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The moonlight gently cascaded over the soft cheek-fur of the sleeping fox, filtering in from the open window to highlight the white and orange with hues of bluish-silver. The breathing was soft and shallow, interspersed with occasional deep and languid inhalations that escaped into the cool night air as faint, contented sighs. A downy white pillow framed the very picture of peace as the vulpine slumbered, free of care or worry. Only a stray, playful breeze dared to infringe upon the boundaries illuminated by the watching moon, giving caresses of its own as it impishly tickled the fine hairs on the inside of the fox's ear, eliciting a couple of ear-flicks and a nose-twitch. The breeze paused and the room held its breath to see if the teasing had broken the spell, but only a deep breath and a sigh followed the twitching, eyelids remaining closed, and the room relaxed.

The dark figure on the windowsill relaxed as well. The sleeping tenant had not forgotten to close and latch the window before embarking on his voyage, but the windows of the old, white houses in this district were fitted with the most promiscuous of latches--barely any trouble at all, readily yielding to the interloper's bag of tricks. All attention was focused now on the eyelids which could barely conceal the short, rapid movements beneath. The sight never ceased to mesmerize him. What was going on behind those locked doors? What worlds were unfolding--universes exploding into existence? His lips parted into a half-grin, wolfish canines glistening in the pale reflections of moonlight. Whatever it was that this soft figure was dreaming, it can't be too bad, he told himself as he took in the broader scene. No muscle twitch, no soft moan, not even the subtle shifting of the white silken sheets escaped his notice. He could tell by the drape of the sheets that the slumbering vulpine was not wearing any clothes beneath. And why should he? These summer nights were becoming so warm.

The meandering breeze wandered back out of the room, carrying with it the scent of its plaything, washing over the muzzle of the cloaked intruder with mischievous glee. The black-furred wolf inhaled deeply, allowing his hungry eyes to close momentarily as he breathed in the scent of his prey, allowing it to permeate his senses. Warmth seemed to radiate from that single breath, the barely detectable musk numbing the mind with feral need. As if a switch had been flipped, the wolf slowly opened his eyes to take in the scene anew. His blackened trousers straining to contain the growing bulge that had begun to swell and pulse beneath them. The sheets that had once seemed like a veil covering a soon-to-be-revealed work of art were now a table-cloth covering a banquet table. It was a feast, and after close to an hour of waiting and watching, dinner was about to be served.

The wolf made no sound as he entered into the bedroom. His movements were like choreographed dances of a falling leaf; down from the window ledge, a fluid turn, windows slowly eased shut so that their closing made only the tiniest of _snick_as the latch fell into place. His breathing was measured and perfectly timed with that of his sleeping dinner-guest. Inhale meeting inhale. Exhales joining in kind. A slow turn and his shadow grew over the white sheets like a wave gliding over beech sands. So close now! The scent of the unaware enticed him, teasing him, so much more pronounced now that it had nowhere else to escape to. Heart pounding in his chest, the dark creature reigned himself in. This was a critical moment. The few meters that lay between the window and the side of the bed were always the longest and most treacherous miles he could travel. Any false move, a misjudged step, and a squeaky board would betray him to the room. An ill-timed breath might make its way into the foggy dream-state and tug at the subconscious. One time he had even been so taken by the serene visage of his prey that he had failed to hear the approaching steps coming down the adjoining hallway as well as the turning of the bedroom doorknob! Luckily, his skill and instinct had saved him from a very unfortunate circumstance. His dance to a darkened corner was so silent and well executed that it would have elicited a standing ovation if a similar feat had been performed for the masses at the Forum near the city square. Instead of applause, however, he was gifted with two hours of painful muscle spasm as he held his awkward pose and waited for the newcomer to go to sleep.

A wide grin split the wolf's muzzle. Of course, after those two hours...

The revelry of the lupine was interrupted by the tossing and turning of the morsel before him. Instinct kicked in and the intruder froze in place like a dark statue at the foot of the bed. His heart was a paradox, stopping yet beating more fiercely as he shifted his eyes so as to not stare directly at his prey. Peripheral vision saw the creature flip to his other side, facing the door across the room and pulling the sheets up tighter as his breathing became a faint snort and the soft smacking of lips. The wolf didn't dare breathe until the slow rise and fall of the shrouded shape continued at its previous pace. Only after a whole sixty seconds did he allow himself to slowly exhale and return his full gaze to its rightful place.

