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An Angel Bred in the Steam

By Dusk Sarsis

The door closes with a soft click, and a sigh as a tall, dark furred kitsune steps into the hall of his home. He smiles as he is greeted with the familiar scents within the nearby library, and it's smell of ink and parchment always made him feel more relaxed. He sheds his coat and his sword, setting them in the alcove near the door before he heads further inside. Already another familiar scent tickles at his nose, though it's a little different today. He can't quite place it right away, only that it is intermingled with the scent of his pet and baby-girl. He follows the scent deeper into their home, pursuing it to join her at her side.

He follows her scent upstairs, smiling as it grows stronger the closer he gets to their bedroom. He was just starting to realize what that scent was, by how his body reacted to it with every breath he took. He can hear the water now, enchanted pipes delivering steaming water that he can't help but picture running through her fur. He does not settle for imagining it, and pushes open the door to the master bath, stepping quietly inside. He draws open the curtain behind her and takes a moment to just enjoy the sight of her body, the water glistening in her fur as it clings to the skin beneath, accentuating every detail of her toned body and the way she moves as she washes herself.

Dusk smiles for a moment as he brings a paw up, starting to unbutton his shirt and unbuckle the belt of his pants. He pushes them down, exposing his sheath as he silences an eager growl. His pants hit the ground with a soft thump, but he smiles as Aingeal seems not to notice. He steps over the rim of the tub and into the spray of the water, his eyes closing as he enjoys the heat rising around them both now. Her scent is clear now. Heat, fertility, need, it fills the air around her and makes his turgid cock push further out of his sheath, glistening in the mist coming off her where the water hits her fur.

With one more deep breath, drinking in her scent, he steps forward. His paws slide around her waist, grasping the vixen lover he desired more with every passing second, and drawing her back against himself. Her gasp of surprise only makes him smile while his muzzle dips down to press against the side of her neck. He kisses her firmly, lips suckling on the side of her neck to leave a mark beneath her fur, a hickey right underneath her collar, where her neck curves into her shoulder. His claws kneaded into her hips, just holding her for a moment. His breath was hot against the side of her neck, and as she relaxes back against him upon realizing who it was that hat slipped into the shower with her, he just smiles. Her weight against his chest, and her tail drawn just far enough to the side for his sheath and growing cock to nestle in the cleft of those cheeks were pleasing after a long stressful day. He lived for those moments, coming home to his girls, and releasing every bit of that stress with them in the most intimate and passionate ways.

He leans in, pressing his chest more firmly against her back, so that she would feel the beating of her lover's heart between her shoulders. His paws run down along her sides, following the natural curve of her body as she sways against him. There are no words exchanged, they both knew what they wanted, what they needed, and did not need to say anything to drive each other wild. Her tail coils around his waist, embracing him even as his fingers glide over the curve of her hips down, but not between her legs. Not yet. Instead, they move over her lower belly, just below her navel, to a dark mark on her belly. He traces the crescent at the top, and down over the orb. Three fingers press against her fur and splay slowly out as they follow the tails of her tattoo down, and only then slide between her legs. The tattoo, his mark, showing the world that she was his. This treasure in his arms belonged to him, and him alone.

His fingers circle her clit to coax the first sweet moan from her lips, pressing just a little tighter against that nub. He eases his fingers further down the length of her slit and curls them up, pressing them inside her with slow strokes. He savors the heat enveloping the tips of his digits as they nudge her upper walls, toward her navel to tease that bundle of nerves within her that he knew so well, listening to her deepening breaths and the moans that escape her before they had even truly begun. His other paw on her hip tugs her back, this time to turn her around to face him. He drinks in the sight of her body, the way she undulates as his fingers work in and out of her sodden sex, and how the fur clings to those bare breasts and the flat belly he was already imagining fat with their pups instead. Indeed, her fertile scent fills the air now, the aroma of a vixen in heat. Her need was clear and he was not going to make her wait much longer for her master and lover to make her a mother.

He leans forward, kissing her long and hard. His lips are locked with her own, his tongue pushes into her muzzle to meet hers in an intimate dance. He tastes her, her breath fills his muzzle with each moan he coaxes from her. It excites him, and he knows from how she presses into him, that it excites her just as much. He holds that kiss even as his fingers at last slip from inside her, they glide instead down her thighs and through her fur. He leaves a trail of her own nectar through her fur, only for it to be washed away soon after by the water cascading over them both. He hooks both paws behind her thighs and with a step forward, lifts her up off her feet to pin her back against the cool tiles of the shower wall. He has eyes now only for her, and hers for him, their own heat seeming more intense in the moment than the steam rising around them.

