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James tossed the book aside, unable to get past the few sentences before his mind wandered off with distracting thoughts. He dragged his paws across his face in the vain attempt to wipe them away. But wipe them away he couldn't. They danced in his brain, needling him whether he was awake or not. He picked up the book again, muttering in exasperation about the heat. Airing his shirt with his free hand, James picked the book back up and attempted another read, though his frustration still pricked at him. Closing his eyes for a moment, the image reappeared. The wox smiled for a moment before his eyes opened wide, the heat feeling even more unbearable than before.

Until recently, the library was a place of solitude and quiet for the wox. A place in which he could peruse and read the tomes on the shelves at his leisure. He spent days on end snuggled into a nook of the library. It was a nice little area, shut off from most of the room by a curved, tall bookshelf. Only if you craned your neck or glanced over at the right time could you even notice it. And that's how James liked it. He would open a thick novel and revel both in the words on the page and the smell that only books could make in solitude. Truly, for the bookish canine, it was a paradise.

But, much like Eden, temptation is hard to avoid.

For the past few weeks, a fox had been coming to the library. He didn't seem the bookish type, cutting a striking figure in his fashionable attire. He was always dressed quite fashionably, usually in some form of low cut v-neck, his chest only being shielded by a white tee beneath complimented with form-fitting jeans. He wasn't sure why at first, but James kept a watchful eye on the newcomer.

The fox didn't do much of note. He'd meander around the bookshelves for a few moments, his fingers running along each of the books' spines, almost lazily, before he would stop and pull the book off the shelf with a single digit. The type of book never seemed to matter. Indeed, the curious fox barely ever seemed to look at the title before he took a chair at the nearest empty table to James' hidey-hole. With a flourish, he'd open the book up and appear to be fully engaged with its contents, though never seemed to stray more than a few pages in the time he stayed.

As the weeks went on, James paid less and less attention to his own books, becoming evermore watchful of the fox stranger. With more confidence, he would have strode over and asked him why in God's name he kept picking books out at random, with the books barely having anything to do with the previous one he'd picked and not finished. Why he always stretched up, revealing his toned arms and sharp teeth in dramatic yawn, as if to show off to the wox. Which was absurd since he couldn't see him looking at him. And how he maintained such a magnificently alluring tail. So many questions burned within him as he peered round his protective corner.

By the end of the second week, the fox's tail was not the only thing on his mind. Every week, the fox came in with a new look which, as always, drew the eye. The fox always seemed to accentuate his fluffy, yet broad-shouldered chest, his toned legs, his shapely rear, and, most frustratingly of all, his bulge.

Admittedly, James couldn't be blamed for noticing, as the fox seemed to make it a point of principle for his equipment to be put into trousers that were, to be frank, not up to the job of keeping such large tools inside. From his cranny, James could peek out and see the fox spreading his legs wide apart as he read, letting his trouser snake have some wiggle room within its denim prison.

His reading of a few chapters to potentially a whole book in the few hours he regularly achieved at the library had, by the beginning of the third week of the fox's arrival, been reduced to only a few sentences read and re-read. The wox would shake his head to refocus himself, to once again allow himself to be enveloped in another world woven together by words. He was transported again off to far away lands, to adventure, to space, back in time, through the stories he held in his palms.

And yet his eyes returned, time and time again, to the fox.

It was on a slow, humid Sunday afternoon when it happened. The height of summer made the library a muggy place to be, even more so with the air conditioner on the blink. James had taken his place in his usual spot, which was now more akin to an oven than the usual cool refuge, being right beneath the said broken air conditioner.

He panted, the heat having made him unbutton the top of his shirt, as fanning himself with his barely read novel had not been nearly enough. With neither stories nor gentle relaxation bringing him any respite from the heat, James was about to call it a day when a water bottle, glistening in condensation, appeared in front of him.

'Need a drink?'

