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Encounter with the Heartbroken Lonely Mom

Every Monday, without fail, she would appear. Typically wearing a black dress that covered her from the neck down, coupled with a wide black hat that blocked view of her face, she could always be found approaching the same grave at the same time of day. To those who don't know her, she was like some sort of ghost. To those who do know her, her figure was an ever familiar one. Why? Because she had been repeating this action for nearly ten years.

Like some sort of robot, she followed the same path up the hillside; traveling through the many rows of gravestones, passing under the tree that always seems just a little bit bigger, and walking through the gates which separate one section from the other. Then she'd trek down four tombstones to the right, but never a step further. There before her, she'd see a name... his name.

In Loving Memory Of Benedict “Lucky” Doherty.

Beloved Father, Beloved Husband, Beloved Friend

If one were to be near, they'd see her stiffen up, as if memories were flooding into her; both good and bad. Then she'd reach into the basket at her side, opening it up to reveal... a flower. It was always a different flower, different color, different genus, different name. But they would always be beautiful, as if meticulously cared for so that they radiate an untouchable hue. The woman would then crouch down and place her flower upon the grave, before standing up tall.

Then she'd raise her hand... and remove her hat.

What laid beneath was a beastkin woman, one of a mature age and grace... and nine tails. A genetic mutation some would call it, a rarity others, but that just meant she was a kitsune. Her fur was white and gray, showing her age, but she was not old, not elderly. No, she was aged, mature and refined, like a fine wine. Her figure was like that of an hourglass, with her thin waist, her wide hips, and her glorious chest. From her head fell short silver hair which came down to her neck, with blunt cuts that made it seem like a curtain... though it did not cover her face.

Her sweet, elegant, mature, sad face. Her pointed nose, her plump lips, her soft cheeks... and her down-turned eyes. Her majestic down-turned eyes. Her erotic down-turned eyes. Her gilded down-turned eyes. Eyes that were as golden as the sun.

Stiffening slightly in place, the woman took in a deep breath that caused her chest to expand... before letting it all loose. Nodding in an accepting manner, she placed her hat back on her head, then turned to face the path she took to get here. Despite all the tombstones and graves, birds chirped in the air, wind blew to rustle fallen leaves, and she could hear cars in the distance. There was so much life, despite all the death.

But there was something else as well. Not just the birds, not just the wind, not just the cars of the city, but something she could not put her finger on. Was it her, or was there a stirring in the air? Maybe...

Maybe not.

It was time to go back home.

…

“Good job, Tyler... you are officially lost...”

Autumn leaves cascaded down the city street, marring the ground beneath his feet a variety of warm colors. Reds, oranges, browns, a few greens; they all painted the sidewalk and roads, while crunching and cracking beneath his boots. The air was also getting colder and colder with every passing day. Before he knew it, snow would start to fall, and his scarf would no longer be enough.

For now, however...

Tyler Monroe traveled down the sleepy street, his brown eyes gazing towards the somewhat cloudy skies overhead. He was a young man, one just at the onset of his adult life. His hair was short and black, being a bit curly and wild, and he had a darker skin tone. A bit short too, it wasn't uncommon for him to be towered over by those around him. But despite his height – maybe even because of his height – he was always so... quiet. Some would say he was indifferent to everything going on around him, though that couldn't be any further from the truth. He was just always looking, always gazing upon everything around him, and committing those thoughts to memory.

And what was he thinking now? How the hell did he miss his bus?

A quietness stirred in the air, only broken by the occasional distant car horn and the chirping of birds. There wasn't even anyone nearby, with Tyler's only company being the concrete walls beside him, and the homes which stood behind them. Was Bellcrest always this sleepy? He almost felt alien.

“Maybe I should have taken the R9 home,” he muttered to himself as he looked around to the empty sidewalks surrounding him, “This doesn't feel comforting... aaah...”

He had only been living here in Bellcrest for the past month or so, and had yet to completely understand the many buses and metros the city uses in order to get around. Couple that with his near desperation to get home from college classes, and you have a young man who foolishly took a bus that implied it would be going near his home. Now here he was in this little community, fumbling about on silent roads in search of a bus stop or anything that would help orient himself.

But to no avail.

Not made any better when the wind began picking up, tossing leaves into his body and face. Groaning in frustration, the young man quickly ducked to his right, cutting around the edge of an open gate and hiding behind its wall to save himself from the increased winds. Breathing in deeply, he looked ahead, seeing not roads and sidewalks, but instead the courtyard of a silent, sleepy home.

Whereas most structures were made of concrete and steel, this one was made of wood, feeling almost out of place among the modern buildings around it. Two stories tall as well, it had a dusty and sleepy front porch, and seemed to exude age from its seams. But that's not to say the building was old, no. It was... remarkable... refined even, as if someone was meticulously taking care of the structure. Nothing was out of place, nothing was ugly, nothing was ruined.

And that's just the building. What about the path leading up to the building? Why, it too was nothing short of remarkable. A dusty stone path led up to the building, flanked on both sides by flowers. Beautiful, amazing, majestic, flowers! They shimmered a variety of colors – being blues, whites, purples, yellows, reds – and were all arranged to create an amazing painting.

Sighing blissfully, Tyler leaned against the wall behind him, feeling both protected from the wind outside, but also warmth from the flowers before them. Who owned this place? Well...

“H-huh?”

That person was right behind him.

Tensing up, Tyler looked over his shoulder towards the gate's entrance, his eyes falling on a woman. She stood at the entrance of the gate, wearing a black dress that covered her from the neck down. It was seemingly fixed tight to her as well, flaunting her exquisite figure. Her narrow midsection, her wider hips, and her bountiful bosom; it was all on display from behind her black dress. And then there was her height, which towered over Tyler by a foot or two. But when he looked up in an attempt to meet her face, all he saw was her chin and her confused lips, as her black hat covered her face.

“I'm... I'm sorry...?” muttered Tyler, before stiffening in place, “R-right! I'm... this... is your home, right?” he then smiled in a sheepish manner, even chuckled defensively, “Sorry, ma'am. I got lost and the wind picked up, so I ducked in behind your wall. I was just hiding here from the wind...”

“Who... who are you?” asked the woman, even drawing her hand up as if to defend herself.

“My name's Tyler,” he answered, “I promise, I'm not here to do anything malicious! Like I said, I got lost. I took the wrong bus home and...” he let his head drop, an annoyed groan leaving him, “I don't know Bellcrest well enough to get around. I didn't mean to trespass, honest. I'll... uh... j-just go now.”

Blushing from embarrassment, Tyler could only berate himself mentally for acting like a fool in front of this woman. It was just best to quickly get out here, and hope he could laugh off this little moment later. For now he marched towards the exit of the gate with his head down, trying to save face... but only to stop.

The woman hadn't budged an inch. Even more so, when he pulled his gaze up, he realized she had a tail. And not just one tail, but nine. She was a beastkin? A fox beastkin? Specifically a kitsune? Ah, but... why hadn't she moved? Slowly Tyler brought his gaze up and... the woman removed her hat.

What he saw made him stiffen in place. A beautiful vixen of a woman, one tall and mature, her face being this visage of elegance. A pointed nose, plump lips, and thin, sharp eyes. Yellow eyes. They looked down upon Tyler, as if confused by his very existence. All he could do was stare back with equal confusion... but blatant adoration.

He didn't realize how enthralled he was.

“You said you were... lost?” said the woman, to which Tyler nodded, “You're... not from Bellcrest, right?”

“N-no... I'm not,” he answered, “I'm going to university here, but I don't live on campus. I live at Belltower Apartments. But I just... um...” he shook his head, “Took a few incorrect buses to get here. Again, I'm really sorry for trespassing on your property. Uh... if it helps,” he smiled, “I think you have very, very pretty flowers.”

“My flowers...?”

The woman looked away from Tyler and stared at her lawn, watching as her flowers gently billowed in the wind. His praise, while simple, was still enough to garner a smile from the vixen... even made her cheeks turn a bit red. But she shook her head dismissively, before taking a step towards the front porch of her home.

“If you're trying to get to Belltower Apartments, you're in luck,” said the vixen as she stopped at her porch, “It's nearby.”

“Ah? It is? Wh-where is it? I don't really recognize the buildings around too well,” Tyler replied.

The woman stopped, then turned and faced him, looking over her shoulder with a kind... yet alluring smile on her mature lips. For reasons both unclear yet blatant, Tyler felt his cheeks turn red, and his heart rate started to increase. The woman meanwhile continued smiling at him, before extending her hand.

“Belltower Apartments is right behind my home,” she stated, “If you take the gate through my backyard, and keep heading down the road, you'll be home in no time.”

“R-really? Ah! That's great,” said Tyler as he walked to her side... only to stop, “Ah... m-may I take the gate through your backyard to get home?”

“Oh... asking for permission? Such politeness. You are such a gentleman, Mr. Monroe,” said the kitsune with this sweet sounding laugh.

“Well... my mother always taught me to respect others. Especially a woman,” he replied... only to sheepishly scratch the back of his head and look away.

Seriously? Why'd he bring that up? That just made him sound like some sort of stooge. And yet this woman laughed again, her mature voice ringing in his ears and cutting his negative thoughts short. Staring up again, he met this woman's face, where her yellow eyes trapped him.

“Your mother taught you well,” she stated.

“Thank you, Ms...?”

“Juri,” the vixen answered, “Missus Juri Doherty.”

“Mis... sus...?” he repeated, before having his eyes widen, “Oh! Right! Missus! Mrs. Doherty! Right...! Riiiiigghhhttt!”

Tyler blushed again as he sheepishly scratched the back of his head. Of course she'd be a 'missus'; how could she not be? This voluptuous, beautiful, mature vixen had to be married! Perhaps it was disrespectful to think of her like this, but she was far too beautiful to not be married.

And yet... he got this unmistakable aura of loneliness from Juri. He blamed it on her black dress and hat, which made her come off as if she'd just visited someone's funeral. Of course, he wasn't going to ask her about it – he just met her – but he couldn't help but to wonder if she'd lost someone important to her, like a friend. And if she was returning from a funeral, then where was her husband? Shouldn't he be here too?

“Mr. Monroe?” said Juri, snapping him from his thoughts, “Won't you follow me?”

“Right! Coming!”

Quickly scurrying forward, he came to Juri's side, where his hand reached out for her hand... only to pull back. He needed to keep reminding himself that he did not know this woman, no matter how warm and inviting she made herself out to be. But, heavens, did he want to feel that hand against his own, to clutch against her. Juri effortlessly exuded this warmth from her, this guidance, one laced with maturity, making her refined like wine.

Wine... hah... her body certainly didn't hurt matters.

