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Chapter 45

There was nothing Adrian enjoyed more than watching two females make love. Females were always very . . . sensual about it. Of course, there were those females who humped and banged and breasts would flap, and because Adrian wasn't interested in seeing that, he would immediately have such females strangled. No, he wanted to see lovemaking: kissing, caressing, smiling, warmth, intimacy. Love. Love fascinated him simply because he didn't understand it. One evening, as he was having a drink in the brothel, he saw two whores making love on a round, red, satin bed, and he became obsessed with the notion that if he could just observe these lovers, he could figure out how to love Sophie. And maybe he could save his marriage.

The problem was that Sophie repulsed Adrian. She was proper, dignified, and a nervous wreck, constantly fainting and weeping and crying. By social standards, she acted like a proper lady, and there was nothing Adrian hated more than a proper lady. He was a son of fire._He wanted a wife who wore pants, did as she pleased, spoke as she pleased, participated with relish in the Hunt, and made wild and passionate love to him. Sophie didn't have a passionate bone in her body. Every time he made love to her - all three times, in fact - she was a motionless, clueless, stiff _board.

In his heart, Adrian felt nothing but pity for Sophie. She was a bumbling fool who he'd left behind to care for his ailing father like a nurse or a servant because he didn't want to be around her. In the earliest years of their marriage, he had been kind, looking after her, comforting her, even walking with her in the garden. But she was a terrible bore, and he often found himself preferring the company of the females in his family: Aunty Donica, Hellene, and Alexandria were all lively and spirited. Even his mother Yvonne was a no-nonsense female who would snap his dick off if he stepped out of line. Why couldn't Sophie be like them? And then Florian inherited Sophie's feeble genes and turned out a whining, simpering child who needed his constant pity and petting. As time passed, Adrian came to absolutely loath his family, but he didn't want it to be that way.

Adrian sat in his room at the inn, enjoying a cigar as he sat in a chair, watching as Itesha and Opuma made love on the bed. His bags were near the dresser, and Pooki was kneeling beside his chair, also watching the two females on the bed with the usual calm indifference in her bright eyes. Outside the door, Adrian's bodyguards were no doubt listening to the helpless gasps and cries of the females.

Adrian pulled with lazy lips on his cigar and slowly exhaled smoke as he watched the whores kissing and smiling. They were definitely in love - or in some base fox version of it. They rubbed noses, kissed, licked, sucked each other's nipples tenderly and hungrily. Opuma was the exact opposite of fair golden Itesha: she was a beautiful black fox with gleaming black fur and a long, raven mane that fell straight and flowing past her tail. Her nipples and sex were brown and her eyes the warmest hazel. She was smaller than Itesha, and lay beneath her, breasts rising with every thrust of Itesha's hips.

Adrian had ordered the females to hump, and it was a . . . truly marvelous thing. Itesha had Opuma's shapely little leg on her shoulder, and after straddling the other leg, she pressed her clit to Opuma's clit and slowly started to gyrate her hips. As the females rubbed sexes, their nipples hardened, their breasts heaved. Their young, curvy bodies twisted fluidly with the motion of their lovemaking, and Adrian watched with his penis getting hard. He was fully dressed and his pants undone, and his penis started to thicken on his thigh.

"Pooki . . ." Adrian whispered and exhaled more smoke.

Pooki obediently crawled between Adrian's open thighs and immediately closed her slobbering mouth on him. She started to suck, slowly and carefully, and as the wet heat of her mouth made him harder and firmer, he watched the females on the bed with narrowed eyes. They were gasping and panting, shrill soft of cries that seemed surprised and helpless by the arousal coming over them. Itesha hugged Opuma's leg tight and her body started to convulse and heave: she was climaxing. With jutting breasts and buttocks, she twisted her hips against Opuma, her lips parted and gasping, her eyes wide and unseeing, her breasts heaving as she struggled for breath. Her golden cheeks were red, and her head fell back with a toss her mane, her breasts thrust forward as she gushed against her lover's sex. Pretty Opuma was also climaxing and reached up with hungry paws to squeeze her lover's great breasts as she game. The females cried out together and the result of their grinding darkened the sheets. Then they sagged, and Adrian smiled as Itesha leaned down and lazily, lovingly kissed and licked her lover's cheek.

"I . . . Itesha . . ." Opuma panted. "I . . . I love you."

Itesha's lashes fluttered as if Opuma had never said such a thing to her before. She glanced fearfully at Adrian and whispered, "Hush, Pumie!"

But Opuma didn't seem to care. She grabbed Itesha by the neck and pulled her close in a tender kiss. They lay together, breasts to breasts, curves twisting against curves, all softness and prettiness and sweetness, kissing each other and smiling, tongue wrestling, moaning, content in each other's arms. Itesha finally gave in and kissed Opuma back, then kissed her neck and breasts, slowly, lazily. Their tails slid back and forth across the sheets. They were happy.

Adrian watched them and envied them. They made it look so easy, that connection, that warmth.

