In a warm day of summer you decided to go hiking to move a little instead of staying home all day.

After a few hours you were exhausted and chosen a spot to set up your tent.

You slide in your sleeping bag and slowly fell asleep.

You’ve heard some rustling in the middle of the night but ignored it as you got back to sleep.

After some time passed you started to stir feeling a strange sensation cursing your body.

A small moan escaped your lips as you drowsily open your eyes.

Upon opening your eyes you move your blankets up and spot a demihuman fox with his face buried in between your thighs.

His tongue is buried deep within you. Rinne’s face emerged from beneath the blankets revealing his flushed face and the evidence of his oral attentions, breathless, his lips glistening with your arousal.

He maintained eye contact with you not caring that he has been spotted as he kept swirling his tongue on your sensitive bud.

His ears twitch and his tail swayed behind him when you ignored him. It didn't seem to affect the strength of his tongue, however. He continued to lap at your folds like a ravenous beast, groaning around your sensitive flesh as he savored each lick. "Come on..." he muttered, his voice breathy and needful. "Let me taste you." His fingers dig into the sheets underneath him, kneading the fabric roughly as he focuses entirely on the task at hand.

His lips twist into a pout as he continues to pleasure you, eyes narrowed and voice thin with irritation. "Why? Because I want to. Because it feels good." He growls out the last part, his hips jerking forward at the sensation of your slick heat wrapping around his tongue. "Now come on... relax." His hand gently cups your hip, fingers digging into your skin. "Let me taste you."

His eyes flash with triumph as you relent, lips curling into a smirk beneath his bee-covered mask. With renewed vigor, he buries himself deeper between your legs, tongue thrusting in and out of your entrance expertly. His other hand grips your hip firmly, guiding him as he lavishes attention on your sensitive nerves. A moan rumbles low in his throat as he tastes you thoroughly, savoring every drop of nectar that spills onto his tongue.

"Mmm..." He hums contentedly, glancing up at you through half-lidded eyes. "You taste so good." His fingers tighten on your hip, guiding his thrusts deeper inside of you as he seeks to elicit another moan from your lips. With every lick and stroke, he becomes more and more absorbed in the sensation of having you wrapped around

The sound of your moan vibrates against his lips as he continues to feast on you. His tongue swirls and flicks expertly, teasing every sensitive nerve end within reach. He shivers with pleasure each time he feels the warmth of your skin through his fox ears, the scent of your arousal filling his senses. The sounds you make encourage him to be bolder, more demanding in his attentions.

His free hand gently cups your mound, teasing your clit with careful flicks as he sucks on your inner lips. "Come for me," he murmurs, voice rough and needy. "I want to feel you shatter." His hips rock forward harder, sliding his tongue deeper inside of you as his thumb circles your sensitive nub.

His eyes slip shut as he focuses on the feel of you beneath his tongue and fingers, his muscles tensing in anticipation. He pushes deeper into your core with every stroke, relentless in his pursuit of bringing you to climax. His breath hitches when he feels your body tense around him, the sensations overwhelming. The sound of your ecstasy spills into the quiet tent as he brings you over the edge, licking and sucking greedily until you've finally spent yourself against his tongue.

Spent and satisfied, Rinne finally pulls away, panting heavily as he looks down at your flushed face and his own wet handprint on your stomach. His ears are flat against his head in shame as adrenaline surges through him from being so close to losing control. "I'm sorry," he whispers, voice hoarse from

"I didn't mean to go that far..." He says, voice quivering slightly. "But you taste so good... and I couldn't stop myself." His tail flicks behind him nervously as he gently strokes your cheek with the back of his hand. "If it helps any, you can return the favor next time. Maybe even a little rougher." He offers weakly, hoping to ease the tension between you.

A shiver runs down his spine at the thought of you touching him so intimately and being a bit forceful about it. The idea makes his cock twitch in anticipation beneath his clothes.

"As you wish," he murmurs, moving to lie down next to you in the sleeping bag. He spooned you carefully, his arms wrapping around your middle and his chest pressing against your back. His cheek rests on your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin as he hugs you tightly.

Despite his earlier display of dominance and possessiveness, Rinne feels a strange need for your closeness, to feel wanted by you even if it's just for the night. His ears remain flat against his head as he lies there, unable or unwilling to admit that being so close to you has affected him more than he thought it would.

The tension between them slowly begins to ease as their bodies adjust to being in such intimate contact again. Rinne's heartbeat slows and eventually returns to normal while his cock continues to twitch beneath him, the pleasure center of his brain still

You nestle closer to his chest, finding comfort in the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Your head finds a spot on his shoulder as you sigh contentedly into the sleeping bag, finally drifting off to sleep. In his dreams, Rinne can't help but smile softly, enjoying the feel of your breath against his skin and the sound of your heart beating in time with his own.

His tail twitches occasionally as it tangles with yours, the contact sending a shiver down his spine that he can't quite explain. He knows that this moment is fleeting, and tomorrow he will wake up back to his normal antagonistic self... but for tonight, he allows himself to enjoy the closeness you've given him.

His ears perk up at the sound of your voice as you mumble his name in your sleep, a mixture of satisfaction and pleasure rushing through him. He relaxes further into the embrace, content to feel your breath against his skin and the warmth of your body pressed so close to his own. In the quiet darkness of the tent, he can't help but think that this night has been different somehow... and as strange as it feels, he finds himself wanting more of these moments with you.

The morning light filters through the small window of the tent, casting a warm glow over you both as you lie spooned together in the sleeping bag. Rinne's arm is still wrapped around your middle, his chest pressed against your back and his face buried in your hair. He hesitates for just a moment before letting out a slow breath, relieved that this night wasn't all just an elaborate dream.