Looking away, Tyler attempted to save face, specifically to hide his blush. He felt disgusted with himself for so gleefully ogling the body of the woman beside him; did he have no shame? He brought up how his mother raised him better than this, but clearly that wasn't true!

Whenever he looked back towards Juri as she led him towards the back of her house, he found himself indulging in the illustrious view of her wonderful body. The way her hips curved as they grew wide... 'child-baring hips' would be the accurate description for them. But they did not distract nor did they take away from the vixen's shapely butt. Her nine tails couldn't block his view either, with how they swayed and danced so elegantly in the air.

Biting into his bottom, Tyler's eyes traveled up Juri's back, and... dammit! Why did she have to wear such a flattering dress? How it hugged to her curves, squeezing them, flaunting her majestic figure. Feeling his legs buckle slightly, Tyler took particular joy in marveling at her curvaceous shoulders. How round they were... smooth too... nmmph...

No... no! He couldn't keep doing this. Why was he doing this? He's never been this shameless around girls before! But for some reason, looking at Juri had his heart thumping and pounding against his chest like some teenage boy! He needed to get his mind off of it! Fortunately – as if via some sixth sense – Juri said--

“You go to university here in Bellcrest?”

“Huh? What?” he muttered in response to her question, before growing wide-eyed with realization, “I mean... yes! Yes, I do. I go to classes here in Bellcrest.”

“If you go to classes here then... that must mean you take classes in Bellgrove University?” Juri asked as she looked over her shoulder towards him, “Am I correct?”

“You are... you... are...” he replied before taking a deep breath, “Hah... I was accepted into the university here. I'm really fortunate to do so. Although...” he looked around to their surroundings, “Bellcrest is a lot different from Document City.”

“Oh? You're from Document City?” Juri said as a face of genuine surprise appeared on her features, “That's... east of here, isn't it? Oh... how courageous of you, Mr. Monroe. To move out here for your education... huh... do you have any family here?”

“No... no... not to sound disrespectful or anything, but Bellcrest is a bit too... ahem... expensive for anyone in my family to live here,” he smiled at her in a sheepish manner, “Every time I head out for a cup of coffee in the morning, I get a little pale face. Don't tell anyone, but I've been drinking coffee at a local gas station since moving here!”

“Oh... ohohoho... there's nothing to be ashamed of, Mr. Monroe. You're doing what you need to get by, all while getting an education. Why, I'd say you are quite the inspiration.”

“Heh... really? Um... thanks, Mrs. Doherty. And please, you don't have to call me 'Mr. Monroe'. I get enough of that from my professors. Please, just call me Tyler.”

“Ty... ler...?” she repeated, her face one of curiosity... before melting into a tender smile, “Of course... Tyler...”

A twinge suddenly rocked through Tyler when he heard her speak his name. It was slight, but it made him feel so good. How odd. Briefly, his eyes darted away from Juri, before snapping back towards her body. Now there was this warmth, this connection he had with the vixen, which drove him forward again.

But instead of ogling her as he so shamelessly wanted to do, he gazed away to look at her home. The building was like Juri; mature and refined. But it too seemed to exude an aura of loneliness and sadness, despite how warm and inviting it could be. Why is that? And...?

“Is that... a greenhouse?” Tyler asked as they rounded the edge of her home.

It sat in her backyard to the left corner; a glasshouse of respectable size. Even at this distance, Tyler could see there was a wide assortment of flowers within. They were like the flowers in her front yard, coming in a variety of colors, and all of them being so meticulously cared for.

“Wow... you... really like flowers,” Tyler remarked as he stared at Juri.

“I've always had a green thumb,” she answered, “Ever since I was a little girl, I've been growing flowers of all kinds. Hm...” she smiled whilst staring at the ground, where some of her flowers were briskly swaying in the wind, “My husband and I used to frolic in flowers a lot as children.”

“'Used to'?” Tyler replied, before shaking his head, “Heh... I don't know... I'm sure your husband would love to go 'frolicking' with you in some flowers, even now! Heh heh...! Umm...” he blushed, “S-sorry... that was a bit crass of me...”

For a few moments, he hesitated to look at Juri, fearing some sort of reprimand for his lewd comment. But when he mustered the courage to stare at the vixen at his side, he did not see annoyance or even amusement with his words. No, he saw... sadness... mourning. A forlorn expression sat on Juri's face, and she wistfully looked to the distance. Now having a face of concern, Tyler walked towards her, only to watch her defensively curl in as her arms crossed beneath her bosom.

For a few moments they said not a word, with Tyler instead watching as the wind blew along Juri's body. Her hair softly rustled, and her dress billowed, all as she continued holding this face of sadness.

“Mrs. Doherty...?” he muttered, “Is... something wrong?”

She looked at him... then looked away, before dropping her arms to her side. Gazing ahead, Juri caused Tyler to do likewise, where his eyes fell on the back gate of her property.

“Right through here, Mr. Monroe,” she said, her tone suddenly curt and stiff, “Like I said, if you exit through this gate and head down this road, you will return to your apartment complex.”

“Mrs. Doherty...” he replied, only causing her to grow more defensive.

He could easily leave... but he didn't. Instead, Tyler hesitated, stammering a bit at Juri's side as he raised his hand to his chin. Taking a thoughtful pose, he replayed the vixen's face in his head, and the words that caused it. It didn't take him long to realize why.

“Your husband... he's... not around, is he?” Tyler asked as he looked at her, his face one of regret, “I'm... so very sorry, Mrs. Doherty. I... I didn't mean to...”

“It's... fine... it's fine,” she said as she put on a smile, though it was clearly forced, “You didn't know any better. Please, don't feel ashamed of your words. If it's... any consolation, I enjoyed our conversation with one another. Since my husband's passing, and my children having long since moved on for greener pastures, I find myself alone more often than not. This was certainly a highlight of my day.”

Her words were honest... which only made them feel all the sadder. Tyler could tell that she was a woman who spent a lot of her time alone within her home, mourning days gone as she tended to her flowers. For such a beautiful vixen to be wasting away within her lonely home... it was a travesty. He didn't know Juri of course, but he already knew she had a personality as wonderful as her looks.

And he wanted to learn more about it.

“Mrs. Doherty...” said Tyler as they came to the gate, turning to face her, “If I may um... uh... c... can I come again sometime? If my place really is down this road, then... this path is quicker than the one I usually take. I don't have to go around Memorial Park to get there. And... besides...” he smiled, though a nervous blush appeared on his cheeks, “I can... help you with things if you'd like.”

Ba-dump...

Juri raised her hand as she read the blushing face of the young man before her. Placing said hand on her chest, she could feel her heart thump slightly against her ribcage. This young man wanted to come by again in the future? Maybe even to help out if he could? Why? Had she said something to beguile him? She thought this conversation was going poorly, especially with the downturn at the end. But when he asked to visit her again and even help, it had Juri's heart... well...

Ba-dump...

“You'd like to... help me sometime?” she asked.

“I'd... love to help you sometime,” he answered.

Juri smiled, but it wasn’t a smile fit for a woman of such maturity as her. Instead of being regal and refined, it was cutesy and bubbly, akin to something a woman half her age would give.

“I'd love to have your help sometime too,” she replied, “Please, feel free to come by any time.”

Tyler smiled... blushed too... and then nodded. A part of him couldn't believe he had gotten this far! The other part was excited however. He went to university every weekday. If all those boring classes got to be capped off with him visiting someone like Juri, then it would all be worth it.

“Then... I'll see you later... Juri,” said Tyler as he opened through the gate.

“Come again soon, Tyler,” she replied, “I'll wait for you.”

Those words felt oddly passionate. So much so that another blush formed on his cheeks, one he tried to laugh off.

“Okay then,” he said.

Tyler walked through the gate.

…

He wasn't lying, mind you. It was quicker to take this path to get home, than it was taking the bus. Sure, there was a walk with this path, but when there's the promise of seeing her, is that a downside?

Sswwwwwwssshh!

“Hmm... it's getting windier now,” Tyler said to himself as he walked down the sidewalk, watching as fallen leaves were blown sky-high. Even his scarf was threatening to get away from him. Looks like this fall – and winter too – would be a windy one.

But after a long day of school, a surge of excitement began bubbling within Tyler. Yeah, 'bubbling' like he was some giddy schoolgirl. But could you blame him? All last night as he worked on his classwork, his mind drifted to thoughts of the vixen he had met earlier that day. And now he was poised to see her again.

This feeling... this feeling of having a crush. It had been a long time since he last experienced this feeling. But that's the only way he could describe it! The butterflies in his stomach, the way his heart raced, how his face got all red: all of this when he merely thought about Juri.

But he had to remind himself that this doesn't mean anything will happen between the two of them. Juri's a woman who was more than half his age, and a widow at that. And with how she called herself Missus Doherty, she clearly had a lot of love for her late husband. He couldn't sit here hoping that something would sprout between the two of them.

But that didn't mean he'd enjoy this any less. For as long as this little affair goes on, he was going to live it to the fullest.

Bringing his gaze up, Tyler's eyes befell the gate outside Juri's home. Funny that; he didn't get the chance to gaze upon her house yesterday from this point, seeing as how he was so quick to rush inside to hide himself from the wind. Her home stood beyond the walls like an ominous bastion, and there was a tree to the forefront that hung a bit over the wall's edge. With it being autumn, most of the leaves had either withered and fallen off, or were going to fall off very soon.

Then Tyler brought his gaze down, reading the name on the gilded plaque outside of Juri's home. 'DOHERTY' it said, as expected. Walking up to the closed gates, he raised his fist and--

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Juri...? Are you there?”

For a few moments, his call went unanswered. Had he arrived too early? Did Juri change her mind on whether or not she wanted to spend time with him? Before he could worry too much...

Gluuunk!

The gate slowly began opening, revealing on the other end the vixen of his dreams. Instead of wearing the black dress she had on yesterday, this time she put on something with a bit more... life to it. A navy-blue halterneck dress with an underbust design, one that hugged up to her chest from beneath, giving them ample lift. It fanned out at the bottom too, giving her legs room to move about, and brown boots sat on her feet. Beneath the dress she wore a white button up shirt, one that was elegant and retro. In fact, her entire outfit was elegant and retro, reflecting her aged and mature persona. And tying it all together, a scarf was wrapped around her neck, one which rested along the curvature of her glorious bust.

And in response, was Tyler wearing some slacks, a simple shirt and a jacket. He felt so... overwhelmed.

Juri sat at the entrance to her home, her yellow eyes sharp as she leered upon the young man before her, while a curious expression sat on her lips. He looked back, equally as silent, for he couldn't really speak when in the presence of the majestic kitsune. Seemingly sensing this, a smirk appeared on Juri's lips and she said,

“You came...”

It made Tyler jolt.

“Of course I came,” he said as he stepped forward, “Why... why wouldn't I?”