James nearly jumped out of his fur. The fox he'd been watching for weeks was now standing over him, looking down at him. A smile that brimmed with confidence grew on his face as he proffered the water again. James, mumbling thanks, unscrewed the cap and drank deeply.

'Seen you here all the time. Are you a librarian or something?'

'No,' James replied, handing the water bottle back half-drunk. 'Just an avid reader.'

Up close, James had to keep his eyes respectfully on the fox's face. But now, up close, good lord...

He had a low, almost rough, timbre to his voice that was effortlessly charming. His bright, pale blue eyes were piercing, yet the inviting grin made them look kind and attentive. He looked effortlessly confident standing above the auburn wox, blocking him off from the rest of the library as he stood in front of his little nook.

'I see,' He responded, but did not move away. 'Though I haven't seen you do much reading lately.'

James blushed, his eyes looking anywhere now but the fox in front of him. 'I have absolutely no idea what you're -'

'Oh, I think you do,' He smoothly interrupted, a smug look on his face as he looked down at the blushing canine. 'I think you very much do.'

Without thinking, James' eyes flitted down to the fox's bulge. It was indecent how hard it was pressing against his trousers. The wox saw it throb, swelling beneath the material. He involuntarily licked his lips.

'I've seen you.' The fox said, stepping forward, his hand reaching out and cupping James' face. He thought he would pull back, yell out, do something. But he didn't. He leant into the touch, a small whine coming from who knows where within him. His eyes were focused on the bulge. He had smelt it before, a general sense of the fox's scent, but now he couldn't escape the muskiness that emanated from the fox. It was enveloping him, drawing him in like a pitcher plant. He didn't even notice the fox's hand move up to behind his head, not forcing, but adding that gentle reminder he was in control. James salivated as his nose came within mere millimetres from the fox's cock.

'My name's Kino, by the way.' He said as casually as if he were meeting James on the street. 'J-James.' He answered, wiping away the spittle from his maw.

'Nice to meet you, James.' He grinned, gently playing with James' ear. 'You look like a thirsty boy, James. Are you a thirsty boy?'

James nodded drowsily, his tail wagging and thumping against the soft chair behind him. Kino grinned and, taking the half-drank bottle to his lips, drained the rest of its contents, finishing with a satisfied "Ahhh."

'Oh, sorry,' Kino apologised, placing the empty bottle on the top of the bookshelf. 'Guess we're all out of water.'

He gave the wox a smug grin, his paws tracing down his body towards his crotch, gently rubbing it as the wox began panting and salivating in desperation.

'But I'm sure I have something else you'd like to drink. Would you like that?'

'Ye-yes, I'd like that a lot, Kino.' It was true. He was thirsty. He had been thirsty for weeks. And he wanted what the deliciously sexy fox could provide.

'Good boy. Now,' He whispered as he pressed the wox's face into his bulge. 'Now get sucking, you thirsty boy.'

James, with a desire that he hadn't expected of the calm, bookish canine a few weeks ago, was unzipping his jeans and licking at his boxer covered cock. He sniffed deeply, the musk overpowering his senses. It smelt powerful, masculine, divine. It made his head swim, his mouth water, and his trousers tent.

'Oh, you are a kinky boy,' Kino chuckled quietly, stroking James' head as he watched him sniff and lick at his crotch. 'You like my musk?'

A deep sniff and quiet moan was his answer.

'Good to know my good boy likes my scent, but I'm sure you'd like more than just my musk, wouldn't you?'

He nodded enthusiastically, taking another heady whiff of his musky boxers, before peeling them down. The fox's shaft sprang out and slapped the crouched canine in the face. James rubbed his cheek, surprised by how arousing that was.

The scent was overpowering. Had he even showered today? Did he work out? Had he just left the gym like that? The musk enveloped the wox, hotboxing the tiny reading nook. He had nowhere to escape, nor did he desire to. James lent in, breathing in deeply as the red hot flesh pressed against his muzzle. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he drooled in delight. He licked tentatively at his balls, the saltiness of his sweat dancing on his taste buds.

