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This vignette was written for Yui_olp as part of my Patreon request days for the month of February 2019. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and magically enhanced sexiness. ^^

[center][b][u]Slow and Steady[/u][/b][/center]

"Are you ready?"

Philip whispered gently, inwardly asking himself the same question at that precise moment, but gathering his strength and beaming as Leah nodded up at him. The fox leaned down over his lover, his damp nose and furred muzzle meeting her cheek, tongue flicking out ever so gently, playfully against her soft skin before withdrawing, seeing her turn, and meeting the human's lips with his own. A hand fell down the length of Leah's nude form, over her large, supple breasts and her plump stomach. Ever so carefully, ever so gently Philip extended two fingers, and began to spread the folds of his lover's pussy open as she shifted her legs, parting them in turn to give him better access.

"Ohhh..."

A ragged gasp escaped Leah, and she lifted a hurried, trembling arm to grasp at Philip's own as her eyes bulged and she tried to shake her head, breath catching in her throat before she could say anything more. He didn't let go, but stopped moving his hand, stopped trying to spread her. Her eyes closed. Her chest continued to heave. A few seconds later, finally she seemed able to speak again.

"T-that was... it's... ooh, it worked. Phil, it... it really worked."

Philip nodded, and gently, gingerly he spread his wife's lips just a little wider before pausing again, another strained grunt escaping her lips, her back arching, and her whole face contorting, then releasing in pure pleasure.

"It's not too much? You'll tell me if it's too much?"

He murmured, and she nodded, eyes blinking, fluttering slightly, still a little glazed as she looked up at him.

"Yeah. Y-yeah, I... I will, but... oh, Phil. Please, you have to feel it too. You have to be... be with me. It's like..."

Leah's face flushed as she tried to think of an appropriate comparison, eventually whimpering and settling for one which might not have been perfect, but definitely worked in her own mind.

"...remember when we first tried edging, and... and I got you to that point, that perfect point where I could rub so slowly at the base of your cock, just behind the knot, and... and it was like I was holding you on the edge, like you could almost feel yourself starting to cum, but if I let go you always fell back on the edge of [i]not[/i] cumming?"

The fox's eyes widened.

"Holy shit. That good?"

Leah bit her bottom lip, whined, and shook her head.

"No. Philip... o-oh fuck, I swear, I swear to god, no matter how good you thought that felt, this is that, but... ten, a hundred times more intense. If you touched my clit right now... if you tried to use a vibrator on me, I... I think I'd explode. I think I'd fucking [i]die[/i] from how good it would feel. I need you not to stop, baby. I... I need you to be with me. To be inside me. I... I n-need to feel your cock, and know I'm making you feel exactly the same way you're making me feel right now. But, please. Oh jesus fuck, Philip... please, go slow. Make this last. Make [i]us[/i] last, so we don't just have a few minutes of memories to look back on and remember how this feels. I want to have a whole night to remember."

The fox's own face burned beneath his fur as he nodded, and while moving ever so carefully so as not to shift his hand and further stimulate Leah's hyper-sensitive nether regions he moved to straddle his lover, all the while acutely aware of his own cock straining, twitching, and occasionally brushing against his own stomach in a way that betrayed that he too was under the influence of the small, now empty phial of liquid resting on the night-stand close by. It took a full few minutes for their two bodies to slip into position without risking any unplanned stimulation, and even as careful as they were being there had been more than one motion on Philip's part un-subtle enough to draw a shriek and a plea for yet more restraint from Leah, the pleasure so intensely overwhelming at the ever so slightly brushing of her nether regions by any outside source that she was genuinely terrified of cumming, of losing control and having this entire experience be over before the man she loved could even touch her once with his own eager, magically enhanced erection.

Eventually though, after much more careful arranging of bodies, Philip lay down over Leah, his hips arched slightly and one hand still resting between her legs to hold her nether regions open, to present him with a target that would allow him to slide into her without risking accidentally grinding his cock against her clit, a motion which they were certain would bring about a blissful but far too swift end to proceedings for them both. At a snail's pace, both of them trembling in anticipation and shooting eager, longing looks at one another in between glancing down the length of their bodies to their almost entwined nether regions, Philip began to inch forward. When the tip of his cock finally made contact with Leah's pussy though, he gave a yelp so loud and so strained that it made his wife jump, and forced Philip to pull away from her or risk their nether regions mashing together with force enough to set them off yet again. They panted, whimpered, blushed and giggled to one another, and just as slowly and carefully as before set up to try again.

"O-oohhyesss..."

When finally Philip felt the warmth and wetness of Leah's pussy meet with the very tip of his cock, he almost surrendered to his most base instincts. He gasped in pleasure, whined as he watched his wife bite down hard on her bottom lip and clutch the bedding with both hands to keep herself from squirming, writhing, doing anything that could add to the already near overwhelming stimulation born of that ever so slight, subtle contact between their bodies. It would have been so easy to make them both cum. So easy to blow their minds with a single, sharp thrust inward. But somehow, even as worked up and stimulated to the extreme as he felt, dealing with precisely the same sort of near-immediate ecstasy as when Leah had edged him but easily what felt like a [i]thousand[/i] times more potent, he managed to resist. He managed to remain devoted to the goal which his wife and he were so desperate to achieve. To explore this new and intense form of pleasure to its fullest degree, just as they had explored dozens of other kinks since re-discovering the spark of passion in their relationship over three years ago after more than a decade in the doldrums.

"Please..."