“Are you... just heading home?” Juri asked as she looked over her shoulder towards her house, “You just got done with your classes, right? You must be tired.”

“I'm... fine,” he answered, a smirk appearing on his lips in some vain attempt to play it off cool, “I can spare more than a few minutes with you.”

Was that his paltry attempt at flirting? He came off as more sheepish and cute than he did seductive and suave. And yet, Juri smirked and prodded her fingers together, a shy blush of her own appearing on her lips. Averting her gaze, the nine tails of the vixen began swaying faster; a window into her baser emotions. And yet it went well beyond Tyler's head.

“Would you like... some hot chocolate?” she asked, “I just made some. We can sit among my flowers and talk before you head your way.”

“I'd love some hot chocolate,” he replied.

Walking into Juri's homestead, Tyler was guided up towards her backyard patio, where a floral metal chair and table were waiting. As he sat at the table, he watched as the vixen made way into her home, before returning with a silver tray in hand. Resting on the tray was a teapot, and two teacups. All of it was remarkably elegant, with a flower pattern and design upon their silver surface.

“You... really like flowers,” Tyler remarked as she placed the tray down in the middle of the table, “With all the ones you've grown... is this what you do for a living? Do you grow flowers?”

“I do,” she answered as she poured them both a cup of hot chocolate, “I'm a gardener, and grow rare flowers within my greenhouse. I then sell my flowers to whoever needs them. Usually for special events like weddings and parties... and funerals too. Ah... but on occasion, I'm tasked with creating a special flower. Those are always the most remarkable.”

“Really? Why is that?” Tyler asked as he took a sip of her drink, “Ah... that's hot. I needed that.”

“Don't drink it too fast,” she said as she rested her teacup atop a small plate, holding them both like a Victorian aristocrat, “Let's see... I enjoy creating special flowers, because I know they were requested with significant feeling. I can grow roses and tulips of a variety of colors with ease, and they're always used in a number of events. But special flowers?” she smiled as she shook her head, “They cannot just be tossed haphazardly in any situation. They're different from the rest, and would steal attention from the other flowers. There is only one flower, but when I get a request like that, I can feel the love and adoration a person has for those who they give the flower to. It's always so special...” she sipped her hot chocolate, “Oh, and if you need cream and sugar, they're in those small cups right there.”

“Ah... thank you, Juri,” he said as he poured some cream and sugar into his cup, before swirling it about with a nearby spoon, “I... understand what you mean now... about how special flowers are remarkable. Roses and tulips, you can breed those whenever you need them. But special flowers? They're... one of a kind. They need a lot more... dedication to come out perfect, don't they?”

“Oh... yes... much more dedication,” Juri replied as her dainty fingers stroked down the side of her cup, “Tending to a flower and watching it grow... why, it's not much different from watching a child grow into a fine adult, wouldn't you agree? I think my skills as a gardener helped inform my choices as a mother.”

“Right... a... mother,” he mumbled, “You said you have children, right? And that they moved away? But you... I mean... you're so...” he shook his head, “Don't they visit sometime?”

“They visit, usually on holidays, but I spend most of my days alone here,” Juri answered earnestly, “I don't wish to bother my children as they go through life. They're adults now. They don't need their mother to hold them back.”

“I... I disagree,” he replied, “Sure, I don't talk to my parents everyday, but I talk to them often. Heh... when I first moved here, my mother called me every day for weeks, just to make sure I was okay. I had never lived alone until now, so she was really worried for me.”

“Oh... your mother sounds like a very thoughtful woman,” Juri remarked, “I'm happy to hear that you talk to your parents often.”

“Juri... if I may be so bold...”

“You may...”

“Are you... lonely out here?” he asked, “Your kids don't visit, and your husband... he's...” he shook his head, “You just seem so... sad, I guess. I...” he shook his head again, “I don't want to come off as being blunt. I'm trying to be as... I mean... I...” he let his head drop, “Aah... s-sorry for even asking.”

“No... no no no... no... it's fine,” Juri said as she took a sip of her drink, “You're a very kind young man, Tyler. I know you're not trying to be rude or disrespectful. You're just curious...” she took in a deep breath, “Anyone would be in your position.”

Lifting her cup again, Juri took yet another sip of her hot chocolate, but this time her eyes closed. A wistful wind blew through the air, softly rustling her dress and hair. In a way, Tyler could tell that the wind reflected Juri's mood. It was sorrowful... mournful... like a person who refused to let go of something that was already lost.

In some small way, he could relate.

“You're right,” Juri said, a hapless smile appearing on her lips, “I am not so arrogant as to think I'm not lonely. Since my husband's death, I've found my days to have lost meaning. I just work on my flowers... spend time with my family on the rare occasions they visit, and... haaah... do it all over again, I suppose.”

“Juri... how long has it been since your husband died?”

“Haaah... ten years,” she answered.

Ten.. years? That's a very long time. Closing his eyes, Tyler tried to imagine what life would be for ten years of loneliness. It was so intense that it made him frown in a longing manner. He didn't want to think about it.

Gazing at Juri, he read the forlorn face she wore. This was the expression of a woman who admitted that this sad fact to herself long, long ago. While it may not pain her as much as it used to, regret still flowed within. He understood now why she was so eager to have a visitor like him.

Tyler frowned and reached out, wanting so desperately to touch her, but fearing he may be overstepping some boundaries. But, dammit, he couldn't let that stop him! The kitsune was clearly hurting, no matter how reserved it may be. If he could wash some of that away, then--

Grab.

“Hm?”

He would.

Tyler's hand touched upon Juri's, clutching it gently across the table. Eyes wide, she looked down at his hand, then up to his face, where she saw an expression of equal confusion. It seemed as if he was even surprised by how bold he had become! But when Tyler looked up, he saw this red blush spread on the vixen’s face, and watched her expression shift into something more... demure.

“Juri,” he whispered, “You... you will be here tomorrow, right?”

Ba-dump.

She... she knew what he was about to ask. She could see it in his eyes, and hear it in his voice. Tyler had conviction. Though he wasn't sure if he was getting in over his head, he didn't care. After all, what's the worst she can say? Not even Juri knew it, but she did know the desire... the excitement.

“I... will...” she answered.

“Would you... like to go on a walk with me, then?” he asked, “After I get home from university, we can take a walk down to Memorial Park together. I admit, I still don't know much about Bellcrest. If you're with me though, you can tell me everything you know,” he smiled, “I'd love to hear it.”

BA-DUMP!

That statement. 'I'd love to hear it'. They were just words, but that didn't stop her heart from pounding in her chest. And with his hand clutching over top of her own, the vixen was sure he could feel the thumping within her.

Could she do it? Should she do it? This young man was clearly attracted to her, and desired to pursue a relationship with her. But he was so young! She was old enough to be his mother! She'd argue that her children were older than him! She should stop this, right? This was wrong, right? But... it didn't feel wrong.

But even beyond their age difference, there was the matter of her late husband. Was it wrong to be fawned over when he was dead? It felt like she was spitting on his grave. It left Juri feeling unsure... and yet she answered with...

“I'd love that too.”

Her voice was soft, nearly a whisper, but Tyler heard them, and it made his eyes grow wide. Excitement funneled through him, but he had enough control over himself to not let his voice loose. Instead he took a deep breath and nodded, while his eyes closed shut.

“That's good,” he said, “Ahem... uh...” then he looked back at her, a warm smile on his lips, “I mean... that is... great, even. Uh... I can come to you after I finish my studies. How about... around six o'clock? We can walk to Memorial Park together and... just talk.”

“You're... you're being far too kind, Tyler,” Juri said, though he shook his head.

“No... that's impossible. I can't be too kind to you,” he replied, again making a blush form on her cheeks.

Juri opened her mouth to say something, but closed it instead. Looking down, her bashful blush quickly dominated her face. Even laughing did not dispel the embarrassment and the excitement she felt. This apprehensive feeling... it had been so long since she experienced something like this. It was almost nostalgic in a way. A young man clutching her hand over a table, with a cup of hot chocolate between them on a cool, autumn day. If the clock had been turned back twenty or so years, and the young man was a young dog, then maybe...

Maybe...

N-no... she couldn't let this keep going. She couldn't indulge in this. She did not deserve to indulge in this. But what about Tyler? He was clearly attracted to her. She couldn't just hurt his feelings, could she?

Perhaps...

“So... tomorrow at six, right?” he asked, reaffirming their date.

Juri smiled.

“Yes. Tomorrow at six.”

…

Tomorrow at six, right? Well, 'tomorrow' was now 'today', and Tyler was trying his hardest to not jump out of his skin. He kept telling himself that this wasn't a date. He kept telling himself that this was just a walk between friends. But he also could not deny his blatant attraction towards the nine-tailed vixen, The idea of spending time with her, just walking around, imbued him with a sense of excitement, and caused his footsteps to move faster than usual. There was just one slight problem with things...

Split... splat...

“Aaah... not noooooww...”

It was starting to rain.

The skies had been gray all morning. They had been gray during the bus ride to his university, had been gray through his classes, and had been gray during his travel home. He didn't go through Juri's house like he had started to do, instead opting to head straight to his apartment in order to prepare for their walk together. Gone was the respectable though lacking in pizzazz formal clothes he typically wore. Instead he wore something more adventurous. Jeans? Check. A white button up shirt? Yup. A cool bomber jacket? Yes sir! And a scarf? Well, it is still the cool end of autumn.

But now he was wishing his jacket came with a hoodie.

Looking up overhead, Tyler watched as water fell from the gray skies overhead. They were light – nothing more than a slight drizzle – but if this continued, would it ruin their walk? He even left his home without his umbrella, thinking the gray clouds were just that; gray clouds. Even his phone told him that it was just going to be a cloudy day!

But he couldn't stop now.

Heading down towards Juri's house, he felt the cool autumn air stroke alongside him, while rain trickled down from overhead. He kept his hand up – some makeshift defense against the rain above – while pushing faster towards his destination. His heart was racing the closer he got, while his mind thought about all the things he'd ask her. Where did she grow up, what did she like to eat, how well did her business go, what was her favorite color. All of these things and more he'd learn by the time this date was over.

No! Not date! Just a walk! Just a walk. Yeeaaaaaaah...

But when he came to the back gate of Juri's property, he did not see the voluptuous vixen. No worries; she was probably behind her gate. So he walked up to it, raised his hand, and--

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Juri? Juri! I'm here!” he called from behind her gate.

His response was nothing. Closing his eyes, Tyler didn't think much of it as he stood outside her homestead. On one leg to the other he shifted, waiting for the kitsune to answer his call. But after several minutes, he wondered if something was amiss. So he raised his hand again, and--

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Again he stood there, shifting slightly as he waited for the vixen to heed his call. But again, he got no answer. Heart picking up in tempo, he wondered if he had come too early. It was six, right? Well, checking his phone and, yeah, it was 6:09 PM. He got here around six, so he'd been standing here for close to ten minutes. But, okay, fine, she is a mature woman; she was probably taking her time to get ready. This was probably her first time spending time with someone else in a long, long while. So, Tyler waited.

