She spoke those words with every ounce of courage she possessed. But Dohvi, known for his cunning nature, only raised his eyebrows in feigned surprise.
"Where?"
Sohwa, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, looked at him with utter despair.
"Maybe on your face again, like last time?" His lips curved into a slow smile. "That was beautiful."
Dohvi's grin only increased her frustration. He seemed especially pleased with himself today.
"Well?" He tilted his head, studying her. "Where should I give it to you?"
Her lips trembled as though she was about to say something, but at the last moment, she changed her mind. Sohwa glared at him bitterly and jumped to her feet.
"That's it! I've had enough! I'll find someone more **obedient**!"
Dohvi laughed quietly at her wounded declaration, and before she could storm away, he wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"A-a-ah!"
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Let me go!" she shrieked as he lifted her clean off her feet.
But Dohvi just continued laughing and carried her straight toward the bedroom.
"I'm here," he murmured against her ear. "I'm yours."
"Hmph!" She snorted, pouting stubbornly.
"I'm sorry I teased you." His voice softened into something almost pleading. "I'll make you feel good. Forgive me, Sohwa. Please?"
She just pressed her lips together tightly, still offended by his constant teasing.
"I promise," he whispered, lowering his voice to a dangerous rumble, "after what I do to you, you won't **want** to look for another."
The corners of his lips lifted slightly. Despite his apparent ease, he himself was far from calm.
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Finally, Sohwa's heat had begun—the moment Dohvi had been waiting for with desperate, barely restrained anticipation. He wanted to rip her clothes off and bury his nose in the curve of her soft, fragrant skin. The tiger in him had to fight the urge to press himself against her yielding body and leave bruising marks of possession all over her.
Dohvi kissed her with such fierce passion it felt as though he wanted to swallow her whole. Without wasting another second, he turned Sohwa onto her stomach.
"Ah!"
She flinched in surprise, and he licked a slow, deliberate line up the side of her neck before letting out a low, muffled groan.
"The scent has definitely changed." His voice was rough with need. "My fox really **is** in heat."
A large hand slid lower, teasing her swollen clit with feather-light touches before tapping it gently. Sohwa shuddered with each contact. Dohvi continued his slow descent, stroking her slick folds with reverent care.
"There's already a flood here."
His fingers, coated in her viscous arousal, moved with deliberate precision, spreading her wetness all over her entrance.
"Everything is dripping... You like it when I touch you, don't you?"
Sohwa flushed crimson and buried her face in the soft pillow, refusing to answer.
"When does **your** heat start?" she muttered incoherently into the fabric.
"I'm in it **all the time** because of you, Sohwa." His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Every night I cum imagining how I take you. I cum on your face... and deep inside your sweet pussy."
Dohvi ran his hand slowly over her tightly clenched entrance and let out a low, satisfied chuckle.
"You didn't even notice. I've been in mating season the entire time."
"Then why..."
_Why haven't you entered me yet?_
Unable to bear the ache any longer, Sohwa lifted her hips, deliberately brushing against his rigid length where it pressed hot and insistent against her lower back. In any other situation, she would have been mortified—but today was different.
"Do you want me inside?"
"Yes..."
"Oh, you..." He exhaled sharply. "Lustful little fox. You're already soaked."
But Dohvi continued to tease, taking his sweet time, and Sohwa—unable to resist any longer—began rocking her hips, trying desperately to rub herself against his cock. Even this gentle friction felt so overwhelmingly good that she couldn't hold back a moan.
In response, Dohvi spread her legs even wider, gripping her buttocks firmly with both hands. Then he pulled her arms forward, forcing her to brace herself on her elbows, and lifted her hips high into the air. Now she was kneeling, her bottom raised in shameless offering.
"Hold yourself open for me."
Dohvi gripped her cheeks with his hands and immediately buried his face between her thighs.
"Oh, **no**...!"
