A wet, obscene sound echoed from the place where Dohvi remained buried deep inside her. Then a gushing stream erupted—sudden, uncontrollable, never ceasing. Sohwa clutched desperately at Dohvi's neck, sobbing, but he ignored her pleas and continued to move within her. **Splash. Splash.** With every thrust, liquid sprayed outward. The place where their bodies joined was utterly drenched.
After tormenting her from within for what felt like an eternity, Dohvi gripped Sohwa tightly by the hips and drove himself in from above with one sharp, devastating thrust.
"Ah! A-ah..."
The sensation of his seed flooding her deepest places was **too much**—almost painful in its intensity. There was so much of it that she felt as though her belly might burst.
"Take it out... take it out, please! Get it out... faster... **get it out!**"
He frowned, breathing heavily, and sank his teeth into the curve of her neck. Like a predator marking the body of subdued prey, he bit down hard enough that Sohwa crested again, helpless against the wave.
"**Ah-ah!**"
Her mouth fell open, her gaze unfocused and hazy. Dohvi continued thrusting—pounding into her so forcefully that the swollen head of his length slammed against the very bottom of her core as he emptied himself inside her.
A powerful surge of pleasure clouded her consciousness entirely. His growl, the way he held her by the throat—it all left Sohwa breathless. The thrilling sensations radiating from both above and below threatened to drown her completely.
Dohvi pressed his lips to hers, running his tongue over her mouth before dragging it down her cheek. Feeling the prickle of rough stubble against her skin, Sohwa struggled to regain her senses and managed a ragged breath.
"Ha-ah..."
With each deep inhale, her fragile ribs rose visibly, and her inner walls pulsed around him, gripping him even more tightly.
As his prolonged release finally began to ebb, Dohvi started moving in slow, circular motions within her wet, semen-filled interior—like a predator savoring the spoils of a successful hunt.
But Sohwa was at her absolute limit. The sharp sensations made her jerk involuntarily. Her entrance stretched wide, and the thick, rigid head rubbed mercilessly against her deepest places with every movement.
"Enough... enough, please. Ha-ah..."
Sohwa, swept up in relentless waves of pleasure, looked impossibly alluring. Dohvi gently lowered her trembling legs and placed a soft kiss on her flushed cheek.
"My little fox."
After his release, he became affectionate and tender again—just as she was accustomed to seeing him.
But Sohwa was utterly stunned by what had just transpired.
_They say you can't trust anyone... but I never expected Dohvi to treat me so roughly._
_Oh, I can't go through this again. I just can't._
No matter how close they were, there had to be **some** sense of restraint. Dohvi had done such shameful, overwhelming things to her—despite the fact that she had always cared for him, saved him, raised him. If it happened again, she was certain she would either feel a piercing pain in her stomach or her lower abdomen would simply tear apart.
Completely exhausted, Sohwa tried weakly to push away the strong torso pressed flush against her.
"Take it out... just take it out..."
It had softened slightly, but it still remained that frightening, threatening weapon—ready to plunge back into her at any moment. Its reddened, swollen form looked terrifying, and the sensation was no less so.
"One more time."
"What? Are you **insane?**"
Sohwa stared at him in wide-eyed panic, her face flushing crimson with embarrassment. Dohvi only laughed softly.
"You liked it. I heard everything."
"That... that..."
She flushed to the tips of her ears and stammered incoherently, at a complete loss for words. But Dohvi was no longer listening. He wrapped his arms around Sohwa's fragile back and flipped her over with one sharp, effortless motion.
"**Ah-ah!**"
The hard length was still lodged inside her, moving deliberately—as if intent on splitting her apart. Now Sohwa found herself straddling Dohvi, who lay beneath her with his hands lazily folded behind his head, watching her with calm, predatory satisfaction.
Moonlight filtered through the paper windows, falling across her naked body, damp with sweat. Her smooth skin glistened, streaked with vivid red marks—the evidence of his frantic passion.
Her rounded breasts stood out especially, nipples taut and flushed scarlet. They looked breathtaking.
"Simply stunning. You're beautiful," he murmured, squeezing her sensitive peaks with both hands, tugging at them as if he couldn't get enough of the sight.
Sohwa, bracing her palm against his rock-hard abdomen, tried to pull away. But the weight of her own body only pushed him deeper, drawing a broken moan from her lips—half embarrassment, half exhaustion.
"Dohvi, I can't take anymore... enough, please. Pull out... I'm begging you..." Her voice trembled, genuine desperation coloring every word.
The flustered, pleading expression on her face was so endearingly vulnerable that Dohvi sat up, cradling the back of her head, and leaned closer.
"Please... let's stop here, okay?" She tried her best to avoid his kisses, leaning back and shifting her hips nervously.
Her pleas and confusion were so captivating that he couldn't resist. He grabbed her legs and draped them over his forearms, gripping her buttocks tightly and jerking her forward—burying himself to the hilt.
"**Ah! Aah... ah!**"
The fox's voice shattered into a hoarse, broken moan as the swollen head dragged against her inner walls and the thick shaft half-slid free before plunging back in.
The climax—though mild—crashed over Sohwa suddenly, draining what little strength remained. Her body went limp, but she struggled to brace herself, leaning back with one trembling arm against his thigh for support.
But once she found herself in this position—straddling Dohvi with her legs spread wide—she glanced down at the place where their bodies joined and felt heat flare violently across her face, threatening to burn her alive.