Leah gasped as little by little, Philip began to inch forward, deeper into her. Not over a minute, not over five or ten, but over an hour, ever so incrementally and gingerly easing himself forwards while trying not to provoke too many fluttering convulsions from Leah's delicate inner workings, nor twitching or throbbing from his own shaft in a way that could wreak the same havoc upon his wife. Several times they had near misses. With about three inches of his six buried in the woman he loved, Philip leaned up slightly to try and kiss her, and in doing so angled his cock in a way which provoked far more potent and unexpected euphoria in them both than either had been prepared for in that moment. Leah shrieked. Philip yelped, and for a full ten minutes they lay frozen, helplessly gasping, whimpering, caught not just on the edge of climax, but on the very edge of the edge, even their breathing and the beating of one another's hearts threatening to send them over the edge before finally, [i]finally[/i] their bodies settled back into their more standard, heightened near-orgasmic states. Another inch or so later, a trickle of pre-cum escaped Philip, the sensation of its exit making his toes curl, his eyes bulge and his throat seize up as he fought not only to keep from howling, but to keep his cock from twitching even once and forcing that little dribble of arousal out any faster in a manner that would surely send him crashing over the edge.

There came a time however, well over an hour after they'd first begun to press their bodies together, when Leah whimpered happily, craned her neck up to kiss her husband on the tip of his panting muzzle, and whispered in awe-struck, pleasure ridden triumph.

"Y-you're... you're in me. Oh god, all of you. Twitching. Pulsing, I... I can feel... ooh god, I can feel everything. So good. You're so, [b]so[/b]... ohh, I love you, Phil..."

They didn't need to move. They didn't need to act. All they had to do was lie there, was [i]be[/i] there together, and their bodies, worked up and hyper-sensitive as they were, happily did the rest. There wasn't a moment, wasn't a single instant for an hour, then another, and another and another and another after that, where they didn't both believe with all their hearts that a single extra twitch of Phil's cock or a slight shift of Leah's hips to bring her clit into contact with the fox's swollen knot wouldn't have sent them both over the edge in an instant. And yet despite knowing that orgasm was just a hair's breadth away at any given moment, they didn't succumb to temptation. They didn't surrender to the thrall of the eternally impending pleasure surging through them, because as incredible as they knew it would feel to cum together, just as it was incredible each and every time they shared it with or without any enhancements or kinky frills, the lovers knew it was still feel just as incredible to cum together [i]later[/i], after experiencing another second, another minute, another full hour of this constant pre-orgasmic rapture together.

So, they did wait. They did let it linger, let it last for as long as they could bear, and thus it was only as light was beginning to creep in through the curtains of their bedroom window when finally, after hours of her body begging her to utter those few breathless words, Leah spoke to the fox lying so devotedly astride and within her.

"F-fuck me. Slowly. S-so... so slowly... but, please, Phil. Let me feel it. Let it... oh god, let it happen."

He smiled, whimpered in relief and gratitude of his very own, and nodded eagerly as he began to pull his hips back, pulling out of Leah not over the course of seconds, but over five almost unbearable, almost orgasm inducing minutes each moment of which was ten times as potent as every second of the last five or six incredible, motionless hours. The sensation of her pussy sliding around his cock, squeezing, milking, her juices rendering his motions slick but far from completely frictionless, was perfection. And for Leah herself, the feeling of the fox's cock twitching and rubbing against so much of her sensitive inner workings on its way out were nothing short of heavenly, and so toe-curlingly intense that when only his pointed, straining, dribbling tip remained within her, it was all Leah could do not to scream, kick her legs out into the air and drive them both to immediate orgasm just so she could finally feel that incredible high upon which she was riding being fulfilled.

Of course, in the gathering morning light, Philip could see all of that desperation and desire written across his wife's face. He could see how good she felt, how utterly incredible all of this was for her, but now more so than ever in the previously darkened room he could see how much she shamelessly, unabashedly wanted it to be over. How much she wanted to feel the pay off for all that building, ramping, simmering near-ecstasy, and just cum, and cum, and...

"Leah?"

He whispered to her so softly, so tenderly that even though the room was silent aside from their own heavy breathing, the human woman almost missed her lover's attempt at getting her attention. She did hear him though, and met his gaze, locked his eyes with hers alongside a warm, eager, curious smile.

"Cum."

The fox whispered again, before plunging each and every one of his six inches deep into his wife with force enough to grind his swollen knot hard against her aching, throbbing, utterly untouched clit.

Their eyes bulged.

Their toes flexed.

The fox's tail shot bolt upright behind himself, and though Leah had no tail to whip or flex, her body began to shake so violently that it almost felt as though she could have produced a phantom tail in that moment just to have one more body part to make quake and thrash.

Together, for a split-second or two, Philip and Leah began to cum with the most wholly overwhelming and unbearably intense ecstasy either of them had ever known. And then, though their minds couldn't comprehend it and their bodies could do nothing to explain it, only to [i]experience[/i] it... they began to cum again, even as their first peak was only just beginning.

And then to cum again.

And again.

And again, and as every delayed, edged, teasingly denied peak they had held themselves back from over the prior night crashed down upon them all at once, refusing to stop, refusing to be denied or ignored until every drop of pleasure had been shared and experienced to its full, hyper-sensitive intensity.

They wailed. They screamed. They humped and bucked and writhed and kicked and thrashed and kissed and clutched and clawed and did everything, [b]everything[/b] their stillness, their patience, their calm, methodical love-making had denied them, and just as night had turned to day as they guided one another ever so slowly towards these myriad wild, uncontrollable, irresistible peaks, daytime came, went, and returned to darkness before the pleasure their patience had earned them had finally run its course.

By Jeeves

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