Armia sat in the garden behind Javir’s manor.
The night air was cool against her skin. Armia was bathed in violet moonlight. The chill of the air was pleasant. And yet, none of this managed to quiet her thoughts.
[Great. I’m turning into one of those brooding characters from Darien’s trashy action novels,] Armia thought, her tail thumping against the grass in irritation. [What was that latest one he’d been reading? How I Ascended And Became The Strongest of All Darians? Hehe...]
She’d been out here for... how long? An hour? Two? Time had a funny way of slipping by when you were busy wallowing in self-pity and staring at the stars like they held the answers to life’s great questions.
[Spoiler alert: They don’t,] Armia mused bitterly. [Unless the answer to ’How do I stop feeling like crap about my dead brother?’ is written in constellation form, and I’m just too stupid to see it.]
With a sigh that could have knocked over a sand castle, Armia hauled herself to her feet.
She’d sulked enough for one night. Time to head back inside and face the music - or in this case, face the annoying kitsune she was forced to share a room with.
[Maybe if I’m lucky, she’ll be asleep,] Armia thought as she trudged back to the manor. [I’d like it if I could just melt into the bed in peace.]
As she pushed open the door to their shared room, Armia’s hopes were promptly dashed against the rocks of reality.
Isabella was very much awake, sprawled across the bed in a pose that was probably meant to be seductive but just looked ridiculous to Armia’s eyes.
The kitsune was fiddling with one of her magical wands, twirling it between her fingers. She looked up as Armia entered, a grin spreading across her face that made Armia’s scales itch with irritation.
"Well, well, look what the dragon dragged in," Isabella purred, her tail flicking back and forth. "I was beginning to think you’d decided to make the garden your new bedroom. Though I suppose even the grass out there is too soft for your scaly hide, huh?"
Armia’s eyes narrowed.
"Careful, fox. I’m not in the mood for your yapping tonight."
For a moment, Isabella narrowed her eyes. She looked away, almost like she was thinking of something.
Then, Isabella grinned, showing off those sharp canines. Discover stories with freewebnovel
"Aw, what’s wrong?" She sat up, crawling closer. "Did the big, bad darian have a sad time stargazing? Need a shoulder to cry on?"
Armia sighed.
[I don’t get it. It’s like since we fucked Isabella’s gotten more antagonistic toward me or something.]
"The only thing I need," Armia growled, stalking towards the bed, "is for you to shut your mouth before I shut it for you."
Isabella’s brows shot up. Even to Armia herself, that sounded uncharacteristically aggressive.
Then, her eyes lit up with a challenge.
"Oh? And how exactly do you plan to do that, scales? Going to stuff something in my mouth to keep me quiet?"
"..."
Instantly, the tension in the room shifted.
Despite Armia trying to will herself not to be horny, she could feel her body responding to Isabella’s taunts. Heat pooled in her belly, darian instincts that Armia had only recently begun getting acquainted with began to flare up.
[Dammit, not now,] Armia thought, but it was too late. Her cock was already stirring, tenting the front of her skirt.
Isabella’s gaze dropped, her grin turning predatory.
"Well, well. Looks like someone’s happy to see me after all." Before Armia could retort, Isabella had closed the distance between them. "Come on, scales. Don’t you want me to keep quiet?"
Armia stopped to think.
And, in one fluid motion, Isabella grabbed the front of Armia’s shirt and yanked her down into a fierce kiss.
It was a clash of teeth and tongues, a quick battle for dominance that had Armia’s head spinning. Isabella bit down on Armia’s bottom lip and tugged on it, pulling so far she almost drew blood before letting it go.
Somehow, it was one of the most erotic things Armia had experienced.
Armia growled low in her throat, her hands coming up to tangle in Isabella’s hair, pulling her back in. After two more lip smacks, she tugged sharply, wrenching Isabella’s head back to expose the column of her throat.
"Talk to me, scales," Isabella said, head tilted back.
"What?"
"Tell me what’s going through that thick skull of yours."
[Is that how this is normally supposed to go?]
"... You want to play rough?" Armia rumbled.
"Oh, very much so, yes~"
"Fine," she answered, her voice thick with lust. "Let’s play."
She attacked Isabella’s neck with teeth and tongue, leaving a trail of marks that would be visible for days. Isabella whimpered, her hips grinding against Armia’s thigh.
"Fuck," Isabella gasped, her fingers scrabbling at Armia’s clothes. "You know what? Scratch that. Less talking, more fucking. Now."
Armia didn’t need to be told twice. She practically ripped Isabella’s clothes off, tossing the shredded remnants aside. Isabella returned the favor, her claws leaving light scratches on the scales running down Armia’s back that the darian got chills.
