I'm lost in fox eyes and fox scent and little fox yips of pleasure. All I see is a whirlwind of black and brown and gorgeousness. My world keeps spinning round and round, and we're only just getting started.
"I love it when you're helpless in pleasure for me," she murmurs.
"I love it too. And I'm going to make you helpless, too. You are going to be one tired fox by the time I'm through with you."
"Oh, no, my love. Neither of us will be tired. That wasn't liquor that Sun Wukong spiked your nectar with."
"It wasn't?"
She nips my ear. "No."
"Then what was it?"
Coyly, she says, "An Aphrodite aphrodisiac."
My head is swimming. Off in subspace. I'm flying at Warp Nine. "You ... you did that to me?"
"NO, silly. I wouldn't do that. I was in enough trouble impulsively bonding you." She kisses the shell of my ear.
"That's a relief, although as I age, we may need some godly Viagra ..."
