From the moment I left the bathtub to the one where I entered it again, her gaze didn’t detach from me.

Sneakily she had made her way closer to me, waiting for my feet to touch the inner part of the bath. And when they did, she held my body, forcing my tail to remain between her legs.

“Now, now... what do we have here,” her left hand seized my left hip all the way to my belly, impending me from leaving. Whilst her right one slowly passed through my tail with one finger.

“W-what are you doing?” I let out a shriek.

“Is it true that the females from the fox clan get horny when people touch their tails and ears?” She questioned me with the serenity from when I woke her up.

“Y-yes,” I yielded at her touching, the way the tip of her finger moved softly throughout my heavy tail length. The sensations crawled throughout my cheeks, turning them closer to red roses. I realized then that her touching was quite something, more than just warmth.

“In this household, we’re trained to kill, and to keep an eye open while we sleep,” her left hand rose to my left boob, and she felt the way that my heart pulsated faster.

“I’m sorry, I...”

She let go of my tail, interrupting me, “don’t tell me, you didn’t mean to kiss me?” Her hands released me and she took one step behind, away from me.

At that I turned around, facing her, who looked at me like a mixture of someone shocked and a poor young lady who was about to cry.

“Not that,” I muttered, clenching my right hand.

“Then what!?” She shouted at me, confused.

“I did want to kiss you, because I fell for you, just...” I looked her in the eyes, feeling the embarrassment of my words, and how unreal that could have sounded, “just not without you wanting it to.”

My hands grabbed hers, pulling them softly to the middle of my chest. If I were a nun, it would have looked like I was praying, or even teaching her how to do it.

“I’m sorry for misunderstanding your intentions,” Sofia removed her hand from my embrace. Instead, she took a step further toward me, hugging me around my shoulders, resting her cheek on my own.

I smiled at her comfort, recollecting our first time, placing my slender arms around her waistline, and grabbing my wrists with all my fingers.

“I love you...” a passionate whisper rolled out of my tongue, warming her eardrums and further inwards. My emotions were powerful, holding the weight of my memories.

“Prove it,” she declared, hiding her innocent smile from my sight.

“How?” I blinked my eyes softly, filled with hopes for us to work once again. At my excitement, my tail wagged to the sides. As it was lengthy enough, she could tell my intentions were true. Unlike humans, who could hide their emotions, to me from the fox kin, and similar beastly races, such was not done as easily.

“I’ll leave that up to you, her gaze averted from me as she once more sat by the border, leaving her legs inside the bathtub, with water all the way to her knees.

With how horny her naked body made me look, I procured her warmth, closing our distance. It was without a doubt too many steps away. I couldn’t handle it, that gap.

Once I closed in, my right hand reached out for her left cheek, caressing it softly, allowing her face to drown in the shelter that it provided. Without restraining herself, like a pet, she did.

First it was her cheek, then her nose, and lastly, her forehead. One by one, my slender touch quickly patted them as bits of water dripped from my fingers.

She was cosy with my approach, but I needed more than just her comfort. My body was willing to get everything I could.

My index finger tip crawled from her forehead to her mouth, vertically, leaving a warm sensation in its way. It was like her skin absorbed my love and turned into heat.

I played with her top lip first, teasing it softly, waving to the right, causing her face to follow my invitation, and then to the left. Like a snake, she looked hypnotized by the way I moved, and then she rose her head a bit, consuming me.

The inwards were unexpectedly warm, the tip of her tongue humid, and soon my finger became slippery. This was not new to her. She knew what I wanted, even better than me. And that made me happy. Her experience embraced my inexperienced self, showing me the way. The path to my desire, to her love, to obtain her to myself, to make her mine.

I could feel my crotch twitching and my legs rubbing into one another. My lord, how I craved for that body of hers, for her touch, warmth, and wetness.

I gulped, and trust me when I say it wasn’t a dry one, it was a forceful one from the accumulated saliva I had for looking at her tender and sexy naked body. At her silvery hair, that reminded me of grey clouds after heavy rain. They too were wet then, and all they needed was to discharge their natural desires, just like Sophia now, and of course, me.

Thus, my left free hand slid onto her right leg, causing her cheeks to become further red. Her embarrassment took on another level, and I wanted more of that expression.

My mouth approached her ear, and I took a soft nibble at it. She moaned, and I smiled lewdly at it. And before she could react or say anything, I told her a secret, quietly, “I love the way you suck my finger...”

And my face gained distance from hers. She noticed I had provoked her then. I noticed how she attempted to resist me by pulling her head back, but I didn’t allow it, my finger tip pressed on her tongue.

“I didn’t say you could run away.”

