He’s a Fox Ch 111(NSFW)

Chapter 111 Side Story 6(NSFW)

After savoring his fill of Hohyun’s lips, Kangwoon began in earnest to explore Hohyun’s body. He moved on to the places he had avoided before, worried that the innocent youngster might try to run, and, as expected, each time his hand reached or his mouth descended somewhere new, Hohyun started and squirmed. Yet the tiger, armed with the convenient pretext of a rut, did not pull back in the least, and all through the night Hohyun had to endure being bitten and sucked over and over again.

By the end, his mind was teetering. Just as there was no place left untouched by Kangwoon’s mouth or hands, his consciousness cut out like an appliance switched off. Whether he had fallen asleep or fainted, he couldn’t say. Before he could even be properly stunned by this unprecedented event, he had to wake again soon after—because the tiger kept on, whether Hohyun’s eyes were closed or not.

The rush of pleasure the moment he reopened his eyes filled Hohyun with dread. At this rate, he felt he really might die. To be reported in the news as someone who perished while matching his lover’s rut—it was the sort of thing that could make headlines.

What scared him most was that even as he sensed the crisis of death by overexertion, there had been no penetration at all. Apart from occasionally rubbing his shaft against Hohyun’s skin, Kangwoon never directly acted out his own desire.

With instinct a step ahead of reason, the tiger’s trait of never proceeding to the main event without consent manifested strongly; but not being a biologist, Hohyun knew nothing of such inner workings and could only tremble at the alarm bell ringing in his head.

Unwilling to die like this, Hohyun quietly sought a way to survive. Running was out of the question—his whole body was limp—so he had to hope the beast, currently latched to his chest and baring his teeth lightly, would retreat of his own accord. Blinking through the stickiness of tears that had flowed reflexively, he made up his mind and, trembling, turned his body the other way.

Kangwoon’s heavy, molten gaze tracked Hohyun as he turned. It slid down along his shoulder blades and spine, coming to rest on the rounded swell of his buttocks. Listening to the roughening breaths, Hohyun forced his legs apart.

It was barely more than a twitch—he was so drained—but Kangwoon climbed over him as if he had been waiting. With a heavy weight, Hohyun’s body pressed into the mattress, and almost simultaneously something hot and hard rubbed against his rear. It was unmistakably Kangwoon’s cock, which had been asserting its presence all along. With not the slightest resistance, the shaft entered. The ease of the entry was so shocking that Hohyun felt a flicker of terror.

Like the rest of him, Kangwoon’s cock boasted a size well outside the norm. For something like that to slide in so easily—surely his body had broken. Whether he feared the unknown or not, his body prepared, as if on instinct, for what would come next. Breath hitching at the promise of the oncoming pleasure, he suddenly felt something unfamiliar. The slow, steady slide inside felt… off.

“Hnngh—ugh…!”

A normal shaft, aside from the tip, should be smooth; yet he felt a pebbled texture. He tried to lift himself to glance back in alarm, but Kangwoon clamped his teeth on the nape of his neck. Sharp canines pressed firmly into the skin. While Hohyun froze with that vital spot held, the tiger above him exhaled roughly. Gathering the scraps of patience left and confirming that the lower entrance was accepting him without trouble, Kangwoon began to move in earnest to release what he had restrained.

Each time Kangwoon rolled his hips, Hohyun lost his bearings. Entry felt strange enough, but the apex was the withdrawal. Along the shaft, bulging nodules raked through the softened inner flesh at random. On a wall inflamed by repeated climaxes, the stimulation was excessive. His fingers, flung forward in desperation, hooked a pillow. He dragged it close and buried his face.

The intensity of it made his consciousness flicker. He might have kicked at Kangwoon as he thrashed, but he wasn’t sure—neither the one who struck nor the one struck was in their right mind.

Thud, thud—the dull sounds came, and with each, Hohyun’s groin grew wetter. Clear fluid seeped from the tip and soaked the sheet, to the point of pooling. Perhaps the mess from a night of repeated discharges made new traces unnoticeable. When his body brushed the fabric soaked as if submerged, Hohyun discovered something new—that even that contact could be a stimulus. Already at his limit, he lifted his hips in a desperate attempt to avoid the unwelcome touch.

The mattress creaked, issuing a death rattle. It was as if it screamed in place of Hohyun, whose voice was muffled by the pillow. Meanwhile the shaft burrowed deeper and deeper. A place so far in that neither hand nor tongue could reach welcomed the intruder with joy under repeated stimulation.

As Hohyun gulped against the rise of nausea, another climax—he’d lost count—ripped through him. Had he wrung out the very dregs? Nothing came from the rigidly erect shaft. A tail had sprung out at some point and tried to cover his groin, but with such an imposing guest already there, it could only flick uselessly at the air.

Kangwoon’s gaze, the cause of all this, drifted to the black tail. In a one-track mind, another thought suddenly arose. His hand came down on the tail, which had become scruffy and bedraggled in patches. If he miscalculated anything, it was that he currently had no control over his strength.

Unintended though it was, the near-snatching grab made Hohyun shake his head urgently. Tail and ears weren’t erogenous zones, but they were sensitive. Even when nothing else was happening, a touch there could feel odd; during such a peak of stimulation, it was unbearable.

“Hih—ugh!” He writhed with all his might to escape, but with his strength drained from every limb, he couldn’t achieve anything meaningful. Naturally, the beast, already highly aroused, was further sparked by the pitiful attempt.

Taking Hohyun’s movement as an attempt to flee, Kangwoon stopped. Deciding that the bite to the nape was ineffective, the tiger thought of a second tactic and raised his body. Since they were joined below, Hohyun had to follow, half against his will. While he paused to catch his breath, the sudden change hit him like a thunderclap; he grabbed at Kangwoon’s arm, which was braced at his waist.

The tiger hoisted the fox as if he weighed nothing and strode toward the wall. Even then, the connection within remained, forcing breathy, tear-tinged pants from Hohyun. Upon reaching the spot, Kangwoon pressed him to the wall.

Perhaps because of their height difference, Hohyun’s feet merely brushed the floor. Thus, the task of holding his weight fell entirely to Kangwoon. Whether he wanted it or not, the consequence of defying gravity landed here. Feeling the shaft drive in deep regardless of his will, Hohyun rubbed his brow weakly against the wall.

If they faced each other, he could at least cling to his neck, but as it was, they were squarely facing forward together. Even bracing his hands against the wall found nothing to grip, so only the wallpaper suffered. The ends of his fingers tightened and sharpened.

For once, a partial transformation—failed at every needed moment before—came through. Not as hard as a tiger’s, but the solid claws sent the wallpaper to its demise. Each time Hohyun struggled and scraped the wall, Kangwoon, intent on reining in the body’s effort to rise, drew him downward.

Realizing there was no way to break free, Hohyun sniffled; Kangwoon raised a hand to seize his chin. Judging by the way he leaned forward, he was aiming for a kiss, but the sulking fox turned his head away and set his teeth against the hand instead of answering him.

“Hih—let me…”

At the wet, breathy plea, Kangwoon let out a small sigh. Almost at the same moment that his grip on Hohyun’s hips tightened, the shaft within throbbed and spilled. Thinking it was finally over, Hohyun’s body slackened.

At least once was done; then surely this would end. A rut doesn’t vanish like magic after a single release, but it could be enough to bring a sliver of sense back. Watching Hohyun’s back as he panted raggedly, Kangwoon stepped back. There was a hint of reluctance in his steps toward the bed, and Hohyun trembled with a fresh ripple of fear.