Adrian waved Pooki aside and got to his feet. The females went still and watched as he tapped his cigar out in the ashtray. He waved his paw, and Pooki pulled his pants down for him, revealing his strong thighs and heavy sack. He was upright and strong, and he saw the females look at his sex with fluttering lashes. He stepped out of his pants and came to them.

Itesha lifted her tail, raised her hips, and dutifully stuck her backside out. Adrian smoothed his paw up her long neck and slowly eased himself between the swollen lips of her wet sex. Her eyes fluttered wide and she gasped as he filled her, and then he was rocking her. Her pussy was soft as silk, enfolding him on all sides. The sound of her breasts slapping Opuma's breasts made him harder, longer, and soft slap of her jiggling backside against made his erection flinch inside her. But he took his time. He was careful and slow, squeezing Itesha's great breasts in fistfuls, kissing her neck, and making such gentle love to her that she came a second time, squirting down her thighs. He pulled out and came on her soft backside with a grunt. His cum slapped on her pink little anus and he smeared it with his thumb, fingering under her tail until she trembled. He let her fall, breathless and weak, on top of Opuma, and then he dipped his hips and was inside Opuma.

He was rougher with Opuma, thicker, and harder. Her hips snapped with every deep thrust and her eyes flew open wide. Crushed beneath both him and Itesha, she hugged Itesha tight and gasped and panted, her helpless cries filling the room, until she, too, had squirted down her thighs. Adrian kept going long after she had come, pounding his way deeper into her tight moisture and heat, until he heard himself choking, and his seed filled her. The fat lips of her sex clenched on him as he climaxed, and for several seconds, he didn't think he could pull out. But he did.

The females lay on the sheets, panting, breasts riding, their manes in their faces. Adrian pulled back and regarded them indifferently. No doubt they thought they were the luckiest whores in the brothel that he had purchased them. He rubbed his penis clean with a kerchief and gestured at Pooki. A second later, and Pooki had come to him with a yellow silk rope.

Itesha went very still. So did Opuma. They didn't understand what was happening. Were they going to be tied up? Adrian extended the rope in both paws. Poor dumb beasts with nary a clue. He would make it quick.

Adrian looped the rope around Itesha's throat and yanked with quick precision. Opuma watched her lover struggling and buckling, watched tears welling in her eyes, and she screamed for mercy, screamed for Adrian to stop, screamed Itesha's name. She lunged at Adrian in a rage, and Pooki had to hold her down. She twisted against Pooki wildly, blubbering and sobbing, watching her lover's helpless struggle with tears running down her face.

"Nohohoho! Leave her alone!" Opuma sobbed. "Please! Don't take her from me! ITESHA!"

Itesha kicked and clawed at Adrian's face with her big breasts wobbling, but he avoided her blows easily. He straddled her lap and put all his weight on her, and it was like she suddenly couldn't move. His body tightened as he yanked the rope harder. Her paws were clutching at it, as if she could pry it off, and her face was so red, he could see the veins behind her fur standing hard. She looked at him with pleading eyes as the tears welled up and trickled free. He ignored her trembling lip, he ignored her unvoiced pleas for mercy and jerked the rope harder. Finally, the light dulled in her eyes, and she fell still.

"No!" Opuma sobbed and went limp. Pooki let her go, and she fell on the bed as if the life had gone out of her, her long black mane tumbling over her like a veil. She sobbed hard into the sheets. "It-tesha . . . Itesh-sha . . ." She lifted her face and glared at Adrian through her tears. "HOW COULD YOU! How_could_ you . . .?"

Kneeling over Opuma, Adrian looked at her wailing and sobbing, and for a moment, he almost believed foxes had feelings. Almost. But a cat would scream if it was kicked. He lifted Opuma's chin with his finger, and her brown eyes searched his face. For what, he wondered. Pity? Motivation?

At last, Opuma whispered with a trembling lip, "W-Why? Why did you h-hurt her?"

Adrian shrugged. "Your pelts will make an excellent gift to my wife."

Opuma's eyes dulled. Adrian could see the hope dying in her face. She had come with him believing she was finally free, that she would live a life of pampered luxury in Adrian's castle with her lover. Now the realization was settling over her that she was just a pelt to him. Good. Adrian always thought the foxes were smart. But then, so were some cats.

Opuma bowed her head and started to weep pitifully. Adrian touched her glossy black mane. It was like silk in his fingers. "Shhh," he whispered, touching her round cheek with the back of his fingers. She looked at him with the baffled, helpless eyes of a child. "Shh," he whispered again and gently slid the rope around her slender neck. Her lashes blinked out tears and he thought she looked relieved when he whispered, "It won't take long."

Five minutes later, Adrian stood at the window, looking out, his paws behind his back. Over on the bed, Pooki was preparing to skin the vixens, whose staring corpses had been laid out for the procedure.

Pooki paused with the skinning knife. "You wanted to understand love, my prince."

"Yes, Pooki, I did," Adrian answered without turning. His voice was hushed.

"But you said the foxes were incapable, so why study them?"

"They are capable of imitation," Adrian corrected. "If they have learned to imitate love . . ." His eyes dulled as he stared across the endless sea of rooftops. ". . . why can't I?"