Sohwa bit her lip until it stung.
She felt a burning shame, but at the same time, she couldn't bring herself to push Dohvi away. When desire overwhelmed her, she lost all control of her body and became nothing more than an animal, driven entirely by instinct.
Luckily, it hadn't come to that this time—but last night... the bold tiger had handled her body with such devastating skill that Sohwa, lost in a haze of lust, had sobbed aloud with pleasure.
Although she found it hard to believe she would ever seek out and use something like a phallus on herself, the persistent feeling of emptiness below was all too obvious to ignore.
Taking a deep, shaky breath, the fox slowly reached her hand back. Even when she tried to examine herself in the mirror, that secret place remained stubbornly hidden.
As she carefully spread her cheeks, she felt his large, warm hand rest on her arm to guide her.
"Harder. Like this."
She spread herself so wide that the delicate skin of her entrance stretched tight. At that moment, Sohwa was so overcome with mortification that she could barely breathe.
_Is this a dream or reality? If only this were a bad dream..._
The fox buried her face in his side, trying desperately to hide. Her ears glowed scarlet. The very fact that Dohvi was looking at her so intently—examining her most private place—made Sohwa tremble, her breath catching in her throat.
Dohvi didn't seem to notice her distress. He studied her with clinical focus, as if he were a physician carefully inspecting a wound.
"Everything is very red. Originally, it was a soft pink."
He slowly parted her swollen labia, then brushed his thumb lightly against her clitoris.
"Ah!" Sohwa cried out, throwing her head back in protest. "Don't touch... just look!"
Her face was flushed the color of a ripe persimmon.
Dohvi chuckled low in his throat.
_Her lower lips are watering, yet her upper lips are saying the opposite. What a cheeky fox._
Her denial only fueled his desire. Her sly, contradictory behavior irritated him in the most delightful way.
"Alright, I won't touch," he said with feigned kindness.
Sohwa, reassured by his promise, buried her face against his side once more.
"Is it... broken?"
His fingers parted her folds again, and the small opening—tight as a grain of rice—contracted and released in a subtle rhythm. Another drop of clear liquid trickled down, and Dohvi laughed softly.
"It didn't break. Everything is fine."
_Before I entered, this place was so tightly closed it was impossible to find. But as soon as I looked, it became clear: there it was, the very hole where my cock had been buried all night._
It was dripping with obscene moisture, clenching and unclenching incessantly—as if begging to be filled again. This was proof, undeniable and physical, that Sohwa was his mate.
"But you know... there's clearly something left inside."
"What?"
"Look. It's leaking, even though I'm not touching you."
Sohwa remained silent, but she felt it herself. When she had started examining herself, everything had been dry. But the moment she opened herself for him, moisture had begun to ooze betrayal.
Dohvi moved his hand slowly, causing the sticky wetness to make lewd, squelching sounds as the hole closed and then peeled open again.
"It looks like it's deep down there," he murmured.
Sohwa swallowed hard. Despite her shame, her breathing grew heavier, and the moisture increased. Lying on her stomach, she felt the slickness trickle down to her urethra and pool around her clitoris. The tickling sensation made her legs twitch involuntarily.
Unlike her body, which was already radiating heat, Dohvi seemed completely composed. He asked indifferently:
"Shall I pull it out?"
His voice was calm—as if implying that if she didn't answer immediately, he would simply pull her underwear up and be done with it.
The silence stretched for several agonizing seconds.
"If you don't like me touching you, then there's nothing to be done."
Without a hint of regret, Dohvi calmly began to remove his hand from her. Sohwa, her heart sinking with sudden panic, cried out in despair:
"That... wait... can you... pull it out?"
Dohvi smiled. Then, smoothing his expression into seriousness, he said:
"I will do this for you."
Turning to look at Sohwa, who was still hiding her face against his ribs, Dohvi lifted her hips higher.
"This might be cold."
There was the sound of a cork popping. He had barely finished speaking when something cold and blunt touched her entrance.
"A-a-a! What... what is this?" she shrieked.