Once they were both naked, Armia spun Isabella around and bent her over the edge of the bed.
[Gods...]
The sight of Isabella’s ass in the air, her fluffy tail raised high, made Armia’s cock throb.
"Like what you seeeee~?" Isabella taunted, wiggling her hips enticingly. Her own cock hung between her legs, already dripping with pre-cum.
Armia’s response was to bring her hand down hard on Isabella’s ass, the sharp crack echoing in the room. Isabella yelped, more in surprise than pain, her cock twitching at the impact.
"Shut up," Armia growled, rubbing the reddened flesh of Isabella’s ass.
Without warning, she dropped to her knees behind Isabella. Spreading those soft cheeks apart, Armia dragged her tongue over Isabella’s puckered entrance.
"Ooh!" Isabella made a sound of approval.
The taste was intoxicating. Armia dove in with enthusiasm, her tongue circling and probing, coaxing little mewls of pleasure from the kitsune.
"F-fuck," Isabella panted, pushing back against Armia’s face. "Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop-"
Armia had no intention of doing that. She worked her tongue in deeper, fucking Isabella with it in a preview of what was to come.
When Armia finally pulled back, Isabella was a whimpering mess, her thighs trembling. Armia stood, lining up her cock with Isabella’s now thoroughly wet entrance.
"Ready?" Armia asked, the head of her cock nudging against Isabella’s hole.
Isabella looked over her shoulder, eyes dark with lust. She almost looked drunk.
"Do your worst, lizard."
With one powerful thrust, Armia buried herself to the hilt inside Isabella.
Isabella gasped. Armia almost did the same. The blazing heat, the tight walls enveloping her cock was almost enough to make her cum on the spot. She paused, gritting her teeth against the overwhelming sensation.
Isabella, impatient as always, rocked back against her.
"Move, dammit!"
Armia didn’t need to be told twice. Quickly, she set a punishing pace, her hips snapping forward with enough force to make the bed creak in protest. In an instant, their moans began to fill the air.
The room was filled with obscene sounds. The wet slap of skin on skin, the creaking of the bed, and the heavy clap of Armia’s large balls against Isabella’s smaller ones.
Armia reached forward, grabbing a fistful of Isabella’s pink hair and yanking her head back. The new angle allowed her to drive even deeper, her cock hitting spots inside Isabella that had the kitsune seeing stars.
"Fuck, yes," Isabella mewled, her tail thrashing with pleasure. "Harder, come on, I know you can do better than that-"
Armia silenced her with another sharp spank, the sting making Isabella clench deliciously around her cock.
"I told you," Armia growled, "to shut. Up."
In one fluid motion, Armia wrapped an arm around Isabella’s waist and hauled her upright. The change in position drove Armia’s cock even deeper, making Isabella cry out in ecstasy. To be fair, Armia wanted to do the same.
Armia’s other hand came up to grip Isabella’s throat, not squeezing, just holding. She used the leverage to arch Isabella’s back, bending her nearly in half.
Like this, Armia could thrust up into her and still reach Isabella’s mouth with her own.
Their tongues danced, even as Armia fucked the fox from behind. Isabella sucked Armia’s tongue into her mouth, then bit down just hard enough to sting. Armia retaliated by tightening her grip on Isabella’s throat, just for a moment, just enough to make the kitsune’s eyes roll back in pleasure.
"Close," Isabella gasped against Armia’s mouth as Armia pulled her face back. "Fuck, I’m so close-"
Armia could feel her own orgasm building. It was like a tight coil of pleasure ready to snap. She increased her pace, her thrusts becoming erratic as she chased her release.
"Cum for me," Armia demanded, her voice rough with exertion. "Now, Isabella. Cum on my cock like... Like the little slut you are."
This was decidedly unladylike talk, and yet, Armia felt it was appropriate for the moment.
Those words, combined with a particularly deep thrust, sent Isabella over the edge. She came with a howl, her cock spurting, painting the bed with rose-white.
The sight, sound, and feel of Isabella’s orgasm triggered Armia’s own. With a roar that probably woke half the manor, Armia buried herself as deep as she could go. Her cock pulsed, pumping load after load of hot cum deep into Isabella’s ass.
One, two, three, five, seven... Rope after rope of cum launched into the kitsune’s ass had her stomach looking inflated.
When Armia finally pulled out, Isabella’s asshole was left gaping, and plenty of cum followed her dick out.
They collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty, panting tangle of limbs and tails. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing.
Finally, Isabella broke the silence.
"Well," she said, her voice hoarse. "That was nice."
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Armia snorted, moving only to wrap an arm around Isabella and pull her ass closer, so Armia’s flaccid cock was sandwiched between her cheeks.
"Shut up."