Dusk rocks his hips slowly against Aingeal, so that the underside of his turgid cock slides up and down her mound. He coats his length in her nectar as it glides between her soft, soaked labia. Each humping motion forward against her grinds his length against her clit to coax fresh, sweet moans from her while their mutual excitement builds with every passing moment. Again, and again his hips thump against her own, but he does not sink into her. Not yet. He lets her feel him pressed against her, lets her feel him throbbing, twitching, precum smeared against her lower belly to mat her fur while he holds her in his arms, helpless to his lust for her, and his desire to tease her, still silenced by their passionate kiss.

Finally, his lips part from her own, breaking the kiss and dipping his head down instead. He lets his fangs brush against her throat, teasing the soft fur above her collar. He trails his muzzle down to the front, brushing across the lock at the front, and the tag baring his mark. He can't help but smile remembering the day he put it on her and made her forever his. He lurches forward, driving her hips back against the wall with a thump as each grind drags him further down, at last approaching the moment he would take her. Their mutual need too strong now to make her wait much longer. He whispers softly against her throat.

"Say it baby-girl...~"

She whines at those words, but answers him immediately "I'm yours... I'm yours, please! N-no more teasing... Master! Breed me!"

With those pleading words, the only things they'd said to each other since he stepped into the shower, he drives himself into her. Inch after turgid inch of his cock sinks into her pussy. He takes her roughly with that first stroke, burying inch after inch of his bare member inside her. His cock twitches wildly in her buttery depths the moment he sheaths himself in his vixen, his balls clapping against her ass as he hilts himself within her. His muzzle parts against her throat in the same moment that he takes her, running only far enough down that when he sinks those teeth in, they press against the curve between her neck and shoulder below her collar now. He breaks skin but does not dig them in so deep as to harm her. He marks her still another way as his. All the while, the steam around them seems to grow thicker and more intense with their passion and desire for one another.

With each stroke her body rocks against his own, sliding up against the shower wall before he draws back, and she falls once more into his arms. His cock surges into her, filling her as her juices run down that throbbing spire. Each throb inside her sends ribbons of his precum into her belly, marking her folds with his virile scent. He savors the scent of her heat growing more intense as her arousal and now her pleasure build. His fur rubs against her own, covering her in his scent while his lungs fill with her own. His claws knead into her thighs, dragging through her fur with shallow scratches left behind. He lurches forward into her again, mashing his hips against hers as he pulls her back against himself, making her take every inch of him with a muffled snarl against her neck where his fangs now hold her firmly in place. There would be no stopping them now, not until her heat was sated.

He can feel where her belly touches his, the way it bulges with the outline of his cock each time he drives himself into her. Her slender body reshaped by every plunge of his cock into her. He can feel how her walls stretch so perfectly around him, having shaped her to fit him perfectly long ago, and once more re-making that indelible mark within her. He ensures with each thump of their bodies meeting that she would never forget the shape of him, the size of him inside her, and how he'd molded her again and again to fit him. Like a key in a lock, no other completed her so perfectly as her master and mate. Another hard stroke and he'd listen to her caterwaul cry of orgasm, the first of them tearing through her body while her depths ripple around him and squeeze every inch of him.

He savors the way her sex milks him through her first climax, while his steady pace works deeper inside her all the while. He fells the first kiss of his knot meeting those soft labia, and how he bottoms out inside her. He can't help but grin against the side of her neck when he feels the tapered head of his rod kissing her very womb, dimpling her cervix with each stroke. He pushes a little harder, just to weaken the only thing between him and his lover's womb. His paws tightened around her, pulling her down so as to press his tip against that dimple, just to pry it a little further open. For many he knew it would hurt, but for her, he knew she'd love the moment her master slid through to the soft womb beyond, leaving nothing left in his way.

He grinds his knot against her sex, each time a little thicker as it wedges between his pets labia, parting them wider as he takes her with that growing pace. By now the rhythmic thump of his hips shoving her up against the wall echo relentlessly through the bathroom and out to the room beyond. Surely the whole house heard her cry of orgasm, and it only excited him. He'd have bent her over in the main hall as readily as he was doing right here and now.

His balls clapping against her churn with a potent load of cum he's determined to sow into her fertile fields, and where they were at the time mattered little. His eyes drift closed now, letting himself get further lost in the moment, relishing her warmth, the squeezing of her sex and how her dripping nectar ran down his balls as they clapped against her, even the feel of those sticky strings connecting them when he pulled back, snapping and quickly lost in the running water. Her scent clings to him the same as his clung to her, and the heady aroma of her heat drove him endlessly on.