That was close. Too close. It was a personal failing of his that the image of such peaceful sleeping things stirred wakeful remembrances and daydreams of his own. He could blame his mind, clouded by the growing hunger and the thick, hard lump in his trousers, but instead he preferred to blame the sleeping fox. Tricky foxes.

The wolf chuckled inwardly as he continued his creepy crawl around the side of the bed. His escape from notice only seconds before had emboldened him. While it would have been easier to approach from the side of the bed facing the window now that the fox was facing the opposite direction, it was always more fun to stand between the prey and the door. Less chance of a slip-up that way too. A few moments were given to the paranoia stirred by his earlier revelry as he paused to listen for footsteps out in the hall. There were none. His grin widened. Of course not. It would be much too late for someone to be turning in now. That, and when he had first arrived, the vulpine was sprawled out, taking up most of the bed--not exactly the position of one expecting company.

A few more well-placed steps and he was at the edge of the bed, only a few feet away from the fox's face. The shallow breathing had intensified after the repositioning, now riddled with the ragged rumbling of vulpine snores. Slowly, the wolf lowered himself next to the sleeping fox, smiling warmly as he felt the faint puffs of air that escaped the soft muzzle. Reaching slowly downward the wolf ran his paw over the aching bulge in his trousers and closed his eyes, savoring the moment. It was too much, the fox's soft breath mingled with the languid snores. He had to be free of his confines, and a few seconds later his trousers were undone, allowing his thick, red wolf cock to unfold into the warm evening. His paw closed around his warm member and slowly stroked along its length. His tip was already dripping and the musk of his own maleness mingled with the surroundings. The lupine, transfixed by what was now so close, wondered if somewhere in that dream-world the fox could sense it as well.

It was now time for the feast. But where to begin? The warm breaths that washed over the wolf's muzzle tugged at something deep within him with a force that was hard to restrain. It begged him to lean forward and lock the fox in a deep, passionate kiss. The sleepy breathing replaced with the warmth of his tongue sliding along the fox's, tasting his sweet muzzle and exploring it fully. Of course such a thing would rouse the fox from its slumber. It would be necessary to straddle the fox and hold him down to the bed, grasping his wrists, bodies pressed close together. His passionate kiss would muffle any startled cries, and the squirming warm body would only intensify the rush of excitement as the large wolf pinned his prey, grinding his large cock against the creature through the thin bed-sheets.

The dark shadow took a deep, quavering breath. Breaking free from such a fantasy, especially without bringing it into reality was the very definition of willpower and such a resource was in short supply. Even so, he gripped his shaft tightly as he let the sensations from his revelry subside. He had unknowingly been stroking himself close to climax and the last thing he needed was to preemptively end the night's festivities by awakening his main course with a face-full of hot wolf seed.

A grin spread over the wolf's muzzle.

Although the image was quite a pleasant one.

No, the night was young, he thought to himself as he surveyed the length of the swaddled fox's form. As was this juicy morsel. Quite a lithe young man.

The wolf's right paw entrusted his manhood to the left as it ventured up the side of the bed, slowly drawing the edge of the silken sheet in tow. There was a slight pause as the edge shifted out from beneath the fox's paws, but the fox was deep now, and the procession soon continued under the watchful moon. It was like the season festival in slow motion, this slow unwrapping of such an unsuspecting gift. It was lucky that this evening was so warm. Often the unwrapping carried with it the danger of the cold making it through into the wandering mind of the dreamer. More often than not, the unconscious individual would simply grope at the sheets or covers and pull them up more tightly against themselves. It was a problem that often led to a quickening of the evenings activities. It was rarer that a sweet creature such as this would be none-the-wiser as their nude form was laid bare.

The wolf smiled softly as his eyes drifted over the soft curves of his now-exposed dinner-guest, turning so that he was facing the bed entirely, both paws lightly hanging on the edge like a happy dog peeking over a dinner-table.