James inhaled his glorious cock, the scent making him deliriously happy. The shaft, growing with pride at the attention, stood tall, proud, and full of girth. The throbbing red dick vanquished any sense of worry in James' mind. The other readers in the library could go hang for all he cared, as he began to work his tongue up from the base right up to the very tip of Kino's length.

He glanced up at the fox. Kino was leering at him, his tongue licking his lips tauntingly. Realisation crept in for the wox, knowing that how willingly and swiftly he'd obliged to the softest of his commands, that they now both knew where the power truly lay between them. And neither wanted it the other way.

'Good boy~,' the fox whispered, gently taking James' head in his paw, stroking his crown gently, yet possessively. 'Good boys are quiet in libraries, aren't they?'

He nodded as he pressed his snout and lips against Kino's shaft, making the fox fox smirk again. 'Well, let's keep you real quiet then.'

Pulling James away, the wox looked confused for only a moment before Kino thrust his cock inside James' surprised maw.

The surprise did not remain for long. Eyes rolled back in pleasure, James moaned before cutting himself off. Kino told him to be quiet. Good boys are quiet in libraries. And James was a good boy. His lips wrapped firmly around the cock, the heat and weight of it dominating his senses. It was so much, so meaty, so big.

And he needed more.

He sucked down further, then looked up at the fox for any positive signs. A paw stroked the wox's head and James' tail wagged joyously. For a moment, his throat baulked as he gagged on the heavy shaft. Not to be blocked from his desires, James forced more inside, tears rolling down his cheeks as he took more into his reforming maw.

The sound of teeth being sucked against and the tightening of his grip on his head told James he was doing a good job. The movement of his hips, thrusting his tool even further into him, told him he was doing even better. James' throat bulged with the meat being thrust down it. He moaned near silently, knowing that, mere metres away, mammals were reading their books in serene quiet while James had his throat ravaged by this hung tod.

Kino's balls slapping against James' chin, making the wox leak more pre. His thrusts became swifter, harder, more urgent. All James could do was hollow his cheeks, creating a vacuum around the cock as it reached beyond his larynx. He sucked for dear life. He needed more, needed what was about to happen next, wanted to scream it for all to hear.

And then, like a punch to the throat, the succulent cock disappeared. It happened so fast the wox almost retched, so much air now feeling unfamiliar to his throat. the wox gasping for breath and answers. He sucked in air in gulps, tears of sorrow and shock welling in his eyes.

'Don't look sad,' Kino whispered calmly to the ashed-faced wox, gently caressing his cheek. The wox lent into his cheek once more, reassured as saliva dripped out of his abused maw. His tone was soothingly like a balm, casting the fears aside. 'I'm not gonna let such an eager boy not get his reward.'

The fox lent down, pressing his lips against James'. He kissed deeply, his tongue intertwining with the wox's, dancing with one another. Then, James squeaked into the vulpine's mouth, as his clawed hand squeezed his ass hard. The wox's cock shot another load of pre, his boxers

thoroughly stained with his eagerness. Kino released the wox's lips, the everpresent cocky self-confidence back on his face.

'You liked my cock in your mouth, didn't you?' He growled softly, making the wox nod vociferously. 'Heh, I can tell.'

He licked his lips hungrily, making James quiver in place, knowing what was coming next but daring not to hope foolishly.

'But I'm sure just having it in your mouth won't be enough for such a needy boy like you?' He growled seductively, groping his ass possessively. James had to cover his mouth to stop himself moaning so loud. Kino grinned again.

'I'm sure you want much, _much_more.' A shiver ran up James' spine. The fox's smirk only broadened and his hand clenched James' ass ever tighter.

'Come on. Good boys use their words.' Kino prodded gently, a moment of clarity within the heat of it all. 'Do you want it?'

James paused, the lust still present in his eyes though stilled for just a moment.

'Yes.' James managed through the haze of lust, backing his ass into his hand. ''More than anything.'