Sohwa started kicking her legs in protest, and Dohvi slapped her bottom—not painfully, but firmly enough to make her wince and freeze.
"Quiet."
A sweet, floral aroma filled the room. He poured a viscous liquid onto her entrance, then set the small jug aside. Sohwa followed his hand with wide, suspicious eyes.
"What is that? Where did you get it?"
"Someone gave it to me."
His casual answer didn't satisfy her curiosity. The more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed: Dohvi was far too skilled at these things. How could that be? For all she knew, he should have been a virgin too!
"Who? Who gave you this? Do you have anyone but me? **Who?**"
She was about to demand where he had met this mysterious person, but at that moment, his long, thick finger slid inside her without warning.
"**Ah-ah!**"
He penetrated deeply, seemingly touching her very bones, and the feeling of fullness was so intense that Sohwa went rigid. How many fingers had he inserted? It felt like a fist, but it was just his middle finger—yet even that felt like too much.
"Mm..."
Her vaginal walls clamped so tightly around his finger that she felt she could trace every joint and knuckle with her insides.
"I heard it somewhere," he murmured vaguely.
Dohvi began to move his finger in and out.
"Ah! Ah! **Ah!**"
Obscene, wet smacking sounds filled the silence. His finger struck the upper wall of her passage with rhythmic precision, and Sohwa was stunned by how quickly she began to flood. His knee pressed against her stomach, squeezing her cunt from the outside.
His hand made a gurgling sound as it moved, like stirring water, and Sohwa's breathing hitched into rapid, shallow gasps. Her eyes fluttered closed, and a wave of pure pleasure rolled through her body.
Just as she was teetering on the verge of orgasm, Dohvi suddenly stopped.
"No... no..." Sohwa muttered, shaking her head frantically.
But his finger slid out completely.
"Ah."
The loss made Sohwa flinch and look at him with desperate, pleading eyes.
"It looks like there's nothing inside," Dohvi said, looking at her as if nothing had happened, smiling cheerfully.
His face was so calm, so composed, that it was hard to believe he had just been inside her.
"Dohvi... Dohvi..."
Sohwa shook her head, begging him without words not to stop. The feeling of emptiness between her legs was driving her insane. She swayed her hips like a tail, trying to entice him, but Dohvi remained motionless.
"Please... please... make me feel good, like yesterday... please..."
Sohwa rubbed her crotch against his knee, breathing heavily, abandoning all pride.
"There... it's so ticklish there. It tickles, I can't stand it anymore."
"Where exactly?"
"Dohvi..."
Sohwa looked as though she were about to burst into tears. Her eyes, dark and round like berries, swam with moisture. Dohvi gently stroked the fox's hair, then traced her trembling lips with his thumb.
"Where **exactly**?"
His voice was firm, demanding she say it aloud. Eventually, Sohwa broke.
_Damn tiger! Damn tiger! Who brought me to this state? Who made me so depraved?!_
Shame and disgrace filled her, threatening to tear her apart from the inside.
She stomped her foot in impotent anger, but laughter rumbled from above.
As soon as Sohwa looked up—eyes full of tears and fury—her buttocks were spread wide again.
"**Ah-ah!**"
Her toes curled as he delivered an instantaneous, thrusting blow to the spot that itched so intensely. As if making amends for stopping, Dohvi thrust in and out sharply and deeply, moving his wrist with forceful precision.
"Ah... ah! **Ah!**"
"You're so cute, I'm going crazy," Dohvi muttered, his voice rough as he continued to pound into her with his fingers.
He pulled Sohwa against him and began to bite her ear and neck, marking her.
"I want to swallow you whole. From head to toe."
"A-ah... ah... **a-ah!**"
Dohvi gritted his teeth, feeling the tell-tale clench of her muscles signaling how close she was.
"I want your heat to start soon. Then I'll shove my cock into that pussy and never take it out again."
While they enjoyed themselves, the sun set and the moon rose high above the peaks. With each passing day, the nights grew longer.
A harsh winter lay ahead.
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