Thank the gods for light sheets and warm summer nights.

The fox's fur was a very light shade of orange, almost yellow, and the edges of his outline shone a silvery blue under the moonlight. White softness cascaded over the fox's chest and tummy, meandering down, framing his sheath and continuing a little further over his inner thighs. His legs were much like the rest of the peaceful creature; lean muscle covered in just the right amount of softness. And to finish, his markings were a light brown--socks on his paws, and dipped ear-tips. Such a fancy fox, the wolf mused to himself. Always properly dressed, even in the nude.

An ear-flick caught the wolf's attention, but he would not be distracted from his banquet. A sidelong glance was more than enough proof that things were still as they should be. Instead his eyes returned to the fox's sheath. The image filled the frame of the room, there was nothing else. Its slight movements as the fox's chest rose and fell were nearly imperceptible. So soft...

The wolf's chin now rest upon the side of the bed between his paws, the object of his fancy a mere hand and a half away from his face. A deep breath filled the intruder with warmth as his mind spun under the intoxicating spell of the vulpine's scent. Just a small taste? He licked his chops, imagining the salty taste and the feeling of the slick member emerging and growing in his warm maw. No... not yet.

A warm sigh of an exhale escaped the wolf's muzzle without him realizing it in time to stop it. The breath caressed the fur around the sheath, eliciting a soft moan from the dreaming fox. To the mind of the sleeping creature, an unexpected phantom had invaded his dreams with a soft caress, still completely oblivious to the wide-eyed wolf who looked at him sidelong, not daring to move and swallowing hard. The devilish creature inside the lupine urged him to pounce. It was right there, he could taste it, and in a moment of truth he almost lost his composure and lurched forward, taking the fox into his muzzle and holding his waist down against the bed as he forcefully sucked the cum from the unwilling, spasming creature. But he fought to keep himself locked in place. This dance of ravenous desire and restraint were a dance he knew too well. It moved in time with the music of countless evenings, under a moon that knew far more than anyone else could ever know. It was part of the game... some unknown gear-work that drove his nightly excursions. This opportunity was too good to let fall through the cracks. He had feasted at so many tables, but tonight... Tonight he got to play with his food. Already unwrapped! And his paw, inching its way across the covers towards the now-pulsing sheath longed to tease the treasure from its confines. The more he thought he was winning in this dance, the more he became swept away with it.

A slight brush along the side of the soft warmth brought another sigh of pleasure from the dreaming one. Already the sheath had swollen to press against the back of the wolf's paw and the red tip of the fox's maleness was peaking from its hiding place. The scent of the fox grew much stronger then, urging, tugging at the wolf's paw; begging him to continue. As if it had a mind of its own the paw obliged, and lightly framing the edges of the swollen sheath, it slowly closed around it, giving it a couple of long, slow strokes.

The fox moaned and stirred a bit, his foxhood growing, a thick redness sliding out from the caresses of the fondled sheath below. This was too much. The wolf knew it. It didn't matter. The fox's cock was approaching its fullness and the vulpine had unconsciously begun to thrust with the rhythm of the wolf's slow, gentle stroking. He should stop! The fox would be awake any moment if he continued. It was probably too late. Maybe he should hide? But his paw was now engulfing more of the fox cock, stroking more and more firmly. The dance continued to rage out of control--red lights and sirens going off inside. Every second was the last but the moaning of the sexy vulpine and the thrust of his hips against his paw drove him forward.

The pressure building up inside, the wolf panted lightly as he lifted his chin from the side of the bed. A whimper from the fox and a long yawn as the creature turned over onto its back spelled out the inevitable. He had one second to be gone from the room or he was going to be caught. But the warm, slick fox cock!! Gawd, that scent! His whole body twitched and urged him to flee but his paw refused to budge, instead he leaned forward, stroking up and down the entire length of the pulsing cock. He had to have it. The opening eyes of the vulpine were completely lost on him. The music stopped. The dance had ended.

