As you ponder, you find your hands drifting up to your breasts, stroking the soft, white fur. Feeling the swell of the curves against your delicate fingers, the throb of your heart behind. The tingles as you touch your erect nipples.
You close you eyes momentarily, your fear and anger completely forgotten. You think of his strong hands caressing you, his tongue flicking over you back when you were still human. Your kits nursing at your bosom, growing healthy and cunning on your milk...
Still human... A shiver runs down your spine. Human... I was...
You jump as you feel his hands settle on your hips again. Eyes flying up, you see his muzzle inches from yours, glowing pupils staring down into your own.
"Have you come to your senses, then?" he asks. "I can always... rrr... remind you, if you'd like..."
You feel it. Not quite touching you, but the heat of his phallus radiating against the fur of your lower belly and groin, fanning an answering heat in you.
You swallow.
"Fox, I-" You tremble. and close your eyes. A sob ripples through your body, pushing tears out from under your eyelids. Your pussy aches to feel him again, the memory of the firelight, of his gleaming golden eyes and masterful thrusts, hanging warm before you. The promise of his seed taking root in your womb, giving you kits, giving you a family; that future so beautiful, so perfect.
"I'm scared," you whisper. He lifts his arms, drawing you to him. You resist for a second, then let him pull you against him.
"No need to be scared, little vixen," he assures you. "Foxes take care of their own. You belong to me; do you think I would hurt what is mine?"
You feel his cock now, hot against your stomach. Just a few inches and it would be inside you again, satisfying you.
"But you did this to me..."
"Yes; and deep down, you wanted it, didn't you? Don't fight with yourself, little vixen. 'Twill only make you miserable."
You go very still. The memory replays in your mind. How you struggled, even as your body yearned. You had told yourself it was all his spell. But... No, it wasn't. Peace floods you with the admission, and you relax. Wrapping your arms around him, you hug him in return.
"You're right," you whisper. "It was myself I was running from."
"Oh, I didn't mind," he teases. "Foxes like to chase each other. But now... how about that reminder, hrrrrm?"
You giggle at his trill. Pulling away from him, you kiss the end of his snout. "Please. Remind me what it's like to be your mate.
You crawl onto the bed, stretching like you'd seen cats do. Only you're far sexier than a cat, your round breasts pressing down into the soft coverlet, your tail flagging invitingly to the side of your up-lifted bottom.
"Take me like a vixen in heat!"
The mattress jumps and creaks in protest as he pounces atop you. You're startled by how readily he mounts you, a little bit of your panic returning. But it vanishes as that thick shaft thrusts deep into your cunny, his padded hands gripping at your heart-shaped rear. Yipping and whimpering, you push back, as eager now as you were reluctant a few minutes ago.
He's rough, and his knot swells fast; and you love it. Fuck being a man you think brokenly as little pre-orgasms shake your frame. So... much... better... You chirp happily as you feel him nipping at your shoulders, a second before the two of you tie and orgasm.
You collapse face-down with him atop you.
"Remember now?" he asks, licking the back of your neck.
"Mmhmmrrrrr..."
Outside, the storm has passed. You fall asleep with your mate grooming you, as the first light of dawn breaks through the windows. His cock is still buried blissfully inside you, still pumping his essence into you, and you hope it will never leave.