And he waited.

And he wwaaaaaaaiiiitteeeeeedd...

Trickle! Trackle! Splash!

“Aah!?”

Now his heart was racing! After ten... no... twenty minutes of waiting around, the rain had picked up, forcing Tyler to seek shelter beneath the awning at the side of the gate. The air was even cooler now. Breathing hard, he could see his breath come out in white puffs. Even his scarf was doing little to defend himself. If he sat out any longer, he'd get a cold.

But he didn't budge.

In his mind, he made excuse after excuse for Juri. Maybe she had a job to do today, and she was running late. Maybe she was picky in what clothes she wanted to wear, and was taking too long. Or, who knows, maybe she was a bashful woman, and was trying to muster the courage to come out to this walk. Whatever the case may be, Tyler did not move. He refused to move. So he sat there... shivering... groaning... wondering if this made him stupid.

The answer is 'yes', it did make him stupid. He even felt stupid! But, fuck, he never said he wasn't hardheaded! So he kept sitting there, weathering through the rain overhead. He could feel the chills travel through his body as minutes passed on into minutes. Waiting... waiting... waiting...

He really was a fool, wasn't he? Hoping that something – anything – would happen between the two. Seriously, why would he imagine that? Because she was lonely? Loneliness does not mean she wants to have company. Maybe she wanted to be alone. Maybe – in some odd way – she was punishing herself.

Maybe...

Leaning against the wall behind him, Tyler wondered what happened to Juri to make her like this. Was she simply that in love with her late husband? Or was there more to it? Was it wrong of him to ponder? Did he have the right to know what goes on in the mind of a widow? She clearly loved her husband, but here he was, some young fool thinking he could... woo her.

What a crock.

Then why was he still out here? Why was he still waiting? What did he think would happen? Why didn't he just--

Eeaaaaarrrrrk!

It was 7:06 PM when the gate opened up beside him. Tyler flinched and looked over, his eyes falling on the entrance to Juri's homestead. And emerging from within, water dripping down her person, was--

“Juri...?”

She was a very refined and regal woman, befitting her mature age. The previous day, he compared her to a Victorian aristocrat with how she drank her hot chocolate. Now that feeling was doubled.

Juri emerged in a Gothic dress, one that was burgundy in color. Its skirt was ruffled and black, it had long sleeves, four golden buttons upon its stomach, a black ribbon tied around her neck, and... this cleavage. This big, plunging cleavage, which offered Tyler the most unbridled view of her chest that he'd had up until now. The skirt itself didn't even come down to cover the entirety of Juri's legs... which he couldn't blame her for; she had such long, lovely, legs.

But when Tyler drew his gaze up, he did not see a sultry, elegant, mature woman. He saw... sadness... depression even. She was smiling at him, but he could tell that the smile was mournful... regretful. Her eyes said it all.

“Tyler...” Juri whispered, causing him to stand, “I'm sorry... you have to see me like this...”

“Juri...? What are you talking ab...?”

He cut himself off as he noticed that it wasn't rainwater which dripped down her face, but tears. Soft, wistful tears. She had been crying.

“Juri? What happened? Wh-what's wrong?” Tyler asked, to which she shook her head.

“I shouldn't have your kindness... your friendship,” Juri answered as she crossed her arms and looked away, “Haaaaah... I am... I am...” she shook her head, “I was going to leave you out here. I wanted to hurt you. If I hurt you, you wouldn't come to visit me. And If you didn't visit me, you'd move on. I am... undeserving of you, Tyler. Even now, instead of being a wise, sensible adult and simply telling you that we should not see each other, I decided to try and drive you away by making you hate me.”

Her words – her confession – stung Tyler... but beyond that, it confused him. Looking up at her, reading her forlorn face, he could only ask--

“Why?” then he stood up from where he sat, standing with Juri as he looked her in the face, “Why would you do this? Why are you punishing yourself?”

“Punishing myself...?” she repeated, confused by his words, before looking away.

“I never told you what I'm going to university for, did I?” Tyler said, “Bellgrove is a medical college. I'm going for mental health. I... want to be a psychiatrist, Juri. And while I know I'm not ready yet to be giving out any professional consultations, I am smart enough to see the signs in you. Juri...” he extended his hand as he smiled at her, “You are deserving of my kindness. You are deserving of my friendship. You should not be alone.”

His words poked her mind, making Juri stiffen up as she replayed them. This young man... this young man who she knew for only a day, was speaking such earnest words to her. And it made her heart race. She could feel it thump in her chest, pounding against her ribcage. This feeling she hadn't experienced in so long.

This desire.

Juri did not want to be alone. She did not like being alone. But with Tyler looking at her in the face, gazing upon her with his brown eyes filled with such adoration for her, she felt the pangs of need bounce within. Hesitantly, the vixen extended her hand… and Tyler grabbed it, clutching her gently.

The smile on her face now was far more genuine.

“Do you like... older women?” Juri asked as she approached him, her pompous chest now hovering just under his chin as he looked up at her.

“I...” he muttered in response, struggling to answer such a question... before deciding to just answer with what he thought of first, “Are you... really okay with me?”

The kitsune cocked her head as the smile on her face grew more... sultry. There was a soft glow in her yellow eyes, like embers in the distance on a dark night. And with the rain falling all around them, and her warm body so close to his, Tyler felt at peace.

“Don't say that...” she whispered, her hands framing his face as she tipped his gaze up, “I'm glad that... a kind boy like you came and found me. Mmfff...”

Juri's lips... her soft, plump lips... were pressing to his. They were so warm and so tender, and they held him firm and hard. This was Tyler's first kiss mind you. And, no, that fumbling he did on prom night years ago does not count! But he wasn't apprehensive, or scared, or worried. He sat there, allowing the voluptuous vixen to dictate the pace of their kiss. She was older... wiser... and certainly knew how to use those lips of hers... and soon her tongue.

“Hnng...!”

Tyler tensed up as Juri pushed her tongue into his mouth, where it swirled softly round his own tongue. Even more now, his first kiss was being stolen by this lonely yet amorous kitsune, and there was nothing he could do but stand there and accept it. He wanted to accept it. He wanted to accept all of it.

But Juri would pull away, leaving Tyler to gasp for breath. He didn't even realize their kiss had been going on for that long to wind him like this. Was kissing always this intense? He rather liked it... rather loved it. And now, he and Juri were...

“It's raining so hard... why don't you come inside for some… hot chocolate...”

Tyler shivered.

“I'd love some hot chocolate.”

…

“Mmff... mmff.. sllk... mmphh!”

“Mmm... hmmm... chu... mmfff...”

Outside, rain continued to fall from the heavens. No, it was even harder now, creating a rattling that echoed through the walls of Juri's home. But neither she nor Tyler cared about any of that. How could they when they were together?

Her soaked body laid atop his, pinning him to the floor while their lips danced in a sultry manner. Juri was a superior kisser, if that wasn't obvious. Her tongue – lithe and skilled – swirled and twirled around his tongue, drawing him deeper into this sensual dance. The taste he got from her body was better than anything he's ever drunk before, intoxicating him... drugging him... outright demanding that he drank more.

And he drank in that more.

Hugging Juri close, he deepened the kiss on his end, their lips parting only so that they could gasp and pant... where they'd quickly moved back in. For Tyler, this was elating: he's never been this close to a woman before. For Juri, this was nostalgic: this romantic and erotic feeling of kissing a lover was like riding a bike. She did not forget how to do so, nor did she forget how amazing it felt.

Juri's soft, soaked breasts pressed to Tyler's chest, further pinning him to the floor as they continued their kiss. Drawing his hands over, he clutched the kitsune on her rounded shoulders, before tracing his hands over towards her chest. The bodice of her dress clutched close to her bosom, giving it this squeeze, this lift, that taunted his eyes and his fingers.

And his fingers...

Squeeeeezeeeee!

“Hnmmphh~!”

Juri bit on Tyler's bottom lip before pulling back. Such a young man... with such a mighty grasp. He squeezed her breasts tight through her dress, while she sat and leaned up on his lap. Yellow eyes glowing with lust, her lips parted as she let out a lustful moan, and she looked down upon her younger lover, while his hands continued clenching her bosom. Curiosity was blatant in his eyes, and his fingers showed this with how they squeezed in, groping her breasts through her dress.

Such big breasts. Such soft breasts. Such amazing breasts. So malleable, they bent against his gripping palms as he kneaded them. Clinching again, Tyler lifted up until her tits pressed softly against the bottom of Juri's chin.

“Hnnn~!”

That noise made him throb with desire, before dropping her tits with an audible--

Plap!

“Aah~!”

Juri looked down, her mouth agape as desire continued radiating from her form. Reaching down, she grabbed Tyler by the wrists, where she lifted his hands up once again and placed them upon her bosom.

“No...” she moaned out, her tone airy and erotic, “Keep... keep going, Tyler... please...”

He nodded, while his eyes returned to her bosom. That cleavage... wide in size, and flaunting her busty bosom. Fanning out his hands, Tyler stroked his palms upon the tops of her breasts, tracing her body as his fingers wrapped around their curvature, then came to the bottom. Then he tapped her tits from the bottom, lifting and causing them to bounce softly... before he did it again... and he did it again...

“Wow...” he gasped, amazed by how her tits moved. Like ocean waves... quivering... quivering... quivering...

“Nnmph~!”

Juri clutched his wrists, gripping them tighter as he toyed with her. This young man wasn't just touching her body, he was exploring it. She could see it in his eyes; this desire to learn every little inch about her. What she liked, what she disliked, and what it took to bring her to the heights of pleasure.

This young man – a man young enough to be her son – desired her body with such blatant need! And that sent a heat which traveled throughout her form! All nine of her tails stood up on end, while the grip she had on his wrists grew softer.

He was touching her so much; she wanted to touch him too! So her hands stroked up and down his arms, realizing that they were so... brawny. He was no body builder, no construction worker, but it was now clear to her that Tyler spent time honing his body as well as his mind. With age, he'd only grow more impressive.

Oh... oh my!

With Tyler preoccupied with her chest, Juri focused her gaze on his shirt as well. Button by button by button was undone, revealing his chest to her. So slender, yet so strong. Palming his broad chest, a gasp of marvel left Juri's lips, one that was cut short when he--

Clinched!

“Hnnnmmp~!”

He... wasn't squeezing her breasts anymore.