The next second spanned an eternity. A murmur in the darkness. Arms moving and paws rubbing at eyes newly opened. With a wide stretch and a yawn, the clouded mind of the fox began to clear through the haze of pleasure that was rapidly becoming less dream than reality. A warm muzzle had engulfed his fully erect cock, a wet warmth sinking around his sensitive member as a soft tongue snaked along its length. An electric jolt arced up his spine as he pressed up into this phantom warmth, a bead of precum being sucked from his tip as the muzzle reversed course. The amazing sensations had elicited a gasp.

Time suddenly froze. The dark figure crouched over him stopped and turned slightly, wolfish eyes glinting in the moonlight and locking with the crystal-blue orbs of the vulpine. A tight pang of fear pressed against the fox's chest like a fallen boulder as the reality of what was happening sank in. What was once a mosaic of harmless phantoms only moments before had dissolved into something large, frightening, and uninvited. Black fur, a dark cloak, and terribly vicious claws told tales of the sharp fangs that barely brushed against the most sensitive part of his body. His heart didn't dare beat. Only a few feet away from his neck was the savage maw and hungry eyes of his captor, and his cock was half buried in that deadly steel trap. Such a warm trap.

A slight shift of the tongue caused the fox's cock to jump in the wolf's muzzle and a low, guttural chuckle permeated the room. It was almost a growl and the vibrations made the fox's blood run cold. His cock jumped again. He couldn't help it! God's save him. Absolute dread of death mingled with the agony of pleasure. His body wanted to press his cock deeper into that maw. That horrible, snarling maw that could just as easily snap it off. The rest of him wanted to flee--needed to flee! But his eyes couldn't break away. The air was too thick. Hard to breathe.

The wolf that was crouched over him let his cock spring free from its muzzle, snarling and showing off its long white fangs; never breaking eye contact. Slowly, it began to climb onto the bed, straddling the fox's lower legs and this is when the fox noticed for the first time the large, bulging wolf cock that was already free from its confines, dripping and flexing with anticipation. The thick air became thin, and the fox began to hyperventilate, desperately trying to speak and shake his head but no words were coming out. The half-whispers and small whimpers as the fox squirmed to prop himself back up against the headboard of the bed only seemed to inflame the wolf's baleful hunger as it slowly crawled forward. The thick muscles flexed and the claws made furrows in the soft, silken sheets as the wolf moved over the fox's body, toothy muzzle a mere foot away. The vulpine's eyes widened with every inch, eyebrows turned up with a plaintive expression as his breaths began to tremble. This sight almost gave the wolf pause but before the thought could be fully processed, the fox inhaled deeply and sharply.

This was it.

In one swift motion the wolf slammed his body up against the fox with the force of a charging bull, knocking that breath back out of his prey. The movement was deliberate and careful, causing the headboard to make contact with the wall behind. The fox tried to fight and curl up but the unusually deft wolf maintained control, and as the fox drew his second sharp breath, he found his muzzle covered with a soft white cloth. A soft damp... a small... strange... cloth... so odd... that... smell? Pressing...

The wolf cradled the vulpine head in his arms as the warm, rapid puffing into the cloth he held firmly over the muzzle began to soften. The tense muscles of the fading creature relaxed and became limp. The blue eyes slowly closed. Once again the sweet, soft morsel had drifted off to some unknown place and time, rhythmic breathing settling in again as the wolf lay the body back out on its back in a comfortable-looking sleeping position.

Taking a deep breath, the wolf climbed over to the edge of the bed that faced the window and tried to compose himself. His heart was racing like a track animal and adrenaline coursed through his veins. Placing his cloth back into the special pouch inside his cloak he allowed himself a soft relieved chuckle. Times like this made him feel as if every cell in his body was pulsing with life and vitality. The little guy had almost gotten off a scream. But damn... the look in those crystal-blue eyes as the sleeping fox realized what was going on! That kind of thing had never happened before. He had never lost control so much that he was confronted with a woken victim. But something about going down on someone, knowing you were caught, and getting away with it! It flooded the wolf with such excitement that it almost obscured the ache of longing. Part of him wanted the little guy to be speechless and awake for the whole thing. Unable to speak as his body became a plaything of the night. Or perhaps to have held off on the screaming and struggling until he had sucked him off against his will. But...

