress willingly.
You grab her shoulder and flip her onto her chest. Her tail swishes, finally free. It thumps you on the face and chest. You grab the root of it in your fist, steadying it. She screams out, as you roughly handle such a sensitive spot. You instantly let go, pulling back from her, her face buried in her pillow. "Kana, are you okay?" you ask, touching her shoulder softly, terrified that you've hurt her. She doesn't look back at you, she just nods into your pillow. "Please..." she begs, breathily, into the pillow. You see that she's reached a hand underneath her to stroke herself. Jesus, the sight of her. You're ready to go in an instant after seeing this little fox girl stroking her sweet slit so seductively.
You grab the root of her tail again, stroking it roughly. You push her shoulder further into the pillow. She moans in pleasure, calling your name, drawing out the pronunciation. You've prepared something else today. You grab a bottle of lube you had thrown on the bed during your initial attack. You pull her tail, lifting her plump butt. You see a sweet puckered asshole before you. Without hesitation you insert the nozzle into her anus. She gasps, having never done this with you before. You squeeze, filling her. She is pushing fingers into herself now, panting hotly. "Oh god," she says your name.
You pull her tail back, forcing her hips towards you. You attempt to enter her, but it's slow going. You push. And push. You hold her shoulder into the mattress, pinning her down, while you press into her, driving her into the pillow. She struggles playfully, but can't get away. Slowly, so slowly, you gain traction. You begin to stretch her, eliciting a sharp gasp as you invade deeper and deeper into her. It would have been impossible without lube, as she's incredibly tight inside. You don't know how long you can hold out. Your head is in. It's amazing, you have to stop for a moment. She pushes against you, prompting you. You keep going, filling her up, opening her. She moans loudly as you finally reach all of the way into her depths, her body clinging to you so tightly that you are starting to gasp with each movement. You have to finish this.