While she was focusing on his chest, Juri didn't notice Tyler's hands. They reached down, slipped beneath her ruffled skirt, curved around her buttocks, and then gave a tight squeeze on her ass; one cheek in each hungry palm. The voluptuous vixen grew tense, her fangs biting into her bottom lip as she softly wiggled her hips, grinding more of her body into his palm.

Like with her chest before, Tyler took his time to knead, grope, and explore Juri's butt. She was wearing such sultry undergarments beneath. These floral, elegant, lacy panties which hugged her hips and clinched between her butt, with garter straps that extended down to her socks. He couldn't see it of course, but he could feel it, and that was far, far better.

With his every touch, Juri groaned, and her back arched in such a way that she pushed out more of her chest. She was like a sexual idol worthy of worship, with her every movement being like a work of art. Mouth agape, Tyler gazed in awe of the voluptuous vixen atop his waist, groping her, kneading her, wanting to see more of her erotic body writhe with pleasure.

All this teasing, all this toying, sent a heat throughout her body. Bringing up her hands, Juri placed them upon her stomach, where she unbuttoned her dress; one by one. And with each button undone, Tyler watched as the bodice of her gown expanded. Her breasts were so great, that her dress could barely contain it! And once it was done...

“Haaaaaaah~”

Juri let out a soft gasp as her breasts bounced, nearly free as the buttons had been undone. Pulling his hands away from her butt, Tyler placed them to the sides of her tits, marveling at her bosom as he moved them to the left, then to the right, and back again. But before he got too overzealous in his idle groping, he brought his hands up to the black ribbon tied around her neck. All it took was a slight tug, and the ribbon was undone, where it fell upon her tits. Then his hands came down, gripping the bodice by the hem. Biting into her bottom lip, Juri nodded. Tyler pulled down.

Plap!

“Haaaaaah... oooh maaaaaaan...”

Such plump... juicy tits. They sat exposed to the room around them, being covered in silver fur, with pink, perky nipples that stood hard from the center. Placing her hands at the top of her chest, Juri closed her eyes and gave a sigh. It had been so long since she exposed her body to someone else. Did Tyler even like it? Well...

She opened his eyes... and saw his wide eyes gaze back.

Tyler was utterly enthralled with her bosom. These amazing tits had such a great size, and such a perfect shape to them. And when Juri breathed, they expanded softly. Mouth agape, he could do nothing but gaze at her chest, while his hands reached out. At first hesitant, but then so needy as he--

Grab! Grab!

“Hmmph~!?”

Tyler's hands trembled as he gripped Juri's bosom. When he squeezed, his fingers sank in, learning just how pliable her tits were. Such endless softness; his fingers sank in, while her hard nipples rubbed against his sweaty palms. A courageous man as well, it didn't take Tyler long to really squeeezzzeeee into her tits, drawing a groan from Juri's lips as he lifted her tits up.

“Ahaaaah~!”

It had been so long! So long since someone else has touched her in such a way! So long since she's touched herself in such a way! And as Tyler groped her, kneaded her, pleased her, he retaught her the pleasures of the flesh! This young man was teaching her how to be a woman again!

Around and around and around Tyler groped Juri's breasts, marveling at them as he ran them in circles. Then he gave a parting squeeze, before working his fingers down towards her hard nipples. Gripping them, he tweaked her hardened nubs, pinched them, pushed them in, all while forcing these bucking twitches from the kitsune's body.

But for as fun as it was to grope her tits, this hunger began building up within him. It made his mouth water, and his eyes found their targets. Those juicy... pink... delicious... nipples... he didn't even wait.

“Nomph!

“Oh~! T-Tyler!”

Wrapping his arms around Juri's back and hugging her close, Tyler wrapped his mouth around one of her nipples. Slobbering spit began sliding down the creases of his lips as he sucked upon her tit, and he sucked down hard! Like a vacuum force, it drew her body into his mouth, and brought warbling groans from her needy mouth.

“Nngh~! Sho good! Sooooo gooooood~!” Juri cried through gritted teeth, a sliver of drool sliding out her lips and down her chin.

This hungry sucking and slurping not only built the vixen's pleasure higher, but also taught Tyler something very important.

Juri... was a very fertile vixen. How could Tyler tell? Because of this...

“Nnmph!?”

Juri... was lactating. Milk came oozing out of her tit and into his mouth, making his eyes grow wide. And this wasn't that dairy stuff that would go bad in a week, no, this was fresh, and delicious, and so fucking addictive! The moment her creamy breast milk struck his tongue, Tyler felt his body be reinvigorated, which doubled his intense and fervent suckling from her nipples!

The pleasure was mutual, for with every powerful draw upon her teat, Juri felt her body melt. Milk from deep within traveled through her nipples and straight into the awaiting mouth of her young lover, who kept suckling down like he'd die of thirst if he didn't!

“Ohh~! Haaaaah! Haaaaooooh! Oooooh~! T-Tyyyyleerrrr~~!!” she cried whilst clutching his head close, forcing more of her tit into his awaiting mouth.

This pleasure made her hips rock and jerk forward, humping against his lap... and the obvious tower he was sporting between his legs. Tyler was so hard! Even through his pants, she could feel it burn against her mound like a rod of hot metal! And it felt so good! This lust, this desire, it all spurned Juri to move herself more against him, nuzzling and rubbing the back of his head while he so hungrily lapped at her tits.

Such a greedy, greedy boy! Drinking from one tit wasn't enough to satiate his thirst! He needed to drink from both! So he switched over, latching upon her other tit and lathering it with spit, while he greedily guzzled down as much milk as he could pull from her juicy nipple. More groans left Juri's lusty lips, while Tyler's hands came around to clutch both of her tits by their sides. Pushing them together, he forced her nipples together into one, big, juicy target, one he quickly attacked with a loud--

“Nmph!”

“OH~!”

Not only were both nipples grinding together, which sent pleasure surging straight to her brain, but they were also captured into Tyler's hot and moist mouth! Spit and drool oozed down upon her nipples, his teeth even ground against her areola, all as he forcefully sucked milk out of her plump teats.

And 'forceful' was definitely the word for it! Juri was a woman, one who knew how amorous men can be. Doubly so when big tits are involved. Perhaps even triply so when said big tits are as milky as hers! Putting it together, she knew a feisty, hungry, aroused man!

And that's all the words she'd use to describe Tyler: feisty, hungry, and so fucking aroused! This young man feasted on her body and flesh with such extreme need - such extreme desire - that it made her body wobble! And with how loveless she had been for the past ten years, this was almost too much for the vixen!

But Tyler was giving her no quarter! As he sucked on her tits, his hands hungrily grasped at the rest of her body. One hand stroked upon her back, fiddling with the string which further held her bodice up, while his other hand again slipped beneath her skirt. Clutching upon her hip and ass, he squeeeeezzzeeeed tight into her ass, groping it, kneading it, and then outright--

SMACK!

“AH!? T-TYLER~!”

Spanking it! And when he spanked that ass, oooh, if only he could watch it jiggle, which it did for several long moments before finally settling in place. But while he could not see it shake, he could feel the reaction it triggered in Juri's body.

And Juri could barely take it anymore!

“Aah~! Haaah~ Ooooooh! Tylerrrrr~” she cried, her voice dripping with eroticism and need as her moist mound continued grinding against his hard cock, “I cannot stand it! I~! Aaaah~!”

“Pop! Huh?”

Juri pulled back, drawing her spit-lathered nipples from Tyler's maw as her yellow eyes looked down upon him. Pulling off his lap, her hands traveled down his chest before stopping at his waist. There at his crotch, standing hard yet constricted, was his penis. His slacks did such a poor job at containing his manhood, while at the same time flaunting how big and long and girthy it was. Placing her hand upon it through his trousers, Juri gently stroked her palm along his member, marveling at his size.

“It's... so big...” she said in a slightly demure manner, before whispering even lower, “I wonder if I could even...”

Well... it had been a while. A long while. Ten years of loneliness does not give someone enough time to, ahem, practice their ‘craft’, as it were. And if Tyler's manhood was as big as it appeared to be, then it was only natural to feel daunted by it, even if it was a little bit. But in this apprehension, there was an undeniable excitement. It even showed on Juri's face as a blushing smile appeared on her lips. But she wouldn't know what she was dealing with until she revealed it, right? So...

She unbuckled his belt... unbuttoned his pants... and unzipped it. Then she grabbed his slacks by the hem – his underwear included – and pulled it all dooowwwwwwnn.

FWIP!

“Ah~!? Oh... oh my~”

So big. So long. So thick. What stood between Tyler's legs wasn't just a cock, but a tower! Precum oozed down its tip, veins ran along its sides, and it throbbed with this fervent, desperate need! Poor boy; it must have been hurting him with all of this pent up lust!

Apprehensively, Juri reached down for his cock, her hand wrapping around its girth. Up and down she gently stroked his length, marveling at its feel, its texture. Her late husband was a canine, with that trademark red rocket of his. But this? This was something else. The skin on Tyler's cock was so taunt, and it ran from the shaft up to the glands. The glands itself were so smooth and around, unlike a tapered cock at all. This width, this girth; it made Juri shiver both from apprehension but excitement. Could she even contain such a thing? Would it even fit?

Well... there was only one way to find out!

Reaching back, Juri grabbed the strands of her dress, undoing the last bits that Tyler had started. He watched with unflinching eyes as the garment she wore grew further loose on her body. And then, when it was being held up by nothing but her sleeves, the kitsune pulled her dress off of her body, revealing...

“Amazing...”

Juri's body beneath her dress was just as amazing as he imagined it would be. This flawless figure that was like an hourglass, with her wide, child-bearing hips, and her glorious, busty chest. A waistline that was surprisingly slim, though with this thiccness to her frame that helped enhance her curves. And Juri had so many curves. The curves of her thighs, the curves of her hips, the curves of her midsection, the curves of her breasts, the curves of her shoulders, and yes, the curves of her mature and womanly face.

Not only was she a sultry idol worth marveling at, but the undergarments she wore beneath further enhanced her. While Juri was not wearing a bra, she did have a garter belt and straps that framed her wide hips and luscious legs.

The voluptuous vixen stood before Tyler, her eyes averted and her lips in a slight pout as the young man so eagerly drank in the image of her body. For some reason, she wondered if she was somehow lesser in some way. She's no young girl, you know. But when she looked back and saw the gaze of awe she garnered from the young man, Juri blushed in a different manner.

There it was again; that desire! To be longed for, to be needed, to be wanted! It made her so wet between the thighs!

It... brought a seductive smile to Juri's face, and shortly after, a vivacious gaze. Her yellow eyes glowed as she raised her hands, placing them behind her head in a sexy pose that pushed out and presented more of her glorious bust. Again, Tyler's eyes widened, drinking in the full breadth of Juri's body, which in turn further spurned her ego.

