Slagar's Night Alone
Slagar the Cruel entered his quarters, which was little more than the old bedroom of church they had taken for the week. He threw his cloak to the ground, revealing his muscled body and dark scarlet red fur with his beige white stomach. He let out a sigh of relief as he found himself alone again. With a look to make sure the door was closed the fox removed his mask, letting his disfigured face out and open to the cool air of the bedroom, and shook his head a bit to let his fur get back to its usual state. He then fell down onto his bed, ready to sleep.... however a feeling came over him, one of lust. His paw slowly strayed down to his member and he started to stroke it softly. The feel of his own paw was a welcome one as he had not pleasured himself in days. He pushed himself back onto the bed a bit further as his strokes increased in speed, moving along his long shaft and causing it to become erect. He moaned lightly in pleasure and cupped his balls with his other paw, groping them. His hips began to hump a small amount into his hand as it massaged his cock, he closed his eyes and let his head fall back as he felt a climax rising slowly in his genitals. He pulled and tugged at his cock. now stroking it at a fast pace with small amounts of precum leaking from him. Soon enough he found himself unable to take it any longer and came into his hand, causing it to spurt and fall onto the soft fur of his chest and paws, his cock growing to its full size and ejaculating. He let out one final sigh of pleasure and relaxed. For a few moments he laid there in that state and only after noticing the cum on his biege stomach did he start to clean himself up and get to bed.