His tail flicks gently behind him as he listens to the rhythm of your heartbeat, marveling at how easy it is to forget about everything else when he's wrapped up in these moments with you. A quiet smile spreads across his face, and for now, he decides to enjoy this simple happiness while he can.

Your eyes open slowly, taking in the peaceful sight of him asleep beside you. The morning sun casts a warm glow over his features, making his golden fur shine and accentuating the sharp angles of his face. A quiet sigh escapes your lips as you brush a lock of hair away from his forehead, marveling at how easily he manages to make everything feel better just by being near you.

For now, you decide not to wake him. There's something about this moment that feels almost sacred, like it belongs only to the two of you and should be cherished for as long as possible. You nestle closer into his embrace, pressing your cheek against his chest and taking in the rhythm of his heartbeat, content to simply enjoy the peace and comfort of this quiet morning together.

His ear twitches at your soft moan against his skin, his eyes snapping open with a start as he takes in the sight of you sucking on his cock. A surprised gasp escapes him before he quickly clears his throat, embarrassed by his obvious arousal. His free hand gently cups your head, guiding you up and down on his length as he watches with bated breath.

His hips rise off the bed to meet each thrust of your eager mouth, moaning softly at the sensation of your wet heat surrounding him. The tip of his cock brushes against the back of your throat, sending a shiver down his spine as he nears orgasm with every stroke of your tongue. "Fuck... you feel so good..." He groans out between gritted teeth, hips bucking wildly beneath you.

Your retaliation has him panting and squirming beneath you, his hips thrusting up in desperate need for release as your lips and tongue expertly stroke him to climax. With a hoarse cry, he comes deep in your throat, his body trembling as waves of pleasure wash over him. His hands fist in the sheets beneath him, nails digging into his palms as he tries to remain quiet and not wake up their tentmates from his ecstatic moans.

As you draw back, licking your lips clean of his essence, Rinne looks down at you with burning eyes, chest heaving in and out as he struggles for air. "That," he manages to croak through a raspy voice, "was quite satisfying." A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he reaches up to run a thumb over your cheek before letting it drop.

The smirk that curves Rinne's lips at your comment is almost taunting. "Is that so?" he murmurs before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your jaw. "I'm glad you enjoyed it... but remember, I warned you." He gives you another sultry smile, revealing his sharp fangs and making your heart race.

For now though, he settles back down beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. His chest rises and falls with each breath as he tries to regain some semblance of calm, the image of you pleasuring him still etched into his mind's eye. "So," he says softly, changing the subject as he nuzzles against your neck, "what do you want to do today?"

Why don't we go on an adventure together? Explore the forest, climb a mountain, maybe find a secluded spot to have a picnic by a river... You could even challenge me to a race or hide-and-seek. The possibilities are endless! His tail wags excitedly behind him as he imagines all the fun things they could do together.

He growls low in his throat at the thought of going another round with you. The husky quality to your voice sends a shiver down his spine, heightening his arousal even further. "We could," he purrs, nibbling on your earlobe gently as he speaks. "But I'd much rather get better acquainted with every inch of you first." He slides a hand lower, cupping your breast through the fabric of your shirt and squeezes gently. "Then we can worry about round two."

He groans deep in his throat as you trail kisses down his body, the sensitive skin beneath each one burning with desire. His hips buck up off the bed, seeking contact with your lips and tongue, but he forces himself to remain still, barely containing his need. With every kiss and lick, heat pools in his groin, making it difficult to think straight.

His fingers thread through your hair as you continue your descent, guiding your head toward his stiffening length. "S-slower," he whispers hoarsely, wanting this to last as long as possible before the inevitable release. His heartbeat speeds up at the thought of feeling your warm mouth wrapped around him again, tasting him so eagerly.

A shudder runs through his body when you finally reach your target and take him into your mouth. He arches his back off the bed, moaning loudly

His hips rise off the bed, seeking contact with your lips and tongue as you lower your body to meet his in a 69 position. His free hand fists in the sheets beneath him, nails digging into his palm as he fights for control, moaning softly at the sensation of your wet heat surrounding him. He glances down, watching with rapt attention as you expertly stroke him with your tongue and lips.

His other hand tangles in your hair, pulling gently as he guides your head up and down on his length, taking pleasure in feeling so connected to you during this intimate moment. "Mmm... that's it," he groans, hips bucking up into your mouth as he feels himself nearing the edge again. "Suck me..." His voice trails off into a pleading moan, desire clouding his thoughts.

With one final thrust, R

You both moan in unison as your fingers slide between his own and find each other's sensitive spots, sending shivers of pleasure through his body. His head falls back with a quiet groan as you suck on his length while he attends to your clit, thumb circling rapidly against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

His hips jerk up off the bed in time with each stroke, moans filling the air between them as they lose themselves in this sensual dance. His fingers tighten on yours, encouraging you to move faster, harder, needing release but not wanting it to end so soon.

His movements become more frantic as his orgasm draws near, hips thrusting harder against your mouth and hand as he feels the pressure building within him. He grinds against your fingers, moaning wordlessly into the quiet of their tent as you both race toward the edge together. His body tenses and shudders, the warmth of his release splashing against the back of your throat as he cries out in ecstasy.

Collapsing onto the bed with a gasp, Rinne closes his eyes and lets out a quiet sigh, feeling more relaxed than he has in weeks. He's aware that they probably should be heading out to explore or something, but for now... this moment with you is enough. His fingers idly trail up your arm before resting on your shoulder, the weight of his touch somehow grounding him even as it reminds him how much he wants more.

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