This felt soooo goooood. She forgot the feeling of appearing sexy for a lover, so seeing Tyler get so aroused by merely looking at her, was a boon to her pride. She didn't just want this, she needed this. She wanted to bring him to the heights of pleasure.

And she knew exactly how to do it.

“Tyler~” Juri moaned, her voice so erotic that it instantly snapped him to attention.

“Y-yes?”

“Sit here, please~”

Under her guidance, he was brought to a nearby chair, sitting in it with his legs spread and his cock standing tall. Approaching him, Juri's hips swayed left and right in taunting strides, while she hugged her glorious bust close to her chest. Each little detail Tyler saw, made his cock throb and twitch in the air, all while the voluptuous vixen stood tall before him with that sexy smirk on her plump lips.

And then she dropped down to her knees.

Gripping the arm rests of the chair he sat in, Tyler gazed down upon Juri, who fitted herself between his legs. The sexy smirk she had on her lips continued pinning him in place, while her yellow eyes glowed with lust. Placing one hand on his thigh, the other hand came around to rub and tease the head of his cock, making it twitch. Her fingers were so sleek and slender, and so tender to the touch as well. Around and around she stroked his manhood, toying with him, teasing him, all while taunting giggles left her lips every now and then.

“Such a strong, virile young man~” Juri remarked as she looked down towards his dick, “So thick and hard... it's jumping in my hand~”

“Haaah... J-Juri,” he moaned back

“I'm almost scared~” she continued, “It's been so long since I've shared my body with someone else. And... oh~ to be with such a well-endowed young man like yourself. My oh my~ you spoil me Tyler~”

Her erotic tone was like pinpoint strikes straight to his pleasure centers. Made even better by Juri's hand, which continued toying with his cock. Stroking up and down, her fingers even traced his veins, before coming to the top to wrap her palm around the glands, where she squeezed him.

“Hnngh!”

“Ohohohoho...! A little payback for how you treated my breasts, you naughty boy you~” Juri moaned, her sultry smirk again dominating Tyler's view as her face drifted even closer to his dick, “Sporting this big, massive thing of yours next to a married woman. How could you? I thought you were more polite than this~”

“Jurrrriiiii... ahh?”

His cock rubbed against her cheek; up and down. Its soft touches sent ruminations through his body, making Tyler grip even harder upon the chair's armrest. But Juri wasn't happy with just rubbing his cock. She enjoyed toying with him, but her own hunger had long since swelled to a near uncontrollable level. And with this long dick currently pointing towards her face, she opened her mouth, tipped his length towards her plump lips, and--

Chu~

“Aaaaah...!”

Oh... it may have been just a kiss, but it was still enough to send a ruffle through Juri's body. Likewise for Tyler, who gave a shocked gasp. Her lips were so soft and his dick was so sensitive, that he felt the fullness of her tender body. Giggling in a sultry and womanly manner, the voluptuous vixen looked up to her younger lover, while her mouth opened and--

“Mmmphh~”

“Oooooooh!”

Juri's mouth wrapped around his length, suckling down on his dick, and capturing him within her moist mouth. Oh, the pleasure, the heat! It covered him completely, making him lean back and groan, while the vixen pushed herself down harder on him. His wide length drove apart her maw, resting both on the flat of her tongue, and the roof of her mouth.

Such a gifted lover! It wasn't just hot and firm to touch with her hands, but also as it laid in her mouth! And as her spit oozed around him, tangling him with her drool, his length throbbed and jumped within her mouth in response!

But even that couldn't match the taste. The salty, powerful, bitter taste of a virile young man. A taste she had gone so long without. Tyler’s dick produced copious amounts of precum, all of which stained her mouth in its gooey, sticky strands, before dancing on her tongue, and then traveling down her throat; all in smooth motion.

So good...

Her tongue began wrapping around his length, swirling from base to tip with these effortless lashes. Each strike drew a deep groan from Tyler's lips, and made his balls further tighten. His balls... such hefty ones! Amid her passionate fellatio, Juri reached up and cupped his balls, feeling how heavy and tight they were.

Hefty tanks, ain't they?

Massaging his balls, Juri increased the tempo of her blowjob. Her tongue began tracing his cock's veins, swiveled around his helm, and even dipped into his slit. Then she pushed down, capturing a third of his member... then half... then three-fourths... and finally...

“Glk!”

“Aah!? J-Juri!”

All the way down her throat!

Deep down inside, a swelling of pride actually coursed through the vixen. She thought her skill would be rusty following her years of forced celibacy, but that's clearly not the case. While the size, length, and even shape of Tyler's cock may be different from her late husband's, she still contained it within her constricting throat. And that throat, ruminating like a motorized sex toy, swallowed and suckled down on his length with these loud and lewd--

“Suuuuuuuucckk~!” and “Slrrrrrrrppp~!” and of course, “Ssssllllkkkllleee~!”

“Ah! Aahh! Haah! Oooh! Haah!”

These sounds! These beautiful, erotic, sounds! They filled Juri's ears, making them twitch, and spurning her to reinvigorate her fellatio further! Raising her hands, she placed them upon Tyler's thighs, pinning him in place, while her head began moving up and down with smoother, stronger strides. Now that she'd gotten accustomed to his length, she could more easily bob her head on him, deepthroating his cock with one push down, then pulling all the way back to the tip with a solid retreat.

Gripping tightly upon his chair's armrest, Tyler plucked at its leather surface with his nails, attempting to relieve some of the tension he felt as Juri sucked so much on his dick. Her skill was good... too good for someone like him! The fact that he held himself against her for so long was only proof of her ability. Tyler knew that if she wanted to make him cum, she could do it at any given moment.

And Juri proved this when she pushed herself down on his cock, swallowing it whole...

“Gulp!”

“Ah! Jurriiiiii!”

Then she held herself there for a few moments, letting him feel the tight and drooling tunnel that is her throat.

“Suuuuuuuuccccck!”

“Hnng!”

And not only did she swallow his dick, she swallowed his sweat and precum as well! And yes, she did make sure that it was loud and lewd.

“Slurrrrrrrrrrrrrrp!”

“Haah! Aaah! Hoooh!”

Then she slowly pulled up, her pursed lips dragging over every inch of his rigid cock, before slipping off of the head with an audible--

Pop!

“Aaah! Haah! Haah! Haa!”

Panting for breath, Tyler gazed down upon Juri, watching her face shift into an expression of sheer elation. His taste was dancing on her tongue, and it was glorious! So salty and spicy, jumping with the vigor of youth, and sending a tingle straight down to her loins.

And with balls like his... oh... oh my... oh yes! But first, she needed to pace herself. She didn't want to jump to conclusions! She still needed to see what he contained between his legs. Then and only then would she get the answer she sought.

So Juri raised up and gripped the sides of her tits, pressing them against Tyler's cock... and then swallowing it between the valley of her breasts. On both sides he was surrounded with the warm heat of her juicy breasts, which held his dick hostage in her tight squeeze. Biting into his bottom lip, Tyler attempted to defend himself against the vixen's onslaught... but it was a failing fight; they both knew it.

Pressing her arms to the sides of her tits, Juri further squeezed them around Tyler's cock... and then began moving up and down. Slow at first; she assailed his cock with the sheer perfection that is her soft and milky tits. They molded around his dick as she pleasured his taunt flesh, causing the heat within him to build up even further.

“You boys are all the same,” Juri remarked as she looked down towards the head of his cock as it poked between her tits, “So hot and jumpy... my oh my~ you just love breasts, don't you?”

“Haaaah... ooh... Jurriii,” he moaned.

“Sh sh shhhhhh... don't talk... just enjoy it,” she whispered as her yellow eyes snapped back on his face, “I've done this to only one other person before, so just sit back and enjoy yourself. Let me handle it.”

Tyler nodded, causing Juri to giggle as she started rubbing her tits along his cock at a more fervent pace. Her soft breasts continued molding around his dick, stroking it from the glands to the base and back again. But she was getting faster.

Pwap! Pwap! Pwap!

The sound of her breasts smacking his hips echoed out as Juri fucked him with her tits. Every impact not only made Tyler jolt in place, but it sent quakes through the vixen's chest. And those quakes further attracted his eyes, further glued him to her erotic body. Seeing his face twist with sheer pleasure, brought a devilish smirk to Juri's lips.

“Yes... focus...” she whispered.

Gripping her tits, the kitsune began alternating them, moving one tit up and the other down, before switching it up. Each one ran the full gamut of his towering length; from the glands to the base and back again. But only a few times, before she switched it up, now swatting his cock left and right with harsher movements from her breasts. Again, the impacts not only jolted his body, but made her breasts bounce in these sensual, erotic movements.

“Haaah! Haaah! Ohhhh! Nngh!”

Only to suddenly stop!

Still grinning, Juri gripped her tits, cupped them, and then squeezed them even tighter around his dick. But, again, she stopped. She didn't move, didn't fuck him like she had been doing; she just sat there with his cock held hostage between her breasts. Panting while giving a gaze of confusion, Tyler stared her in the face, wondering why she didn't move. And all he saw was that smirk. And...

He understood now.

Gripping the seat beneath him, Tyler pulled back with his hips, and--

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Throwing caution to the wind, he launched his hips up, sending his dick through Juri's cleavage. The impacts were strong, making her breasts bounce much like what she was doing just moments ago. Only now, he dictated the pace, and being so frantic, so needy, so lustful, the young man fucked her tits as hard as he could.

And as Juri was learning, he really could fuck.

Even when holding her tits tight around his cock, he had enough power to make her breasts bounce and bounce and bounce! And all this fucking, all this thrusting, built up so much tension into Tyler's cock. She could feel the heat reach a level unlike ever before... followed by these twitches, and these bucks. His cock was throbbing between her bosom, ruminating with enough power to put earthquakes to shame! Tyler even reached down to grab Juri's soft tits, further squeezing them around his cock as his hips went into overdrive.

PLAPPLAPPLAP!!!

Just...

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP!!!

A bit...

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP!!!

More...

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP!!!

And...

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLA—SQURRRT!!!

“AHH!”

Cum! Glorious cum! With one last thrust, the head of Tyler's dick pushed through the valley of Juri's tits, where it launched a rope of spunk straight from the tip! It pierced through the air like a bullet, while the force of it triggered this sordid ‘SPURT!’ noise that echoed in Juri’s ears. Leaning back, the voluptuous vixen gazed in awe of his force, amazed by it… before closing her eyes and opening her mouth. His cum - his hot, spicy, virile cum - rained upon her face, staining her features with line after line of sperm. But that's not all, for it splattered upon her tits too, soaking her fur in his potent seed.

So copious... so good...