The fox smiled before the power returned to his grip on the wox's ass and his gruff rumbling tone returned.

'Good. Now bend over for me.' He commanded, a strictness coming into his voice that James was not about to question. He did as he was told, giving the fox ample view of his ass. The

wox's shivered as Kino traced his hands over his cheeks, feeling them over the fabric of his jeans.

'You do a lot of squats, don't you?' Kino asked rhetorically, giving his ass a gentle slap. It was obvious. James had built up his booty with every ass workout he could find. 'But you're straining your pretty little jeans. Let's get those cheeks some fresh air.'

Before James could even say anything, his trousers and boxers were down to the floor, revealing his globes.Those paws gripped his cheeks again, groping and spreading them wide. Then a long, wet sensation smacked his puckered hole, making the wox clamp his paws over his mouth as he moaned uncontrollably.

James squirmed in bliss, feeling Kino's tongue expertly lap at his hole. His cock could take no more, firing copious loads directly down onto his already ruined boxers. The fox, undeterred, kept eating the wox's ass. His tongue delved inside, sparking tremors through the hybrid's body as he kept cumming, wave upon wave of pleasure overloading his senses.

'I've been wanting to do that since I saw your cute butt walk in here.' He kissed each cheek, as if to say thank you, before shocking James as his hot rod nestled neatly between his two buns.

'So, what do you want, good boy?'

'I...err...' James stammered, his brain so frazzled he could barely register this was happening. Sure, sucking off his cock was an amazing thing he wanted to do so many more times, and getting his ass eaten out by his talented tongue was something he would be dreaming of for weeks, but this? Getting ploughed by this cock? In the library? Now?! It was all so much.

As if sensing his flustered state, the fox rocked his hips, gently sliding his shaft between his needy cheeks. The wox whimpered silently, his cock bouncing back to life quickly in response.

'I'll ask again, what do you want?' His voice was stern, but not angry which just made James feel even more flustered. 'Good boys use their words.'

'P-please...please have sex with me...'

Kino drew back, placing his tip at his entrance, so tantalisingly close to entering but refraining.

'Now, now. You need to be specific. What does my good slutty boy want me to do with my cock in your thicc, needy ass?'

'Kino...please,' He begged under his breath, his voice thick with lust. 'Please...please fuck my ass. Fill me up. I just need it, okay? I've been watching you like you have with me. And I just...you're hot, okay? So handsome and sexy and hung! It's all that's been going through my mind the past few weeks. I need this! So please, please Kino. Take that cock of yours and breed my fat ass like you're aiming to fill me with your pups!'

Across the library, people quietly read. Some whispered together in reading groups, sharing their thoughts on the book they had chosen to read in muted tones. A bored librarian, wiping away sleep from her eyes, slotted returned books back on their appropriate shelves. A bunny and a skunk reached for the same book, their hands touching briefly before the two girls both blushed and recoiled, apologising to one another before exchanging names awkwardly. General library bliss the same from any other day.

And all the while in this tranquil scene, James bit down hard on the fabric of his chair, as Kino slammed his fat cock into his hole.

James bit down hard on the fabric of his chair, as Kino slammed his fat cock into his hole so fast that James just had time to slam his teeth down hard into the fabric of his chair.

His ass quivered and shook like jelly as he was pounded by Kino; the wox drooling as he bit down harder. He closed his eyes, imagining that whatever heaven he could somehow ascend to could not be better than this.

Kino's paws grabbed his hips as he thrust harder, the fox bending over the wox as his cock went deeper inside. James had never felt so full. A paw reached round and grabbed James' leaking dick and began pumping it hard. It was all so much for the wox, tears of sexual bliss streaming down his face, no words being able to describe how he felt. He just matched Kino's tempo as best he could, feeling his cheeks jiggle and smoosh against the fox's taunt body.

