Fortunately, the pearl's healing properties worked their magic, and Sohwa was back on her feet within two weeks. Considering her fragile constitution, this was nothing short of miraculous. When Dohvi had found her on the ground, wire cutting into her muzzle, he had genuinely feared the little fox wouldn't survive.
Though she had regained her strength, Sohwa grew increasingly irritable as the cold weather descended. Autumn was drawing to a close, and by nightfall the ground froze solid. As usual, Dohvi brought her breakfast, but once again she refused to so much as touch it.
"I think I'm completely frozen," she complained, burrowing deeper into the blankets. "I didn't sleep well, and I have no appetite."
"You still need to eat something," Dohvi said gently. "Otherwise you won't regain your strength."
For several days now, Sohwa had been petulant and cranky—complaining endlessly about the cold and barely touching her food. So Dohvi had prepared her favorite: sweet chestnut and red bean soup. Sohwa adored sweets, but this time she didn't even glance at the bowl. She only wrinkled her nose.
"What's the point of eating when my jaw aches from the cold?"
"But you sleep with the windows open."
"What else can I do?" She huffed. "It's too stuffy in here."
Because she complained so frequently about being cold, Dohvi kept the fire roaring in the stove all night. But now that the floor was scorching hot, Sohwa felt suffocated and threw the doors wide open.
_What a capricious creature._
"First of all, you need to fully recover, Sohwa. Eat properly and don't let yourself get chilled."
"Hmph!" was all she offered in reply, snorting dismissively.
She pretended to eat a single spoonful of soup, then flopped dramatically back onto the bed.
"You're not going to eat any more?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.
"No appetite."
Dohvi silently cleared the table and retrieved a ripe persimmon he'd been saving for just such an occasion.
"Maybe you could at least try this?"
He peeled away the thin skin and scooped out the tender, honeyed flesh with a spoon, bringing it to her lips. Her mouth opened slightly, like a baby bird.
"Tasty?"
"Yes. Sweet—just the way I like it."
Her lips trembled faintly, and the sight was both endearing and exasperating. If only she would eat properly, she'd recover so much faster.
Despite his best efforts, Sohwa accepted his offerings only reluctantly. Because of this, she grew weaker with each passing day. She began coughing at the slightest chill and avoided long walks, rarely leaving the house—as if preparing for hibernation.
Dohvi sensed that disturbing her now would be cruel beyond measure. He restrained himself as best he could, but his patience finally snapped when she began provoking him again.
"Is there more?"
Sohwa suddenly sat upright, eyeing her empty plate with disappointment. Noticing the sticky juice on Dohvi's hands, she added innocently:
"Your hands are all sticky. Come here—I'll clean them for you."
She lowered herself in front of him, took his large palms in her small ones, and began to lick them with meticulous care.
First the thumb. Then the index and middle fingers. Her tongue slid between his knuckles, circling slowly, and Dohvi watched with a darkening gaze. In the complete silence, only the wet sounds of her movements could be heard.
When Sohwa began sucking his fingers in earnest, Dohvi finally spoke, his voice low.
"Maybe you should sleep with something warm."
"What?"
"I'm talking about at night."
"Oh, yes... of course." She smiled slyly. "I wish there were something big and warm I could cuddle with. Do you have something like that?"
Dohvi's smile came slow and knowing.
He suddenly realized what this fox truly wanted—**to have cubs.** That was why she'd been holed up in her room all this time.
He remembered last winter. Sohwa had behaved similarly then, and only days later had he realized she was in heat.
The scent of Sohwa's arousal was intoxicating. Dohvi could barely resist pressing his nose to the curve of her neck. The sour-sweet fragrance tickled his senses, made his mouth water, made him want to **bite**.
He carefully dragged his fingers across his lips, never taking his eyes off her. He wanted to devour this cunning little fox as quickly as possible.
"How about sleeping with me?"
Sohwa considered for a moment, eyes sparkling with mischief. Then she nodded.
"Yes, I think your shoulder will do nicely. You're big, you smell good, and I can move around without worrying about waking you."
Dohvi laughed, feeling her sly game drawing him deeper.
And so they decided to spend the night together.
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Sohwa lay on her back, biting her lip and staring at the ceiling. She swallowed hard.
Dusk had fallen. The evening was still and cold, and though—at the mistress's insistence—not a single lamp had been lit, the darkness could not conceal what was happening between her legs.
"Mm... maybe that's enough, Dohvi?"
After a heated kiss, Dohvi had moved lower and buried his face between her thighs, as if that had been his sole intention all along. His tongue slid tirelessly over her slick folds, faster and more insistent, as though his very life depended on it.
"No," he answered curtly, without pausing.
His tongue pressed against a particularly sensitive spot, and Dohvi raised his head with a wicked grin. Their eyes met, and Sohwa—unable to bear the intensity—covered her face with her hands, trying to hide both her embarrassment and the heat flaring inside her.
"Do you want me to suck harder, like last time? Do you like it better that way?"
Sohwa merely turned her face away, unable to utter a word. Her pressed-together lips, the pleasure written across her features, the way her eyes fluttered closed—it all spoke louder than any answer she could give.
"You taste so sweet."
He spread her legs wider, lifting them slightly, and his mouth closed greedily over her swollen clit. Deep, insatiable sounds—as if he were drinking something precious—echoed in the silence until Sohwa began to moan.
While his mouth was occupied with her body, his hands slid upward to her breasts. He took her hardened nipples between his fingers, circling them gently, and a shudder rolled through Sohwa's entire frame.
"Ah... it tickles..." she gasped, trembling beneath his touch.
Her hips shifted restlessly, as if begging for his fingers to slip inside. But Dohvi relished her pleas and deliberately delayed, teasing her, prolonging the torment.