Moaning, Tyler's cum had stained her plump lips, allowing it to ooze into her awaiting mouth. The taste... so bitter... so salty... so amazing. Juri didn't swallow it down quickly, no, she savored it, letting his climax sit on her tongue, before guiding it down her throat. Then her tongue slid out, licking around her lips to clean up whatever residual seed lingered behind.

As Tyler sat there, panting softly to catch his breath, he looked down to see a beautiful kitsune, licking his cum off of her face. So... damn... sexy. He twitched, his dick throbbing, as that youthful vigor began rising through him yet again. And in his mind, running like a most primal thought, was this single desire.

I want to claim her.

Never before had such a thought crossed his mind. Then again, never before had a woman made him feel this way. No woman in his life had ever come close to Juri.

And she could see it in his eyes; the randy desire of a man, no, a male seeking to claim his mate. It made her tremble, caused her smirk to fade, and triggered jolts in her loins. That primal way of thinking told her one thing; accept it. Accept all of his lust... and all of his love. And she knew he had plenty of both.

But first...

“Let's... take this upstairs,” Juri said.

Tyler nodded.

Though his legs were wobbling like jello, the moment Juri grabbed his hand and pulled him up, he became firm and rigid. Under the vixen's guidance, he was led through her home, walking away from the room they were in, and instead coming to the staircase. Perhaps if his mind wasn't currently swimming with desire, he would have taken note of how wonderful the décor was. It was much like Juri, being mature and elegant.

But, again, he really couldn't focus on any of it. Not when he was with Juri, and not when the vixen was climbing up the staircase with him in tow. Tyler looked up and forward, his eyes falling on his mature lover, who had a higher position than him since she was climbing the stairs first. And with that higher position, all he could see was...

Ass. Big ass. Big shapely ass. An ass shaped like a peach. And all as her elegant undergarments framed it like a portrait. Gotta say, never had he seen an ass more deserving to be painted and placed in some museum somewhere.

When Juri's nine tails fluttered up, she offered her young lover an unbridled view of her peach-shaped posterior. So wide and plump, so thicc and juicy; a royal rump he wouldn't mind resting his head against for hours. And watching it move up these stairs, swaying side to side like a saucy pendulum, only further aroused his attention.

Left... right... left... right...

And what's this in the center? Right... Juri's panties ran between her legs, covering her womanhood. But what it couldn't hide was the dark pit of nectar that had formed there. From the kitsune's body radiated this delicious scent that tickled his nose. The hot and aroused odor of a woman; he had never smelled such a thing before. And it was so powerful, so alluring, so mature! It drove Tyler closer... closer than necessary in fact! So close that once Juri got to the top of the stairs...

Grab!

“Aaah~ Ty... Tyler...?”

His hands fell on her hips and waist, kneading them. She looked over her shoulder and stared at his face, reading the gaze of addiction he gave as he looked at her butt. Pouting with her plump lips, one of Juri's legs shifted slightly and her hand curled beneath her chin where she said,

“W-we're almost there, Tyler... you don't have too--”

“Mmmmff!”

“Ohh~!”

Without hesitation, Tyler dove his face right into the crevice of Juri's ass. A warbling cry of lust left the vixen’s lips as her young lover's face melded into her buttocks, smooshing and pushing up against her with enough force that she needed to grip the nearby banister, lest she fall over. Tyler was so damn voracious! He hungrily and lustfully licked and kissed at her pussy, and took heavy whiffs of her illustrious body, even through her panties! And each one she felt, making her legs shake and shiver, while her fangs bit into her bottom lip.

Fuck, this fucking ass...!

Tyler's hands groped and kneaded at Juri's hips, while his pursed lips planted kiss after kiss upon her pussy through her underwear. And she felt each one, each kiss, each suckle, even with her panties on. They forced wobbles from her body, and drew panting moans from her lips, all while her legs continued growing weaker and weaker. So weak in fact, that they--

“Ah?”

Gave out on her!

Juri dropped, falling on the floor with her ass up and face down. Pulling back, Tyler took a moment to drink in the image of the vixen's voluptuous body, and just how fucking plump her butt was. Damn, it made him so hard! But his mouth was hungry right now; he needed his thirst to be quenched. And after already indulging in Juri's milk, he wanted her honey next.

Gripping her panties, Tyler slowly peeled them off her hips and butt, bringing them to her knees. Then he sat there, wide-eyed as Juri's naked ass was exposed to him. This big, lovely, juicy butt. Curvy, shapely, perfect in every way.

Placing his hands on her hips, Tyler began to knead Juri's butt. It was tepid at first, with his hands merely stroking along the sides of her body, exploring her curvature, her physique. But then his hands slid around to the bottom of her butt, where he gave it a push up, and...

Ah...

It shook so perfectly. So... he gave it another push up... and another... and another. Each push sent this light jiggle through her ass that seemed to go on and on and on, before finally sliding to a halt. Only to suddenly grab her with all his force!

“Oooohhh~!”

Tyler's fingers sank into Juri's ass as he squeezed it for all it was worth. More... more... MORE! His hands were so feisty, so possessive, as they dug in and then pulled out. And after several moments of idle kneading, he spread apart Juri's cheeks, exposing her puckering anus... and her sopping wet folds.

Nectar poured endlessly from her honeypot, oozing down her thighs, and staining the wooden floors beneath them. Placing his thumbs to her labia, Tyler spread open her pussy, exposing its warm, moist, pink depths to his unyielding eyes. Such a beautiful pussy... such a fragrant pussy... such a delicious pussy.

“Mmmfff!”

“Oh~! Ooohhhhhh myyyyyy~!”

Juri's voice hit a high pitch as Tyler's mouth latched upon her pussy. Hungry, lewd and loud suckles escaped the young man as he dined on her cunt, his tongue scooping up mouthful after mouthful of honey from her dripping folds. It tasted just as good on his tongue as her breast milk did. This taste was immaculate, and it was so hot as well! The more he tasted her, the more he wanted, which made him taste more, which made him want more! A lewd and primal circle that went on and on and on!

“Mmmf! Slrrp! Mmmf! Sllk! Mmmm!”

“Aaah~! Aaaahhnn ~~! Haaahh! Ooooooh~~! T-Tyyyleerrrr ~~! Oooh! Oooh! More! More Tyler, more! Oooooh~~~! Moooorreeee~!” SMACK! “AH!?”

Biting into her plump bottom lip, the vixen worked more of her pussy into Tyler's face, while he gave swatting strikes to her ass. Such a voracious young man! He ate her out like he'd die if he didn't! Each strike of his tongue, each slurp of his lips, each spanking he delivered, she felt on a finite level, and it all made Juri's senses go into overdrive!

“Cummingggg~!” she suddenly announced as her hips wiggled more on his face, “Aaah~! Haaah! Cumming~! Aaaahh! I'm gonna...! Aahhh~!”

And then...

LIGHTS!

SQUIIRRRTT!!!

Juri's eyes doubled in size, while her bucking, twitching pussy, squirted its honey aaaaaalllll over Tyler's face. And it was glorious. His eyes closed and mouth open, he caught as much of her feminine cum as he could within his face. And the juices that missed, well, it covered his face in a glossy sheen.

So good... soooooo gooooooood... pulling back from Juri's cunt, Tyler let out a groan of elation, while her delicious honey continued flowing down his lips and throat. Mmm... mmm... mmmmmmmm... haaaah...

Swallowing down his bounty, Tyler let out a deep breath he had been holding in, before staring down towards the vixen beneath him. Her ass was still up, her face still on the floor, though this kooky smile of sheer bliss was painted upon her lips.

Pure... bliss... when was the last time she had a release this strong? It didn't just feel good, it kept feeling good. Juri's cunt was still twitching and throbbing, as the climax steadily began to subside. And right when she thought it was over...

“Ah~!”

Squirt!

Just a little bit more came squirting out.

Gasping, Juri's legs finally gave out, allowing her to collapse upon the floor. Her yellow eyes were lidded, staring up to the ceiling overhead as she rolled over upon her back. Oh, that was amazing. No, that was so beyond amazing, that a word hadn't been invited to encapsulate how amazing it was.

And yet it still wasn't over.

Juri looked up, watching as Tyler crawled over towards her. His hand trailed along her figure, starting from her pelvis, traveling up her stomach, then stopping at her chest. That touch – though slight – drew a crooning moan from the vixen's lips. But then her yellow eyes looked over, meeting Tyler's brown ones.

And Juri saw it again. That look in his eyes that told her everything she needed to know. The look of a randy male seeking to claim his mate. The look that made her tremble. The look that triggered jolts in her folds. A look that told her one thing: accept it. A look that said...

I want to claim you.

Juri nodded... bit into her bottom lip too... then reached down to grab Tyler's hand. Bringing it up, she placed his palm to her cheek so that he could clutch it. Then she moved in, and he did likewise.

“Mmmff...”

“Mmmm...”

At the entrance of the upstairs hall, the two kissed one another, with passion showing through every embrace of their lips. They kissed once... twice... thrice... before stopping in unison to look at one another.

“Not here,” Juri whispered, “Haaah... I know you young men are adventurous these days, but... I assure you, a bed would be far more comfortable than the hall.”

“Yes, I...” he mumbled, before swallowing his spit, “Heh... hah...” and a smile appeared on his lips, “Let's go...”

Juri gave a smile too, one that was bashful as her cheeks turned a cherry red. After several more moments, she worked up enough energy to stand up, with her hand grabbing upon Tyler's tenderly. Leading him down the hall again, the kitsune brought him into the room at the back of the house.

It was a large room, and – curiously – octagonal in appearance, with great windows that offered them a view of Juri's back and front yard due to its shape. Clean as well, there was not a speck of dust or dirt anywhere in the room. Not on its drawers, not on its rugs, not on its floor, and certainly not on its bed.

It's bed...

A big, king-sized bed, one with a frame that allowed curtains to fall over their edges, and an elegant floral pattern on its burgundy sheets. Juri swayed over towards her mattress, before turning around to face Tyler, who looked up at her with those lustful eyes. Reading the smile on her lips, he watched her fall back into the bed, resting on her back, and spreading her legs out for him.

“Tyler...” she cooed, her voice like a siren as her hand curled inwards towards him, “Come here, Tyler...”

He nodded, and then walked over towards Juri, his hard and rigid cock thumping between his legs. Staring down, his gaze met the vixen's gaze, her yellow eyes piercing the air between them, and her alluring smile telling him everything he needed to know. She was so damn sexy. This mature, regal, goddess of a kitsune, her figure voluptuous and curvy, busty in the chest, wide in the hips, and thicc in her thighs. She laid there for him, completely vulnerable, while beckoning him to finally do it; to finally claim her.

Getting on the bed, Tyler mounted Juri, his eyes looking down towards her crotch. With her legs spread and lifted, he had unbridled access to her pussy, which was wet and hot and oh so damn hungry. Reaching down and gripping his dick, he ground the head of it against the vixen's folds, drawing a sharp--

“Haaaah~ that's it~” from her lips.