A sudden sensation hit James' cheeks that made him let out a sudden cry, before he clasped his paws over his mouth again. He couldn't see the other library-goers look over, confusion on their faces, before shaking their heads, tutting, and returning back to their literary endeavours. But he knew they had. And he knew what had hit him. He just couldn't believe it.

'Oh, that's right,' The fox lay on top of the wox, whispering so seductively into his ear, his hot breath making him agonise in bliss even more. 'You can feel my knot, can't you? It's quite big, isn't it? Just like the rest of me.'

He ground his engorged knot against his tailhole, erasing any need to reply.

'I know you want it. To be plugged up, my seed spilling into you, claiming your ass. That's what you want, isn't it?'

'Yes~' James breathed, all other thoughts having drained out his head.

He could feel Kino's grin against his fur, the sheer confidence radiating off him before the tut came.

'Well, you have been a good boy. Maybe you can get my knot next time. There will be a next time, won't there?'

All the while, the tod hadn't stopped his regular rhythm, pumping his cock inside the wox's rear. 'Yes, oh God, please yes!' He whisper-cried, desperation coating every syllable. Kino chuckled approvingly. 'Good. Now, to give my good, slutty boy his reward.'

His ass rippled like water as Kino animalistically began rutting James' ass. He felt the sudden bites at his neck, possessive, dominating, claiming his as his prize. James could only bite deeply into the once pristine armchair, ruining it completely with his teeth marks and saliva. His own shaft burgeoned with need again, dripping pre all over himself and his clothes.

'Oh fuck~' He heard Kino whine quietly, making James buck back into the fox with even greater need. 'I'm gonna cum inside you. Take my cum like a good boy.'

'Y-yes, yes!' James' cries were muffled by the armchair before his vision went white. His jaw clamped down, biting clean through the upholstery, as Kino unleashed a tidal wave of virile cream into him. Kino held onto the wox tight, as if he were suddenly electrocuted, squeezing him so tight against his fluffy chest it felt like he was trying to pull James inside him. The wox felt each shot of jizz fill his ass, feeling as if they travelled through into the centre of his being. It felt like his whole being would be filled up with Kino's thick seed. The wox was worried for a moment he'd been inflated like a water balloon when, mercifully, the torrent of cum eventually tapered off.

The knot, angry at not being used, deflated as Kino kept his cock inside James' well-abused hole. The wox couldn't see a clock from where they were, but it must have been ten, maybe fifteen minutes that they stayed like that. Kino caressed the wox's chest and sides reassuringly, gently pressing kisses into his back and shoulders as James quietly mewed happily, now his teeth weren't embedded in the armchair's stuffing.

'Clench your cheeks so you're not spilling everywhere.' Kino said casually as he slowly got up and began buttoning up his trousers. James did as he was told and then looked down at himself. His jeans were salvageable, somehow, and his shirt came out unscathed. His boxers,on the other hand, were an entirely different matter. As if from nowhere, a plastic bag was put in front of the wox's face.

'Put the boxers in there, toss them in a bin or something, and go to the bathroom and dab your jeans off. People will just think you sprayed water on yourself when you were washing your paws.'

Thanking Kino, he took the plastic bag and did as he was told, going commando as he bagged up his unsalvageable boxers. He just hoped no-one would pick up the smell as he walked with them.

'Thank you for erm...well, everything.' James' tail wagged merrily as he looked at Kino, a healthy more than satisfied glow radiating off him.

The fox smirked and, leaning in, still concealed by the nook, kissed him on the cheek.

'Next time, shall we go somewhere more private? After drinks, of course.' And with that, the fox pressed something into James' paws and sauntered off, a swagger in his step.

Opening up his paw, James held a small business card. Neatly written on, as if he was always prepared for these kinds of situations, was his name, phone number, and best time to catch him when he was free.

'Ye-yeah. Definitely.' James smiled before heading off to the library bathroom. He passed the librarian at her desk as he went. She said nothing, only to gaze up at him as he walked slowly by, smirked, then looked back down at her thick novel.