Sohwa cried out as his mouth descended on her entrance. But the fox quickly surrendered, giving in to his relentless pressure once again. It seemed to her that Dohvi enjoyed this part as much as the act of penetration itself—otherwise, why did he lick with such single-minded enthusiasm every single time?
"Ah! Ah-ah...!"
She moaned helplessly as his tongue delved deeper, pressing insistently against her opening. He was more persistent than ever, lapping up her arousal with greedy strokes.
"The taste has changed. Sweeter than usual."
Her body arched under his hands, and he only pressed her closer, continuing to explore her entrance with his tongue.
"Please... enough... I can't take it anymore! Put it in... **put it in!**"
Sohwa begged desperately, but Dohvi didn't even insert a finger. He continued tormenting her with his tongue until thick strands of arousal began dripping onto the floor beneath them.
"Ah! Enough... stop it..."
Sohwa tried to roll over—to lie on top of him, or sit as they usually did, face-to-face.
"Hmm... put it in... put it in, **please!**"
She bucked her hips, trying to shake off Dohvi, who clung to her like a leech, and grunted in defiance. But he merely slapped her sharply on the rear, as if training a disobedient animal.
"Oh, how impatient you are, my little fox."
"I can't stand it... I can't stand it anymore, Dohvi, please... **please**, put it in... put it in..."
Sohwa's cheeks were flushed scarlet, and she was panting heavily. Dohvi chuckled softly, ran his hand over her burning face, then gripped her roughly and lifted her hips higher.
"Ah!"
"I warned you."
His voice dropped into a low, dangerous growl as he gently bit down on the shell of her ear.
"I told you that when you started going crazy with heat, I'd take you from behind. Don't you remember?"
He thrust sharply into her in one brutal stroke. Sohwa **screamed** as he entered her fully—like a weapon forged to destroy everything in its path.
"**Fuck**..."
Dohvi froze and threw his head back, barely containing the overwhelming urge to spill inside her immediately. Her inner walls, swollen with arousal, clenched around him with a force beyond anything he'd imagined.
He tapped her slender thighs gently, spreading them as wide as possible, then gripped her hips and yanked her sharply toward him. From this angle, he could see everything—the folds of her entrance stretched obscenely around his girth, the tight pucker of her other hole trembling above.
"Don't squeeze me like that. I won't cum until you **finish** first."
"Ah... no, I... **oh!**"
He pulled back slowly, then drove into her again with such force that Sohwa shook so violently she nearly collapsed face-first into the bedding.
"Ah... you're squeezing too hard. Shit, are you trying to **eat** me?"
Unable to contain himself, Dohvi cursed through gritted teeth, gripping her hips even harder and leaving bruising fingerprints on her pale skin. With a brutal thrust, he buried himself to the base once more, and Sohwa shuddered from the sheer depth of his penetration.
"Ah! Ah... too deep, Dohvi, **too deep**..."
Snow-white hands scrabbled weakly, trying to push him away, but Dohvi—lost in the heat of his rut—caught her wrists and began driving himself even deeper, rough and merciless.
"Ah! Ah! Too deep! Y-you... **ah!**"
His hard thighs slammed against her soft buttocks with dull, rhythmic thuds, pushing ever deeper. The swollen head of his cock mercilessly parted her tender inner folds, reaching all the way to her cervix before dragging back out again.
Her screams dissolved into sweet, broken moans. Her body alternately gripped his thick member and then released it in helpless spasms.
Dohvi's forceful thrusts brought Sohwa to a shattering climax—she burst into tears, collapsing face-down as another powerful stroke made her lose all control. Fluid gushed from her entrance as though a dam had broken.
"Ha..."
Dohvi breathed heavily, brow furrowed in concentration. He continued moving roughly, showing no mercy to her tight, oversensitized passage. Then he grabbed Sohwa by the hair and jerked her upright so he could see her face.
Her thin, limp body resembled a weak, trembling fawn. Prey caught off-guard, cowering and shaking with fear. He pressed a gentle kiss to her fragile neck and whispered softly against her skin:
"You have an amazing pussy. I should have taken you from behind from the very beginning."
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