He looked up, reading her face, and the barely restrained lust she wore. Her fangs were biting down into her plump bottom lip, and she gripped upon her thighs, keeping her legs open for him. Once, twice, thrice he swiped his cock along her folds, causing her yellow eyes to snap onto his face, looking at him before saying,

“Stop teasing me~”

He wasn't doing it on purpose, mind you. He was searching for it, searching for...

Slliiiiiiidddeeeee!

“Haaaah ~~~! Ooooooh~ Yessssssss~~ ”

That's it. That's what he was looking for. Juri's vaginal tunnel.

Tyler's dick slid in, nice and slow, letting her feel every inch of his burly manhood as it pushed inside of her. So wide, so thick, and this round head that was unlike a canine's tapered cock: it all teased her pussy as it delved down deeper. Even the veins on its sides ran along her ridges, adding more jolts of pleasure through the vixen's body. It was perfect! Absolutely perfect!

The feeling was mutual for Tyler.

Juri was hot. And, no, not in the metaphorical sense... though she was hot like that, too! No, the vixen's pussy was hot. Incredibly so. Her tunnel clamped down around his length, tangling it in her juices, while the heat from her core resonated all around him. But she was also so soft. While he felt this intense grip around his manhood, he also felt this tenderness to her folds, which helped massaged his dick as he planted it deeper into her awaiting pussy.

“Hoooooh~ myyyyyyy~” Juri moaned as she drew over her hand. Stroking her fingers down her stomach and stopping them at her crotch, her yellow eyes looking down to see his thick dick buried deep into her snatch, “Haaaah... it's so big... so deep... ah~”

There was only one thing left to do. Tyler drew back with his hips, and--

PAT!

“Aaah~! That's it! Haaah~”

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

Back and forth, up and down, he drew his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of Juri's folds. There was this clear clumsiness to his actions, but the kitsune felt no pain, no discomfort, only pleasure. Each weighty drive of his dick made her body jiggle, causing her breasts to bounce before his eyes. Her bed did likewise, quaking beneath their bodies as his powerful thrusting began to pick up in tempo.

It felt so good... too good! Every time he thrusted inside of Juri, he felt her folds tighten around his dick, as if she didn't want him to let go. Her voice too would cry out with orgasmic pleasure, a sound which further spurned him to thrust into her, harder and harder and harder. And when he looked up – when he stared upon her face – he saw nothing short of ecstasy.

Red cheeks, lidded eyes, mouth in this cute 'o'. Juri looked desperate, desiring all of this and more, needing all of this and more! It took her a few moments to realize they were even looking at one another as the pleasure ran to her brain. But when his brown eyes laid trapped on her yellow ones for a moment too long, she allowed a smile to appear on her lips, then brought her hands over to frame his face.

“When making love... t-t-to a partner... aaaahah~! Make sure you... nnghhh~ sh-shower them with attention,” Juri explained, “M-m-make sure to h-h-hold them... nngghh~! Hold them tight! And... d-d-don't... ahhh~ heavens~! Ah~ d-don't make them feel s-so... l-lonely, Tyyyyy~~~” Plap! “Oh my~!?”

Tyler hugged her. He hugged her so tight. His arms... his strong arms... brought the vixen into an embrace as his head hugged up against her bosom. She hesitated momentarily, before giving one moan, and then placing her arms upon his back. Hugging him in close, Juri closed her eyes and just...

Gave in...

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

Embracing one another on Juri's bed, the two didn't stop their passionate fuck, nor did they even slow it down. If anything, the moment he fell into the vixen's voluptuous chest, and felt her arms fall on his back, Tyler began driving his length even harder into his lover! This lewd orchestra of fluids played out, mixing with the sound of their bodies colliding; again and again and again. Each blow triggered more, stronger quakes, which rippled through Juri's body, and the bed as well.

And it felt so fucking good! Every thrust of his length into her folds, made the kitsune tighten around him, and started drawing louder, and higher-pitched gasps from her lips. Her legs trembled as they hung in the air, while Tyler's hips began blurring from how fast they were moving. And with each amazing thrust of his cock, Juri's honeypot splattered with her juices.

So close! The both of them were so damn close! They could feel it ruminate throughout their bodies, like the warning trembles of a soon to erupt volcano! Tyler, with his dick so hard, ramming deep into Juri's pussy. And Juri herself, with her hot, moist, soft tunnel, clenching around him as if she never wanted to let him go. The two were bringing so much pleasure to the other, working closer and closer to that blissful high! And right before they could reach it together--

“Mmmff~!”

“Hmm!?”

Juri's lips pressed to Tyler's, taking him into a kiss. But despite how frantic their fucking had been, this kiss was anything but. It was slow, passionate, sweet... romantic. The voluptuous vixen disarmed her lover, causing his hips to come to a halt. For several more moments their tongues slid along one another, swapping spit and trading moans, before Juri pulled back as her yellow eyes stared into his brown ones.

“Go ahead... do it~” she whispered, her words like honey as it oozed into his ears, “Let it loose aaallllll inside of me, Tyyyyleeerrr~” Pat! “Ah~” PAT! “Mm-hm~!” PATPATPAT!!! “AH~! AMAZING! SO GOOD!” PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!! “AAAH~~! HAAAH~! YES! YES! CUMMING! CUUUMMINNNG! AAAAH~!”

SQUIIRRRTT!!!

SPLRRRRT!!!

So... good...

Despite how loud their climaxes were, Juri melted on the ground as Tyler's tanked his load into her greedy snatch. Her eyes were closed, her eyebrow raised, and mouth gaping, all as the heat of his love and lusts was plastered upon her vaginal walls. Everything pink turned white, and there was so much cum, it came splattering out of her pussy, and staining along his cock and balls.

His climax mixed with Juri's, whose tightening cunt held his dick deep inside of her. Flooding nectar began streaking from her folds, staining Tyler's length. Hot and spicy, weighty too, it trickled down his loins to sully the bed beneath them, while the air smelled of their combined sexes.

They laid there, panting and breathing, while their hands continued hugging one another close. Juri could feel Tyler's cock still twitching within her, as he tanked the last bits of his balls inside of her womb. So warm and heavy; it not only overwhelmed her, it claimed her... it completed her.

And she smiled because of it.

“Haaaaah...”

But then Tyler pulled back, his body sweaty as his eyes trailed down to where he and Juri were connected. Placing his hand softly on the kitsune's hip, he pushed against her softly, and drew his dick from her folds. A crooning groan of pleasure left Juri's lips, while he retreated completely with a loud--

Shluck!

Then he sat there, staring at her spent pussy as his cum oozed out of her. Even Juri reached down to trace her fingers upon her folds, feeling it twitch following their tryst. Only one word ran through her mind as this feeling befell her.

Amazing.

Looking up, Juri's eyes met Tyler’s, who sat just inches away. For a few moments they did nothing but pant, until the kitsune's ears twitched. She looked over towards the window in her home; he did likewise.

“It's... still raining,” Juri remarked.

Tyler chuckled.

“Yeah... it still is.”

…

So... this is what a nursing handjob feels like? It's rather nice.

“Sluck! Mmff... Suck! Mmm... Slrrk! Mmm...”

With every powerful draw of his lips, he was given a healthy dosage of milk. It seemed as if she infinitely produced this ambrosia, for no matter how many times he sucked, she always had more to give him. And believe him, he tried to drain her. He tried draining her an hour ago... the hour before that... and the hour before that! But each time the same thing happened.

He was the one too full to keep going.

And yet, he never seemed to learn his lesson. Sure, he'd get full for the moment, but only a little while later he'd feel his lips get dry, and his desires start to explode. And when he looked over towards the vixen's voluptuous and nude body, he'd walk right over towards her, bury his face into her chest, and... well...

“Mm... Sluk! Mmm... Slrrp! Mmmmph! Suuuuck! Mmm!”

“Ohohoho~ slow down, you greedy boy! I'm not going anywhere...”

Juri's hand clutched Tyler close, nuzzling him against her bountiful bosom, while her thighs played pillow to his head. Down below, her other hand was wrapped around his rigid length, gently pumping up and down. She had become skillful in the art of handling a human's penis. Her palm stroked along his shaft, feeling the veins press back, and she used the insides of her thumb and index finger to tweak the helm of his cock. Sometimes her movements were strong, other times they were ticklish, but they were always so good, so flawless. And with her milk streaming endlessly from her nipple right into his mouth, and her goading words filling the air...

“Go ahead, Tyler. Shoot it out. Shoot it all out!”

“Hnnmmffggg!”

Spurrtt! Spurrt! Spurt!

“Oh my~!”

Despite their numerous couplings throughout the night, Tyler still had enough power within him to shoot healthy bullets of cum into the air, which came sprinkling back down upon Juri's hand. Was he always this plentiful? No, this was something only she could bring out of him.

Capturing as much of it as she could in her hand, the kitsune drew his cum back towards her face, watching as the gelatinous texture oozed upon her palm. So spicy... so fragrant... and so good.

“Mmmmm...”

Bringing her hand to her lips, Juri slurped up his seed, and licked the rest down until her palm was clean. At the same time, Tyler's lips 'POPPED!' from his lover's teat, allowing him to breathe momentarily whilst swallowing down her last bits of milk.

For a moment he closed his eyes as he basked in the relaxing afterglow of yet another amazing climax. But then he looked over, staring towards the windowsill of Juri's home. The rain had let up... and so too had the night, for now the sun was starting to rise upon Bellcrest. He was usually already gone at this moment, for he had early morning classes that he probably already missed by now. That was... unfortunate...

But not really.

“Oh dear... I made you skip your classes,” Juri said as her fingers lovingly stroked his messy hair, “I'm... such a bad influence over you, Tyler.”

“It's not that bad,” he replied with a shake of his head, “Anything I miss today... haaah... I can make up for tomorrow. Besides... this was far more worth it than sitting in some stuffy classroom for hours upon hours of the day.”

“Ohohoho~ come here, Tyler~”

Obeying her honey-soaked words, he raised his head and was guided up by her hands. She brought him up to her face, where they spent a few moments to look at one another… before she drew him in for a kiss, one he happily shared. It was slow, their tongues swiveled, their lips pressed hard, but it was not meant to last for long before they parted. Slowly, Tyler turned so that he could rest his head upon Juri's bountiful bosom, and she clutched him close, her hand stroking upon his head in lovely little strides.

Saying nothing, they instead laid there on the bed, watching as the morning sun began to rise over the horizon.

A pair of lovers... waiting for the future.

Ah...

“I'll be here whenever you need me, Juri.”

The kitsune giggled.

“Then... stay with me forever, Tyler.”