The wolf's ears sprung to attention and swiveled slightly as the faint steps out in the hall became louder. Someone was on their way. Was it the headboard? Curses! He had hoped that the sound was muffled enough to not be noticed but in the excitement he wasn't able to know for sure how load it had been. His eyes darted to the window and that woeful latch. He had come too far to go home empty-handed tonight. He had survived being caught by the sleeping vulpine and had even sucked the fox to the point of tasting that heavenly, salty slickness from its tip. There was no way he was going to give up now. The night had just begun and now that he had a taste, he wasn't going to leave without the banquet. Neighbor be damned!

The ruffling of cloth and faint thud was hidden by the turning of the door latch. On the floor, from the other side of the bed the wolf could see the small crevice open as two slippered paws appeared. They did not enter, but instead, the wolf imagined that this intruder was simply looking over the naked body of the fox. And that hard fox cock. The wolf managed a grin as he tried not to breath, his heart pounding in his ears like a drum.

"Foxes..."

The muffled remark from the doorway was delivered as a sigh and the wolf had to try hard not to snicker and lose his breath from his hiding place as the door slowly eased closed and latched into place. The click of the latch was permission to draw in that precious oxygen, as tainted with dust as it might be, and a few more seconds of silence returned the attention of the wolf to that which lay above.

"Foxes indeed." Rumbled the wolf to himself as he slowly rose from the floor and gazed down upon the passed-out vulpine. His shadow once again fell across the white belly-fur of the unaware as he took in the scene the other intruder must have seen. The fox was breathing softly and his cock, a bit sticky from earlier, was now only half-hard. The fur around the fox's sheath was a little damp and a string of dripping precum glinted in the moonlight.

A smile graced the wolf's features as he slowly peeled off his unbuttoned breeches and nudged them under the bed. Now the table was set and the taste of that cock, fresh on the mind, made the wolf's own pulse with need. The thought of sliding into that nubile male's tail-hole sent a shiver down his spine. There was warmth and soft breathing lying before him and he had to be close to it. But what to do first? The quandary floated unanswered through the wolf's mind as he made his way to the foot of the bed and silently crawled up over the fox's legs. The yielding of the mattress was like that of soft leaves. There would be no awakening this time. At least not for a while. The fox had been so excited that it breathed in more than the usual amount of the soporific fumes. And now, lying before him for a second time was the semi-hard fox cock.

Supporting himself with his arms, the wolf lowered his muzzle to gain a side-long view of the fox's maleness. A long lick broke the dripping strand of pre and gracefully glided over the tip. If the fox had been conscious, the sensation would have sent him squirming. Instead he lay limp as a rag-doll as the interloper gave his foxhood long, slow licks; teasing it--coaxing it to awaken even as its owner could not. The taste was incredible and intoxicating. It wound itself around the wolf's senses, drawing him forward as if to guide the fox's cock once again into that warm, wet muzzle. The slick member disappeared between the wolf's lips and slid along his soft tongue. It was pulsing again, filling out and growing inside his maw as he wrapped his tongue around it, stroking it softly as he suckled upwards along the shaft. The attentions were rewarded with another bead of pre which flooded the wolf's muzzle with the fox's taste, drawing him in further. Beside the suckling attentions of the wolf's bobbing head, his arms flexed and fur bristled. He had returned to finish what he had started and wouldn't stop until the fox gave him what was rightfully his.

A small ear-twitch and soft moan escaped from the sleeping fox as the wolf reached down to cup the fuzzy balls that lay beneath the object of his ministrations. Slowly caressing them, he could sense the need building within the vulpine as it coated the wolf's tongue with a steady stream of salty pre. This creature's body is quite enthusiastic, the wolf thought to himself. It only served to increase the intensity and passion with which he suckled upon his hot bit of meat. It wouldn't be long now. The balls in his paw were tightening and the fox's pelvis showed the tiniest hints of flexing. The poor thing was helpless, incapable of thrusting up into the bobbing muzzle of his captor. Asleep or not, however, parts of the vulpine were straining with need--wanting desperately to flood the wolf's muzzle with hot fox seed. And with a small shudder and an upward thrust, the sleeping fox pressed its pulsing cock deep into the wolf's muzzle and obliged. A small sigh escaped from the fox as it came into the intruder's maw, its pulsing cock twitching with jet after jet of hot fox cum. The wolf paused, suckling and rumbling deeply as his muzzle was filled to capacity, forcing him to swallow several mouth-fulls of the salty, musky, thick fluid.