With a wet sound, he sucked greedily at her folds, then slid his tongue lower and gazed at the entrance to her core. His lips curled into a crooked grin.
"You're soaked."
Her arousal was already trickling down, leaving glistening trails on his fingers. Dohvi grabbed her ankle, and without breaking eye contact, he stared between her legs—making Sohwa squirm with self-consciousness.
"Please... faster... it tickles so much."
"Do you want me inside?"
Sohwa's gaze flickered from his tense, intimidatingly erect length to his face. She nodded quietly.
Finally, her patience was rewarded.
As if searching for the right place, he dragged his thumb over her slick entrance. Then Dohvi looked at her sternly and warned:
"Today, you don't get to finish until **I** do."
Sohwa nodded obediently. She had no idea what awaited her.
At last, Dohvi—as if coating himself in her wetness—dragged the head of his length from her clit down to her entrance. Then, pressing forward, he carefully pushed the tip into her tight opening.
"Ah..."
It was **so tight** inside. Sohwa felt as though she might split apart, but Dohvi moved slowly, deliberately, until the thickest part was fully sheathed within her.
"Ha... I'm going to push all the way in until this tight little hole takes every inch of me. So hold on."
Today, he had decided—he would finish **inside** her.
It was a moment Dohvi had fantasized about countless times. While he loved the sight of Sohwa's face painted with his release, his true desire lay elsewhere: the feeling of his seed filling her tiny womb.
And now that the moment was so close, he couldn't restrain himself. His movements grew deeper, faster.
"Dohvi... how much... how much more is there?" Her voice was weak, trembling with every thrust of his hips.
Sohwa felt as though something hard—like a serpent's body—was penetrating her endlessly. She reached down, trying to find where their bodies joined, but Dohvi pulled her hand away and spread her legs even wider, nearly pinning her to the floor.
"You have no idea how hard you're squeezing me," he hissed, feeling her inner walls greedily clenching his flesh. "Are you trying to kill me with this?"
The pressure was intense—as if she were trying to crush him. It only heightened his pleasure, but Dohvi feared that at this pace he would finish too quickly, without giving her what she deserved.
He couldn't allow himself to climax without bringing her pleasure first. His teacher's words echoed in his mind: _If a female doesn't enjoy mating with a male, she'll simply choose another the next time she's in heat._
And that was **unacceptable.**
Leaning down, Dohvi kissed Sohwa gently on the lips until her body began to relax, allowing him to move more freely. Gradually, his thrusts became more confident, more powerful.
"Aa... ah!"
**Slap. Slap.**
The thick shaft parted her narrow passage, and her inner muscles clenched as if trying to keep him trapped inside.
Sohwa couldn't even moan properly—his tongue stole every sound from her lips. **Slap! Slap!** Every time Dohvi ground his hips against hers, the head of his length struck her cervix.
The pleasure was edged with pain. As the massive member moved within her—stretching her to what felt like her breaking point—a dull ache spread through her belly, as if she were being struck from the inside.
A sharp surge of ecstasy rolled down the fox's spine, covering her from head to toe, until everything inside her **exploded** in a brilliant cascade of release. White sparks flashed before her eyes.
Sohwa felt as though she could press her hand to her stomach and feel the shape of him filling her completely. Dohvi showed no mercy, pounding mercilessly into her pulsating walls, driving his power home with ruthless precision. The rigid head reached her deepest places with every thrust, and waves of pleasure—large and small—crashed over her one after another. Her sensitive core trembled, clenching tightly around his girth.
Sohwa grabbed onto Dohvi's strong arms, barely holding on against the lightning-sharp pleasure shooting up her spine.
And then—suddenly—her mouth was filled with a sharp, scraping friction.
Her eyes, clouded with lust, widened in shock. Dohvi's tongue, which had been sliding smoothly against hers, was now covered in **rough barbs**, causing pain and an unexpected sharpness.
"Mmm...!" A muffled cry escaped Sohwa's throat.
At the same moment, she felt his length begin to swell inside her, filling her even more completely.
_This is a bad sign._
As Sohwa tried to turn away—to break the kiss—her gaze met his **glowing golden eyes**, burning brightly in the darkness.
"Ah—!"
Just as she turned her head to the side, Dohvi jerked upright. He was breathing hard, his face twisted into something feral, something hungry. He grabbed Sohwa's legs abruptly and threw them over his shoulders, folding her body nearly in half. He entered her so deeply she could barely breathe.
"Ahah!"
The head—hard as stone—struck her cervix mercilessly.
"No... no, you can't!"
Sohwa writhed, but resistance was futile. She felt Dohvi's flesh expanding, pushing her womb apart from within.
"Ah! No-o-o!"
Sweat poured down Dohvi's handsome face as he lost control, moving wildly—like a predator who had finally caught its prey. But the swollen head of his length made it nearly impossible to move. Every thrust sent tremors through both their bodies.
The force was so strong that her hips and buttocks bounced audibly with every impact.
"Ah! Stop! Please... Dohvi!"
Sohwa begged and gasped. But instead of pain, her body was consumed by a wave of **blinding pleasure**—stronger than the pain, stronger than anything she'd ever felt. She felt as though she were floating over an abyss, falling helplessly, unable to stop. Sohwa threw her head back and reached such heights of ecstasy that she couldn't even moan.
Dohvi leaned down, growled low, and buried his face in her neck. The sound was wild, animalistic—a beast's rumble. The vibration traveled through Sohwa's entire body, making her shiver uncontrollably.
"Ha..."
Sohwa couldn't resist any longer. Her body convulsed in a shattering orgasm, and at that moment—she began to gush.
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