A slick, glistening mess of their mingled fluids coated his sculpted, stone-like abdomen, trickling from her entrance. The reddened shaft, veined and swollen, was smeared with white residue—presenting a truly obscene sight. The head, not yet fully deflated, remained lodged inside, preventing him from withdrawing completely.
"It won't work like that." Dohvi's voice was low, maddeningly calm. "If I finish again, then maybe I'll be able to pull out."
Those horrifying words made Sohwa's eyes widen, and her face turned ashen. She shook her head frantically.
"No! I can't take anymore. I feel like my stomach is going to **burst!**"
"It's not me who has to finish." He chuckled, never taking his eyes off her pulsing entrance. "It's **you**."
"You promised to ride me, remember?"
In truth, she had promised to sit on his face—but this position satisfied him just as well. Her core was revealed to him in exquisite detail: easy to touch, easier still to penetrate.
The fingers that had been caressing her hips and buttocks now slid upward, and Dohvi spread her folds apart with deliberate slowness. Then he thrust sharply upward.
"**Ah-ah!**"
Sohwa screamed as the enormous head slammed back inside. Her legs trembled involuntarily from the overwhelming blend of pain and pleasure.
Dohvi massaged her swollen clit with his thumb in slow, torturous circles while continuing to thrust deep and sharp. Semen leaked from her entrance, making everything sticky and slick, accompanied by wet, lewd sounds that filled the silence.
"Ah! Ah! **Ah!**"
The moans grew louder as the new angle caused his length to strike the upper wall of her passage. The heavy, relentless thrusts sent vibrations rippling through her entire body, making Sohwa shiver and pushing her arousal to unbearable heights.
Meanwhile, Dohvi's long, powerful hands squeezed, rubbed, and caressed her most sensitive areas, stroking the soft curve of her lower stomach.
"Can you feel how deep I am?" he whispered, pressing just below her navel.
Every time Dohvi drove himself in, her flat belly bulged faintly—and when he pulled back, it sank once more. He could feel it beneath his palm.
Watching himself disappear inside her, feeling the movement with his hand—it only heightened his excitement. Dohvi became even more convinced that Sohwa was **completely** his.
He let out a low groan and quickened his pace, thrusting mercilessly as though intent on piercing straight through her. Sohwa couldn't hold back any longer—her moans turned into shrill, desperate cries.
"Ah! **Ah-ah!**"
Her body convulsed with a powerful climax, and her entrance clenched and released him repeatedly. Dohvi continued to drive into her roughly, as if digging deeper, each time gripping her buttocks painfully.
"Ah...! Ah! Enough... **enough...**"
Every time the enormous head struck her most sensitive places, Sohwa's mind felt like it was shattering. She had lost all control over her own body.
And then—she felt it. The unmistakable pressure. The humiliating realization.
_I'm going to... no, I can't—_
Once the thought took root, she couldn't stop it. She had no strength left to tense her lower muscles.
"Ah! Stop! S-stop... Dohvi! I... I'm going to—!"
He smiled faintly and pressed gently against her clit, his movements quick and coaxing—like a tiger urging its prey forward.
"Let go," Dohvi commanded, voice low and rough.
Sohwa's thighs trembled violently.
"Ah! **No!**"
When Dohvi thrust particularly hard, a thin stream burst from her. Her entrance contracted and relaxed in rapid succession, squeezing him tightly. Fluid sprayed outward the moment it left her body.
"Don't! Don't touch—!"
Her arms and legs shook, refusing to obey her commands.
"A... **a-a-a!**"
Pleasure obliterated her thoughts, and Sohwa released a high-pitched, keening scream. Watching her writhe helplessly beneath him, Dohvi felt such a violent surge of arousal that he immediately began thrusting with wild abandon.
He couldn't restrain himself—not from such an intoxicating sight.
Buried to the hilt, he released again—hot and forceful, flooding her insides. Until the long, shuddering climax subsided, Dohvi held Sohwa tightly by the hips and refused to let go.
"Ah-ah! **A-ah...**"
She screamed once more, then went completely limp and collapsed against his chest. Dohvi, cradling her trembling body, continued biting her neck and never ceased the slow roll of his hips.
"Hmm... uh..."
Sohwa was crying—both inside and out. The mingled fluids coated the place where their bodies joined, making everything impossibly slick.
Dohvi, holding her weakened form with one arm, used his free hand to stroke the place where they were still connected—where her taut, stretched entrance greedily embraced him. This tightness, molded perfectly to him, ignited his desire all over again.
"Do you know how incredible this feels right now?" he murmured against her ear. "You've adapted **perfectly** to me."
The realization that Sohwa was entirely, irrevocably **his** washed over him in waves, driving him harder. A fresh surge of arousal stripped away what little restraint remained, and without hesitation, he pulled almost completely free—only to slam back in with deep, punishing thrusts. Each time the sensitive tip dragged against her inner walls, Sohwa jerked like a fish pulled from water.
Even after finishing, Dohvi was in no hurry to withdraw. He continued to savor her body, moving languidly within her, until the first light of dawn crept through the windows. Only when the utterly exhausted Sohwa finally drifted into unconsciousness did he pull out his now noticeably softened length.
Gently brushing the sweat-dampened strands of black hair from her forehead, he leaned close and whispered in her ear:
"When you go into heat next time, I'll take you from behind. I'm certain you'll love it."
But Sohwa couldn't answer. Drained by the night's relentless pleasure, she slept deeply—unaware of the possessive promise he had just made.
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