Moments later the wolf let the softening fox cock slip from his muzzle, swallowing hard and gasping lightly. There had been much more than he had expected, even from a fox. The poor thing must have been pent up for some time to release that kind of flood.

The wolf's agile tongue helped to clean the fox of any vestiges, as well as a few well-placed licks over his soft, white orbs. Just below lay the fox's opening as well as a puff of fur from its long, bushy tail. The hairs tickled and teased at the wolf's snuffling nose, causing him to stifle a sneeze. This wouldn't do at all. Pushing back against the fox's thighs, the wolf managed to raise both of its knees, lifting the toned vulpine legs into arches, spread open like an invitation. Making sure not to let the fox's legs flop over, a gentle tug at the base of the fox's tail pulled the fluffy appendage over and out of the way, leaving the door unguarded. The wolf returned his muzzle to the base of the fox's tail, giving the vulpine's entrance a long, warm lick with the flat of his tongue. There was no response other than a slight change in breathing rhythm. Another lick soon followed as the wolf reached down between his own legs and began to stroke himself. The warm pucker was so inviting. Unable to help himself, the wolf pressed the tip of his tongue into the fox's passage. A small moan escaped into the night as the wolf explored his helpless victim. Gripping his own slick cock, he pressed his tongue deeper and deeper into the smaller creature. Had it been awake, this kind of thing would have melted the will of even the most resistant fox, the wolf mused to himself as he lubricated the fox in the deepest, most intimate way.

Breaking the forbidden kiss, the wolf hooked both of his arms under the legs of the fox, gathering them closer to his head so that they lay draped across his broad shoulders. It didn't take much to move the placid creature, slowly crawling forward, vulpine legs lifting and sliding back to expose the fox's moist entrance to the heat of the approaching cock. A leg began to slide from the wolf's shoulder but was caught just in time. Strong paws gripped at the ankles, repositioning them before sliding down to grip the fox's thighs. It was so close now. He could feel his tip lightly brush against the fox's warm tail-hole with every pulse of blood through his engorged member. It was tantalizing, and digging his claws into the fox's tender flesh, holding the creature's cute fuzzy ass in place, the wolf pressed himself against that tight pucker. There was a moment of resistance before the soft yielding that engulfed him, the first inches of his dripping member sliding into the moist, tight passage.

The wolf closed his eyes, letting out a soft gasp. He was halfway buried in his tasty morsel, slowly sinking deeper, and the agonizingly slow upwelling of pleasure raked its claws down his back, mingling with instinct, whispering accusingly in his ear. A tremor ran through the wolf as the slick tunnel slowly engulfed him, urging him to lose control. There were no words for slow savoring in the deepest codices of his genetics. Every cell burned with the need to tear into this warm flesh. Just a little further, and the last threads of his fraying willpower snapped. Claws gripping, nearly to the point of drawing blood, the wolf slammed himself the rest of the way into his limp rag-doll, hilting himself completely as a low growl rumbled into an involuntary snarl. The walls of the unconscious creature's passage flexed around the invading member as the wolf slowly pulled back, only to slam himself again, deeply into the fox. Each thrust brought with it a wave of ecstasy, begging for another, urging him to go a little faster. A rhythm began to build as the once silent room was filled the muffled slapping of fur on fur. This sleeping creature was heavenly. The taste and scent of the fox's cum was still fresh in the room as the limp body rocked under the thrusting and snarling of the shadowy creature arching over it.

The fox's legs began to fall from the wolf's shoulders, splayed to the side as they swayed in time to the shifting of the bed. The breathing of the sleeping fox was till languid and shallow, truncated with every forceful thrust of the creature mating with him. Clawing down the vulpine's chest the wolf grinned wickedly, mind half-clouded in a fog of heat and savage lust. Fuck... such a fine specimen. What luck, almost caught twice, and now the warm body lay helpless under the spell of a drug.

The wolf let out a moan as the fox's passage tightened around his cock; a sound that was almost a whimper as the threat of climax welled up within him.