The thick knot slapping against her pussy slowly spreads her entrance wider. Each time it pushes against her, a little more of that thick knot at his base sinks into his baby-girl. He puts his weight into each stroke while he feels her legs drawing up against his sides as she gets closer to her own orgasm. Every time his knot ground against her, it was pressed right up against her clit and sending pleasure coursing through her body as she's fucked and bred. His fangs tighten a little more, pressing into her shoulder when they both feel the first soft pop of his knot sinking home inside her. For just a moment he thinks he might not be able to pull free. As he pulls his hips back, he feels her pussy tighten around them, and a moment later her walls relax. His knot slips free with a second pop. He keeps pumping it right back into her, slapping across her clit each time it's driven into her snatch. He gapes her pussy while he ruts her in that moment of mutual passion, but knows their moment is rapidly approaching, the end just around the corner. In just moments more her womb would be his once again.

Once, twice more he drives his knot into her while her pussy squeezes around him, and a grin crosses his lips, against her shoulder, as he hears her cry out for him. Her sweet voice echoes through the shower as she starts to tense up in his arms and against the wall. Her back arches, pushing herself forward against him and down upon his cock in the same moment, such that they both feel his knot driven into her once more while she cums. He feels the splash of heat spilling down his cock, squirting against his groin when she cums for him one more time, her juices spilling over his balls.

"D-daddy! Dusk!"

With her orgasm her buttery depths had tightened around him, and as she came on his cock, he remained embedded inside her just long enough for his knot to balloon inside her. The thick bulb at the base of his cock bulges her pussy lips around his length, the shape of it clear in her mound and lower belly as they're locked together at last. He tugs back, confirming their tie with a low growl rolling from his throat only to rock forward into her again. He drives the last inches behind his knot into his pet, mashing the head of his cock up against her cervix, only for the growing swell of his cock to push his tip ever so slightly through the last barrier in his way, leaving her vulnerable, fertile womb at his mercy.

The potent balls pressed against her ass draw taut against her, pulling up so she'd feel the first pulse, and the second, and every pulse that follows. Thick ropes of his cum rush up the length embedded in her cunt, making the outline on her belly of his cock throb. His length kicks inside her with the first rope that escapes him, battering against the furthest walls of her womb. Again and again, he rocks forward into her, dumping those long hot ribbons of his spunk into her belly, glutting his pet with the excess volume of her master's load. His balls keep pulsing as he claims her, breeding her till they practically ache from the force of his release, and she can feel the fur of her belly growing taut as his seed bulges her womb. His essence spills back through her passage, and his shape in her belly grows less defined while his cum gives her a preview of the baby bump she would sport in the months to come.

Billions of energetic vulpine sperm now line her womb, swimming through her depths as her lover keeps rocking into her. He drains even the dredges of his load into her pussy, making sure she takes every drop. Somewhere, deep inside his pet, her eggs now lay in a sea of his seed, while their writhing bodies soon find and press against them. As he releases her shoulder, and leans up to kiss her instead, a long, soft, passionate kiss, the first of them breach the membranes, and with a little flash of light as zinc reacts, her future is set in stone. One after another her waiting eggs are penetrated, fertilized, settling into the walls of her womb, promising their family would soon grow.

They spend several minutes panting against one another, his paws running slowly through her fur as they savor the afterglow together. Dusk reaches out to the runes, switching off the running water with a quiet huff. There'd be no more getting clean tonight. He lifts Aingeal slowly up off the wall, into his arms and against his chest as he turns. Together they make their way out of the shower, only grabbing the towel to throw it over the bed before he collapses onto the sheets with her. They leave a trail of water from the shower to the bed, and the towel quickly soaks through, leaving the sheets wet, yet they cannot find it in them to care in that moment. All things were problems for tomorrow.

He runs his paws through her fur for a while longer, both find their way to her belly to caress the swell of his seed inside her, caressing her with a small smile. He gives his girl a long, soft kiss, savoring the taste of her lips upon his own as they lay together. His knot would keep them together for a good half hour, yet he felt no desire to test his tie, no desire to draw away. He only slides his arms around his beloved pet and baby-girl and holds her against his chest as their eyes close. No words were needed, as the afterglow faded, so too would their consciousness. Sleep claims them both with him still deep inside her, and her keeping his cock warm, right where she belonged.