Our gazes got stuck into each other eyes, and she complained with muffled sounds. Surely I couldn’t understand a thing. Not that I wanted to at that point. I was way too busy having my own fun and pleasure.

“Suck it,” I ordered her, and she yielded to my words. Her moistness surrounded my nail, and then the surrounding skin. Moans followed as she did and as she panted from her head going forth and back, and her tongue swirling in circles, rarely poking at it.

And I smiled in depravity. Excitement rose all the way to my ears. If I was a human like her, they’d be fully red by now.

“As a reward for being such a good listener...” I halted my words, allowing the fingers of my left hand to crawl through her leg. Front to back, multiple times, speeding up a bit each time.

Her body reacted, showing me of some twitching here and there. My mouth lowered below my finger that was caged inside her mouth.

And my tongue quickly made an escape. I wanted to see what her boobs tasted like. Hers were smaller than mines, but they were perfect. Milky skin like a Nordic girl, leaving but a pink nipple for my tongue to lick. And like a cat. No. Like the fox that I was, I took a try at her.

I must admit she tasted peculiar, a bit salty, like a cooked meal, but without the intense favored flavour one would expect. It was below mild, easy to consume multiple times, without reducing my hunger, making it impossible to get my fill.

Her body shook in ways that hadn’t before. It pleased me greatly to find new weak points.

My eyes rose to her neck, and it looked slender, splendid, as if calling me to bite it tenderly, tightly, to lose myself on it, and to suck its blood if it came to it. And I lost myself in my imagination, in my thoughts and desires.

When I opened my eyes, I had caused a tiny wound on her. A very thin line of blood dripped from it. And I licked it, not wasting a single drop of it.

‘This is delicious,’ I thought surprised, ceasing my actions to not harm her further, containing myself wanting to love her and not eat her instead. Well, I did want to bite her more, and to taste her further, but in a lustful way.

“Won’t you open them for me?” I asked her in a seductive tone, doing my best for it to sound as sexy as possible.

Her tongue halted, and she pulled her head backward, leaving a line of saliva behind, connecting from my fingertip to her lower lip.

Her eyes glanced at me, and I could tell she wanted a reward before that.

“Of course. You’re absolutely right,” my lips went to her encounter, as my hands spread her legs to the sides.

There was no resistance. I made sure of it by filling her mouth with my tongue, twirling her with affection, and encircling her feelings with my overwhelming desire. I burned the inward of her mouth as if I was a hot meal. It was too fiery for her to handle, but she had no choice in the matter, so she did her best to hold on to me.

My sharp ears twitched at each time something dripped on the water below us. I moved my finger, judging by its distance. Quickly I met what felt like a sturdy wall, the one from the bathtub.

And slowly I rose, reaching out for something moist. My finger found the stream, it went downward. It made me curious, so I kept going, finding the spring at the very top of it.

It remained there, twitching and pouring out fluids. My tip found my way to the entrance. Her tongue had done a marvelous job, and I daresay her fountain did, too.

There was absolutely no resistance, no hardship towards my finger misadventures. Through the cave entrance it proceeded cautiously to not harm her, softly to enjoy its every inch.

It felt like an oven. It blazed on my skin, melting all of me, turning me addicted to such a sensation.

Her mouth left mine, she was out of breath. I had stolen most of it by relentlessly attacking her mouth and tongue. I licked my lips. They had her fluids; they were sweet. She was red with burning cheeks. They looked like two crimson moons, as beautiful as the real thing, too.

My finger was now two-thirds in, and her hand reached out for mine, turning it softly, so that my palm faced the sky. And then with a finger she gestured me. It went upwards, then curled backwards, very much like telling me to come closer to her. But that wasn’t it, and I knew it.

She was teaching me, showing the way, and my finger that was inside her mimicked the lesson. I felt it touching something soft, almost like a little bean.

‘This just be it...’ I didn’t remain with wonders alone. I kept trying, finding her moans to get stronger. Her reaction caused her arms to embrace my neck, and she approached my face with hers.

Her body shook fiercely, and her moans filled the entire space. They were so loud that one of her hands covered her rosy lips.

I accelerated the motion. Something inside of me begged to see more of her suffering, more of those reactions and expressions. To defile her defenses and penetrate all the possibilities.

I felt the fingers of her feet on my legs; they tightened on my skin, hurting me. At that time, my gaze searched her eyes, and she let go of me, plunging herself backwards, falling behind till her back hit the floor, leaving her legs shaking and a flow to spurt, hitting my belly as my finger left her inwards.

I stared at her lower lips, at the vagina that twitched and sneezed aggressively from a winter cold.