"Damn fox..." he panted hotly as he grabbed the vulpine's legs behind the knees and pressed them up next to the creature's head, angling the fox's ass in such a way that he was able to sink even deeper into the tight passage.

Gods! He was so close now. He could feel his knot growing, pressing against the fox's entrance with every desperate thrust, yearning to press further but the fox felt as if it was already stretched to capacity, filled as full as it was with the thickness of the wolf's throbbing maleness. The fox's insides were already lubed with plenty of lupine secretions. Every thrust was harder than the last, stretching the pucker more and more, yet not quite enough to allow such a large bulge. The wolf's breathing became more and more erratic as the threat of climax loomed ever closer but the grunting intruder refused to let the fox off that easily. Every thrust became more deliberate, punctuated with a hard grind and roll of the hips as the canine attempted to force his knot into the sleeping tease. The wolf's muzzle was now right above the fox's and the soft puffs of the vulpine's breath drew him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Lips pressed together, the wolf invaded the sleeping creature's mouth, his long tongue slipping inside and mingling with the satin tongue of the helpless one.

The kiss flooded the wolf with heat and a shock of indescribable exhilaration as he felt the surge of orgasm tear through his body. His mind was lost in a haze and there was nothing he could to quell the tide as all of his muscles tensed and trembled, his cock slamming into the fox so hard that the headboard of the bed banged into the wall with every thrust. Tongues entwined, the wolf became one singular need. He had to... he had to! Savage thrust and grind, savage thrust and grind--he was on the edge and DAMN IT FOX!

With one last savage thrust the wolf slammed his knot into the fox's tight passage, burying his thick cock deep in the vulpine as he let out a loud, guttural growl, quickly muffled by biting into the fox's neck with feral need. His body spasmed deliberately as his large cock flooded the fox's insides with his hot wolf seed. Locked in place, the room became silent once again as the fox was filled to capacity. Warm cum attempted to leak from around the knot but was sealed inside by the veined engorgement. Moonlight bathed the scene with a serenity much like before, except now the night was filled with the scent of mating and the soft ragged breathing of a spent wolf.

Or was it coming from the other side of the keyhole?

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Sunlight filtered through the crystal panes of the latched window, dancing along the cheek-fur and squinting eyelids of the waking vulpine. A long, satisfying stretch coupled with a deep yawn was accompanied by the carefree twittering of some unseen song-bird. It was a fine morning, although another yawn and some eye-rubbing seemed more necessary than usual. The fox felt like he had barely gotten any rest at all yet he was still tucked in and the silk sheets showed no sign of the tossing and turning a night of troubled sleep might suggest. Then again, perhaps it was all the wild and vivid dreams.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he noticed the soreness for the first time and almost had to hobble to get to his feet. With a quizzical frown the fox stood there for a moment, one paw rubbing his backside as he broke into yet another yawn. Something was amiss. Did he have too much to drink the night before? He couldn't remember having even a single drink, and he most certainly didn't do anything mischievous before bed. Although, the room did have the strange ghost of a scent of...

"Breakfast is ready!"

The fox's ears perked with excitement as he bounded towards the door, almost tripping over himself and ignoring the strange weakness in his legs. He could already smell sausages as he neared the hallway and there were sure to be eggs where sausages were concerned. Already he could hear the distant open and close of doors as the other residents made their way downstairs for the morning meal. Without a care the vulpine grabbed the door handle and was about to exit into the hallway au naturel before remembering his trousers. A few hurried moments later, a more decent fox greeted the sounds and scents of the open corridor when something soft underfoot gave him pause. Lifting his paw revealed a single slipper that someone had left outside his door.

"Belong to someone?" offered a grinning bear as he approached the confused looking fox on the way to the stairs.

The fox looked up and grinned with a shrug."I guess someone was in a hurry to get to breakfast."

"Other than you, you mean?" said the bear with a chuckle as he passed by, glancing over his shoulder.

The fox turned up his nose playfully before hurriedly closing the door behind him and locking it, scooting the slipper out of the way. The residence's morning staff waits for no one and for some reason, on this fine morning, he was more famished than usual.