Vulpine Ecstacy: Ixious Solo
Ixious collapses into his favorite chair in his and his mate's studio apartment. This chair is perfectly situated for his day long gaming sessions or relaxing chats with friends Today he had something a bit more feral on his mind. Slipping his favorite shirt over his head, Ixious runs his paw over his bare chest murring quietly. Ixi's blue paw with soft black pads runs softly over the jet black fur of his chest intentionally finding his soft pinks nips. Rubbing the tiny pink circles between the black pads of one of his paws, the other paw runs through his light blue headfur messily laying between his two large ears. His white muzzle drips with saliva as his big brown eyes roll into his head as Ixi's murr gets louder.
Ixi's left paw runs across his muzzle picking up some of his saliva and sticking a pad into his open mouth. His sharp teeth brush the paw as his long pink tongue wraps around the black claw and runs softly down to the pad. Pulling his paw out, softly his other paw begins to rub and tease his soft left pink nip, now beginning to firm up. Ixi's left paw gently tugs on the gold ring in his right ear as it runs down the dark blue nap of his neck. The white tip of Ixi's tail brushes his paw as he rubs his own shoulders. Ixi wears a rope necklace with a light green shell resting in the center of his neck. Reaching under his arm Ixi massages the soft blue fur under his right side. His tail wraps around his body hitting his arm as the soft pads of his paw sink deep under his arm into the crevasse of Ixi's arm. Gripping his fur, his nails sink in a tad scratching himself just enough to be enjoyable. Ixi's tail begs for attention as it wags and sways.
Ixi softly pets his tail studying how it merges from his dark blue fur to the brightest of white. His tail, muzzle, and the tips of his hindpaws are the only white on his body, small highlights on the towering little fox. Running his paw up and down his tail, Ixi massages the meaty base of his tail as he put light pressure through his cargo shorts on his covered tailhole. Letting out a loud "Murrrouuw" Ixi slips off his old shoes and socks revealing his HUGE hind paws with their white tips and black pads. Wiggling the pads of the behemoths, Ixi runs his forepaws over every inch of their tired worn pads and close cut claws. Dang shoes, Ixi loves keeping his forepaws claws just long enough to tear into someone if the occasion was to come, and was known to cut loose on anyone who dared try to hurt someone he loved, but you can't do that for the hind legs with your feet bound and tied all day long. Around his left ankle next to his duclaw is a white and gold chain with a small charm on it, a present from his mate on their one year anniversary.
Ixi's legs are strong from years of wrestling and running. Two scars run up his left leg from a lioness attack, and claw marks lay on his right upper hindleg usually covered by his festive boxers from his cubhood friend, a wolf, getting a tad too rough one day. To this day that wolf can be a tad rough, but sometimes Ixi like it rough ^^. Massaging his upper hindlegs Ixi leans back in his chair and starts to growl and squirm as one paws runs up his leg massaging the dark fur, the other runs down the black fur of Ixi's chest. Ixi's chest and stomach are defined under the jet black fur from the summer he spent alone at college with nothing to do but lift weights and paw off.
Ixi's right paw unbuttons the top of his light brown cargos revealing boxers with little penguins dancing on them. Pressing his paw under his shorts but on top of his boxers Ixi rubs the increasing bulge feeling his precum wetting a spot. Slipping off the shorts Ixi leans back further in his chair as one paw massages his inner thighs working their way up the boxers, the other massages his bulge through the front of the boxers. Slipping his sheath out from the front of his boxers, Ixi licks his chops as he looks at his own black sheath with a bright pink tip peaking out from the end. Massaging the sheath between two pads Ixi's other paw finds his tightly drawn sack. The blue-black fur of his sack feels soft to Ixi's paws as the sensation of his massaging paws induces a howl out of Ixi.
Slipping off his boxers Ixi runs both paws around his pubic fur, softer, and a tad longer than the rest of his fur, much the same as his headfur, but darker. Taking his balls in one paw and his cock in the other Ixi begins to massage intently. Drops of spit drip from his maw as he thinks of his mate's mouth on his foxcock. Massaging hard ixi feels his knot under the sheath, pushing more and more of the sheath out until Ixi's full eight inches is resting on ixi's stomach, the head now flowing with precum and everything out but the knot. Ixi's balls now have relaxed and hang low on his legs as his right paw now slides between the cheeks of his blue rump. Running his right paw up and down his erect foxcock his paw is covered in his own precum, thrusting slightly. The pink veins on his foxcock reveal the turgor of this cock, and it's longing for a hole to fill. Ixi's left hand finds the base of his tail and begins to run soft circles around the puckered muscles of his own tailhole. Closing his eyes tighter Ixi lets out a soft moan "Pyre" then thrusts 2 pads into his tailhole.
Ixi gasps then murrs heavily as he explores his own tailhole with the two pads in his ass. Finding the prostate Ixi applies gentle pressure while stroking his foxcock harder and harder. Imagining now he is fucking his mate, he begins to thrust into his hand until his knot slides out of the sheath and the flow of precum now is like a stream. Sweat soaks Ixi's brow, his messy hair is in his eyes and the brown rings are now fixated on his throbbing member. He wants to cum and he wants to cum now!
Pulling out the two pads in his ass he begins to massage his soaked chest and erect nipples. His rippled arms flex as his pink member slams his stomach over and over soaking it in pre. Ixi's balls tighten up and his breath quickens. His firm chest heaves and muzzle opens to let out a scream when shot after shot of hot foxjuice flies hitting his muzzle, headfur, and finally dripping onto his stomach and chest. Licking his muzzle with his long pink tongue he imagines his mate straddling him shooting his own foxcum onto him, mmmm even better, IN him!
Getting up from an amazing pawing off, Ixi hops into the shower and suds up his body. His foxcock, still hard and dripping due to the knot, begged for more attention. Sudsing up his hair and chestfur, Ixi takes a slippery paw and softly works up and down his pink rocket. Washing off the suds from the rest of his body his other paw again slips into his tailhole. Ixi, bearing the intense feeling of having just came, beings to thrust into his sudsy paw. His firm back and long tail having water running down it glistens as Ixi brings himself once again to the edge, this time able to scream, ixi howls out "Pyrefox!" cumming all over his paw, then falling to the bathroom floor onto all fours. Turning off the water he dries off, laying down and curing up in a ball. Maybe tomorrow Pyre will be around, but if not, Ixi knows how to take care of himself ^^